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thedisc0spider · 7 days

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Anchor.

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Summary: Michael has been stressing a lot lately.

Warnings: there may be mistakes and it might not even be coherent because Im writing this at 3 AM

Fluff

2nd person!

Notes: reader is George Michael’s bio mom and Michaels wife! So fem reader (so sorry). Michaels wife never died!!!

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Michael was under a lot of stress. For him this was nothing too unusual, but it had gotten bad since his dad was put in jail. For the longest time it was only you three (you, him, and your son George Michael) however, with all of this going on there was an abundance of people in your house. it was extremely chaotic all of the time. You and Michael rarely had any time to yourselves, which you of course understood, but recently you could sense it had been getting to Michael. He hadn’t been sleeping a lot and he was always overworking himself.

Michael arrives home from visiting his dad. He had gone after work, so it was now about 8 PM. He looks upset and tired, the first place he goes is the kitchen. You were sitting at the island, reading a magazine. When you hear the door you turned your head to see an exhausted Michael entering the model-home.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?” You ask, but it was more of a formality. Judging by his disheveled demeanor you could guess his answer.

He sighs heavily, as if he’d been holding it in all day, as he rests his hands on the counter. He merely shakes his head and looks at you.

You tilt your head, giving him a sympathetic look. “Yeah?” You walk around the counter, now standing next to him.

“I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m not crazy, right? The way to correctly handle this situation is obvious, is it not?” He asks, more seeking validation than an answer. His voice is still as smooth as it always is while simultaneously raising.

You place a hand on his back, gently caressing his spine as a way of comforting him. He closes his eyes and puts his head down into his arms on the counter. “You’re not crazy, Michael. You’re doing your best. That’s all you can do.” You lean in closer, hovering above him. “I’m so proud of you for doing this for your family. You could’ve easily walked away by now, but you didn’t. That’s commitment.” This is true, the three of you had an opportunity to start fresh somewhere else, but you convinced him to stay and help. “They may not admit it, but without you they’d be lost.”

Michael stands up straight, turning to face you now. He gives you a small, tired smile before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Thank you for putting up with this.” He mumbles, looking into your eyes closely. He says this with extreme sincerity and gratitude. The truth is, he had no idea what he would’ve done had you not been there to support him. With every crazy person surrounding him you were like a breath of fresh air every moment he finally got to see you.

You smile, placing a hand on his cheek. “Of course, Michael. I love you.” Your thumb moves softly against his cheek in a comforting manner.

Michael moves his hands to rest on your hips, brushing up and down gently against your sides. “And… I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. I feel like we’ve gotten no alone time recently.” With everything happening with the family, you really haven’t seen each other all that much other than briefly before bed and in the morning. You had never been bitter about this though, sure you missed him but his work and his family were very prominent parts of his life and you’ve always accepted that to be your reality.

You nod, “yeah, we really haven’t.” You think for a moment, searching for a way to ease his mind. “How about this…” you run your fingers through his hair while leaning in close to him as you speak softly. “Let’s pick a weekend, and get away together. Just me and you. No distractions, no kids, no responsibilities.”

Michael hums, closing his eyes as you continue to play with his hair. Just the sound of your voice describing the small getaway is enough to calm him down. “That sounds… perfect actually. You know me so well.” He looks at you with a wide smile, the sweetest and most genuine one you’ve seen from him in awhile.

“I know I do,” you say, shooting him a playful wink. He laughs (score) and kisses the tip of your nose. “But, for now… you need to get some rest.” You posses a more stern look on your face now.

He surrenders, placing his hands in the air. “Alright, alright.” He slowly begins making his way towards the stairs before turning back to you. “You coming, beautiful?” You roll your eyes, laughing as you drag along behind him.

When nothing else in his life in his life makes sense, you’re always there to anchor him back to reality.

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A/n: I’m deeply in love with Michael Bluth and its not even funny, I hate that NO ONE WRITES FOR HIM. But im also kind of glad because I like to gatekeep. I might make this a series??? Who knows.

#michael bluth x reader #Michael bluth #Michael bluth x fem!reader #arrested development #arrested development x reader #mom!reader #wife!reader #Michael bluth x wife!reader #reader x character #reader x son!george Michael

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ar4chn333 · 25 days

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Michael Bluth x fem reader

“The First Time”

Pre established relationship, p in v, f!ngering, he’s highkey sweet

This is my first time writing smût so lmk what you think & leave suggestions 💕💕💕

The anticipation–like the silence just before a clap of thunder so loud it vibrates your chest. Michael pushes open the ornate door for you, trailing no more than a foot behind you. A tingly sensation races across your back, hairs standing delightfully on end, skin buzzing as if it somehow knew that tonight was the night. He’d finally allowed himself a day off from work and his tireless struggle to manage his siblings–the practical equivalent of herding cats. On this particular day, he decided to take you to a vintage, beautifully ornate hotel, every wall, curtain, and piece of furniture reminiscent of old Hollywood. Bluth Company had been performing very well recently, so Michael didn’t mind spoiling you a bit, though he would never tell Lindsay, her response surely one accusing Michael of hypocrisy for indulging in luxuries. You two had just gotten home from a relaxing dinner–heart and head buzzing with the lightness of two glasses of wine, generating a gentle heat in your lower abdomen.

Delicately lit, the entire hotel room took on a yellow-orange hue, decorating your surroundings with a golden tint. The door shuts behind you, and Michael gently places his hand on your lower back, guiding you to the back of the suite.

“I loved dinner,” you say softly.

“Me too. You know, I’m still nervous about leaving George Michael with Gob. Hopefully, none of his ‘Gobness’ will rub off,” he says.

“George Michael’s got a good head on his shoulders. I’m sure he’ll prove immune to a small dosage of ‘Gobness.’” You chuckle.

You catch a glimpse of him as he lets out a small laugh, his shoulders relaxing a bit. You had that effect on him–when his world became chaotic, you created a peaceful bubble for him to retreat into. You had a job, but Michael was juggling being a parent, business president, and defacto keeper of his siblings–a much heavier load that you bore. Michael knew it was trite to refer to one’s partner as their ‘peace,’ but it really was true.

You’d started dating him three months earlier and had decided to wait to get intimate–until now. You both knew what was about to happen. He trails after you into the bedroom, a king-size not ten feet from you two; you feel his arm snake around to the front of your torso as your bodies stop in front of the bed frame. With his right hand on your lower stomach, dangerously close to the band of your underwear, he uses his left hand to sweep your hair apart from your neck, breathing softly onto your skin–an action that sends electricity down your spine and directly into your panties. Pressing your body into him with the back of your head draped over his shoulder, you invite him to kiss the tender skin of your neck. His soft lips make contact, making their way up and down the length of your neck, your hand reaching up to grab a fistful of his brown hair. He lets out an ever-so-soft moan–almost that of a purr, and his kissing grows deeper and wetter, the texture of his stubble grazing gracefully as his mouth opens and closes to savor your skin.

You feel him through his pants as your back arches, hips pressing into his. Unable to hold off any longer, you spin around, lips crashing into his, their pace accelerating quickly. Pulling your lower back towards his torso, he slips a leg between your thighs, causing you to let out an airy moan directly into his mouth. He carefully unzips your dress at the sound, slowly reaching up to the spaghetti straps before pulling back briefly and looking at you directly–eyes glazed with desire. You nod, giving him permission to go further. He pulls the straps off, and you shimmy the dress to the floor. Michael takes a moment to admire you.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, y/n. You know that?”

The compliment, though appreciated, causes a wave of shyness to wash over you, your arms sliding up to cover your bare chest. Gently pulling your hands away, Michael pulls you into another kiss, his right hand caressing your breast, an action that sends a chill down the front of your abdomen. Feeling a bit exposed at the loss of your dress, your heart began to pound faster, feelings of giddy nervousness compounding the heat building between your legs.

God, he wanted you. He’d waited three agonizing months, and now you were his. Your soft skin radiating with heat, he felt like a fucking animal–every cell in his body urging him to devour you whole. But he knew he had to be gentle, mirroring your pace exactly as to make sure you knew you were safe.

He pulls your hips up onto him hungrily; you jump and wrap your legs around his body, one hand occupied with a tuft of hair and the other sliding against the stubble on his jaw, holding his face close as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Leaning over you, he drops you carefully on the bed, your thighs still splayed around his hips, your calves pulling his body delightfully closer to yours. The sheer weight of him pressing against you is enough to make you moan softly into his mouth, legs beginning to tremble ever so slightly at the taste of him. As he sits up to unbutton his shirt, you follow. “Let me,” you coo, shakily undoing the buttons, a painfully slow process. You catch him looking at you as you peel his shirt off, quickly lifting up his white undershirt. Crawling on top of you, the bare skin of his chest makes contact with yours, igniting a tingling heat in your clit as you feel the hardness of his manhood directly over the fabric of your panties. Sliding down, his mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking as you moan, gently scratching his back. You hold his head against your chest, immersed in the feeling of his warm mouth on your breasts and hands running up and down your ribs. Waves of icy, tingly heat pulse through your midsection, so intense Michael can practically feel them through your skin–a testament to your want for him. Impatient and ready for more, “I’m ready for you,” you sigh. His blue eyes make contact with yours, and without hesitation, his hand reaches down to cup your mound as you buck into the pressure. He watches as your jaw drops, making way for a sharp inhale in reaction to his touch. Letting out a shuddering breath, he slides your panties to the side and slowly swipes a finger through your folds, causing you to let out a small yelp–you weren't usually this sensitive, and you couldn’t help but express the pleasure he brought you. Loving every sound you make, his middle and ring finger make their way to circle your clit, the space between your thighs raging with heat. You don’t care who hears your rugged breaths and cries of pleasure; your world only consists of him right now–he makes sure of it. Hands occupied, his mouth makes its way back to your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as you writhe beneath him. Your moans follow the rhythm of his fingers, hearing the sounds of his fingers against your folds, a damp spot on the sheets forming underneath you. “You’re so wet for me, beautiful,” he whispers, pushing with more force onto your clit. A knot forms in your stomach–a ball of heat that causes you to call out his name, nails digging forcefully into the flesh of his back, his panting and soft moans in your ears, making you feel as though you’d merged bodies. Though your eyes close, you feel him looking at you as pulses of electricity overtake your body, legs shaking violently on either side of his arm, yelps ringing through the room, chants of his name devolving into unintelligible noises.

He doesn’t leave you much time to recover. Still in a haze, you hear the clinking of his belt as he unfastens his pants, which soon crash onto the floor. Climbing on top of you once more, you pull his hips closer to yours with your ankles, feeling his tip at your entrance. Grabbing him like a python, you trace his head to your clit and back to your entrance. “Fuck, you feel good,” he growls, arms settling around you. Aligning with your entrance, his hips begin their descent toward yours, his tip pushing inside you; he inhales sharply, gasping at the sensation of your walls against his member. The pitch of your moans heighten as he fills the space inside of you. You fucking love the feeling of his body inside of yours. His delicious guttural moans fill the room while his hips rock against yours. Desperately holding his body against yours, you look down as he begins to push deeper and harder inside of you. Feeling a knot return to your abdomen, you lock eyes with him. “Let me ride you,” you coo into his ear. Thrusting your hips up, you push him over onto his back and waste no time in mounting his hips again, watching his breathless expression as you push his cock inside of you. Bouncing, you take every inch of him. “y/n, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, brows furrowed as you pick up the pace. Legs burning, you lean towards him, soaking in every carnal sound you elicit from him as he begins to come undone. The knot in your stomach once again unravels, sending waves of heat coursing through your body, your moans colliding with his in the air around you.

Laying limp on top of him, you regain your wits, smiling and letting out a giggle as he does the same. “Holy shit,” he says as you roll off of him. “Holy shit,” you repeat with another giggle, basking in the afterglow. Wordless, you look at each other for a moment, oxytocin running rampant in your headspaces at the sight. “I’m really glad you took the day off,” you say sweetly. “Me too,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

#michael bluth x reader #michael bluth #arrested development #arrested development x reader #fem reader #spicy arrested development

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teagballs · 9 months

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desperate | gob bluth x reader

im down so bad for this man... LMAO

cw: thigh riding, p in v, small amount of praise i think, fem pronouns used, short

nsfw below the cut!!!!

it was just the two of you in the model home. a very rare instance considering the crowded family. michael was at work, maeby and george michael at school and lindsay was supporting tobias at another audition he definitely wouldn't secure. just you and gob, sitting beside eachother watching tv in the living room. but something was off. something was growing in you. maybe it was your subconscious telling you to take advantage of the vacant house or perhaps the way that gob was laying, revealing some of his toned torso that got you so riled up. nevertheless you could feel yourself growing more and more exasperated. he hadn't noticed the glances you had been taking, far too engrossed in the show on tv. but you couldn't take it. you needed him.

you started slow, trying to get his attention. you moved closer to him, your legs now touching. he just shifted his arm around you. the closeness made you grow even more amorous. you kissed his cheek lightly.

"what was that for?" he questioned, not in a mean way, just confused.

"i just.. missed you." you replied breathlessly. he still wasn't taking the hint.

gob shuffled a little more, his shirt lifting to uncover more of his abdomen. shit. it was too much.

you kissed his cheek again, then moved down to his lips, then, started to trail down his neck and collarbone. oh. he finally got it.

"ohh, so you missed me that much?" he groaned and smirked down at you. "well why don't you come show me how much you've missed me then?" his voice husky.

you looked at him, a little confused. he patted his thigh, signalling for you to come sit. you blushed.

you made yourself comfortable, knees on each side of his leg for support.

"go on then, show me." as he spoke he lightly jolting his thigh upwards, providing some friction to your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper. the action was enough motivation for you to begin rocking back at forth, desperate for some relief. it was hard to get through clothed material, though.

you arched your back, contiuning to rock and let out small moans and mewls.

gob whispered out gentle praise and encouragement, 'you like that?', 'keep going.', 'good girl', 'you look so hot like this.'

his words threw you over the edge, leaning your head back and letting out a string of moans and 'yes, yes!' as you came.

gob enveloped you in a kiss, wet and hungry. "im sure that wasn't as good as the real thing." he teased. "wouldn't you want that instead?"

"please." you softly begged.

gob was also craving, evident by his hard cock, forming a tight tent in his trousers. he couldn't tease any longer, he couldn't wait. he swiftly gripped your hips and dragged you beneath him. he frantically pulled you trousers and your now soaked underwear off, carelessly throwing them somewhere. he pulled his own trousers down, then his underwear. his dick sprang free. leaking pre-cum, aching. he pumped himself a few time before spreading your legs and thrusting into you.

he tried to start slow but his movements quickly became more hurried and sloppy. he reached a hand up your shirt to grope your tits. he groaned in your ear. he was loud, even whimpering at the way you clenched around him though he would never admit to it later. his thrusts grew sporadic.

"i'm- m'gonna" he slurred before quickly pulling out and cumming on your shirt. you came once more, moaning, clenching around nothing, thankfully.

he lay ontop of you, panting before sitting up and pulling you into his chest.

"you still miss me now?" he asked, smirking. he was trying to sound alluring. it came off a little stupid. you smiled.

#arrested development #gob bluth #will arnett #gob x reader #gob bluth x reader #arrested development x reader

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thezoraprince · 11 months

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Meeting the Demon Sergeant - Bazz x reader

“Ah okay!! Can we please get hcs of meeting Bazz's father, Seggin?? I feel like he would be SUPER NERVOUS about it! lmao!” - Bazz anon

o m g

Bazz would be BEYOND a wreck. Seggin’s already hard enough on him, let alone his intimidating demeanor towards everyone. ToTK has made me realize just how demanding and impatient this man is, and god do i love it. he reminds me a lot of my grandma: full of gossip and criticism :’)

i realized half-way through writing that Seggin kinda reminds me of Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development as well, and all i can think about now is that scene when George Michael brings in Ann to meet her. (he also reminds me of Angela from The Office)

so let’s dive in! <3 (living for this request, honestly.)

y/n - your name

“So when do I get to meet this… y/n?”

Bazz’s eyes widen to his father’s question

“Hmm?”

“Soon… ish”

Seggin rolls his eyes, setting down his cup of tea

“Because you know I’d love to meet the one capturing all your attention.”

Bazz is a little offended by his comment

not to say he wasn’t focused on his job, but…

you have absolutely made his priorities shift

“You didn’t have to call me out like that.”

the next day, Bazz finds some time to spend with you

it’s peaceful, spending time together

but the mood changes

“So… my father… he— he wants to meet you.”

“Okay?”

he sighs

“I’m just… a little nervous about it.”

“Just a little?”

“Okay, a lot. I’m very nervous about it.”

you giggle slightly, rubbing his arm for comfort

“What’s there to be worried about?”

and he just gives you a look

“Oh, y/n… that man is insane.”

Bazz tells you these elaborate stories from when he was younger, mainly about the Demon Sergeant’s guard days

and later, you chat with Rivan about these

“Oh, yeah! All of those are… very real. But he’s not THAT bad. He’s just a little… how do I put it…”

he thinks for a moment

“Yeah, he’s a lot.”

Bazz continues to tell you wild stories about his father

and you can tell he’s nervous about letting Seggin meet you

because he doesn’t want you to be driven away by the demanding Zora elder

“The man is somehow almost completely shock resistant. No one understands it.”

and the day finally comes

the day you meet the Demon Sergeant

Bazz is freaking out before you head over to visit the Zora elder

“Everything’s going to go just fine, Bazz. I promise.”

“Okay, but if he starts getting too critical, we’re leaving.”

you arrive with Bazz, him leading the way in

Seggin offers you both tea, and you politely accept

“Y/n, is it? It’s so good to finally put a face to the name. I’m Bazz’s father, Seggin.”

“I’ve heard lots of stories about you in the past week or so.”

Seggin side-eyes Bazz

and OH is Bazz trying to hide just how nervous he is

you all chat for a while, Seggin talking about Bazz’s childhood years

you find it adorable

but Bazz is EMBARRASSED

“Do we have to talk about this?”

Seggin rolls his eyes

“Yes.”

you purse your lips together, trying your best not to laugh

Bazz sighs as he sits next to you

Seggin is all to pleased to have someone to share these tales with

your time together has come to an end for the day

and Bazz is trying so hard to drag you away from more conversation

“Let’s have tea sometime soon, y/n. I’ve much enjoyed your company, and I’m so glad that my son has found someone to spend his time with.”

you smile

“Thank you. And that sounds wonderful!”

Seggin pulls Bazz to the side for a moment before you depart

“I like this one, Bazz. I can tell the feelings between you both are genuine. But, if you hurt [them], I’ll kick your ass.”

Bazz gives a quick nod before hastily making his way over to you

“What was that about?”

“He just… likes you. A lot.”

you smirk

“Did I hear him say he was going to kick your ass if you hurt me?”

and Bazz nods

“You heard that correctly, And, if I ever do, which I don’t intend to by the way, I’d like you to just take me out yourself. I think that’d be far more preferable to the both of us.”

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d0iezz · 1 year

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MOVING ON...

Michael Bluth x fem! Babysitter!reader

Summary: its been a year since she's been gone and Michael feels horrible about how fast he's moving on, but he just can't resist her

Warnings/rating: smut, kinda angst ig. Reader is in her 20s. Beta read we die like nana. I made George michael b younger cuz it wouldn't make sense if he had a baby sitter if he was like 12. Also Michael and geroge Michael don't both sleep in the attic.

This is my first fanfic lolz

He was overcome with grief, it had been over a year but he still wasn't able to lift this fog that was constantly weighing on him. He keeps on catching himself turning to her as a voice of reason, but she isn't there. He feels trapped, unable to tell anyone about his feelings, he didn't want to bring anyone down with his sulking, especially not George Michael, he didn't deserve it he’s just a kid.

His moping must have become visual because he sensed someone behind him, and due to this he was forced to turn around.

“Are you okay Mr. Bluth?” she said in a somewhat timid voice, as if she was afraid to speak to him. “Yes… yes i'm alright, just-” He stopped himself before he revealed too much “where’s George Michael?”

“I just tucked him in, after I read him a story he was completely knocked out” she giggled, as did Michael. But he didn't respond, he wasn't sure how, so you both stood there awkwardly waiting for the other to say something.

“Um.. well, I guess I should g-” but she was interrupted by a loud crack of thunder and the sound of heavy rain starting to fall. This shocked her, making her stumble backwards, tripping on the stair placed right behind her, causing her to fall on her back. She let out a small cry before she had realised Michael had rushed to her side. “Are you okay Y/N?” he asked frantically while lifting her head so it wouldn't be touching the hard floor it had just crashed into. Butterflies flew to her stomach, she was embarrassed to admit it but she found her employer very attractive, though she felt horrible about it because it was very clear that he was not in the right space mentally for anything that she desired.

“Ye-yeah im alright, just hit my head a little” she laughed awkwardly. “Maybe you should stay, that storm sounds heavy and I wouldn't want you to get in an accident” he said while helping you off the ground and helping you over to the couch. “Are you sure that's okay? I mean where would I sleep?” she couldn't keep eye contact, she was too nervous by the idea of waking up in the same house as Michael. “you would sleep in my bed” this made her even more nervous “and I would sleep on the couch”. She was hoping that he hadn't noticed how very red her face was. “Well I suppose it would be safer” she admitted.

He patted her on the shoulder and led her upstairs to where he slept and encouraged her shuffling inside. “ so I'll… be down stairs if you need anything”. And without another word he closed the door leaving her alone in his room. His hastiness worried her.

He shouldn't feel this way, he had only lost his wife a year ago and he couldn't move on so soon. But he was, I mean how could he not. She was kind and knew how to look after George Michael and that's not to mention how pretty she was. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, he couldn't deny it even if it felt so wrong to feel that way.

Michaels thoughts were cut short by the sound of socks thudding down the carpeted stairs. “Mr. Bluth?” she quietly questioned. “y/n, anything that you need? And you can call me Michael, in fact I insist on it”. He said while standing up and walking over to her. “Well… Michael” she pushed out, “I have nothing to sleep in, I would sleep in this but it's not very comfortable” she gestured to her clothing which, indeed, didn't look like something you could sleep in comfortably. She insisted on wearing professional clothes even though the job never required it, she thought it made her look older. “oh… yes, I'm sorry. You can probably wear some of my old clothes, I think I have some up there“

Michael quickly shuffled through his clothes in his closet, picking out clothes suitable for the girl to wear to bed. “Here, these should do'' he had handed her an old oversized button up shirt, one very similar to ones he wears on a daily basis, as well as a pair of shorts with very worn elastic around its waist. “Well, goodnight Mr- Michael” she clung the clothes Michael had given her tightly to her chest. Michael smiled “good night”

He left the room as quickly as he could, before he could convince himself to do anything he would regret. But she stopped him, grabbing his arm preventing him from leaving.

“Michael…”

“Y/N”

Her face flared with heat before she could even say what she was intending to say.

“I'm going to say something very inappropriate, something that may cause you to fire me” she paused, attempting to build up enough courage.

“Im… interested-” but he stopped her… with his mouth. His temptation had boiled over making him lose his sensibility.

But she pulled away almost as soon as it happened. “Mr. Bluth! Wh-what are you doing!?” she staggered. “I'm so sorry! I miss read this situation entirely, have a good night, i'll drive you home in the morning” he released his grip on her shoulders and rushed to the door.

“No, no! Quite the opposite, you just… didnt let me finish” she looked away.

“Oh” he said in a hushed voice.

“You may continue, I mean, if you'd like”

Michael walked towards her, and placed his hands either side of her face and slowly started to lean in to connect his lips with hers once again. y/n slowly started to reciprocate, etching her hands down from his shoulders onto his chest.

Michael walked her over to his bed, keeping their lips connected. He laid her down and slowly climbed on top of her, his right hand gliding down to her hip, his other placed above her head in order to prop him up. His right hand slowly started to lift up her shirt, bringing it over her head until he got to her shoulders, he disconnected their lips in order to take her shirt off all the way.

“Is this okay?” he asked as he reached for the back of her bra to confirm that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

“Yes” she quickly nodded as she saw her bra being thrown to some corner of the room.

“Is it okay if I try something” and again you nodded.

Michael grabbed her hips and brought her to the edge of the bed where he had knelt down, his face mere inches away from her crotch. This caused him to shut her legs out of instinct.

He quickly shot his head up “I don't have to”

“No, no it's ok, it's just, I guess I'm just a little nervy, ha…ha” she laughed nervously. He said no more, simply bringing his hands to her hips to unzip her skirt, tugging it down her legs alongside her underwear, leaving her naked.

“But before you do… that. Could you, take your shirt off or something, it feels slightly unfair that you're fully clothed and im… well, not” she said while holding his shoulders away from where her thighs meet. “oh yes, of course” he said as he began to unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders.

“There, now, where was I?” it was a rhetorical question because he had already lent in and laid a long lick right along her slit. This caused y/n to release a loud whimper, that Michael loved to hear but, due to his child sleeping peacefully sleeping in the other room, would have to hear less of it.

“Shhh, baby, remember George Michael is in the other room, we can’t wake him” He whispered while holding his hand to her mouth. “Oh, oh, yeah” nodded once he had removed his hand.

Michael returned to your dripping pussy, but this time he added something. You could feel the heat of his palms sliding up your bare thigh, bringing his fingers directly to her hole. This made her whimper again, but not as loud, George Michael wouldn't have heard. He pushed his index and middle finger inside, moving them against her smooth walls.

His pace started to quicken and her thighs started to close in around his head as she started to get closer.

“Oh, oh! Michael!” she moaned, her walls squeezing in around his two fingers.

“Wow” she sighed as he removed his fingers from her.

“Yeah” he replied.

Michael then proceeded to stand up and begin to fiddle with his belt, loosening it and removing it as well as his pants, then his underwear followed.

He was big…

He climbs on top of her again. “Are you ready?” He pushed her hair out of her face. “Uh huh” she replied, cheeks still burning. “Okay”

He slowly pushed inside her, making sure not to go too fast, he was aware of his size, its hur other girls in the past.

He groaned as he bottomed out, and then slowly started to move his hips. “Does this feel good baby?”. He whispered into her ear. This admittedly turned her on even more. “mHM!!” her pitch was affected by an especially hard thrust that caused her voice to break a little, Michael thought it was cute.

Michael was getting close embarrassingly quick, he was out of practice. So to ensure that he didn't leave you in need, he reached his hand down to play with your clit. He seemed to enjoy this, it was given away by the embarrassing moan you let out.

“Michael… Im getting close” y/n whimpered while gripping onto his broad shoulders, nails making indents in his skin.

“So am I” he huffed, making his circles on her clit faster and the movement of his hips quicker. “Oh my god y/n”

And before either of them knew it, they were both cumming. His dick releasing warm liquid deep in her stomach and her walls squeezing him for dear life.

Michael rolled over onto his back, riddled with grief but somehow at the same time relief. He looked over at her, she was fast asleep, and at that moment, michael knew it was okay for him to move on. He pulled the blankets over himself and her, pulled her to his side and kissed her on the forehead.

“Goodnight y/n”.

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storiessandstudiess · 5 years

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Love, actually.

PART ONE OF ???

Prompt: "I escaped my family- that's the reason why I'm here in the first place. I can't just join a new one.".

Pairing: Michael Bluth x reader

Bold sentences: narrator

Warnings: comedy,angst and fluff, but mostly comedy

You see that sad girl sitting on that park bench? That's Y/N Y/L/N, she just broke up with someone she would have described as the "man of her dreams" to her mother. But she hasn't talked to her in a while and if she did speak to her mother she would have told her that leaving him was the best decision.

Y/N who leans back and looks over the beach of Newport Beach:"I made a huge mistake.".

Two weeks ago Y/N had met a man called Michael Bluth after she moved in into the building next to the building of his company.

Michael walks down the street while he talks into the phone:"No mother, we talked this through he's not only your grandson, he's also my son he won't take part in this stupid-".

He let's out a frustrated sigh:"Why don't you simply ask Buster? I thinks he'd be happy to help.".

"Buster is being really difficult these days, his behavior is far from what I taught him.",she says, her voice being clearly louder in the end, so her youngest son was able to her her dissatisfaction.

"You taught him to behave a certain way?",

Michael asks confused and stops as he sees how a beautiful woman carries a big brown cardboard box into a building.

"I'm sorry Mom, but I have to go.".

"Michael, don't you dare hang up."

But he did hang up on her.

"Hey.",Michael said and the woman with the y/h/c hair turned around to look at him. When her eyes meet his a smile appears on her lips.

"Oh hey.".

She was even more prettier up close.

"I'm sorry, this might seem weird but I was just walking down that street.",he points behind him:"and I'm working in the building over there. I saw you and I am wondering if you need any help." .

The woman looks at him for a second before she nods her head:"That would be great, thank you.".

"My name is Michael by the way.".

"I'm Y/N.".

And while Michael takes a box into his hands and helps her bring them inside her apartment one by one he is confused why a beautiful woman like her would be all alone.

"Well...this might sound weird.",she says and scratches the back of her head as she sits down on the couch:"But I moved here from New York City- to escape my family.".

This didn't sound weird at all.

"So this is like a brand new start for you?",he asks and the woman runs a hand through her hair as she sighs.

"Exactly. Now I as my first stop I need to find myself a job.".

And without thinking about it for even a solid minute Michael just says...

"You could work for my company.", He exclaims and the woman stares at him as her expressions soften:"We actually need a new assistant."

After Kitty and Michael's sister Lindsay he didn't have a proper assistant for his company and he was honestly in need of someone who could help him out

"I can't do that.",she answers her voice is barely more than a whispers.

"Why?".

But she didn't have an answer for that. She just looks at him for a few seconds before she shakes her head:"That would be wonderful, Michael. Thank you so much.".

And so Michael found himself a new assistant and ten minutes later he was already showing her around in the office.

"And that's your desk.", Michael says and Y/N sits down on the chair, he leans forward and pushes some buttons on the telephone while he explains how to use it.

The woman, who is even more attractive really really up close smiles at him and he can't help himself but to stare at her lips.

"See, it's no magic-".

"Did someone say magic?".

Michael did, but right now he just wishes he didn't.

Gob, Michael's brother suddenly appears out of purple smoke infront the desk Y/N is sitting at and she starts coughing violently.

"Gob what the hell- Y/N are you okay?",Michael looks at his brother angrily before he turns his full attention to his new assistant:"Should I get you some water?",he asks but leaves before she even has the chance to answer.

As he gives Y/N the bottle he looks at her apologetic:"I am so sorry for my brother. He can be a pain in the ass sometimes. What do you think? Let's escape this office and go for a coffee?".

Soon, both were at the beach and Michael tried to find the courage to ask her out.

Because the woman infront of him was not only kind but also funny and responsible.

"So...Y/N....",he says as he looks at her:"Tell me more about your family.".

But the woman only shakes her head:"They're... Well for the past decade I had to take care of basically everything and everyone in my family. I had controlling parents and obnoxious siblings. I just couldn't do it anymore, you know. I just had enough at some point and I never want to have anything to do with any family drama again."

As soon as the last sentence leaves her mouth his face expressions widen.

Next time on ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT

Michael who's crush on his assistant is growing with each day tries to find a way to make his family disappear or if that doesn't work out he will try to still change Y/N's mind on the topic family.

Buster and Lucille are still having a fight over Buster's new girlfriend, which turns out to be the daughter of Lucille's old high school rival.

And George Michael still hasn't figured out what to do with his crush on his cousin Maeby.

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ar4chn333 · 9 days

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“One More Night”

Michael Bluth x fem reader

Smut ahead!!

Fem reader, p in v, hand stuff?, explicit consent (very seggsy), soft dominant Michael

Probably my best work, ngl

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“Don’t stay up talking too late, guys! Good night!” You chirp as you give George Michael and Maeby a soft smile before turning off their bedroom light and shutting the door. Letting out a sigh of relief, you find your shoulders dropping at the thought of finally being able to return to your own house. Though you loved spending time with George Michael and Maeby, you were ready to sink into the warmth of your covers. Michael had left on a business trip five days ago and needed someone to care for George Michael while he was gone. God knows he couldn’t rely on any of his siblings to do so. You offered to look after Maeby, too, though she was plenty used to being without a guardian. Your family was quite close to the Bluths, having designed cabinets for their homes for over twenty years.

Though you’d met Lucille and George plenty of times during their business meetings with your parents as a child, you’d never seen Michael until a couple of months ago. God, was he gorgeous. Overcome with butterflies, you’d only spoken a few words to him in your first meeting and felt a twinge of guilt for fawning over a man so many years your senior. But the way he smiled at you sent waves of tingliness through your chest, words oftentimes failing to form at the sight of his devastatingly beautiful blue eyes. The tension between you could practically be cut with a butter knife as you two saw each other more, but neither was bold enough to make a move. Naturally, when he called you in need of a last-minute babysitter, you were more than happy to help him.

…

10:30 pm? Michael was supposed to be home by now to relieve you of babysitting duties. Looking over at your phone, you see a text from Michael.

“Got off the flight a tad later than expected, will be home around 11:00.”

“No worries!” you reply.

Drained from the day, you flop on the couch in the living room, quickly drifting off to sleep. Cuddled up with a blanket, your hair splays delicately along the pillow. Resting dreamlessly, you await Michael patiently. Suddenly, you jolt sharply at the sensation of Michael’s hand on your shoulder, waking you. Inhaling quickly, you look up at him, surprised for a moment, but your face quickly softens. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says sympathetically, carefully removing his hand from your shoulder. You wish it had stayed. “I’m so sorry I’m late; my flight was delayed,” he says. “No worries! I was practically passed out, so I barely noticed,” you reply mid-yawn. “I better get going if I’m going to make it home before I pass out again. George Michael, Maeby, I had a ton of fun.” you chirp.

He pauses, mouth opening as if to form a sentence, hesitating, but eventually, his words come spilling out. “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? It's dangerous to dive tired. You can use my room like you have been, so you don’t have to move your stuff, and I’ll crash out in the living room.” You lived around thirty minutes away and were certainly not looking forward to the drive. Admittedly, you were a bit giddy about spending more time with Michael, even if it meant simply waking up and seeing him and the kids briefly before you left. “That’ll probably be a good idea, I’m absolutely exhausted,” you reply groggily. “I can imagine–they’re a handful,” he sighs knowingly.

You walk up the stairs to Michael’s room, where you’d left your things from sleeping there while babysitting, and begin to change into your sleeping clothes. Your body tingles with adrenaline from the conversation you had not one minute ago, suddenly awake. You wonder if he feels the same. Sitting on the bed, you promise yourself you’ll confess your feelings in the morning–or at least hint at them. Just then, a knock comes at the door.

“Hey! So sorry, I just need to get something from my dresser. Are you decent?” He calls through the door.

“Oh! Yes! Come on in!” you say instinctively. Though perhaps you should have covered up first as your bottoms were quite short, and the shape of your nipples showed through your cami in plain view as you sat upright on the bed.

Walking in, you caught his eye, provoking a split-second wide-eyed look before he respectfully turned away and went about fishing clothes out of his dresser. “Did George Michael and Maeby behave okay?”

“They were wonderful! I think I finally got Maeybe to like me! She only rolled her eyes at me thrice.” you chuckle.

“That’s got to be some kind of record,” he adds, smiling toward you, eyes shining in the warm yellow light of his bedroom.

His gaze lingers, the tension growing thicker before he somewhat abruptly turns away and says, “Good night! See you in the morning!”

“Michael…” you call out softly, his hand on the bedroom doorknob. Lifting yourself off from the seat of your bed, your body rages with adrenaline. His eyes widen as you walk slowly toward him. You search for something–anything to indicate he wanted you as much as you wanted him. You reach out an arm to touch his shoulder. “Good nigh–” you begin, but before you make contact, he lunges towards you, one arm wrapping around your torso, the other on your cheek, pulling you against his hungry lips. The feeling of his warmth next to you is enough to make you melt, his taste so delicious you feel like you’d been a woman starved. He pulls back briefly to make eye contact, his face flushed. Smiling, you pull him into another kiss as he locks the door to the room. His touches grow deeper and heavier, and his breaths against your mouth ring distinctly in the tone of his voice, making you grow wetter by the second. His hands make their way about your waist, caressing and pulling you flush against him. They wander down to your ass, and you instinctively jump onto his hips, arms wrapping around his neck, your lips never losing contact for a moment. Sensing the ground moving beneath you, you soon feel the pressure of the bedroom wall on your back. Michael presses his hips closer to yours, and you let out a desperate moan, hand tightening its grip on his hair.

Michael feels the heat radiating from between your legs, your entire torso burning with want for him. Your whimpering sounds testify to your desperate need for him, making him feel like an animal, subtle growls escaping his lips as his tongue meets yours. Pulling back just briefly, “Do you want this?” he asks. You tighten your grip on his hair, pulling his ear toward your mouth with a firm but gentle force. “I want you to fuck me, Michael,” you coo, inhibition having left your body long ago. He didn’t need to be told twice. He spins around, now facing the bed, and you fall back onto it as he climbs on top of you. Lifting your shirt off your head, he grips your breast while leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, moaning at the taste of your skin. Head trailing down, his mouth makes contact with your nipple, causing you to arch your back, pressing your chest closer to him. The texture of his soft lips and rough stubble send chills down your torso. Writhing beneath him, you feel his cock rock-hard beneath his pants. “I want you inside of me,” you whisper impatiently.

Sliding a hand to your shorts, he places a hand over your lower stomach, just above your underwear, savoring your lewd expressions, brows furrowed, mouth agape. Teasing you, his fingers slide along the upper hem of your panties, watching intently as you yearn for him to touch you. Your hand trails down to push his closer to your heat, but he catches your wrist mid-travel and, with the same hand, grasps your other wrist, pinning them singlehandedly over your head. An impish look spreads across his face as you struggle against him, unable to find your release, its potential energy building by the second. “Be patient, baby, I’m gonna savor you.” Biting your lip, your eyes lock, and his hand slowly slides beneath your underwear, where he slides a finger through your folds, eliciting a breathy moan. With your arms still hopelessly pinned, he begins to circle your clit, your hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation. Looking down at his hand, you see the muscles in his forearm moving, overlaid by his watch glittering in the light as he continues to pleasure you.

You groan as he takes his hands off of you to stand and undo his belt, your legs spread open for him, palms lining the inside of your thighs, which begin to tremble slightly in anticipation. He practically rips off his shirt, hair flying messily over his forehead as his belt clinks on the floor. He looks down at you–you’re doe-eyed, fully exposed, and ready for him to fuck you. Hard. Freeing his throbbing cock, he slides his torso between your legs, placing one atop his shoulder. “God, he’s fucking perfect,” you think to yourself. He slides the tip of his member up and down your folds, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. You gasp in unison as he presses his tip into you, sliding himself forward. He’s sizeable, to say the least, eliciting a whimper from you as you adjust to him. “Fuck, Michael,” you wince in a tone of half pleasure, half pain as he fills you up. “Shh, baby, you’ll wake the kids,” he coos, putting a firm finger to your lips. Before he finishes the sentence, his hips begin to rock against yours, cock sliding against your walls. You don’t want to wake them, but you can’t help the sounds you make as he thrusts inside of you, each movement building the knot of pleasure in your stomach. You whimper pathetically and uncontrollably as he fucks you. His fingers trail along your neck and to your jaw, index and pointer making their way into your mouth, your lips wrapping around them. Sucking gently, your moans are reduced to high-pitched hums, making way for you to hear more of his delicious sounds. “You feel so good, y/n,” he groans in a sultry voice, his eyes locking with yours.

Removing his hand from your mouth, he places it beside you to leverage his increasingly powerful thrusts. “Oh, Michael!” Moans escape from your lips in rapid succession as he pounds your throbbing pussy, hips crashing into yours. “Good girl, take it.” Hand traveling to the headboard to keep you in place, your body begins to shake uncontrollably around his cock. Eyes rolling back, waves of hot electricity force their way through your body, the strings comprising the knot in your stomach pull like a ripcord against it, unraveling it fully. Yelps escaping from your mouth, you grasp desperately at Michael's back, nails clawing at his skin as he fucks you through your orgasm. He follows shortly behind, moaning into your open mouth as he comes inside of you.

In the afterglow of your releases, Michael lays down beside you, holding your body close to his. His breathing rings warmly in your ears. “I’m glad you stayed for one more night,” he whispers. “Me too,” you reply, gazing into his perfect eyes. Smiling, he coos in your ear, “I’d love for you to stay for more–and days, of course.” Your face lights up, beaming at his suggestion. “I would love that too. Though I might need some help getting to the bathroom. I get the feeling I won’t be able to walk if I try to stand,” you chuckle.

💕I hope y’all liked it!! Author’s note in comments💕

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