✦nyla✦

𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 : This is meant to be friendly environment, any hate, negativity, or drama will be deleted/blocked. Please do not come into my asks and say weird out of pocket things. I’ve seen a lot of writers get threatened, called slurs, etc. If that does end up happening, anons will be turned off.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 : I will write some genres of fiction. That includes angst, smut, or fluff. I will not write incest, 🍇 kinks, or age play. My stories will have an emoji next to them, with 🧁 meaning fluff, 🧸 meaning angst, 💌 meaning smut, or 🌸 meaning very mild smut.

𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 : Now, i can not physically stop minors from reading, but i will advise you if my story includes any form of smut and you’re a minor, please i advise you to not read it. Some of my stories are not for minors.

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠༄

𝙅𝙖𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 - Wait, since when? 🌸

𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 - Marked as Mine 🌸

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 : wife!reader gives michael tummy rubs after he gained a little new weight.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : insecurity, angst, kissing at the end, that’s it!

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 This was the last story i had in drafts, so i probably won’t post until a few days.

Your warm palm was resting flat against the bare skin of his stomach, rubbing slow, gentle circles against the new, soft fullness of his belly.

A heavy wave of insecurity rushed through him, eating more, and missing his workouts, he had put on a little weight. It was a soft layer that he hated noticing when he caught his reflection in the mirror or when his jeans felt a bit too tight.

Having your hands directly on the one part of his body he was most self-conscious about made his heart hammer against his ribs.

He immediately tried to suck his stomach in, his entire body going rigid and tense under your touch. His face flushed a deep, embarrassed red, and he quickly brought his large hand down to wrap around your wrist, trying to gently pull your hand away from his skin.

"Don't," Michael muttered, his voice dropping into a tight, vulnerable mumble. He wouldn't even look up at you, "Seriously... stop. Don't touch me there."

"baby, look at me," you whispered softly, refusing to let him pull your hand away. Instead, you leaned down further over his shoulder, pressing a warm, lingering kiss right against his cheek before smoothing your palm back down against his soft belly, intentionally encouraging him to let go of the tension. "I love it. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's gross," he argued weakly, his voice cracking with a needy, anxious sort of desperation. He finally looked up at you, his dark eyes wide, glossy, and searching your face for any sign of judgment or lie. His lower lip pouted slightly. "I'm soft now. I don't look the way I used to, and I hate it. You shouldn't have to look at it or touch it."

You let out a soft, affectionate sigh, your heart aching at just how deeply his insecurity was hurting him. You slid your fingers over his, gently untangling his grip on your wrist so you could cup his face with your other hand.

"You are so incredibly handsome to me, Michael," you said, your voice fierce with lovey, protective warmth. "Every single part of you is perfect. I love holding you, and I love how soft you are. You're safe with me, okay? Stop hiding from me."

Hearing your sweet, unwavering words, Michael’s defenses completely disintegrated. He let out a shaky, defeated breath and finally stopped trying to suck his stomach in. He let his body relax entirely back into your warm palm, a soft, trembling sigh escaping his lips as you resumed rubbing slow, comforting circles against his bare skin.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you completely around into his lap. He buried his face deeply into the crook of your neck, clutching you as if you were his absolute lifeline, still seeking that intense reassurance Michael didn’t look up at you.

His shoulders hunched inward. Even though you were whispering lovey, protective words against his ear, the heavy weight of his insecurity didn't just vanish. He sat entirely rigid on the chair, his heart hammering against his ribs in a fast, anxious rhythm.

Your warm palm stayed beneath his shirt, continuing to move in slow, deliberate circles against the bare skin of his stomach. The contrast between your gentle, adoring touch and his own harsh self-judgment was completely throwing him off.

Every time your fingers smoothed over the soft, rounded curve of his belly, a little shiver ran through his body. He wanted so badly to believe you, but the deep-seated worry that he was unappealing kept whispering in the back of his mind.

"please," he murmured, his voice cracking with a raw, whiny desperation. He reached down again, his fingers clumsily tracing the edge of your hand, not pulling you away this time but gently pleading with his touch. "You're just saying that to be nice. I can feel it. It’s... it's different. It's too much."

"I am not just being nice, Michael," you whispered softly, leaning your weight fully against his back to ground him. You intentionally kept your hand exactly where it was, your thumb smoothing over his warm skin, refusing to let him hide. "I love how you feel. I love holding you like this. Let me love you."

A soft, frustrated whine escaped the back of his throat. He hated how needy he felt right now, but he was completely powerless against your affection. He finally gave up trying to hold his breath or suck his stomach in, letting his abdomen relax completely against your palm with a heavy, defeated sigh.

A deep flush of embarrassed red crept all the way from his collarbone up to the tips of his ears.

"It just feels weird," he mumbled, his dark eyes looking up at you through his eyelashes, wide and completely vulnerable. He looked so incredibly sweet, his lower lip sticking out in a genuine pout. "I'm supposed to be the one protecting you, not the one getting soft and whining about my weight."

"You can be both," you teased gently, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss right on his pouted lip. "Now stop overthinking."

Michael groaned softly into the kiss, his broad arms finally unlocking from his sides. He wrapped them tightly around your waist, pulling you completely onto his lap and burying his face so deeply into your neck that he was practically suffocating himself. He held onto you with a fierce, clingy grip, still hiding his face from the world but allowing your warm hand to keep rubbing his stomach under his shirt.

You leaned in closer, pressing your face into the side of his neck. Michael let out a shaky breath as your lips met his skin, starting with a soft, lingering kiss right beneath his ear before trailing down to the sensitive dip above his collarbone. Each press of your lips was slow and deliberate, filled with lovey reassurance.

At the same time, your hand never stopped moving under his shirt. Your fingers spread wide against the bare skin of his stomach, continuing to rub slow, soothing circles across the warm, soft curve of his belly.

Michael shivered against you, a low whine vibrating in his throat. He was still incredibly self-conscious, his body twitching slightly with lingering insecurity every time your palm smoothed over his skin, but the combination of your lips on his neck and your hand on his stomach was completely overwhelming his defenses.

His hands clutched at your jacket, his fingers digging into the fabric as he anchored you firmly on his lap.

"You're driving me crazy," he mumbled helplessly against your shoulder, his voice thick and breathless. He tilted his head completely to the side, giving your lips free reign over his neck even as his face flushed a deep, embarrassed red. "I'm trying to be serious, and you're just... you're doing this."

"I am being serious," you murmured back, your voice muffled against his skin before you kissed him again, right on his pulsing pulse point. "I told you I'm not letting you hide from me."

Your thumb stroked gently along the side of his stomach, intentionally worshiping the exact parts he wanted to conceal. Michael let out a heavy, defeated groan, finally abandoning his worries and letting his head drop heavily back against your shoulder.

He squeezed his eyes shut, completely melting into the dual sensation of your warmth on his neck and the steady, affectionate rhythm of your hand on his bare tummy

Credits to owner of divers! <3

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 : After nearly 6 months of dating, gf!reader gives otw!michael a hickey for the first time.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : very light smut, that’s all!

Every single time you walk into the room, Michael's heart does a little flip. Today is no different. He is sitting on the couch intensely focused on a book, trying his best to look busy. You enter the room quietly, your feet stepping softly against the floor. He hears you coming, and you watch his shoulders tense up just a second not out of fear, but out of that sweet, familiar anticipation he always gets when you are near.

Slowly, you slide right next to him. You don't say anything at first. You just sit there, letting your shoulder rest heavily against his. The immediate warmth of his skin radiates against yours through his shirt. You can feel the exact moment his posture goes rigid. He freezes, holding his breath for a split second as his body registers your presence.

He tries to keep his eyes glued to the page, his fingers tightening slightly on the edge of the book, but you can see his gaze isn't actually moving across the words anymore.

You let out a soft hum, taking your time. Slowly, deliberately, you reach out and press your hand flat over the center of the page, completely blocking his view. You don't force his head up, you just left your hand there, waiting.

For a long moment, the room is completely quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock. Michael stares down at your hand on his book. A small, shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he lets out a quiet sigh.

Slowly, he tilts his head up to face you. His rich brown eyes are wide, beautifully bright, and filled with a familiar, nervous vulnerability. Looking at him this close always catches you off guard by how handsome he is.

"Hi, pretty boy," you say softly, your voice deliberately slow and full of that deep, bright affection that always catches him completely off guard.

"hi," he stammers. His voice is barely a whisper, a little raspy, and completely endearing. He bites his lower lip, trying to handle the intensity of your gaze.

You smile, your heart melting at how easily he gets flustered around you. You lean in closer, moving in slow motion so he can see exactly what you are about to do. You close the distance between your faces until your breath hitches with his. Then, you press a soft, lingering kiss right to the center of his cheek.

Your lips stay against his skin for a long, quiet moment. You feel the sudden rush of heat as a deep, warm flush spreads across his face, radiating straight down to his collar. He doesn't pull back. Instead, his eyes flutter shut, and he instinctively leans his face deeper into your touch, completely overwhelmed by how much you care about him.

"You are so adorable," you whisper against his skin, laughing softly as you feel him tremble just a little bit.

You pull back just an inch, letting your fingers gently slide up his neck and through his hair, feeling the soft texture of his curls before cupping his face with both hands. Your thumbs rest right on his cheekbones.

He wants to duck his head. He wants to hide his face in his hands to escape the sheer weight of your attention, but the gentle pressure of your palms holds him right in place. He is entirely at your mercy. His long eyelashes flutter nervously, his gaze darting from your eyes, to your lips, and back again, trying to process the love you are pouring into him.

You lean forward again, taking your absolute time, making sure he feels every single bit of your affection. First, you place a gentle, reassuring kiss right on his forehead, letting your lips rest there while he lets out a shaky breath. You pull back slightly, then drop a playful, soft kiss on the tip of his nose, making his eyes crinkle. Finally, you shift and plant another warm, lingering kiss on his other cheek.

Each time your lips touch his skin, a fresh wave of shyness washes over him. He lets out a soft, ragged breath and finally looks down at his hands, melting under the affection you give so freely. His dark skin glows beautifully under the warm light of the kitchen, and he looks so incredibly sweet that you just want to hold him forever.

You gently reach down and take his hands in yours. You slide your fingers between his, intertwining them tightly, refusing to let him hide away from you. You lean in even closer this time, completely closing the gap between your bodies. You bury your face in the crook of his neck for a second, breathing in his scent, before pressing your lips near his ear.

Your breath is warm against his skin, sending a visible shiver down his spine as you whisper, "I love you so much, Michael."

His chest swells with so much sudden happiness it almost hurts. The shyness is still heavy and sweet between you two, but the love completely overrides it. He manages a small, genuine smile as he looks back up at you, his features softening completely. He doesn't say the words out loud he is too shy for that right now but he squeezes your hands back with a sudden, firm pressure. It is his silent, perfect way of saying it right back to you.

You just laugh, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him into a fierce, warm embrace. Michael lets out a long breath and buries his face deep into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding onto you like you're his entire world.

You just stay like that in the quiet space, your lips brushing against his neck as you keep showering him with tiny, slow, affectionate kisses.

Slowly, you begin to shift in his lap. You untangle your hands from his and slide your palms up his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath his clothes. Your fingers trail deliberately up his neck, your thumbs brushing softly over his jawline.

"Michael," you whisper against his hair, your voice low and smooth.

He lets out a soft, questioning hum but doesn’t pull away. He just squeezes your waist a little tighter, his fingers digging gently into your hip.

"Look at me," you murmur.

It takes him a few seconds, but slowly, he tilts his head back. His rich brown skin is still beautifully flushed from your earlier kisses, and his dark eyes are slightly heavy, filled with a deep, quiet adoration. He doesn't say a word, he just looks up at you, completely vulnerable and entirely yours.

You lean down, pressing a slow, heavy kiss to the corner of his lips. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyelashes fluttering shut. Instead of pulling back, you slide your lips down his jawline, tracing the sharp angle of it with soft, teasing kisses until you reach the sensitive skin right below his ear.

Michael’s breath hitches. His whole body goes rigid for a split second as your lips brush against his pulse point. You can feel his heart racing under your touch.

You take your time, letting your lips linger against his warm skin. You breathe him in, enjoying the way his fingers twitch against your waist. Then, very gently, you part your lips and press a firm, open-mouthed kiss against the side of his neck.

A quiet, involuntary gasp escapes his throat. He tries to duck his head, his instinctual shyness kicking in, but your hand moves to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling softly in his curls to keep him right where you want him.

"Stay still," you whisper against his skin, your breath hot against his neck.

Michael obeys instantly, though a soft whine ripples in his chest. He grips your waist tighter, his knuckles turning a bit lighter under the pressure as he anchors himself to you.

Slowly, deliberately, you apply a gentle pressure with your lips, sucking the soft skin of his neck. The sensation is slow and intense. You feel him tremble beneath you, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. You use your teeth just a tiny bit, pulling the skin gently, marking him as yours.

Michael’s head drops back slightly against the bench, a deep, flustered sigh escaping his lips. He is completely overwhelmed, his mind short circuiting from the sheer intensity of what you are doing. The heat radiating from his face is incredible, a beautiful contrast against the cool air of the kitchen.

After a long, intoxicating moment, you slowly pull away. Your lips leave his skin with a soft, distinct sound.

You look down at his neck. Right there, stark and vibrant against his gorgeous brown skin, is a dark, blooming mark. It is perfectly shaped, a clear sign of exactly how much you love him.

Michael slowly opens his eyes, his gaze a little dazed and completely unfocused. He looks up at you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Slowly, his hand leaves your waist and travels up to his neck. His fingertips gently trace the sensitive area you just marked, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes what you've done.

A fresh, massive wave of shyness hits him. His face turns an even deeper shade of warm red, and he immediately tries to pull his collar up to hide it.

"You... you gave me a mark," he whispers, his voice completely cracked and breathless, filled with a mix of shock and pure shyness.

You just smile, leaning down to press a tiny, playful kiss right on the tip of his nose. "Now everyone knows you belong to me, Michael."

He lets out a soft groan of embarrassment, completely defeated by your affection. He hides his face right back into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you so tightly it almost takes your breath away, flustered but completely happy.

𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 : gf!reader finds out jaafar is growing a lil ‘stache…

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 : just kissing!

"Baby?” you called out, Jaafar turned around, mug in hand, and you actually stopped walking, and stood still for a second. He hadn't shaved. Like, at all. It wasn’t a full beard yet, just this thick, dark shadow of stubble tracing his jawline and making him look entirely different. Way too hot.

Jaafar caught you staring and instantly looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey. Yeah, I know. I forgot my razor on the flight and just... let it go. Does it look bad? I can go shave it off right now, I swear—"

"No,” you said, your voice dropping. Jaafar blinked, surprised. "Wait, really?"

"Really." you walked straight up to him, closing the distance until you were looking right up into his face. "It looks incredibly good on you." A slow, relieved grin spread across his face. You didn't wait. You reached out, cupping his jaw in both hands.

The new texture was scratchy and warm against your palms, and your heart did a flip. You pulled him down and kissed him. It felt completely different. The short hair tickled your soft lips and the sensitive skin around your mouth, adding this rough, sensation that made you pull him even closer.

Jaafar gasped softly against your mouth before his hands found your waist, gripping you tight and kissing you back, hard and warm. You parted your lips, deepening the kiss, completely captivated by the new friction of his stubble against your soft skin.

Jaafar groaned softly, tilting his head to kiss you harder, his fingers digging into your hips. He pressed you backward until your lower back hit the edge of the kitchen counter, his body pinning yours gently against it. Your hands slid up from his jaw, burying your fingers in his hair to keep him close.

Every time his face moved against yours, the scratch of his new beard sent a rush of heat straight down your spine. You two kissed for what felt like hours, slow and heavy, melting into each other right there in the middle of the kitchen. When you finally pulled away to catch your breath, you were completely flushed, your thumb tracing his now reddened jawline.

"I think i love kissing even more," you murmured against his lips. Jaafar laughed, the sound low in his chest, and leaned right back down to kiss you again, smiling into your mouth.