could you write a little thing about michael dating a thiqùe woman in the 1920s? also shout out to the yungblud icon you have xxx
a/n: hey love! I hope you don't mind that I've written a few hcs instead of an actual fic. I'm very tired so if this is shit, I'm very sorry. if you had any specific idea of a plot for a full fic with micahel and a thick reader just let me know and I'll give it a go! and yeah, I love yungblud! x
- michael literally loves the feeling of your thighs on him in every way possible. he wants you sat on his lap, straddling him, lying on him, resting on his legs. if you're not stood up, you best bet he's reaching for you to sit on his lap
- when he's got a lot of work to do, he'll ask you to come and sit on his lap, or drape your legs over him, so he can absentmindedly run his hands all over them while he answers phone calls
- "sweetheart, please," he'll practically beg if you hesitate for even a moment, dragging out the words so you really feel them cut through you, making you feel them everywhere in your body
- in business meetings, or family meetings, where you can't sit on his lap, he reaches his hand and rests it on your thigh. his thoughts may be less than innocent, but there's something quite sweet about the way he smiles a real smile at you while he does it
- if anyone says anything even remotely negative about you, he fucking loses it. even if it's his cousins or their wives - something some of them may have learnt the hard way.
- he loves your body so much and doesn't understand how others couldn't. every single day, he calls you beautiful, and compliments your body, promising he means every single beautiful word
- "holy shit, you're literally a goddess"
- doesnt stand for self hatred, and promotes self love all the time! he'll stand you in front of a mirror and list the endless amount of things he finds attractive about you until you're smiling again
- particularly loves tracing your stretch marks and he will lie for hours and hours in bed just running his fingers up and down your stretch marks, telling you how badass and beautiful it looks. on other days, he will sit in between your legs, and kiss the cellulite, the stretch marks and whisper poems against your skin.
- "how'd I get so lucky, huh?" he speaks the words into your ear, pressing kisses to your neck as he stands with his front pressed against your back, his hands freely roaming
- you literally make him speechless sometimes, and he has to take moments to himself to just collect all his thoughts and pull his mind out of the gutter
- he knows it isn't easy for you to find clothes that fit all that well sometimes, especially considering the style of the dresses, so he goes out of his way to find you something he knows you'll love all the time. money is no problem, and he spends all his effort trying to make it a positive experience for you.
- also, he loves shopping with you, because you both know it will end with you doing a little more than kissing in the fitting rooms because he thinks the dress looks wonderful on you but "it would be even better off, love."
- this man loves the stomach and the thighs and everything else that comes with it, and as long as you're happy, he is too. he would never ever even think of asking you to change because he loves you too much as it is.
- "you're the most beautiful girl in all the world."
