#michael headcanons

pervy bsf! michael headcanons!!

pervy bsf! michael… who has become so infatuated with you that eventually you’re the only person he can jerk off to.

he had a little shoe box under his bed filled with pictures of you… in a bikini while swimming in his pool with the rest of his family, laying on the floor of his bedroom with your legs a little too wide open, or even just sitting on his bed in his shirt, hair messy after a seemingly innocent sleepover between two best friends.

either way, whenever he needs a release, he grabs that box, digs around to find his favorite picture of the day, and ends up shooting his load all over it. he silently reprimands himself for making a mess, but secretly loves the thought of getting his seed all over you.

pervy bsf! michael… who makes you upset on purpose just so he can comfort you. sometimes, it’s as simple as “accidentally” ruining one of your shirts and begging you to forgive him while he snakes his arms around your waist, telling you he’d replace it.

other times, he goes as far as finding out who you’re going out to dinner with one night, calling them up, and pretending to be the restaurant manager and saying your reservation had been canceled. when you get stood up, you rush over to his home and cry in his arms.

“see? that’s why i’m your best friend. no one else will treat you as good as i do,” he whispers in your ear as his long fingers run through your hair, comforting you like he knows you love.

pervy bsf! michael… who sometimes gets lucky enough to trace the lace of your panties whenever they stick out slightly from your jeans, maybe when you two are hugging or sitting on the couch watching TV.

sometimes, you don’t even notice the sneaky little move. but if you do, you shoot him a confused look, and his face would be the picture of innocence.

“what? can’t your best friend put his arm around you?”

pervy bsf! michael… who of course steals your panties!

eventually, you start to wonder why you keep spending so much money every other month buying new pairs of panties.

one day, when you complain to michael about this (because why wouldn’t you, best friends can tell each other anything), he acts confused right along with you.

“maybe they’re getting lost in the dryer. y’know they do that sometimes,” he lies smoothly.

little do you know, whenever he’s over at your house or you’re having a sleepover at his house, he digs around your bag or dresser until he finds one of your delicate pairs of panties. he stares at them for a long moment before bringing them up to his nose and smelling you in the most intimate way he can.

and when he hears your footsteps, he quickly shoves them in his pocket, saving them for later when his dick is impossibly hard and you’re not there to help him.

pervy bsf! michael… who claims kissing is normal between friends. at first, it started with innocent little kisses to the cheek or forehead. then, it quickly turned into quick ones on the corner of your mouth, and eventually soft ones on your neck.

“it doesn’t mean anything. y’know kissing like this is perfectly normal, right?” he’d say as his lips hover over your collarbone, acting like you’re the crazy one.

a/n:: all night I’ve been thinking about working for matureera!michael. you knew working with him was an honor, and my god the girls weren’t lying when they said he can be SO flirty?!

the new rental residing in miami smelt like thick cinnamon sugar from the abundance of candles burning in the living room. you were running around the kitchen prepping for dinner. ‘kfc style’ chicken with mash potatoes was requested, as the timer was thirty minutes out to being done you decided to make the table. before you started working for michael the number one thing tabloids, interviewers and magazines would say was ‘michael is gay’ or ‘michael is too timid around women!’ if only they knew how far this was from the truth!

this house was much smaller than his usual pick but it seems the idea was to have a since of normality just for the next two weeks. plus nobody would even imagine he would pick a regular sized house over a mansion. in other words nobody was considering bothering him, the kids were upstairs giggling and running around upstairs. you were placing the usual set of plates down in the dining room when you heard a larger pair of feet walking down the hardwood floor. although you heard this the only thing on your mind was your personal music, you had blasting while you were seasoning and washing chicken an hour ago.

your hips circled as you walked around placing each fork and knife down near the black velvet dinner mats. it was only until you were facing the front of the room, a pair of loafers were standing cross legged leaning against the wall. “oh my god!”, you jolted back how long was he eyeing you?! “so sorry michael you scared me!” he laughed you were so in tune with the music, you had completely ignored he was walking down to check on you.

“I liked watching you feel the music.” how could he say something like that so calmly? “no I should’ve been more focused on the table… I’m kinda embarrassed.” your right hand clammed your left palm. it was one thing to get caught dancing, but the image of you basically bumping and grinding was even more silly to be visually seen doing. he walked towards you grabbing one your hand in his, “relax.” he raised your hand towards his lips pressing a kiss at your knuckles. you gave him a soft smile a ding! went off from the oven, putting both your attention towards the kitchen. walking in front of him something told you to turn around, you saw what his eyes were landed on!

he was staring at your…body? no shame in it either! he didn’t even try to quickly look away! he glanced up at you a smirk on his lips, before he followed you into the other room. “I’ll take it out no need in burning yourself.” your brows fiddled with confusion from his statement. you do this every single day so him all of a sudden being concerned, didn’t really make much sense. the steaming glass pan of food over coated the walls, “looks beautiful I’ll go get the children-“ you gripped his arm only for a moment, “michael you need to eat something you haven’t all day.”

his face contorted for a second it was fast but you noticed. “I’ll… have a little okay?”, you nodded turning to turn off the stove.

currently you two were the last still awake. michael had tucked the kids to bed and you just finished washing all the dishes. he was busy humming some tune, as you took out a cake you baked earlier that morning off the countertop. “I haven’t cut it yet do you want some?”, he spun around to face you from across the room. “of course.”, he swiped his finger along the buttercream frosting wiping some on your cheek. this made you laugh, “michael!” his hand cupped his face to muffle the loud laughter he wanted to let out. “m’sorry I haven’t bothered you today i couldn’t help it!”, you rolled your eyes damn near to the back of your brain. “good to know you do that on purpose!”, you returned the favor by adding frosting on his forearm.

“hey I apologized rascal!”, you giggled reaching your hand to remove your apron. his eyes wondered your body once again. “you have a very pretty figure.” he just… blurted that out?! not even facing you he was using a knife to cut a slice. “oh um thank you!”, he nodded taking a finger into his mouth tasting the confectionery cream. “yeah you’re very beautiful.” he knew you were blushing, the little hue of color was flushing your skin. “you still have frosting on your face.” his hand pressed against your jaw as his thumb softly swiped right. he then leaned in to peck your cheek. “all better now.”

“are you tired?” you nodded it was getting late although you were technically ‘off’ tomorrow you, knew you’d be getting up early to help michael get the kids ready for the day. “you should get some sleep I’ll walk you to your room.” after cleaning up the kitchen and finishing the dessert, michael walked you upstairs hand in hand. you sat on the edge of the bed, he got on one knee removing your shoes. “goodness honey your feet are all red.”, his tone was genuinely worrisome. you winced at the sudden massage he gave you, it felt warm yet sharp all at once. “take it easy tomorrow okay?… you can sleep in.”

immediately you shook your head, “no I need to help two toddlers is a lot-“, “they’re my kids baby.” he looked up, his touch softening the further his fingers slid up. “I got this I can handle one day.” for some reason a frown appeared on your face, the idea of you not doing anything made you feel guilty? almost as if they were your own. your foot dropped back against the bed panel, michael stood up now slightly towering over you. he bent down to press a kiss onto your temple, “you’re welcome to sleep in my room to wake me up in the morning.” you grinned at the suggestion.

one long shower later you were dressed in one of michael’s old shirts laying next to him in the king sized bed. one lamp took over the room as he was reading a book intensely, skimming through each word with his reading glasses. “you smell sweet I like it.” you again felt flustered, this was getting ridiculous you felt like a school girl with a crush! “sorry if it’s strong.” he closed the book turning his focus on you. “no not at all.” a click! sound was heard as he turned the light off, your head plopped down into the pillow. his bed felt very cold it was the perfect temperature to sleep in. you moved back to get comfortable, but you went a little TOO far behind because now you were right on michael’s stomach. ( dad bod michael save me! )

“I’m so sorry!” he laughed “it’s alright you can stay!” your heart was racing it was so quiet in the room he had to hear it. his hand pressed against the out line of your waist, “please rest.” you put your fingers onto his. “I will.” he pulled the covers up over your body, “goodnight pretty girl.” his annoying ass made you giggle…. oh my god again! “goodnight michael.” you felt the tiniest smooch on your ear, before he turned over. “um.. mic-“ what the hell are you doing stop? “oh yes?” shut up. stop. go to bed. “could I get a kiss?” you could see him grinning from the moonlight blaring through the lacey white curtain.

your adrenaline was going at full speed what in the hell did you just ask this man that? say goodbye to your high paying job. he planted an actual kiss on your lips which would’ve been fine!

….if you two didn’t start making out.

Ain’t nobody’s business (but mine and my baby)

✶⋆.˚ ┆ 𝒴ou and michael have been going through a rough patch, but once he catches wind that you’ve been talking to your girlfriends about your relationship problems, his only mission is to take that frustration out on you.

✶⋆.˚ ┆ 𝒟angerous!era!michael x fiancé!reader

✶⋆.˚ ┆ 𝒞ontains: fingering, p in v, slapping, angry/make up sex, angst, degradation mixed with a bit of praise, condenscension, michael’s lowk rough, unprotected sex, nicknames (bunny, mama, baby etc.)

You and michael have been going through a rough couple of weeks. Mainly about how much time he’s been spending at the studio, or at rehearsals for the upcoming Dangerous world tour, it felt as though you haven’t seen him in months. Every argument ends the same, michael mad and spending more time in the studio in retaliation, and you left at home feeling neglected and unappreciated. The hard part is you know this is his craft, you know creating is what he adores and prides himself on most in the world, you ultimately felt stupid for even picking fights with him.

“Michael, please you’re overworking yourself!” you would always find yourself uttering, repeating the phrase like a broken record. “God, can you just stop with that already!? you know I have a lot of responsibilities.” he’d reply back, raising his voice just enough for you to notice. “Yes, but I feel as though I haven’t seen you, my own fiancé. Please just take… I don’t know, a week off.” you would say, inching closer to him, michael would look at you, clenching his jaw. “You know I can’t.” he’d say more quietly and softly. Those simple words would then send you over the edge, you mutter something about why it’s so difficult choosing his fiancé over work before storming into your shared bedroom, slamming the door in pure anger.

And late at night, when michael finally decides to come back home, he’d find you asleep underneath the sheets. How can I fix this, he thought, but to you it seemed so simple, just take time off. You both were at a crossroads and neither one of you wanted to back down from your separate arguments. So, ultimately you would start calling up your girlfriends for some advice on the whole situation. “Look, if he isn’t giving you the time of day imagine how it’s going to be like when you guys are finally engaged.” one friend would say, the other pitching in to agree, and although you appreciated their advice and need for helping out a friend you thought their advice was a bit outlandish to say the least, but maybe it was their lack of experience with men so you have always let it slide.

It was nighttime at your shared home with michael, you were sat on the king sized bed on the phone with another one of your friends, it was 11 PM and michael still hadn’t come back from the studio. You started to almost get used to the routine, and that feeling was starting to sting, you wanted your michael back. “I just— I don’t know… it seems like all of our days are replaced with arguing and tantrums from both sides.” you say, letting out a sigh. “well, just… sit him down, try not to yell at him.” she said, feeding you different kinds of resolutions. That’s when the front door opened quietly and in stepped a tired, sweaty michael who had his day filled with rehearsals, meetings and fittings for the tour. He quietly set down his bag assuming you were already asleep in bed, but he was proven wrong with the sound of your voice in the room…

“I wish he would just listen to me you know? it’s always his way or no one’s way,” michael heard you say. he lets out a quiet sigh of slight annoyance as he heard you continue, “exactly! I hate being mad all the time, he doesn’t at all see it.” you voice, frustration in your tone. Michael on the other hand, has heard enough, he strides across the house and opens the bedroom door, eyeing you down, giving you a look that told you everything. You immediately tell your friend you’ll call her back in the morning, Michael watches you hang up the phone, silence filling the air for just a moment before he breaks it, “so you tellin’ other people our business, hm?” he asks in a deep, low tone. “It’s only a friend.” you coldly reply, but despite your cold tone you were internally scared about how much he heard. “I don’t really give a damn who it is all I wanna know is why you’re sat here telling people our problems like it’s some big gossip story for the town.” michael argues, inching closer to your side of the bed, raising an eyebrow as he waits for your response.

You then sigh and roll your eyes “oh shut up! you-“ you were then abruptly cut off with his big hand grabbing your face softly but firmly, “what’d you say to me?” he said, you look up at him and let out a faint whine “say that again, since you wanna play tough girl tonight come on, say it.” he looks at you, watching your mouth open and close again, you had nothing. Michael lets out a deep growl and crashes his lips on yours, the kiss was hot and immediately consisted of tongues swirling together and lip biting “m-michael” you mutter in between his lips before he finds your lips again, “you shut up,” he replied “shut the fuck up.” His tone immediately getting your pussy all worked up and embarrassingly wet which led you to let out an involuntary moan against his lips. Michael smirks at that sweet sound as he moves his kisses to your neck, sucking on your skin and marking you up “you want me to fuck that anger outta ya, don’t you baby?” he whispers, his hot breath making you shiver slightly as you nod earnestly to his question “God, yes p-please.” you moan, gripping the sheets now. Michael moves you so he can get on the bed, now on top of you, his lips back on yours. His hand travels down your body stopping at your throbbing pussy, nothing but a pair of lacy red panties on.

“Such a dirty girl, wearing nothing but panties.” he coos, you moan at the contact, grinding subconsciously against his fingers. “uh-uh, stay the fuck still, baby.” he commands. You let out a whine “please mikey…” he looks up at your furrowed brow and needy look, he let out a breathy chuckle. “Such a greedy lil thing.” he mutters as he pushes your panties to the side, his two fingers finally feeling just how soaked you are “fuck mama… you’re soaked, and it’s all for me, huh? ” you nod eagerly. “y-yes it’s all for you, all for you.” michael then hums and proceeds to push his two fingers inside you, the abrupt sensation making you gasp, slightly arching your back into him. “Yeaa that’s it…” michael says, nipping at your neck before whispering again “you know, you never answered me… why are you telling people our troubles, baby? hm?” michael asks, setting a slow pace with his fingers in and out of your pussy, the feeling of his fingers inching closer to your g-spot with every slow thrust was driving you crazy, you take a shaky breath in and answer—or at least attempt to. “I-I don’t… fuckk baby… I was j-just…” you moan out. “you were just what?” michael asks in a condescending manner as he continued his slow movements of his fingers now switching to curling his digits inside of your gummy walls now. “I-I was just being.. dumb… oh my God.”

“being dumb huh?… such a dumb bunny.” michael egged on. He then proceeded to take out his fingers, you whine at the loss “p-please baby…” you say, your eyes fluttered back open. “you’re getting what you want, mama… stop whining.”

Michael then gets up, the sound of him unbuckling his belt filling the room for a moment, before he then lets his jeans and boxers drop down, revealing his hardened, thick dick, precum leaking out his tip and slowly trickling down. He hooks your bare thighs with his arms, moving you closer to him on the side of the bed. Michael then gets rid of your panties, throwing them somewhere across the room. Michael then strokes his member a few times before aligning himself with your entrance, pushing himself inside of your pussy. Your mouth immediately went agape at the feeling of him stretching you out, you both moan at the feeling as he then starts moving “f-fuck baby…” you stutter, your back arched. Michael was fucking you dumb, you damn near forgot you two were even arguing for the past few weeks.

“Yea, you missed this dick didn’t ya?” michael teases. “s-so much… missed your dick so bad” you mutter, eyes fluttered closed as he thrusts himself inside of you, faster this time around. “Yea, prolly why you’ve been acting like such a brat lately,” michael groans, he leans down, lifting your shirt up to expose your hardened nipples, he latches his mouth onto your breast, his hand massaging and gently pinching the other. You squeal at the added sensation as he pulls away with a pop sound. “F-faster… michael I-I need it.” you whine beneath him. “that depends, you gonna keep telling your cheeky friends our business?… huh?” he says before he then slaps you, you whine and hiss at the stinging feeling “n-no—“ he slaps you again. “you’re not gonna keep telling them things they have no business in knowin’?” “no… I-I promise” you whine. Michael, once feeling satisfied with your whines of obedience begins not only going faster, but pounding into you.

Long before you know it, you and michael were both close to that sweet, intensive release. “O-Oh shittt… baby I’m gonna cum!” you arch your back into him, placing a hand over his stomach, squealing in pleasure. “I’m close too, mama. cum with me… cum on this dick” michael moans as he leans down to rest his face in your neck, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. You finally cum, your legs going numb and shaking as you let out one last, particularly louder moan against michael. Michael kept thrusting into you, finally letting out a low groan before covering your walls in his warm seed. You both laid there, panting and wiped out, bodies tangled together. Michael maneuveres as he lays down, pulling you on his chest, hand on your waist. “You okay, baby?” he softly asks, that nurturing coming back, contrasting how dominant he just was during that intense love making you both just shared. “I’m okay, handsome.”

Silence falls between you two as you both catch your breath and pull yourselves together. “I hate arguing.” you blurt out, looking up at him, michael meets your gaze and sighs, cracking a small knowing smile, “I do too honey. I’m sorry… for being so indulged in work.” michael wholeheartedly says, kissing your temple. “I get it honey… it’s what you’re passionate about.” you softly say, tightening your grip on his waist. “but you’re also what I’m passionate about” michael retaliates, “I’ll take a step back the next few weeks.” he then utters, in a determined tone. He cuddles you tightly and gently scoots you both down to sink more into the pillows for the night.

WHEW. this shit was lowk nasty asf… thank you all for reading

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˖◛⁺⑅♡ 𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑦: Michael being away from work and you sick since the week after your birthday. for 2 months you thought you were sick as you take a pregnancy test, seeing the results you take the stick and throw the box away only for Michael to find it when cleaning and confronts you.

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFF,thriller era, sweet lover names. Beautiful overall

Friday 5:22 pm

y/n Been feeling sick yes her birthday passed about 2 months ago so her and Michael had a sweet night. She almost never got sick so why now? y/n Isn’t the type to waste money on doctors when she could most likely find out the problem herself.

That’s the problem she couldn’t. UNTIL she got a pregnancy test. Not wanting to worry Michael as much as he was already worried, I mean he was so caught up with work she hadn’t got enough time as she wanted with him.

So she took the test in the bathroom of their home the quiet around her made her anxiety build up as she waited for the results she thought over the past 2 months on how her mood has been. after five minutes she snapped out of it as the tiny timer clock she had went off.

She picked up the test her eyes going wide..

“WHAT THE HELL” she yelled!

Wednesday 2:07 pm

It’s been 12 days and Michael is finally home a break for only about 2 weeks he gets a break. y/n has been carrying a very unmannerly Mood and aura around her.

The house was a bit untidy so Michael decided to be the lovely thoughtful man he is and cleaned up and then he went the the bathroom as Michael was done the last thing on the list to do was take the little trashcan bag out the bathroom as he picked it up the dark pink rectangular box caught his eye.

As much as he didn’t wanna put his hand in the trash can the feel of the deep curiosity took over as he slowly reached down grabbing the box

Michael rotated the front of the box to his sight

“Pregnancy test..?” He took a deep breath the outside of him look somewhat of calm but inside it was like an amusement park so many things going on at once he fast walked to the living room taking another breath.

“Baby.” He said lowly

“Yes Michael?”

“I need to ask you something and please be honest sweet girl”

Then that’s when y/n got worried what could he possibly wanna ask why did it seem so serious did he kno-

“Baby are you pregnant, you have to tell me the truth I’m not gonna be upset but I need to know”

Michael said softy so sweetly considering the worry all over his face he made sure his words are reassuring.

“Um m-michael” she slips over her words not knowing how to drop this is bomb of confirmation

“Mama listen tell me. Take time with your sweet words”

Gosh he made her remember why she fell for him 2 years ago.

“Michael I promise I was going to tell you and have a conversation I-i just needed to find the tim-“

Michael cut her off with a sweet soft kiss to the lips gently wrapping his arms around her body like she would break if he touched fast or squeezed too hard.

“God y/n I love you” Michael said before proceeding to say 

“I’m gonna be a daddy! Oh sweet thing I’m so glad it’s you, this is all I’ve ever wanted. I’m not mad I promise i know you’re scared but baby i’ll be right here”

(This was so random, but also seen that Karen posted a photoshoot of Michael when he said (idk cause I wasn't there but from what I read) he didn't want them public and she's such a bitch the way she comments on ppl who are telling her to delete and defend Michael, so that led to this, and I'm not a very good writer, so I'm calling up all my pro writers for this one).

A Michael_Beloved animatic about his final moments, because he is an underappreciated character, and has so much potential.

A ramble about him under cut.

TWs:

- bugs

- bones

- talk of death and decay

- I think there is a slight flash but I'm unsure? So flashing warning just in case

Rich right? :D I'm so sorry if it's not Rich but I just assumed it's him because I lowkey didn't watch the show in so long (I gotta do it again sometime soon I miss the loser the geek or whatever)

CD burning! Michael makes CD's for the people that he loves because they combine two of the things he likes the most: music and the true 90's spirit. He got Rich into the bands that he likes and now they both jam to Bob Marley etc.

Long car rides after dark (a stop at 7/eleven for Slushies is mandatory) they put on some music and sing with their windows rolled down without care in the world.

Rich is actually good with video games so they meet up in Michael's basement and just play Doom or smth all night Christine and Jeremy often join them.

Double dates with Christine and Jeremy! They go to cinema's and fast food restaurants. Bonus: They saw Hamilton (the movie) in teathers. Michael and Christine came dressed up and Rich and Jeremy had to accept that.

They spend HOURS on the phone when they aren't together. They literally call each other almost every evening to do their HW together. It's like 40% of actually working and 60% yapping (me and my friend did that she told me about Taylor Swift and stuff :D)

They also love sleepovers. A pillow fight always breaks out and they get popcorn and drink Dr. Pepper.

Rich posts so much Michael on his Instagram it's almost as if his account was a fan page. He also tags those photos with some corny ahh # like "my one and only" "true love" "relationship goals"

They also send each other those memes that are like [insert two characters] captioned "us?" Or send each other links to song that remind them of the other.

Michael got Rich into kandai so now they both have matching bracelets! And it's one of the small gifts they like to give the other. Rich also got a bracelet that says "drink water" because he'll lowkey forget to do that.

Ah they also play D&D with Christine and Jeremy! They spent almost all summer doing that. Best summer in Rich's whole life may I add.

Michael got Rich on the hellsite (tumbrl) and now he tags him in all of the posts that remind him of Rich. They also reblog each other's stuff.

Rich watched Stranger Things and convinced Michael to do that too. Suprisingly he did like it and now they both ship Byler. (They wrote a 20K words fanfic about that and posted it on Michael's ao3)

When they move in together they get a cat and a dog (probably golden retriever and an orange cat) The cat's name is Pac-Man and the dog is named Mario.

Michaels' moms absolutely love Race! They couldn't be happier with who their son is dating and even when they got married and moved in they're still invited for a dinner on Saturday.

After dinner they always watch some crappy reality TV like the real housewives. No one really likes the show but it's fun, it's entertaining and it's the tradition.

Also Rich and Michael watch a few episodes of some series' every Friday. They once decided to watch the last of Us and for a completly unrelated reason Rich wanted to sleep extra close to Michael for the next week of so.

Rich became a teacher when he grew up (Michael makes video games but that's unrelated) and his students met Michael on a few occasions when he stopped by to bring his husband the lunch he forgot to pack. They all think he's very cool and always ask Rich about him and their pets. He was forced to show them pictures of their cat on like five different occasions.