#Michael Bluth x reader

[asphaltsugar]

suggestive! ━━━ MICHAEL BLUTH and his voice

it was a confession he would certainly revel in, such a mundanity to his person that was a contrary if you were asked. you could keep it as a guilty pleasure of sorts for just a while longer.

at your insistence he not hang up, his eyes widened ever so slightly, darting to the watch at his wrist.

“it’s... nearly midnight.”

you sighed through a smile. “do you have a bedtime?” a bite, knowing he would reply with a dry laugh and something else to say—and that was all you wanted of him.

and he did just that, breathed a laugh. agreed with an ‘alright’ muttered, barely audible with how low his cadence dipped and the albeit shitty connection it traveled through.

you weren’t exactly sure how long the two of you spoke. you had him relay his shift that morning, anything that occurred at the model home, the banana stand, told him he could tell you whatever he wanted with a dreamy sigh.

he figured it was a joke, the late hour finding its way onto your tongue. but the thought passed in your mind that he must know, what with the hums and lows he would mutter past his lips, the most boring of talk given in a lure. there wasn’t any effort, any entendre in his delivery; just a man whose need for sleep was being betrayed—to your almost greedy satisfaction—by his speech.

at one point something akin to a whine crossed his lips with his words. a grin nearly spread on your cheeks; a defeated laugh from him soon followed.

“i don’t have anything else to tell you, sweetheart. ‘m afraid i’ll bore you to death.”

you hummed, palm against your cheek. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

a similar sound, a delicate rumble from his throat. “good night,” he whispered.

something so inconspicuous garnered such a response, and he would be sure to remind you to the shell of your ear and a hand dragging up your hip.

[agaypanic]

happy father’s day to all the fictional men i wanna make a father <3

[ar4chn333]

I need to be fücking spayed

[aikuposer]

abyone support dry humping michael bluth after a long day at work and having to deal with his incompetent father in prison. ? need more arrested development oomfs Sorry guys

[michaelbluthsdeadwife]

Need some subby Michael bc I just know that man whimpers

Sub!michael bluth x fem!reader head cannons

I LOVE. This request. I’ve decided to make this a head cannon post but I do have a micheal smut in the works so stay tuned!

Obviously smut and nsfw warning, pre established relationship, fem!reader, riding, oral m!receiving, praise kink

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I think Michael is truly such a softy. Like of course he can be rough if he’s angry with his family or if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, but he’s sooooo subby.

When he’s had a bad day, his favorite thing is to let you ride him. He becomes a big baby, he loves when you take care of him. He just holds you and softly moans your name and small praises

“Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that.”

He’s very sweet. Like just the biggest sweetheart. He’s the type of guy to talk a big game while you’re out at dinner but when you get home he’s the one begging.

“Please, (y/n)? I need you.”

He’s definitely a switch, he grew up with that toxic masculinity so of course he likes to prove he can take control, but after awhile of being together he shows his true submissive colors.

Praise kink? Definitely. He loves any praise from you, in and out of the bedroom. Wether it’s letting him know he did a good job regarding something at the Bluth company, or telling him how adorable he looks under you. He loves a good compliment.

“You’re so pretty, Michael.”

This man falls apart at the feeling of your touch. He is such a whimperer. In the beginning of your relationship he definitely got embarrassed and tried to suppress it, but it didn’t take long for him to get comfortable and let go completely.

He loves being with someone who allows him to be himself in this way.

Of course, Michael is so caring and attentive. He cares so much about the needs of everyone he loves, including you. Especially you. When you ride him or suck him off he always makes sure you’re comfortable and he always tells you how great you’re doing.

“Yes, perfect. Just like that, baby.”

He also loves to gently grasp your hair or your hips. Just to help you out.

While he is rather submissive during sex, afterwards he always makes sure he’s the one taking care of you. He’s a big cuddle guy, he also makes sure you’re clean and that you’ve gone to the bathroom after. Its his way of paying you back.

Michael MELTS when you kiss him. He loves the more intimate/romantic type of love making as apposed to rough or mean.

He’s also not the biggest fan of quickies as he loves to take his time and set the mood perfectly

“Let’s wait until we get home, sweetheart, okay?”

but sometimes when you visit his office on his lunch break during a particularly bad day, you can tell he’s stressed and you straddle his waist immediately, the second you start grinding against him he’ll give in (as if he wasn’t praying it would happen)

“Fuck… Just make sure the doors locked…”

[teagballs]

michael bluth x reader where reader also works in business and has a bad day or something and since michael is at work (they work in diff places) he goes drinking with gob once he is done. michael taking care of a drunk reader lol. i love ur writing

take them home | michael bluth x !drunk reader

authors note: did u miss me hiiiii definitely hasn't been three months or anything. SORRY YALL im in the middle of exams rn im struggling so hard 💔 motivation to write came back when i should be studying tho ??? wtf ???? idek. anyway heres some sweet michael for the SOUL he'd be the best bf ever!!!!!

cw: drunk reader, drinking too much, vomiting. other than that just fluff!! enjoy

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You swear you could have cried when the clock finally struck six. Today was terrible, putting it simply. From an early start to annoying co-workers to an abundance of paperwork, it seemed you couldn't catch a break. To make matters worse, you knew Michael wouldn't be home till late. The responsibility he had in his position left him working after hours. You needed to release some of your built-up stress, you needed a drink. But who would you go to? Who would be without responsibilities or cares and would be willing to get wasted with you?

"Hey Gob, do you wanna get a drink?"

He was more than happy to hit the bar with you and also a terrible influence. Drinks seemed to tally up within minutes when it had actually been hours and hours. He definitely could handle his drink better than you. Because while he was still able to form a coherent message, you were a blubbering mess.

"Another!" You slur out.

Gob discourages you finally, "Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Who cares! All- all those pieces of shit can go- can- can go fuck... themselves" you stutter.

Gob wasn't having fun anymore. Now he was just taking care of a drunk person - he didn't want that weighing him down. So he called Michael to come pick you up.

Michael was not pleased to hear that after his 12 hours in the office, he had to pick up his absolutely shit faced partner up from his brother.

"You let them get that drunk, Gob? What's wrong with you?" Michael barked as you rest against his shoulder.

You lean against his form, looking up at his tousled locks. He definitely had them in his stressed grip a couple of times today. You play with the bottom of his tie as he speaks. Gob shrugs his lecturing off and leaves the pair of you.

With some difficulty, Michael gets you into the stair car and drives you to your apartment. He guides you up to your place and gently guides you to the sofa. He makes quick work of getting you a glass of water.

"Here, drink this," he hands you a glass. It's a chipped and old looking glass, just in case. You ignore the glass and instead try to get him to sit down with you.

"Michael, you looked tired, come lay down with me," you dragged, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could. You were spread across the sofa ungracefully, limbs anywhere they would be comfortable.

"You need to go to bed," he tells you gently. You whine out like a toddler.

"Come on! I wanna stay up with you!" you say before shifting up into a sitting position and giggling.

"You have work tomorrow," he sighs at you. He, too, has work tomorrow and would love to stay up with you, but can't.

"So? I hate that job! Who cares if I'm off cause of a-" you cut yourself off by covering your mouth and dry heaving, "a hangover-" you bolt up right and stumble to your bathroom, stabilising yourself on the walls. Michael follows closely behind.

He runs hand up and down your back and holds your hair as you throw up. The vomiting must have sobered you up a little because you suddenly feel the not so fun effects of alcohol. You rub your face, feeling hot a clammy. Michael looks at you with only concern as he hunches on the floor with you. He cups your face, and you lean your face away.

"Don't..." you grumble. "I'm gross and drunk."

Michael smiles as he smoothes over your cheek, "That may be true, but I still love you," he chuckles. You're unsure how he's even facing you with how bad your breath probably is.

"I'm tired," you sigh deeply and sniffle a little.

"I'm sure you are." Michael agrees, doing that knee slap thing as he makes his way to his feet again. "C'mon," he holds out his hand for you to take. Supporting one hand on your bath, you use the other to take his.

He guides you to your bed where you flump down. With effort, he takes your shoes off, and you turn over and wrap the duvet tight around your frame.

"Alright, sweetheart, I'm off. I'll see you tomorrow," Michael murmurs and watches your exhausted form.

"No!" you exclaim. "No, don't go!" Suddenly frantic, you unwrap yourself from your duvet cocoon.

"What do you want me to do?" He forms a lips pressed together smirk, he finds your pure distraught at the idea of him going home and getting a good night's rest awful amusing.

"Stay here! Stay in my bed!" you beg your boyfriend. In the morning, you'll remember how drunk and pathetic you were last night and grimace.

"But I have work in the morning. I'll need to go home and get ready." He toys. He already knows he'll be staying the night. He'll just have to get up early and grab his stuff for the office. Or maybe he'll take the day off, he deserves it after all.

"No, please!" You whine out again and tug on his hand. He laughs heartily and drops onto the bed, making sure to squash none of your limps.

Finally satisfied, you wrap your legs around him. You're both still in your work clothes, but who cares? You're cosy.

Tucking your head into his neck, you slur out a, "love you,"

"Love you too," he smiles, exposing his little tooth gap.

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[bethsvrse]

individual character list

Rodrick Heffley

Andy Bernard

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

Stanley Pines

Stanford Pines

Mike Schmidt

Bofur

Fili

Bilbo Baggins

Boromir

Legolas

Thranduil

Dennis Reynolds

Charlie Kelly

Edward Nashton

Gob Bluth

Michael Bluth

Rose Tyler

Clara Oswald

Harry Lewis (wroetoshaw)

Arthurtv

George Clarkey

ChrisMD

Jschlatt

Eddie Edwards (Taron Egerton)

George weasley

fred weasley

neville longbottom

steve harrington

benedict bridgerton

mickey barnes

[d0iezz]

I was gonna do the michael bluth fan fiction as like a one off thing but it got more attention then I thought it would...sooo should I write more fanfics for funsies

[ar4chn333]

These always hit smmmmm

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[asphaltsugar]

michael bluth x reader

extras: suggestive but more so in reader’s thoughts than any actions; pet names ‘sweetheart’ & ‘doll’; no pronouns or use of y/n; just something short bc he’s been plaguing my mind since i started watching arrested development a few days ago

becoming an assistant to kitty consisted of simple—boring, but you wouldn’t admit that—busy work: organizing papers from the copy room, taking calls when she (frequently) left, buying ink or staples whenever there was word of the absence of either, discreetly eyeing the head of the company whenever he passed with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to the bones of his elbows; why else would his office be behind the secretary’s desk?

she told you michael asked one morning if you could bring the copies to his office directly, rather than handing them off to her to do so; she grumbled something about him not trusting her—whether it was a quote or simply her irritability bleeding into her request, you didn’t pry—with an eye roll and an annoyed tapping of her pen to the desk. you could tell she really did not care—it was less work for her to do, more time to catch the phone if his father called.

you did as you were asked. you made the turn into his office rather than the straight path to kitty’s desk, knocking on the already-open door as a greeting along with a brief ‘good morning’ (even though he had echoed the same words when the two of you crossed paths earlier).

his head raised from whatever he was writing in a haste, flipping a page as he sent you a smile.

“you can just leave them right there...” he drawled with a slight raise to his eyebrows, eyeing your respective movement to the corner of his desk. “that’s perfect. thank you, sweetheart.” it was quick, thrown out of his lips with a charming crease underneath his eyes.

you nodded, reminding him with a routine phrase to let you know if he needed anything else. you hoped he didn’t exactly catch the brief glance to his hands atop his desk, baby blue sleeves, of course, rolled to his elbows.

delivering papers to the head of the company, whom they were intended for in the first place, was not unusual, not difficult.

michael was definitely making it so.

no matter if he was bickering with someone on the other line, scoffing at a file and marking another, only meeting eyes with a narrowing of his own if his head was still angled to the work atop his desk, whenever you came in with a new number of papers in hand, he made sure to offer you a smile, fiddle with the folded edges of his shirt around his arms. if there wasn’t anyone in the room or another voice registering through the phone, he would ask how your day was going with a low cadence to his voice, nodding regardless of what you said.

the days were much the same. you handed him copies and files; he muttered ‘thanks, doll’ in a lower octave, a tilt of his head. his actions were becoming less a friendly demeanor and more of an ease into whatever made a heat crawl to the skin of your neck, the shells of your ears, your eyes to wander to the slope of his nose or the way he shifted to spread his legs at his desk chair.

kitty, to no one’s surprise, left early one shift, leaving you to do more work than you knew she even had that day. the office was quiet into the later hours, save for the one sitting in the room behind you muttering under his breath.

you ended the last few minutes in the copy room, already tracking the path to michael’s desk, the elevator, your apartment. the fluorescent lights were a sore that sunk into the blacks of your pupils, and you might as well have kept track of the number they subconsciously flitted to the open door of his office.

but, he wasn’t at his desk. you rifled through the pages to check that you copied the right ones and he stood in the doorway of the copy room after having been looking for you, and you hadn’t noticed him until you were nearly chest to chest.

your apologies blended into one another, his hand already reaching out in belief the papers were to slip out of yours.

before you could ask, the dusty blues of his eyes broke contact to glance at your hands.

“i got ‘em, you can head on home.” his speech was tired, slow, punctuated with a small breath and his hand brushing against your own, gesturing with a wink to the door.

perhaps it was the sleep that strung itself in your figure, or maybe it was a simple itch that needed to be scratched, but you placed a kiss to his cheek as a thank you, not glancing back as you made your way to grab your stuff.

“have a nice night, michael.”

he could call if he needed anything—the almost displeased rasp in the brief apology that met your ear through the phone a few hours later proved your point.

[pnutjlly]

in secret (tbc)

gob bluth x f!reader

summary: you're seated next to gob at the bluth company's fundraiser. after a long night of gob being hit on by women at the party, you get a little jealous. you get back at him through his brother michael. cw: slightly nsfw, teasing under the table, jealousy, fwb dynamic

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you’re about to see him again. this time, at his family's company’s fundraiser. you go to work everyday with his brother, but your boss is unaware of the unspoken relationship you have with his hot older brother.

your hair stands up noticing the few heads that turned the moment you step foot into the party. there was one particular face that quickened the pace of your heart beat.

your eyes lock with gob's. the first to look away would be considered the loser between the two of you, but you’d be lying if you said gob isn’t the first person you go to when you're on your break. you’re the loser, but you have never met a man as sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, and arrogant as gob bluth. still, you can't deny he's good in bed... and in the bathroom, and in the car, and in the yacht. he gives you a quick nod to say 'what's up?' and you return a smile like you don’t know this man. you both stand near the catering service. gob’s face is expressing… hesitance?

“something wrong?” you tilt your head slightly as you inquire.

“no… it’s just… you’re… you look… good. you look really good. god.”

he’s totally not used to giving compliments. he’d tell women they look good to get a quick fuck but your backless black dress that hugs your body looks like it had an impact on him.

“let's keep it professional tonight, gob. i don’t wanna lose my job.” you smile, ignoring his reaction to your dress. it feels as if you’re above him now. “yeah. well— you know what, i think i left something in the car. wanna help me go get it? it’s in the backseat, specifically.”

you’re not so sure now. but he would never hesitate to compliment for a quickie.

“no, we’re not doing that right now." “it'll only take five minutes." he begs, on the brink of saying 'please' three times.

you sneer. “three?” he squeaks.

"y/n, welcome to the party. how are you finding it so far?"

michael approaches you with two glasses of champagne in his hands.

"beautiful party, really. i'm glad to be a part of tonight. i think tonight might be the first time i meet all of your siblings as well." "happy to hear that. i mean, not about the last thing you said. i will have to wish you good luck for that.”

he offers you a glass and you take it almost immediately, even though champagne won't be strong enough to get you through the night you're about to have. michael is too nice, and you and gob both know what you're doing together is wrong. what makes it even worse is that michael has no idea. he takes a quick glance at gob, assuming he's hitting on you, which he is. you know michael feels sorry for you.

"especially for this one. y/n, let me know if you need anything. okay? seriously. we're on the same table anyway."

"of course. thank you for the drink, michael."

before michael completely leaves the conversation, he shortens the distance between you and him to leave a message.

"is he making you uncomfortable?"

you giggle. he wasn't trying to be funny, but if that's how michael saw your interaction with gob, you must not be the only person who thinks gob is that sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, arrogant character from the docks.

"i'm okay, really. i can take care of myself." you reassure michael.

gob scoffs as michael leaves to go out of sight and probably go broaden his network. when was a part of the conversation, you forgot gob had just implied he wanted a quickie in his car. but god, its hard to resist to his offer when he looks so good in that suit with his hair slicked back. you couldn't ever forget about that.

you two have never discussed what you both wanted out of the relationship, if you could even call it a relationship. with that in mind, something deep inside is telling you you don't want other women in this party to know gob exists.

"i’ll see you around, gob. i have an actual job and reputation to maintain. have fun.”

you pat him on the shoulder before turning your back. part of the reason why gob's so infatuated with you is because you treat him like he's just another guy. michael would always tell you about the disaster-relationships gob has had in the past, and the reason for disaster would always be gob himself. him and his fear of commitment and not being in-control.

the least you could do for your boss after secretly having sex multiple times with his older brother is strengthen the bluth company's relationship with its clients. while speaking to clients, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at. it takes a great amount of strength to resist looking around for gob, but it took only a second for you to turn your head to the woman who shouts gob's name as she laughed.

"you're hilarious, gob!"

'come on, he couldn't possibly be that funny for her to have to announce that to the whole party,' you thought.

it looked like she was having the time of her life, clinging onto gob's arm and playfully hitting him like that. that should've been you. your body starts to feel cold, but your face is heating up. a familiar feeling starts to disturb you. you know you'll start making bad choices as soon as you realize the emotion you're currently feeling.

jealousy. you want to get back at him. you'll let any man, even michael, to touch you for a quick second just for gob to realize what he's missing. you just have to time it right, then he'll see.

it's wrong. you know it's wrong, but it'll just take a second. michael's finally alone, and you know exactly where gob is. your feet starts to numb from all the standing and walking on your high heels, but it'll only take a second. you finally approach michael.

"hey you. look who's been working so hard." a smile grows on michael's face. he lifts his hand up, waiting for your high five. of course, you rush to high five him.

"thank you, thank you. i see you too, michael. you just don't stop working, do you?"

he chuckles and looks down. it's his way of agreeing with what you say.

"i get that a lot."

there it is again, that feeling. it's telling you someone's staring at you. your 'plan' is working.

"we don't talk a lot about our personal lives." "except when you talk to me about your… interesting siblings." "that, i'm still sorry about." michael assures. "no, don't be. they’re not your fault. i'd go crazy too."

if only michael knew you have already gone crazy because of his sibling. after all the feeling of guilt and jealousy from your first glass of champagne to the fifth, a conversation with michael served as the actual refresher— to the point where you don't realize 15 minutes has already passed.

"right, the program's about to start. we should take our seats. you coming with me or do you still want to break off your legs standing on those heels all night?" michael reaches a hand out to you, waiting for your response. he knows you've been working hard all night and you needed support, both physically and mentally. "definitely coming with you," you gently place your hand on his and gently pull up your long dress by your hip with the other hand. you couldn't take your eyes off the floor knowing you might trip on your own dress. maybe also the fact that you might lock eyes with gob again.

but you're already way over that. your eyes widen seeing gob's already sat at the table you were assigned to. he won't even look at you, he was too busy playing with the corner of his table napkin... even when you made sure to spray 2 more times than your usual amount of perfume so you could make a lasting impression. michael squeezes your hand as he helps you take the vacant seat next to gob, signaling he'll have to leave for a while to host. you nod and smile at him, mouthing 'good luck.'

"i know what you're doing." gob mutters.

if he's not turning to look at you, you wouldn't dare move a single inch for him.

"what are you talking about?" "michael? really?" "what about the guy i go to work with everyday?"

he sighs and crosses his arms in return like he's throwing tantrums because his crush won't give attention to him and only him. it's unfair. you don't even know where gob goes when you're not with him, and it's not like you're in a relationship with him. it's just casual, that's what you both non-verbally agreed on ever since you started working with michael.

the lights dim and the sounds of jazz weakens. it's dark and everyone's looking at the stage, you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity; you gently place a hand on gob's thigh while expecting for him to remove your hand and doing the same to you instead.

all he did was slightly change the way he sat instead, manspreading even more, 'submitting' his thigh to you. as the hosts on stage were introducing themselves, your hand slowly caresses his thigh, slowly traveling up to his inner thigh. you graze his clothed crotch for a second, making him take a sharp breath. if it weren't for the tablecloth you'd have been caught by now.

"you okay, gob?" you tease, moving your face closer to his to inquire. "i’m okay.” he purses his lips and hums in response, facing your way a little until his lips are only a few inches away from a kiss with you that you’ve both been craving ever since the two of you got here.

[ar4chn333]

“One More Night”

Michael Bluth x fem reader

Smut ahead!!

Fem reader, p in v, 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.

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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, and I had a ton of fun.” you chirp.

He pauses, mouth opening as if to form a sentence. He hesitates, 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 Maeby 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 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💕

[embodyingchaos]

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) michael cera masterlist

last updated: 29th september, 2023 newest: on-set, off-set (m. cera x actor!fem!reader!)

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

scott pilgrim(scott pilgrim vs. the world) - none yet. allan(barbie) - none yet. evan(superbad) - none yet. george michael bluth(arrested development) - none yet. michael cera(this is the end) - none yet. paulie bleeker(juno) - none yet. michael cera on-set, off-set genre: michael cera x actor!fem!reader, fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED synopsis: a small look at michael and y/n on working together for the barbie movie.

[michaelbluthsdeadwife]

Finally.

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Summary: Michael comes home from a business trip

Warnings: relatively short! Slight make-out sesh

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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2:46 AM.

You’re still awake. Why? Michael comes home tonight.

Michael has been on a business trip to meet with investors in New York, it’s only been two weeks but it’s felt like an eternity. He wanted you to come along but you didn’t feel comfortable leaving George Michael alone with the rest of the family… who knows what could’ve happened.

So, alas, you’re waiting for your knight and shining armor to sweep you away from your boring recent routine consisting of awkward conversations with Lucile and Gob constantly making passes at you. It was, however, nice to spend some one-on-one time with your son, but that was it. That was the one and only redeeming part of Michael’s departure.

As you lay in bed, trying your absolute hardest not to fall asleep, you hear footsteps up the stairs. Could it be? The door opens and suddenly all tiredness leaves your body as you quickly get up, almost jumping on him from the bed as you run. He stumbles back slightly, not expecting you to even be awake, let alone bursting with energy.

“Well, I take it you missed me?” He says, in his usual bordering-on-condescending tone. You roll your eyes playfully, smiling, before you kiss him. It’s rough, needy even. You couldn’t help it. He slowly moves towards the bed, placing you gently onto the mattress. “It’s nice to see you to.” He smirks at you as he moves a piece of hair from your face.

You smile up at him, in complete awe of the man who had you wrapped around his finger. “I’ve hated sleeping alone.” You say, subtly pouting.

“Me too, sweetheart.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before standing up straight. “Let’s hope these trips don’t become a frequent thing or we might have to just homeschool George Michael so you can both come with me.” His tone is drowning is sarcasm, as per usual.

You laugh at his remark as he walks away to change into his sleepwear. He does this quickly, eager to finally get a good nights rest. You’re already under the covers, slightly drifting off into your dreams when his weight fills the spot next to you.

Finally.

[teagballs]

teagballs masterlist!! | requests currently open

requests post

arrested development

gob bluth:

"desperate"

nsfw alphabet

"take control"

"hands!"

michael bluth:

"take it out on me"

"how can i make it up to you?"

"take them home"

it's always sunny in philadelphia

dennis reynolds:

"calmed"

"like no one else" ("calmed" pt 2)

"sick days"

nsfw alphabet

dee reynolds:

"the gang finds out dee likes girls"

charlie kelly:

"first time"

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless:

"love at first sight"

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[mentally-ill-simp]

You're an Idiot (Gob Bluth x Reader)

"I'm going to be here until 11 fucking pm" I whispered to myself looking at all of the work I had on my desk, the Bluth family was known for not working whatsoever and unfortunately I had to pay the consequences of it all without a single thank you, most days it felt like I was keeping this company afloat so that they could all go ahead and spend the money the company was making on their own useless things. Now that's not to say I didn't like the family, I had known the Bluth family for years and I enjoyed most of their company I just thought most if not all of them are rich idiots. It really didn't stop me from falling in love with the eldest son though, he was the stupidest of them all aside from their brother in law but he wasn't even a Bluth, I met the Gob Bluth when I was 14 and he was 15 we went to the same highschool together and only got closer from there and now years later I worked for him and his family who I had also gotten closer to over the years knowing at least two of them their whole lives. I was lost in thought when I should have been working but I was just so tired then I heard a knock on the door, I quickly went back to work just in case it was Michael coming in to give me shit about something I didn't finish so I got back to work "oh gross you're still working?" I heard the deep voice of someone who was clearly not Michael "Gob you scared the shit out of me I thought you were Michael coming in here to give me crap and yes I'm still working cause you don't work so now I'm doing your work too" I glared at him watching him roll his eyes slightly "Sounds boring. You should come hang out with me" he smiled like a child waiting for me to answer "Gob I'd love to but I really can't I have a lot of work to do tonight and I don't know when I'll be done" I tried to hide my smile from how cute he was being but failed "works not going anywhere, plus I have a surprise for you I think you'd like and whatever you don't finish we'll just get Michael to do anyway it's a win win" "Last time you said you had a surprise for me you think I'd like I came home to 5 dead mice in my living room and one dead dove in my freezer from a magic trick you tried to surprise me with" I laughed at the memory and Gob frowned remembering it as well "well that may have been a flop but this time I promise it won't be plus it's not even at your place this time, pleeeeease just come with me and trust me" he whined and I sighed already fed up with work anyway "ok fine I'll trust you just let me save everything up and close it then I'll be right with you" I gave him a tired but genuine smile and he gave me a wink before leaving the office and waiting in the hallway. I finished everything and walked out to see him holding a bouquet of roses "oh my god you scared me with that, where did you even get that" I laughed as he handed them to me "a magician never tells" he smiled handing them to me and I followed him "so where are you taking me" I asked breaking the silence "I told you it's a surprise" he said . After a short car ride we arrived at the destination, he parked and handed me a blindfold "put this on" "ew no I don't know where this has been" I sighed and put the blindfold on, he walked around the car and took my hand to lead me to wherever we were going to "I'm going to lift you for this part don't panic" he said and I felt him lifting me up and then I was thrown onto what felt like a mattress "you can take off the blindfold now" when I took it off I realized we were on his yacht I got up and walked over to him "sorry I just had to carry you all the way up that ladder I had to throw you somewhere" "okok catch your breath old man" he stood upright and waved me over to something. When I had walked over I saw a table with lit candles and food on it "uh Gob what is this?" I asked him "it's for you, I wanted to be romantic about it because I love you and want you to be my partner" he whispered that last part but i heard him well enough to pull him down by his tie and kiss him "You're an idiot Gob Bluth but I love you too"