#gob bluth x reader

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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"

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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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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

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No smut

Please leave the character name and scenario when requesting(might add prompts sometime in the future)

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Characters I will write for:

CM:

Aaron Hotchner

Elle Greenaway

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid 

Jennifer Jareau

Emily Prentis

IT:

Richie Tozier

Beverly Marsh

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrignton

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckly 

Nancy Wheeler

Breaking Bad:

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Arrested Development:

GOB Bluth

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar

Mazikeen

That 70s Show:

Eric Forman

Steven Hyde

Donna Pincoitti

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[pnutjlly]

in secret (part 1)

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.

[arrested-development-imagines]

“Come on [Y/N] where’s your holiday spirit? Don’t just sit at your desk all day and do nothing.”

“I’m pretty sure helping save your company from the brink of bankruptcy isn’t doing nothing.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. And we don’t have a tree. Don’t worry about the company. Us Bluth’s are like the Titanic. You know, big and um, built well. The company will be fine.” 

“Okay, but if Michael asks why I’m not at my desk I’m saying you kidnapped me.”

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[greenmanalishi]

John Wick but it’s just Gob Bluth saying “I’ve made a huge mistake”

[ar4chn333]

“I Just Got You Back”

Michael Bluth x fem reader

Summary:

You and Michael shared your chaotic childhoods as best friends until your father moves your family away, devastating both of you. Twelve years later, you reunite. Convincing Michael to take the day off work, you revisit old memories…and make some spicy new ones. (2,473 words)

Contents:

Pörn with plot, p in v, praise, f!ngering, kinda tooth-rotty ngl, friends to lovers, x fem reader

Waiting anxiously a few feet from the door, you quickly fix your hair, pushing it behind your ear. Your mother steps ahead of you, giving the door three knocks before stepping back by your side.

“Let’s hope Lucielle has wine,” she chirps.

“Please,” you chuckle softly, careful not to be heard through the door. “If there’s one thing I remember about Lucielle, it’s the attitude–and the alcohol.”

“Amen,” your mom smiles in your direction, raising her eyebrows in anticipation, clearly excited to see her friend of over 40 years. Truthfully, you didn’t care much for Lucille. She was quite harsh and you remember her outright insulting you as a child but you didn’t mind if it meant you got to see Michael. The two of you spent long, hot summers in the Bluth banana stand, teasing each other, commiserating, and of course, half-assedly selling frozen bananas. You jump a little when the door to the model home swings open and out pops Lucielle who promptly hugs your mother then does the same to you.

“Got rid of that deadbeat husband, I see Jennifer?” Lucielle blurts.

“You should have seen the divorce party,” your mom retorts, giggling.

Lucille motions you two inside, making a bee-line into the kitchen to pour another drink. “You’re old enough to drink now, right?” she asks you. “Oh, yes, though I’ll have some later, thank you,” you reply. Lucielle rolls her eyes playfully as she takes a sip and hands your mom a glass. The two start chatting away and you prepare for a long night of third-wheeling two drunk middle-aged women. However, you hear footsteps coming from upstairs and a man’s voice, seemingly trailing up and down the upper floor plan. You wonder if it’s George, though the voice is much smoother than his, and you can’t make out many of the words. You turn back to the women’s conversation, deciding the mysterious noise is none of your business.

A few moments later you hear footsteps descending the stairwell. Whipping your head around, you see a man in a light blue button-up shirt, khaki pants, and a maroon tie with a phone up to his ear, which he promptly shuts upon landing on the first floor. He looks up. It takes a moment for your brain to register who he is, but when it finally does, you dart out of your chair.

“Michael! Oh my god!”

“y/n!”

He wraps you in a bear hug, nearly lifting you off of the floor. Senses overwhelmed by the scent of cologne and the warmth of his body, you sink into him ever so slightly. After a couple seconds you briefly pull away, your arms still on his, to look at him. He’s gorgeous and has grown into his stunning blue eyes perfectly.

“How long has it been? Ten-ish years?” He says, beaming.

“More like twelve,” you retort, having actually counted beforehand during the car ride over.

“Gosh, you’re beautiful,” he says softly before chuckling nervously, as if the comment were a knee-jerk reaction. He smiles sheepishly, hand traveling to the back of his head. “Thank you,” you reply blushing and looking away briefly, stomach alight with butterflies.

Michael pulls out his phone, holding it up. “I really wish I could stay and chat but I have to head back to the office–Gob is causing trouble again.”

“Oh lord, what this time?”

“Can I tell you tonight? I’ll be back around 7.”

“I see you’re grown into your work ethic too huh? That’s not the Michael I remember at the banana stand,” you chuckle.

“No kidding, I can’t seem to catch a break.”

“Are you sure you can’t take today off? We could go to the banana stand and walk around!”

“I’m sorry y/n, Gob’s a handful and I’ve got to take care of this.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then,” you say fake-pouting. He awkwardly places his hand on your shoulder for a brief moment and begins to walk towards the door. “You’d think the place is imploding with the way he acts,” shouts Lucielle with every intention of Michael hearing it. He turns back around to glare at her before locking eyes with you. Perhaps childishly, you make a fake explosion sound with an accompanying dramatic gesture from your hands. He pauses for a moment, looking back at his phone, then once again at you.

“Screw it, let’s go.”

Smiling ear-to-ear, you hop into his car and head to the banana stand. Walking around, you exchange stories of your childhood together–the banana stand, the bike rides, and burns from attempting to operate the cornballer. Though you leave it unsaid, you once again feel the pain of being thirteen and leaving Michael behind when your Dad decided to set up his company headquarters far outside of California. The pit in your stomach begins to subside when you glance back at the banana stand as the two of you walk past. The night before you left, the two of you were stocking supplies when you began to cry about your life being uprooted and most of all, losing your best friend. He kissed you that night. Your first kiss ever–and his too. Leaving broke your heart.

The two of you grab dinner and you find him to be just as funny, charming, and awkward as you left him, only now, he was devastatingly handsome. You talk about your respective jobs, ambitions, and hopes over the food, collectively realizing how weird your childhoods were–but at least you had eachother for most of it.

The two of you pull into the driveway, and he opens the door for you as you exit the car with the sweetest smile on his face as he holds your hand to help you up. You see your mom’s car and figure she’s probably passed out along with Lucielle. “I think your ride is probably asleep,” says Michael. “You’re more than welcome to spend the night, we have a spare bedroom for you to use.”

“Thank you, I’m not drunk or anything, but it certainly wouldn’t be safe for me to drive, much less attempt to wake my mother,” you chirp.

He opens the door to the house slowly and lets you inside. The lights are off so you tip-toe around to the stairs. “Where’s the extra bedroom?” You ask.

“Up here and to the right–I’ll show you,” he replies.

“Oh, perfect,” you let out with a relieved sigh, flopping on the bed, certainly feeling the sedative effects of the alcohol. “Any chance I could get some clothes to sleep in?”

“Sure! I have a shirt you could wear.”

Michael walks out of the room–the light still off with you perched on the bed. You’d have to travel back to your place in the morning. Though it was only a couple of hours away, you felt like Michael was being taken away from you again and it hurt all the same. You wanted more of him–to be around him, to talk about nothing and everything…to touch him.

He walks back into the room with a baggy shirt in hand, backlit by the slight light of the hallway. Hopping up, you glide toward him, reaching your arms out. He hugs you deeply and you feel his heart through his chest and his breath on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine.

“I feel like I just got you back,” he says, still embracing you. Slowly, he pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you. And for a brief moment, you just look at eachother. As if in sync, your faces move towards each other, his soft lips making contact with yours. He starts slowly, savoring every moment he tastes you, the texture of his stubble on your face making you melt. Pulling you in closer he deepens the kiss, smiling when an ever-so-slight sound escapes your lips. Your hand slides up his back, to his neck, and finally to his hair which you run your fingers through, gripping it slightly as he presses against you. The feeling of your hand on him causes him to breathe deeply against you, hungry for your touch.

“You’re burning up,” he says. You look at him concerned, cheeks and chest flushed a bright red. Eventually you realize what he means.

“It just means I’m enjoying this,” you chuckle, going in for another kiss. His hands trail farther down to your lower back and eventually to your hips. You let out a slight gasp as he pulls them towards his body. Almost out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck and jump, your thighs resting on his hips and your legs wrapped around him. Forearms on your legs, his hands cup your ass, giving it a squeeze as he carries you towards the wall. Back on the wall, you let out a moan as he leans into you. His lips trail from your jaw to your neck, sucking lightly against the tender skin. You feel him getting hard from inside his pants as your nails drag along the shirt on his back.

“I want you, y/n. And not just tonight–I want you with me. I can’t lose you again,” he whispers.

“You won’t lose me–you’re stuck with me now,” you giggle, pausing to lock eyes with him. You lean closer once again, lips almost touching his “So fuck me, Michael.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Spinning you around to the bed, he lays you down gently, once again trailing kisses down your neck. When he gets to your collarbone, his hands begin to reach up your shirt, fingers tracing along your ribs and to your tits. He lifts your shirt off, sitting up for a second to admire you laid out for him, legs around his hips. You get a little shy, covering your breasts with your arms but he pulls them away continuing his trail of kisses from your collar bone to your sternum and finally to your nipple. Your back arches at the sensation of his mouth, tongue circling and lips sucking. Moaning softly, your hands tug on the back of his shirt, eager to feel the skin of his torso against yours. You reach down to unbutton his shirt before stripping off his undershirt.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he coos. You look down at him as his lips continue down your body, his mouth emitting the smallest sounds as he licks and sucks, driving you wild. Kissing just before the band of your underwear, you let out a moan, desperate for him. “Good girl,” he whispers. His words send shivers down your body, your underwear now drenched in anticipation. Slowly, he pulls off your pants, noticing your legs shaking for him already. He puts his hand over your most sensitive region, looking up at your expression–brows furrowed and mouth agape at his touch.

“Fuck, Michael, you feel so good,” you whine.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he whispers deviantly.

His fingers trace along your pantyline, pulling them down at a painfully slow pace, causing you to squirm underneath him. Running a finger through your folds, you whimper at the pleasure.

“Please, Michael.”

At the sound of your words, his middle and index fingers begin to circle your clit. Your hand reaches to clench the bedsheets while the other occupies itself with his soft brown hair. Your back arches suddenly and you buck your hips against him. Your moans become louder but are soon muffled by his mouth against yours. “That’s my good girl, so sensitive.” No sooner than he finishes his sentence, he slips his fingers inside of you, thumb now circling your clit. Curling them, he hits your g spot as you claw at his back, body pulsating with pleasure. “You’re doing so well, baby. It feels like you’re ready for me,” he coos.

“Please, Michael, I want your cock inside me,” you moan, locking eyes with him. His pupils widen as you palm him through his pants, biting your lip. He lets out a groan, sounding almost like the growl of an animal as he grows painfully hard. Sitting up, he undoes his belt in front of you as your hands trace the inside of your thighs, ready for him. Slipping off his pants, he raises one of your legs over his shoulder. Locking eyes with you, his hand runs the tip of his cock along your folds as your head tilts back in pleasure. Lining up with your entrance, he presses slightly into you, gasping at the feeling of your pussy. His hips slowly descend towards yours, cock pressing further and further into you. You let out a small whimper at his size, but quickly adjust to take him in.

“Oh Michael,” you let out, along with a stream of unintelligible whimpers.

He begins to slide his cock in and out of you, slowly, as not to hurt you. The delicious sounds that escape his mouth ring distinctly in your ears, causing you to clench around his member. You look down to see his hips colliding into yours, your legs shaking around him, buzzing with warmth and electricity at the feeling of him inside of you. He moves faster, pushing into you with increasing force and eliciting yelps upon contact.

“Shh baby, we don’t want to wake them up,” he says while continuing to pound you. Clearly unable to hold in your sounds, he slips two fingers into your mouth and your lips close obediently around them. You taste yourself on his fingers, moans escaping in the form of high-pitched hums in rhythm with his strokes.

A knot begins to form in your stomach as he fucks you, winding tighter every time he slides his cock into you. His thrusts grow more erratic, his mouth agape, on the verge of unwinding. He then takes your other leg, placing it over his shoulder, causing his cock to hit the perfect spot inside of you as you squirm and buck beneath him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he coos, pulling his fingers out of your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Michael!” you yelp.

Warmth runs over your body and the string comprising the knot in your stomach is pulled on like a ripcord, unraveling furiously. Your body shakes and your whimpers break in time with his movement while an electrical current overtakes your body with pleasure. Michael follows soon behind, cumming as his moans echo in the room and his thrusts dissipate.

He rolls over beside you as your arms cling to him, your head resting on his shoulder. “I missed you so much–I missed my best friend,” you whisper.

“I missed you too, y/n,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Come biking along the beach with me tomorrow.”

“I would love that,” you whisper, smiling ear to ear.

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[asphaltsugar]

michael bluth x reader

⤿ REQUESTED! “Could I request one where reader is staying over at the Bluth family house or something and gets to see Michael in the morning all domestic and cute?”

extras: no use of y/n

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from the late night into the early morning, the bluth family home was somehow empty. whether michael had made calls to ensure no one was home, or they had miraculously all left on their own, was not something really dwelled on when the sun stretched across the bedsheets, accommodating for its folds and dips. he muttered a low ‘good morning’ at your side, kissed you with sleep still teasing at his features, his voice.

he stole kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder and your cheek, mumbling something almost indiscernible about just staying in bed for a little longer while he handed you your clothing and allowed you to dress. you rolled your eyes at his touch, reminding him you had to be home, but a minute or two wouldn’t hurt, you agreed.

leading you down the stairs, you could tell from his raised brows and the satisfied smile that came upon his lips that he was undoubtedly relieved (though he did call his mother to make sure everyone was alright, and was met with gob’s voice—he was just glad he wasn’t across the grid for some sort of prolonged trick). his relief was short-lived, however, at his brother’s plead he come over, and though michael was anything but surprised, he told him to give him a second.

perhaps he slept off his usual sharp, calm composure, had it bleed into the sheets and the tips of his fingers as they dragged along your skin in delicate lines as it grew later into the night in the hours prior, and instead ease into something that bordered on timid. he nearly tripped on his feet as he sat you down at the counter for a cup of coffee, then leaning over the granite across from you with one hand at his jaw as the machine hummed, asked you with faux forget about the day ahead. he knew, you had told him yesterday; he just wanted to hear you talk, and you fed into his bit.

he nodded along to your list of to-dos, muttering ‘interesting’s after some and absent hums after others. he walked backwards to pour you a cup when you gestured toward the pot with a smile tugging at your lips, an attempt to mirror the neutral expression of his own.

at the door, you pretended to wipe dust off the front of his white t-shirt, put a finger through his belt loop while you spoke of talking to him later. he leaned toward you with a manner of second nature at your pull. he pressed kisses with ‘bye’s in between as you slowly stepped out the door, laughing lightly as you did so.

[ro-writesstuff]

Dating George Micheal includes…

an: I’ve been on a Micheal Cera binge… here we are

summary: George Micheal headcanons

pairing: George Micheal x female reader

warnings: none I don’t think?

word count: 131

not my gif!

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he always makes sure you’re comfortable with everything he does to you (i.e hand holding, arms around your waist, etc.)

“are you okay?”

“yep”

“okay.”

not even a minute later

“are you sure? I can get a blanket so you’re not-”

“I’m fine, darling.”

comfortable silences/ random thoughts

“hey, babe?”

“yes?”

“do you think they say people have ‘a good set of pipes’ because pipes carry sound?”

“probably.”

when he mumbles you can still understand him and he’s always amazed

“do you want to watch a movie?”

“yeah, sure. which one?”

“we can watch a horror movie… so you can get scared and I can comfort you.”

“okay. let’s do that.”

“wait, what?”

if you fall asleep on top of him, he will do ANYTHING to keep you asleep

he’ll play with your hair

when you wake up, he’s just talking to you/ whispering sweet nothings to you

“you’re always pay attention to me, so thank you. thanks for putting up with my family, too. I know they’re crazy, but I want you to be a part of them.”

Micheal loves you bc you help out at the banana stand

“What’re you guys doing today?”

“We were thinking of working at the banana stand.”

“Voluntarily?”

“Sorta. We’re getting paid, right?”

forehead. kisses.

~slight nsfw~

At first, he’s really timid about ~sexy things~ but once he knows what you’re comfortable with, he’ll ease up a little

“Does this feel okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, but if it doesn’t, promise you’ll tell me baby?”

“I will.”

He’s really caring and is a BIG fan of after care

He will do anything for you

“are you sure you’re okay? I can get water for you if you want, or you can take a shower, I’m not saying you smell bad or anything, but-”

“you’re really cute baby.”

“t-thanks.”

he’s in love with your hands

He’ll play with them all. the. time.

He’s just really sweet and comforting 24/7

[mentally-ill-simp]

I just would like everyone to know that I am still writing and i still am working on those requests I've been sent and will accept more but my laptop broke recently(it's been a few months but i say recently) and it's a pain to write at work so I'm gonna work hard to get my laptop fixed so I can finish everything up and make everyone happy again. Thank you to everyone for being patient and I am sorry for procrastinating <3

[teagballs]

desperate | gob bluth x reader

im down so bad for this man... LMAO

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

nsfw below the cut!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"please." you softly begged.

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

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

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

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

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

[writingbyshiloh]

Dating Micheal Bluth Headcanons

Micheal Bluth x Reader

Word count: 847

AN: MAN I love Michael, I had so much fun writing this. I LOVE the idea of the reader being Gob's magic assistant so I went with that for the start

I LOVE the idea of being Gob's magic assistant and dating Michael!!!! 

You saw an ad for being a magicians assistant and applied to it because of a dare

To your surprise, you got the job! It may have had something to do with Gob saying your good looks would be a distraction 

Gob ended up being a great teacher and helping you understand each trick, actually listening to your input and getting you certified with the magic alliance. Most important he was minimally creepy

You knew about his family from the rants he would go on but you haven't met them

Lucille “hired” (told Michael to hire) Gob and you for a company party

Immeadily you notice the attractive but displeased man in the front

You try to bring him on stage for a trick, which Gob shoots down immediately. After pressing him for the information you learn that the man is indeed Michael. 

Suddenly everything makes a lot more sense

After the show, Michael comes over to tell you what a great performance you did 

You were thirsty after cheering and performing for the hour, which lead to you standing at the bar, trying to flag the bartender for a drink. 

While waiting the man - Michael - leaned against the bar next to you. 

“Hey. I wanted to tell you that you were amazing” he said, turning to face you, and extending a hand. “I’m Michael, Gobs brother” 

You took his hand and introduced yourself.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Gob. He never told me how good-looking you are” It must have been the excitement from performing, you typically were that bold. You could see a blush creeping up his face. 

After buying you a drink (and you pointing out that it is a company party, he is technically buying all the drinks) you exchange numbers 

Michael is hesitant to get involved because he remembers the last time he got involved with Gob's girlfriend. Gob tells him that you shot Gob down every time he asked you out.

I can't stop thinking about what a romantic Michael is in early season one. Once he gets your number he is brainstorming first date ideas to make it perfect

Obviously with his family and their problems he has trouble coming up with an idea. You suggest that he comes over to your house for dinner and to get away from his family for it bit. 

You open the door, excitement and nerves churning in your stomach. On the other side is Michael, holding a dozen roses in one hand and a nice bottle of wine in the other. You feel your face break into a grin and dramatically sweep your arm to welcome him inside. 

Honestly, I think he wouldn't spend the night the first time. The dinner was great, and you definitely enjoyed the wine and the conversation. There would definitely be some kissing but he would leave before anything serious happened

From then on, he tried to spend any free time with you, which is not a lot. You would bring him lunch when he was too busy to leave the office and sit and chat with him. Definitely would have a sneaky makeout session in his office

I can't stop thinking about how you would end up spending the night with him at the model home and scaring Gob the next day by quietly sneaking down and throwing flash paper before appearing. Gob screams while Michael rolls his eyes affectionately

The thing Michael does where he kisses someone and holds their face with both hands 

Michael with the sleeves rolled up (not a hc but I felt it should be included)

He tries to keep you away from the rest of his family at first, but you remind him that you work with/for Gob

Lisney loves you, I feel like she always wanted a sister. The first time Michael brings you to a gathering Lidnesy pulls you aside and talks to you the whole evening - about everything. She's Michaels's twin so she knows how happy you make him, but she also knows every embarrassing thing he has ever done. She also loves having someone for "girl talk" about her attempt at an open relationship 

You've met Lucille from being Gob's magic assistant but she seems pleased that you are dating Michael. She tells you that it's been too long and it's good that he got himself out there. 

The last member of the family is George Michael. Michael cares deeply for his son and wants to be sure that you will be in his life for a while before you two meet. 

Overall Michael is a caring and supportive partner who cares for you 

Especially once he considers you family. From then on, he will do ANYTHING you need. You are both lying down in bed but do you want a glass of water? He is already running the tap. Do you want to go to a restaurant? He already has the restorations made. 

[storiessandstudiess]

Love, actually.

PART ONE OF ???

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

Pairing: Michael Bluth x reader

Bold sentences: narrator

Warnings: comedy,angst and fluff, but mostly comedy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he did hang up on her.

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

"Oh hey.".

She was even more prettier up close.

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

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

"My name is Michael by the way.".

"I'm Y/N.".

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

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

This didn't sound weird at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?".

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

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

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

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

"See, it's no magic-".

"Did someone say magic?".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next time on ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT

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

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

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

[pnutjlly]

do people still watch arrested development?? i wanna make gob bluth smuts but i don't think there are much readers LOLOL