You turned and saw Castiel standing in your doorway. It had taken you a few months to get used to the angel popping in unexpectedly. But you now knew that Cas was always watching over you, his presence was always around.
“I’m fine, Cas.”
“No, you’re not.”
You sighed. It was very hard to hide anything from an angel. “Cas, it’s nothing. Please.”
Cas stepped forward, studying you. He gently laid a hand on your forehead. “Are you ill?”
The angel continued to stare at you. “Would you tell me what’s wrong?”
You pulled your knees up to your chest. “I just… I’m feeling very small. Insignificant.”
Cas’ brow creased. “Y/N, you are small. All humans are. But you are not insignificant.” Cas sat next to you. “Humans… are very strong. You face so much pain and suffering but you continue to thrive.” Cas paused for a moment. “You have no idea how much the world has changed over the years. It has changed because of humans. You cannot see the change you are inflicting because it cannot be seen yet. But I promise you, you are important. And…”
You turned to Cas, wondering where he was going with this.
Cas sighed. “You are important, Y/N. You are important to the world and… to me.”
“Hey, sweet stuff!” Gabriel said, popping into your room.
You wrapped your blanket tighter around you, watching him. “What are you doing, Gabriel?”
“I was in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by that delicious donut shop. And I thought to myself ‘you know who loves donuts almost as much as me? Y/N!’. So I bought a baker’s dozen and popped on over to share this delicious snack with you.”
You stared at the large pink box in Gabriel’s hand. You could smell the sugary sweetness of the donuts and hated your stomach for growling. “No, thanks.”
Gabriel cocked his head to the side. “Why not? You’re always down for snack time with me.”
“That’s the problem,” you mumbled.
Gabriel came over and sat down on the bed next to you. “What’s wrong, sugar pie?”
You shook your head.
“Come on, sweetheart. Tell Gabe what’s wrong.”
“I’m… I’ve put on a lot of weight recently and I just… I’m not….”
Gabriel said nothing, simply stared at you. “Y/N, do you find yourself unattractive?”
You nodded. How could you be attractive with the muffin top you’d recently gained?
“Hey.” Gabriel popped himself under the covers, snuggling next to you. “You are beautiful, okay? Always. And a pretty girl like you deserves a donut.”
You watched as Gabriel opened the box. All the donuts inside looked delicious.
Gabriel reached inside and picked up a donut covered with sprinkles, your favorite. He held it in front of your face. “Here comes the choo-choo.”
“Gabriel, I’m not a little kid.”
“Would you rather have an airplane?”
You glared at the angel.
“Come on, Y/N. Please? One bite? For me?”
How could you deny those golden eyes? Slowly, you opened your mouth and took a nibble from the pastry. It practically melted on your tongue.
“There she is,” Gabriel said with a smile. “It’s good, isn’t it?”
Balthazar watched as you slammed the door behind you, stomping your way into the kitchen. He silently followed after you and watched as you slammed the cabinets, searching for any and all snack foods.
“Rough day, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” you said, ripping open a package of cookies. “I work for a bunch of assholes and when I try to point out their mistakes, to you know, save us some time and make sure things get done correctly, I’m the asshole. And then when things do go wrong, I get blamed.”
“I’ve told you numerous times you should quit, darling. You’re unhappy there.”
“I know, but I can’t just quit. Then what would I do?”
“You could let me take care of you.” Balthazar took a step over to you. “You know I can do it.”
“I know. I just… don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“You’re not, darling. This is what I want.”
You nodded. “I know. I know. You keep telling me.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Balthazar smiled at you, stepping forward. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “That’s all I ask.”
You’d been spending a lot of time in bed recently. You just… couldn’t find it in you to give any effort to anything.
Lucifer noticed. He tried his best to get you up and out. You would go with him but the spark was out of your eyes, the light was out of your smile.
And so Lucifer decided to switch tactics. He curled up around you, his figure wrapped around you.
“Lucifer, what are you doing?”
You rolled over, your eyes meeting Lucifer’s. “No, really, what are you doing?”
“Look, Y/N. I don’t know what’s going on with you and… I’m not sure you do, either. But that’s okay. I’m here for you and I will be here for as long as you need. We’ll get through this together, okay?”
You didn’t know what to do. You were so thankful for Lucifer. You snuggled closer to him, your head resting on his chest. Lucifer wrapped his arms tighter around you and pressed a kiss to your head.
anonymous requested: “ Can you do a Calum imagine where you wear his shirt to bed and he gets extremely horny so he has to drop your kid off at grandmas and well you know what happens next. ;D”
OH MY GOD YES I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I CAN TOTALLY SEE CALUM DOING THIS ON A REGULAR BASIS But I honestly have no idea how to write smut so yeah…
“Babe, you have got to stop doing that,” Calum groaned while shoving the nearest pillow into his face.
“What the hell are you talking about. I’m literally doing nothing,” you questioned while bending over to pick up Calum’s pants that he carelessly threw on the ground moments before getting into the California King sized bed.
“That! That right there! Stop it! You know what happened last time,” he rambled while aimlessly waving his hands at your body. You looked down at your attire and smirked, knowing exactly what he was getting at; his grey State Champs t-shirt you were wearing to sleep in.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” you smirked while purposely reaching down again, making sure Calum could see that you weren’t wearing anything underneath the rather large shirt. He groaned again, throwing the pillow at you, clearly not appreciating your actions. You giggled as you noticed the growing bulge in your husband’s briefs.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he groaned again.
“I still to this day don’t understand why me wearing your clothes turns you on so much,” you teased while climbing on top of him and straddling his lap. “We’ve been together eight years and a piece of fabric on me that you usually wear on stage is what gets you horny,” you laughed as you trailed your fingers over his chest along the fresh tattoo of three lions on left peck. You were shocked when he came home with it after what you thought was a day at the studio. You vividly remember the smile on his face as he told you that the three lions represented his pride; his family; you and Alani. He distracted you from your thoughts as he pulled you down to connect your lips.
“Well one, we haven’t had sex in over three days, that’s a new record for us. And two, It’s not my fault my shirt only covers half of your ass. You look like a damn goddess every time you wear my clothes,” he grinned causing you to laugh and lightly smack his arm.
“Whatever you say, Hood.”
“You know I’m right, Also Hood.”
You leaned back down to kiss him once more but one simple peck led to a fully heated make-out as Calum began to run his hands all over your body. “Cal, Alani is here.”
“She can walk in here at any moment because of a nightmare and she’s already been emotionally scarred enough by the stupid shit Michael and Luke do, I don’t think she needs to add seeing her parents have sex to the list.”
“Fair enough, I’ll just drop her off at my sisters,” he suggested.
“She’s in London,” you sighed.
Calum immediately got out of bed and began dialing a number. “Babe, who are you calling at eleven at night?” He ignored you before walking out the bedroom door and down the hall towards your three year old daughter’s room while mumbling quietly on the phone. Moments later you child ran past your room and downstairs. Calum peeked his head back into the room before smirking, “I’m dropping her off at my mom’s. You better be naked and on your knees by the time I get back, you’re in for a long weekend.”
“Weekend?” I questioned while raising an eyebrow.
“Yes. Weekend. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
You laughed at how desperate your husband was to get you alone, something that occurred often after the two of you decided to have Alani.
The sound of the front door opening and shutting only made you more anxious for your husband. You quickly discarded the shirt and sat on your knees waiting for him to walk through the doors.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered more to himself as he stood frozen in the doorframe.
“Cal, are you gonna do anything or should I put your shirt back on and go to sleep,” you teased.
Without a hesitation he ran towards the bed and pushed you back while climbing on top of you. “God I missed this,” he moaned out in between kisses, “I can’t wait to do this all weekend long.”
His hands were all over your body, trying to feel every inch of you. No matter how long you had been together, every time he touched you felt like the first time back in high school.
He quickly stripped of his clothing and you pushed him back lowering your mouth to his now fully erect member. “Babe, no. As much as I love it when you do, I’m not gonna last. I need to be in you now,” he breathed out before flipping the two of you over.
“Cal, condom,” you gasped out in between your own moans as he began to align himself with your entrance.
“I could put one on, but I think Alani needs a little sibling,” he grinned.
“You really want another kid?” your heart skipping a beat. It had been something you’d wanted to bring up to him but were too scared of what his answer would be.
He nodded, “there’s a reason I left more space on my peck,” he smiled referring to the three lions on his chest, “hopefully it’s a boy this time.”
Request: Hello! If you’re still taking requests, could you do a one-shot where the reader is sick but Sam, Dean, and Cas have to go on a really important hunt, so they have Michael watch over the reader. However, the reader is really stubborn and doesn’t like people fussing over her. The rest is up to you.
Word Count: 901
I hope you like it! Thank you, have an awesome day!<3:)
You wake up, feeling like the living dead – and you’d know a lot about that. Eyes half closed, you roll over, only just catching yourself from falling straight out of bed. You try to straighten up, finding yourself dizzier than ever. The world spins before you, and with a sudden nausea rising in your throat, you stagger in the general direction of the bathroom.
You empty last night’s dinner into the toilet and groan, lying your head against the sink. You let the cold of the porcelain seep into your feverish cheeks. You close your eyes, feeling cold and hot and shaky and miserable. You felt like this last night, but… it wasn’t this bad.
You don’t do sick. It’s not on your itinerary… ever. And the fact that you are, and you’re left feeling useless while your friends have deserted you to go on this hunt, which, to put into perspective, you were kind of looking forward to. Like, you put just as much work in as everyone else but as the female and therefore naturally nurturing member of the group, (AKA Dean wanted to talk to the hot mom) you ended up talking to the victim’s nephew who just so happened to be recovering from a ‘tummy bug’ as he so innocently put it.
You are so gonna pass this onto Sam and Dean when you get the chance.
You’re pondering whether or not you could infect an angel when you – speak of the devil, no pun intended – hear a flap of wings outside the bathroom door. You kicked it halfway closed, but anyone can still see you sat on the floor in shorts and a giant-ass T-shirt that was probably Sam’s at one point, leaning on the sink.
“Cas?” You call weakly, wondering if he’s come to check on you or bring news or something.
“Incorrect.” The door opens further, revealing a different but familiar figure.
“Uh…?” You try to place the person in front of you – but the thing is, you meet a lot of people in a lot of places. Plus your brain is fuzzy as hell.
The man regards you with a kind of amusement, waiting for you to remember him.
Okay, Y/N. Think.
He’s definitely an angel.
Not him. Or her. No.
Where did they say they were going? Who were they meeting up with?
Right, that demon overlord guy.
This guy probably got sent by them.
He smiles amiably, nodding, “Y/N. Good to see you again.” He moves down to your level, regarding you critically, “You look like death.”
“I feel it.”
“Do you need help standing up?”
Just the thought of moving sends a wave of nausea through you but nonetheless, you refuse. You don’t need his help.
“I’m good.” You say, shaking your head. Clinging to the sink, you bring yourself to your feet. Your knees wobble and your legs shake and your head spins, but you’re determined not to need help.
You make it two steps, and your legs give out.
Michael catches you easily, one arm around your waist and the other out in front, poised to stop you going forward. You groan, leaning into him as he slips an arm beneath your knees and picks you up, carrying you effortlessly back to bed.
“Thanks.” You mumble, burying yourself in the covers. Michael smiles amusedly.
“They said you’d be stubborn.”
“Your friends. And the angel.”
“The angel is my friend, too.” You say weakly, pulling the blanket up to your neck. The archangel sits down on the bed beside you, regarding you with a certain warmth.
“There it is,” He says quietly, “What sets you apart from the others.”
“You’re so… amiable. With everyone. Myself included – the Winchesters’ initial reaction was hostility; to try to hurt me. I’ll never forget you stood by that wall, just watching. Measuring out the situation.” He explains, “And you were polite – much more desirable than they were.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Maybe. In a strange way. Whether it is a compliment or not, it’s what keeps you alive in a world like yours.” He comments, watching as your eyelids droop. Struggling to stay awake, you frown at him.
“It was created for you.”
“Nonetheless, you’re down here.” You remind him, to which he chuckles.
“I suppose I am.” Michael agrees, “Get some sleep, Y/N. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”
You nod, before reaching out and grabbing his arm, “Will you… will you stay?” He narrows his eyes at you for a moment, before nodding. Unlike you expected, he climbs in beside you and lets you lay your head on his chest, an arm draped around your shoulders. It’s surprisingly comfortable, and you melt into it.
“Sleep, Y/N.” He whispers, pressing a hand to your head. *** It’s another three hours before the guys get back to the motel, confused as to why the archangel hadn’t reappeared. However, when they walk in, they find you fast asleep, still snuggled innocently into Michael while he reads something he’d picked up.
“Your friend is…”
“Clingy when she’s sick?” Dean suggests.
“You should see her drunk.” Sam adds.
“She’s worse when she’s sad.” Cas finishes, prompting a laugh from the archangel.
“Well, I was going to say cute. Whatever you’re going for.”
Pairing: Michael x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1254 Request: “Could I request a fluffy Michael x Reader where they like each other but won’t admit it so Sam, Dean, Cas and Gabriel keep flirting with her to make Michael jealous so he’ll finally admit his feelings?” by anonymous.
If there was one thing you hated, it was sudden silence whenever you walked in a room - especially when the people that went silent were close friends. It left a heavy feeling in your gut, as if something was off. As if, perhaps, there might’ve been something you weren’t supposed to overhear. Which is exactly the feeling you got when you walked in on a rather peculiar scene: two hunters and three angels, all grouped together in conversation. To anyone else, it might’ve seemed like they were scheming about something. To you, it seemed like a good reason to get the hell out of dodge.
As soon as you walked into the Bunker’s common room, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel, and Michael all halted whatever hushed conversation they were in the middle of and turned to stare at you. Sam and Dean glanced at each other, both looking rather smug. Castiel was obviously nervous while Gabriel looked just as smug as Sam and Dean. Michael, on the other hand…well, Michael just looked frustrated - which automatically prompted your suspicion.
“Uh…hey, guys,” you spoke, your tone dripping with your obvious discomfort at having all eyes on you. None of them seemed willing to talk, but you couldn’t tell if it was serious. Before you walked in, they only sounded frustrated - and maybe amused? “What’s going on?”
Gabriel glanced at the boys before making his way over to you. Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards the group, he spoke all too cheerily. “Nothin’, sweetheart. Has anyone told you how amazing you look today?”
You glanced at your outfit: jeans and a blue plaid shirt over an old shirt - your usual outfit and certainly nothing special. Gabriel’s sudden compliment left you confused given he was never one to be so blunt. “Thanks? You sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Never better,” he grinned. “In fact, I’m feeling peachy. Hey, Cassie - whaddya think? Y/N here lookin’ good?”
“She looks…beautiful,” Cas replied, a slight tinge of red coloring his cheeks. Although he sounded sincere, you couldn’t help but feel the compliment was forced.
Dean pulled you away from Gabriel’s embrace and between him and Sam. You glanced between the two of them, unsure of what exactly they were playing at. “I’ve never seen a more gorgeous person,” Dean smirked. “Y/N, we really oughta go out some time.”
Before you could reply, Sam had cut in. “You know Dean, I really think Y/N would prefer me - I mean, I’d take ‘em out on an actual date. Y’know, to a real restaurant and everything, not some local burger-and-fries diner.”
“Thanks, guys, but really -”
“Oh, no,” Dean chuckled. “You are totally not their type - isn’t he, Y/N? You’d go for the brave, leader type - and Sam’s definitely not that.”
Sam rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms arrogantly across his chest. “Say what you want but they’d want someone who can sweep them off their feet and still give them a challenge. You’re too predictable, Dean.”
Gabriel pushed Sam and Dean out of the way and wrapped his arms around you once more. “You guys are idiots - none of you know how to have any real fun. Y/N would want someone with a flair for adventure.”
“Really, guys, thanks, but I still don’t get what’s going on,” you interrupted hastily, before anyone could talk over you again.
“We’re just pining for your attention,” Gabriel smirked. “After all, not all of us are brave enough to -”
There was a loud slam that caused all five of you to jump when you noticed Michael had gone missing from the room. You pondered the fact that he could’ve been the one to storm out, but you didn’t understand why - not that you were understanding anything that was going on.
“That’s your cue,” Dean nudged you. “Go after him, kiddo.”
“Wait, what?” You sputtered, looking between the four of them. “What the hell is going on?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You’d find out if you went after him. Hurry, before he poofs outta here.”
You glared at him, but nonetheless quickly jogged out of the room and into one of the Bunker’s many hallways. Michael was only a short length down the hall and it didn’t take you very long to reach him. He was visibly fuming and more angry than you had seen him in a while. His brilliant green eyes avoided yours as you stood in front of him.
“Hey, you okay?”
“They are all very childish,” he replied curtly. “I am sorry you had to see me storm out as I did; that was rude of me.”
“It’s fine,” you consoled. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“I’m truly fine, Y/N. Thank you for being concerned,” Michael smiled lightly.
“Right…” you replied. “You wouldn’t happen to know what they were doing back there, would you? I mean, that was pretty unusual.”
“They were trying to make me jealous,” he replied bluntly, if not somewhat detached. “It worked.”
You gaped at him, convinced that you must’ve misheard. “Wait…that was all an attempt to make you jealous?”
“Yes, it seems that way,” he sighed. “I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable -”
“No, Michael, this is great news!” You exclaimed happily, unable to contain your smile.
“It is?” He glanced at you in confusion.
“C’mon, you’re an archangel - you should be able to tell,” you teased him. When he didn’t reply, you sighed. “It’s a good thing that you got jealous. Well, maybe not good, but otherwise I would’ve never found out…anyway, the point is, I like you. A lot.”
“I wasn’t aware,” Michael smiled. “Well, actually, I refused to believe it no matter how much Sam and Dean and my brothers tried to convince me. I refused to believe that someone as perfect and incredible as you would take interest in an angel.”
“See, that’s our problem,” you quipped. “Both of us never thought the other would fall. I never thought an angel - an archangel, at that - would like a measly human like me.”
“You are not just a ‘measly human’ to me, Y/N,” Michael replied, suddenly serious. “You are perfect. Brave, kind, funny, selfless - there are so many positive things I could carry on about but in the end it all amounts to who you are. There is nobody but you that I would ever want. I am sorry I waited so long to say something.”
“That was sweet, Michael,” you replied as you stepped closer to the eldest archangel. “And you are the only one I could ever want.”
Closing the distance between the two of you, you gently pressed your lips to his. Michael relaxed against you as he deepened the kiss, cupping the back of your head in one hand and keeping his hand other on your waist. You locked your hands together behind his neck, trying not to smile at the feeling of his soft lips against yours. It was a moment you had been hoping for but never brave enough to try. What seemed like minutes later but was actually only seconds, you pulled away, keeping your gaze on his. “That was….”
“Extraordinary,” Michael completed. “Does this mean we are a couple?”
“Would you like us to be?”
“Of course,” he replied confidently. “As long as you do.”
Description: Y/N accidently grabs Michael’s penis in an empty movie theatre.
“Popcorn or chips?” Michael asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Popcorn. Always.” You chuckled as Michael had already paid for the large popcorn and the cokes. You grabbed the plastic cup and headed towards the door to the movies. There wasn’t a living person in the movie theatre as you slowly walked up to the best seats in the room. Michael followed you and you both sat down with a happy sigh.
As the openings began, you had already eaten most of the popcorn and your coke was half-empty. Michael sighed as soon as he had finished his. You chuckled and let him have a little sip of yours, even though he didn’t listen and drank most of it. You scolded him with a smile and then actually got back to the movie, which you didn’t really understand. Mainly because it was part of a movie series and you had missed the first couple of minutes of this movie. You were intensely trying to make Michael stop eating all the popcorn and take a break from them, but again, your cute boyfriend didn’t listen. So you saw no other choice than to eat faster than Michael.
You slipped your hand in the basket but were met by an empty bottom and the feeling of Michael’s cock. You dropped your mouth as soon as Michael reacted with wide surprise.
“YOU ATE THEM ALL!” You yelled and pointed. Your voice echoed through the empty theatre, making Michael scream louder.
“YOU GRABBED MY PENIS!” He accused, making you snort. Michael was trying to hold back his laughter, as you threw your head back in amusement.
“BY ACCIDENT!” You shouted in between the grins. Michael shook his head and leant back in his seat. You took a sip of your coke, playing with the straw.
“Oh, sure.” He said and focused on the screen with a grin, knowing how much that would annoy you.
“IT WAS!” You said. Michael licked his bottom lip and leant towards you. His popcorn-breath hit your lips, as his grey eyes drilled into yours with lust. Jesus, all you did was touch him.
“You know, there’s no shame in wanting me,” he smirked as refused to smile. He attached his red lips to yours, the kiss getting more aggressive for every passing second.
The empty popcorn box fell to the ground as somehow you moved to Michael’s lap, slowly grinding against him. He moaned into the kiss as his hands moved to your ass, his length pressing hard against you. His hand moved under your shirt, giving you chills as a quiet moan escaped your mouth.
And let’s just say neither of you could recall the plot of the movie…
A/N: Short, little one for you. I really like this ;))
Pairing: Michael and reader
Request: “Okay, could you do Michael smut where he finds out you have a praise kink and uses it on you? Also could you do some thigh riding, too? (:”
A/N: this was really fun to write and I hope you all like it, especially the one who requested it!!! Enjoy xx
“Miiichaaeeellll” I called out as I walked over to the couch. “Yeah, babe?” He piped up, eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him, not looking up as I sat on his lap.
“Mikey, I miss you, babe”, I said, hoping he’d catch on. “Mm, babe I missed you, too!” He chirped, quickly kissing my cheek and reverting his attention back away from me. I huffed a bit and squirmed around on top of him, trying to cause enough movement to grab his attention. “Babe, stop, I can’t see”, he whined. “Well, I wish you’d just pay attention to me” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning my head on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to hear me, not giving it a second thought as he just swung his arm around me.
The next ten minutes continued along just like this, until I had finally had enough of it and decided to take matters into my own hands. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to me on his own, then I would make him. Turning around and reaching to the side table, I swiped the remote and quickly clicked the screen off, earning a groan on Mikey’s part and a “What the fuck, y/n?” At least he wasn’t just staring off into space, I thought. “Don’t give me any of that, Michael Clifford” I told him, quickly shutting him up and earning a surprised look. “Babe, we just moved in together and you’re always away working. Whether it’s doing interviews, recording, writing, whatever. I feel like sometimes we aren’t on the same page and we get a little distant. Mikey, I MISS you”, I faltered off at the end, emphasizing the “miss”. His eyebrows shot up, along with the sides of his mouth, the message obviously making itself clear at this point. His hands rubbed their way up my sides.
“If that’s how you feel, sweetie, then why didn’t you just say something?” I laughed a little bit at that, responding with “Well, Michael, I was trying to subtly suggest that earlier, but you can be the densest person, sometimes!” He just chuckled a bit before attaching himself to my neck, quickly getting to the point. I groaned, finally getting what I’ve needed all day. I tangled my hands in his hair, not letting him pull away any time soon. Mikey hummed against my neck, looking into my eyes before pulling me in for a sweet, passionate kiss, his tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth, pulling heaven into me. I moaned into him, letting him know I wanted him to go a little further now. He tugged at the hem of my blouse, pulling up as he pulled away. As soon as the soft thud clattered through the room, he was pulled against me again, desperately trying to touch every inch of my exposed skin. He finally gripped my legs, pulling my hips closer to his and rubbing myself against him, earning a low groan from his lips. “Mikey, babe” I moaned, breathless as his lips traveled all over my neck and collarbones. I shifted to his thigh, straddling it as I quickly got some friction going between us. I pushed myself above him, pulling my shorts off and throwing them to the same corner as the shirt, not waiting for the soft landing to straddle his thigh again, getting back into the swing of things. It’s been so long since I’ve had him, fully had him to myself. Not in a rush, not whispering how much I love and adore him in his ear as I violently and simultaneously reach orgasm along with him.
Michael’s lips stayed pressed against mine as his hands helped guide my hips into a rhythm of their own. I pushed and pulled against him, eliciting deep and needy moans from myself, Mikey pushing me along as one of his hands made their way to one of my breasts, pushing me further along. “Mm, Mikey I needed you so bad all day today” I moaned through gasps and deep breaths. “I know, babe. And now you have me, don’t you, my good girl?” His words shook the breath from my lungs, stealing the movement from my hips and quirking his pierced eyebrow. “What is it baby? Do you like having me? Do you like being my good girl?” I quickly nodded, bouncing and pulling myself along on top of his thigh, pulling the most beautiful friction against my clit, the cotton fabric of my panties helping aid the process. “That’s it, my beautiful girl, fuck my leg, baby girl, I know how much you love it, don’t you? You love fucking my leg, you love coming all over me, don’t you?"I nodded along to all of his words, my own not coming to the surface from my lungs. Mikey pulled my underwear to the side, my pussy making full contact against his bare leg, sitting in just his boxers on the couch, pushing me closer and closer. The sloppy sounds of my pussy pushing and slipping against him, skin to skin, filled the room and harmonized with the moans and whines coming from both of us. I was racing closer and closer to my orgasm as Mikey might have been desperately chasing his own as he pushed his hips up a few times, trying to capture some kind of friction of their own. "Mikey, babe, I’m so close, so so close” I gasped out, picking up the pace against him, his hands flying down to my hips, helping go at a rougher pace. “That’s it, baby, keep going, you’re doing so good, baby, just let it go” he moaned out, knowing what those words would do for me. “ohmygodmikey oh my god, yes , yes mikey please yes” I called out as it finally hit me, keeping the rhythm going through my entire orgasm, pushing my lips against his as I slowed down. He peppered kisses all over my cheeks before finally landing on my own lips, melting into me as I melted into him. Finally. It had been so long since I’d had him so fully to myself that I could just fully lose myself in him. “You were such a good girl for me, weren’t you, baby?” Mikey smirked at me as I laughed a bit. “Are you going to be a good girl for me again, and help me have you again?” He questioned, his second question going straight to my underwear, quickly getting me ready to go again, taking my time and having his good girl all to himself tonight.
Title: Temptation (my, you’re dirty-minded if you are thinking what I think you are- nah you just have a sexy imagination)
Pairing: Michael x Reader
Word count: 3,374
Warnings: Michael is a priest (catholic) so that says a lot, cursing inside a church (just a little bit), slight mention of Destiel
Summary: AU! Michael has always been a good son. He did what he thought his father would approve of so when the time came he became a priest. It wasn’t hard for him, especially considering that he had never struggled with temptation before. Never until he met you.
The desire to perform an action that one may enjoy immediately or in the short term but will probably later regret. In the context of some religions, temptation is the inclination to sin.
Something he surely wasn’t used to facing. He had never faced in his life. He had never struggled with temptation. Maybe because he still had to meet her. He still had to meet you.
Humans faced temptation every day of their lives. Whether they were really young or really old.
Temptation was something no human being could avoid. It was a part of their lives. It was, is and will always be a part of their entire lives till the ending of days.
No human can avoid temptation, no matter how much they want to.
Surely they can fight it if they want to. Some do. Some others just give up at some point and simply give in.
Some could say and pretend that they fought it and that they won. Sure, maybe they did. But it was just a battle. The war just goes on, because so does life. Whether it will be in an hour, tomorrow, after a couple days, even after a couple years they will face temptation again. And they will have to fight again.
If they want to, that is.
Because it is a never ending battle and everybody knows it deep down.
And people have to keep going. To live with it. Fight it if they believe there is a need to, even.
People face all kinds of temptation in their lives. Some decide to fight back because they believe that that is the right thing to do. Others don’t, because they find no use in it.
It variates from person to person. Some fight some not.
But he always did.
Michael always fought temptation. Because he was a good son and that’s what his father had taught him to.
Yeah, maybe not exactly to that extent but Michael was always someone to take things a little bit too seriously. Things that had to do with what was considered right, that is. And above all, things that he thought his father considered right.
It was true that his father did not exaggerate about things like Michael did but Michael only wanted to make him proud, to be a good son and to do what his father thought was right. Because if his father thought it was right then that was the case and Michael would not take a different answer to that.
Yeah, maybe he exaggerated things. But that’s how Michael has always been. Ever since he was a kid.
Doing what he thought was right and fighting against the wrong. Against sinning. And against temptation. At least according to him, that’s what it was.
He really had not problem with that, though. Michael always found it easy to fight temptation, even when he grew up. So the right thing for him to do was become a priest when the right time came. He knew he wanted it ever since he was young, even if his father kept telling him to think about it again.
It did confuse Michael, he was not going to deny it. He thought that his father would be proud of him to become a priest. An angel on Earth, he had heard someone call it. But then again his father had done more things that confused Michael before. Like when his younger sibling, Castiel, came out to him and told him he had fallen for a guy. Dean wasn’t his name? Their father had not shouted at him, not gotten angry, not told him it was wrong. He just had laughed and asked him how they met and if Castiel had made a move on him.
But if that was how his father was going to take it then the same would go for Michael. His father knew better after all.
It was really something Michael did not really have problems with. He always did the right thing and he knew it. He never struggled with temptation.
That is until the day he met her… until the day he met you.
He remembers it as if it was yesterday while in fact it was months ago.
Your soft footsteps could barely be heard even in the dead silence that surrounded the church that time of the day, but Michael of course had caught sound of it. He had turned to look at who had decided to come at that time of the day at that specific church. The church had been closed for a long time after the incident with the massacre inside it and, despite that fact, Kieran, a good friend of his father and priest, insisted on opening the church again. St. Anne’s Church was a Catholic church that was always known as the “heart” of the French Quarter neighborhood of New Orleans so Michael could not help but agree to help Kieran with it. What really confused him, though, it was that there would be visitors already.
He looked up from the holy water in his hands to face the newcomer and… although he tried to deny it, he felt his heart beat in a completely different way than it always had.
“Uhm hello?” he had heard your soft voice say for the first time to him.
“You work here as a priest?” you had asked hesitantly, hugging, what looked like sketching books to him, closer to you.
He walked down the few stairs examining you for a little while from up close before he cleared his throat - mostly trying to shake off the weird feeling - and spoke “Yeah, yeah I do.” he said not trusting his voice.
“Great” you said smiling widely and despite the feeling at the pit of his stomach getting even more intense Michael found himself smiling too “I am (Y/n), by the way” you had said extending your hand to him.
He did hesitate for a while - he clearly remembers that - mostly afraid of his own self and feelings, but did so anyway.
“Michael. I am Father Michael.” he said extending his hand to shake yours. His smile matched your shy one and he could swear at that moment that he felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest.
Seeing that smile, that sparkle in your (e/c) orbs, hearing your voice that sounded like angels singing and then touching your hand had him over the edge in the most beautiful and scaring way ever.
That feeling that he was scared of… was there. That feeling that he dreaded that he would have when he touched you was there. It was there and it truly scared the hell out of him. It was something he had never felt before and didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.
It was a feeling he wished he would never get to experience.
But there he was. And so was it.
You tried to calm down your rapidly-beating heart as you made your way to St. Anne’s Church. You let out a breath and hugged your sketching books closer to yourself.
You looked down at your feet all the way, all kinds of thoughts running through your mind. One question being repeated all the time:
Is it right?
You scoffed at the mere though once again.
Who were you kidding? How could ever falling in love with someone like him be right?
Of course it wasn’t. Of course. But you could not help it. How could you?
Those green eyes that under the sunlight could resemble to blue ones had your heart hammering in your chest ever since the first moment you saw him. Those dark hair seemed so soft and you had a really hard time not running your fingers through them. His strong jaw always managing to grab your attention, bringing you a sense of comfort whenever he spoke. His voice soft yet firm. And then there were those lips. Damn those lips. You would be willing to burn in hell if you got just one chance to kiss them.
You had met him just eight months ago. Eight months and although you knew that what you felt that first time you met him was wrong you could not help but indulge in it a little bit. It was so wrong and you knew it, that’s why you wished you would get over it soon but… it certainly wasn’t an easy task.
You had to see him almost every day for the first couple months because of your assignment. You were an art student and this semester’s assignment had to do with something related to the relation and history between art and religion. And what better way to collect information along with inspiration than visiting a church?
Maybe it was the wrong decision but you were not going to back down. You had never felt anything like that before, and even though it was wrong - oh so wrong - what Michael made you feel was unique and you were not going to let go of it.
Not that Michael seemed to be letting you go, either. There were moments that you seriously thought about it and wanted to run away from him for the sake of the both of you. But Michael, oh Michael seemed to have gotten a tight hold of your heart and he didn’t seem to be letting you go.
Over the course of time you got to know him better and damn you but were you in love with that man. It scared you to admit it even to yourself but it was the truth nonetheless. Michael was an amazing man, sure he had his flaws - who didn’t? - and sometimes somebody would call him arrogant but you could see through it. You could see how all he did was because he thought it was right. That’s what he always wanted to do. The right thing. Whether it was to protect the ones he loved or to ‘save people’ as he called it. He believed that people could be saved despite all their 'sins’ and that was really something that caught your interest. How he had faith in people, even though heseemed to believe the complete opposite.
“You came earlier today” Michael’s voice broke your trail of thoughts. You hadn’t even realized when you had entered the church.
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t have anything to do at home today” you shrugged slightly.
“So it seems” he gave a light chuckle and you bit your lip, feeling a tingling sensation at hearing his melodic laugh. And damn was it wrong that his laugh did this to you.
If only you knew what you were doing to him right now.
Michael cleared his throat and then coughed shifting uncomfortably in his feet, but you paid no attention to it.
“So you didn’t tell me, weren’t you supposed to get the grade to your assignments today?” he asked and you nodded.
“Yeah” you said, taking a seat next to him on the pew “It went well. Really well might I say” you smiled when you saw him smile too “Thanks to you, anyway” you added.
“I didn’t do anything, it was all your doing” he simply said.
“What? Oh come on, I knew almost nothing about art in religion and you just walked in and taught me so many things that I even found interesting!” you exclaimed with hand motions and he chuckled.
“Well, you were the one that basically walked in” he said with what seemed like a smirk.
“Eh it’s the same thing anyway” you said and he chuckled more.
“I guess you’re right. But that’s not the reason you are here, is it?” he raised an eyebrow at you ever so slightly and you felt your cheeks burn hot at his intense stare. It felt as if he could see right through you and your lie.
“I told you Michael-” you had long ago gotten used to calling him just Michael - at his request of course “-I was just bored” you avoided looking at his eyes.
“Now, we both know that is not the truth, is it?” he said.
“I-” you hesitated, not really knowing what to say; your cheeks were burning.
You heard him chuckle and for the first time felt a little bit at ease.
“Come on, just tell me. You know you can” he put a hand on top of yours and deciding to ignore the feeling you turned your head to look at him and spoke your question.
“I was just wondering. How come you decided to become a priest? I mean, sure you got the whole package. Holy Michael, doing the right thing, devoting himself to the general well-being but- I’m just wondering.” you said.
“I’m not holy, (Y/n)” was his only response, voice somehow bitter.
“Yeah, right.” you scoffed
“I’m not” he said firmly again “I- I just know that’s what I always wanted. I never thought of myself doing something else”
“I see but- you really have not regretted it? Are you still sure that that is what you want? I mean, yeah, it’s your choice but- it’s hard, isn’t it? All of the things you must and must not do. It’s just…” you trailed off, not knowing what more to say.
“I never was the one for love, (Y/n).” he said getting up and making your head snap in his direction, surprising you how he had picked up on what you were trying to say.
“How do you know that?” you asked in a soft voice “You’ve never tried it. You’ve told me so.” you said referring to the one time you had previously tried to make the same conversation.
“I just know” he firmly said, back turned to you.
“How? How can you just know Michael. You can’t just know. That’s impossible. Did you ever let yourself be free? Did you ever let yourself try? Did you ever let yourself see if you could… love? I mean-” you chuckled lightly, you were up by now too “-it’s completely natural after all. People fall in love, meet their significant others in most cases. But till then they try and- you haven’t Michael. You chose to take that option away from your own self. You decided to become a priest without a second choice. You decided to give away your chance of loving somebody why? Just because you knew that you were never the one to love? And what if the situation changed, Michael? How could you know that-” you started rambling and at the same time bearing your heart out, only to be cut off by him.
“Because I know I am never the one to sin!” he snapped at you and your eyes widened at the fear you felt for just a split second at his commanding voice. His name was not Michael for no reason after all.
“Sin?” you breathed out in disbelief “You think, falling in love is a sin?” you let out a pained laugh “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you ran a hand down your face.
“Don’t curse. You’re in a church” he said in a commanding voice.
You let out a short laugh “So that’s your problem, now? You’re joking now, you’ve got to be joking” “(Y/n)-” he tried saying but you stopped him.
“No! No don’t (Y/n) me. Don’t you dare, Michael! I come here, trying to tell you how I feel, bearing my heart out to you- being the most vulnerable I have been in my life because I know that what I feel is wrong and you- you- You knew Michael, you knew! And don’t deny it because lying is surely a sin. You knew and yet you tell me that it is a sin, that what I feel for you is a sin. What are you so afraid of? Falling? Falling from heaven because you will let yourself feel? And on top of everything you want me to accept that it’s my fault? You want me to accept that I am the only one responsible for this? What about you, Michael? What about you sinning? Because I know that I’m not the only one that-” you started saying but he cut you off.
“Don’t. Don’t say it” he said and pursed his lips, looking at you with a frown and you could see the inner battle in his eyes.
“What? That I am in love with you? Is that what you are afraid of? Are you really so afraid of it? Why? Because you think you’re going to burn in hell for it? Well don’t worry I’ll take all the blame. Because even if it is a sin, even if I get to burn in hell for that, I am not going to deny it because I am afraid. I love you and even if you don’t deserve it I would still go to hell for you. Even if you weren’t willing to.” you let out a shaky breath and wiped away the tears that had started rolling down your cheeks without your realizing it.
“Don’t worry, though, I’m not going to put you through this anymore. You are not going to see me anymore, so don’t worry about being tempted again” you said bitterly, grabbing your things and turning to leave quickly.
“(Y/n), please” you heard him say but didn’t stop.
“(Y/n), wait! Please, (Y/n)!” he said again more urgently but you just ignored him.
“(Y/n)! Wait. Just hear me out! (Y/n)!” he said again but you continued ignoring him, until of course you felt a grip on your arm.
It all happened so quickly and in a blur - maybe mostly because of the tears clouding your vision. But, although you couldn’t see clearly, you could surely feel-
Feel his lips on yours kissing you feverly while his hands cupped your face as if he was clinging to you, not wanting to let go. The need for air was too much to bear, though, so you both had to pull away.
You didn’t say a word and just looked at him with pursed lips, not really knowing what to say. So he spoke instead.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I- I didn’t mean to hurt you, little angel” he rested his forehead against yours.
“Yeah, but you did” you said bitterly.
“I know, I know. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry (Y/n). I know, I know I shouldn’t have said what I did. I- I just- damn it.” he gritted his teeth and you had a hard time hiding your astonishment at hearing him curse.
“Don’t curse. We’re inside a church” you said trying to lighten the mood, making him chuckle.
“Yeah obviously.” he cleared his throat “I just- I didn’t mean what I said, alright? It’s just too much to take. All these months I- I’ve been experiencing things that I- I never had to go through in my life before. I know it’s wrong, I know but for the first time it feels so right to be in this place that honestly I don’t care anymore. Not what my father will think and not what it is right. I’m tired of doing what is thought of being right. What others will think is right or not. This time I’m going to do what I think is right.”
“Michael…” you whispered.
“I’m going to fix things, don’t worry. I will take care of it. I will do the right thing” he said and brought his face closer to you.
“But Michael it’s… You’re… We can’t. There is nothing you can do other than break your vows and-” you started but he cut you off.
“It is what I am going to do. I may fall from heaven but at least it will be worth it. Because I will have fallen for you and honestly, falling does feel amazing” he said and you let yourself smile ever so slightly before his lips locked with yours and you both gave into…
Requested by Anon Michael Gray X Reader smut (nonspecific plot) Warnings: Smut, Angst, Swearing. I think I’m getting the hang of this smut stuff. It’s only my 2nd one - so please don’t judge too much. Hope you enjoy! I would LOVE some feedback! (Also, sorry for uploading this so late!) ~~
It was 1 am when a loud pounding sounded on your door. You opened your sleepy eyes and listened for a moment, not sure if you had really been woken by someone knocking or if it was a dream. After a second of silence, the pounding happened again followed by your Ex shouting out your name. He was drunk by the sound of it. You could have stayed in bed, but you knew Michael would not be so easily ignored.
You and Michael weren’t Exes by your choice. In truth, you loved Michael more than anything, but Michael for some reason become quite edgy and distant the past few months or so, resulting in him breaking your heart. Ever since the Shelby’s started doing business with the Russians and dealing with a certain priest and his following, Michael had changed. You tried everything you could think of to save your relationship, but in the end, Michael decided it would be better if you both moved on.
so I’m sure this is probably a thing but I wanted to do this where everyday in December leading up to Christmas I’ll write an imagine which is based off Christmas and it will be like a countdown so every set it may be like 25 day until Christmas and for the last one it will be like It’s CHRISTMAS
if anybody else is like me and loves christmas I felt this could be a cool idea! :))
so what may help is leaving requests and over the next few weeks I’ll write ideas of what will be written and hopefully I’ll be able to update daily!
and there will be like daddy!5sos(not the kinky kind), boyfriend!5sos and who knows maybe some angst and heartbreak but don’t forget the fluff and cuteness so please request
tumblr was so much better like two years ago i don’t even like 5sos anymore but i just went to the 5sos au tag and almost threw my phone bc it’s so fucking unorganized and you can’t even find a normal one they all got 24 different fucking parts it’s just so horrible where’s all my og 5sos fam from 2 summers ago?