young!michael sleeping in his boxers and you kinda sneak into his bed and start kissing his neck and he’s all like “babe it feels so good” whining with a raspy morning voice – neck anon (it’s 10 am where i live and im already thirsting over him)

thelangdoncooperative:

“You know what would feel even better?” You say as you palm him over his boxers, taking in the sound of his sleepy moans.

(Ooo girl same but that won’t stop me!)

I wanna add to that anon and your response to the whole morning michael thing because that shit had me quaking hard Michael moans and shakily responds, “b-but my ma.. she-shes downstairs” as he bucks up into your hand. You smile,trail your hand up, lifting the band of his boxers and putting your hand directly on him. “So you really want me to stop?” You whisper out to his ear, kissing his neck. He groans and grabs onto the sheet with one hand as he grinds himself in ur hand. “N-no,”he whimpers

thelangdoncooperative:

Morning! Hand Anon ✋🏼 here. Everyone is so thirsty this morning and it’s the best to read as I’m in the car for an hour. Ugh, anyway… Sleepy!Michael when he notices you move slightly in bed, just grabs on to you, nuzzling into your hair, molding himself to your back, sleepily asking you where you are going that it’s not time to wake up yet. “Where are you going? We don’t have to be up yet…”

thelangdoncooperative:

Morning hand nonny😘

“It’s time to get up, bub, let’s start the day,” you turn in his arms and gently kiss his face til his eyes flutter open.

He gives you a warm smile, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before giving a little stretch, the blanket shifting down to reveal his bare chest. “Are we going to have French toast for breakfast?” – Hand Anon ✋🏼

thelangdoncooperative:

You laugh, running a finger down the bridge of his nose, “we really need to expand your palette. There’s more to life than French toast,” you smile when he pouts, “but yes. Yes we’re going to have French toast”

Now we need hc or a small fic where the reader calls Michael an angel even after she finds out what he is, sorry I don’t make the rules

thelangdoncooperative:

“How was your day angel?” You ask, taking your favorite seat, his lap.

Wrapping his arms, he nuzzles into your chest, “I don’t know how many times I’ve said-”

“Hush,” You put your finger over his lips, “My angel baby” you whisper before you kiss him. You can feel him smile against you and he sighs happily.

“What do you see when you look at me?” He asks.

You pretend to think hard about what you’ll say, “A beautiful boy. With a big heart,” you cup his face as he smiles up at you, “My angel”

So we all know how Michael craves attention. Imagine you are sitting on the couch reading a book or something and not really paying attention to him and when he tries to get your attention you tell him that you’re busy so he starts to nuzzle your neck and worms his head onto your lap and laces kisses on your tummy and thighs until you are so turned on you have to love him.

thelangdoncooperative:

“Be good,” you groan as you continued reading your book.

Laying his head in your lap, he picks up your free hand, putting it on his head, wanting you to lace it through his hair, “Touch me, please, mama” looking up at you with wide eyes.