#f&r!michael langdon smut

[ahsbitch]

Yes, Mr. Langdon---Fire & Reign!Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 3228

Summary: Reader is F&R!Michael’s assistant, who is always quick to do whatever he asks. Michael wants to see how far she’ll go to do just that. 

Warnings: NSFW, lots of swearing, masturbation, Reader gets a facial, bootlicking, degradation, humiliation ish?, some Mean!Michael, but also kinda Soft!Michael at the end bc I’m soft and lonely at heart, that’s all I can think of idk

A/N: Hi I’ve literally never written any AHS stuff before so I apologize if this sucks but I really hope it doesn’t  

Being the personal assistant to the Antichrist was definitely not the easiest job in the world.

But when held in comparison to your time in restaurant service, it definitely wasn’t the hardest either. 

At least here, you rarely had to deal with obstinate customers. Most people were too frightened of your boss, Mr. Langdon, to yell or be rude in his presence, which you were constantly in, and on the occasion that they were rude or stubborn anyway, he had a tendency to give a little wave of his hand, incinerating them before your very eyes. 

No, the rudest and most needy person you typically had to deal with was Mr. Langdon himself. 

The rude came and went in waves. He could be cruel, demeaning, downright evil at times. He acted, in short, much like one might expect the Antichrist to. But sometimes, he could be charming, gentle, occasionally even sweet. 

The neediness came and went in waves too, although it was more often very subtly present than anything else. Usually he was commanding, powerful, clearly in charge. But sometimes, although still commanding, he could be almost childlike in his confusion and frustration. 

He was kind of an asshole, but he wasn’t the worst boss in the world. There was something about him that was compelling, that made you feel a great desire to please him. He was always specific about what he wanted, and you always complied, no matter how out of the box, how insulting, how simple or extreme, how kind or how demeaning. You said yes to everything he asked you. 

And he had begun to take great notice of it.

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“Fucking, fuck, dammit to hell, this fucking, son of a bitch!” 

You sat at your desk just outside of Michael Langdon’s office, transcribing a giant tome of text as instructed by the Cooperative, and listening to your boss curse loudly at inanimate objects. 

You should probably get up, check on him, but you decided that until he reached the point of breaking things-

“Fuck!” He shouted, and then there was a bang and a very, very loud crash. 

Yeah, until he started doing stuff like that. 

You rose with a shake of your head, knocking sharply on his door three times. 

“Come in,” Michael sighed, and as you walked in you took note of the shattered computer against the opposite wall of his desk, turning back to look at your boss with his head laying against said desk, hands gripping at his golden curls.

Dammit, he was frustrated. 

Frustrated Michael could be particularly difficult to deal with. 

You stood before him, hands folded neatly in front of you, smiling pleasantly even though he wasn’t looking at you yet, “You sounded like you might be in need of assistance, Mr. Langdon. Would you mind fixing your computer?” 

He grunted quietly, giving a little swirl of his hand, although he didn’t lift his head, and you stepped out of the way as the technology flew back into place, drifting into its original position. 

“Very good. Now, if you don’t mind, could you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m not a child, Y/N,” Michael growled, and you bit your tongue gently to resist the urge to laugh. 

Moving to the side of the desk, you smiled to yourself at his little temper tantrum, “Of course not, Mr. Langdon. I am merely at your service.” 

“Of course you are,” Sitting up finally, he turned to you, and you were amused to see the pout that sat on his lips, the intimidating man looking suddenly very young, more his own age, “The mouse won’t work.” 

“May I?” You didn’t wait for him to agree, already wiggling the mouse once and then moving to the wires of the computer, fiddling with them quickly before sliding the mouse back to Michael, “That should do it.” 

“What was wrong with it?” He glanced up at you, voice gruff, although you could hear a hint of curiosity.

You shifted where you stood, trying to mask your discomfort, “Just, uh, just technology stuff.”

“Y/N,” Turning in his chair, Michael pinned you in place with his gaze, and you were unsure whether this was metaphorical pinning or not, with how frozen you felt, “Tell me what was wrong with it.”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” Trying to keep your smile in place rather than let a grimace take you over, you grit your teeth in preparation for him to do something violent, “The mouse wasn’t plugged in all the way. It’s a fairly common issue. Happens all the time.”

You tensed, but to your surprise Michael didn’t yell or break something or curse, like he usually did when he felt a sense of ineptitude. Instead, he laughed, and normally that would’ve scared you even more, but it was such a warm and gentle laugh that you felt yourself relaxing ever so slightly as he spoke, “Of course it was. Tell me, Y/N, is there anything wrong with you?”

Shrugging, you let yourself perch on the edge of his desk with a giggle, “Plenty of things, believe me.”

“Tell me some?” 

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” Pausing, you mused over your words, testing each on the tip of your tongue before you said it, “Let’s see. My left foot is bigger than my right. I think jealousy is a very ugly emotion, and I hate it, but I have a lot of insecurities, and often find myself jealous of people around me in spite of my best efforts. Um, I read cheesy romance novels in my free time even though the writing usually makes me cringe. When people ask me what type of lipstick I use I always lie because I don’t want anyone else to have lips that look as good as mine. Oh, and even though I exclusively call you Mr. Langdon out loud, I will confess that in my head I usually refer to you as Michael. It’s faster, y’know.”

Chuckling softly once more, Michael nodded, “Those don’t sound too bad, as far as problems go. You’re lucky.”

“I prefer to think of myself as adaptable.”

“Fair enough,” He grinned, but something dangerous glittered behind his eyes, “You can go now, Y/N.” 

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” You flashed him a small smile before hurrying out of the room.

Michael watched you leave, musing over your words. 

How far, he wondered, how far could he go with his wishes, before you gave in, before you said no. 

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Why the hell wouldn’t you say no to anything?

It was beginning to drive Michael crazy, watching the way that you gave in to whatever he asked, even when he was being absurd. 

You spent a full day doing all your work in nothing but your underclothes, simply because he asked. 

You gave sat on his lap through a whole meeting with other members of the Cooperative, your superiors, simply because he asked. 

You let him order you to do tiny things. Hand him pens that were two inches away from his fingertips. Kiss the floor where his chair had been sitting. Adjust the brightness of his computer screen for him only to come back and adjust it to its original brightness approximately two minutes later. Simply because he asked. 

What wouldn’t you say yes to? 

He was musing over this as he waited for you to return from a coffee run.

There you were, carrying two paper cups, a pleasant smile on your face. 

Always that same damn smile.

“I have your hot chocolate, Mr. Langdon,” You set the cup in front of him on the desk, “Thank you again for allowing me to get myself a drink.”

Michael glanced up at you, frowning, “Y/N, I always let you get yourself a drink.” 

Shrugging, you raised the cup to your lips and took a sip, “I know you do, Mr. Langdon. But it feels right to thank you. You’re a good boss.” 

Maybe not so much, He thought to himself as he twitched his hand, watching you drop the cup almost in slow motion, watching as the lid came off and your drink spilled just a bit onto his lap, just a bit onto his legs, cursing as the rest came splashing down onto his shoes. 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You gasped, staring at your now empty hands in shock.

Sneering at you, Michael snapped twice, “Don’t just stand there, Y/N. Clean up your mess.” 

“Right, I’m sorry, Mr. Langdon, let me go get-”

“No,” He grabbed your wrist, not allowing you to move away, and you turned back to him in confusion as he continued to tug you closer, “Get onto your knees, open your mouth, and clean up your mess.” 

Holy fuck.

Ignoring the way your face burned, you averted your eyes, whispering, “Yes, Mr. Langdon,” As you dropped to your knees.

Where exactly were you meant to go with this? 

Michael raised his foot, nudging your chin with it until you looked up and met his gaze, his eyes holding something dark and urgently, compellingly dangerous, “Well? Get to work, Y/N.”  

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.”

Before you could even think any further, he had touched the toe of his boot to your mouth, pushing gently against your bottom lip until you opened for him. 

He was a remarkably clean person, and beyond the taste of your coffee even the shoes themselves didn’t taste particularly bad. 

Probably because they cost more than your apartment. 

You moved slowly at first, but as Michael brought his hands down to wind tightly through your hair, you sped up. You lapped at the droplets of coffee, over the grooves of his laces and up to the sharp, pointed toe of the boot, and when you were done with one you switched to the other. He gripped your hair tightly, guiding your head, forcing you to bob up and down as you cleaned his shoe, and you wondered vacantly to yourself if he did the same thing while he was getting a blowjob. 

Probably. 

“Good girl,” He praised as you worked, his voice softer than you expected, and even Michael seemed surprised as he cleared his throat, his tone becoming darker, “You’re not bad at this. Do you do this often?”

Pausing your ministrations briefly, you shook you head, “No, Mr. Langdon.”

You were back at it immediately, feeling him tug at your head.

Michael was trying hard to sound intimidating, and of course he did, he always did, but there was something shockingly gentle behind his voice even as he growled, “Good. I should be your first priority. Tell me, do you enjoy this?” 

You had finished against his shoes, pulling away, and he released your head as he examined them, smirking at your heavy breathing, at the way you panted your answer, “Would you, uh, do you want me to enjoy this, Mr. Langdon?”

Narrowing his eyes, a frown etched across his face, “What? I mean, no. No, I don’t want you to.”

“Then I don’t,” You shrugged, rocking backwards.

Fuck, you were going to kill him. 

“What if I wanted you to?” 

“Then I would.”

Clearing his throat again, Michael stared at you for a moment before patting his thigh, “There’s coffee on my pants, as well. You’ll need to take care of that, too.”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.” 

He didn’t touch you this time, instead bringing his hands up, reclining further back in his chair and resting his head against his palms as he watched you. 

Starting at the cuff, you stroked your tongue up his pant leg, pressing absentminded kisses occasionally as you went. By the time you’d reached the tops of his thighs, Michael was straining forward ever so slightly, dragging the chair closer to you with one ankle hooked around his desk, and then meeting up with his other ankle to lock behind your back. 

You took the hint, mouthing along the outline of his cock.

Holy shit, he was huge, and you hadn’t even seen it unconstrained. 

He hissed, quietly, his hips bucking forward as you licked your way up to his zipper, clamping your teeth onto it and tugging down without much thought. 

“Stop,” He said firmly, almost laughing as you scrambled back, “Don’t be greedy.” 

“Sorry, Mr. Langdon,” You dropped your gaze and licked your lips, tasting the remains of your coffee. 

“Is this...” Trailing off in thought, Michael guided your face upwards once more, forcing you to make eye contact with him, “Is this embarrassing for you, Y/N?”

“Do you want it to be embarrassing for me?” 

“Stop that,” He snapped, his grip on your chin tightening, “Stop bullshitting me. Give me a real answer. Truthfully, is this embarrassing for you?”

Tapping your fingers along your thighs, musing over your answer a moment, “Truthfully? Of course it is. A lot of the things you have me do, especially lately, I find humiliating.”

There it was. Now would you finally give in, finally reject a request? 

He didn’t say anything, just reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. 

Neither of you spoke, staring at each other instead, and hesitantly you reached for it, flinching as Michael slapped your hand away just as you brushed your fingers against him.

“I told you not to be greedy.”

“Sorry, Mr. Langdon.”

After a moment more, Michael nodded, wrapping his own fist around his cock and beginning to pump it. You watched in fascination as moved, at the way his long fingers wrapped around his thick, long, perfect cock. 

“Y/N,” Snapping you out of your daze, Michael paused to spit into his hand, moving rubbing along the head of his dick before returning to his former position, “I want to jerk off onto your face. I want you to sit there, and watch me, and I want to finish on your face, and when I’m done, I want you to thank me, and I want you to leave it there. Leave it for the rest of the day, so everyone can see how desperate you are to please me.”

Surely, surely you would say no to this. 

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.” 

A growl made its way out of his throat before he could stop it, and he sped up his pace as he watched you fold your hands in your lap, adjusting your knees a little, staring up at him through your fluttering lashes. 

Snarling, Michael grunted, “You’re pathetic, do you know that?”

Did he want you to answer? 

“Keep your pretty little whore mouth shut, got it?” He spoke like he could read your mind, and you decided he probably could as you clamped your teeth shut, nodding quickly as he continued, “Fuck. You’d do anything I asked you to, huh? If I told you to kill someone, you’d do it without question, wouldn’t you? Hell, you’d kill yourself without question, if I asked you to. I think you like feeling humiliated. I think that your pussy gets wetter and wetter every time I tell you what to do. I- shit- I’m your fucking boss, and you’re on your knees for me before I can even finish telling you that’s where you need to be. It’s absurd. You probably want me to fuck you right now. You’re probably wishing I would let you open your mouth so you can swallow me down, you’re so desperate to get a taste of me.”

He was getting closer to finishing, you could tell, his rhythm getting faster and faster, his words becoming more sharply articulated. 

Michael kept going, almost like he was talking himself into cumming, “You can’t wait for me to finish, can you? You can’t wait to feel completely possessed by me, like I’ve somehow claimed you. You can’t wait for everyone who you see to stare at you, full of disgust and confusion. You want it, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” You nodded, shutting your eyes as he let out a low, shaky groan, his warm cum coating your face.

Fucking hell.

You opened your eyes slowly, carefully, unsure of whether or not you should move. You watched as Michael stuffed himself back into his pants, zipping them quickly, and then he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it out to you.

You didn’t take it but blinked up at him, staring, “I, um, I thought you said to leave it.”

Clicking his tongued, Michael started wiping your face himself, his touch incredibly light, “I thought you’d say no. Tell me to stop. Maybe report me to HR.”

You flicked your eyebrow up, an amused smile settling on your lips, “Do we have an HR for the apocalypse?” 

Chuckling mirthlessly, he raised the handkerchief to his mouth and spat lightly, cleaning your face more intently, “You could say no, do you realize that? Why don’t you ever say no to me?” 

You closed your eyes as he rubbed across the bridge of your nose, dabbing delicately at your eyelids. 

“Have you ever seen The Princess Bride?” You asked, finally, as he moved to your hairline. 

His brow furrowed in confusion, “I, uh, no? No, I’ve never seen it.” 

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” His hand moved to your cheek and you leaned into it before you could stop yourself, humming as his thumb moved to run across your skin, “You should watch it sometime. Before you do the whole ending the world thing and kill me and pretty much everyone else in the world and inevitably ruin Netflix. Forget about that. Let’s just say it’s because I’m afraid of you, yeah? You scare me, so I do whatever you say.”

Hesitating for just a moment, Michael pulled his hand away, eyes closed, frowning, “Is that what The Princess Bride is about? Being afraid of your boss?”

You laughed before you could stop yourself, and you found yourself wishing that he would touch your face again, although you didn’t dare say so, “Not quite. Just, uh, forget about The Princess Bride. It doesn’t matter.”

He nodded, folding his handkerchief and slipping it into his pocket without opening his eyes, which you found oddly impressive. 

You kept waiting for Michael to say something, to look at you, to move, to do anything, but he wasn’t and he didn’t and so you stood, and started to move away. 

“Wait,” He spoke finally, and you felt as though you’d been in silence for hours although you knew it must’ve only been a few moments.

“Yes, Mr. Langdon?”

“I’m not going to kill you,” Michael opened his eyes, looking at you carefully, “I mean, the apocalypse. It’s not going to kill you.”

“It’s not? I thought only members of the Cooperative, and the people rich enough to buy a ticket, I thought they were the only ones who were going to make it.” 

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, just as he had before, but this time it wasn’t aggressive, wasn’t rough. He was very gentle, his fingers skimming along the veins, pausing to feel your pulse thump against him, “And you. There will be a place for you in the new world, Y/N, I promise you that.”

And then Michael had released your wrist and turned away, and you made your way out the door and back to your own desk with a soft, “Thank you, Mr. Langdon.”

[littledemondani]

38 and 46 from the smut prompt list with Michael or Duncan if inspiration strikes! 😏

i chose f&r!michael for this one. hope you like it, beeb!​

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Y/N knocked softly on Michael’s office door, waiting with bated breath for him to let her in. Her mind flashed to the first time she met Michael when he became the owner of Kineros Robotics. He was ridiculously handsome, and Y/N was attracted to him right away. She went out of her way to impress him, started dressing a little more provocatively around the office, and “accidentally” bumping into him on occasion. It wasn’t until he invited her into his office to hand her some documents to deliver, did she realize he was married.

There were pictures of him and his wife on their wedding day, surrounded by their friends and family on his desk, as well as candid photos of her. She felt a lump in her throat and a huge sense of embarrassment at her futile efforts to gain his attention. What she didn’t know was that she had gained it, and it took everything in him not to act on the thoughts going through his head.

Until he did.

Y/N’s thoughts dissipate once she hears Michael’s voice through the door. She turns the knob and enters, her heart doing somersaults as he comes into her view. He sits at his desk, hands spread on either side as he smirks wickedly at her. 

“Lock the door behind you.” 

She does as he says, standing in front of the doorway to await his next instruction. He stands slowly, eyeing her up and down like a predator watches his prey. She doesn’t dare take her eyes away from him, not wanting to upset him if she did.��

He stands before her, looking down at her with a soft groan. “As beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now.” 

Her lips part slightly, letting a breathy gasp escape her. “What’re you waiting for, then?” she asks, gazing at him as she does so. “We both know we don’t have much time.”

Michael pushes her up against the door, wrapping his large, jeweled fingers around her throat enough to cut off her airflow. “Did I say you could talk?” He seethes. “Hm?”

“N-No,” she chokes, squeezing her legs together to dull her aching cunt. “Y-You...didn’t.” 

“That’s right, whore,” he says, letting go of her before slapping her across the face. He grabs her by her hair and tosses her against his desk, pinning her there by his hips. He rips her dress down the back, revealing the lacy pink lingerie she has on underneath. “Mm, at least you can do one thing right,” he says, rubbing his hand over the swell of her ass. “You know how much I love this on you.” 

Y/N’s dress falls down to her feet and she kicks the ruined fabric off to the side. She spreads her legs for him, moaning softly as he teases her pussy with his fingers. 

Michael plays with her clothed clit a while longer before moving her thong to the side and getting on his knees. He presses soft kisses along her lips and inner thighs, keeping his hand on her as a warning to be still. He finally runs his tongue over her clit, flicking it lightly. 

Her eyes roll back at the feel of his tongue on her cunt, the sensation causing chills to erupt along her skin. He continues to work her pussy until she cums hard, licking her through the aftershocks. He gets up from his knees, picking her up and placing her on his desk. He quickly undoes his pants, pulling his cock from its confines.

“Leave the heels on,” he says, shaking his head as he watches her trying to kick them off. “Can you do that?”

“Yes, daddy,” she nods, breath hitching as he rubs the tip of his cock along her glistening folds. He enters her with a loud groan, eyes fluttering at the feel of her tight walls pulsing around his cock. He opens his eyes, looking down to see the photo of him and his wife on the night of their honeymoon staring back at him.

“Good girl,” he says, using his magic to turn the photos around without her noticing. “You’re Daddy’s good girl.”

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baby tags: @fckinsupreme, @with-dandelions-in-her-hands, @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern, @lovelylangdonx, @sojournmichael, @angelicmichael, @blakescoven, @dark-mei-rose, @michael-langdon-appreciation

[codyfernmorelikedaddyfern]

Michael Langdon:

Me:

[langdxn]

How would different stages of Michael react if the reader accidentally called him “daddy” during sex?

Is there ever such a thing as accidentally calling Michael daddy? 👀

Grunge!Michael freezes in motion, his length nestled halfway inside you when he stares at you quirking an eyebrow. “You mean that?” He grins from ear to ear and leans in to kiss you before it finally hits him, and the power goes straight to his head. He takes hold of your shoulders and flips you over until you’re straddling his waist, slipping his hands down to cradle your hips. He growls like a beast while his eyes roll into the back of his head — “Ride me and call me daddy again, baby girl.”

Hawthorne!Michael is pleasantly surprised you’ve worked out his weakness so quickly, the corner of his lips curls ever so slightly and his eyes narrow as he snaps his hips harder into you, fighting the urge to cum on the spot. “Good girl, and who does this pussy belong to?” You better hope you’re not on top when “daddy” slips off your tongue, otherwise he’s flipping you over and piledriving you into the mattress for the rest of the week, Seven Wonders practice or not.

Sojourn!Michael wasn’t expecting to be quite so turned on by you calling him “daddy”, so he gazes deeply into your eyes, pulling you in for a searing, haunting, lingering kiss. “I love you so much,” he gushes, leaning in to press his chest against yours, maintaining intimate contact with your entire body. It takes him a minute to remember he’s still inside you, so he slowly rocks his hips into yours, languid, curled thrusts that ensure his cock hits your walls in just the right spot. “Say that again for me, baby.”

F&R!Michael doesn’t even miss a beat. “You’re damn right,” he hums as his thrusts become sharp and staccato, reaching to curl his fingers around your throat and applying a dangerous amount of pressure on your airways. He drinks in the ecstasy flickering in your eyes as your blood races to your head, he revels in your gasps for breath and he adores the way your walls flutter around him with every perfectly choreographed whip of his hips. “Now be a good girl for daddy and cum all over my cock.”

The name “daddy” tumbles out while you’re sinking down onto Outpost!Michael’s cock, head thrown back and unravelling on top of him, and it hits him like an instant aphrodisiac. His eyes widen and bleed to black in an instant, his nails scratching fervently down your spine before wandering to knead at your breasts. “That’s my girl,” he purrs softly, breathing in the vision of you melting as you grind onto him. He pulls himself up to wrap his arms around you, holding you flush against him and gently kissing your forehead. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

[hecohansen31]

The Magic Words Is:

F&R! Michael Langdon+Inscure! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

This suckety suck...

But also I don’t like keeping my things to myself and also... honestly... you have read worse from me, so...

This came up when I was talking with @blakewaterxx and she jokingly said, after I apologized a few too many times that if I kept doing that she would make Michael punish me... and I took it a bit more seriously than I should have... 

So here comes this...

Have fun reading it!

Let me know what you think, and I also let’s hope this doesn’t die as my all my fics lately... I am just too done to deal with that right noq!

WARNINGS: Dom-Sub Relationship, Spanking, Punishment, Sexual Themes, Mention of Sexual SItuations, Nudity, Mention of Self-Harm.

It wasn’t that Michael despised that you had this kind of gentleness and frailty to you.

No, he actually enjoyed it.

But he couldn’t tolerate anybody else taking advantage of it.

Aside him, obviously.

It was mostly because it would show some kind of emotion he had defined as weak since it would show your submission to someone else…

… that wasn’t him.

That morning: Jeff and Mutt had tormented you for the entire morning under Michael’s attentive gaze, and although he had wanted to intervene, he couldn’t do much, mostly because you personally didn’t want him to intervene in your work life, but also because he had wanted to see how far this would all go.

To see if you would fight them back.

Through the entire morning you had bended yourself to Jeff and Mutt’s will, the two cokeheads taking extreme advantage of your willingness to please, till it brought you over to the edge of a big psychotic attack, since their coke-burned brain thought that you could much more than it was humanly possible.

But you instead of shutting them off or fighting them off… you had continued on undergoing their humiliations, but worse of all, apologizing for any mistake they made you notice, although half the time it wasn’t your fault, and the other half… you didn’t do it on purpose.

He hated whenever you would apologize with no reason for it.

He desperately had tried to force that attitude away from you, in a calm way, simply trying to make you notice the error of your way, but apparently it wasn’t enough.

He had to use something that would get into your little insecure mind.

He had called you after lunch, making sure that the two cokeheads watched as his arrival accidentally burned their newest stash of purest coke and he made no secret of his link to you.

You never wanted to let your relationship be out in public, so this was a big no against all your rules.

“It wouldn’t be professional” you chanted gently, whenever the argument would be brought up, as he looked at you confused, mostly because he knew how much you liked being taken over the desk at work, but he didn’t dare intervene on such things, preferring to leave you the control of it.

But he had had enough, today.

“Mr Langdon, what did you need me for?” your eyes shone already bright as you closed the door behind you and he settled on his work-chair, preparing yourself to a session of hard sex, knowing all too well that Michael was a man that liked to be pleased at his own orders and commands and who requested extreme discipline.

“(Y/N)” but something broke your mental scenario as you heard him calling you like that.

You usually roleplayed since it was a kink you both shared, mostly if something was going down in the office, but whenever he called by your name not only it meant he wasn’t in the mood to play, but he wanted the true “(Y/N)”, not some doe-eyed and sex-starved secretary as in your shared fantasies.

It also, most of the time, meant trouble.

“Michael” you knew better than to answer with anything other than his name, since it shared some kind of deep intimacy Michael ached for, more than the sex and the thrill.

“… you do realize what you did today, don’t you?”.

You actually didn’t but you also knew that if Michael was using that tone you had done something bad for sure so there was no use in pretending.

“I don’t know, sir, but I am sure that it was something bad” because whenever you were Michael’s “good girl” he wouldn’t have that flaming look.

“Then why don’t we go over your morning?” he replied, mentioning for you to sit onto his lap, something that made you huff a breath of relief, although you knew it wasn’t over.

But the fact that you were allowed to touch Michael was something that made you truly happy, and wouldn’t always be allowed during your punishments, making everything even more hurtful.

“… I came in early as always…” mostly because it would be just you and Michael and more time than not, before he had to give an important discourse, he would love to have a quickie with you, so you had to be there for him… or you might get punished.

(One time you hadn’t been able to come at work because of a terrible stomach flu and hadn’t even been able to raise from the bed to tell the Cooperative that you would be taking a sick day and Michael had strangely surprised you to your apartment.

You had half-expected him to want sex or anything, but he had just explained to you all the research he had done on how to cure stomach flu, parading yourself with an entire pharmacy, and asking whether you felt up to eat something so that he could order someone to cook it for you.

You had tried to excuse your terrible state, but Michael had ignored all your “sorry”s and just pushed you again in bed, gently pushing away your sweat-filled hair from your forehead, meanwhile he cooed you to sleep and relax).

And from that memory you realized what you had done wrong.

“…is this because I said ‘sorry’ too many times?” because Michael had shushed you every time it would happen, mostly when it was about things you couldn’t control, like Jeff and Mutt’s stupidity.

He smirked, but his smile was in no way reassuring.

“Oh, don’t I have a smart girl on my lap?” he praised you and gently leaned down to kiss you, his hand securely lacing though your hair pulling on them lightly, but enough to make you moan in his mouth “… then you’ll know what you get for this”.

You nodded, already trying to make your way to his laps, in order to lay with your tummy flat against his them, but he kept his hold onto your hair tight, keeping you in place.

“… but first I need you to tell me what you did wrong and why it is so wrong”.

His tone was extremely honeyed, and he made sure to look at you in the eyes, another technique that you couldn’t stand, since when he had first met you, you would barely be able to hold his gaze, and although it still embarrassed you, mostly during sex, you had gotten better.

And Michael didn’t mind the little blush on your cheeks.

He actually cherished it.

“I showed no concern for my own physical and mental health, letting those two idiots…” Michael’s grin grew bigger, since before him you wouldn’t have even brought yourself to think even something remotely wrong about your colleagues, but he had influenced you, in some way…

… well it truly showed that he could corrupt even the purest of souls.

“Continue, (Y/N)”.

You trembled at the mention of your name, and he gently pushed a kiss onto your forehead: the stillness in his movement acting as some kind of calm before the storm.

“… and I let them bully me, and most importantly I acted as if it was my fault for every mistake they had done, hence apologizing uselessly and degrading myself to a position that doesn’t belong to me”.

“What is your natural position, lovely?” he asked and grabbed strongly onto your chin, making you face him, feeling the slight warmth of your heated cheeks.

“By your side, on your lap or down on my knees…” you replied, without thinking, something that pleased Michael to his oblivion, since he was rather glad that his pet knew her place “… solely belonging to you”.

“That is a good answer, sweetheart” he mumbled, but his gaze didn’t show any kind of mercy and he didn’t help you in the slightest as you pushed yourself to face the desk, moving your body so that your arms could rest onto it, meanwhile you moved away from Michael’s lap, pushing your toes to meet the ground and stay there.

Then your spread your thighs, although you didn’t dare to remove your skirt.

It was a frilly thing that Michael had gotten you for a day-event you had attended with him.

He hadn’t minded too much about the design or the price the most important thing to him was the easy access of the entire thing, barely needing for Michael to raise it and push your underwear apart to enter you.

…had you worn panties.

Which didn’t happen today.

Michael snickered at your improper condition and gently mouthed a small kiss onto your shoulder, over the silky fabric of your blouse, and then he blew some soothing air in your ear, making you shiver, the perfect occasion for him to remind you to stay still.

“I’ll need you to count…” he whispered in your ear, gently palming your perfect ass, a little lighter than the rest of your body, almost as a proof of your innocence, which he couldn’t wait to taint “… or I’ll lose the count and end up being a bit too rough, understood, lovely?”.

You nodded, but to Michael it wasn’t enough and pulled again on your hair.

“… yes, sir” you mumbled, and he welcomed your obedience with a caress on your lower back, which, although had some kind of calming effect, it didn’t make you less aware of what was going to happen.

“They’ll be fifteen slaps” he explained to you, meanwhile he got the skirt completely out of the way and you gripped onto the edge of his desk “… one for each time you said ‘sorry’, today“.

You rolled your eyes (you were almost thankful that he couldn’t see your face) at the thought that he had actually counted them.

You knew it pissed him off, but you didn’t expect him to get this serious about it, although it all worked in your favor, seeing as you could already feel wetness between your thighs and arousal pool in your stomach, making you quite excited.

You already knew it would have been a tough session, it always happened when you weren’t roleplaying.

But you were ready for it.

You almost ached for it.

“Understood, sir”.

The first slap was always the hardest one, and not because Michael could be vicious, but more because of the surprise effect it always had, not matter the fact that you knew it would be coming.

You swallowed and Michael hung his hand back, waiting for your response which came in a low squeal, mumbling “one” and a “thank you, sir”.

He smirked satisfied and leaned closer to you, who immediately shifted lightly away from him, again for the surprise and anxiety than for the actual hurt, which was soothed by his big hand, gently palming it.

“Good girl…” he mumbled in your ear, before he laid there a kiss, his hair tickling your shoulder.

The praise and the tickling sensation made you giggle, but another slap shushed you, pushing you further away on the desk.

The came an another.

And a fourth one.

Fifth and sixth where were you got used to the feeling, the constant burn of your ass, dulling a bit the following hits, meanwhile wetness kept on dribbling from your cunt

As you went to reach your tenth slap, you were lightly overwhelmed, since Michael had slapped your cunt instead of your ass, on the previous, making you yelp at the pleasurable pain and you were sure that one of your manicured nail had etched itself on his desk, at the sudden wave of pleasure.

You tried to calm your breath but the tenth was too sudden, again hitting your clit and setting it on fire and you screamed more out of instinct than actual thought:

“Yellow”.

Yellow was the color to make Michael slow down and he did, gently pushing himself away from you, meanwhile you took some deep breaths, trying to shift away your focus from your cunt and ass, both aching, but for different reason, hence making you even more confused and overwhelmed.

Michael brushed some strands of hair away from your face and solely in that moment you realized they were drenched with sweat, and your bottom lip being not only swollen from your compulsive biting, but also wet due to the saliva that had gotten on it.

“Was it too much” he asked, trying to keep his tone even and neutral.

He wanted to seem distanced, as he always did when you would either say your safe-word.

He thought that he could pretend he didn’t care, but you knew all too well he did.

He would hug you a bit too tight after those session, worried that you might run away.

“No, I just need a breather” you commented as soon as you regained your voice, calming yourself from the messy sensations going through your body, trying to focus on regaining control over it, meanwhile Michael gently caressed your back.

“I am ok, you can start again, sir” you commented once you felt comfortable again, gently setting down so that you wouldn’t get stabbed in the stomach by Michael’s laptop onto the desk.

He set himself up behind you, again, but before he went on to carry on the rest of the punishment he pulled you against him and not only you felt his breath against your ear, but you understood that you weren’t the only one affected by this situation, feeling him gently press his hard length against you.

“Do I have to avoid something, (YN)?” again your name meant that he was serious, and you just shook your head, but Michael needed again vocal confirmation.

“No, I am fine” and when he searched your eyes, you added “... seriously”.

At the start of your relationship you had used the harsh sex and the punishments as a way to cope with some awful things that had been going through you, hence it had been extremely painful for you, enough that although you should have safe-worded, you hadn’t.

This had reached a point that broke you internally, and Michael had known it…

… and he had brought you back from it.

He knew that he was supposed to be happy of your broken and corrupted soul, but he had realized that you didn’t deserve it.

And that was the moment he had realized that he loved you.

And would cherish you and protect you to the end of the world.

“… then you have five more, don’t you”.

You nodded your head eagerly, opening your mouth to answer him and he made you close it with a harsh slap, although he avoided your cunt this time, hitting the fullness of your blossom, so the hit was less painful.

The twelfth wasn’t, since he hit were the skin was more red and hurt, and you were sure that his handprint would already show on your ass and they would remain for even the following day.

You didn’t mind it.

The thirteenth was also strong and the fourteenth was slowed only by Michael’s own hand hurting, and it stilled on your ass, slowly moving to cup your cunt, making you gasp lowly and you closed your eyes at the sudden sensation of pleasure, already ready for the fifteenth slap to end this torment.

Would you have to beg Michael for the sweet release, or would he have given it to you as a reward?

“Sometimes I wonder whether I am truly punishing or indulging your little flaws” he mumbled, against your ear.

You could feel his hand being left in the air, halfway through meeting your ass, and you closed your eyes, squeezing them together, already ready for the pain.

But the fifteenth slap was a simple pat on your ass.

Which didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt, since your ass was irritated and swollen, but wasn’t what you expected, showing you a softness which was unusual with Michael, but you knew he held just for you.

It was what had brought you back after you had been thoroughly broken.

Michael wasn’t careful with you as a china-doll but he surely knew better than you your body.

“… but I also can’t deny that this has some kind of allure to me too” he said as he cupped your cunt and collected some wetness from there, swiftly turning you around and pushing you onto the desk, his laptop effectively burying and marking your back, but you didn’t care.

Not as Michael tasted you as if you were his favorite meal, gently swirling his tongue around his finger in a show of tongue that almost got impressed in your mind, and made you ignore his question.

This time a light tap was delivered to your thigh making you bite down onto your tongue and Michael sent you a harsh glare, although he did repeat what he asked of you.

“Why did I punish you pet?”.

“Because I put my health to risk, undervaluing myself” you knew it.

It was hard to fight that sense when you just felt so damn insecure all the time.

But slowly Michael was making it all better.

“It wasn’t you who was bad, was it?” he mumbled, gently pushing his fingers away from your thighs, moving onto your inner thighs, meanwhile he came closer enveloping you gently, being careful to avoid brushing your ass.

“No, it wasn’t me who was bad, it was my actions that were bad”.

“… and bad actions always have consequences” he finished softly, before he suddenly sank to his knees, between your thighs, a truly magical sight “… but good ones do also have some consequences. Are you ready pet for your reward?”.

Well this time, all you could say was “thank you”.

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Tagging some of the few that are on my taglist:

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[infernwetrust]

In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]

Summary: A recent change in your shift allows for you to have lunch with Michael at his brand new dealership.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Swearing. I think that’s about it.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: This idea came to me recently today lol. We all know Michael Langdon isn’t a stranger to a little office sex. I imagined this one with F&R Michael. Thank you for reading! -Juno

Michael walked around his dealership, hands clasped behind his back as he silently studied his employees at work. Not wanting Michael to always stress over his job as the anti-Christ, you convinced him to pursue something else that he was interested in. Why not start a business, he had thought. He decided that he would own a decent sized car lot, divided into 3 sections; luxury, middle-class, and pre-owned vehicles. The business took off well as he constantly won awards throughout the year whether it be for most sales or outstanding customer service.

He could feel the eyes burning into him as he walked passed, from employees and customers alike. He knew he was attractive. He knew that some of his workers wanted to screw him, but he paid their nasty thoughts no mind. He dressed in all black as usual. A black button up shirt that hugged his figure perfectly, tight black jeans, sporting the Michael Kors belt you had gotten him for his birthday, and his favorite pair of black dress shoes to go with it. He never went anywhere without wearing the platinum chain, which proudly displayed his last name, around his neck. That was also a gift from you.

His hands shifted behind his back and his thumb brushed against his wedding band, causing him smile a little bit as he finished walking the floor, returning to his office and taking a seat at his desk. He looked down at the wedding band, reminding himself of the passionate encounter that the two of you had shared a few nights ago.

"Michael..." you whispered against his lips as he lay comfortably between your legs.

"Hmm, my love?" he questioned, his blue eyes meeting yours, his lips not moving an inch away from yours.

"I want you to wear your ring while you make love to me. I want to see it. I want to be reminded of your commitment to me." He smiled against your lips because funny enough, it was something he always thought of too. Normally he would take it off to avoid it flying off his finger due to any sudden hand movements while the two of you got lost in each other.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"I have your weekly sales report, Mr. Langdon." his lovely Ms. Mead said, walking into his office and gently placing the folder on his desk. He smiled warmly at her, taking a bite of his now cold bagel before moving the folder closer to him. It was only right that he made her head of the financials. She was so good with numbers and always had Michael's files correctly placed together.

"Now you know you don't have to call me that." he said to her. "Michael, Mike, even son, works just fine for me."

"I know." she said. "But we're in your place of business, my dear. I will always address you with respect."

"You're too good to me, you know that?" All she could do was smile. "Took care of me when no one else would, never left my side, always provided for me. I won't ever be able to thank you enough." She was going to say something else when Michael's front desk receptionist walked into his office, his shirt drenched in coffee.

"Jeremy what the fuck happened to you?"Michael questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as one of his first impression's of his establishment was now completely a mess. "You can't fucking greet people like that. What type of business do you think I'm running here?"

"There's a woman, in the lobby." he began, out of breath. "She keeps demanding that I direct you to her office and that she's your wife. I think she's crazy, but I tried letting her know that you're a very busy man and that she'd have to call in advance to meet with you, but she wouldn't take no for an answer." A smile crept its way across Michael's face as he snapped his fingers, restoring Jeremy's outfit back to its original state. Yup. That was you.

"Yeah, that sounds like my wife." Michael said, grinning alongside Ms. Mead. "Perhaps you should of listened to her the first time."

"But sir, I was just trying to-,"

"Ah ah. I've heard enough. Walk her back here and make sure you get nothing else thrown on you for the rest of the day or your fired. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir." Jeremy said lowly, turning to exit Michael's office and get you.

"These fucking new hires, huh?" Michael questioned, looking at Ms. Mead.

"You let Jeff and Mutt do the hiring when you really should pass that job along to Gallant. He would make sure the right people were working here."

"That he would. That he would..." Michael agreed, rubbing underneath his chin. And then you walked into the room. With a recent shift change, you now got off at 2PM, which means you were able to meet Michael for his lunches that he took at 2:30. He stared at you, smiling devilishly, running his fingers across his bottom lip.

"You're lucky I don't fire you my fucking self." you said to Jeremy as he escorted you in.

"My apologies, Mrs. Langdon." he said, with his head low.

"Yeah, whatever. You can get out now." He wasted no time, quickly leaving the room, accidentally bumping into the side of the door, causing the 3 of you to giggle. "Ugh, Michael, don't tell me you're still chewing on that bagel I sent you to work with." You walked over to his desk, engulfing Ms. Mead into a tight hug, which she gladly returned before planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I'll leave you two, to it." she said, giving Michael a nod before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Why so bossy today?" Michael questioned, sitting up in his chair and resting his hands on his desk, admiring your unique figure.

"Between work today and your stupid front desk agent, I'm just ready to eat lunch with you and for you to come home."

"It was that bad today?"

"If I could throw my computer out of the window with no consequences, I would." Michael chuckled, grabbing his bag of Panera Bread. You knew his favorite. Turkey Bacon Bravo, with avocado, extra, extra, avocado. Cheddar Broccoli soup and a Coke.

"You and me both, my Queen." Michael grabbed a remote, the one that control the shades in his office. He lowered them, half way, just so that no one walking by would be able to peak in at the two of you. "Staying with me until I get off at 5 or do you just want to take my car and go home and then come back for me?”

"You know I am. I've missed you terribly today."

"Is that why my front desk boy ended up covered in coffee?" The two of you looked at each other with a grin. "A temper just like mine. Mrs. Langdon, I love it, just as much as I love you."

"I love you too." you responded. "My temper is how I keep things in order."

"Mmmm." Michael hummed. "Tell me about it."

After lunch, Michael returned to his duties, going over his sales reports, moving things where they needed to go, and sending out emails and reminders. You loved watching him work. You loved how fast his fingers moved a crossed the keys and how his gaze never broke away from the task at hand. You were mainly focused on his outfit choice for today. You had no idea he would be leaving the house in an outfit that pointed out ALL of his features. Though he was soft, you could still see the full outline of his length through his jeans when he sat down. His chest, outlined against his shirt perfectly, you could just make out his nipples. The size of Michael's thighs drove you insane, that you couldn't help but come over in the chair you were sitting in and start rubbing them.

His focus still didn't break and while you knew he preferred to stay focused on his work, today it didn't seem like he cared. He allowed you to rub his thigh, his breathing slightly increasing as he typed up a inventory report. When he paused for a moment, wanting to crack his knuckles, you took the opportunity to spin his chair around so that it was facing you. The both of you immediately made eye contact, but no words were spoken. You could read his face and he could read yours. You were both on on the same page. He grabbed another remote, this time the stereo remote, turning it on, leaving the music at a reasonable volume.

Your hands were already fumbling with his belt as you got it unclasped. You quickly unbuttoned his jeans, Michael kicking off his shoes and moving them to the side. You pulled them down, bringing his boxers down with his, revealing his semi-hard cock. And all you did was touch him. You knew how much Michael craved you, both intimately and non-intimately. He was weak underneath your touch most of the time. You got on your knees in front of him, hands on his thighs as you slowly took him into your mouth. He let out a Godly sigh, leaning his head back as you got to work on him.

"Ssssh." you said, popping him out of your mouth. "It seems to be a busy day for you. You don't want your customers to know what's going on behind your office doors do you?"

"And what if I do?" Michael questioned, his cock twitching from missing your mouth.

"Well let's pretend you don't. No noises. Can you do that for me, daddy?" Michael's jaw clenched at the name and he bit his lip slightly. Silent Michael was sight to see. While extremely audible Michael was one of your favorites, nothing beat looking up at him and watching as he expressed his pleasure with his face and body.

You took him back into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down on his length. Michael's jaw dropped. He desperately wanted to moan. He wanted you to know how good you were making him feel, but he kept it quiet. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off you. He didn't bother to take it off, his chest and torso for the most part exposed, his chain landing perfectly in the middle of chest. You licked up and down the sides of his shaft, using your hand to stroke circles around his spit glazed tip. The sound of the wetness drove the both of you crazy. Your own arousal soaked through your panties.

Putting him back in your mouth, you sucked on just his tip, using both of your hands to stroke the rest of his length. Looking up at him, he looked so beautiful. He was breathing heavily as he peered back down at you, running his hand through his hair, his hips starting to thrust upwards in your hand to try and match your pace. His foot found its way between your legs and using his big toe, he slowly rubbed it across your clit, causing you to moan lowly around him, the vibrations ripping through him.

You were sucking faster now, moving your hands faster. He gripped both sides of his office chair, before deciding to let them go, wanting his hands wrapped up in your hair instead. You moved your hands, knowing what he was wanting to do. Welcoming it. And you loved watching him do it too. His thrusts in your mouth started off slow and gently, before they became rough and fast. You looked up at Michael again, who was now breathing so rapidly you thought that maybe he could be hyperventilating. You could see him mouthing the word fuck over and over and over.

He stood up abruptly, pulling you up with him before smashing his lips onto yours, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth, the two of you fighting for dominance. He was quick to rid you of your clothes before pulling his shirt all the way off. With a quick wave of his hand, everything that was now on his desk, was on his office sofa, neatly stacked so that he could return to it lately. He picked you up, setting you down on his desk.

"Now can you do the same for me?" he asked, quickly sliding into you, catching you off guard. Sensing your impending loud moan he quickly put a hand over your mouth. "No noises yes? Or I'll stop and we'll have to finish this at home." You nodded against his hand and he slowly moved in and out of you at a rhythmic pace. You pulled him by the back of his neck, closer to you, putting your lips directly against his ear. His hands roamed all over you, squeezing your breasts, playing with your nipples as he gradually increased the pace at which he fucked you. Your hands travelled up and down his back when suddenly he grabbed them, pinning them above your head.

You swore the desk was inching farther and farther away from the area it resided in as he now pounded into you relentlessly and you could help but let out a cry of pleasure, or at least you tried to, but Michael knew you all to well. He used his powers to keep you quiet, your mouth wanting to make noise, but nothing but breaths and pants coming out.

"Poor, girl." Michael said between breaths. "Dishing out challenges you can't even do yourself. Now look, I have to use my powers to keep your mouth shut. Pathetic. You enjoy being my little office toy?" You nodded vigorously. Not only had your shift change allowed you to have lunch with Michael, but it was just the fact that you were now able to spend the rest of his work filled day with him, sex or no sex.

"That's what I thought." he continued, his pounding becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his climax, you not following too far behind. When he let your hands go, they immediately found their way to his hair, giving it a sharp tug to which he inhaled sharply to stop himself from cursing. You grabbed him by his throat, pulling him back down towards you as you neared your orgasm, foreheads pressed against each other with nothing but pure love and lust in the both of your eyes.

You let go first, squirming violently against Michael, who sloppily kissed you following his own release shortly after, breathing and panting loudly in each other's mouths. You both rode out your orgasms until the pleasure was completely gone.

"This shift change is going to be so much fun." Michael said as he rested his face in your neck.

"So much fun, Mr. Langdon. So much fun." you said back.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @theneverendinghunger

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-- masterlist -- archived, 2020

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single fandom I’ve written for so far. If [mature] or [suggestive] is present in the title/post, 18+ only. If you’re looin for y/n here, you won’t really  find it. I prefer to use oc’s in writing most of the time because it’s easier for me.

** the titles in bold and not linked I either haven’t written or I’ve lost the link for. jsyk. I do that so that when/if I get around to writing something, it’s already got a place. It’s weird, I’m weird.**

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

--𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ 1984 ]

 xavier plympton - cherry popped | spring | mature.

--ℂ𝕊𝕀

[ Miami ]

eric delko - tba | fall/winter | mature.

tim speedle - perfect | spring | mature.

[ Vegas ]

greg sanders - tba | fall/winter | mature.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Avengers ]

bucky barnes - slippery when wet | winter | mature.

captain america - choke me | winter | suggestive.

pietro maximoff - faster, baby | spring | mature.

[ Guardians Of The Galaxy ] 

starlord - eat me | spring | mature.

[ Venom ]

eddie brock - milf isn’t a bad word | spring | mature.

-- ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖

archie andrews - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jughead jones - tba | summer/fall | mature.

reggie mantle - yours  | summer | mature.

sweet pea - selfish | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - needed me | spring | mature.

--𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘��

billy hargrove - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jonathan byers - surrender | summer | mature.

steve harrington - wet | summer | mature.

steve harrington - disaster | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

dean winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

kevin tran - tba | fall / winter | suggestive.

sam winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

embry call - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jacob black - found you | spring | mature.

paul lahote - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

matt saracen, remember you young by thomas rhett | angst & fluff / reunion

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

jonathan byers, i think i love you | fluff. two best friends admitting their feelings for each other. an au take on my oc pairing with Steve Harrington, so an au of an au oops rip.

steve harrington, blindsided | fluff and awkward cute first kisses,ftw.

-- 𝟙𝟚 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝟛: 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕕𝕠����𝕟

jon shaw - galentines / be my valentine - ex lovers, drinking tw, intense fluff.

-- 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ Apocalypse ]

michael langdon - moon dance - a witch and her dance under the moon captivates Michael Langdon. sexual tension, ftw.

-- 𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Legends Of Tomorrow ]

ray palmer - back where you came from - time travel, mutual crushes

ray palmer - bachlorette party gone wrong or right - flirty first meeting at a bachelor party

ray palmer - villainesses want heroes - a good guy with a bad girl? more likely than you think. 

-- ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜

 dennis zalewski - photo booth montage - angst / hurt comfort, major character death & mourning, ghosts.

the kid / henry deaver - you were different - alternate universe personas reunite, intense makeout ensues.

--𝔻ℂ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Suicide Squad ] 

captain boomerang - expecting someone taller - first date / blind date.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

 landry clarke - if i only had a brain | someday my prince will come - tutor turned friend turned crush. kissing and stuff.

tim riggins - wedding bell blues | so this is love - a wedding brings two people closer and the end result is Riggins, settling down.

tim riggins - voice like honey - tim flirting with a new girl in Dillon? the chances are more likely than you think.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Avengers ] 

bucky barnes - girls,girls,girls - bucky’s omega likes to dance. and to offer herself up as bait. bucky doesn’t like this... intense heated conversation ensues.

captain america - no selfies in the bathroom please? - oh, nothing but Steve Rogers and an OC flirting over the phone. Innuendo towards the end if you squint.

[ Punisher]

 frank castle - patient of the week - patching up Frank isn’t the only thing she longs to do. A kiss is shared.

-- 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

lip gallagher - wedding crasher | the nanny and the professor - lip and his girl and their ups and downs. They go from him crashing her wedding drunk to the two having a night of domestic bliss.. and a kid. mildly suggestive the second part is.

-- 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - crow flies | rough rider | treat you as good as my leather - snippets from the relationship between juice and my OC, Hazel Teller.

juice ortiz - glass houses | throwing stones - more from relationship between Juice Ortiz and Hazel Teller, tbh. 

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - let the days go by - flashbacks to a first meeting as an OC mourns Billy’s supposed death post S3.

jonathan byers - should’ve been a better shot - Tommy H’s girlfriend (not Carol, an oc) is getting more than a little sick of being Tommy’s property. Kissing Jonathan Byers seems like a good way to end that and to let jonathan know that she likes him a lot. Fluff/humor, warnings of Tommy H being his usual asshole douchenozzle self.

steve harrington - glass houses | throwing stones, this is set in the now main au timeline I have for Steve Harrington and my original character Charlotte Granger.

-- 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

crowley - the witching hour - just a father/daughter heart to heart with Poppy. family bonding ftw. [ goes with pop goes my heart tangentially]

dean winchester - pop goes my heart - poppy gets under his skin in all the wrong ways AND all the right ones. 

dean winchester - gingerbread family - the boys find themselves waking up to Christmas as a totally normal family. How will they react to the things they find themselves able to do at last?

sam winchester - heaven knows - his guardian angel only wanted to protect him. now she’s been banished to earth and she’s mortal. and they wind up flirting / getting closer.

sam winchester - candy apple kisses | gingerbread family - sam never forgot about her. maybe that’s why as a result of a wish he and dean may or may not have both made, he wakes up to find himself married to her.

-- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

[ The following ones are all part of this huuuuge everchanging universe/storyline that I have with BOTH men, for my OC Evie. In some, she’s with Daryl, in others, Shane. They’re all wildly canon divergent and all over the place, lmao.]

daryl dixon - watch the world burn [married au] | a vision from a sugarplum fairy | garden by the sea  - a series of alternate takes / twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Daryl Dixon.

shane walsh - scream queen [reunited lovers au] | sweet morning rose | you and your high horse - a series of alternate takes/twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Shane Walsh.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

jacob black, one day more, angst | 

-- ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤

derek morgan x -being roommates with | 

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

sam wilson / falcon x - dating falcon | 

CSI MIAMI;

tim speedle [ d m y ] | [ b o u ] | [ c e k ] | j w x | l f | 

STAR WARS;

kylo ren [ k l r ] | 

CSI: Las Vegas;

t r o u b l e | greg sanders x Sidle!Sibling OFC, Belle | genres : suspense/action, romance / fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one | two | three pt1| three pt2 | four | five | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, attempted murder tw, murder mentions / crime mentions tw, eventual smut/sexual content tw, [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

CSI:Miami;

m i n e | tim speedle x former lover!OFC, Sylvie | genres : suspense/action, romance/fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one two pt 1 two pt 2 three three pt 2 ] | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, crime / stalker tw, other themes and eventual smut/sexual content tw, [discontinued to be rewritten]

Riverdale;

gangsta | sweetpea x Andrews!SiblingOFC, Alyssa | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, romance, slow burn | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten- eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut.. your typical high school overdramatic bs. Bit of an au because I only plan to loosely follow the series. | [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

Sons Of Anarchy;

home | juice ortiz x Teller!OFC, Hazelynn | genres: action / suspense, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, romance, smut | chapters: one - two - three - | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, heavy sexual tension, violence and other adult themes, alcohol / drugs / illegal activities, sex worker ofc tw, sexual content eventually | [ being rewritten to be reposted soonish ]

Stranger Things;

upside down | steve harrington x OFC, Jenny | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, friendship, fluff, action, | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut... your typical high school drama + science fiction-y type misadventures,lmaoo. | [discontinued to be rewritten]

[heavymetalover]

last updated 01/10/20

**all posts contain smut**

Xavier Plympton Masterlist:

One Shots:

Strangers In the Night (Xavier x fem reader)

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Michael Langdon Masterlist:

One Shots: 

All the Good Girls Go to Hell (F&R!Michael x fem reader)

The Hand That Feeds (Outpost!Michael x fem reader)

Heart-Shaped Box (Sojourn!Michael x fem reader)

Heresy (Hawthorne!Michael x fem reader)

Extended:

> Call Me Daddy (Stepdad!Michael x fem reader) <

PART I  //  PART II //  PART III

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Duncan Shepherd Masterlist: 

One Shots:

Coming Down (Duncan x fem reader)

[murderhousemichael]

Michael Langdon

RP sideblog for Michael Langdon. 18+ only. Don’t worry about the url, I’ll write as any form of Michael you prefer...

Outpost + Sojourn/grunge + F&R + Hawthorne + Murder House (Michael = 18!!) + other AU’s.

Bisexual switch

Open to any ships + storylines

DM for more details

✔️ smut • fluff • angst

❌ underage

[alphabetatoes]

my masterlist

its still a lil under construction but god BLESS im almost done

updated 3.16.19

A H S

~ michael langdon

    can't take the heat?

    not good enough

    show me how much you want me

    out of this world

    nightmares

    michael at a trampoline park hc's

    michael fingering reader under the dinner table (SMUT)

    jealous michael

    domestic michael

    michael and pregnant reader (1) (2)

    human!michael

    a game of chess

   michael and cocky reader (1) (2)

    cuddling with michael

    studying for midterms

    comforting michael

    sex in the outpost

    giving michael a massage

S T A R K I D

~ tgwdlm

    errands: a look into what happened the day emma brought prof hidgens his gorceries

    college!au: part one of a series I’m thinking of starting where the cast are all competing for roles in their drama department’s installment of Workin Boys (a new musical created by prof hidgens)

    alexa: my own timeline of events and a closer look into professor hidgens’ life before the apotheosis

D E H

~ jared kleinman

~ connor murphy

    waitress!reader (pt 1) (pt 2): headcanons inspired by waitress where connor meets reader at a diner and how things progress

~ misc    

    the lake house 

    locked in: 

    random bmc/deh hc's:

B M C

~ michael mell hc’s

M A R V E L

~ peter parker

   x reader hc’s: general headcanons for peter and reader

H O U S E  O F  C A R D S

~ duncan shepherd

    anything but political: start to a series where reader is claire underwood’s daughter and must engage in a fake relationship with duncan shepherd in order to help her mother’s political campaign

    this little game: one shot where reader and duncan engage in a game attempting to create drama at a gala, where they use their wits to catch crime in the act

    the gala:

[ahsbitch]

wait you take requests? awesome! does that mean you'll write, like, blurbs and stuff? bc i would Love just a quick smutty blurb/drabble/whatever with Michael and hickeys, if you wouldn't mind. I was thinking maybe F&R! or maybe Outpost! but it's totally up to you! do you write blurbs? if you don't take requests in this format then just completely disregard this ask lol

I’ve never actually written a blurb before (I tend to be kinda long winded lol) but! I’m absolutely willing to give it a shot any time someone wants one! I felt like I just had to go with Fire & Reign on this one, y’know? I hope this is what you were looking for!! (Is it even actually a blurb? IDK. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life) 

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Michael Langdon had a tendency to be a bit possessive.

After all, he was powerful. He was smart, magically gifted, for fuck’s sake he was the Antichrist, he was working on bringing about the end of the world. He was strong. He could fuck you up, majorly, if and when he wanted to.

You knew that, you did, and you knew how dangerous it was to mess with him, but fuck, it could just be so much fun.

Which was why you flirted with other men, on occasion.

Just for fun.

Just to see his reaction.

The general reaction? Angry.

“You think you’re pretty clever, do you?” Michael snarled, slamming you against his desk roughly, “You think it’s funny to act like a whore in front of the members of the Cooperative? My subordinates? What exactly do you hope to gain from that?”

You shrugged, knowing you probably shouldn’t say anything, but he held your hips tightly, grinding ever so slightly against, just enough to make you desperate, and you strained forward, nipping playfully at his throat, “I like knowing I have your full attention.”

He gave a derisive laugh, pulling away from you completely, his eyes glinting as he watched you slump back, “That’s it, huh? Attention? I’ll give you attention, and anyone who looks at you is gonna know that you are mine, you understand?” Whimpering, you nodded, allowing him to tug you to your feet and rip your dress off of you. Before you were sure what was happening, you were against the desk again, and Michael’s teeth were sunk into your neck.

“Fuck,” You hissed, digging your hands into his shoulders, “Not so hard, Michael!”

A growl rippled its way, from the back of his throat, and you trembled as it hit your skin, Michael becoming suddenly frantic, sucking deep purple hickeys into your skin, coating your throat, lining neatly along your collarbones, covering the soft swells of your breasts, which he massaged roughly as he worked, thumbs dancing over your nipples.

When he finally pulled away, there was a dangerous look still in his eyes as he placed his hands firmly on your hips, “I’m not sure what it is that gave you the impression that you were in charge, that you can make demands, but I assure you,” He flipped you around, pressing you forward so you bent over the desk, and dropped to his knees, all so quickly that it was dizzying, and he continued his attack on your thighs and ass, his tongue occasionally surging forward to give your pussy long, urgent licks, “You are completely at my mercy, my love.”

And you were at his mercy, you knew you were. You thought it to yourself, struggling to keep your mind from drifting off into a pleasure filled haze, your attempts to grind yourself against his face only resulting in you being pressed harder against the desk, surely decorating you with its own bruises against your hip bones.

He spoke occasionally, although his mouth was mostly busy, he murmured against your skin as he went, “You're mine, don’t forget that. Your body is mine. Your soul is mine. You think that acting like a desperate slut gets you more of my attention, but it doesn’t. You’re always in my head. Pathetic, needy thing, I’m sure you could cum just from this, just from my words and my mouth on your skin. I could make you cum with anything I do. I could kill you, fucking incinerate you, and it’d probably still get you all hot and bothered, wouldn’t it? You’re mine, and I’m gonna mark you up so that maybe now you’ll remember your fucking place.”

Michael’s thumbs danced once more, rolling along your clit as he worked, slowly moving his way upwards to a point about halfway up your back, up either side of your spine, and then finally you heard him tug at his zipper, pulling his hardened dick out of his pants and pushing into you all in one slick motion.

“Ah,” He sighed, rolling his nose against the juts of your spine, “That’s it. This is why I bother to keep you around.”

Setting a brutal pace, Michael pounded into you, thrusting deeper each time you let out a cry, relishing in the way you shrieked and wailed.

His mouth was not idle for long, meeting where the trail of hickeys had left off and making many more, and you wondered absently to yourself what exactly he was doing, why it felt like there was some type of pattern to his movements.

When Michael had finished, he pressed a kiss to the center of your back, and just when you were on the edge of bliss, he pulled himself out of you, jerking fervently until he came onto your back, the first hot gush hitting where his kiss had just been laid.

“Michael!” You cried, turning just in time to see him slipping his cock back into his boxers, “Really? You’re still mad?”

He chuckled, wrapping a hand around your waist to pull you close, a wolfish grin covering his face at the way you flinched at the contact with your fresh bruises, and he touched the corners of your lips with quick, fluttering kisses, “Not so much anymore. I’ve made a masterpiece. Besides, darling, were you really hoping to cum? You should know better,” He tutted, a taunting glimmer in his eyes, “And why should you even need to? You pleasured me. That should be enough pleasure for you, in and of itself, should it not?”

You rolled your eyes at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling away, “Whatever you say, Michael.”

A gold framed, full length mirror sat in the corner of Michael’s office, and as you caught a peek of your appearance-fuck, you were absolutely wrecked-you turned yourself to the side curiously, trying to see how the hickeys were painted across your skin.

You turned back to Michael, smiling, heart fluttering, when you realized that the chain of bruises, all brilliant shades of pinks and reds and purples and blues, formed a heart.

[holylangdon]

Masterlist

RULES (x)

UPDATED: 11/19/18

MURDER HOUSE

T A T E   L A N G D O N

Let’s Talk About Death

Sex With Tate Langdon*

Love Me Like You Do (SMUT)

About A Girl

Pregnancy

All Apologies

Kiss It Better

I Wanna Be Yours (SMUT)

Breed

Violet Forgiving Tate*

Asking You Out*

Violence (PLAYLIST)

Tate Having A Witch SO*

Small Things*

Dating Pre-Death Tate Langdon*

Count Me In (SIBLINGS)

Stop The World, I Wanna Get Off With You (SMUT)

Something In The Way

Past Lives

Getting High*

V I O L E T  H A R M O N

Female Robbery (SMUT)

Santa Baby

Violet Forgiving Tate*

The Cigarette Duet (PLAYLIST)

N O R A  M O N T G O M E R Y

Sex With Nora*

C H A R L E S  M O N T G O M E R Y

Dating Charles Montgomery*

ASYLUM

K I T   W A L K E R

Sex With Kit Walker *

Boyfriend Kit Walker*

L A N A   W I N T E R S

Sex With Lana Winters*

Unchained Melody (PLAYLIST)

Dating Lana Winters*

M A R Y  E U N I C E

Mary Eunice Having A Crush On You (Non-Possessed)*

Mary Eunice Dating A Taller SO (Possessed)*

COVEN

K Y L E   S P E N C E R

Youth

Shape of You (SMUT)

Nine In The Afternoon

Boyfriend Kyle Spencer*

Sex With Kyle Spencer 2.0*

Kyle W/ SO’s Boobs)*

Kyle’s Frat Brother Walking In During Sex*

What You Need (SMUT)

Poly Relationship W/ Kyle and Zoe*

Sex W/ Post-Death Kyle*

Girls Like Me (Scoliosis)

Couples Costumes on Halloween*

Spanking*

Overnight Sensation

I Didn’t Just Kiss Her (SMUT)

Sex With Post-Death #2*

Will He (ANGST)

Electric Feel

If That’s Not Love (FLUFF)

Z O E  B E N S O N

Poly Relationship W/ Kyle and Zoe*

Season of the Witch (PLAYLIST)

C O R D E L I A  G O O D E

Strangers

Dating Cordelia Goode*

It Takes Time (Mother!Cordelia w/ Cheating!Michael)

M A D I S O N   M O N T G O M E R Y

Girlfriend Madison Montgomery*

M I S T Y  D A Y

Stars (SMUT)

Dating Misty Day*

Halloween w/ Misty Day*

Remedy For A Broken Heart

FREAKSHOW

J I M M Y  D A R L I N G

Sex With Jimmy Darling*

Boyfriend Jimmy Darling*

Shy!Reader x Jimmy*

Drops Of Jupiter (SMUT)

SO Having Scars On Their Face

Kisses in The Wind (SMUT)

D A N D Y  M O T T

Sex w/ Dandy Mott*

E L S A  M A R S 

Being Elsa Mars’ Daughter*

HOTEL

J A M E S  M A R C H

Jealousy

Ready Or Not

Boyfriend James March*

Teenager James March*

Good Mourning

Marrying James March*

SO Being A Singer*

SO Being Drunk*

Finding Out His SO Is Pregnant*

Finding His Back Scars*

Lover To Lover (SMUT)

T H E   C O U N T E S S

Angel On Fire (w/ Donovan)

Heartbreak Hotel (PLAYLIST)

Dating The Countess*

D O N O V A N

Come As You Are

Angel On Fire (w/ The Countess)

Sex With Donovan*

Turning His S/O*

S A L L Y   M C K E N N A

Sex With Sally McKenna*

T R I S T A N  D U F F Y

Sex With Tristan Duffy*

Boyfriend Tristan Duffy*

Marrying/Honeymoon With Tristan Duffy*

ROANOKE

R O R Y  M O N A H A N

Dating Rory Monahan*

CULT

K A I  A N D E R S O N

Sex With Kai Anderson*

Dating Kai Anderson*

W I N T E R  A N D E R S O N

Let It Go

Flesh To Flesh (SMUT)

Moonlit Majesty (SMUT)

Dating Winter Anderson*

APOCALYPSE

M I C H A E L  L A N G D O N

Little Hell (SMUT)

The Michael Thing For Kyra (FLUFF)

Hell is Too Close (SMUT)

Do You Wonder (FLUFF)

Dealing With The Devil (LIGHT NSFW)

To Hell With The Devil (SMUT)

1: Loving Someone / 2: Somebody Else / 3: Love Me

NSFW Alphabet*

Pleaser (Priest!AU, SMUT)

Baby, You’re a Haunted House (SMUT)

Psycho Killer (SMUT)

Strange Magic 

Drunk On Halloween (SMUT)

Black Magic Woman (Afflicted!AU)

Cling To Me 

Sex w/ Michael Langdon*

Dating Michael Langdon*

First Wonder (Male!Reader SMUT)

M A L L O R Y

Nearly Witches (FLUFF)

House of The Rising Sun

T H E  E V A N S

How They Would Sound In Bed*

Taking Your Virginity*

What They Would Dress Up As On Halloween*

On Halloween*

Tattoos*

How They Would Wake Their SO*

How They Would React To Their SO Fighting Someone*

[ahsbitch]

50 for mikey pwease💖- michaellangdonstanaccount

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stay still, You thought to yourself, taking shallow breaths through your nose, Stay still.

“You’re such a good cock warmer,” Michael purred, bringing one hand down to stroke down your cheek tenderly, before giving you a harsh slap. You let out a whine at the feeling and then in a moment his fingers were in your hair, tugging your head back so that he could look you in the face, “Quiet, pet. Making noise is just as bad as moving.”

Sorry, You thought as loudly as you could, hoping that he would hear your thoughts, and he gave you a snarling smile as he pulled his hand from your hair, your head dropping back into position. 

The tip of his cock brushed your throat at the shift, almost making you gag. You flexed the muscles in your arms, which were tied behind your back, to concentrate on not moving. 

You’d been on your knees like this for an hour, ankles and wrists bound, focusing solely on holding Michael in your mouth.

He looked like an angel from this position, like a god, your vision prickled at the edge with tears from holding your mouth open so wide and from so long, the light behind his head making him glow. He was reading, occasionally sipping wine and snacking. For most of the time he had been silent, acting as though he didn’t even realize you were there, although every once in a while he would scratch the top of your head gently, much like you were a cat perched in his lap. 

He’s so pretty.

“You look so pretty,” He told you, as though he’d just read your mind, and in fact he probably had, “This should be your full time job. What else do you really need to be doing with your life?”

Nothing, Straining your muscles to keep from moving, you almost let out a gasp when Michael’s magic started to dance along your skin. 

“Naked and tied up and doing exactly what you’re told. You’re a good girl, do you know that? A good little pet for me.”

You certainly hoped so. 

The magic, the feeling of soft touches just barely present, began to spread. It rolled across your nipples, buzzed your neck and collarbones, drifted lazily down your thighs. 

“I think you deserve a reward for being so good for me,” Michael’s eyes were piercing, although you weren’t looking at his face anymore you could feel his hot and heavy gaze on you, “Do you think you deserve a reward, pet?”

No, Desperately, you flexed your thighs as the magic began to stroke against your clit, trying desperately to keep yourself still, No, you didn’t deserve a reward. Didn’t deserve anything, didn’t even deserve to be in Michael’s very presence. Didn’t deserve to even look at him, much less touch him, much less get the pleasure of holding his dick in your mouth. You did it because he needed to relax, because you were desperate to please him, desperate to make him feel good, but you didn’t deserve it or anything else. 

The magic was moving faster, beginning to spread down to your entrance, the pressure on your clit increasing ever so slightly, vibrating wildly. 

Michael’s hand drifted down to your throat, squeezing it gently, his thumb stroking over the small bulge that came from his cock, “If I let you move your arms and legs, you’ll still hold your mouth still, won’t you?”

Of course.

He snapped, and you rolled your ankles although you stayed on your knees, and you did your best to stretch out your arms and shoulders while keeping your neck and head in place. 

You shifted ever so slightly and Michael’s grip tightened, the magic that was starting to creep toward your g-spot, making you tremble, disappeared suddenly, “Stay still.”

Sorry.

The magic was back, more forceful this time, and you let out a slow and croaky moan in spite of yourself.

Fuck.

Gone again, and Michael looked disgusted, “You were doing so well for me before, and now you can’t even follow basic instructions? I’m disappointed, pet.”

You were crying before you knew it, tears dripping down your cheeks, and you squeezed your fingers around your hips to bring yourself back to the present.

“Tears?” Michael tsked, crooning mockingly, “You’re weeping from both your eyes and your pussy now, I know you are, I’ve been able to smell you this whole time. I wasn’t going to say anything, of course, but you’re just so desperate for me. You’re dripping, aren’t you? Making a big mess? Are you prepared to have to clean that up later? Silly little pet, it’s okay, calm your tears. I’ll give you another chance to make it up to me, to make me proud.”

Perking up at that, you blinked the tears out of your eyes desperately. You would do anything if it meant he was proud of you. 

The magic was back once more, inside you and against your clit and over your breasts and touching every single sensitive part of your body, moving fast, pressure dark and hot, and once again you constricted your muscles to try and keep from losing track of things, letting yourself move.

“Five minutes, with my magic touching you for me. If you cum, if you move your head, if you make a noise, you’ll have to be punished. But if you can keep being good for me, you’ll get the reward of your life, my sweet pet. Are you ready?”

Readier than you’d ever been. 

[langdxn]

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.” w/ F&R! Michael.

Oh my ovaries 💥💥 Thank you for this major girl boner, anon!

With a stack of Cooperative paperwork on Outpost construction and a number of unread emails from Mutt and Jeff at Kineros Robotics, you safely assumed Michael wouldn’t even notice you sneaking out for a friend’s housewarming party.

Casting a brief glance in his direction, his eyes idly flicking from line to line on a page of endless text on his laptop, you skirted past his office toward the front door.

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home, I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

Shit.

What gave you away? Was it the clanking of your Jimmy Choos on the immaculately polished floorboards? Was it your keys jangling as you picked them up from the sideboard? Or was it simply his intuition?

You froze at the door, mouth agape as you processed his words.

“Wha—what was that honey?” You called out innocently, slowly stepping back toward the office doorway.

“You heard me just fine, Mrs Langdon.”

Emerging before him, you leaned dramatically against the doorframe, one leg propped up against the wood so your crimson silk dress flowed over your knee. You grasped a handful of the cool material, holding it in front of you.

“What’s wrong with this, dear husband?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” his honey-like tone dripped slowly as he raised from his desk and stepped toward you. “Quite the contrary.”

He paced closer with his hands clasped behind his back, expensive boots chinking with every footfall before he stopped an inch from you , lips hovering against yours and his soft breaths grazing your cheeks. He stared at every inch of your face, intently observing the layers of flawless makeup and tilting his head to examine closer.

“Red eyeshadow,” he described, glaring at the curve of your nose up to your brow accented by a brilliant scarlet shadow. “Interesting.”

“It’s... something I’m trying out,” you nervously shifted your feet, awaiting his next observation. He raised a hand to pinch your chin and lift your head up for a closer inspection, this time his glare fell on your ruby red lipstick. Tugging gently on your chin to open your mouth, Michael moaned under his breath as he watched your lips form a relaxed ‘O’ shape.

“I think this would look better wrapped around my cock,” he hummed. “Don’t you?”

You nodded weakly as your gaze locked with his, those familiar baby blues boring into your soul as his hand trailed down to the valley of your breasts. Your breaths became sharp and staccato, straining to ignore the temptation to discard your plans and pin Michael down to his desk for the rest of the evening. Sliding his light fingertips over your silken dress, Michael’s tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“This would look much nicer hanging from the chandelier, wouldn’t you say darling?”

Clearing your throat and nodding again as your back arched into his touch, his hand traversed agonisingly slowly down to your hips, pausing tentatively for a moment as his fingers rested in the curves of your skin that he was so familiar holding. He blinked frantically, hoping you hadn’t seen the temporary chink in his armour. His palms brushed down to grasp the hem of your dress, hitching it up in one fluid motion enabling his fingertips to trail towards your heat.

Your one defence from his electric touch were the black lace panties you selected that afternoon, the very same pair Michael found instantly irresistible whenever he caught you wearing them.

“Michael...”

You swallowed hard and panted rapidly as he lifted your dress to see your underwear, anticipating a passionate clinch with Michael taking you there and then against the doorway. Instead, as his gaze fell on the lace, already dampened beneath your entrance, he dropped your dress and stepped back while the silk tumbled to your knees and swirled idly.

“I trust you’ll have a pleasant evening, Mrs Langdon.” Michael’s stern tone accompanied his hands returning to clasp behind his back. “Call me when you plan on returning and I’ll have a car pick you up.”

You froze on the spot, glaring at Michael as he left you hanging, practically dripping from his advances.

“Uh—umm, okay...” you sighed despondently, flattening your dress and preparing to walk out with your head dipped low.

“Oh and darling,” Michael added as you turned you on your heels to see him sinking into his office chair.

“Make sure you’re not wearing those panties when you walk back through this door.”

[langdxn]

Okay, I have a request: smut with reader, Michael and Duncan and the breeding kink of both!!

Oops this is 2k words long but I was having a little too much fun! Thank you so goddamn much anon, this request was beyond amazing 🖤🖤🖤

Of course, the Shepherds sold their souls to Satan in exchange for salvation when the end of days came to pass. Annette revelled in the privilege that membership of the Cooperative provided — relocating from DC to Outpost 3 would simply have to be an agreeable move for her clan when the apocalypse came knocking.

To give thanks for their fortunate situation, the Shepherds hosted a formal gala for their fellow soon-to-be survivors and their saviours. One of the final times you would have to entertain republicans and Satanists together, at least above ground anyway, you decided now was the right time to bring your unconventional relationship with a Shepherd and the Antichrist out of the shadows of masked Cooperative meetings.

As Ms Underwood excused herself from your company, cradling her swelling bump, Duncan swallowed harshly and cinched you into him by the waist. His fingertips dipped protectively into the red dress draped over your figure, a gown your two boys deliberated over for many hours before you left your apartment that morning. Somehow, you’d managed to land the two most well-dressed men this side of the moon and they almost revelled in deciding your attire for you. If it were up to you, jeans and a t shirt would suffice. Luckily enough, it wasn’t up to you.

“What’s the matter, Shepherd?” You asked with a forced smile for your company, breathing a sigh of relief as the President drew further and further from earshot. The blonde made her way over to Michael, currently circulating with a group of republicans with Ms Mead in tow.

Duncan’s hand landed with purpose on your silk-covered abdomen, fingers spread wide over the plane of your stomach. Gazing up at you beneath lust-hooded eyes, his piercing blue eyes consumed the sight of you before him - glamorous, sophisticated, flawless.

“Can we try for a baby?”

Your neck craned back slightly, computing his question.

“You mean that?” Your response was admittedly quite loaded, testing the waters in case Duncan was joking.

“More than anything,” he husked, leaning forward to bump foreheads with you as you both gazed at his hand fixed to your stomach. His silent contemplation as he skimmed his fingertips over the silk spoke louder than any words that could leave a Shepherd’s tongue.

“What about Annette?” You sighed deeply, your hopes dashed by your realisation that your relationship would never be accepted by Duncan’s supposed family.

“Her opinion doesn’t matter, she’s not even my mother. Besides, she’s always wanted grandchildren, biological or not.”

“What about Michael? What do we tell him?”

Duncan’s head drooped.

“I—I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. I’ll think of something, we could talk it over when we get home tonight?”

Glimpsing Michael leaving Ms Mead’s side from the corner of your eye, you hurriedly composed yourself and batted away Duncan’s adoring hand.  Hands clasped behind his back, the handsome blonde made his way towards you with a grin creeping across his lips.

“You two look thick as thieves over here,” Michael jested, leaning in to plant a peck on your cheek before curling his arm around your waist, resting on Duncan’s. “What have I missed?”

“N—nothing,” you stuttered, flattening the silk over your stomach. “We were saying how well Ms Underwood looks tonight.”

“Yes, she does,” Michael glanced back to the President as she made idle small talk with Ms Mead, hand resting on her bump. Michael’s gaze snapped back to you, then down to your flat stomach. “On that note, I have a proposition for you, kitten.”

Michael’s wide hand travelled to your abdomen, clutching at the valley of your pelvis.

“Can we have one?”

You shot a bemused look back at Duncan and the brunette reciprocated. You both snickered under your breath and looked back at Michael.

“What? Was it something I said?”

———

As you bundled into your shared apartment, Duncan impatiently pinned you against the front door, frantically traversing your body with determined hands. You melted into his manic touch as he skilfully slipped your dress straps down your arms, the once elegant ball gown reduced to a puddle of silk at your feet. Michael placed a concerned hand on Duncan’s shoulder, leaning into the gap between you.

“Mr Shepherd, do you seriously believe you’re going to get her pregnant up against a door? You really want us to explain that to our kids?”

Duncan let out a disgruntled huff, shrugging as he grabbed your bare thighs and hooked them around his waist to carry you to the bedroom.

“You know what, Michael? I can already tell you’re gonna be the boring dad.”

“Easy boys, or I’ll change my mind about bringing a baby into this family.” You chuckled softly against Duncan’s shoulder as he barged you both through the bedroom door, pointing a joking finger at the blonde pacing behind you.

“Now there’s no need for that, baby girl,” Michael sighed, fiddling with his belt and casting aside the expensive leather while unlacing his boots at the bedroom door. “He knows I love him, don’t you Dunc?”

Planting you gently down onto the sheets, Duncan nudged your thighs apart and stepped back to admire the vision of you beneath him.

“Of course I do, honey,” Duncan purred, standing aside while discarding his tuxedo jacket. “So much that I’m going to let him knock you up first.”

“How generous of you,” Michael chuckled, his dress pants pooling around his feet with a whoosh as he kneeled between your legs, reaching for a pillow to place under your hips while carefully sliding down your panties. “Are you comfortable, baby girl?”

Throat thickened with anticipation, you nodded weakly and curled your legs around Michael’s waist to draw him in.

“See, Duncan might be the forceful, impulsive one in the bedroom,” he muttered while littering kisses into the nape of your neck, hands gently reaching down to line himself up with your already dampened entrance. “But he doesn’t know much about conception.”

A tut came from the tall brunette beside you, shedding his pants and boxers before settling beside you and brushing your hair back from your face.

“Coming from the Antichrist who lost his virginity to the girl he’s now trying to impregnate,” Duncan snarked with a grin, lust-blown eyes fixed between your thighs as Michael’s tip softly nudged your folds open.

“Which means I’ll be a loyal father to our child,” Michael smiled down at you as he eased his rigid length into you with a deep grunt. “You’re going to be the most amazing mother.”

Back arching desperately into his languid motion, you hissed through clenched teeth with the delicious stretch of your walls around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” Michael moaned as his eyes roved to the ceiling, pouring himself inside you until he filled you completely. “We’ll need to stretch you out before you can push our baby out.”

As Michael maintained a passionate, rocking pace, your head threw back into the pillows and both hands grasped handfuls of the silken sheets beneath you, broken gasps blended with gentle mewls spilling from your tongue. A decided silence fell upon the room around your explicit moans, your sideways glance landed upon Duncan gazing blissfully at Michael making love to you, palming hungrily at his own rock hard member. You reached out to curl your fingers around his base and offer the brunette some relief, to which he jerked his hips into your touch and smiled through his frustration.

“You’re doing so well for daddy,” Duncan dipped to kiss you deeply, his stubble scratching a soft burn into your cheek. “Take his cum like a good girl and I’ll fill you up again afterwards.”

“Don’t worry Dunc,” Michael reassured between smooth curls of his hips. “Our girl’s so tight and fertile, I won’t be able to last much longer.”

Keening desperately, your free hand traversed the contours of Michael’s bare chest to quell the taut pressure building in your core.

“Please fill me up, Michael,” you purred softly, feeling the stirrings of his orgasm twitching through his length between your folds. “Give me everything, fuck a baby into me.”

“Oh fuck, baby,” Michael moaned, balling his fists into the pillow beside your head, a lust-blown glaze over his eyes as his thrusts sharpened furiously. “Keep talking like that and I’ll make sure you’re pregnant again as soon as our first baby arrives.”

Accepting his challenge willingly, you hooked your legs tightly around his waist and drew him flush to your chest.

“Keep fucking me like—like this and I’ll be begging you to get me pregnant for the rest of our lives.”

Cupping his face in your hands to pull him in for a deep kiss, you moaned gratuitously into his mouth as you gave in to your walls fluttering desperately around his length.

“Cum with me baby, knock me up.”

With an animalistic growl, the overwhelming pressure in Michael’s cock burst free, releasing rope after rope of hot cum deep inside your cunt. Duncan whimpered desperately as Michael’s hips stuttered frantically, the blonde eagerly riding through his climax as the slick sound of soaked, slapping skin accompanied his cum dribbling around his base.

“Fuck, we should give you a baby more often, baby girl,” Michael sighed contentedly as he slipped his cock out of your folds in sheer exhaustion, falling to the bed beside you as you lay spread open, his arousal seeping onto your thighs.

Duncan gasped, lunging forward to take his place between your spread legs and gliding the tip of his flushed cock through the white trails escaping your cunt.

“Langdon, you won’t knock her up at all if you waste your cum like that,” the brunette sighed, wasting no time pouring his coated length through your swollen entrance. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure you’re pregnant this time.”

Duncan’s thrusts were instantly jagged and fierce, having excited himself far too much watching Michael dominate you, who was now a panting, crumpled heap of limbs beside you planting sloppy, grateful kisses up your arm. The blonde reached down to your core and thumbed at your overstimulated clit, revelling in the jerks and shakes traversing your body with every swipe of your sensitive spot.

“Gotta hand it to you, Michael, she’s so fucking tight,” Duncan’s strained groans caught in his throat died out beneath the cacophony of lurid squelches accompanying every motion inside you. “Our girl really needs us to breed her, don’t you baby?”

Unable to form a response, you cried out as Duncan pounded relentlessly against your sensitive spot. His hips jabbed harder as he waited impatiently for a response.

“Y—yes daddy,” you whined pitifully, winding your hands around his neck to welcome your second orgasm. “Please breed me, plea—please breed me.”

“That’s my girl, cum all over me,” Duncan purred obscenely, restrained yelps escaping him with every pound against your walls that jittered feverishly around his girth. He ventured a flat palm to your abdomen, drinking in the ripples of your taut skin as his cock pistoned against them. “Let daddy knock you up good.”

Your orgasm shook terrific tremors through your legs, leaving you wailing in Duncan’s ear as he clenched his thighs to unleash his climax with a blissful groan. Spilling frantically deep into your core, your walls trembled weakly, slicked with both loads of cum pounded into you.

“Fucking hell,” Duncan’s voice soared as his eyes met the ceiling, a final jerk of his hips ploughed deep within you. “If you’re not pregnant now, I don’t think you ever will be.”

“There—there’s only one way to find out,” you stuttered through your hazing overstimulation, stars dancing across your vision as you remembered Michael’s intuitive powers could easily tell you if your boys had succeeded in tonight’s plan to impregnate you.

You and Duncan glanced over to Michael, who reached forward to place a hand over your abdomen as his eyes rolled into his head to read the feelings within your womb.

“It’s definitely working,” Michael smiled. “But a few more wouldn’t hurt.”

[langdxn]

The reader coming to visit F&R!Michael at work and he lets her sit on his lap while he works, and she teases him n stuff which ends with her getting fucked over his desk👀😩

I know this trope has been overdone so much so I’m taking it a little differently... 🖤 (gif credit unknown, sorry!)

Your knock on his office door startled Michael back down to earth from mind-numbing Outpost planning.

“The fuck—who is it?” His call was snappy and seething through gritted teeth, barely lifting his head from his laptop as the door swung open behind him.

The clack of your heels as you paced in made his heart drop.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he sighed softly, rinsing his face in his hands. “I lost track of time.”

“It’s okay,” you cooed, clacking your way toward his seat and draping your arms over his shoulders. “You’re a hard-working man, Mr Langdon.”

“This work isn’t worth missing date night with my beautiful wife,” Michael groaned, holding your hand as it flowed over his collar and planting a kiss to your soft fingers. “I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“How about now?”

Your hands snaked down his chest, trailing teasingly over the buttons on his crisp black shirt.

“I—I’m just trying to finish this one thi—“

“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart.” Sauntering around his chair, you towered over Michael before sinking into his lap, crossing your legs and settling comfortably. His palms rested on your thighs only to discover they were bare, his fingers brushing over your skin to meet the rising hem of your coat.

“You’re... you’re wearing...”

“Nothing under the coat, darling,” you confirmed with a grin dancing in the curl of your lips, leaning forward to peruse his laptop screen. “Now what were you getting on with before I so rudely interrupted you?”

“Haha, seriously?” Michael snorted dismissively, playfully slapping his hand on your leg. “The fuck am I supposed to work now?”

“Easy, just carry on as if I’m not here.” Looping an arm around his neck and leaning out of his way, you gazed at Michael hoping he would return to his concentrating pose, the Antichrist edition of the Thinker with his chin resting on his fist.

Instead, Michael cocked an eyebrow at you and pouted gently.

“You’re the devil,” he scoffed, agonisingly prizing his hands from your thigh and slamming them to his keyboard.

“The devil’s wife,” you corrected him obediently before dipping into his chest and pressing your cheek to the nape of his neck.

Michael succeeded in signing off two strongly-worded emails before you not-so-innocently shuffled your thighs on his lap, fidgeting softly and letting a sigh tumble from your lips. In return, Michael growled under his breath and cleared his throat.

“That didn’t take you long, princess,” he murmured, typing away the urge to break his concentration.

“What didn’t?” Your coy tone wasn’t fooling either of you but it afforded you another chance before his self control shattered.

“Baby, please...”

This time, you waited on another sternly-tapped email and a call to an Outpost construction manager before trying your luck again.

“Baby,” you cooed lightly, ghosting your fingertips down Michael’s shirt and resting them atop his belt buckle, tapping away impatiently at the metallic obstacle standing in the way of your perfectly-planned seduction. “What would you say to a scheduled work break in, say, one minute?”

You could practically hear Michael’s eyes rolling into his head as you tucked your finger beneath his obstructive pants, his hips weakly bucking into your touch.

“That’s it, Mrs Langdon, stand up.”

“Yes sir,” you complied almost too easily, immediately leaping to your feet. As Michael rose to meet you, he twirled his finger to gesture you to spin on your heels.

“You know what this means, don’t you princess?” Michael’s honeyed tone poured into your ear as he gathered your hair and brushed your locks over one shoulder, leaning in to pepper butterfly kisses into your neck while his hands laid waste to your coat, pooling at your feet.

“Yes, sir,” you fawned, melting into his tender touches knowing full well they’d soon turn into vicious grasps, white knuckles clenched around your throat and livid welts blooming across your backside.

“Lay down on the desk for me, baby girl.”

You obliged, resting your cheek against the cool glass of the table. In sure and certain knowledge of his next move, you linked your hands together and held them behind your back, expecting Michael to wrap his belt around them in a flash.

“Good girl,” he cooed.

The clanking of his buckle sounded softer than usual, slower, tentative. The whoosh of his dress pants tumbling to his feet sounded graceful, delicate, sensual. The hand that rested on your cheek as he lined himself up with your already glistening entrance was gentle, respectful, kind.

Michael’s hips keened towards yours ever so slowly, dipping his tip between your folds at a glacial, teasing pace and bottoming out so gently that you cried out weakly.

“Mi... Michael, why aren’t you—“

“Fucking your brains out?” He finished your sentence with confidence, punctuating with a smooth glide of his length almost all the way out of you, leaving only his tip lightly kissing your core.

Michael leaned down to press his chest flat against your spine, his teasing breaths ghosting over your exposed neck.

“Because that’s exactly what you wanted me to do,” he whispered, curling his hips to pour his shaft inside you even slower. “You teased me gently, so I’m returning the favour.”

“Michael, please...”

“‘Please’ didn’t work for me earlier, sweetheart,” Michael growled lowly, lips spreading into a smile against your skin as he drew his hips back and softly entered you again. Squirming meekly beneath him, your back arched wildly into his tender motions begging for more friction.

“So you’re going to lay there like a good girl and let me make up for that missed date.”