#michael langdon mood

[enchantedruin]

{ light nsfw, thigh-riding, belittling}

You couldn’t decide what angered you more—the desperate flicker of emotion you failed to hide or the festering, rotten desire you let take root in your heart.

Eighteen months.

No relief.

No escape.

Flashes of the surface, of life before the bombs, would trickle into your mind as he rocked your hips back and forth against his thigh, every movement rougher, more primal, as the friction between you built.

The world was physical then. Now it was all cold and empty.

Each morning was a hellish repetition: wake up, don that ugly gray dress, and submit to the void of a life with no comfort. Just Ms Venable’s rules, and the dull ache of missing something… missing everything.

“For someone who came undone so quickly,” Michael said, his breath hot against your skin, “you still have the nerve to pretend you don’t want this.”

He let out a grim chuckle as his fingers dug into your waist “Ms. Venable’s done a fine job, hasn’t she? Groomed you into something cold, something obedient.” His face hovered close, his breath heaving over your chest.

“You don’t care about passing this test, do you?” Michael looked up at you with a sly smile as you struggled to look at him as you pleasured yourself, your clothed heat against his. “You only care about one thing right now—yourself.”

And the worst part? He loved every second of your silent surrender, every flicker of weakness that continued to slipped past the surface. You could feel it in the way he moved against you, could hear it in his barely restrained groans. He was getting off on your inability to resist, on how easily you bent beneath him.

“You think you’re different from the others, don’t you?” Michael’s voice slid into your ear like poison, laced with mockery, his lips barely brushing your skin. “You think because I’ve picked you, you must be something special.” His hands tightened around your waist, but there was no warmth in his touch—just possession.

Your breath hitched, but you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to his presence—how even the smallest graze of his fingers against your skin sent a wave of heat through you.

He knew. He always knew.

“Ms. Venable was right about one thing,” Michael continued, his tone dripping with condescension. “You’re obedient when you need to be. But all that defiance…” He let out a low, humorless chuckle, his breath hot against the side of your neck. “It’s just a mask, isn’t it? You try so hard to hold onto that little shred of control, to cling to the idea that you’re better than the others down here. But you’re just lying to yourself.”

His hand slid up to your throat, fingers brushing the delicate line of your jaw before stopping just beneath your chin, tilting your head slightly so that you were forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were cold, calculating, a predator sizing up its prey.

“You’ll break just like the rest of them,” he whispered, his voice soft, almost tender, yet filled with a darkness that made your stomach twist. “The difference is, I’ll enjoy breaking you.”

The way he said it, so casual, so matter-of-fact, left little doubt in your mind that he meant every word. You hated how your heart raced in response, how your body betrayed you in the face of his cruelty.

“You think I’ve chosen you because I see something in you worth saving?” he asked, his voice laced with disdain. “No. You’re just convenient.” He leaned closer, his lips hovering above yours, but he didn’t close the distance—he just let the tension build. “You’re here because I needed a toy, and you fit the role perfectly.”

“Don’t think for a second that this makes you important,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your lower lip, “You’re nothing more than a temporary distraction, something to pass the time.” His eyes darkened, that cruel amusement dancing in the depths of his gaze. “When I’m done with you, I’ll find someone else. Someone just as desperate. Just as weak.”

The words hit like a slap, but even then, you couldn’t tear yourself away from him. There was something so stupidly sexy about the way he held power over you—how he toyed with your emotions, with your body, never allowing you to feel anything but his control.

“And the best part?” Michael’s voice dropped to a whisper as his fingers trailed down your neck, sending a shiver through you. “You’ll keep coming back for more.”

“No matter how much you hate yourself for it.”

[redroses07]

My Masterlist.

Fics!

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank Dating Headcanons

Forgotten Breakfast // JJ Maybank

American Horror Story:

AHS Boys Cuddling Headcanons

Tate Langdon // Enemies to lovers Headcanons

F**k It I Love You // Michael Langdon

How The Evan’s Would Be With A Reader Who Has Panic Attacks

Kit Walker Headcanons

Date Night // Kit Walker

James Patrick March Headcanons

Young Sheldon:

Meeting His Family // Georgie Cooper

The Black Phone:

Real First Date // Vance Hopper

Stranger Things:

Detention // Mike Wheeler

Lazy Summer Days // Mike Wheeler

Nightmares // Mike Wheeler

Finn Wolfhard

The Rock Show

Jake Webber and Johnnie Guilbert:

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert pt. 2

Guitar Lessons // Johnnie Guilbert Blurb

Agents of Shield:

Day Off // Deke Shaw

Supernatural

Promise // Sam Winchester

General Supernatural Headcanons

Teen Wolf

Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves x Reader S4 Ending Rewrite

Star Wars:

Coming soon!!

Mood Boards <3

Outer Banks:

Rafe Cameron Dating Aesthetic

Jake and Johnnie:

Johnnie Guilbert Dating Aesthetic

Taylor Swift:

The Last Great American Dynasty

The Archer

Agents of Shield:

Daisy Johnson/Quake Aesthetic

Deke Shaw Dating Aesthetic

American Horror Story

Kit Walker Dating Aesthetic

[ajokeformur-ray]

Michael Langdon is the kind of person who never knows what the fuck he's doing (a mood, honestly), but as soon as you tell him you don't know what to do, he's examining the situation from all possible angles, a few more you hadn't thought of, and then somehow solving your problem with a cryptic comment or two. And he does it all with that smirk on his face - you know the one.

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye. [Michael Langdon] PT.2

and there we go again! I really enjoy writing for him so I want to continue this into a series!

Pairing: Michael Langdon x female!reader

warning: alcohol

summary: after Michael left you his coat, things start to shift for you.

The next morning you woke up, feeling heavy and hot due to Michael’s coat you were still wearing. His scent lingered in your hair and bedsheets. You could rule the world one day you started to have flashbacks from when you met Satan when you were 15. And started to feel the similar pain you were feeling in that time period. You thought you’d gotten better, you’ve been going to therapy for almost 6 years now. Just endless sessions of talking, light therapy, and even more talking. Such much talking that you started to talk to yourself in public situations. I’m going crazy.

You stand up from your bed, taking off Michael’s coat ‘Versace? At least he has good taste’ you mumble as you fold it nicely only to see a card fall out of his coat, you curse softly as you pick it up and try to put it back without peeking, but it piqued your interest. It only had a phone number on it ‘What if it’s his? No, that would be weird and so freaking selfish of him to walk around with a note with his phone number on it” You laughed at your own comment, putting it next to his coat on your table as you get ready for the day.

When you come back from work you had this gnawing feeling in your stomach ‘It’s a freaking Versace coat, he definitely wants to have that back right?’ you mumble as you walk towards your door. Only to see the living room light on ‘That’s… awkwardly strange’ You weren’t even in your living room this morning so to have the light on is exceptionally freaky.

Once you are inside you hang your coat ‘You do know, that this coat was last season?’ you hear a voice behind you making you scream ‘god damn it! you almost send me straight to your father’ you bluntly say as you grab your chest. Michael looks at you with fascination ‘Hello y/n’ ‘Hi Mr Lang-“ ‘-Michael, I don’t need the coat’ You look at him questionably ‘Then, why are you here?’ ‘you made a deal with my father, right?’ ‘Yeah, a stupid one, eleven years ago. Oh please give me a love life give me a break’ you laugh as you take your boots off and walk to the kitchen ‘Can I interest you in holy water?’ ‘Are you dumb?-‘ ‘Vodka’ you shake the bottle to show him ‘Are you an alcoholic?’ he says with furrowing brows

‘am I not allowed to drink? I thought 21 was the legal age’ ‘doesn’t immediately have to make you an alcoholic’ ‘Oh come on, you eat human hearts for fun, I can drink alcohol until my kidney stops’ ‘Please stop drinking alcohol like water’ he compels you to drain the glass bottle you just open ‘damn don’t you know how expensive that one was?!’ ‘you got it as a gift from your other alcoholic friends, cut it out’ you stand still in your kitchen why are we fighting like a married couple, no, nope. Y/n get that out of your head ‘So exactly why are you here?’ your voice softens as Michael walks into your kitchen to get you both a glass of water “Well, I talked with my father. He says you have the potential to be powerful”

“Mr. Langdon. no offense, the last time he saw me, I was fifteen years old, fifteen. The drive I had back then. Is long gone. It took too long. I’ve waited too long” you sigh as you sit down. Michael stands in front of you as he puts the glasses down ‘Besides. He told me that I would be “the bride to end all days” Give me a break” You laugh but you see how Michael holds tighter onto the glasses “he said what”

After Michael left you were confused. You still didn’t have an answer to why Michael really was there, it mostly felt like a job interview, a very cold job interview. He wanted to know your general interest, just like you did with his. But there wasn’t really a mood going on. The room got more heated until he left. To leave you shivering on the couch where he left you. Without the coat “Oh, you can text me, but I can’t guarantee you to answer back. I’m not really a tech guy’ he said when he left. Making you laugh, how can someone who is close to your own age not be familiar with tech? But you were right, he did keep a note with his number in his pocket. Making you giggle when you look at it, pathetic. But yet you felt this weird feeling in your stomach to just start texting, he basically broke into your home, so you can definitely text him.

So, you really don’t want your coat back?

It would be a waste of a perfect coat to be here neatly folded. Waiting for his owner. You put it on to see how it suits you and you can’t help but to be in awe. It’s a very pretty coat. You heard your phone buzz

I can miss this coat, besides. You look prettier in it

You turn to your window to see a shadow disappear immediately

So you’re going to make an Edward Cullen move on me? Classic

Who is that?

I didn’t think you were much of a texter Mr. Langdon

Michael.

At least send me a link of your perfume.

You hear a familiar laugh going through your head. One you hadn’t heard in years. The hairs on your neck start to stand up as you look in the mirror to see the sky change to red ‘Here we go again’ you mumble.

“So here we are. Eleven years later” “Still not married,” you say melodic as you tilt your head. Satan sits down on his throne “Patience, my child. Patience is a virtue” “Yeah for someone who wants to end the world you do indeed have a lot of patience” “Hey! He is a work in progress, he needs to commit” “Are you talking about your son?”

“who else my child? You’re ready” “I’m far from ready,” you say as you want to put Michaels's coat more over your body but you realise you are not wearing it “I did that for you, it would smell like smoke when you would come back. Break your tiny heart” “Oh he has feelings!” you gasp making him laugh followed by tutting “y/n, y/n, you still haven’t lost your fifteen-year-old temper” “It actually became worse” you admit “he needs that, the girl he is right now is just a doll. Don’t worry, he’ll get rid of her before you know it” “Why? He literally said that she was going to be his wife soon? Isn’t he in love with her?” “y/n, he needs her for something else. He just doesn’t realize yet” Satan says as he plays with what looks like a heart “he wants this, the most. For the ritual. The ritual” “what ritual?” “you’ll find out my child,” Satan says as he flicks his hand, and within no time you are back in your room, only to hit your head on the wall while losing balance. You hiss in pain as your phone buzzes again. This time it was your best friend

Haven’t heard from you in a while, fill me in

Why don’t you just come over Julie.

Within fifteen minutes she stood in front of your door. With a bottle of red wine “No offense, Julie. But the antichrist forbid me to drink” You roll your eyes and Julie laughs loudly “The antichrist?! y/n come on” “It’s true-“ you sigh “Come” The both of you walk to the living room where you fill her in

“damn, y/n, when you said you made a deal I thought you were experimenting with drugs!” Julie says after you showed her the coat, including the note “Can, can I text him? Just for fun, maybe he is a bot?” “Be my guest” you say as you sit back down on the couch. You see how Julie immediately starts to text him but you get this sour taste in your mouth “damn what is in this wine?” “I thought you loved it!  it’s the one I always buy” “Something is off with it” you say as you pull a sour face “I don’t think it’s an actual number, y/n” Julie says as she shows her phone to show an out-of-order message by the provider.

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i'd love to hear feedback from you! x

[echoes-lighthouse]

F/O Masterlist

Okay, I'm at the point where I'm going to have to make The Big List. So this is just a list of everyone that I conceivably might post selfship content about, so if people need to block tags or ask me in advance to tag things, you're aware of the possibility! I'll do my best to update this and let folks know when it's been updated.

This is specifically a list of my romantic or semi-romantic f/os, since those are the ones people usually care about blocking. Maybe I will make a separate list for platonic/familial selfships!

Organized alphabetically by source: let's go!

Primaries

(I Have Posted About Them Before And I Will Likely Post Again)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story - #my ghost boy), miscellaneous sideships with other Season 1 ghosts

Grell Sutcliffe (Black Butler - #don't fear the reaper)

Toshinori Yagi (BNHA- #sunflower time)

Shigaraki Tomura (BNHA- #my gamer boy)

Himiko Toga (BNHA - #bestie hours), includes a LoV polycule with Shigaraki, Spinner, Magne, Mr. Compress, Dabi, and maybe Kurogiri

Alex (Clockwork Orange - #clockwork siblings)

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds - tag TBD)

Jester Lavorre (Critical Role- #my sweetling)

Monokuma (Danganronpa- #my evil lil bear)

The Joker (DC/TDK - #the lover who laughs)

Dirk Strider (Homestuck - #heart of hearts)

Vox and Valentino (Hazbin Hotel - #digital poison), includes sex work with most of the main cast

Emberlynn (Helluva Boss - tag TBD)

Stolas (Helluva Boss - #secrets of the stars)

Armand, Gabrielle, Lestat, Louis, Daniel (Interview With The Vampire - #messy vampire polycule)

Val Frizzle (Magic School Bus - #val <3)

Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives - #archivist my archivist)

Jonah Magnus (The Magnus Archives - #eyes on you)

Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins - #mary and me)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas - #my skeleman)

Zero Rick Sanchez (Pocket Mortys - #waiting in the stars), may include other Ricks as the mood takes me

Death (Sandman - #death becomes them)

Delirium (Sandman - #eyestrain pals)

Cecil and Kevin (WTNV - #listener and watcher)

Tumblr (Miscellanious Sources - #beloved hellsite)

Non-Primaries

(content about these is rare or hasn't happened yet, but it might! None have tags assigned yet, but I'll assign them if you ask.)

Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone)

Iroh (ATLA)

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

Nezu (BNHA)

Aizawa Shota (BNHA) only in a hook-up sense but still worth mentioning

Laudna and Imogen (Critical Role), currently on hold because I only got 10 episodes into C3

Hoid (Cosmere)

Celeste, Junko, Toko (Danganronpa 1)

Eventually I'll get through the other Danganronpa games and add f/os from those as well

L (Death Note)

Queen (Deltarune)

Judge Frollo (Disney's Notre Dame)

Captain Hook (Live Action Peter Pan)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Oswalda Cobblepots (DC)

Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

TARDIS (Doctor Who: my partner ships with her, not me, but I might post content for them)

Fandomstuck f/os are still to be determined

Sun/Moon (FNAF:SB)

Glamrock Chica (FNAF:SB)

The Creation (Frankenstein)

Garfield (Garfield)

Miku Binder Thomas Jefferson (Hamilton adjacent?? - #insufferable pokelovers)

Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

Honestly the entire Homestuck cast is a possibility for me

The Devil (The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus)

Persephone (Lore Olympus)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Michael (The Magnus Archives)

Minecraft Villager OC

Bert, Ernie, Gonzo (The Muppets)

Mae Borowski (Night In The Woods)

Haruhi Fujioka (OHSHC)

Calypso (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Erik (POTO)

Christine Daae(POTO)

Desire (Sandman)

Trencil (Smile For Me)

Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

[royalty-unknown]

ABOUT ME - DNI - REQUEST

Hi welcome to my Royal Palace

My name is Royalty!

Feel free to call me by any of these pet names: Like, Love, Okay

Angel, Puppy, Little One, Cub, Sweetheart, Darling, Honey, Bunny, Bambi!

My Pronouns are: She/Her/Hers

I am Bisexual

My big age is 18 but I regress to about 0-4 Majority of the time it’s 0-1!

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This is a 120% SFW Agere blog!!!

NO NSFW!!!!!! (U will be blocked .)

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DNI:

ANTI-LGBTQAI+

HOMOPHOBES

TRANSPHOBES

TERFS

MAPS

ANTI-AGERE

THINSP0

GORE

OR A MEANIE!

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Please do NOT Sexualize my age regression, mine is COMPLETELY NON-Sexual!

All SFW Everything! No NSFW allowed and all NSFW Acc will be blocked. I am working on creating a Big space blog on Tumblr so the two can stay separate. My Wattpad User is: Royalty_unknown and is NSFW and SFW writings but mainly NSFW.

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Feel free to request anyone who I write for but I cannot guarantee anything! Because writing is a safe space for me but I only do it in my free time!

You can request mood boards too!

This is a fairly large writing scale for the people who I write for!

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All of these people are in orders from my personal most favorite to just favorite person of that category if that makes sense

Slashers:

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis - Scream 1996

Bo, Vincent, & Lester Sinclair - House Of Wax

Brahms Heelshire - The boy

Corey Cunningham & Michael Myers - Halloween Ends

The Grabber - The Black Phone

Norman Bates - Bates Motel

Jason Voorhees - Friday The 13th

Chucky and Tiffany Valentine - Childs Play

Bubba Sawyer - Texas Chainsaw Massacar

Freddy Kruger - Nightmare On Elm Street

Kurt Krunkle - Spree

Detroit Become Human:

Connor

Marcus

Kara

Hank

Simon

Black Panther: Wakanda forever

Riri Williams

Shuri Udaku

Avengers:

Loki

Thor

Bucky Barnes

Stee Rogers

Z Nation:

10k

Warren

George

Doc

Addy

AHS:

James Patrch March

Tate Langdon

Kai Anderson

Do request:

Hurt/Comfort

Poly Dynamics

Fluff

I will about darker topics like ED’s, S*icidal, Intrusive Thoughts, Anxiety, OCD, etc. But only in ways that result in comfort, reassurance, coping, and support. I understand that mental health is a hassle at times so I understand it may be nice to read about someone caring for you through ickiness/times.

Don’t request:

Trans prompts (Sorry I just don’t know how to write in the correct way for that particular subject.Sorry.!)

NSFW

Male reader (As a female I just don’t know how to write for male! So Sorry!)

REAL LIFE SERIAL KILLERS

[curtisology15212]

Unfortunately I haven’t been in the mood for many of these fandoms, so as of currently I am not open to roleplay requests.❤️

(Please read this if you do plan on roleplaying with me!!)

I don’t plan on listing a novel on my style and how I do so, but I will list some simple details below. (Also, if you’re interested and wanna know more just DM me and I can give you more info!)

Staring off, I’d like to say fandoms (I do have characters out of each I’d prefer but I’m extremely lenient and understanding if there are preferences that my partner has)

I just like being able to go as a character that I favorite (I generally like characters like I act like as a person and that I can relate to)

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SLC PUNK! — Steve “Stevo” Levy / “Heroin” Bob

—> I prefer to be Stevo

Scream — Tatum Riley / Sidney Prescott

—> I prefer to be Tatum

Stuart “Stu” Macher / William “Billy” Loomis

—> I prefer to be Stu

Senseless — Tim LaFlour / Darryl Witherspoon

—> I prefer to be Tim

The Outsiders — Ponyboy Curtis / Johnny Cade

—> I Prefer to be Ponyboy

Sodapop Curtis / Steve Randle

—> I prefer to be Steve

Keith “Two-Bit” Mathews / Dallas “Dally” Winston

—> I prefer to be Two-Bit

American Horror Story — Violet Harmon / Tate Langdon

—> Either

Basically any ships (I don’t really have any down at the moment)

IT — Patrick Hockstetter / Henry Bowers

—> I prefer to be Patrick

Patrick Hockstetter / Victor Criss

—> I prefer to be Patrick

Stanley Uris / Bill Denbrough

—> I prefer to be Stanley

Eddie Kaspbrak / Richie Tozier

—> I prefer to be Eddie

FNAF — Michael (Afton/Schmidt) / Male OC

—> I prefer to be Michael

Michael (Afton/Schmidt) / William Afton

—> I prefer to be Michael

Michael (Afton/Schmidt) / Jeremy Fitzgerald

—> I prefer to be Michael

Future Man — Josh Futturman / Wolf (Corey Wolfhart)

—> I prefer to be Josh

The Hunger Games — Peeta Mellark / Gale Hawthorne

—> I prefer to be Peeta

Peeta Mellark / Finnick Odair

—> I prefer to be Peeta

(And other ships too)

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I’m pretty much good with anything

I can be either character! Just let me know your preference!

(I’ll Do SFW and NSFW)

-No One-Line Replies (Please!!)

-No Making It All About Your Character

-If It’s An 18+ Roleplay (And You Have A Specific Submissive Character Please Don’t Make Them Too Whiny/Helpless)

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- Just let me know about any trigger you may have, your preference, if you want [NSFW, SFW, or Both], what app you’d prefer using (Discord, Tumblr…), Etc.

- Also, I ask a lot of questions for my partners comfort, mostly plot based and about characters.

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That’s Pretty Much It! ♡

I’ll most likely continue adding onto this periodically.

[littledemondani]

still in the mood to have the nastiest, ritual sex with michael langdon and then have him sacrifice me to his father.

don't think i have moved on from that.

[wroteclassicaly]

A very dirty, hungry and exhausted Michael Langdon screaming, “what am I supposed to do? Fuck am I supposed to do?” To the sky before throwing a rock at the ground will never NOT be a mood.

Me too, Michael. Me too.🫂

(Also, if so evil, why so baby?🥺)

He’s not evil! (Forever a Michael Langdon apologist)

He’s a poor himbo man, who is just misguided and never asked for any of it, never having anyone who really loved him without bounds :( He’s a hot mess and was a terrible antichrist, because he was too human!

[antikristvs]

Tagged by @blodbranddod ❤

last song: Sparta by Sabaton

favorite color: black, dark red, dark green, dark purple, soft pink, white, dark blue, silver, golden...

last movie/show: Yellowjackets (S2) and Run

next on my watchlist: probably AHS, I have many seasons yet to see... Not sure about what movie.

last game: Gardenscapes

last book: The Iliad

sweet/savory/spicy: depends on the mood, mostly spicy

relationship status: single

last thing i searched online: "is archangel michael a general or a commander" (people use those as synonyms with him, and I'm trying to decide which one to pick in my works)

current obsession: the Antichrist, the Book of Revelations (Biblical lore in general), angels/demons, the occult, the stories I'm trying to work on, the characters I create, horror media...

greatest flaw: that's classified information

fic i'm currently reading: none, I just write them (mostly focused on my AHS: Apocalypse works right now)... I've already read all Michael Langdon x Cordelia Goode fics I found that caught my attention, I'd gladly read more, but there aren't any

[corruptedforce]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !

○    name: Tanya

○    pronouns: She/Her

○    preference of communication: IM’s/Discord

○    name of muse(s): Anakin/Darth Vader; Plus, I have more on my multi, crowsandmurder: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Jax Teller, Ragnar Lothbrok, Bjorn Ironside, Tate Langdon, Michael Langdon, Kai Anderson, Kevin Pearson, Harry Potter, James Potter, Luther Hargreeves, and then I have Alfred from Vikings and The Last Kingdom on aelfred and Louis XIV on louisleiroisoleil. Anakin is the most active, though. Him and Vader, with a side of Obi-Wan.

○    platforms you’ve used: Invisionfree, Tumblr, Discord

○    best experience: I've made a lot of great friends on tumblr, a few I have had for close to a decade and some I couldn't manage going a day without talking to.

○    rp pet peeves / deal breakers: This week, I'm very over people who decide that they don't like someone based on what someone else says people should do. I prefer not being an rp sheep. The whole judging people in general, is stupid. Let people ship and write what they want. Also, that whole post about people being rude if they aren't using the new editor yet is passive aggressive. But, there is always the whole don't godmod, etc.

○    fluff, angst, or smut: Angst or Smut is more likely, but it depends on my mood. I can write fluff, if my mood is right. Sometimes, I don't mind fluff at all, but people like to decide what I'll write and what I won't.

○    plots or memes: I like both, honestly. I always up for continuing any meme.

○    best time to write: Anytime, but sometimes, I'm better in the mornings.

○    are you like your muse(s): I would hope not, but the stubbornness, lack of patience, disregard for being told what to do, and threat of violence is there, of late.

tagged: Stolen

tagging: Y’all/

[redroses07]

AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

[hailodinson]

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I was tagged by @giazzurra ! Thank you 💜💚

Last song played: Emergency by Paramore

Favourite colour: Green, ocean blue, and crimson/maroon

Favourite dish: I don't really have one lol, but right now I'd say it's oven-baked salmon and potatoes. Especially potatoes. I could probably eat potatoes every day and never get sick of them lol

Current favourite characters: Wanda Maximoff and Michael Langdon

Currently watching: Agatha All Along, The Great British Baking Show, and Heartstopper

Last movie watched: Race to Witch Mountain (2009)

Current obsessions: I'm not sure I have one at the moment, but if I had to pick a thing, it would probably be spooky season (if that counts lol). Right around this time every year, I always get in the mood for watching horror films and shows especially as it gets closer to Halloween and the weather starts getting cold 🎃👻

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Continued from x

@langdhon

Take a too powerful individual's bad mood, mix it with childish impatience and you get? Right, Michael ogling the final leap into madness, musing about erasing all life from the planet at once. No survivors, no actual plan which already takes so damn long to refine. Getting questioned in between on top makes you tired; Michael is no exception. Corinthian's objection still fails to wipe that smug smile off his mien, but it sure adds a dangerous gleam to his hardened gaze, now stare, pinned to the nightmare's face. " You think I'm joking? " One hand darts out, fingers furling as though grabbing a rope and slowly draws said hand back— Corinthian will find itself float toward Michael sans chance to defy him.

Until it's close enough. And that same hand snaps around the nightmare's throat. " I'm sick and tired of all this flip-flopping around, and since there are no clear instructions... " An idle shrug accompanies the small pout pulling at his mouth. " I wonder what's going to happen to you, with no dreamers left. "

It's the smell of determination that has the Nightmare question him. Questioning his purpose. His desires. Because it makes no fucking sense.

Why, with such a perfectly chaotic world that the Antichrist can create, would he choose to simply destroy it all. And why is he so locked in on that course of action. The Corinthian makes its distaste of the idea known and clearly that has aggravated the Dreamer.

His head jerks back with a snarl of distaste as he is ushered forward through the use of Michael's abilities. Not asked, not ordered, but simply dragged by the Antichrist's whim.

The hand that curls around its neck succeeds in rousing auxilary maws to bear their tiny teeth, but the Corinthian makes no move to retaliate towards the action. A hand on his throat won't cause him any more distress than a hand on his shoulder. It's simply a play by Langdon to assert power. Power he can have in his dreams, as long as the Corinthian permits it.

"I, and the Dreaming vanish. My Lord ceases to exist, as will all things." The Nightmare answers as his head cranes to make eye contact with Michael. A hand reaching up to wrap golden digits around his wrist.

"Why lay waste to it all when you can nurture a world filled with chaos? A perfect world, for us."

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] pt.4

Pairing: Michael langdon x female!reader

warnings: mentions of death

words: 1540

summary: your first date with michael and your first workday at Kineros (filler chapter)

AN: I'm still trying to figure out what format works best for me so bear with me, any feedback is highly appreciated <3

When the clock hit 7 you got ready for the dinner you had with Michael, all he said before he left after abusing your closet was to wear the dress and let your hair loose. But nothing more. So you added some black heels and a silver necklace. You did your makeup a tiny bit heavier than usual and for once you didn’t put on perfume in the hope that he would linger more around you like his coat did. Because damn he smells good it should be illegal.

I’m here.

you curse as you run down the stairs, almost breaking your ankle as you grab the door handle to reveal Michael. Clad in an all-black outfit, smelling absolutely divine and his short curls framing his face “Hi” you breathe out and Michael smiles at you “Look at you, you look stunning” he smiles as he holds out his arm “Shall we?” you say nothing, just taking his arm as you follow him to his car, which, of course, is also expensive “you’re picking me up in a Bugatti?!” you gasp out “what, it’s a nice car” “it is! But, so expensive” you breathe out and Michael laughs as he opens the door for you “my lady” “oh, thank you sir” you act with him as you sit down on the seat. Feeling the expensive seat as Michael sits in the driver seat.

Satan watches the two of them spend the day together from his throne “Good, everything is all going to plan” he says as he stretches his fingers out over the armchairs “Now we need to get rid of that Rosalie figure, I hope Michael hurries up with that girl”

Arm in arm you walk with Michael to the restaurant he picked out. And of course, it’s a Michelin-starred restaurant making you huff “What is it?” “I just feel out of place, I’m so used to visiting a McDonald's or a Five Guys as a date. Never set foot in a Michelin-starred restaurant” you mumble and Michael smiles “Good, I can show you how a real man is supposed to treat you” He walks inside with you and a guy comes scurrying towards you both “Mr. Langdon. Such an honor to have you here again. Shall we go to your booth?” the guy stumbles over his words and Michael gives a short nod

“do you come here often?” your mouth speaks before you can think “Yeah, not a lot. just for business” “Did you come here with Rosalie?” you ask self-conscious and Michael smirks “She is on your mind a lot isn’t she? The answer is no” he says as the guy mentions to the booth in the far back of the restaurant where the mood is actually kind of romantic “that’s a shame, it’s beautiful here” you say as you sit down in the booth, realizing both your knees are touching you scrape you throat “well, I only want to bring important people here. So, mostly Ms. Mead. But not since a few months ago” his voice dies down a bit and you can’t help but feel sorry for him even though you don’t know who Ms. Mead is and what happened a few months ago.

The food that was served was divine, just like the wine that was served. You talked about anything and nothing that your minds could think of, Michael even told you what happened to Ms. Mead. How she was set on fire and now, at Kineros they’re trying to make a robot version of her. Michael held her dear and close to his heart like he expected his grandmother to do ‘what happened to your grandmother?” you say as you put a piece of gnocchi in your mouth “She killed herself when she realized that I was aging to quick and murdering people instead of animals” his voice became flat and his knuckles were starting to turn white with how hard he was holding his utensils.

You couldn’t help yourself but touch his hand “I’m so sorry Michael” you whispered but you tried to sound neutral, knowing how much you hated it when your parents died and how everybody started to talk to you like a baby “You, you lost both your parents right?’ Michael asks questionably and you nod as you take a sip of your wine “my dad passed away of a cardiac arrest, my mother died shortly after due to a drug overdose, I was.. 16? Yeah, so, after the deal” your voice becomes quieter and quieter

“do you think that, you know, satan may be behind it? Seeing if I would get deranged?” “I don’t know, y/n, you have to ask him that” “I did actually, multiple times, but he waved it away, saying I was delusional” You play with a single piece of gnocchi and feel a hand on your kneecap. You sigh softly “he probably didn’t mean it like that, he also left me in the dark for years I didn’t know what I was supposed to do until I got to Kineros”

After dinner, Michael took you for a walk through the park. Deciding to sit on a bench with the hot coffee you bought from the stand even though Michael wanted to go to a coffee shop you shook your head “No this is actually good coffee!” you exclaimed so Michael wanted to believe you. And indeed, it was damn good coffee “So, tomorrow you can just come to Kineros, I’ll show you around and get you settled, you don’t have to worry about anything, well, maybe, your clothing but just, wear a button-up shirt or something. We’ll go shopping for it” Michael says before he takes a sip “damn, this is good coffee”

Nervously you arrived at Kineros the following morning. Especially because you just left your old job and your wrist still hurts. The clicking of your heels on the marble floor echoes off the walls as you see two guys with bowl cuts they must go to the same hairdresser because it looks awful. Michael is in a conversation with them but you see that all of a sudden he has trouble with his laughter

“Are you making fun of us?!” the brown-haired one exclaims and Michael immediately stops “No, no! I wouldn’t dare. You do look ridiculous” Michael exclaims and now you really have to hold in your laughter, they both turn around to look at you “Ah our new secretary! Miss y/n. right? We’d appreciate it if you respected our wishes,” the blonde one says immediately “actually, she only respects my wishes” Michael chimes in, yeah you wish.

You learned that their names are Jeff and Mutt, but you would mostly be working for Michael. Ruling over his agenda and keeping him up to date with meetings and calls. Further, you are the one responding to email, which mostly consists of rich dudes who are aching for their new sex doll.

A girl with a familiar face walks, well, storms in. looking like a drug dealer with her hair all matted, and clothes she had probably worn the last 2 weeks and never heard of the word shower or bath. She composes herself the moment she is at your desk and scrapes her throat “Yes?” you reply while you're typing an email to a client “I’m here to see my boyfriend, Michael” Oh shit it’s Rosalie “Are you scheduled?” “no?! I don’t need to schedule anything” she bursts out and you bite your lower lip “One second please,” you say as you reach for the phone. The foul stench of Rosalie makes its way to your nostrils Michael you’re kidding me. You only type in the number 1. Knowing it will connect to his office he immediately picks up “yes?” “Michael, you’re… girlfriend is here” he hangs up with a loud groan. Not much later his door opens and you hear him curse under his breath “Rosalie, what are you doing here. You can’t just barge in at my work” he says as he leans against the doorpost.

Rosalie immediately runs to him which means you can catch a breath we need to buy air fresheners and perfume and incense to get rid of this smell did she fall in a well or something?! You open up a website for fragrances to check out what can be delivered today as you try to hear the conversation as Michael doesn’t want her in his office “I have a meeting in 5 minutes” No you don’t “so you really need to leave” yes you absolutely do “but Michael! You promised!” she screams out “we were supposed to go on a date this week and you declined me! Twice! I can’t do this anymore!” Michael sighs deeply “Just, go. Rosalie. I’ll call you after the meeting okay” “Can I get a kiss?” “did you brush your teeth?” he blurts out and she gasps “Yes?!” she sounds incredibly shocked and you hear him audibly gulp. You reach for your bag as Michael cautiously gives her the tiniest peck on earth and she walks away confidently “Here” you wave around a travel-sized toothbrush and toothpaste you always keep in your bag.

[syven-siren]

His God Is A Woman

A/N: Just a little piece about the reader’s and Michael Langdon’s adoration for one another. Inspired by Ariana Grande’s ‘God is a Woman’. I encourage you to listen to it as you read this. I wrote this at 2am yesterday when I couldn’t sleep so please forgive any grammar errors or complete nonsense lol. Also, this is my first writing piece ever on Tumblr! Woohoo! It’s been years (about 5) since I’ve written anything for a creative purpose. I really want to get back into it. It’s probably not a strong writing piece but I’m going to try to improve. If anyone has or knows of a good prompt list to challenge me in writing, please feel free to message me or send me an “ask”. Thanks! 

Feedback is always appreciated. 

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You, you love it how I move you You love it how I touch you My one, when all is said and done You'll believe God is a woman And I, I feel it after midnight A feelin' that you can't fight My one, it lingers when we're done You'll believe God is a woman

No sound reverberates through the vacant halls as you make your way to Michael’s office. Those residing in the Sanctuary have gone to bed long ago. The chill of the marble floors makes you wish you had slipped on the discarded heels by your bedroom door. As you enter his office, you take note of the folders and files haphazardly strewn about the room; the white papers contrasting the dark wood that furnishes his office. You find he is slumped in his leather lounge chair savoring a glass of fine alcohol. His hand grip the glass tightly revealing the stress of the day. Leaning against the door as you close it, you attempt to calm your heart. Your eagerness to be near him is as strong as ever. It is as if your body is drawn towards him like a magnet. The tingle of knowing he is so close leaves your limbs feeling weak. 

With the soft click of the door, Michael peers up at you as if only just noticing your presence in the room. In an instant, your body is lit ablaze with desire. Shifting your weight, you try to find some friction between your thighs. You seek a release which only he can grant. The effect this man has on you seems otherworldly but then again Michael Langdon is no ordinary man. From the beginning of his campaign to create a new world, he has had an aura of authority and confidence about him. He can have any person he wants yet somehow he has chosen you. You feel honored to be gifted his love and affection. If only you knew how much he craves you. If only you knew how he is always in awe of how you love him unconditionally. 

I don't wanna waste no time, yuh You ain't got a one-track mind, yuh Have it any way you like, yuh And I can tell that you know I know how I want it Ain't nobody else can relate Boy, I like that you ain't afraid Baby, lay me down and let's pray I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it

His blue eyes lock with yours as he runs his thumb over the crystal glass held within his grasp. His gaze flows along the black silk robe which clings to your body. He can’t help but appreciate how it has slipped off your shoulder to expose the thin strap of your bra. He admires how your skin is flushed whether it be from the cold or knowing you were in the presence of your lover. To him, you are ethereal. A masterpiece to be honored. 

And I can be all the things you told me not to be (Yuh) When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing (Yuh) And he see the universe when I'm the company It's all in me

As you come to halt in front of him, you wait for him to make the next move. He leans back in the chair allowing you space to sit in his lap. You sit straddling him. He places the glass on the table next to the chair but his hands are not unoccupied for long. Soon, the robe is untied and hanging loosely at your sides. It leaves you exposed to his curious eyes. Your body adorned in black lace is almost too much for his self-control. His vision rakes over your body longingly as if trying to imprint the beauty of you to his mind forever. His hands caress the sides of your thighs. Slowly, they slide towards your waist. The trail of his touch leaves your skin burning in excitement. The chill of his rings doing nothing to relieve you of the heat coursing throughout your body. 

His hands find their way to your back drawing you close to him. Flush against each other, you can feel him. You suck in a ragged breath. The sensation of finally being near him causes your eyes to close in satisfaction. It’s overwhelming. A simple action turns you into a complete mess. No man will ever affect you the way Michael does. Your hips move on their own. Grinding to feel him against you. Your back arches leaving no space, no gap, between the two of you. His fingertips ghost over the side of your neck to the outline of your jaw and finally to your lips. He is marveled at the sight of you.

You, you love it how I move you You love it how I touch you My one, when all is said and done You'll believe God is a woman And I, I feel it after midnight A feelin' that you can't fight My one, it lingers when we're done You'll believe God is a woman

He wants to know every peak and valley of your body. He wants it seared into his brain for all time. The feel of you is like an addiction; one he will never be able to overcome. You open your eyes in time to meet his gaze again. These are the moments he craves. The ones where the two of you are alone in the silence of your love for each other. In these moments, he can express his gratitude for your loyalty. He brings your face closer to seal the final gap between the two of you. When your lips finally touch his, it is a further indication you were created just for him. You both fit perfectly together. And when you finally part, his look is one of reverence. He can’t help but question if you are truly real or just a figment of his imagination. If you are just a mere mirage, he hopes you stay forever.

He may be the anti-christ but he will worship you until the end of this life and into the next.  His queen. His god.

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