#soft!michael langdon x mommy kink!reader

[kaetastic]

TREAT

pairing: Soft!Michael X Mommy Kink!Reader

summary: After punishing Michael, you decided to help him to ease the pain.

word count: 972

warning: Mommy Kink, Ass appreciation, Fluff+Angst ??

note: I don’t feel smutty lately so there ain’t no smut. I guess this is a continuation to Good Boy but it’s whateva :D

Michael shivered, streams of salt-filled tears flowing down his cheeks to land on the stuffed toy he found comfort in. Shrugging his shoulders, the duvet followed- resting on the side of his neck. The blaring cold air did not help him ease the aching and sore pain that zapped through his cheeks, if only- it made him more conscious of every action he made. The only movements he acted out was his chest that was heaving up and down (quite rapidly as he was a crying mess), his fingers twitching and the clenching around the stuffed elephant; all restricted to avoiding more pain that sored in his cheeks. A breathless sob escaped his lips when his legs throbbed, cheeks aching.

His bare body only covered by the simple white duvet, his head stuffed in the elephant as it absorbs all his tears. In a curled position, he was protected as the duvet rose up to cover his possibly bloodshot eyes- exposed area for him to be able to breathe properly.

“Baby boy?” You called out, the icy floor cooling the warmth of your feet. Walking out of the shower with drenched hair and a towel in your hand, rubbing it dry. The room was empty and quiet, but the whimpers echoed louder when you approached the bed- noticing the obvious bulge of his body. “Baby?” Every time you called for him, the only replies you received were whimpers- but it was no answer.

Pulling down the duvet, you let go of it to hang off the bed. Your eyes scanned his body. The stuffed elephant was large, its trunk rested on Michael’s ruffled hair as its legs draped over his pale body. The only exposed skin was his back, his red buttcheeks, his legs that seemed to be interlaced with one another. Guilt crept at the painful sight, slight regret on going too rough. His hair rose up, he shivered from the abrupt exposure to the coldness. His head went in deeper, not allowing you to see his face, “Baby boy...” Your hands removed the towel, and with no hesitation, it rested on his painfully looking cheeks, he winced as his body jolted to a flinch when you made skin contact; his grip on the elephant still strong.

“Baby..,” Hands threaded through his hair, you scratched his scalp, doing it very gently and slowly as possible. His jaw clenched, trying his best to not lean in for more or purr. His strawberry locks of hair blocked his eyes, taking a seat next to the stuffed toy- you tugged the elephant away, softly; placing it on the other side of the bed. His head didn’t move; contemplating in thought if he should turn away. And he made the right choice, avoiding the bratty option which could lead to more punishments. He stayed in the same place as the white sheets puddled his salty tears. You noticed his frown and his pout. He shook his head, nudging off your hand, stuffing his head below the pillow. “No, no, come to Mommy,”

Silence. His body didn’t respond as you sat with opened arms, waiting patiently for him. A sigh escapes your lips, remembering that he was in pain and it was not the right moment to scold him. You placed your hand on his ass cheeks once again, kneading it in circles. He winced, toes curling at the pain as he sobbed, “You were a good boy, taking all of Mommy’s spankings,” Pulling the hand away, the marks of your hand left prints of scorching red. His shoulders bopped up and down, sobbing into the elephant.

“Do you want Mommy to make you feel better?” After waiting for his reply, he nodded, head pulling away from the pillow. Still, on his sides, he played with the corner of the pillow, a pout on his lips as he avoided your eyes. “Look at Mommy, baby boy,”

His eyes pulled away from the pillow to land on yours, a smile playing on your lips when he listened, “Such a pretty boy,” You complimented, noticing the flash of happiness that crossed his eyes and the faint blush; probably from the crying. You wiped his wet and flushed cheeks, your hands rested on his shoulders, caressing it gently before running it down his body to lay on his hip- near his soft cock. “Lay on your tummy for Mommy.”

He nodded, grasping the pillow to turn his body, a few winces and grunts before he rested comfortably. His head rested on his crossed arms, he tried his best to not stare at you as he faces the headboard. Anticipation curled in his stomach. His hands turned into a fist when your whole palm laid on his stinging cheeks. The handprint was prominent and burning red, his mouth gaped open. His voice croaky, “M-mommy.. it hurts...”

“Sorry baby, what do you want Mommy to do?” You leaned to face him, watching as he bit his bottom lip- lost in thoughts.

He mumbled under his breath, avoiding eye contact. You hummed, scratching his head as a sign for him to repeat it again, “Kiss the boo-boo..,” He suggested, louder for me to hear. And when you continued to rub his hair without complying to his suggestion, a light bulb flicked above his head, remembering to finish his sentence. “Please Mommy?”

You grinned, happy at his plead, “Of course baby,” Straddling his calves, his ass cheeks at your eye level, you pressed a gentle kiss. His toes curled at the pain, eyes shut as he winced. “Such a good boy,” You planted another kiss on the other side. “For Mommy... Let’s go take a bath.”

His eyes lit up, hands pushing his body off the bed, you wore a smile at the successful attempt of persuading him, “With bubbles?”

“With bubbles.”

[mrslangdon666]

Requested: Sub! Hawthorne! Michael Langdon x reader mommy kink

Warnings: Smut, mommy kink, overstimulation, oral (given and received)

YOUR POV

You were sitting at your desk finishing some much procrastinated work when you heard the door open quietly. You turned around to see Michael walking up to you in a black t shirt and his boxers...which had a gigantic bulge in them.

“Michael, you know I’m working.”

“I’m sorry I know...I just...I can’t take it anymore. I need you!” He whined at you. You’d been edging him for almost a whole week, pulling your hand, mouth, or pussy off of his cock right when he was about to cum. You looked at him and thought about it, smirking when you realized exactly what you were going to do.

“Okay Mikey. Go to our room, strip, and lay down on your back on the bed. I’ll be there shortly.” You said simply. Michael beamed at you and literally ran to the bedroom. He had no idea what was about to come next. Five minutes later, you opened the bedroom door. Michael had done exactly what you’d asked. You eyed his big heavy cock, it brushed his stomach gently in arousal.

“Poor baby. Does it hurt?” You asked with faked pity. His lip quivered and he nodded his head eagerly. You crawled all fours up onto the bed and sat next to him. You reached out a finger to lightly brush up the shaft of his cock. His member jumped at your touch and leaked pre-cum. His hips bucked when you wrapped your whole hand around it and you slapped his cock gently.

“Stay still.” You said sternly. He mumbled a faint apology as you continued. You pumped his cock slowly before spitting on the head to get it wet. When you lowered your lips down on it, he groaned loudly in relief. You looked at him as you sucked his beautiful cock in dominant eyes. You removed your mouth with a pop and opted out to just keep stroking it. He clearly didn’t like that you’d removed your mouth since he started to beg.

“Please! Please mommy don’t stop...I need your mouth.” He sobbed. You smirked at him and put your mouth back on him. You could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer by the way his cock started twitching.

“Mommy I’m so close...may I cum please? I promise I’ll be good!” He begged pitifully as you went faster. This was his sign that he could cum, and when he did, he exploded. Spurts of his hot seed went down your throat, and you swallowed every drop of the salty liquid. He was satisfied, but you kept stroking his cock. He realized what you were doing and started to squirm.

“Ah ah ah you better keep still. Is this any way to repay mommy after she let you cum? Be a good boy.” You said to him. He groaned at the pain mixed pleasure as you started to rub the head of his cock with your palm in circles. He couldn’t help but to keep squirming. This went on for another few minutes before you’d decided he had enough. He was breathing heavily now and his body was limp. You cuddled up next to him and put his head on your chest as you whispered in his ear.

“You were such a good boy Mikey. Mommy is very proud of you. Rest now.” And with those words, his eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around your mid section.

*Authors note: This isn’t one of my kinks so I don’t know how to write this too much but I hope it was okay! <3

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon

[venusxxlangdon]

Hotline Bling

summary: Nothing foretold troubles when suddenly Michael’s phone screen lit up with an incoming call. Without taking his eyes off the laptop, he reached for his phone, thinking it was Gallant.

“Hello?” he asked

“Have you been a good boy?”

AU, where Michael is an art student at Hawthorne University with a penchant for rollerball lip gloss & fleece blankets and the reader, is phone sex operator who accidentally calls the wrong number

pairing: sub!Hawthorne Michael x fem!reader

warnings: dirty talk, smut, sub!Michael, mommy kink, humping

words: 3.3k

A/N: there will be part 2!

Michael Langdon had been having a penchant for nice things for as long as he remembered himself. He was soft and delicate by nature, so it was no wonder that he enjoyed fleece blankets and scented candles, wide linen shirts to wear around the house instead of old T-shirts paired with sweatpants everyone liked, fluffy socks that made him feel comfy, warm bubble baths, and cinnamon French toasts topped with cherry jam or powdered sugar.

However, not everyone had the same opinion on his preferences. Constance Langdon, his grandmother (may she rest in peace), who raised him like he was her son, had been trying to do everything in her might to make Michael fit into her idea of what boys should have worn, studied in university, and done in their free time. Although, after he brought home his first high school girlfriend she seemed to stop being so hard on him as if the fact that Michael was into girls was some sort of a relief for her. The truth, as usual, was somewhere in the middle: Michael had no idea who he was into and preferred to go with a flow and take interest in whoever he liked no matter their gender, religion, and social background. He was not only a good-looking guy ��� the blond mop of short curls surrounded his head like a halo; crystal blue eyes, made him look like an angel; cherry kissed lips sometimes had a touch of a peachy lip gloss rollerball he carried in his designer backpack, resembled the petals of a beautiful rose — but he was also beautiful inside, despite a blinkered mindset of his grandmother.

When he moved to a small apartment that was only 20 minutes away from Hawthorne University where he was majoring in art, he started decorating the place to his liking: curtains made of sheer organza flowed down the windows like sea foam; the transparent fabric allowed the sunlight to spill into the room, bounce off the walls and flood every corner of it with radiant warmth.

The endless list of things he liked to do in his free time mostly consisted of going to the exhibitions and gallery openings, attending independent movie premieres with his artsy friends, grabbing a strong espresso on the way to class every morning, and dancing to his favorite songs while cooking. He lived alone and was comfortable with it because truly deep in his heart he was a loner. Of course, he had friends, take, for example, Gallant. A very extravagant guy he had met at one of the events and immediately clicked with. Michael did not know whether he believed in soulmates, but Gallant was definitely one of those people in his life who understood him and shared the same interests. However, Michael always enjoyed his time alone in the perfect world he built around himself and spent so much effort maintaining and protecting from people who thought that it was their duty to call it too “feminine”.

“Angel! I’m home!” he stepped into the apartment and tried to shut the door with his shoulder because both of his hands were busy holding a new print he’d got from Gallant and a paper bag from Whole Foods.

A white cat appeared around the corner to greet his owner who never managed to come home without a handful of stuff. He cautiously approached the print Michael put against the wall.

“How have you been, little guy?”

Michael found Angel a year ago on the way home when he was returning from a bar he went to with Gallant and his boyfriend. It was during the time when he was recovering from an extremely painful breakup with his last girlfriend. It was a complicated relationship from the very beginning, but he thought that his love would have been enough for both of them.

In the end, it left him drained out, heartbroken, and utterly devastated. So there he was young and depressed, cringing at the bitter aftertaste of alcohol, he drank with his friends, on his way to his small studio where nobody was waiting for him. At first, he didn’t understand where the tiny mewls were coming from, but as he approached one of the waste containers, he realized that among the litter there was a small white (well it was gray at that moment) kitten. Alone and abandoned just like him.

“I missed you, love” he smiled at the cat, picked up his bags and made his way to the kitchen.

It was a regular evening for him with a homemade dinner and some tv show in the background. He was sitting on the couch with the blanket around his shoulders and a Mac on his lap, working on a digital project for the upcoming assignment. Angel was snuggling by his side, snoring peacefully, and the light scent of his favorite 26 Santal Le Labo candle was filling the room. Nothing foretold troubles when suddenly his phone screen lit up with an incoming call. Without taking his eyes off the laptop, Michael reached for his phone, thinking it was Gallant.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Have you been a good boy?” the question asked in smooth silky voice on the other end made Michael jump on his seat. He immediately looked at the screen but did not recognize the number, so he hurried to bring the phone back to his ear and demand the explanation.

“Ex-excuse me?” he stuttered.

“I’m asking you if you’ve been a good boy for mommy today,” he felt the blush bloom across his cheeks not only from the lascivious tone of your voice but the words you were saying. What on God’s green earth was that?

It took him a few seconds to first, close his mouth because his jaw had dropped indeed, and second, formulate a coherent sentence.

“I’m sorry, I think you called the wrong number” he bit his lip and looked at the display once again as if the range of figures would have turned into something different.

“Is this strawberryboy69?”

Michael giggled at the nickname and put his laptop aside, straightening his legs out.

“No, my name is Michael, and who are you?”

You started scrolling through the data to check if you had called the right number feeling the embarrassment wash over you. Nervously you scanned the table of clients’ names, and your brows frowned when you found out that you had done everything correctly. Strawberryboy69 was supposed to be the same caller that was being on the line, and his kinks should have been “age play, mommy kink, slight humiliation, choking, and spanking”. There could not have been any mistake unless the client had told the wrong number himself.

“I’m sorry, sir. There’s gotta be a mistake,” you murmured still confused. “Please, accept my apologies, I-...”

And before you even finished the sentence Michael asked:

“Wait, was it supposed to be a sex call? Like for real?”

He didn’t know why he even asked that question, and why his cheeks were still beet red. Of course, the girl on the line was a phone sex operator. Who else would’ve started a conversation asking if he had been a good boy? He unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair and caught himself thinking that the idea of having actual phone sex really excited him. He’d never done anything like that, and it felt forbidden. Even mysterious, since he didn’t even know your name. He looked at Angel nervously as if the cat was judging him.

“Yes, and it seems like the client gave me the wrong number. I won’t be taking your time unless you’d like to try...” you lowered your voice to emphasize the last part of the sentence. Having worked for over a year in this company you had learned that if a caller started asking questions it mean that you got his attention. Even though this guy wasn’t the original strawberryboy69, you could try your luck and make him your new client.

Michael’s breath hitched.

“Um, I am really not sure” he mumbled, hugging the pillow and pressing it hard against his chest trying to calm down. “I’ve never tried anything like this....how much do you charge per minute?” he felt the thrill of the rush tightening in his stomach.

You smiled to yourself. You got him.

“It’s a dollar per minute, and after the 10th minute, the rate is 0.50$. Don’t worry about being inexperienced,” the tone of your voice switched from cool and professional to lustful and teasing in a matter of seconds, and that was what got Michael aroused. “I got you.”

Michael let out a frustrated sigh and flipped on his stomach, resting his chin on the pillow.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, “okay, I think I want to try this, but what do I start with?”

You leaned back on your chair and put your phone on the speaker ready for the show.

“I want you to tell me about yourself first. What do you like in bed? What are your secret fantasies?” you turned on the timer.

There was some mumbling on the other end, and you heard something like “God, I can’t believe I’m doing it”.

After a long pause Michael spoke:

“It’s nothing extreme”, he said, “I think I am boring, like...okay, so...I don’t really.. Oh God.. Sorry, I can’t do this,” he felt so embarrassed; his cheeks were burning bright red.

It was a normal reaction for the person who had never practiced phone sex, and you understood him. So you took the initiative:

“Michael,” you remembered his name, “do you like being in control and dominating your partner?” you purred.

Michael shook his head as if you could see him.

“No, actually, it’s the opposite. I like when my partner takes care of me. I like it nice and soft,” he felt his cock harden in his pants and instinctively snaked his hand down his crotch to slightly squeeze it.

You briefly made a note “soft, probably sub” on a sticker, brought a pencil to your mouth, and pensively started sucking on the tip. It seemed like you got a new strawberry boy.

“Hmmm, sounds good” he was making a progress indeed, so you made sure to praise him for that, “I would love to take care of you, darling. Tell me what you look like, baby?”

Michael felt hot. Suddenly the temperature in the room increased drastically, and he slowly started unbuttoning his blue linen shirt. He traced the tips of his fingers starting from the prominent collarbones and moving inwards. Gently applying pressure, he whimpered at the sensation. Using a circular motion, he splayed his hand out gently across his chest and brought his fingers together at the pink nipple.

“I’m tall, and that’s why I’m always slouching. My grandma used to be so mad at me for not being able to sit straight, and-...” he paused suddenly realizing what he was saying. “God, I’m sorry, that was absolutely unsexy. I don’t know why I even said that...”

You couldn’t help yourself and giggled in response.

“It’s okay, darling” you hurried to reassure him, “feel free to share whatever you like. I’m listening.”

Michael buried his face in the pillow.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, “I’m blond, curly-haired, and I have blue eyes, what else...”

You didn’t doubt that he was actually describing himself even though he could have pretended to be whoever he wanted. Most of your clients usually told you that they looked like models or actors, everyone was “tall, skinny, with big 11-inch dick (yes, sure), and pornographic boobs.” You couldn’t blame them for that because it was their fantasy and they had every right to dream about it.

“Baby, you are so pretty,” you told him, “let me lace my fingers through your curls and slightly tug on them so I could kiss that pretty neck of yours.”

Michael involuntary bucked his hips forward, grinding his clothed cock against the sofa.

“I-I-I love neck kisses,” he whispered feeling hot flush wash over him. “And love bites.”

You hummed approvingly. Slowly, step by step, you were going to bring him out from his comfort zone.

“That’s wonderful, kitten” you said twisting a strand of your hair around your finger, “imagine my full lips on your neck. Kissing and sucking on the tender skin. I’d slowly run the tip of my tongue across your throat and bite on your collarbones, mark you as mine. Are you mine, darling?”

You heard a quiet whimper on the other side. Michael’s hand passed the hem of his pants and sneaked inside to wrap around his half-hard cock. His mouth dropped open at the feeling of the velvet skin around the glistening head under his touch.

“Yes, I’d like to be yours.”

“That’s my good boy,” you cooed, “now I want to you touch yourself, baby,” it was like you were reading his mind, and Michael squeezed at the base of his shaft imagining that you were actually watching him.

“Already”, he said brokenly, moving his hand up and down his length smearing the precum.

“You are doing so well, love.” Having worked as a phone sex operator for quite a while, you stopped getting off with your clients, but this time it was different. Maybe it was Michael’s inexperience that got you, or his low, silky voice that sounded hot even when he was apologizing for the unnecessary things, or his appearance that he described. You imagined how nice it would be to have a blond, curly-haired boy on your lap, all flushed with embarrassment and arousal. You started circling your clit with the tips of your fingers through the denim fabric.

“Imagine sitting on my lap, baby,” you couldn’t hold yourself back and miss out on the opportunity to act out that fantasy of yours. “All desperate for me. Rutting your hips back and forth, as my hands cup your ass and squeeze it. Hard.”

Michael’s eyes fluttered open; he lifted his head from the pillow and threw it back at the thought of straddling your thighs, moaning loudly.

“Ugh, please” he whined, jerking himself off. The rough material of the sofa didn’t provide the friction he wanted, and he howled in frustration. “It’s not enough, it’s not enough, please..” he muttered.

You closed your eyes.

“Baby, I want you to take a blanket and put it between your thighs for me. Tell me when you are ready.”

Michael’s trembling hands reached out for his favorite fleece blanket, crumpled it hurriedly and placed it between his thighs. He hooked the waistband of his pants and yanked them down his long legs along with his boxers. A broken moan slipped of his tongue when the tip of his cock brushed against the fuzzy fabric.

“Ready, sweetheart?” you wondered in anticipation. The sweet little mewls escaping the boy’s mouth were driving you crazy. Your pussy was throbbing at the thought of ruining him, messing up his curls, and making those blue eyes water with the unbearable neediness.

“Y-yes”, Michael answered waiting for the next order.

“Now I want you to slowly start humping it”, you said, voice dripping with seduction, “while thinking of my hands sliding down your body, caressing every inch of the exposed skin. C’mon, move your hips in circles.”

His skin felt like it was on fire. His abdomen tensed as he started drawing figure eight with his hips, and he had to bite at the corner of the pillow to muffle his moans.

“Let me hear you,” you whispered while rubbing your clit, “God, I wish I could see you. Tell me how does humping feel, hmm?”

Michael moaned in response. His long fingers formed a fist around the tip of his cock and started sliding up and down the length, matching the thrusts of his hips.

“Feels so good”, he murmured. He licked his dry lips and sighed heavily before asking, “could you, please...argh...” Michael hissed when he accidentally slid his thumb along the slit, “Please...”

“What do you want, Michael?” you urged him to speak up.

“When you asked if I’d been a good boy”, he couldn’t believe he was actually about to ask for that, “you called yourself mommy, and I really liked it,” he rolled his head to the side feeling so damn embarrassed and pathetic.

“Oh, baby,” the boy was insufferable. You spread your pussy and inserted two fingers simultaneously, pumping them in and out, “imagine that it’s mommy’s cunt is clenching around your cock.”

Michael was on all fourth, jerking himself off violently. When a sinful “mommy” rolled off your lips, he bit on his knuckles trying to suppress a desperate squeak.

“I told you not to hold your moans in,” his heart skipped a beat when he heard the stern tone of your voice. “If you want to be quite so desperately, open your mouth and start sucking on your fingers.”

And he obeyed like a good boy. Michael brought his free hand to his lips and stuck his tongue out to lick at the tips of his fingers.

“That’s a good boy”, you moaned at the sloppy sound of his lips sucking on his digits. “Keep going.”

You hoped that he was getting close because your own orgasm started building up inside you with every push of your fingers.

“Mommy, I’m close,” you smiled at Michael’s whimpers. You were definitely in sync.

“I know, baby”, you squeezed your thighs flexing your pelvic floor muscles. “Mommy’s close, too.”

“Please, may I come?” he pleaded, and who were you to refuse him?

“Cum for me, kitten,” you moaned feeling your orgasm unfold, and flooding every cell of your body. “My pretty boy, you’ve been so, so good.”

With a broken cry, Michael let go, and came in his fist, staining his blanket with white stripes despite his attempts not to make it messy. You wished you could have seen his face. Fuck, for the first time you actually wondered what your client looked like.

Michael rolled over on his back. Coming down from his high, he felt ethereal. Starting at the ceiling, he couldn’t believe that a stranger had made him come so hard. He looked at his sticky hand and closed his eyes. Holly shit.

“Thank you,” he whispered and heard your soft chuckle.

“The pleasure was all mine,” you said with a smile and quietly whimpered at the feeling of dump panties between your legs.

You should have already thanked Michael for the call, charged for his time, and hung up, but instead, you were still on the phone with him.

“Hey, listen,��� Michael cleared his throat, “is there any way I can contact you later?”

A wide grin spread across your lips.

“Yes, you can use this number. I work from 8 to 11pm.”

You were not going to make it easy for him.

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[georgiadixon]

bad dreams

pairing: michael langdon x reader

warnings: SMUT (oral/blowjob), this boy’s got a mommy kink, y’all.

summary: you and michael discover a special form of comfort after he has bad dream.

word count: 1130

a/n: this is the kinkiest thing i’ve written (and my first smut?) so pls go easy on me lol. my masterlist and taglists are both in my bio! thanks for reading! ♡

your eyes were closed, but you were awake. you could only assume it was the early hours of the morning, as the moonlight still shone through your window and it was pitch black otherwise. just as you were wondering what woke you up at this hour, you heard soft whimpering coming from beside you. you looked over at your lover with concern; his face was shaded red and eyebrows were furrowed deep as if he was in intense agony. you laid on your side, staring at him wondering what you should do. after a few moments, he opened his eyes but only showed more pain as he adjusted to reality.

“michael, baby, what’s wrong?” you quickly reached out for your love, concern laced in your voice as he was still whimpering. your palm graced his cheek as you moved your body to be closer to his. he looked around confused before calming slightly as his eyes landed on yours, although his whining only grew louder as he dipped his head into your neck, arms moving around your body to hold you close.

“m-mommy.” he whispered against your skin. “i had a bad dream.” your eyes widened at the name; he had never called you that before. but after the initial shock, your heart began to warm. you knew that if you were the only one who was going to love him, then you were going to love him right.

“yeah, baby? it’s alright, i’m here.” you sat up and brought his head into your lap. you smoothed his hair in between your fingers as you let him cry softly to the bottom of your stomach. “you wanna talk about it?” you whispered into the darkness after a few moments of holding him. he shook his head fast, obviously not ready or wanting to talk. instead he leaned into your stomach, nosing his way into your night shirt. his lips grazed your skin all the way until they were right in between your breasts. he moved his hands to take your shirt off, you easily obliging. you didn’t know what his goal was, but you knew he needed you in a deep and intimate way.

he kissed along your chest, murmuring all the way. his body was still laid across your lap, so you took this opportunity to hold him even closer than you already were. his hands wrapped around your waist, rubbing up and down your back. “oh, mama.” was his only warning before he brought your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly but fully. you leaned your head back and sighed, loving the feeling of michael using your body to comfort himself. your hands went to his hair as he brought more of your breast into his mouth, sucking like it was the last drop of water in the desert. between the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive skin and the small moans and whimpers that were escaping him, you began to feel a fire burn from your chest down to your core. “michael, love.” he just hummed in response, too focused to respond. “michael, baby. look at me.”

he moved his head to look up at you, tears escaping his eyes as his mouth stilled, full of your breast. he sucked down to hold your nipple in between his teeth, eventually letting all of you go. he sat up and wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand, sighing. he was resting on his knees in front of you, blonde hair falling in his face and shining against the moonlight. “michael.” you smiled softly and whispered his name. he smiled back lowly before ducking his head and putting his hands in his lap like a little kid in trouble. you were guessing he was just now realizing what he had just done. his eyes were avoiding yours and his bottom lip was stuck out. you couldn’t help but chuckle, he looked so pretty and innocent.

“michael,” you caught his attention by bringing your thumb to his chin. “you know it’s ok, right?” his head snapped up at your words. “are you sure? i get it if it weirds you out and i’m sorry it just slipped out-” you cut off his rambling by crashing your lips onto his and rolling on top of him until his back hit the mattress. when you pulled away, his eyes were wide with wonder. “yes, michael. i’m sure. now, you want mama to make you feel good?” you traveled down his body as you spoke, your hands untying his sweatpants. his eyes were still wide open, trained on your movements. he eagerly nodded his head without moving any other part of his body. you knew this was going to be fun.

“you’re such a good boy, michael.” you spoke sweetly as you pulled his pants down and threw them across the room. you glanced down at his growing bulge and smiled, looking back up to meet his eyes. you heard his breath hitch in his throat as you moved your face closer to his crotch, all the while maintaining eye contact. in one moment you dipped your head down and licked one long stripe up his dick through his boxers, making him moan out. “don’t stop mama, please.” he whined at a high-pitch, sending butterflies through your chest.

you began to leave kisses along his waist as you slowly pulled his boxers down and grabbed his dick as it sprang out. pumping him up and down, you moved up to kiss his mouth roughly until michael pulled away and pushed you back down his body. “someone’s eager.” you chuckled and put your hands over his on your shoulders while bringing his dick into your mouth with one move. he gasped loudly, bucking his hips into your mouth making you gag. “oh, yes, mommy.” he whined out. you picked up your pace, moving your hand to pump whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth. when michael started to squirm, you brought your free hand to hold his waist down. you knew he wasn’t lasting much longer the more he was struggling to stay still.

without warning, he nearly screamed making you jump a little which only edged him on. “i-i’m gonna-” he couldn’t get another word out before spilling inside of your mouth. you continued to suck his dick downwards until all of him was out of your mouth. michael was panting hard as you moved back up to hold him close to your chest.

“does my baby feel better?” you whispered to his hair as you brought him into your lap. you could feel him smile against your skin, his face hiding in your neck. he only nodded and kissed your skin. “thank you, mama.”

[kaetastic]

GOOD BOY

pairing: Soft!Michael Langdon X Reader

summary: You promised Michael today was a work-free day at the pool, but there is a problem at work. So he risks it. What could go wrong?

warning: teasing, mommy kink, boobs appreciation, baby boy

word count: 1.3k+

note: i don’t do daddy kink cause well it’s awkward for me, but i straight up have mommy kink so yall know this gurl is dom 😎 jk im lying. i also need attention thanks.

Michael was utterly frustrated. He was gobsmacked and was left dumbfounded. But he couldn’t do anything about it. His eyes rested on the figure that laid flat on the chaise lounge, he couldn’t resist but to run his eyes from her bent knees to admire the skimpy bikini that hugged her curves perfectly. It was his favourite. And she knew it. So was she torturing him? Not on purpose.

His chin rested on his crossed arms that laid flat on the floor, feet paddling slowly in the water while his knees leaned on the wall of the pool; closest to where she sat. She went on and on with the phone call. It felt like an eternity. It was killing him. He could only piece the puzzle slightly, but he was sure it involved work. He would notice the slight anger that radiated from her as she grumbled into the mobile. Her exaggerated hand movements expressed the irritation that seeped through your body.

That was because you were. No one understood your plans, that you had constructed to perfection with no flaws. Sure some might call you a perfectionist, you take it as a compliment and motivation to do the best. But some just don’t get it.

You would make slight eye contacts with the baby blue eyes you love dearly, accompanied by a soft smile. To which was either replied with a gentle crease of his eyes as he smiled or a pout. And you knew what that pout wanted, needed. Michael wanted the day to be work-free, no stress and just relaxation. But people like to destroy pure bliss.

“No, Ross, I’ve already assigned people to that station, I chose them-“ You let out a very prominent sigh, hoping the caller could hear it. You wanted nothing but to swim with the man you promised with. But he seemed to ignore it, proceeding with his beliefs and opinions. If you had to describe Ross with one trait, it would be close-minded.

Michael's mouth gaped open, ready to say something, but he pursed his lip into a thin line when the conversation seemed to continue with raging fire. He watched as your hand rested on your forehead, rubbing your temples in stress; clenching your jaw with a frown. He tried again when you were quiet, listening to the idiotic man on the other end of the phone.

“Mommy?” He called out with a soft tone as if a cat had meowed or purred. Your head snapped to face him, the anger that painted your face evaporated into thin air. Pulling the gadget away, you covered the microphone.

“One minute baby.” You comforted, sending a warm quirk of your lips to the desperate baby boy before the flaming annoyance appeared once Ross’s voice rung through your ears. Michael pouted, shoulders hunched in disappointment, he nudged his hand, water rippling as he dipped his head back in the chlorinated water. It was as if a puppy was swimming, his head bopped up ethereally. The strands of hair would stick to his forehead, to which he would shake his head, flicking it away- to get a clearer view.

After three rounds around the pool, his pout deepened when you were still on the phone. He groaned. Pushing himself off the pool (secretly he wanted to do it to catch your attention even though there was a ladder), the water that hung on him cascaded down like rainfall as it puddles under him like a shadow. His exposed chest heaved up and down in steady paces, hair swerving left to right in an attempt for a quick dry. Light drops landing haphazardly. He bundled an area of his shorts, watching as the absorbed water poured out. Grabbing a towel that rested on the chair beside you, he rubbed it on to his hair, eyes only on you.

“Come here.” You whispered quietly, his speed of drying himself quickened as he ran the towel around his body. He threw it back on the original chair before getting on the same seat as you. It creaked from the sudden dip of weight, you wrapped your arms around him- pulling him close as he rests his head on your chest. A faint shriek left your lips as the cold water that remained in his hair dripped on you. To which he smirked at. His foot suspended. Michael’s arms wrapped around yours, taking in your scent as his eyes shut tight; loving the moment he was in.

Whenever you would mumble or converse, he giggles silently at the vibration that ran through his ears. His head leaned closer when your fingers ran threaded through his hair, fiddling with the blond locks. Twisting it and curling it, your legs wrapped around him; which rested on his thighs.

“Look, you should just-“ Your mouth gaped open, astounded from the risky move Michael had taken. He had tugged down your bra, revealing the quickly erected nipples from the sudden cold temperature. His eyes accidentally met yours. Which was full of dominance and frustration, he pouted; hoping his puppy eyes would work. “What are you doing?”

Every word slashed the air, it was like teaching a puppy a lesson. The baby boy wanted attention, he was desperate and needy. He would agree that he would call himself, in the current situation, an attention whore. Because the day you promised that was supposed to be free from work became something he didn’t want. You attempted to pull it back up, but his hands were faster- which rested on the mound. Shaking his head with a faint pout.

“Hello? Are you there?” Ross’s voice clashed the air, pulling you back to reality. You shook your head, humming to the man. “If we just substituted Adam instead of the transfers, he would lead it better.”

And whatever he was mumbling, felt like empty words as it faded into nothing. You couldn’t hear him, your ears clogged by the pleasure the blond was giving you. Hands quickly ran to tug on his hair for more, he moaned as he kisses your breast with opened mouth. His tongue stuck out, giving kitten licks on to the wet bud. His fingers fiddling with the small strands that were attached on sides of your panties. You gasped as you watched him encasing your nipple in his teeth, as he tugs it back. Eyes staring as it bounces back into place. The quick aching extinguished by his caring and gentle licks.

Michael pulled his body back, straddling your hips. Admiring as your body heaved up and down, your index finger in your mouth as you nibbled it. The phone still on your ear. He rolled his eyes internally, not wanting to get punished. Prodding you to sit, he unclasped the bra. Since the fastener was at the front, his eyes glued on your chest as the bra retracted to lay hanging from sides of the chair, not supporting your breasts anymore. It was as if your breasts were a toy. He couldn’t resist it. Grabbing each mound, he mushed them together in the middle. A smile on his face as he played with it, jubilantly.

“Y/N are you listening? This is very important!” Ross groaned the sound of a faint slap could be heard. You smiled at the thought of making him frustrated and slapping himself. It was important, it really was. And you tried your hardest to concentrate on his voice. But because of the guy that is on you, it can’t be done, said-concentration.

“You know what Ross, we’ll talk later, I have a problem to solve,” The man on the other line of the phone yelled, words sputtered out his mouth. Michael pulled away, kneeling at the end of the chair as a slight worry flash through his eyes. But you had already pressed the red button, ending the call. Placing the phone on the table, the desperation clashed as he ran away. “Michael!”

[kaetastic]

CODY FERN

*gifs are not mine, credit to owner

Imagines

[* smut][🌧angst][✿ fluff]

MICHAEL LANGDON

*Good Boy | Soft!Michael X Mommy Kink!Reader

You promised Michael today was a work-free day at the pool, but there is a problem at work. So he risks it. What could go wrong?

✿Treat | Soft!Michael X Mommy Kink!Reader

After punishing Michael, you decided to help him to ease the pain.

*Bathtub

After a long night, Michael decides to join you in the water; except this time, he brought a camera.

JIM MASON

DUNCAN SHEPHERD

*Midnight Crisis

It’s late night. And you’ve been squirmish in your sleep. And that bothers Duncan A LOT.

JIM MASON X MICHAEL LANGDON X DUNCAN SHEPHERD X READER

🌧I’m Yours.

✿Beach Fuzz

Jim desperately pleaded everyone to get out of work and relax, where else could he have suggested, other than the beach?

✿Island Boys

XAVIER

Youtuber!Xavier [H.C]

*Movie Night

Camp Redwood arranged an outdoor movie night, if only they knew what the two of the counsellors were doing.

Series

- Breaks Your Heart polyamorous relationship

reader x jim mason x michael langdon x duncan shepherd

summary: Y/N Y/L/N knew her dreams; she wanted to explore the world. To be the girl she desperately wanted to be when she was young and free. Now she is. In her path, she stumbles upon the motel staff, Jim Mason. The former musician, Michael Langdon. And the one she was supposed to say her vows to, Duncan Shepherd. Life has few tricks up its sleeves, but not if you rip the cards out first.

[kaetastic]

upcoming things:

Soft!Michael X Mommy Kink!Reader - may be the continuation to Good Boy.

Would y’all want a Sadistic!OC X Michael Langdon X Nicholas Scratch X Tom Riddle?? like just straight up dark and from GOT lmao (series)

Duncan Shepherd X Michael Langdon X Reader X Jim Mason - smut at the movie theatre (i did a similar one for xavier ooo)

Roadtrip; Stucky X Reader - smut in the van

Stucky X Reader - ANGST ANGST ANGST, quick summary: After Bucky turns to dust, the relationship between Reader and Steve falls apart.

Howard Stark X Reader - Reader and Howard are a thing... until she is put in ice because that’s how they solved it back then

FLUFF reader x michael langdon x jim mason x duncan shepherd at the beach - Jim made everyone leave work to be free from work.

Rogers!Reader X Bucky - Bucky is your father’s best friend. And he finds it hard to breath the same air as you. ??? huh?

[1.10.19] s.

Regulus Black X Reader - After years of trying to sit down with your brother-in-law, Sirius finally knocks on your door. Years after your lover died.

Sirius Black X Reader ??- Harry’s Aunty on his father’s side was tainted with evil, clean she claimed she was. Is she?

Servant!Steve Rogers X Princess!Reader - Love should not be restricted by classes.

[20.1.20] s.

Henry Cavill X Reader X Chris Evans - The trio was caught at Disneyland, however, does the world truly know of the scret behind the three?

Bucky Barnes X Reader - A mission underwater was not something they knew was coming, but it was not considered complicated. If only Bucky wasn’t so easily distracted by a view.

Tom Riddle X Michael Langdon X Kylo Ren X Reader - Pure filthy smut

Tom Riddle X Reader - The two heads of the school always find ways to relief the exhausting day with one another.

Voldemort X OC - A mask provided her the freedom of Azkaban, a defence of lies. Years, it has been. Finally, the dark lord and his queen rises once again.

[15.5.20] s.

Finn Shelby X Reader, Luca Changretta X Reader, Deceased!John X Reader - An old friend of Thomas is called to Birmingham so she could supply firearms, except, she left the island with the younger brother of her deceased lover.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Peaky Blinders X Eldest!F!Reader - The eldest of the Shelbys return back to the one and only Birmingham.

Isaiah Jesus X Shelby!Reader - Isaiah and the reader are not in an official relationship, but, he can’t help but to notice raging jealous when eyes gawk at her.

Charlie Weasley X Reader - Charlie Weasley, Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor’s. Blinded by his admiration for dragons and a ravenclaw girl, he doesn’t know what he was losing until he lost it.

Thomas Shelby X Changretta!Reader - A night at the ball, Thomas grazes his eyes upon an unaccompanied woman at the bar. After a night of exhaustion and moaning, the woman was not who he had expected.

[11.7.20] s. [16.7.20] f.

Maxwell Lord X F!CEO!Reader - No one could deny the rivalry between the two companies that dominated the market, if only they had known what the two had behind private walls.

Post-Azakaban!Sirius Black X F!Reader - Old love rekindling by a very much needed reunion.