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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years ago

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Michael langdon wearing gloves while you peg him on halloweennight🤷🏻‍♀️ Guys im just saying!

Don't worry anon, I'm all ears 😯 I personally envisioned this to be Fire & Reign Michael since he's the one who wore the infamous red gloves, but it's really never specified so it's up to you. Enjoy <3

Happy Halloween (Michael Langdon x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, pegging, sub Michael, dom reader

Halloween had always been your favorite holiday to begin with, but this was the year that made it even better as your boyfriend Michael was going to let you peg him on Halloween night.

You'd pegged him before in the past, but doing it on Halloween just seemed to make it more special. You planned for it weeks ahead of time, picking out your favorite strap on and making sure all your toys were clean in case you wanted to use one of them on him too.

Fast forward to Halloween night, and you were anxiously waiting for Michael to get home so you could fuck him. Hearing the front door open, you quickly jumped up from your spot on the bed and ran downstairs.

"Hey babe," he greeted before you shoved him up against the wall and pulled him into a passionate kiss, only stopping when you could no longer breath.

"What was that for?" He panted as you grabbed his hands and began dragging him up the stairs.

"You're late," you accused as you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the bedroom with you. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to get home?"

"Sorry, I-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses, I just want you to take your clothes off."

"Fair enough."

You kissed him feverishly as you rushed to help him get his clothes off. When he went to remove his gloves, you stopped him.

"Wait, leave those on," you told him. "I want you to be wearing them while I fuck you."

He chuckled. "You're the boss."

"Damn right I am," you growled as you pushed him onto the bed, tossing your clothes off along the way.

Walking over to the nightstand, you opened up the drawer and took out your strap on and a thing of lube. You put it on before popping off the cap of the lube and thoroughly coating the strap with it.

Returning to the bed, you crawled in between Michael's legs because asking, "Are you ready baby?"

He simply nodded and watched as you slowly slid into him, careful to make sure you weren't hurting him. He whimpered at the sensation, tilting his head back to take in the moment.

You began roughly thrusting into him while he was distracted, causing him to let out a loud moan. You smirked at his reaction.

"What is it baby? Can't take this much cock?" You taunted.

He glared at you, trying and failing to maintain his composure. You reached down and threaded your fingers through his hair, yanking his head back and exposing his neck to you in the process.

Ignoring his sudden yelp, you kissed from his jawline down to his neck, occasionally stopping to give him a hickey. You nipped at his collarbone as he whimpered beneath you, silently begging for more.

Smirking against him, you nipped at him hard enough to draw blood. He hissed in pleasure as you lapped at the small bead of blood that had formed on his skin.

He gripped your shoulders, still wearing the red gloves from earlier. "Harder," he panted as he wrapped his legs around your waist.

You obliged, pushing yourself deeper into him as you felt yourself getting more and more aroused by the second. He leaned up to kiss your neck as you sighed contentedly.

Reaching in between his legs, you wrapped your hand around his member before starting to slowly jerk him off. He let out a low whine, pulling you closer to him.

"Please," he begged as he looked up at you.

"Please what, baby? You're going to have to be a tad bit more specific than that." You quickened the pace of your hand around his cock.

He whimpered. "Please, please don't stop."

"Aw, are you going to cum baby? Is that what it is?" You mocked.

He nodded his head in response.

"Then cum for me," you commanded.

He came with a loud moan, shooting ropes of cum over both of your torsos. You came moments later, as the sight of him laying beneath you covered in cum was too much for you to handle.

You placed gentle kisses all over his face and neck as you slowly pulled out of him, praising him as you did so.

"You were such a good boy for me tonight baby, such a good boy," you whispered. "I'm very proud of you."

Slipping off the strap on you got off the bed and put it in the bathroom sink to be cleaned later. You wet a rag with warm water and returned to the bed, carefully wiping him down before slipping off his gloves and placing them on the nightstand.

After making sure he was taken care of, you got into the bed next to him and wrapped the both of you up in a blanket.

"You okay?" You quietly asked as you played with some strands of his hair.

He gave you a tired smile. "Never better."

You kissed him on the forehead before turning off the lamp on the bedside table. He snuggled up next to you with his head on your chest. The two of you laid there in silence before he spoke again.

"Oh, and babe?"

"Hm?"

"Happy Halloween."

You smiled to yourself as you pulled him close. "Happy Halloween."

Taglist: @langdonsoutpost @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube

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wonhosmistress · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

A/N: All of my works are purely fictional and do not represent any of the kpop idols or their sexuality. This blog is just for fun and to unleash all my unhinged thots and depraved kinks. I was previously a (Michael Langdon blog) so if you're not into kpop smut see your way out. While I am a Femdom blog, I will do my best to write for gender-neutral readers!

While this list contains older works its main focus will be newer ideas/concepts from my past hyper fixations that I will finally publish.

Series:

Sojourn!Michael *Discontinued

(Prologue) l (1) l (2) l

Dad!Keanu Reeves *Discontinued

(Prologue) l Ch.1 l Ch.2 l (3; Coming Soon)

Domme!Reader x Sub!Idol(s)

(Prologue) l

Miniseries:

Outpost!Michael Langdon

(1) l (2) l (3; Coming Soon)

Drabbles:

You & I

Back To 1984

Besos En Guerra ll KSJ

Magnetic ll L.MH

Kinksters Klub:

Spanking!Michael Langdon

Shower Sex w/ Jim

A/N: This is embarrassing. I was initially going to fully participate in the 2019 Kinktober but only got to do the first two days because life got in the way. I wasn’t going to include it in this list for this reason and decided I should since there seems to be new Cody/Michael blogs, so i hope they like these but I will be adding a different title instead of Kinktober.

~Previews~

Aphrodisia T1

Aphrodisia T2

~WIPs~

Aphrodisia Pt.1 (Hyunjin; IP)

Unholy Chaos (Pt.3)

With You w/ Wonho

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mrslangdon666 · 4 years ago

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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

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littledemondani · 4 years ago

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sub outpost michael riding readers thigh while trying not to wake up everyone else

The firelight was dancing around the room, casting a flickering glow on Michael’s sweaty skin. His blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, and you brushed some out of his face, wanting nothing more than to see his beautiful baby blues as he glided along your thigh. “That’s it, baby,” you coo, “Fuck..if only you could see what I see right now. You look so fucking good.”

Your words go straight down to his throbbing cock, making it twitch in response. Not that you could see, the black lace thong that adorned his body hid that from your sight, but you could feel it - feel how much harder he had gotten. You run your hands up his torso and gently pinch his nipples, relishing in the small mewls and whimpers leaving his lips.

“Mmm, who knew that Langdon - big shot Cooperative leader - could be reduced to nothing but a little sissy,” you breathe, pinching his nipples a little harder.

Michael moans, tossing his head back as he humps your leg faster. You smirk, leaning up to take his left nipple into your mouth. You gently rake your teeth over the bud until it hardens, pinching and rolling the right nipple between your fingers as you do so. Michael’s movements stutter and you pull back, tsking in disappointment.

“Nah uh, Langdon. I didn’t say you could cum now, did I?”

He whines, shaking his head rapidly. “No ma’am, y-you didn’t.”

You lick your lips at his obedience, reaching your hand down to palm his cock. “Do you want to take these off?” You ask, running your fingers along the waistband of the thong before snapping it back against his skin. “Hm?”

Michael nods, slowing his thrusts down just a bit. “Yes. Can I please take them off?”

“Go ahead - show me that beautiful fucking cock of yours.”

He wastes no time in removing the thong, ripping it off in one go and tossing the torn material off to the side - leaving him in only your black thigh high stockings he asked to wear.

You moan softly as his cock falls against your thigh, hard and heavy and leaking precum. You run your hand over the shaft, teasing the slit with your thumb for a moment before bringing it to your mouth and sucking off the precum. “Mmm..”

Michael whimpers at the sight as he thrusts against you, reaching his hand down to your soaked cunt. “May I touch you? I really, really want to.”

Your smirk, lifting your right leg over the armrest of the chair you’re sitting it. He licks his lips, groaning softly as his fingertips make contact with your soaked cunt. He drags his fingers through your folds, going at a teasingly slow pace.

“Don’t fucking tease, Langdon,” you warn, “or I won’t let you cum.”

He does as you say, making contact with your clit and rubbing in steady circles. You toss your head back against the seat, moaning as you look up at him and meet his eyes.

Before long, you’re cumming hard, digging your nails into the soft skin of his ass as you do so. He’s held his own release back several times and he isn’t so sure if he can hold back any longer. He looks at you with pleading eyes as he says, “Please..I can’t I-I need to cum...please.”

“Only if you can keep quiet,” you say, panting a bit as you come down from your high. “You don’t wanna wake up the whole Outpost, now do you?”

tagging: @fckinsupreme, @wroteclassicaly, @liliesintherain, @lovelylangdonx, @guiltyfiend, @littlegirlsdontplaynice, @lvngdvns, @apocalxpsetime, @dark-mei-rose

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syven-siren · 5 years ago

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Serving You

Summary: The Reader stalls Micheal’s own release in favor of her own. (Michael Langdon x Female!Reader)

The bed creaks under Michael’s weight as he tries to pull free from his restraints. Although the ties are silk, they still bite at his wrists when he harshly tugs. Calling out to you, he receives no response. The tiny earplugs placed in his ears and the cover over his eyes leave him devoid of two very useful senses. All he can do is wait for you to make your next move. He isn’t sure how long he’s been like this, naked and waiting. His cock aches and throbs as precum dribbles from the tip.

You watch from across the room as your lover ruts his hips, hoping you might close enough that he’ll feel you against him. It’s been ten minutes of him writhing on the bed, waiting so desperately for you. Deciding he’s ready, you make your way toward the bed, your eyes rack over his body like a hungry predator taking in her prey. That’s what he is tonight, your prey. The control is in your hands and you’re going to enjoy every second of it. By the end, he will too.

When your chilled finger tips make contact with the inside of his ankle, his body jerks suddenly, unprepared for your touch.

“(Y/N),” he lets out breathlessly. The rising and falling of his chest accelerate as he tries to anticipate what you will likely do next.

Your touch skims along the length of his leg and across his well-defined thigh, so close to his cock but never giving him the satisfaction of feeling you there. A low growl rumbles in his chest. His defiant need for control sparking. You tsk, watching the frown grow on his face when you cease touching him.

Shocking him, your index finger traces his member from the base to the tip. You drag your finger up his abdomen and chest, spreading the precum that had collected on the pad of your finger. His muscle flex under your touch.

Torturing him further, you leave a light kiss at the corner of his mouth. Recognizing your actions, Michael swiftly turns his head in a futile attempt to steal a kiss. Snickering at his failure, you peck his nose, only annoying him further.

Growing tired of playing games, you carefully straddle his waist. The moment your core touches his cock, Michael bucks his hips causing his length to press on your clit. You let out a yelp as he chuckles beneath you, continuing to move his hips. Not taking too kindly to his antics, your hand is quick to grip his throat. Your nails dig into his flesh and you can feel his racing pulse.

He stills, knowing that continuing will only hinder his chances of getting off sooner. As a reward for his compliance, you kiss him deeply, not asking for entrance before your tongues fight for dominance. Seating yourself back on his lap, you rock your hips, allowing him to slip through your slick folds. You shudder when the head of his cock brushes against you at the perfect angle.

“Fuck, please (Y/N).” He begs, rutting upwards again. This time you don’t stop him, enjoying it too much. “I’m gonna cum. I need to be inside you.”

You’re close too. Your thighs ache and your pussy tingles in delight. Wanting to delay both your highs, you slow your rhythm. Michael groans in irritation as he feels his release flutter away. You play this game with him a few more times.

Planting your hands on his chest, your pace increases again. Your hips moving to an unheard beat. Your right hand slips between you both, fisting his cock. He quivers at your touch, moaning your name. Aligning him with your waiting core, you lower yourself onto him. Both of you moan, when he finally bottoms out.

“So tight. You feel so good.”

At his praise, your pussy clenches around him. Once adjusted to his size, you begin to ride him. With each bounce, Michael’s length brushes against your walls, making your back arch. He thrusts in time with you, both of you working together.

You can feel yourself reaching the edge of your orgasm again. Pressing on your clit, shocks erupt through your lower half. Michael groans beneath you but you pay him no mind; focused on your own pleasure.

A few more bounces on his cock and the coil snaps plunging you straight into orgasmic bliss. You’re body shudders as you continue to ride him through your orgasm. Michael feels the way your core spasms around him but can do nothing but rut his hips upwards in the hope you’ll give him his end too. That doesn’t happen.

Experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm, your hips move to a much slower pace. Michael, who is teetering on the verge of cumming, is pulled back to the harsh reality that you are in control of when he gets his release.

“(Y/N), please. I need to cum. Please let me cum.” His pleading begins again. His voice is laced with desperation.

“You will baby. But first, you need to make me cum again.”

You will eventually give him what he wants but for now, he is going to serve you.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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Hi. Would you write Michael being submissive with reader? Sweet and sexy please. 💖

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

First of all: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I hope that you’ll enjoy this fic and I have written something that you might like, I personally chose to set this in my Mode! Michael AU, (and for that I am tagging @blakewaterxx ) but if it is a problem, please simply let me know and I’ll change it immediately!

Have a nice day!

WARNINGS. Dom-Sub Relationship, Mistress, Light Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Mention of Oral Sex (Male Reeceiving), Dirty Talk.

Michael softly brushed his nose against your chest, and you knew that something was happening that night.

Michael was always the tensest before any important event in his life and tomorrow the photoshoot for Maison Valentino was pretty important for him, since it would choose his presence or not for the fashion week in Milan.

For the entire week he had done nothing more than quip around your house constantly worrying and even when he wouldn’t voice his worry, he still went around the house as a lost soul.

And you couldn’t bear to see him like that, no more.

“Why don’t we move this to our bedroom” you suggested, grabbing his head tightly, gripping his perfectly curled hair.

Michael didn’t seem to even be able to properly reply, simply nodding enthusiastically his head, meanwhile you smirked lightly, amused by his excitement, bringing your lips to his ear, something that seemed to absolutely drive him mad, moaning softly, as you whispered.

“… well why don’t you get ready, meanwhile I fix a bit here in the sitting room?” you encouraged him with a languid look, breathing lightly in his ear, as you slapped his ass, to make him speed off his movements “… do it quick, I want to play with you”.

And Michael immediately raised himself from your chest, his eagerness showing in his quickness which made you giggle lightly as you soundly delivered another slap onto his ass, making him yelp lightly.

And meanwhile he went to your room, you got up and cleaned a bit after yourself, mostly to relax yourself for the scenarios of that night.

Once ten minutes had passed and soft moans were emitted from the other room, you wandered slowly in the threshold of Michael’s bedroom, shooting a quick look inside and discovering your lover in the satin panties he liked to wear on the ‘oh-so-special-nights’.

You still remembered the first time you had caught him wearing them: he had blushed, stammering worried words and asking you about whether you liked them or not.

‘I fucking can’t believe that they suit your ass better than mine!’ you had uttered, meanwhile he had just blushed redder and hid his face between his hands, ordering you to be ‘serious’, just for all his defenses to be lowered as you had started softly kissing his face and you cupped his bulge, inside the satiny material ‘… you are a beautiful surprise Michael, and I can’t wait to know what more you have to offer to me, beloved”.

“Oh, sweetheart, you look delightfully delicious” you commented in that moment, once the memory disappeared from your mind, and Michael pushed his hard-on through the satiny panties, the soft silk caressing the foreskin on his hard cock “… but stop thrusting in your pretty panties, or you’ll stain them, and it won’t be easy to clean them”:

He immediately stilled, a slight flush of red on his cheeks due to shame, as he sat more uptight, almost on his knees, asking for forgiveness and stilling any movement of his hips.

“Good boy” you rewarded him, coming closer and sitting onto one side of the bed, and Michael immediately came close to you, nuzzling his nose in your collarbone, but you soon retreated, looking at him harshly “… babe… you know the rules”.

This was enough to have him stand back, his eyes not meeting yours, as you turned, grabbing one of his naked thighs, making him moan and sigh loudly, inching lightly the hand further towards his panties.

“Repeat the rules for me, baby boy” you ordered him, as your hand stilled, making him yelp lightly a bit disappointed by your refusal, although he knew better than to be ‘an ungrateful whiny bitch’.

“One: I don’t touch what is Mistress’” he mumbled, biting on his lips as you moved your hand to his other thigh, caressing the inner part with a knuckle in a distant gesture that made Michael’s cock twitch in the pink panties “… two: always obey Mistress’ orders”.

He seemed a bit lost in his thoughts and you delivered a light slap onto his thigh, making him immediately flinch.

“… third: don’t touch Mistress, unless she allows it” he continued, as your fingers traced the border of his panties, a little light blue theard that you loved and almost wanted to tease with your lips, but you felt like Michael didn’t deserve it, right now “… fourth… ugh… don’t talk back to Mistress, moans and sighs, included… unless Mistress allows it”.

“… never forget about that, baby boy” you encouraged him, meanwhile your fingers drew abstract patterns right on top of his bulge, making him shake lightly under you, unable to stay still.

“Mistress… fuck… it…”.

“Did I just hear a ‘big boy bad word’?” you asked, lowering close to Michael’s face so that his eyes wouldn’t stray away from yours, those pretty ocean eyes definitely crystal clean and truthful as he lightly nodded, ashamed of his actions “… and you haven’t even finished the rules, bad bad boy”.

And your hands came down onto his thighs, the hit being strong enough that his cock slapped against his thigh, making him painfully whine, as you smirked lightly, grabbing his face into your hands.

“… continue with the rules” you ordered him, as you lightly settled onto his hips “… and if you can arrive to the tenth rule without cumming in your pretty panties or annoying me I’ll take your pretty cock in my mouth, what do you think?”.

He nodded eagerly, and you rewarded his blissful silence softly with a little kiss onto his lips, darting out your tongue lightly to trace the perfect shape of his plush lips, meanwhile your hips started moving against Michael’s bulge a little moan being suppressed by another kiss you delved to his lips, the only mercy you would allow that day.

“You had arrived at the fourth rule… you have to continue with the fifth…” you suggested to him, budging off but keeping your thighs onto his cock, soliciting him with the friction of fabric on fabric.

“… fifth is… never use ‘big boy bad words’, Mistress think they are tacky and bad, and I am Mistress’ good boy” he immediately perked up for the last part of the phrase even more when your eyes praised him softly and rewarded him with a long roll of your hips “… sixth is always waits for Mistress’ permission”.

You hummed your approval, speeding the rhythm of your hips, since all this teasing was, slowly, also getting to you.

Seeing your pretty boy, in such a pretty show of submission got you feeling damn high, as if Michael was helping you, as well, getting your mind off any troubling thoughts.

He looked so pretty all messed up just for you.

You wanted to honestly suck him off, even without the ten rules, but you knew better than to actually show yourself sweet with that ‘little brat’.

“… seventh is to always let Mistress know whenever I feel… “ he blushed, looking at you lightly in the face, fidgeting with his hands, wanting to touch you but stopping himself from doing it “…I feel… when my…”.

“Use your words, baby boy, Mistress has her ears only for you” you teased him, lowering your lips to his ears, making him yelp lightly, almost thrusting his hips up.

“… whenever I feel ‘bothered’…” your eyes let him know that it wasn’t enough “… when I feel my tummy warm and I want Mistress to make me feel good”.

“Good good” you stated, gently brushing away his hair from his face, although you ‘accidentally’ caressed the tip of his ear, making his mouth open at the soft gesture, teasing him.

“Eighth is that if I feel uncomfortable I have to say ‘Gabbana’ “you felt Michael’s sweet laugh after that, almost breaking character and you comforted him with a little smile of his own, remembering him that you were playing “Ninth is that if I want Mistress to stop I have to say red, and if I want her to slow down… it is yellow”.

You nodded, confirming his words, and remembered him that he was close, lowering your mouth directly onto his clothed hard cock, the panties being already wet with pre-cum, but you didn’t feel like making him pay for it, mostly when it was such a pretty sight.

And taste, as you mouthed over the panties, making him take a sharp intake of breath, and you immediately raised your eyes to him, chastising him with a strict look.

“… don’t even think about it, baby boy” you reprimanded him “… if you give up right now, I’ll gladly mark your ass red as the cherries you like so much”.

Michael seemed ready to protest, but he seemed to have enough control to stop himself and you gently went back to slide lightly your mouth onto his bulge, meanwhile your hands comfortingly caressed his thighs, to keep him going.

“Tenth is… tenth is…” he scrunched tight his nose, to focus on the rest of the phrase “…to just feel pleasure”.

“Good good boy!” you praised him, raising your head immediately, meeting his eyes lightly teary due to the overwhelming pleasure of your teasing as he pushed himself to finally let loose, which was enough for him “… now I’ll have to take care of you, what do you think?”.

Your hands slipped his panties down his legs and he smirked softly, a blissful smile on his face, already picturing his reward.

And then your mouth finally touched him, and nothing mattered anymore.

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babyboy-cody · 5 years ago

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𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆 *

PAIRING: Michael/Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Michael can’t sleep because of his thoughts. Y/N decides to take care of that for him.

WARNINGS: hella mommy kink (cause mikey needs some care in his life), use of a strap on, pegging, female pronouns used for male body parts (pussy, clit), PURE FUCKING FILTH, sub!michael

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

The night was passing slowly. It seemed like an hour, when it has really been twenty minutes. The window was cracked open to let in the fresh autumn air. From across the street, Michael can hear the leaves scratching against the pavement as the wind rolls by. The curtains sway gently as the moonlight shines through them. He hasn’t been able to close his eyes the minute his head hit the pillow. He shuffles in his spot and stares up at the ceiling.

Beside him rests his quiet girl. College life has taken a toll on her. The minute her head hit the pillow, she knocked out in just a second. Michael almost feels bad. But then again, he knows how incredibly intelligent she is for someone her age. Y/N does take her knowledge seriously.

Michael sighs quietly for the umpteenth time and rolls onto his side to look at Y/N. She’s resting on her back with her head turned away from him. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she peacefully slept. Her hair is splayed against the pillow so elegantly yet so careless. Michael smiles gently and reaches an arm out to lightly trace her jawline with his pointer finger.

Y/N sighs deeply and turns her head to Michael without waking up. She licks her lips briefly as she lays still. Michael pouts to himself and muffled a small whine. He feels naughty for what he’s about to do. But he can’t help himself. He needs her. He needs his mommy.

Michael shuffles closer to her and lowers himself slightly so he was head level with her breast. His hand trails up her soft hip to push up her baggy shirt. As it rests over her now bare breasts, Michael leans his head down to softly kiss around her nipple. His warm breath causes the soft bud to become erect. His tongue peeks out from between his lips, and the wet muscle swipes up, down, and around Y/N’s pink nipple. He sucks it between his lips and lets out a quiet whimper. His other hand reaches over to massage her neglected breast, his thumb rubbing over her other nipple.

He’s starting to have intrusive thoughts again. He couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as her loves someone as fucked up as him. It almost felt like fate when his father has seen how destructive Michael can be. Y/N is like some angel sent for him. Someone so pure and soft loves someone so dark and rough.

Y/N wakes up slowly as she feels a pressure around her nipples. She rubs her eyes briefly and looks down at the assault she’s feeling on her sensitive nipples. Her brows furrow when Michael looks up at her with his beautifully tear filled eyes. His long lashes are clumped together with unshed tears as he lets out a broken whimper around her nipple.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She softly asks and cups his cheeks in her small hands.

“I-I need you, m–mommy,” Michael hiccups and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Y/N smiles and lets out a soft laugh. Her thumbs wipe under his eyes to collect his fallen tears.

“Why are you crying, my sweet boy?” She asks him, keeping her voice soft and gentle for when he’s dropping and gets into his headspace.

Michael shrugs shyly and sniffles as more tears escape from his crystal eyes. Y/N’s quick to wipe them away as she hushes him quietly and brings him closer to her chest.

“I-I just love you,” he quietly tells her.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispers and kisses his button nose, eliciting a quiet giggle from the boy. “Do you want mommy right now or do you wanna cuddle?”

“I want you right now,” Michael eagerly says, his eyes brightening up as a shy smile pulls on his plump lips.

“Yeah?” Y/N laughs. “How do you want me?”

Michael plays with the hem of her shirt and shrugs shyly. He hums quietly in thought as a small pout forms on his lips. He whines and buries his face in Y/N’s neck to hide his flushed cheeks. She holds his cheeks to keep him from hiding away and pulls his head up to look him in the eyes.

“Answer my question, Michael,” she sternly and softly demands.

Michael sits up on his knees and tucks his hands between them like an obedient little boy. He nervously bites his plump bottom lip and shuffles his hips. Y/N waits patiently and strokes her hand through his soft golden curls. Her hand brushes his jaw in feather–like movements. She circles her thumb around his lips, slightly dipping her finger in to moisten them. Michael lets out a small moan and wraps his lips around her thumb.

“Do you want mommy here?” Y/N asks quietly, slowly pushing her thumb in and out from between his sinful lips.

Michael hallows his cheeks briefly and swirls his silky tongue around her thumb. He shyly shakes his head. Y/N raises her brows and removes her thumb from his lips with a wet pop. His saliva glistens on his skin as she slowly moves her hand down to his neck, lightly running her fingertips across his smooth yet sharp collarbones. The hairs at the back of his neck stand on end as the soft strokes ignite a fire in the pit of his stomach.

Y/N’s hand trails down his soft stomach, lightly dipping her index finger in his belly button. Michaels squirms and giggles quietly from the ticking sensation. Y/N laughs at his cuteness and squeezes his hip pudge gently.

“Do you want mommy…” she trails off as she lowers her hand to the hardening lump in his blue boxers. “here?”

Michael gasps as Y/N shoved her hand inside the fabric to grip his cock in her fist. She leisurely strokes in uneven movements. Her thumb swirls around the leaking head, pressing down slightly on the slit. Michael mewls and bucks his hips up. His hands are clutching his milky thighs, digging his nails into his skin.

“N-No, mo–mommy,” Michael shakily whispers.

Y/N hums and dips her hand lower to cup and massage his balls. Michael sighs dreamily and spreads his thighs wider as her hand disappears between them. She smirks and lightly brushes her fingers against his tight hole.

“What about…” she suddenly presses hard. “here?”

Michael chokes out a moan and frantically nods. His chest rises and falls heavily as he throws his head back to the ceiling, moaning into the night air as Y/N draws firm circles against his hole.

“Such a needy little pup,” Y/N grins and removes her hand from Michael’s boxers after cupping his balls one last time. “Lay back for me, baby.”

He easily complies and lays on his back, panting from the newfound heat surrounding them. He rests his head against the pillows and sucks his own thumb. Y/N taps his hips, signaling for him to lift them so she can slide down his boxers. As she throws the offending fabric across the room, Michael lets out a muffled whimper from the sudden coolness against his hard and leaking cock. his stomach churns and clenches. He squeezes his thighs together and pulls his thumb from his lips.

“Hurts,” he pouts.

“I know, puppy,” Y/N feigns a pout and spreads his creamy thighs, pushing his knees to his chest. “Want mommy to make it go away?”

Michael curls his toes and nods against the pillows. He lets out a quiet hum and rests an arm above his head, fingers twirling around the endless amount of golden curls. Y/N smiles at his angelic position and spreads his cheeks to see his hole clearly.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” she grins and leans down to lick a stripe up his hole. “You taste so sweet.”

She sucks and nibbles around the rim. Michael lets out a broken moan and bucks his hips. Y/N shoots him a stern look and presses her arm down on his stomach to keep him flat and still. She licks Michael’s hole again and again until it’s dripping with her saliva. She massages the spot between his hole and balls, and Michael lets out a small shout, toes curling and hands clenching.

“You like it when mommy plays with your little clit?” Y/N asks him softly as she moves her thumb faster while pressing down harder on Michael’s sensitive spot. “My squirmy little puppy.”

Michael moans and clenches around nothing as Y/N goes back down to lick and slurp his wet hole. His eyes are closed tightly as the tingly sensation in his belly increased. His body feels like it’s 1000 degrees.

“M-Mommy,” he croaks. “Need you.”

“I know, pup. Just let mommy stretch you out, okay?” Y/N softly tells him and reaches over to the drawer to pull out a small bottle of lube.

“’Kay,” Michael whispers and plants his feet on the bed while keeping his legs spread. “Love you.”

“I love you,” Y/N laughs softly.

Michael blushes and closes his eyes, turning his head to the side. His curls rest messily on his forehead as they frame his flushed cheeks. He hums drowsily as Y/N rubs her lubed fingers up and down his hole. She slowly pushes in her middle finger. Michael lets out a quiet hiss as his face scrunches up from the slight burn. Y/N hushes him quietly and presses gently kisses up and down his inner thighs. She moves her finger in and out carefully — as she doesn’t want to hurt her lovely boy. She sets in a gentle pace.

“Hmm,” Michael’s whines and pants heavily against the pillow. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Y/N whispers and massages his thigh with her free hand. “Are you feeling better now?”

Michael nods and lets out a gasp as she adds her ring finger. She speeds up the pace and scissors her fingers. The slick sounds of her wet fingers, coupled with Michael’s high pitched gasps are starting to make her panties become wet from her own juices. She carefully slides in her index finger and crooks her finger against Michael’s spongy spot. He curls his toes and throws his head back as Y/N fucks her fingers into his hole. He clenches around them greedily as he babbles incoherent words.

“What’s that, puppy?” She asks and moves her arm faster to fuck her fingers into him harder. “Cat got your tongue?”

“W–Wan–…Fu–uck…nnngghhh,” Michael squeals and grabs onto his own hair, tugging and scratching.

Y/N smiles at the way he’s falling apart under her hands. She pulls her fingers out of him and slides her damp panties down. She uses her wet fingers to rub her clit. She stares down at Michael with a feral look in her eyes. He stares back with tears threatening to slip down his rosy cheeks. Y/N pants and moans as she dips her fingers into her slit. She offers her wet fingers to Michael and he eagerly wraps his lips around them. He moans lewdly and sucks her juices off.

“That’s a good puppy,” she draws out and pulls her fingers from his lips.

She reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out the thick strap on with leather straps. She slides it on as she does with her own panties and fastens the straps so they’re snug tightly around her hips. The dildo is about six inches long and has a width of Y/N’s wrist, which isn’t that wide compared to Michael’s. She grabs the lube and pours a generous amount onto her palm. Y/N shuffles closer and spreads Michael’s thighs wider.

“You want mommy’s thick cock?” She coos and strokes her hand on the toy, hissing as if it’s her real cock. “I can’t wait to destroy your little pussy.”

Michael pants heavily and stares up at her through thick lashes and heavy lids. His cheeks are enflamed and his parted lips are swollen from biting them. Y/N suddenly wishes she has her phone to capture his gorgeous face. She grabs the base and presses it against his hole. As she slowly pushes the tip in, Michael hisses and grabs onto the covers tightly, digging his nails into them as he throws his head back.

“That’s it, puppy,” she soothingly whispers as she kisses his collarbones. “Take every inch I give you.”

When his hole stretches around the thick toy, Y/N lets out a small moan as she presses a small button and vibrations are spread through her pussy. When her pelvis is pressed against Michael’s leaking cock, he lets out a shaky gasp and clenches tightly. Y/N grins and grips onto the pillows on either side of his head.

“Are you ready for me?” She breathlessly asks, brushing her nose across his clenched jaw.

Michael whines and nods. Almost suddenly, Y/N starts to thrust her hips against his. The slick toy catches on his rim as she fucks into him fast and hard. Michael squeals and grabs onto the headboard. His lips are parted and his nose is scrunched up.

“Oh m–my…uunnhhhh,” he practically yells.

He sounds so girlish that it makes Y/N moan deeply. Her thighs slap against his as she pushes deep inside and starts to swirl and grind her hips. She wraps her hand around Michael’s throat and ruts into him. He lets out a broken moan and grabs her wrist as she starts tightening her hand. Y/N growls and fucks him relentlessly. Michael cries out as thick tears roll down his temples.

“You’re such a needy little puppy. Mommy’s squirmy baby,” Y/N growls in his ear.

Michael sobs and curls his toes. His hips jerk up as she goes faster and faster until his entire body is sliding up the bed. She curls an arm over his head to grab onto the headboard. She lowers her head to lick and suck his sensitive rosy nipples. Michael gasps and arches his back, wrapping his thighs around her hips.

“P-Please,” he sobs and grabs Y/N’s hips, digging his short nails into her skin.

“What do you want?” Y/N pants in his ear as the vibrations from the toy intensify on her clit.

“Cu-Cum,” he whines and reaches a hand down to wrap around his cock, hastily jerking his hand around the base and tip. “I’m cumming!”

Y/N presses her hips deep into his as the vibrations settle on her clit and Michael’s prostate. She moves his hand away to jerk his own cock. She squeezes the base and circles her hand around the tip. She digs her thumb into the sensitive underside of his tip.

Michael gasps as his body tenses. He buries his head in the pillow and his stomach clenches as his hole tightens. His hips jerk up as thick spurts of cum shoot onto his pale stomach and chest. Y/N keeps jerking him off as she feels the knot in her stomach get tighter and warmer.

“Mommy’s cumming, baby,” she moans and grinds her hips up as the vibrations change angles.

Her thighs tremble and her toes curl as she cums hard and slow that makes her entire body jerk forward. Michael whines sluggishly into the pillow and pants heavily. Y/N turns off the vibrations and slowly pulls the toy out of his hole. She lets out a please hum at the sight of his gaping hole, the rim enflamed and slick from lube. She presses her thumb over his hole for a brief moment. Michael jerks away and whines drowsily.

“You did so good for mommy,” she whispers and strokes his face lightly with her hand.

Michael hums and breaks out into a shy smile. His eyes are glistening and bright as he looks at Y/N. He leans up as he pulls her down by the back of her neck and presses his lips to hers in a slow kiss. She laughs softly against his lips and lowers her head to kiss his jaw and neck.

“Do you wanna cuddle now?” She asks him softly.

Michael eagerly nods.

#michael langdon #ahs: apocalypse #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon smut #michael langdon imagine #sub!michael #my masterlist #SUBBY MICHAEL IS A CONCEPT

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emmyrosee · 5 years ago

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Omg that answer was pure gold. I’m now requesting a fic of reader using toys on Michael 😱. Btw thank you for being so amazing

Anonymous said Reader tying Michael down to the bed and teasing him with toys until he can’t take anymore and begs to come

Now y’all are speaking my language🤤

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The vibrations of the wand sends Michael into a spasm every time it grazes against his leaking slit. He can’t help it, poor thing, so desperate to come that he’ll follow the toy in your hand like its the map to paradise.

Which, you both suppose, it is.

The whirring never stops, its been awake for too many minutes, if not breaching an hour by now. That insistent noise is all Michael can hear and focus on, every nerve in his ear focusing just on the buzzing alone. Every now and again, your voice will cut in to either praise him for being such a good boy, or reprimand him for being the dirty little thing he is.

There’s a thick cloud of hazy lust and tears that covers his blue eyes from seeing you completely, but when he blinks and it fades, it makes him even more ashamed when he sees your bored expression, which, in any other head space, he knows its not real and you’re having more than enough fun tormenting him so openly. But he knows better than to critique you; he learned that the heard way last time, when he told you to let him finish if you were bored. In retaliation, you grabbed his belt and tied the vibrator to the base of his cock and told him to keep it there until you came back.

Nearly passed out that time, and he would tell you that it was too much if he didn’t love it so much.

The tight coil in his belly is strangely tight this time around, but he assumes it’s because of the occasional drops in his stomach you give him when you dip the vibrator oh, so slightly down his shaft, and he chokes on his tongue and the moan that was leaving his lips.So close, he’s so close, he feels the pressure and pain of the heat between his legs after being denied for so long, and he turns feverish and stammered in his thrusts into the wand, interrupting what was previously in perfect rhythm.

“Please,” he begs, voice hoarse and strangled from the cries and moans that left those perfectly pouty lips just seconds ago. His throat hurts, it actually hurts from whining and begging and moaning and crying your name at the top of his lungs for the past hour. He swallows around his gasps for breath, pleas of mercy working their way to your ears.

“I don’t care what I have to do, I’ll do anything, please, I can’t take it anymore,” he sobs, trowing his head back once you stop moving the toy and settle it just on the hypersensitive head of his angry red cock. His blonde curls spread out behind him like a halo, and he starts to see stars. “Please...”

His heart stops abruptly as your face becomes clear in his vision, and when you reach up to brush the sweat hair from his face, you wince at how warm he has become. You’re a familiar enough face to remind Michael why he’s doing this to himself, and when you lean down to kiss his temple, more tears fall from his baby blue pools.

“Come for me, Michael,” you whisper in his ear.

His eyes screw shut and, with every fiber of his being, he musters the energy to finally climax. His thighs clench as he howls, the frustrations of holding back his seed making him explode like a champagne bottle.

He’s so sensitive, he flinches when you lean forward to kiss his lips.

“Good boy for me. Such a good boy.”

#okay #so maybe this got a little long #i dunno what to tell you #sub!michael #michael langdon #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x reader smut #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon american horror story #american horror story imagine #american horror story apocalypse #ahs apocalypse #ahs 8

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taehyungsgrowl · 6 years ago

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Tonight's thoughts: sub Michael whining and begging Dom!reader to let him t*ckle her bc it turns him the fuck on and the reader being hesitant but reluctantly agreeing and eventually theres a power dynamic swap while he tickles her bc he's skilled™ and she's sensitive af™ and shE ends up being the one begging ;)) - t*cklekink!anon

T*ICKLEKINK!ANON I LOVE YOU OH MY GOD I AM SO THANKFUL FOR YOUR ANONS HOLY SHIT!

I am a big fan of a Sub!Michael (especially during the Hawthorne era). Imagine him being so nervous to ask to tickle you (drawing inspo from my shy!hawthorne!michael blurbs BECAUSE SHY SUBBY HAWTHORNE MICHAEL IN AN ANGEL OK)

He’d be rosy cheeked and stammering around his words at first. He had only recently discovered how much the thought of tickling you turned him on. I’m def gonna quote one of my friends on here (idk if i can expose her or not for this kink but - “its a way to be submissive without actually being in pain.”) and that alone made Michael’s heart race.

“C-can we try something different?” he’d toy with the hem of his shirt, nervous as hell for asking.

“What is it, baby?” you’d ask, unsure of what he’d request.

“I just - c-can I tickle you?” his face would be flaming with embarrassment.

“What!?” you’d try not to let your tone discourage him.

“It’s stupid.. I’m sorry for asking.” he’d turn away from you.

“No, no no,” you’d reassure him, “if it’s something you want.. we can try.” you were still unsure about this.

Coming to an understood agreement, you’d lay down on the bed and allow Michael to hover above you. He’d slowly strip you of your clothing while pressing kisses to your lips in between.

Once he had you completely bare of any clothes, he would attach him lips to your breast, latching on to them and sucking gently on them. You knew how much this soothed him; you slowly parted his hair with your fingers as he continued using his tongue on your nipple.

His hand would come up to your other tit, holding it firmly; letting his thumb and forefinger tweak the nipple.

The pressure applied would make you release a breathy moan that would not go unnoticed by Michael.

With his mouth still latched on to you, his hand would sliver off your boob and grasp on to your side to tickle the indentation of your waist.

Hearing you release a laugh made him moan around your breast. He would stop the sucking to kiss the valley between your tits. His other hand would mirror the other so either side of you was in his grasp.

You’d wiggle as his dig his fingers into you, trying to squirm out of the tickles, “pleaseee” more laughter would erupt, “Michael!”

One of his hands would leave your waist and pin your hip down to the mattress.

You saw a shift in the way Michael looked at you. Obedience left his eyes; in the place was a determined Michael. “You really want me to stop?” he’d nip at your neck, his hand snaking down to your pussy.

Much to Michael’s surprise, you were dripping. “You like this hm?” a deeper dig at your sides. You could only giggle in response.

“What was that Y/N?” he’d slip a finger into your cunt, slowly pumping in and out. His tickling hand copying the pace of his pumping.

“Yes.. oh god yes” you would be bucking your hips into his hand not being to get enough of his touch.

#michael langdon #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader #t*cklekink!anon #sub!michael langdon #dom! michael langdon #both?#power plays #ahs #american horror story #apocalypse #shy!hawthorne!michael #hawthorne!michael

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dillion-langdon · 6 years ago

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I Fell out of Heaven to be with You in Hell Part 1

Michael x Reader, soon to be Sub!Michael x Reader

Summary: Reader reflects on how Miriam introduces you to Michael Langdon and how your whole relationship began.

Warnings: just a ridiculous amount of fluff, for now. The next chapter will be pure smut and sub!Michael and generally just a lot of hot, passionate sex. This is just setting the stage for endless amounts of fluff and for a slow burn.

Word count: 2K

Michael Langdon.

That name seemed to be everywhere to you. Each vowel reverberating deep inside of your soul, as if your body was hollow. That name was all you could ever think about now. Saying it out loud gave you chills, but in a good way. A warm spark of electricity shooting throughout your whole being. Ever since you laid your eyes on that young man who lived down the street, he was all you could ever think about.

When Miriam, one of your neighbours and close friend, introduced you to him, it felt like a ton of bricks dropped into your stomach. As soon as you saw him, you knew. It was like everything that happened in your life, all the trauma and failure and heartbreak, was leading you up to this point. You were meant to meet this person and you weren’t really sure why, but all you knew was that Michael Langdon was special and he was suppose to be in your life.

One warm, fall day when you were walking home from the grocery store, Miriam’s car drove past you and pulled up into her driveway. You noticed someone tall and slender sitting in the passenger seat and thought this was odd, as Miriam lived alone. She did happen to kill her first three husbands, however this man was young, and quite handsome from what you could tell through the windshield window. As soon the car stopped, Miriam turned in the driver seat to look at you and beamed. She got out and started moving towards you with outstretched arms.

“(Y/N)! I want you to meet someone.”

Your attention turned back to the car and there he was, standing behind it and staring.

Staring right at you.

The look on his face was exactly how you felt. You felt suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and shock. In a holy-shit kind of way. His eyes were deeply hooded and a light blue; they were intense, yet soft and the way they stared at you felt like they were boring holes into your soul. Your mouth fell open and you shuddered. The two of you just stood there for a few full seconds, eyes locked onto each other. It was mesmerizing.

You were soon brought back to reality when Miriam brought you into a warm embrace. You broke eye contact with him and gave Miriam a soft peck on the cheek as you hugged her back. As you had your head over her shoulder you quickly glanced back up to him. He was still looking at you.

He gave you a sheepish smile and you nearly melted. Who was this guy?

“Michael, come over here,” Miriam beckoned him over, “Don’t be shy! This is (Y/N), she just lives down the street from us. She’s the one I’ve been telling you about.”

She talked to him about me, you wondered to yourself.

Miriam looked back to you, still smiling and said, “(Y/N), this is Michael Langdon. He’s the Antichrist.” Her smile broadened and eyes lit up at the word.

Over the past few months, over your coffee dates with Miriam, she would share to you how her and the Church of Satan were navigating the whereabouts of the Antichrist. You were never a Satanist per say, but you always held stock to whatever Miriam said and found the subject quite fascinating. You just never thought they would find him or if they did, he’d be a sham of some sort. Never did you consider he would be real nor someone like Michael.

Your eyes widened. As he made his way over he shyly waved his hand and said, “Ms. Mead, stop. It’s not that big of a deal.” His voice was angelic and youthful.

Obviously feeling shy, he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at his boots. As he stood beside Miriam, the height difference was incredible. He was clearly a good foot taller than her. Almost as if you were a puppet and someone was pulling your strings, you automatically held out your hand.

“Hi, Michael.” Still looking down, he quickly grabbed your hand to shake it. A jolt of energy shot through your arm and you nearly jumped. He felt it too because he looked up at you and your eyes met, once again. This time they were much softer and you sensed a strong familiarity to them. You felt drunk and everything seemed to go hazy. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you couldn’t help but gawk at him. He was truly handsome.

Goddamm.

“Do you wanna come inside for some coffee?” Miriam asked, interrupting you and Michael’s moment. The both of you snapped out of it and you nodded. Taking your groceries home can wait, you had a different agenda now, and that was to find out more about this beautiful man that stood before you. You felt like you had no control of the situation and that you had to go inside, like something was pulling you down this wonderful, new winding path.

You followed them inside and to your surprise, Michael offered to carry your bags in. You handed them over and silently thanked yourself for doing your makeup before you left the house today.

That afternoon, as the three of you sat at the kitchen table and chatted, Michael’s gaze never left you. You could sense that Miriam was aware of this and somehow wanted it to happen? Was this what she wanted all along? It wasn’t until later in your relationship with Michael that you found out—that yes, she indeed wanted Michael to date you and it was her full intention to hook you two up.

As the conversation went on, for hours that is, you could feel Michael warming up to you. When Miriam shared how Michael came to be and mentioned Constance, you noticed Michael’s expression changed. His eyes flickered dark and his demeanor shriveled. He was still wounded, and deeply. Miriam quickly changed the subject as she knew this was still a tender spot for him and you could tell he was grateful.

When Miriam started talking about Hawthorn School for Exceptional Young Men, and how they had plans to get him enrolled, you swore you felt Michael’s foot slide in between yours. You looked at him and he gave you another one of his sheepish smiles. He was flirting with you!

Your heart started to race and you panicked, “I should really get home. I have a college paper to write,” you managed to sputter out. You stood up so fast the chair squeaked; Michael followed suit.

“Oh,” Miriam looked at you, then up at Michael, “well we don’t want you to get behind your studies.” She gestured to Michael and said, “Michael, why don’t you walk (Y/N) home?” The two of you started to move when she added, “Oh, and don’t forget her groceries!”

The two of you left the house, with Michael having your bags in tow. It was already passed 7 p.m. and the sky was dusky with shades of pink and orange. You honestly never felt more nervous in your life. All of a sudden you came aware of every flaw and article of clothing you wore, and started to tug and pull at your outfit. The butterflies erupted again and you had a lump stuck in your throat. Your palms were sweaty and started to hurt. You were usually a confident person but Michael Langdon rendered you into a puddle.

You and Michael walked shoulder to shoulder and he was careful to follow your stride. Despite being a nervous wreck, you felt oddly at ease with him. The both of you were quiet and continued to walk to your door in comfortable, yet romantically awkward silence.

You felt the beat of your heart quicken as the pair of you reached your door. Your palms throbbed with anxiety. What was going to happen now? Was he going to kiss you? Should you just shake his hand? Maybe not, your palms were awfully sweaty. Your mind raced on what to do next.

He sat your bags down and turned to face you. You realized you forgot to leave the front door light on, but that didn’t matter. You were too nervous to care and too focused on the beautiful boy in front of you. You admired how his hair effortlessly framed his face and how his jawline went for days up into his blond curls.

“Well,” he nervously sighed, “I guess this is you.”

“Yep.” You awkwardly stated.

The both of you stood there for what seemed like hours, as you both anticipated what was going to happen next.

“Um-uh, listen—,” you began but he hastily cut you off.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” He blurted out loudly.

You were stunned. That sentence seemed to ring through your ears.

He quickly added, “I mean—like on a date. If you want.”

“Absolutely!” Your heart was singing. Even though your intuition was guiding you through the whole thing, you couldn’t believe it. Relief and joy washed over you.

He beamed and it was honestly the cutest thing ever. He looked so much like a lost puppy who just found its owner. And that owner was you.

A sudden realization washed over you both as you realized what must happen next. He took a step forward and you could feel the warmth of his body enclose on you, and he asked, “Is it okay if I kiss you goodnight?”

You gulped and nodded.

Holy fuck.

All of a sudden he was towering over you and you felt a broad hand cup your chin. That same flushed energy sparked up into your head with a rush of endorphins as his large, supple lips softly met yours. It was gentle yet firm all at the same time. Without using any tongue, he slightly parted his lips and let the heat of his breath enter you. It was so heady and inebriating, you felt dizzy as your head swam with his affection. The kiss only lasted several seconds but it might as well been eons. You never felt so lost inside of another person, so encompassed with them.

When you two finally pulled away from one another, Michael looked ecstatic. His normally bright blue eyes were darkened, his pupils dilated. For some reason, deep down you knew this was his first kiss.

“You’re a pretty good kisser for someone who never has done it before,” you added. You don’t know what or who made you said it, but you did. His face flushed a deep crimson and he chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Uh-yeah,” he shoved his hands in his pocket again and started to shuffle his feet, looking down. “But I’m really glad it was you,” he tenderly added. He met your eyes again for the what seemed like the millionth time that day and they still bore those holes into your soul. There was such a subtly to them and you can tell he was being genuine. He really meant it.

“I’ll text your mom—,” you stopped yourself, “I mean, Miriam, for your number.” You quickly added and you both laughed, knowing full well Miriam was not his biological mother. “Then we can set up a place and time?”

He nodded.

“Sure. You have a goodnight, (Y/N).” He started to walk away, grinning to himself like an idiot. He was glowing and so were you.

As he was half way down the pathway, he stopped, turned to you and said something so profound, only you could understand it. It was like striking a nail onto the coffin. His eyes met yours for the last time that evening and he said, with utmost certainty:

“(Y/N),” you looked at him, “I fell out of Heaven to be with you in Hell.”

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years ago

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dom hawthorne michael x shorter male reader,, they are enemies and uh.. michael is aggressive as fuck. HE DOES NOT SHUT UP DURING SEX HE JUST KEEPS COMMENTING ON HOW *** YOU AR E💔

NO BECAUSE HE WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT SHIT TOO 💀💀

Enemies With Benefits (Michael Langdon x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, slight degradation, sub reader, dom Michael

"God, you look so tiny underneath me," Michael taunted as he thrusted into you. "I mean, I knew you were short, but damn."

"Shut up," you mumbled as you wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

You and Michael had hated each other ever since you'd first met, but you couldn't deny the sense of arousal and major sexual tension you felt whenever he was near. He confronted you about it, and the two of you ended up fucking in your room later that night.

Ever since then, you'd both find ways to sneak away during the day just so you could experience a few moments of pleasure before you went back to hating each other. The two of you were enemies with benefits, you could say.

Take now, for example. He was currently fucking you to help relieve some of the stress and worry he had over a test he'd taken recently, but rather than doing it in your bedroom he had you pinned over a stack of books in the library.

"Hey, I'm not the one who looks like they're still going through puberty."

"Michael, can you shut up? Someone could hear you," you hissed at him before letting out a low moan.

"Aw, what's wrong baby boy? Worried about getting caught?"

Before you could answer he quickly slammed into you, causing you to let out a whimper.

"Now who's being too loud?" He smirked as he watched you glare at him.

"Why, you son of a-"

"Are you sure you want to be finishing that sentence, dear? It'd be such a shame if I decided to not let you cum."

You huffed as you avoided his eyes, choosing to gaze at the floor instead.

"Sorry," you mumbled out as he leaned in closer.

"Much better," he whispered in your ear before gently nipping at your lobe.

You shivered in delight as he suddenly quickened his pace, catching you off guard.

"Oh, Michael," you cried as you let out a shocked moan.

He covered your mouth with his hand as he shushed you. "Try to be quiet, alright baby? You wouldn't want anyone to come investigate and spoil our fun, now would you?"

You very quickly shook your head no.

"Good boy." He observed you carefully with his piercing eyes before removing his hand from your mouth. "Now try to be quiet, or I'll have to punish you for it later."

You bit your lip as you took in the angelic sight above you. How he managed to stay so put together even while he was fucking your brains out you would never know.

Noticing how you were staring at him, he glanced down at you and smirked. "Enjoyng the view?"

"Very much so," you responded as he began to quite roughly leave a trail of kisses along your jawline leading down to your neck.

You tangled your fingers into his hair and moaned softly in pleasure. You could feel yourself getting close, but you tried to hold it back for as long as possible, not wanting this feeling to end.

He brought his head up from the crook of your neck as his thrusts became sloppy, a silent indicator that he too was getting close.

He squeezed your hips tightly as he came along with you, letting out a string of curses as you watched a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

He pulled out of you before tucking his length back into his pants and zipping them up. You pulled your pants up as well, your legs wobbly from how hard he'd fucked you.

He gave you an acknowledging nod of what'd just happened before turning to leave.

"Hey, um, Michael?" You hesitantly asked, unsure of his reaction. The two of you usually didn't communicate much after sex.

"Yes?" He quirked an eyebrow at you as he turned back around.

"Don't worry too much over that test, okay? I'm sure you did great. You always do."

His usual stony gaze softened as he looked at you. "I- thank you," was all he said as he studied the features of your face. He opened his mouth to say more before deciding against it and leaving the section of the library you'd previously fucked in.

"You're welcome," you whispered to yourself as you watched him leave.

Unbeknownst to you, he'd still been within earshot when you spoke and smiled softly to himself upon hearing your words. Maybe he didn't hate you so much after all.

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kissydevil · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 1/? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6k

Relationships: Michael Langdon/Reader

Tags: sub!Michael, femdom, Strap-Ons, Pegging, Riding, Anal Sex, Latex, rubberman but make it rubberwoman and sexier, Kink Discovery, when daddy issues and mommy issues collide, does the latex fetish stem from his childhood? probably, Hawthorne!Michael, Mommy Kink, it's only mentioned twice, Possessive Michael, Arguing, Texting, Spanking, Crying, Begging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, michael is a spoiled brat, and he likes it when you touch his face, Fluff, reader doesn't climax

Summary: You and Michael have a small spat when he expresses his problem with you going out in revealing dominatrix-esque clothing.

After putting him in his place, you leave to celebrate your friend’s birthday as planned. Michael must stay at Hawthorne to receive his blessings ahead of the Seven Wonders.

A few desperate texts later, you decide to give him what he wanted all along when you get back that night. But not without a little punishment.

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michael-langdon-appreciation · 6 years ago

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Hey could you do a small blurb of Michael and Y/N being in the outpost and they’re trying something new like where he has her wearing a collar with a leash (you know like doms do with their sub) and everyone else thinks she’s like being forced to but she actually loves wearing it and following him around

What a DELICIOUS ASK! 😍

I bring the champagne glass up to my lips, once again disappointed it’s only water. I’ve been craving some of the champagne Michael keeps in the Sanctuary for special occasions, but at Outpost 3 I’m forced to drink only water. It might sound pretentious, but Michael always ensure I’m never wanting for anything just as long as I do absolutely everything he asks of me.

Coco leans in towards me, her eyes on my neck. ‘Okay, I’m all for you not wanting to rock the boat what with your cushy spot at Langdon’s side, but whatever happened to girl power?’

I know she’s referring to the collar round my neck, black with a deep set of rubies. It’s worth more than all of their lives put together, the precious gems spelling out the initials M.L.

‘You don’t have to wear it round us.’ Coco insists, ‘Take it off, you look like a damn dog.’

‘You never know who is watching us.’ I remind her, but Coco simply waves over Mallory.

‘Mal, have you seen Langdon snooping about?’

The grey shakes her head, her hair-dildo waving as her head moves, ‘No, I think he’s in his room.’

‘See.’ Coco smiles, her fingers reach up to unhook my collar, ‘You don’t belong to anyone, not here. It’s the end of the world Y/N, have some self-respect.’

I spring out of her grasp and set my glass down on the piano, trying to collect myself. I bite my tongue to stop my eyes from wandering up to the balcony wrapping round the library. A set of vivid blues eyes look down on us all, but they are fixated on me, I can feel them burning into me.

He knows I’m here, that I slipped out.

‘You seem to have formulated the opinion that I am wearing it to please Langdon.’ I tell her, gathering the rest of the group’s attention, ‘Has it not occurred to you that I like wearing it?’

Gallant grins as Coco falls silent, ‘I mean I’d wear the hell outta it.’ Gallant sends me a toast, ‘It’s so vampire smut, I live for it.’ He tosses a look to Coco, ‘You’re dressed in a Victorian gown with a corset looking like a marshmallow, sweetie. You’d kill to have that wrapped around your neck.’

Coco kicks off at Gallant and I slip out, eager not to get involved in their pettiness. I head straight to where Michael stands, overlooking the argument. I can see the boredom in his eyes change to delight as he turns and inspects me. I let the blood-red leash go, the weight pulling at my neck as it wraps round my body before dangling limply at my side. ‘I see you went off-leash.’ Michael decides, ‘I didn’t give you permission to leave our room wearing this.’

‘Forgive me, master.’ I smirk, stepping slowly closer. ‘I wanted to show off your latest gift. See the jealousy flare in their eyes as they all realise who owns me.’

‘Well you succeeded.’ Michael gives nothing away, ‘And now the entire Outpost knows what a slut you are. Walking round wearing my initials, rubbing their noses in it. We shouldn’t be show-offs dear, you won’t get into heaven acting like that.’

My fingers stroke his lapels, ‘I lost my ticket to heaven the day I let you ruin me.’

His eyes gleam with desire. Michael’s long fingers trace down my leash taking hold hold of the end, ‘Heel.’ I kneel down before him and Michael rewards me with a soft pet on the top of my head. ‘It seems the imbeciles do not understand out playtime.’

‘How could they?’ I ask, ‘They aren’t devoted to anyone, not even themselves, disobeying your rules and shortening their own pathetic lives-’

My sentence is cut off by Michael yanking at the leash, the tug landing my face in-between his polished boots, ‘Just as you disobeyed me.’ I peer up at him seeing his eyes blown wide. He loves this so much, toying with me, pretending he’s pissed off just so he can raw me again. Michael’s hands drop behind my hair and I feel him unhook the collar, ‘A loyal pet such as yourself deserves something pretty to wear,’ He says, ‘But naughty pets get scolded.’ The collar falls away and Michael leans down, holding it in-front of me.

‘Michael,’ I whine, missing the feel of it round my neck. ‘I want it back.’

‘You want it back.’ He mimics, ‘You should have thought about the consequences of parading around in it outside of our bedroom.’ The collar drops to the floor beside me, Michael leans against the balcony railing and lifts his red soled boot off the floor directly in-front of my face. I can hear the residents of Outpost 3 below as our eyes lock together, ‘If you want it back, you’re going to have to prove what a good girl you are. Lick every inch of my boots clean until they are spit slick and shining.’

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littledemondani · 5 years ago

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sub dunc trying to act tough in front of some of his co workers so he disrespects the reader and they get super mad and it’s just smut

I decided to combine this with another ask I got: “anonymous said: putting sub duncan in his place send tweet.”

Warnings: established femdom/subboy relationship, sub!duncan, pegging, anal fingering, rough sex

Word Count: 912

You didn’t think that when Duncan asked you to go with him and his coworkers to dinner that you would end up becoming the butt of his jokes. He ridiculed you, all because one of his coworkers told him he was “whipped” and “wrapped around your finger.” You spent the rest of the evening giving him the silent treatment, but not being so obvious that it drew attention to the two of you. You were in the middle of chatting with one of his coworker’s wives when you heard him talking about your sex life, how he ran the show and you bent to his every demand. It set you off, but all you could do was pretend like you didn’t hear him and wait until you got home to put the fucker in his place.

Finally, you all left for the penthouse, the drive home even more awkward than the actual dinner itself. He was flirty with you, making suggestive conversation and running his hand up your thigh. You recoiled at first but figured it was best to let him, after all, you needed him to be worked up for what you were about to do to him. You rubbed your hand over his cock, whispering how you couldn’t wait to get home into his ear, how you spent the whole dinner wanting nothing more than to suck on his cock, to make him feel good. He groaned softly, speeding all the way back to his place.

He pulled you into the elevator and kissed you needfully, running his hands up and down your sides, over your breasts, onto your ass, squeezing and slapping your flesh. You yelped slightly, giggling a little as you tugged on his lower lip. As soon as the doors opened, you stumbled all the way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor throughout the penthouse. By the time you all got to the room, you were in nothing but your panties and Duncan was in his boxers. You pushed him onto the bed, grinning wickedly as he falls back with a groan.

“Mm, get on your hands and knees, baby,” you tell him, eyeing him up and down, “Let me make you feel good.”

He does as you ask, removing his boxers before situating himself in the center of the bed. You grab your strap-on and some lube from your toy drawer, smirking to yourself as you climb onto the bed. “Such a good boy, Duncan. Doing what I ask you to.”

He whines at the praise, wiggling his ass a little in anticipation of what’s to come. You run your hands over the swell of his ass before smacking him lightly, giggling as he pushes back for more. You kiss from his lower back down to his left cheek, gently biting it before moving onto his right cheek. He moans softly, begging you to give him more.

“Tell me what you want, Duncan,” you say, circling the tip of your tongue around his hole. “You gotta be specific in order to get what you want.”

“Please, Y/N...I want you to f-fuck…,” he breathes, clenching as you work your tongue on his hole.

“You want me to fuck you?” you chuckle, bringing your hand to cup and squeeze his balls. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes..! Please, I want it so badly.”

You smirk, grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting some on his hole and your fingers. You slowly prep him, pumping your fingers in and out of him while you suck on his balls and stroke his cock. Once he’s ready, you put on the strap-on and work some lube over the dildo, lining up with his hole. “Are you ready for me, baby? Ready to feel my big cock.”

He nods rapidly, moaning loudly as you ease the tip into him. He grips onto the sheets below him, the burning sting from being stretched out causing his eyes to water slightly. You work the dildo until you’re bottomed out, allowing him a moment to adjust before settling on a steady, hard pace. Duncan pushes back against your thrusts, clenching around the dildo. “Mmm...fuck..Y/N.”

You bite on your bottom lip, delivering a particularly hard thrust as you slap his ass at the same time. “I wonder what your coworkers would say if they could see you now. Taking my cock like a needy fucking slut,” you hiss.

Duncan’s eyes fly open, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “W-What’re you talking about?”

“I heard you, Duncan,” you say, slightly narrowing your eyes at him. “Every. Single. Word. How I bend to your every demand, how you run things in the bedroom.” You chuckle humorlessly, gripping onto his hips and slamming him onto the dildo. “We both know who really runs the show here. Don’t we?”

He groans loudly, tipping his head back as he feels the tip of the dildo brush against his prostate. “I...oh my god..”

You grab onto his hair, yanking him up and wrapping your hand around his throat, squeezing just enough for him to feel. “Don’t we?” you repeat, continuing to pound directly into his spot.

“Yes!” he cries, eyes fluttering. “It’s you!”

“That’s what I fucking thought,” you giggle, pushing him back down and pinning his hands behind his back. “After I’m done with you, there won’t be any doubt as to who really calls the shots here.”

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#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd smut #duncan shepherd imagine #sub!duncan #michael langdon #xavier plympton #jim mason

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