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Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers

A/N: the title is pretty self explanatory 😛

Warnings: smut themes, dirty talk, swearing

Michael noticed that you would stare at his hands a lot

At first he thought you were just admiring your rings, but it was hard to ignore the way your mouth would start to salivate whenever you looked at his hands, especially his fingers

One day when you were staring, he asked you if you'd like to suck on them

Your face immediately turned bright red, embarrased that he had found out about you obsession with them

He rolled his eyes and said something about how it was obvious because you didn't even try to hide it

You pouted at him before opening up your mouth, inviting him to put his fingers in

He slipped them in, watching intriguingly as you began to suck on them, swirling your tongue around them in your mouth

He began letting you suck on them a lot more after that

If he noticed you were stressed out, he'd casually hold his hand up to your face until you took his fingers into your mouth, knowing how much it relaxed you

Sometimes you'll grab them and randomly start sucking on them when you're bored

Other times you do it trying to signal that you're horny

He always knows which is which everytime but pretends like he doesn't just to tease you

Is super smug about it, especially if it's him at the Outpost

Likes to whisper tons of dirty things to you while you're doing it

"You look so precious with my fingers in your mouth, I bet you'd look even better if I replaced them with my cock"

Chuckles when your face turns bright red

Fire and Reign Michael will make you suck on his fingers while he's wearing his red gloves, saying "you have to earn skin to skin contact"

Likes forcing you to lick and suck his hands and fingers after he's done fingering you

If he's fucking you somewhere where there's the potential of getting caught he'll slip his fingers in your mouth to get you to shut up

Likes patronizing you when that happens because he knows you can't argue back

"Shush now pet, it would be such a shame if our fun came to an end because you couldn't keep your mouth shut"

Sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night to find you unconsciously sucking on them in your sleep

Loves whispering you praises when you're doing so, even if you can't actually hear him

"You're such a slut for me, sucking on my fingers so"

Loves praising you in general, but don't get me wrong he'll degrade you too if you let him

"Such a dirty little whore, you just can't keep my fingers out of your mouth hm?"

Overall, sucking on Michael's fingers would be a great experience for anyone

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Taglist: @langdonsreign @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl

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Can you write something with Michael helping a reader dealing with self harm and relapses a lot and also has restrictive eating habits. Michael just being a sweetheart in general. I love your writing so much! I hope you are doing well.

Hi thank you so much! I really “enjoy” (idk the right word lol” writing self harm imagines because they help myself and others. I hope this helps you and thank you for the compliments bby!!! @lilyliketheflower777

YOUR POV

You were sitting on yours and Michael’s shared bed, staring at the small blade in your hands. *I can’t do this…michael would be so disappointed. But…I have to.* you thought to yourself. Before the blade could dip into your thigh, the door flew open.

“Y/N. Put it down.” He hesitantly instructed. Your eyes filled with tears as you did as he asked resistantly. He grabbed it off of the bed, throwing it in the trash before holding your cheeks in his hands.

“God, I’m glad I caught you. Y/N, why didn’t you call me sweetheart? I told you that you can always call me before when you’re feeling like doing this.” He explained. You nodded, looking down at your lap.

“I-I just don’t know what happened. I was fine one minute and then all of the sudden the blade was in my hand and I-“ You cried, michael cut you off.

“Shhh. I know, it’s okay. Calm down baby. You’re safe.” He cooed, rubbing your back. He continued to do so until you calmed down.

“Have you eaten today?” He asked, concerned.

“N-no…” You admitted.

“Okay, that’s okay. Let’s get you something to eat. Whatever you want as long as it’s somewhat nutritious.” You nodded, following behind him into the kitchen. Michael was always there for you, even in times like this. You were so fortunate and relieved to have him.

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“Virgin Panic” Virgin!Michael x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: Blood, Virgin, smut ofc

YOUR POV

This was it. You were in Michael’s room in the infamous murder house, he was on top of you pressed inbetween your legs as you laid on his comfortable bed. It smelled like him, sunshine and that masculine musky cologne that he wore. You inhaled, the scent calming your nerves for the event that was about to take place. Michael kissed you gently on the lips before cupping your face and looking into your eyes.

“Are you sure Y/N? We don’t have to today baby.” He said kindly. You nodded.

“I’m sure Mikey. I want this, more than anything. Take me, please…” His eyes widened and on your thigh you felt his now extremely hard length pressed against you. He began kissing you more, hesitantly sliding his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like cinnamon, you relished in it. He began to grope your breasts, kneading them gently. He eyed your shirt, asking for permission. You feverishly nodded and he removed it easily. Your bra was next, and his mouth immediately attached to your left breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple, sucking perfectly on it while not failing to give the other attention. His hand started making its way down your stomach to your waist band, dipping his fingers inside.

“M-Michael please. Touch me.” You begged, eager to have him inside of you.

“I am touching you, needy baby.” He chuckled and pulled your pants and underwear down as you lifted your hips. Once his eyes met your dripping core, his pupils displayed and his face flushed. You snapped your thighs shut in embarrassment, only for him to pry them back open with ease.

“Mikey, don’t stareee.” You blushed.

“Oh Y/N…you’re just perfect.” He complimented you as he brought his middle and pointer finger to your core, gently massaging your clit. Where had he learned to do this? Maybe the other ghosts? You moaned and he smirked.

“That feel good?” He asked rhetorically. You reached down to put his finger at your entrance. He met your request, and slowly pushed his middle finger into your tight entrance. You covered your mouth with your hand and he took it off.

“Don’t. I wanna hear all your pretty little moans.” He said playfully as he began curling his finger, hitting your g spot easily. He then bought his tongue to your clit, licking it and stimulating the bundle of nerves so well.

“M-michael I’m gonna—“

“Cum babygirl. Just let go, I’ve got you.” And with those words, you clenched all round his finger and came.

“Fuck, you got so tight. Do you think you’re ready?” He asked, continuing to massage you throughout your orgasm. You nodded, looking down at the huge bulge that strained painfully against his pants. You sat up to go and touch it, wanting to return the favor, but he pushed you back down.

“There’s plenty of time for that later. I want tonight to be about you.” He kissed your cheek. You nodded and he pulled his pants and boxers down in one go. His 8 inch erect cock sprung out. You gulped and he rubbed your cheek in reassurance. He lined up with your entrance, about to push in.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can baby. Tell me if it’s too much, we can stop at anytime.” He reassured you. He then pushed just the tip in, and you yelped in pain. He froze, but you told him to keep going. Once he pushed all the way in, you gave a deep moan, and so did he. As he pulled out, his eyes fell to the layer of fresh blood that now coated his member. His eyes widened in fear, and he pulled out completely, immediately looking at you.

“O-oh my god. Y/N, are you okay? Im so sorry I hurt you—“

“Michael, relax. It’s normal. It’s just from breaking my hymen. Im fine, I promise.” You reached up to hug him, rubbing his back and pecking his lips to comfort the scared boy. He looked at you in the eyes to see if it was true, and he saw no sign of pain. He nodded and pushed you back down, reentering your cunt. You moaned again, and he began pounding. His balls slapped against your ass as he plowed you like your own fingers never could. His eyes rolled back and you knew that the no-longer-Virgin boy was not going to last much longer, and neither were you for that matter. He reached down to rub your clit.

“You feel so amazing baby girl…I-I’m gonna…”

“Me too Mikey…” And you both came at the same time, as your tightening entrance milked his spurting cock. As you road through each others orgasms, he fell on top of you, burrowing his face into your neck kissing you tenderly. You put your hands through his hair and kissed his head.

“That was amazing Y/N. Thank you for trusting me. I love you so, so much.”

[mrslangdon666]

Hi guys! I’m back. I’ve been depressed for a while about Michael, but I’m back after a break. Requests are open, so send those bad boys in!

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon 🖤 🫀

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Imagine being young!Michael’s girlfriend/neighbor and you go to his house after your parents yell at you.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, crying, extreme cuteness, fluff

YOUR POV

“I’M SICK OF YOU BEING IN HERE. GET OUT. ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE TROUBLE. YOU ARE A BURDEN.” Your mother yelled as you cowered at her angry voice. You felt tears well up into your eyes as you ran out of the front door. You saw that Constance’s car wasn’t there, which meant Michael was home alone. You pounded on the door three times, praying that he wasn’t asleep. The door suddenly opened, and there stood a deeply concerned Michael. His brows were furrowed in confusion as he noticed the tears streaming down your face. He motioned for you to come inside before pulling you into his chest. The beautiful boy smelled like soap, laundry detergent, and sunshine. You inhaled deeply as best as you could through your snotty nose. He rubbed your back soothingly before asking what happened.

“Hey hey hey. Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?”

“No, I can’t go back Mikey...I-I can’t...” You mumbled into his chest. He pet your hair softly before picking you up bridal style and carrying you upstairs. He opened the door to his room, shutting it behind him. He laid you down on the bed in his lap, letting you cry.

“M’ sorry.” You apologized. You knew he had enough of his own problems, it wasn’t making anything better for him with you coming over a mess.

“Oh no no no. Don’t ever apologize for being hurt baby. Never ever. It’s going to be okay, I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” He said, his own baby blue eyes filling up with salty tears at the emotional words. You looked up at him then, your crying slowed. The world around you seemed to pause as you held his face in your hands, and he did the same. You both reached forward to kiss deeply. His lips melted like sweet butter onto yours. The cars were suddenly silent, the birds were no longer chirping. Stillness. And the only thing that was happening was you and the unknowing antichrist sharing the most powerful and dangerous emotion in the whole universe. Love. But not just any ordinary love. It was Eros, the Greek word for romantic, passionate love. When you broke from the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes, you saw each others intertwined souls.

*Authors note: Damn. Almost cried. This one hit me right in my little heart, hope you enjoyed.

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon 🖤🫀

“Y/N L/N, I love you.”

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Their Room

Hawthorn!Michael x Suicidal!Reader

Plot: Warlocks from Hawthorn spend time at Robichaux’s for a few weeks. Michael becomes infatuated with one of the witches.

Warnings: Self harm, mentions of suicide, smut, oral (female receiving), softdom!micheal, angst, fluff, puking. DO NOT READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY BY SELF HARM AND SUICIDE.

Word Count: 6.7k

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Y/N’s eyes studied the men that were currently walking into Robichaux’s Academy. Although she wasn’t fond of the idea of the Warlocks and Witches combining, she wasn’t going to argue with the idea. She trusted the Supreme’s judgement, and she was going to respect Cordelia’s decision.

Y/N felt the room getting smaller, and her heart began racing.  

She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down from being overwhelmed over how many new people were coming into her home. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, releasing tension.

Y/N has always had anxiety. It’s gotten better throughout the years, but with the depression that she’s been going through for the past few months, it’s been worse than ever.

Especially today.

She couldn’t process all the new faces that she was seeing. She felt like she could pass out, and it got worse when the room became more and more crowded.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She felt as if the walls were caving in on her. She stood up and made her way over to Zoe, who was talking to Mallory.

Zoe and Mallory turned around once they realized Y/N was walking over to them, and they could both sense that something was going on with her at that moment. They both assumed that Y/N had been struggling, but they also knew she didn’t like to talk about how she’s feeling.

Zoe couldn’t help but ask, though.

“I’m fine,” Y/N said with a forced smile on her face. “I’m just not feeling that great. It wouldn’t be rude if I headed up to my room, right?”

“No, not at all.” Zoe responded, putting her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Do what you need to do.”

“Thank you,” Y/N sighed. Zoe nodded, and Y/N turned around. She walked out of the room, accidentally locking eyes with one of the Warlocks before fully exiting.

She shut the door to her room behind her and fell onto her bed. There was no where else she wanted to be besides there.

She just wished that there was someone there beside her.

She was lonely. She felt selfish for feeling as such. Every day she was surrounded by her loving sisters and her Supreme, who she loved dearly as if she was her mother.

Y/N still felt alone at the end of the day.

She didn’t know if that was the cause of her depression, or just an effect that the depression caused. Or maybe she just wanted someone to talk to. Not that she couldn’t talk to, or trust, any of the other witches. She just didn’t want them knowing that part about her.

She felt disconnected from everything. She’d have a hard time getting up and out of her bed every single day. She felt exhausted, even after sleeping for hours. She lost her apatite, causing her to lose weight. She felt as if she couldn’t control her emotions. She feels like she does everything wrong, and that nothing is going to get better. She was going to die anyways.

Why not do it now?

She questions it often. Is her life even worth one living?

Her mind is conflicted about it. Almost all the time. She knew that the suicidal thoughts she was having were passive. It wasn’t like she had it all planned out. She wasn’t even planning on doing it.

Although that didn’t mean she couldn’t harm herself.  

She’d do it every time she got upset. She didn’t know what else to do. The first time she ever cut herself, it felt good, but she promised herself that she wouldn’t do it again. That she would learn healthy coping mechanisms.

That wasn’t the case.

Her wrists were marked with deep lines for the past two months. She would wear long gloves to cover up her arms. No one would think anything of it, considering everyone in the coven wore diverse and unique outfits. People just assumed it was apart of her style.

Overall, she felt as if she was being consumed by the darkness.

She laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had been laying there for a good ten minutes, which felt like eternity. She shot up after hearing a knock on her door.

“Who is it?” Y/N asked.

“It’s me,” She heard Cordelia’s voice say. With a flick of Y/N’s hand, the door opened. Cordelia walked in, with a concerned look on her face.

“Zoe told me that you came up here.” Cordelia told Y/N. “Is everything okay? I know that this may be overwhelming.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N said, yet again. It feels like she’s been saying those words forever. However, she knew Cordelia could see right through her. “You’re right, though. It is a little overwhelming.”

Cordelia smiled sympathetically and put her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N felt safe around the Supreme. Y/N looked up to her, felt so connected to her.

‘Why can’t I tell her?’ Y/N thought to herself.

“There were more Warlocks than I was expecting,” Cordelia admitted with a small smile on her face and Y/N let out a small chuckle.

“We can always send them back,” Y/N suggested, half-joking. Cordelia laughed, getting up from the bed.  

“We could,” Cordelia shrugged, “But we can’t send them back. For now we’re just going to need to double up on rooms.”

“I bet the boys will be thrilled about that.” Y/N joked. Cordelia’s face changed to an awkward expression, which Y/N immediately noticed. “What? What is it?”

“It’s not just the boys that have to share rooms.” Cordelia said.

“So, we’re sharing rooms too?” Y/N asked. “Who am I sharing one with? Zoe? Madison? Mallory?”

“Actually, none of them.” Cordelia sighed. She opened the door again, and there stood the Warlock that Y/N had previously locked eyes with. She didn’t get a good look at him before, but now he was standing in her room, and Y/N could study him.

He towered over both Y/N and Cordelia. He had to be at least six feet tall. That alone was enough to intimidate Y/N. His hair was strawberry blonde, it looked soft as silk. His curls fell on his face perfectly. He had striking blue eyes that anyone could look into for hours. He was dressed in the uniform that all the other Hawthorn boys wore. He was the definition of perfect. His skin was flawless, his hair was flawless, everything about him was flawless.

Y/N was intimidated. She felt like he was going to stomp on her. She knew that he could sense her fear because of the small smirk that grew on his face.

He stepped into the room, looking around.  

“This is Y/N.” Cordelia introduced, turning to the boy. She then turned back to Y/N. “Y/N, this is-”

“Michael.” He said, cutting Cordelia off. He walked closer to Y/N, who was frozen. He smiled, and held his hand out for Y/N to shake. “Michael Langdon.”

Y/N shook Michael’s hand, but only for a second. She let go quickly and then looked at Cordelia. She opened her mouth, trying to come up with a nice way to say that she doesn’t want to share a room with Michael. It wasn’t anything against him personally. Even if it was anyone else, she wouldn’t want to share a room. However, she closed her mouth quickly.

“I’m gonna show the rest of the students to their rooms.” Cordelia mentioned. She smiled at Y/N and Michael, and then left the room, shutting the door behind her. Michael sighed and turned back to Y/N, smiling.

“I’ll help you unpack,” Y/N said.

“No need to.” Michael said, turning down her offer. He waved his hand, and all his stuff was unpacked. He then fell back onto the bed across from Y/N’s with a groan escaping his throat.  

Y/N scratched her neck awkwardly. She didn’t know what to do.

She couldn’t go downstairs. It would be packed with Witches and Warlocks. That amount of people in one room overwhelms her. She also didn’t want to stay in her room. She wanted to be alone by herself.

She couldn’t ask him to leave, since now it was his room as well.

‘Maybe I could hang out in Zoe’s room,’ Y/N thought. She quickly shrugged the idea off, not wanting to disturb Zoe, or invade her privacy. She was probably rooming with someone as well.  

Y/N’s mind kept searching for an idea of where to go, until she was disturbed by Michael.

“Do I make you nervous?” He asked, sitting up on the bed. She looked up from the ground and locked eyes with him.

‘He’s so pretty,’ she thinks to herself. She doesn’t respond to his question though. He stood up from the bed and took a step towards her.

“Do I make you nervous?” He asked once again.

“No,” Y/N said quickly, proud of herself for even being able to talk to him. Her anxiety was going through the roof. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, analyzing her, which made her heart beat even faster.

She wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible. She needed to be alone so that she could have an anxiety attack in peace.

They both remained silent. He could tell how uncomfortable she felt.

Y/N once again felt like the walls were closing in on her. She felt so anxious around Michael, anxious about the fact that she needs to share a room with a complete stranger. Him being gorgeous didn’t help.

She began feeling nauseous, which would happen a lot of the time when she gets anxious. She felt lightheaded, as if she could pass out at any given moment.

She wouldn’t let that happen, though. She didn’t want to completely humiliate herself in front of her new roommate.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” She spit out. She looked up at his face, noticing that he had a confused expression. She quickly walked out of the room, and started running when she got out. She ran to the nearest bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it.

She ran towards the toilet and held her hair back, and then started puking her guts out.

She threw up repeatedly. She couldn’t stop. Even when she thought she was done, she kept going. Her cheeks were burning, and she felt sweaty and gross. She felt like a complete idiot, especially because there was a bathroom in her room. She assumed that Michael felt that way too, and that he wouldn’t want to room with her.

‘That would be good, though.’ Y/N thought. ‘A good way to get him out.’

She threw up once more, and that was it. She stood up and flushed. She washed her hands and splashed water on her face, trying to make the heat on her cheeks die down.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were hot red, and her eyes were puffy from the throwing up. Her throat was burning from it.

Tears started forming in Y/N’s eyes. She started sobbing, looking in the mirror while crying.

She couldn’t share a room with someone. She needed to be alone. What was she supposed to do if she was having a mental break down? Or if she wanted to harm herself? She couldn’t comprehend the fact that she would no longer have an ounce of privacy.

Her wrists started aching, begging to be cut.

“Fuck,” Y/N whimpered, holding it tight. Why does this always happen? It wasn’t fair. She tried to collect her thoughts, trying to figure out how her depressive episode started. There wasn’t anything going bad in her life. Maybe it could be childhood trauma? Yeah, that’s most likely the cause.

The entire day was so hard to get through for her. She sat through so many lessons, learning with the Warlocks. There were too many goddamn people in that fucking room. Even though she was one of the brightest and most powerful witches in the Coven, she was doing a horrible job at everything. Will people find her weak? Or stupid?

‘I am weak. And stupid.’ She thinks. It’s not true, obviously, but she couldn’t help but degrade herself in moments like these.

The day went by so slowly. However, she couldn’t find Michael anywhere around. He probably spent the entire day in her room.

‘That should be me’

Finally, the end of the day came, and she was so excited to get cozy in her bed and sleep for hours. She decided that even though Michael would be there, it wouldn’t stop her from slumber.

When she did get to her room, she realized that Michael wasn’t there. There wasn’t any water running in the bathroom, meaning that he’s not showering. Y/N knew that he could still be in there, taking care of his business. She walked over to the door and knocked.

“Michael?” She called out. There wasn’t a response. “Yes, thank god.”

She was grateful that she could finally take her anxiety out on her wrists. They were aching the entire day. She opened the door to her bathroom, walked towards the cabinet, grabbing a fresh razor.

She cut deep into her skin, letting out a breath that she felt was being held for ages, watching the blood form and drip down her arm. It was oddly satisfying to her. Everything about this made her feel calm, at ease. She knew it wasn’t healthy, but it did help her.

She was addicted to the feeling and couldn’t stop.

She then heard the door shut from outside the bathroom. She quickly tossed the razor back into the drawer, put her gloves on, wiped her eyes, and walked out.  

Michael looked up at her when she entered the room. He was sitting on his bed with a book on his lap. He studied Y/N as she got under the blanket on her bed.  She didn’t say a word to him. He thought that she was being rude, not showing any respect. He feels as if she’s made to many assumptions about him. He didn’t know what she truly felt, but he could assume that it wasn’t a good feeling. He knew that she was nervous around him, and usually he’d take pride in that, knowing that people feared him.

However, he couldn’t help but feel slightly offended. She wouldn’t even talk to him. She just came out of the bathroom, locked eyes with him, and didn’t say a word.

‘Fine then,’ he thought. If she wasn’t going to make an effort to talk to him, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make an effort to speak to her.

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It’s been almost a week since Y/N had that brutal anxiety attack. She hasn’t felt any better. She had to fight hard to get out of bed, she wouldn’t eat, and she would end the day by cutting open her wrist. She hasn’t even been able to find the time to relax and smoke a joint. The tension between Michael and her didn’t help either.

She knew that he didn’t like her. She felt bad about it, too. Maybe if she wasn’t so mentally fucked up they would’ve clicked.  

That couldn’t be it, though. He couldn’t decide that he dislikes her because of an anxiety attack. Did she say anything wrong? She couldn’t think of anything, because they had barely spoken. Maybe its just the vibe that she gives off.

‘I suck.’ She thinks. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am such a fucking idiot. I literally cannot wait to die. I am praying that I pass away in my sleep.’

She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, that she didn’t even realize Michael walking into her room. She flinched when he shut the door behind him. He looked at her frightened expression and chuckled at it. She wished that he would knock instead of walking in. She decides that in the future she’ll lock it. However, it was his room too. Technically, he can walk in without announcing himself. It wouldn’t hurt to ask him, though.

But they barely speak. How was she going to start a conversation that’s probably not even worth having?

“I need to ask you something,” She blurted out, surprising herself. She didn’t even realize that the words came out of her mouth until after speaking them.

“Hm?” He hummed, looking up to meet her eyes. The sudden eye contact took her by surprise. She’s not good at eye contact. She finds it uncomfortable, and she can’t do it for long. She always ends up breaking it, and that’s exactly what she did.

She looks down and inhales deeply.

“When you come in here, do you mind knocking?” Y/N asks. Michael hesitates before answering her question. He’s surprised that she initiated a conversation with him.

“Why should I do that?” Michael questions.

“I just like knowing that someone is about to enter the room.” Y/N shrugs.

“I shouldn’t have to knock. This is my room.” He smirked, eyes turning back to the book that he was reading.

“It was my room first.” Y/N murmured to herself, but Michael heard it. She knew that he did, cause his eyes shot up at her.

“Doesn’t mean you get a say.” Michael commented.

“And you do?” She quickly responded. Y/N knew that the comment was a little rude, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t feeling anxious in this moment. She felt annoyed, angry. Angry at Michael for acting like this was his room.

It was hers.

“Yes.” He says, calm and collected. He seemed even more intimidating like this.  “Considering I am going to be your next Supreme.”

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She’s heard rumors that the reason that the Hawthorn students were there was because Michael Langdon was going to preform the Seven Wonders. However, she brushed these rumors off. He was a Warlock. He couldn’t possibly reach the level of Supreme.

However, he did bring back Madison and Queenie, who she’s grown close to.

“Bullshit.” Y/N said, feeling her body heat up. She felt herself getting more angry. “You’ll never be Supreme.”

“Oh, but I will.” He says with a smirk tugging at his lips.

He was pissing her off, getting under her skin. He was conceited. She shouldn’t have started the conversation in the first place. All it was doing was making her angry. Her wrists started begging to be cut open, and all she could do was itch her skin over the fingerless gloves covering it.

He stood up from his bed and made his way over to hers. He stayed standing, towering over her. She doesn’t look up at him, trying her best to avoid eye contact.

“Look at me,” He demands. She doesn’t listen.

Y/N doesn’t do it out of spite, she just physically cannot bring herself to do it.

“I said look at me,” He repeats, this time tugging on her hair so that she could lock eyes with him. She whimpers softly, surprised at the unexpected action. He smirks dangerously, almost as if there’s evil behind it. Her heart begins beating faster as she wonders what he’s going to do next.

He breaths in deeply and then rests his hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

“I don’t make you nervous, hm?” He questioned, restating what he asked Y/N the first time they met. Y/N shakes her head while his hand was still holding her hair. She wasn’t lying. She wasn’t nervous, she was frightened. She was so anxious about what he was going to do. Her eyes searched around the room, trying to find something else to look at rather than his blue eyes. “Don’t look away. I want your eyes on mine. I want you to answer my question, using your words.”

She began panicking. She cannot maintain eye contact. She hates it. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to look at him in the eyes without passing out. She felt so weak. Her anxiety was eating her alive. His hands were still on her. One gripping her hair, one on her chest.

“Does this excite you?” He questioned, raising a brow. She shook her head. “Liar.”

“Leave me alone.” She said, still avoiding eye contact with him.

He sneered and let go of her hair. He turned around and got back into his bed. Y/N got up and grabbed pajamas to change into. She locked herself in the bathroom to change, but her wrists were still aching. She didn’t take her time to do it deep. She was angry and upset. They were rushed, and once she was satisfied, she put it away. She let a tear fall from her eye and then wiped it away.

Fuck this.

She walked out of the bathroom, and didn’t stop walking. She stormed out of her room and roamed around Robichaux’s, trying to find a room where she wouldn’t be disturbed. It was past midnight, so she didn’t think that anyone would bother her.

She ended up spending time in the library. She settled herself on the couch. She wished that she was in her bed, under the blanket, surrounded by her stuffed animals, laying on a soft pillow.

Fucking Michael.

She were upset with the argument they had, but didn’t regret it. At least now she know how much of a dick he is.

She tried to get comfortable on the couch, but she couldn’t. She had been tossing and turning for ten minutes now. Y/N knew that if she stayed there, she’d be up all night. She didn’t want to leave, though. She didn’t want to be in the same room as Michael after all of that.

She heard footsteps coming into the library, and she shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Then she felt him.

She didn’t know how she knew that the other person in the room was Michael. She didn’t know why he’d be there. Y/N kept her eyes shut, praying that he’d think that she was asleep so that he’d leave her alone. However, that wasn’t the case.

He walked to the other side of the couch, seeing her curled up. He sighed and then knelt down to be face to face with her.

“Are you awake?” He questioned. Y/N didn’t answer. She wanted him to leave her alone so badly. “I know you’re awake.”

She didn’t respond.

He inhaled deeply, and stood up. Y/N thanked the universe that he was going to leave her alone, until she felt him pick her up and hold her in his arms. Her eyes shot open.

“Micheal!” She gasped, holding onto him. “What the fuck?”

“I knew you weren’t asleep.” He grinned, holding her while walking upstairs. She didn’t know why he was doing this, right after he was teasing her.

“Michael, please let go of me.” She begged. He didn’t let her go, bringing her back to her room. He opened the door and brought Y/N to her bed, laying her down under the covers. She opened her mouth to say something, but he shushed her.

“Let me do this for you.” He protested, bringing her blanket over her. Her eyes were already fluttering shut. She was so exhausted, about to crash at any minute. He tucked her in, and brushed her hair out of her face. She was so confused by his actions. “I’m sorry I said those things. I clearly made you uncomfortable. Those weren’t my intentions.”

She was so tired, she could barely process what he way saying.

“Its alright.” She smiled, reaching up to touch his hair. Y/N didn’t even know what she was doing, she just did it. She was feeling impulsive. She figured that he was feeling impulsive too. He seemed so stubborn before, like he’d never apologize for anything. She played with the hair resting in front of his face. “So soft.”

She closed her eyes again, struggling to keep them open as she kept running her fingers through his hair. He took notice of the glove that she was wearing. He reached to take it off, but she quickly sat up and pulled her arm away from him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” He reassures.

“I know.” Y/N nodded. “It’s not that.”

“What is it?” He asked.

“I just like to sleep with them on.” She said, coming up with the lie on the spot. He gave her a confused look, but brushed it off. He stood up after running his fingers through her hair.

“Go to sleep.” He said.

And with that, she dozed off.

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Even after what happened between them, they rarely spoke to each other. Y/N thought they would start talking, but it didn’t happen. They’d have small talk in her room, but that was it. She’d see him during lessons, but they rarely talked. He was so invested in learning everything he could. Not a surprise, considering that he might be the next Supreme.

Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about it. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he was so gentle with her afterwards, how he went looking for her after arguing. She just couldn’t believe that he was apologizing. That he was taking her feelings into account. He didn’t seem like a person who’d do that.

And he wasn’t.

He was surprised after realizing that he regretted the encounter. He wasn’t a person who usually regrets things. Him and Y/N had only spoken once before that. How did he come to care about her so quickly?

They both wanted to speak to each other. Desperately. Michael liked something about her. She was different. She seemed so innocent and pure. He barely knew her, but felt so protective over her.

That’s probably why he didn’t react so well when he saw one of the other Warlocks talking to Y/N.

Y/N didn’t know why this boy had started a conversation with her. She didn’t know him. She didn’t want to know him. The only person she wanted to get to know was Michael.

He felt upset. Upset that she was taking time out of her day to talk to some irrelevant guy when she could be talking to Michael.

He realized that she was avoiding eye contact with the boy in front of her. Now that he’s thinking about it, she avoids eye contact with everyone. Even the Supreme.

Before Michael could process what he was doing, he walked over to Y/N and the other Warlock.

“Y/N,” Michael says.

Y/N looks up, locking eyes with Michael for a few seconds before looking away.

“Hi, Michael.” Y/N said, obviously nervous.

“Cordelia asked to see you.” Michael informed her. She looked at him with a curious expression on her face. “I don’t know what it’s about, but she says that it’s urgent.”

“Oh, okay.” Y/N nodded. “Bye.”

Michael chuckled at the dryness of her comment, and followed closely behind her as she walked out of the room. Once they were both alone in the halls, he grabbed her wrist, causing her to hiss. He dragged her into her room, slamming the door behind them, letting go of her wrist.

She let a few tears drop from her eyes. Michael’s grip on her wrist before was so tight, she could feel the pain of the cuts that were reopened. Michael’s angry expression immediately changed when he saw tears flowing from her eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, moving closer to her.

“It’s nothing.” She said, wiping her eyes and nose.

“Was he hurting you?” Michael questioned. He didn’t know why she was crying. He didn’t know if it was him, or the other guy who she was talking to her.

She shook her head, and Micheal rubbed his neck.

“Was it something I did?” Micheal wondered.

Y/N didn’t want him to know that he was the one who hurt her. She knew he’d feel bad about it. It’s not like it was intentional. Plus, she was the one who made the cuts in the first place.

“It’s nothing.” Y/N assured him, trying to switch the conversation. “You said Cordelia wanted me.”

“I lied.” He admitted. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, ignoring the fact that he had lied to get her attention.  

“I did.” He said. He was sure of it. He was trying to think how, whether it was mentally or physically. “Was it about what I said last week?”

“No!” Y/N said, her eyes widening. “No, no. You apologized. Michael, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Then what’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s nothing. You just gripped my hand too hard.” She admitted. He would know the truth, but not the full truth. That didn’t last for long, though.

He walked closer to her, gently taking her wrist and started to take the glove off her left arm. She quickly pulled away from him.

“I just want to see if I did any damage.” He told her. Tears started pooling in her eyes again, and he obviously noticed.

She couldn’t do anything about it. She felt completely helpless.

He began taking the glove off, eyes glued to her wrist after seeing the first cut. Once the glove was fully off, he tossed it to the side. He took her wrist and brought it up to his lips, kissing each cut. Y/N felt a tear run down her cheek. He let go of her wrist and held her face in his hands.

“You’re going to be okay.” He stated, as if it was a fact. “I’ll make sure of it.”

She locked eyes with him, and this time she didn’t look away.

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Y/N and Michael have been inseparable for the past week. They spend every moment of the day together. He wakes her up in the morning and makes sure that she eats a good breakfast. He cares for her. A lot. Which is surprising because he never thought he could care about someone as much as he cares about her.

She cares about him, too. Y/N trusts him, more than anyone, and she’s only known him for three weeks. He helps her, a lot. He would never let anyone, or anything hurt her.

She hadn’t cut that whole week, which was impressive for her. She hadn’t gone a week without cutting in so long. She had someone to go to. She loved how caring he was, and how he seemed to hate everyone except her. They would spend hours talking at night while laying on separate beds. They’d both secretly wish that they were sharing the same one, but neither could bring themselves to confessing it.

They both tried falling asleep once the clock hit 1:00 AM, but neither of them could. Y/N was freezing, and Michael just needed her. He needed to feel her skin against his.

“Michael?” Y/N spoke.

“Yes?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Neither can I.”

“Can you lay with me?”

He immediately sat up. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, the rest of himself was exposed to her. He stood up from his bed and walked over to hers. He got under the blanket, and pulled her close to him. He was holding on so tight as if he was holding on for his life.

He finds Y/N beautiful. He’s never met anyone so pretty as her. He loved her personality, how she only makes eye contact with him, how open she is with him. He treasures her, and doesn’t know how he’s grown so close with someone this quickly. He never opened up to anyone the way he’s opened up to Y/N. He’s never liked someone as much as he likes Y/N.

“I still can’t sleep.” She sighed.

“Me neither.” He said, his voice sounding exhausted. He couldn’t sleep. Not when she’s in his arms. He was too excited.

Literally.

She turned around to face him, after feeling him pressed against her. She wrapped her arms around him, only making him harder. He inhaled sharply from the feeling, turning his head to look into her eyes. He was slightly embarrassed about getting rock hard for his best friend, and he prayed that she wouldn’t judge him.

She would never judge him. She was flattered, and happy. She had this affect on him, and loved it. They both gazed into each others eyes, both happy that Y/N was able to do that with him, and only him.

Even though nothing was established, they belong to each other, and they both knew it.

She moved her hand to his hair, running her fingers through it.

“Your hair is so soft.” She says smiling. She couldn’t get enough of him, and the feeling of her hands in his hair made him even more aroused.

“You’re so pretty.” Michael blurted out.

“You’re so pretty, too.” Y/N said, returning the complement.

“I mean it.” Michael added.

“So do I.” Y/N said, moving her gaze from his eyes to his lips. He softly pulled her face closer to him, causing his lips to be about an inch away from hers. He stayed there for a moment, resting his forehead against hers until he finally connected the space between them. The two of them found a rhythm quickly, and the kiss deepened. He started to move on top of her, sticking his knee in between her thighs. He pulled away and went for her neck, leaving a bunch of wet kisses. He went down her stomach, and then kissed the inside of her thigh.

“Can I?” Michael asks Y/N, tugging at Y/N’s shorts, wondering if she want him.

“Mhm.” Y/N nods.

Michael pulls down her shorts and spreads her thighs wide. He slipped his hand  between her folds. He brought his hands out and held them in front of her face.

“See how wet you are for me?” He asked, showing her his fingers covered in her wetness. He looked back down. “You’re practically dripping. All for me.”

He licked a stripe, causing Y/N to whimper softly. Her hands fell onto his hair, and she began running her fingers through it. Her grip on his hair got tighter when he started licking her clit. Her breaths were heavy, and she couldn’t believe how good he was at this. She gasped when he stuck two fingers inside of her. He let her adjust to his digits before thrusting them into her. He kept a steady pace while sucking on her clit. Y/N was overwhelmed by the pleasure, tugging on Michaels hair more. He let out a small wince from Y/N tugging a little too hard, but he didn’t mind it. He loved how good he was making her feel. His mouth left her cunt, but his fingers moved faster and fasted inside of her. Soft moans escaped her mouth. She took one of her hands away from Michael’s hair and she put it over her mouth, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Michael noticed what she did and lightly grabbed her arm and moved it away from her mouth.

“I want to hear you.” He told her. His fingers were going farther up into her, and he brought his mouth back down on her. She was so close. Her breath was shaky, and she felt a knot forming in her stomach. She began moaning again softly, driving Michael crazy. He was literally eating her out, and she still managed to seem innocent. “You’re so beautiful. Already a mess for me.”

His praises made her come even closer. He sucked harder and thrusted harder, desperate for her to cum on his tongue. Her moans started becoming louder, and he could tell she was trying to make the noise die down.

“Remember what I said?” Michael asked. “I want to hear you.”

Y/N nodded her head, and Michael continued. Her hips started bucking up, desperate for more. She needed to cum, she needed it so bad.

“Michael,” She whimpered. “It feels so good. Please keep going.”

“Wasn’t planning on stopping.” He chuckled.

She felt something snap in her stomach, and felt her go over the edge. She let out a pornographic moan and came all over Michael’s mouth. He helped her ride out her orgasm. He didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in her until she was done.

He came back up her and kissed her passionately wrapping one hand around her neck. He held on tight, not enough to make her pass out. He supplied the right amount of pressure to it, making her moan into their kiss. She tugged on his boxers, so he slid them off.

He took his hand and put it in front of Y/N’s mouth.

“Spit.” Michael demanded. She obliged and spit on his hand. He rubbed his hand on his cock, pumping himself a few times. He rested himself on her entrance and kissed her again. He couldn’t keep his lips off hers.

“You’re gonna be so full.” He smirked, slipping himself in, receiving a loud moan from Y/N. She was shocked, not realizing that he was going to be that big. He didn’t move, letting her adjust to his size. “Take your time.”

“Move,” She blurted out, earning a smirk from Michael. He began with a slow pace, antagonizing her. He lifted her thighs up to have better access to her. He went deeper into her, hitting the best spot inside her.

“Fuck!” She cried out, biting on Michael’s shoulder. He groaned, wincing a little bit at the sudden pain, but he didn’t care. He started speeding up, causing Y/N’s breathing to speed up. Her moans got louder and louder with every thrust he gave. He started whimpering and groaning. She felt so good.

“So fucking tight,” He said through quick breaths. “You feel so fucking good around me. It’s like you were made for me.”

He started going at an insanely fast pace, and Y/N was a wreck. She was so overstimulated, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure that was being given to her.

He brought his lips up to hers and kisses her again.

“You were made for me.” Michael said. “Say it.”

“I was made for you, Michael. Only you.” She said, her face burning up, arching her back. “Fuck! Michael you feel so good. So fucking good.”

She cried his name over and over again, bringing a smile to his face. She was screaming his name. She was his.

He was slamming into her at this point. His hands were roaming her body, cupping her breasts in one of his hands while the other one was holding her leg up. He took his hand off her breasts and started rubbing her clit quickly, applying the right amount of pressure.

She felt the familiar knot in her stomach snapping quickly. Y/N let out a loud cry, squirting all over him. He continued thrusting into her. His breath was getting heavier and his groans were getting louder. She pulled him closer to her, wanting as much contact as possible.

“Cum in me,” She said.

“Fuck,” Michael moaned, his voice shaking. He continued, “You feel so amazing, holy shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He kept rambling on.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He continued. With a loud moan, he came. She felt him shooting inside of her, painting her walls with his cum.

He connected his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

He pulled out, and Y/N winced from the sudden emptiness.

After he cleaned her up, Michael wrapped his arms around Y/N, kissing her neck in different spots.

“You did amazing.” He says, holding her tighter. “You’re mine, right?”

“Of course I am.” She said, grabbing his hand to hold it. “And you’re mine?”

“No one but yours.” He smiled, nuzzling his head into her neck.

The two of them fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms, in their room.

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Michael Langdon x reader smut

“Devour”

Warnings: Daddy kink, nipple play, Dom!Michael

YOUR POV

If there was one thing Michael was exceptionally good at, it was him using his mouth. You sat in your shared room, daydreaming about his mouth around your nipples, having no idea that he was on the other side of the door listening to your dirty thoughts. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a very mischievous Michael came through it.

“Well well well. Do you want to tell daddy what you were just thinking about?” He said as he stroked your bare thy tenderly.

“N-nothing daddy.” You gulped.

“So, you mean to tell me that you weren’t just thinking about my devilish tongue swirling around your soft little nipples?” He smirked. You looked up at him in disbelief before nodding.

“Just what I thought.” And with those words, he literally ripped your blouse right down the middle, exposing your blood red bra.

“Red always was my favourite colour on you baby girl.” He complimented, before groping both of your breasts in his large hands. You sucked in a breath and Michael attacked your lips with his, biting and pulling your lower lip roughly. He pulled your bra down off your breasts, not even bothering to take it off. His mouth eagerly went to your left nipple, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked and bit on it. You moaned out his name which fueled him even more. His other hand tweaked and kneaded your other breast.

“Yeah baby? Does daddy’s mouth feel good? Just you wait until I devour that pretty little pussy.”

[mrslangdon666]

Hi guys I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting! Been having writers block and been stressed with college and what not. Hopefully I’ll write soon!

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon 🖤🫀

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My Michael Langdon themed Home Screen♥️

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“I’ll Always Be Here For You” Michael Langdon x reader angst

⚠️ MAJOR s3lf harm tw ⚠️

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, depression, self harm (cutting in specific), angst

Summary: Your ex boyfriend sneaks back into your life, upsetting you. Michael fixes that.

YOUR POV

Your phone buzzed lowly, signaling that you’d gotten a text. It was your ex boyfriend...you hesitantly picked up the phone and read the message.

*Hey, wyd?* It read plainly. You rolled your eyes at the nonchalant nature of it and texted back.

*Busy with Michael* You hadn’t ever actually told him about Michael, but you wanted to say that as a “fuck you” sort of thing. He had cheated on you a couple years back, shattering your heart and making you lose trust of relationship. That was, of course, until Michael came along.

*Really Y/N? I knew a little whore like you would try and get all the dick she could. He doesn’t love you, ya know. Just saying🤷🏼* You felt your eyes well up with tears at this, even though deep down you knew that wasn’t true. You simply left your phone on the bed before going into the bathroom, tears spilling down your cheeks as you started violently sobbing. You took your razors out of your makeup bag slowly, watching the light hit the metal blade and refract. You knew what you were doing was a bad idea, but you weren’t thinking. All that past trauma and hurtful words were attacking you like a group of ravenous demons. You rolled up your black pant leg and made the first vertical mark on the skin. Not too deep, just testing the waters. It had been a while since you’d done this...you’d forgotten almost everything. You knew that under your pants was the best way to do it, the wrist would be too obvious. The second mark was deeper, blood droplets immediately spilling out of the inch long incision. You don’t know how many more you administered, you’d stopped counting. Then, you heard the bedroom door open and close.

“Y/N?” You heard Michael call for you. Shit. He wasn’t supposed to be home this early...panic started flooding your senses.

“I-I’m in here, I’ll be out in a second.” Your voice shook as you spoke, failing to play off the causal sound. You knew Michael noticed something was wrong when the bathroom door opened. You hadn’t had the chance to clean everything up, and you couldn’t imagine how awful the sight was to see for him. His icy blue eyes filled with salty tears as he took in his horrifying surroundings. He had your phone in the other hand, you left it on the bed...he must have read the texts.

“Y/N...w-why? Please don’t!” He cried, tears spilling from his eyes now as he scrambled towards you sitting on the floor. You’d rolled down your pant leg before he’d come in, but the way you were protectively holding it told Michael where you’d inflicted the injuries. He hesitantly pulled up the pant leg, flinching when he saw what you’d done to yourself. He put one hand over his mouth, and put his other hand out on your back, pulling you into him. You both sobbed in silence, you whispering inaudible “I’m so sorry’s” into his chest as he rubbed your back. After a few minutes, he pulled out of the embrace and looked into your eyes deeply.

“Please don’t ever do this again. I can’t lose you like my grandma Y/N. Fuck your ex, he’s just jealous of what we have. You’re not a whore even remotely, and I do love you so so so much sweetheart. You know that right? Please tell me you know that or—“ You cut him off, feeling so guilty when you realized that his grandma had committed suicide.

“M-Michael I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened, it was like I was attacked with all these horrible feelings and I didn’t know what else to do. I love you so much and would never hurt you like that, I’m sorry I’m so so—“ He pressed his lips into yours, not with lust, but with gentle, reassuring love. He pulled away, standing up and wetting a wash cloth. He sat back down, placing your leg over his lap. The cloth stung, causing you to jerk your leg up slightly. He looked at you, stroked your cheek softly, and continued cleaning the some dry some wet blood off of your skin. He silently doctored you, finishing off by placing chaste kisses on each of your cute, as if he was healing them. After pulling your pant leg back down, he picked you up, bringing you back into the bedroom. You both laid down in the tangled sheets and blankets, you sitting in between Michael. He held you tightly, as if he were afraid you were going to slip through his fingers. When he spoke, it was only three meaningful words.

“I love you.”

*Authors note: I know what struggling with self harm is like. I’ve been clean for two months now, and if you need help or just someone to talk to my DMs are always open. If you feel suicidal, please please please call the suicide hotline number. https://www.google.com/search?q=suicide+hotline+number&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en&client=safari#

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“Bathtime” Michael Langdon x reader fluff

Warnings: Male on female oral sex, daddy kink

Summary: Outpost!Michael bathes you when you’re too tired to.

YOUR POV

You were exhausted. All day you were on Michael’s laptop finally exploring the internet as he so kindly let you. Your eyes were heavy from staring at the bright screen and you were slumped over in the chair at the desk. You heard the door to Michael’s room open and you looked towards it. Michael looked at you and chuckled shaking his head at you.

“So this is what my darling was doing all day today?” He asked playfully, walking up behind you to rub your shoulders.

“Uh yes. I forgot how crazy the internet is and sorta got caught up in it.” You said sleepily with a yawn.

“Poor baby. Look how exhausted you are. Have you had your bath yet?” He asked you, quirking an eyebrow. Michael loved, and I mean loved to give you baths for some reason. And for some reason you loved it.

“No m’too tired daddy...” He tutted and picked you up bridal style, holding you close as he carried you to the bathroom. He started undressing you gently, starting with unzipping your purple dress. He removed your tight corset, much to your releaf. When he got to your bra, he teasingly and slowly pulled the straps off your shoulders, pressing an open mouthed kiss to each one. His lips were always so warm and soft on your skin, and you sighed much to Michael’s delight. Finally undoing the bra, it fell to the ground. He kissed your right breast as he kneaded the other lightly before going down to your lacey white underwear. He teasingly snapped the waistband against your hips, pulling them down your legs slowly and helping you step out of them. He hadn’t yet filled the tub, you noted.

“Go lay down in the bed darling.” He said seductively. You knew exactly what was coming next. So you went back to the bedroom as you heard him turn on the water for the bath. He came in the room, pupils blown up as he looked at you on the bed. He came up beside you and kissed your lips tentively, sliding his tongue into your mouth slowly and sweetly. After attacking your lips, his hand traveled down to your now probably soaking cunt. His finger went over your clit slowly, massaging the little bud expertly. You moaned into his neck as he sped up. Before you could cum, he stopped and got his face in between your legs.

“Look at you baby girl...your pretty little pussy is so wet and flushed.” He noted, now diving his finger straight inside of you, curling it and hitting your g-spot. Michael brought his mouth down on your clit, flicking his tongue on the exposed bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth. The pressure of that combined with his finger inside of you caused a coil to build up in your pelvis. He stopped sucking your clit as he looked up at your face.

“Cum for me Y/N. Cum allllllll over daddy’s face like a good girl.” And you did just that. Your orgasm burst inside of you, and Michael plunged his tongue inside of your heat to devour your delicious liquid. Your hips continued to buck against his face as he stopped. He licked his lips and stoked your thighs, picking you up and carrying you back to the bathroom. The water was now filled up perfectly, the scent of lavender invading the room from the bubbles. He placed your naked and now even more exhausted body in the water gently, sitting on a small stool beside you. He stroked your cheek sweetly before he spoke.

“How do you feel love?” He asked with a smirk.

“Tired but relaxed. Thank you daddy. You’re so good to me.” You replied quietly. He pecked your cheek as he got the sponge that was hanging, dipping it into the suds. He started washing your body gently, the soft sponge soothing you. When he washed and conditioned your hair, he held his hand over your eyes so the soap and water didn’t get into them. After bathing you, he drained the tub and wrapped you in a fluffy cotton towel, hugging your wet body close to him.

“Thank you for letting me take care of you sweetheart. I love you so much.”

Authors note: Taking a bath as I wrote this lol. Hope this was enjoyable!

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon🖤🫀

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“Cold” Michael Langdon x reader tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: The outpost is freezing and during your interview Langdon notices how cold you are.

YOUR POV

“If you lie I will know. If you hedge I will know. If you try to manipulate me in any way I will know and this interview will be over and you will die here painfully. Am I clear?” Langdon said non chalantly. You swallowed audibly and nodded your head.

“Yes sir.” He smirked, content at your passiveness. The nuclear winter had made the outpost freezing even with all the fire places lit. You shivered beneath your purple dress visibly, your nose and cheeks red from the cold. You had always gotten chilly really easily.

“Are you cold?” He asked, actually looking like he cared.

“Uhm...y-yeah a little.” You said quietly, not seeing how it was relevant to the interview. What Langdon did next surprised you. He got up tentatively, taking off his suit jacket. He placed it over your shoulders, fingers making sure it was in place well and covering you up enough. You sat there mortified. You always got weird when people showed you true kindness or did something almost affectionate.

“Thank you Mr. Langdon...you uh didn’t have to do that.” You spoke shyly, not looking at him. He chuckled before speaking.

“Don’t be silly Y/N, I wanted to. Not only because I could see that you were visibly shaking from the cold, but because of your reaction to small acts of kindness shown towards you. Tell me sweetheart, why is that?” He asked not skipping a beat. The jacket radiated his delicious scent. Like sandalwood and vanilla with the smell of firewood flooded your senses. You met his eyes finally and saw what looked to be curiosity in them.

“Well...I didn’t exactly get a lot of attention or love growing up. When I did, it made me uncomfortable because I wasn’t used to it. When I started dating I craved it from the men but they always just wanted, excuse my bluntness, sex without the aftercare I guess.” You spoke truthfully, observing his reaction.

“I see. I can relate to that Y/N. And how would you feel if I were to give you those cravings for physical affection?” Your breath hitched. Had he really just said that, or were you dreaming? You decided to play dumb to make sure.

“I’m not sure what you mean Mr. Langdon.”

“Michael. You may call me Michael when we are in private. I mean exactly what I said, and I’d like to satisfy both of our needs honey.” He said, approaching you carefully. You were too afraid to look up at him, so he put two fingers under your chin to make you.

“It’s okay. You can let go now.” He whispered kindly before holding out his hand. You tenderly took it, loving how warm it was against your freezing hand. He pulled you into his chest, arms wrapped around your frame tightly. You leaned into his touch and listened to the soft thud of his heart. His hand traced patterns on your back through the layers and he kissed the top of your head. You instantly were warmed up as Michael seemingly had an inhumanly hot body temperature.

“You’re coming with me to the sanctuary Y/N. I will always be here for you.” You felt as though all of those repressed emotions were finally running free, and you started sobbing quietly into his chest. His breath hitched and suddenly you could feel him start to cry too. You couldn’t think of a time when you felt so safe and happy but now.

*Authors note: I hope you liked this! I’m in Texas and we have had crazy power outages due to the snow storms so I got inspired to write this.

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon🖤🫀

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“So You Like Dirty Talk?” Michael Langdon x reader smut

Warnings: Obv dirty talk, light degradation, daddy kink, fingering, rotten filth.

Summary: Michael finds out that you have a major dirty talk kink.

YOUR POV

You were sitting down at your computer finishing up some already procrastinated work when you heard the door open. You didn’t look to see who it was, as it was obviously your Antichrist boyfriend. He didn’t say a word as he wrapped his arms around you from behind your chair and pressed his lips to your neck.

“Angel, you should really take a break from your work. Daddy wants to play with that little pussy.” He whispered dauntingly into your ear. You instantly got wet, and silently cursed Michael at his way of getting you turned on so fast.

“B-but I have to finish this. Later okay?” You tried to reason. He simply shook his head and bit your ear before whispering again into it.

“Don’t you want to get stretched on daddy’s big fingers?” You instantly froze. The wetness in your panties seemed to come out like when you sneeze when your on your period. Your grey sweatpants were becoming a darker colour and you looked down in shame, hoping Michael didn’t see. When you looked back up at him, his eyes were on your crotch. He eyed you with a proud smirk before grabbing your neck tightly.

“Looks like my innocent little girl likes when I talk filthy dirty to her. Is that right? Hmm? You just love when I talk about putting my fingers deep into that tight wet cunt don’t you? Hitting that spot inside you that makes your back arch and your perfect little clit throb?” He cooed at you, one hand now grabbing your tits through your shirt, pinching at the nipple. You nodded with tears in your eyes at the intense pleasure you were feeling not only from his actions, but from his sheer words.

“Please daddy!” You begged him. He chuckled at your eagerness and responded by picking you up bridal style out of your chair, carrying you to the bedroom. He threw you down on the lavish bed before he spread your legs to see that wetness that soaked through your sweats.

“Look at you. My little slut gets this wet all because of me?” He said cockily as he used his pointer finger to trace your folds up to your clit through the pants. He then pressed his tongue through the fabric on your clit, the warmth making you moan out.

“Please Michael, stop teasing me...I need you so bad.” You cried as he applied more pressure with the tip of his tongue. He finally peeled off your pants and underwear, face flushing at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Oh baby girl...look at you. I bet my finger could just go right in that tight hole.” He spoke as he pushed his middle finger into your cunt. It hit your g-spot instantly, making your back arch.

“Oh my—your cunt is quivering around my finger you little cumwhore. You just love daddy’s fingers inside of you prodding you open, filthy girl.” His finger sped up as he added his ring finger in the mix, now pumping in and out of you with two fingers.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asked almost rhetorically. You couldn’t even speak, the pleasure was too intense.

“Hey, stay with me sweetheart.” He said, pounding you harder than before. He brought his tongue down on your clit, flicking it deliciously fast as he finger fucked you.

“D-daddy I’m going to c-cum!” You stuttered, finding it difficult to form a sentence. His pace sped up if it was even possible and he encouraged you.

“That’s right, cum all over daddy’s fingers. I want your sweet orgasm to coat my fingers so I can devour it.” And with that, your orgasm came crashing through. Your walls clamped down on Michael’s fingers tightly and he kept licking your clit feverishly. You were starting to get sensitive now and you pulled his hair away from you. He looked at you with almost black eyes, licking his lips seductively. He pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy and put them in his mouth, moaning and eyes closing at your taste. He crawled up to you and spooned you as he stroked your arm. You felt his big hard budge press into your ass...

“If you think I’m done with you for tonight, you’ve never been more wrong kitten.”

[mrslangdon666]

The dirty talk 😫👌🏻

I really want you to do a prompt of Micheal teaching Y/N how to touch herself while she is sitting on his lap and then lies her on bed and tell her to " touch yourself for me, show me what daddy taught you "<3 but you are shy and hesitant and it turns him on seeing you blushkskdkdkd

Hi, I love this request so much! I hope I can do it justice! I kind of merged two asks. I hope that's okay!

(smut. filth. female masturbation.)

"Wait, this will help" Michael purred as he took your delicate hand in his. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it gently before taking two of your fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them slowly, not taking his eyes off you. He moved your hand in between your legs and let go "This will make it easier for you.."

You'd been sat in Michaels lap for a few minutes, completely naked and exposed whilst he was still fully clothed. A shy conversation about how you didn't know how to pleasure yourself had led to Michael offering to teach you. You were willing to do anything he asked, so when he told you to undress and position yourself on his lap, you did. You were sat on him sideways, with your legs spread apart. He held one leg to give you better access to yourself.

"Where does it ache y/n?" You moved your hand to your clit. It had been aching for some friction and you were hoping this would relieve you. "Mmm yes, your perfectly shaped little bud. You know that's where the magic happens right? Touch it lightly.. Yes..just like that." Your breath hitched as the feeling of pleasure overtook you. A quiet moan left your lips as your back arched. Michael put his hand on your back to hold you in place. "Try using your fingers in a circular motion.. A bit more pressure baby." He leaned in to kiss your cheek. His lips on your face made you massage your clit harder.

Michael noticed your pussy was glistening in the candlelight. "Fuck.. You're dripping y/n. I think your pussy needs a finger or two in there. Use your other hand.. It'll feel heavenly." Your hands fumbled until you reached your entrance. You felt your arousal on your fingers, sticky and moist. You'd never been this wet before. You slowly pushed a finger in and felt your walls pulse around it. The feeling intensified as you looked into Michaels eyes. They were heavy with lust and almost black. "Fuck yourself y/n. Pump your fingers in and out but continue playing with your clit. Look at it, look at how swollen and pink it is. You're nearly there"

You hadn't realised that you'd started grinding on Michaels cock. Your pussy juices were collecting on his pants as you continued to flick your clitoris at a fast pace. "Y/n.. I think you need to get more comfortable." He stood up, carrying you in his arms and laid you down on his large bed. Your spread your legs as wide as you could and licked your lips.

"Continue y/n. I want to see you squirm in pleasure. I want to see how your sweet little fingers fit in your cunt. I want to see your hand covered in your slick. Show me what daddy taught you" Every word that left his mouth made your pussy pulse. Michael unzipped himself and sat at the foot of the bed. You saw his large hand wrap around his perfectly erect cock. "Watch me y/n. See what you're doing to me? Daddys cock is so fucking hard right now. Make yourself cum for me." His hands started pumping his length whilst you circled your clit. "Ohh daddy.. This feels..so..good..I'm gonna cum so soon"

"Mmm y/n. Release all that tension, soak yourself for me." Michaels strokes got faster as he matched your pace. You felt a strong wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you slipped a finger back in. A few more flicks to your clit and you were cumming. "Fuck.. Michael" you moaned his name as your legs shook. As you opened your eyes, you saw Michael hovering over you. "You have no idea how sexy you look when you're a moaning wet mess y/n. It made me almost cum on the spot. But I want that cunt to clench around my cock y/n. Can you do that for daddy?"

You had to catch your breath before you answered him. You couldn't believe you'd just fucked yourself in front of him. Your cheeks started to flush and you muttered "Oh God.." "You're gonna need God once I'm done y/n. My cock has never felt this heavy before. I'm going to fill you up so much, my cum will be spilling out of you for days." Before you knew it, your legs were wide open again, waiting for Michael to destroy you.

Taglist - @jimmason @angelicmichael @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @whatcodysaid @infernwetrust

[mrslangdon666]

“Denied” Michael Langdon x reader smut

Warnings: Orgasm denial, pussy slapping, spitting kink (barely at the end), degrading, raw sex, cums inside reader, meanie head Dom Michael.

Summary: The reader is bad and Michael tortures her by not letting her cum.

YOUR POV

Oh fuck. You really fucked up. Michael’s face was now dangerously staring at you right through your eyes, and you were now cowering. Earlier when he asked you to do something, you had thought it would be smart to reply with “you don’t tell me what to do.” And now, you were going to be paying for it.

“Do you want to repeat to me what just came out of your slutty mouth?” Michael taunted, quirking an eyebrow at you. You shook your head furiously.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it sir.” You quickly said. He chuckled darkly and walked around you, circling you like a predator does to their prey. He grabbed your throat as he stood behind you and pressed his buldge up into your ass.

“You’re going to be real sorry soon little girl.” He whispered darkly into your ear. Before you could react, he roughly picked you up and threw you over his knee as he sat on the bed. He pulled your skirt up not very gently and pulled down your underwear, scoffing at how wet they were already.

“Figures that a worthless whore like you would be wet after disobeying their supreme.” He said as he slapped your ass sharply with his palm. You flinched at the hot pain and moved around on his knee. He held you in place firmly this time and slapped your ass another three times, alternating on each cheek. You wondered why he hadn’t asked you to count...

“Oh no my disrespectful little slut. You won’t be counting tonight, I’m going to spank your ass so raw that you wouldn’t even be able to keep up with the numbers.” Your face flushed red after hearing those words and he continued administering his spankings, each one hurting even more than the other. You were now wetting his slacks with your tears, and you gripped the sheets harshly.

*SLAP*

You recoiled at this one, almost falling off his lap.

“Pathetic. You can’t even sit still for this.” Said Michael before flipping you over so that you were laying on your back. You closed your legs, but he quickly spread them right back open.

“Poor thing.” He looked at your drenched cunt. “Want me to make it better darling?” He asked with faked sympathy. You nodded wearily, just knowing that there would be some sort of catch. He smirked and brought his index finger to your clit, rubbing in slow circles. You whined at the laziness, and he tsked.

“Now now, don’t be a greedy slut on top of being an insolent one.” He said before dipping his middle finger into your heat. You arched your back and moved your hips against his finger. He nipped painfully at your hip bones to keep you down, and you yelped. After fingering your g-spot for a while, he brought his plump lips down to your cunt. He blew cold air onto your quivering pussy before diving in, lapping at your juices lustfully.

“Oh M-Michael!” You screamed. Calling him by his name accidentally instead of sir or daddy earned you a hard slap against your pussy. He looked up at you disapprovingly before continuing to eat you out.

“D-daddy I’m close...” You drifted, eyelids becoming heavy with pleasure. Just as you were about to cum, another slap to your pussy was administered along with Michael pulling away from you.

“Oh you naive girl, I’m not giving you your orgasm that easily. You don’t deserve it.” He said as he started unbuckling his pants. He pulled down his underwear and out springed his perfect cock. Slick with precum, it was standing tall and proud. He lined it up with your entrance before pushing in roughly.

“Oh my god!” You said, which yet again warned you a painfully rough thrust from Michael.

“What did I say about using the G word? You can thank my father for the pleasure you are receiving undeservingly.” He said, voice layered with pants as he was too in ecstasy. His thrusts increased as his lengthy manhood hit your g-spot perfectly, making you clench around him.

“Oh daddy I’m getting close...” He kept the same pace as his thrusts got ragged, you could tell he was about to cum. This time, unlike normally, he came before you. His hot seed spilled inside you, coating your walls entirely. He was still going to make you cum right? Right??? Seemingly have read your mind. He shook his head as he pulled out of you. He put his hand on your jaw and said “open” as he spit into your mouth.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum, Y/N. I trust you’ve learned your lesson?” He asked as he eyed the cum leaking out from your unsatisfied cunt. You looked down in shame and nodded. He grabbed your chin and pressed his lips to yours lovingly.

“Don’t worry my love. I’ll make it up to you if you’re good.” He said suggestively before grabbing the aloe lotion for your sore ass.

*Authors note: Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t written in a while, had a case of writers block. This scenario has been implanted in my head, so I actually had some motivation! @kitty4860

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon🖤🫀

[mrslangdon666]

I know you already made one but could you make another comforting/ caring Michael x reader and the plus size reader is in a really dark place mentally and has an issue with binge eating? My family is really ignorant when it comes to knowing how to help with depression and anxiety and I just want to feel comforted.

Of course hun, I’m sorry you’re going through that...I sincerely hope this helps!

Warnings: Binge eating, negative body image, plz don’t read if it will trigger you too much.

YOUR POV

You were sitting in your room with a pile of food in front of you. Cakes, candies, chips, soda, the lot. You felt disgusted with yourself, poking at the fat beneath your shirt that you despised. You looked down at the food and started crying silently, ashamed. You heard the door open and this made you only cry more, afraid of Michael seeing you like this.

“Y/N? What’s wrong baby girl?” He asked cautiously before eyeing the food in front of you. He moved it to the side and sat down on the bed, taking your hands in his.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s okay. Do you want to talk to me about it?” He asked tentatively, grabbing your chin so you’d look at him.

“I just, I feel so gross Michael...I hate mys—“ Before you could finish, Michael shushed you and held you in his arms tightly, kissing the top of your head.

“Never say that about yourself Y/N. You are so beautiful. This does not define you at all. We’re going to get through it, together. I promise.” He cooed into your ear, tracing circles into your back with his fingers so that you’d relax. Your sobbing came to a stop, and he pulled you back. He looked at you with only something you could describe as pure love and pressed his lips to yours, holding your face with his hands.

“How about we watch your favourite movie and cuddle hmm?” He said, petting your cheek. You sniffled and nodded. Gosh, what did you do to deserve him? He smiled gently and pulled you into his side after fetching the remote. You knew that with Michael by your side, you would get through this, and maybe even learn to love yourself.

*Authors note: Hope this helped love, stay strong ♥️

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon🖤🫀

[mrslangdon666]

Hi! Your submissive Michael Langdon is just *chef kiss* i don't like fanfics where reader is always so inocent, shy and submissive. Can i request a headcanon for reader who loves reading move to murder house and be young!michael's only friend. When she moved murder house, Michael came and want to be her friend. Then Michael start to come everyday, they talk about books they read, reader listen and comfort him when he is sad and he started to grow a crush for reader. Thank you~

Thanks hun! Here you go—

-When your parents told you you were moving, you were honestly excited. You hated everyone at your school because of how mean they were and just couldn’t wait to get away. When you’d arrived to the infamous murder house, you noticed things. There was a boy who lived next to you. When you moved in you caught him staring at you a lot when you were outside doing stuff. Even though your nose was in a book, you felt his eyes on you.

-Somehow, you eventually got the courage to say hello. He looked up at you with his icy blue eyes and you felt connected to him instantly...from then on you became friends. His grandmother Constance couldn’t have been happier that Michael finally had a friend, and you finally had one too honestly.

-You spent a lot of your free time at Michael’s house, you two reading and watching tv together. You found out that you both adored Harry Potter, which was a huge plus in your friendship.

-It wasn’t always happiness and butterflies though...sometimes Michael would be extremely upset about his grandmother. He wouldn’t tell me why, but he would have tear stained cheeks and a frown on his face. You would comfort him when he was like this, pulling him into a hug and whispering things to make him feel better. It was sad...it was like he was so touch starved. You felt bad for him.

-One day, you two were on the sofa talking about your newest book. Michael gave you a look that you’d never seen before, and kissed you. It was quick, as if he was scared and wanted to test the waters. You were in shock at first, but after a couple seconds you pulled him back to you and pressed your lips to his.

-You and Michael had been inseperable since then...always together. You were each others only friend and source of affection, and you loved eachother dearly. You promised eachother you’d always be there for one another, no matter what. Boy, did Michael keep his promise...

*Authors note: Hope this was okay love!

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon🖤🫀