(authors note: i’m still on episode 4 so if i get something wrong pls forgive me. also this is set before the bombs went off)
You had seen the boy around your neighborhood and you were quite curious about him.
He constantly loomed in your brain and it was like you couldn’t get him out.
You had been sketching him frequently. You didn’t know this boys name yet you felt a deep connection with him.
You needed to build up the courage to talk to him.
Today was the day. You were outside sketching the mysterious blonde boy yet again, but you hadn’t seen him around like normal yet.
That was because, he was observing you today. He had seen you drawing and he was quite curious what was on the papers.
He waited until you were lost in your work to go up to you, “Hi.” He said.
He completely caught you off guard and you almost dropped everything.
“Jesus, you scared me.” You said trying to regain your composure.
“What’re you drawing?” He wasn’t fazed at all by scaring you.
“Oh it’s nothing.” You didn’t know what to say. It was him all over the paper.
He peaked over and smiled, “That’s me!” He obviously wasn’t creeped out by it so you decided to show him. “These are great.” He never lost his smile. “I’m Michael.” He said and briefly looked up at you before flicking through more pages.
“I’m Y/N.” You answered, mesmerized by him.
“I know you like me. We should hang out and you can draw me and stuff.”
He was so innocent, like a deer. “Yeah sure, I’d like that.”
Anon requested “ 3j for BDSM with Outpost Michael please.”
3. ”My, my… You’re the most beautiful present my Father ever sent me.”
j) bathing and having sex with Michael in a tub full of actual blood (it can be the blood of his enemies to make it more romantic)
( this was wrote in 2 min and i didnt have it betaed so enjoy 😀 )
You and Michael had been in a secret little relationship for a few months now, and people were definitely starting to notice. Tonight you were walking to Michaels room after you had thought everyone was asleep when Venable stopped you in your tracks.
“Miss Y/N.” She spoke in her usual tone, looking down her nose at you. “I couldn’t help but overhear you and Mr. Langdon in his office this afternoon.” She sneered.
Fuck. You two had forgotten to put the charm on the room to soundproof it. You felt your cheeks become hot as you thought of what to say.
“You know the rules Y/N. As well you know the.. punishments.” She stated with a faint smile. She had always hated you and no doubt was she excited to finally have a reason to take you out. She grabbed you roughly by the arm, dragging you down to the basement and ignoring your cries of protest. She threw you to the cold tile ground with tears staining your cheeks. She took the silver pistol from the man beside her, “I want to be the one to watch you die.” She spoke coldly.
You closed your eyes as you silently cried, this was it. She was going to kill you. You waited and waited… after a moment you opened your eyes to see Venables wide ones staring back at you. Her mouth was agape and you watched as blood began to pour from her eyes, nose, and mouth.
She fell over and you saw Michael standing behind her with his hand in a tight fist, eyes full of rage. He saved you.
You and Michael were in the tub together, the only thing different was the tub was filled with water and blood. Venables blood to be exact. You had your head resting on his chest with his arms around you. His hands were gently rubbing circles into your arm as you two talked.
You played with the bubbles on top of the water as he was speaking about some of the others interviews. You had to admit, you knew the two of you were dedicated to each other, so you weren’t worried if others flirted with him. You did, however, wish your friend Gallant would shut up about him. He often nearly had you confessing your relationship with Michael just to get him to stop. You had to sit and listen to Gallant talk about all the things he would do to your boyfriend, but it was for the safety of you two.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as you felt his hand slowly making its way down your body from your chest to your thighs. You smirked to yourself and couldn’t help teasing him. “Need me again already?” You said as you took his other hand and placed a kiss to it. The two of you had just finished a passionate and rough session, relaxing now in the hot bath to soothe your tired muscles.
“I almost lost you today.” He began softly in your ear. “I want to cherish you now that you’re safe.” His hand met your core and slowly teased you. You inhaled sharply at the sensation of his large hands gently touching you. He circled your bundle of nerves for a few moments before he slid one of his fingers inside of you, moving it at a slow pace. You were panting and whimpering now, needing more. “Please Michael. Don’t be a tease.” You begged.
“Mm, look who’s needy now.” He said. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and you were about to make a smart comment back at him when he shoved two fingers into your heat, moving them rough and quick. You cried out in pleasure as your hands came up to grip his biceps. One on your hip and the other pleasuring you. “Scream for me.” He commanded. “No one can stop us now.” He cooed as he felt you tighten around his fingers.
You let yourself be loud, earning a growl from him. You had tears in your eyes from the pressure building inside of you. “Come.” He whispered against your neck as he kissed your soft skin. In moments you were coming undone on his fingers as he helped you come down, slowing his movements before removing his fingers. You laid your head back on his shoulder as he made a show of licking his fingers clean. ”My, my… You’re the most beautiful present my Father ever sent me.” He spoke softly, making you blush.
“Such a good girl.” He purred as he put his arms back around you, kissing the top of your head. The two of you stayed in the bath until it got cold, crawling into bed with him and laying in each other’s arms, his breath lulling you to sleep.
STOPPPPPP. I need this. Just having him chase the pleasure, his eagerness. His power. You know he’ll eventually dominate you, but you have the pleasure of teaching him and reminding him when he gets to sassy in the future, who he belongs to.
michael loving the taste of blood is canon and no one can tell me otherwise!
could you just imagine him, much like in the ritual scene, cutting himself and letting his own blood flow over you, letting it coat your breasts, your entire body. he loves the way you look with the crimson color clashing with your soft skin. but he loves it even more when he gets to lick it off of you! he would start from at the top of your center, dragging his tongue up your body slowly, rolling his tongue around your naval, and his gaze holding yours as he makes his way up your body, you arching your back as he reaches your breasts, his tongue rolling around each of your nipples for biting down gently and sucking them into his mouth. he wouldn’t stop until he reached your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin and running his tongue up your jawline to your mouth pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth wanting you taste the metallic and sweetness of his blood.
i think it’s canon that michael has mommy issues so it would only make sense, and since he gravitates towards strong, older women, that he would have a mommy kink!
and i’m not even going to lie that the thought of him sucking on your fingers, his eyes wide and needy as he looks up at you as his warm tongue rolls against your finger tips and further up to your knuckle. you didn’t even have to ask him to do it he did it on his own accord because that’s how bad he wants to be touched by you. and when your fingers run through his blonde curls his eyes are closing and his head leans slightly back as he moans around your small fingers. “want me to touch you so bad don’t you baby?” you whisper and all he can do it let out a throaty moan as your other fingers travel down his naked torso, your nails slightly digging into his skin and it makes him thrust up. you can see he’s already incredibly hard in his boxers and he need to be touched, wants to be touched. and if you were to ask him to beg you knew he would, he would get on his knees and worship you like you were his god.
ok…but i kinda wanna make this into a series because i love this concept and bottom, needy michael makes me wet
ohmygmkfkddddddd he’d probably be bright red and have tear stained cheeks, barely able to keep his eyes open from how good it feels, only stuttering out broken moans. lets just say his viewers absolutely love it.
Y/N desperately wanted to sleep in. It was Saturday, for God’s sake. She tried to ignore the feeling of Michael’s lips ghosting along her shoulder. She tried to ignore when he began tracing patterns on her back with his finger. She tried until she couldn’t anymore.
“Michael, stop” she said turning in his arms to face him.
“Good morning,” He smiled, kissing the top of her head as she cuddled into his chest, “Your skin is so soft. How is your skin so soft?” He ran a hand up the back of her tank top and skimmed his fingers along her spine.
“Oh my god,” she chuckled, placing a soft peck against his skin before cuddling closer.
Michael continued to rhythmically run his hand up and down her spine in the most calming way. Y/N could feel herself drifting back to sleep.
“Don’t go back to sleep, I want to talk to you,” he laughed through a yawn.
She smiled against him, “Five minutes,”
“Only five,” He said, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
a.n.: this is short and sweet but I haven’t put anything out in a HOT MINUTE so,,,,,, as per usual, brace yourself for the cringe
Christmas at the Oupost brought a homey atmosphere to a usually cold environment. The walls were given a warm glow by the Christmas lights strung to them.
One of the best parts of the decorated Oupost was the tree in the library. Michael insisted on having one, as “it wouldn’t be a true Christmas” without it.
To an outside eye, Michael Langdon would seem like the farthest thing from someone who would celebrate Christmas. The first time he suggested celebrating Christmas, you thought he was joking.
“Why not celebrate, Y/N? After everything that you all have been put through, I think it might be deserved.”
“Isn’t it… sac religious for you? I mean the son of the Devil celebrating Christmas seems like the epitome of irony.”
“Come one, Y/N. It would be fun. And, if I’m being completely honest with you, Christmas was one of the few times that my family and I truly got along.” The sincerity in Michaels voice was bittersweet.
“Alright, but I get to choose what goes on top of the tree.” You laughed.
“Not if I get there first!”
The two of you raced to get to the top of the staircase. There was a storage closest right next to the top of the stairs where the Warlocks kept Christmas decor from past years.
As soon as you reached the top, Michael trailing closely behind, you quickly opened the door and shut yourself in the room.
Looking around, you were able to find what you were looking for. A small silver star, perfect for the top of the tree.
The door handle began to jiggle.
“Y/N. Let me in.”
“Okay. But just so you know, I won far and square.”
You opened the door. Michael stayed in the door frame, leaning against it.
“Well since you had the blessing of choosing the tree topper, I get the blessing of asking you one simple favor.” He smirked. Michael loved to egg you on. You didn’t mind it though. After all, his mannerisms toward you always felt a bit seductive*.
“And what do I have the pleasure of doing for you?”
“This.” Michael pulled mistletoe out of his coat pocket and placed it over the two of you.
You rolled your eyes and moved closer. He pulled you in and lifted up your chin, and you placed a soft kiss to his lips.
Christmas was going to be fun.
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* ~ OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY FOR THIS ITS MAKING ME CRINGE BUT IM REALLY TRYJNG GUYS PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY CrInGeYnEsS-
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