ritualmichael:

you came into this thing at a rough time 😩 but michael is a sucker for getting his hair played with and getting taken care of, you best believe

wroteclassicaly:

Oh my. This is cuter than it should be.

icylangdon:

U know what fuck it…..ima actually do it just to see what y’all think !!:

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“Please, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, focused on the TV while the blond haired boy fidgeted next to you on the couch.

“What?” you said, tone impatient as you fixed your gaze on the screen, refusing to look over. Of course, the show wasn’t nearly as interesting as you were letting on; you were just waiting to see how long it would be until Michael completely lost control.

“I’m- I can’t stop thinking about earlier.”

“What happened earlier?” you asked, stifling a devilish smirk as you feigned ignorance.

“When you touched me. And you didn’t let me, you know.”

He sounded so worked up and desperate that you almost felt sorry for him- almost. You knew he loved it, though, when you denied and teased him, made him beg. He craved it, to be under your control.

“What do you mean? You were practically begging on your hands and knees for me to touch you, so I touched you.”

He licked his lips, shifting his body so he was sitting cross legged. He looked so innocent right now, a mop of messy blond hair falling in front of his widened eyes, hands toying with the sleeves of his slightly-too-big sweater. “Yeah, but- but you didn’t let me come.”

He pouted at you, and finally you turned to face him. Cupping his face with one hand, you leaned in close to him. He looked anxious, almost afraid, but there was a distant flicker of something else in his pale blue eyes.

“You asked me to touch you, Michael,” you said sternly, taking your other hand and stroking his hair tenderly. “And I gave you what you wanted. You’re being very ungrateful right now.”

He only looked at you, bottom lip quivering as he blinked back tears. “Please,” he said, voice hardly louder than a whisper.

You pretended to stroke his hair again before tugging it back sharply, resulting in a pained gasp from his mouth. You raised yourself slightly on the couch to look down at him, enjoying the way he looked at you, so eager to be yours. He looked so sweet right now, so needy. You wanted to kiss him gently and coo to him that everything would be okay. But you wouldn’t.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m just. I need to come. It hurts how bad I want you, I-”

You interrupted him by yanking his hair again, and he cried out.

“Clearly I haven’t taught you well enough if you’re complaining like this. I think I’m going to have to discipline you.”

He let out a whine that sounded vaguely like a moan, and you let go of his hair. “Now get up. You’re finally going to get what you’ve been begging for.”

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ritualmichael:

Video Games : Michael Langdon x Reader

(requested)

It was a friday night and you found yourself sitting on the floor between your boyfriend’s legs, back against his chest and you both yelling at the television in front of you. You were both on the hunt for another player in the video game and you were so close.

“Go that way! No, that way!” you urged Michael, who was just laughing at how enthralled you were at the game. He practically had to bribe you just to sit down and play it with him, but now you were more wrapped up in it than he was.

He followed your directions, letting you take control since he knew the game well enough to beat it in minutes but watching you was more fun. You clumsily pressed the controller buttons, being completely unfamiliar with it and cursing when you would press the wrong ones. It didn’t take long for your character to get killed by someone else sneaking up and attacking.

“NO!” you yelled, throwing you hands up in the air and quickly turning to Michael. “Did you see that?! He killed me!” you exclaimed, pitching the controller onto the couch in frustration.

“Whoa, easy babe. Those things aren’t cheap,” Michael said, setting his controlled down and trying to bite back laughter as he watched you pout. You crossed your arms, scrunching your brows in frustration.

“Why’d you make me play that dumb game?” you asked stubbornly, leaning forward and resting your forehead on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you a little closer, kissing the top of your head.

“Is someone a sore loser?” he teased, making you huff and try to pull away from him but his hold on you didn’t budge. He laughed at your weak attempts to get away and how you gave up, laying limp against his chest.

“You still owe me a bunch of kisses,” you said, referring to the little bribe he had offered you in order to play the game with him.

“But you lost?” he looked down at you, furrowing his brow in false confusion and shaking his head. “Do losers deserved to be kissed?”

“That was not part of the deal, Langdon,” you poked his chest, moving so that you were sitting on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Draping your arms around his neck, you mindlessly played with his long blonde hair that was at your fingertips.

Giving him a dramatic pout, he rolled his eyes while laughing at you, leaning in and starting to cover your face in a bunch of kisses. You squealed at the frenzy of affection, squirming around in attempts to dodge them.

“Not those kisses!” you giggled, trying to grab his face as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks, neck and forehead. When he came to a halt, his hair was a little tousled from your attempts to grab him and he playfully shrugged at you.

“So, you’re sore loser and you don’t appreciate my kisses,” he sighed dramatically, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you off of his lap. You laughed, grabbing his arm before he could stand up and pulled yourself closer, pressing your lips to his as you both grinned. Your kisses were mixed with laughter and smiles and he pulled you back down onto his lap, one of his hands resting on your cheek and the other on your hip.

He pulled away slightly from the kiss, giving your bottom lip a playful tug and speaking softly, said, “Maybe I should bribe you to play more often.”

“Only if you let me win next time,” you replied between short kisses, pulling yourself even closer.

“Anything for my girl,” he mumbled against your lips, giving you a kiss that was a little harder than before. You let out a content sigh as you moved your lips against his, slipping your fingers into his wavy, blonde hair that you adored so much.

ritualmichael:

Michael Langdon x Reader Headcanon

(requested)

• you being with michael for so long caused you both to notice annoying things about each other

• but it was never malicious or actually annoying, you both loved each other too much to actually be bothered by such small things

• michael was always so much warmer than you, so he made for the best cuddling partner, especially if your hands or feet were cold

• “get off, you’re freezing,” he would sleepily whine, trying to push you away but you never went far

• he would always just give in, allowing you to warm yourself up by wrapping your arms around him or tangling your feet together

• michael was a little messy, which didn’t both you until he started leaving his shirts or pants everywhere

• you would pick up behind him and throw everything into the laundry basket

• “i’m just going to throw away all of the clothes you leave on the floor,” you would tell him

• “so you’re saying you just want me to walk around here naked?”

• since you always woke up together in the mornings, you would try to beat him to the bathroom in order to brush your teeth

• the sink was too small and the mirror only fit one of you so it was a constant battle of who could get there first

• even if you did beat him, he would always squeeze in and bump you out of the way in order to brush his teeth too

• you would have a lot of playful toothpaste-filled arguments

• after you both were done brushing your teeth, there were always some minty kisses shared while you sat on the counter with him standing between your legs to make up for the fighting

• the longer you were with michael, the longer his hair got

• which meant you often times woke up with his hair in your face since he always insisted on sleeping so close to you and sharing pillows

• sometimes you would give him a taste of his own medicine with your hair

• he would often complain in the mornings about you stealing all of the blankets

• “im sorry i don’t have an inhuman body temperature to keep me warm, this place is freezing,” you would tiredly protest

• you would always share the blankets with him once he mentioned it though

• most mornings, you would just lay in his arms for a while without saying much and dozing off again and you always shared the blankets

• michael was such a night person that he would always try to keep you up late, not matter how tired you were

• “but i’ll be lonely,” he would tell you as you laid in bed with him, trying not to fall asleep

• you would always try to get him to fall asleep with you by playing with his hair or cuddling up to him and running your fingers up and down his back because you knew it relaxed him

• but he would always end up whispering to you to see if you were awake and proceed to having a full, one-sided conversation

• it always exhausted you, but sometimes he truly was irresistible and you knew sleep could wait

• the things that would bother you or him were just a part of your relationship and you would cherish them

• you knew that you could spend the rest of your life dealing with his messy clothes or late night antics if it meant you could be with him

ritualmichael:

“unacceptable. it has to be french toast,” he pouts.