young Michael is too embarrassed to keep eyecontact while you’re fucking him missionary, shyly turning his head or keeping them shut, tracing your fingers along his cheek and tell him to look at you, pausing your thrusts to lean down and kiss him, but as soon as your start up again he’s mewling and whining from pleasure, quietly begging ‘harder’ until your dildo hits his prostate just right and he yelps, near screams in pleasure and his moans come out unrestrained till the end

thelangdoncooperative:

I….wish you could’ve seen my face when I read this…I just…wow. Thank you so much

older Michael is much more comfortable and into it, forget the soft scarf cuffs from his younger days, leather or metal cuffs, bind him in rope, wear some tight leather and he’ll already be twitching and ready to call you mistress or master, prefers less prepping and some pain when you start pounding him, a crop for if he misbehaves, after all your punishments are the most enjoyable, even a cockring to draw out his teasing, leave him there for awhile if he’s been bad. suffering begging for touch

thelangdoncooperative:

Nonny, why are you doing this to me?!🙈

killmeplzdeddy:

The Devil (Michael Langdon x Reader)

(To my friends who woke up to me wanting to fuck the antichrist. Here we go)

You were next. Everyone before you had a troubling encounter, with Langdon. He was a very intriguing man with blonde hair and tired unyielding blue eyes. Everything about him screamed domination and misery, but he was attractive nonetheless. He led you into an office and made his way to a very well kept desk.

“Sit. I will ask you a series of questions, answer them truthfully. I will know if you are lying. Am I clear?” He says in a melancholy tone.

That voice made you scared and entranced at the same time.

“Yes sir.”

“Sir? Aren’t you adorable.”

He gave you a smirk that sent chills everywhere. You blushed slightly and suddenly found your feet very pleasant to look at. He began to move around as if sizing you up.

“What’s your sexual orientation?” He drew out the word sexual.

“[Insert].”

He made some type of hum and began to pace around you slowly.

“Why were you chosen to be a purple?”

“ My parents had a lot of money, they bought me a spot.”

He was at your back now. You could feel the heated gaze on you and resisted the urge to tremble. He stroked a hand through your hair.

“Considering your parents are indefinitely dead, I assume you came here alone. You rarely talk to the others, so… introverted. Have you ever not been alone? You seem very unaffected by it.”

His words hit your soul, he knew so much for only being here a few days. It’s almost as if he was stalking you. You began to nervously come up with an answer.

“I-I…No, it’s always just been me. I preferred books and animals to people.”

Another deep throat hum resonated through the room. He moved closer to your ear again, this time the tremble broke through your resistance. He let out a small chuckle.

“What so you think of the people here? It seems as though you have a problem with people.”

You were silent, there was no idea in your mind on how to answer it. He seemed annoyed with your silence and moved to stand in front of you. He was leaned close to you in an attempt to intimidate you. It was working.

“They are okay, I guess. I’ve never talked much to anyone.”

He moved closer. You could smell some type of smell, you couldn’t tell if it was good or not to you. You couldn’t even tell if it was a natural smell or cologne. You looked at the carpet again.

“What do you think of me?” He whispered pulling your chin up to meet his impending gaze. He stared into your soul.

You just stared back, astonished by the beautiful specimen in front of you. He seemed so… unique.

He scoffed at your silence and stood up quickly and move to a door.

“You are dismissed”

He was about to walk out, when you silently whispered.

“I think you’re the devil.”

He stopped, it took a moment before he turned around with his biggest smirk yet. He slowly made his way back over to you. With a large chuckle, he bent down and kissed your ear quite harshly.

“I think you might be right.”

(part 2?)

thelangdoncooperative:

Father/Husband Michael Headcannon (Requested)

  • He would kill for his family and there had been occasions where he had to
  • Sitting up late with your children, helping them to control their powers
  • Thanking you every night for the family you’ve given him
  • Worshipping the body that bore his children
  • Sometimes your parenting styles clashed but Michael usually sided with you in the end
  • Sneaking the kids sweets even after you told them no more
  • He was never more gentle than with an infant in his arms and once they were too big to be cradled he’d be asking you to have another