He’d be in character the whole night as an excuse to love up on her. She’d laugh as he excessively kissed her neck and arm. “Michael, stop” she giggled. “My name is Gomez,” he smiled through his kisses.
Cuddling Headcanon’s for Young and Current Michael Langdon
(Request) just a short blurb about some cuddling HCs for Michael ♥️
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Young!michael is very hesitant about cuddling at first. When you fall asleep for the first time, you wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his back. He absolutely loves being the small spoon, he feels so comforted having you hold him. If he’s feeling confused or anxious in public he likes to rest his head on your shoulder and hold your hand.
Current! Michael wants to hold you close and never let you go. He loves pressing gentle kisses to your forehead when you’re sleeping. He doesn’t like PDA, But in private he can’t keep his hands off of you. He wants to protect you.
I high key stan for all of this. I wanna cuddle with Michael so bad omf.
So I did a sequel (part two?) to the previous Michael Langdon x Reader which you can find here. Also thinking about posting this on AO3 but we’ll see…
Prompt: I know you do.
Pairing: Michael Langdon x Reader
Rating: General
Tags: Follows the episode “Forbidden Fruit”, implied violence but very minor, spoiler if you haven’t seen the episode
Enjoy!
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“We’ll share it,” Emily beamed over at Tim when they both popped their heads up from the barrel of water, a bright red apple resting in her delicate hand.
Don’t eat the apples rang through your head. You had a sense that Michael was warning you, but with the eyes of Ms.Venable and Ms.Mead staring down at you, you had no choice but to step forward in line since it was your turn next.
You gulped down a sudden lump in your throat as your stomach turned into knots when you saw at least a dozen apples still floating in the barrel, waiting to be bobbed.
“Go on (y/n), pick one.” Ms.Venable commanded, her voice stern and her eyes watching you attentively when you glanced up at her. Her and Ms. Mead both had apples themselves, but a part of you had a feeling that they weren’t going to eat them.
Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and dunked your head in the barrel. The water was oddly room temperature and the feel of an apple brushed against your lips. You didn’t want to bite into it, so you nudged at it until the stem started to poke at your pursed lips, and then you opened your mouth and loosely grabbed the apple by the stem and pulled your head out of the water, cupping the apple in your hand. With your other hand, you moved your wet hair out of your face and opened your eyes, looking down at the apple in your hand. You stepped out of line and moved into a far corner of the room, wanting to escape Venable and Mead’s eyes.
You watched as everyone else finished taking their turns bobbing for apples. They were all eager to eat them and you couldn’t help but feel some slight guilt. Should you say something? Pass on Michael’s warning to them? You feared Michael would be mad at you if you were to tell them, but you wanted to do what was right.
Just as you were about to tell them so, Venable announced that everyone could finally enjoy their treat. The crisp sound of people biting into the apples, taking their first bite, haunted you in a sense.
(Y/n),” Venable snapped, you looked up to see her and Ms.Mead were looking right at you. “Go on and eat. You should be grateful to have such food in your presence.”
“I-I’m allergic,” you lied, clutching the apple tighter in your grip. “It’s the small bits of cyanide in the seeds, them being at the very core of the apple is dangerous for me.”
Mr. Gallant snorted. “Everyone’s allergic to cyanide, you’re not special.” His voice was muffled through his chewing and you chose not to acknowledge his comment.
“Excuse me,” you muttered and dashed out of the living room, your heels clanking against the wooden floor as you made your way upstairs and into Michael’s chambers. A part of you felt bad for not knocking, but as soon as you saw Michael calmly typing away on a laptop, your kindness subsided. “What are you doing? How the hell do you have a laptop?” You slammed the door shut to get his attention.
“Classified,” Michael replied calmly as he closed the laptop and turned around in his seat to face you. “You didn’t eat it,” he observed, his eyes moving to the apple in your hand.
“You told me not to,” you walked over to him, keeping your distance slightly as you stood closer to his dresser. “Why?”
“You can eat it if you please, I will not stop you.” Michael stood up from his chair and sauntered over to you, backing you up at a point till your back hit the dresser. “But just know that once I take you to my Sanctuary, you will have as much food as you please.” He raised his hand to caress your cheek, but you quickly grabbed his wrist and halted him.
“Why are you just taking me? I want to help the others.”
“I know you do. That’s what makes you so different from me. You want to help the others, but I only want to help you.” Michael yanked his wrist out of your grip and opened up the right door to the dresser, the side you weren’t leaning on. “Now I need you to be quiet.”
“Michael-
He shot you a glare which you quickly matched and he grabbed you by the wrists and made you step into the closet. Michael brushed a kiss to your knuckles before releasing you and closing the dresser door.
“Damn it,” you whispered to yourself and rested against the wall of the dresser.
Soon, you heard voices, recognizing Venable and Mead. They informed Michael they killed everyone.
You felt guilt pool into your stomach as you realized you could have warned everybody about the apples, but you chose not to. The apple in your hand dropped to floor of the dresser, making a large clunk sound.
“What was that?” Venable questioned and you covered your mouth to quiet your breathing, in case she heard it.
“Nothing,” Michael started to go on a rant to them, diverting the attention away from you.
Somehow, their conversation led to a gunshot and you suddenly feared that it was Michael who had been shot. Your eyes couldn’t help but sting with tears as the thought of him gone and you let out a small yelp when the door opened, fearing it could be Venable wanting to kill you next.
Seeing Michael’s face greet you was a flood of relief and you couldn’t help but lunge forward at him and wrap your arms around him in a hug. “I thought they got you,” you sighed into his neck. Michael lightly hugged you back and you closed your eyes, inhaling the rich, polished scent that Michael always reeked of. You felt safe in his arms, like he would protect you from any harm that would come your way.
“I will,” Michael answered your thoughts, as if he could read them, in a promise. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Michael Comforting You After a Nightmare (Male!Reader) Headcanons
a.n.: so im gonna apologize for taking so long to get this out, but I hope you like it! (and also its like really bad but i hope the cuddling headcanons make up for it and I hope this is what you wanted?)
Ever since you got to the Outpost, you had been having the same dream over and over again
You were with your family, seconds before the blast
When the nuke detonated you were left with nothing but a letter telling you where to seek asylum
Every time you called out for a family member your voice echoed back to you, almost as if to mock you for what you had lost
And every night you would wake up in a cold sweat trying to convince yourself that you were safe
At least for now
Until one night when Michael hears you calling out names in your sleep
The nightmare had become too intense and you started shaking, worrrying Michael
Michael was not one to show emotion in times of trouble, but you were different
“Y/n? Are you okay? Why are you shaking?” His typically stoic face grew extremely concerned
You tried to speak but your voice was strained from the stress
“It’s just… everything I’ve ever loved is gone.”
“That’s not completely true. You have me.”
He moved the sheets on your bed to join you
“And you know that I’d do anything to make you not feel this way.”
You wrapped your arms around his body to cuddle
He always seemed to be warm, even in the frigid bedrooms of the outpost
The warmth shared between the two of you lulled you into a peaceful sleep, something you hadn’t had since before the blast
It was nice
BONUS MICHAEL AND READER CUDDLING HEADCANONS:
Michael is the little spoon and anyone who disagrees can FIGHT ME
Michael doesn’t typically like to cuddle but if you’ve had a particularly stressful day he’s 100% down
When you’re the little spoon, you always have to maneuver your way into the cuddle bc the boy is stubborn
for someone who acts tough he gets BIG submissive when you cuddle
like y’all look like a whole bunch of tangled up chords with your legs wrapped around each other and arms crisscrossed together
anonymous asked if I had any michael nsfw headcanons and they didn’t say older or younger, so I decided to do both!
Older!Michael:
He loves to worship your body. His hands traveling along every inch of your body. His mouth following suit leaving gentle kisses against your skin, soft murmurs of praise coming from him.
When it comes to the two of your doing rituals it’s mesmerizing for him. The way yours and his blood mixes and paints your body. Your breasts covered and dripping red. The crimson color clashing with your complexion, your soft skin. It’s almost appetizing to him.
Sometimes he would just want to jump right into it. And other times he wants to go slow, watch you ride him. One of his hands on your hip, the other tangled in your hair. Watching you in awe as you take all of him, loving the way you body moves perfectly against his.
He definitely knows how to be rough and loves it. So rough it leaves bruises and marks on your skin. But he also likes to be soft too. Loves doing simple missionary. It gives him the perfect view of you, watching your pleasure as he slowly rolls his hips up into you. Leaving chaste kisses to your neck and chest.
He likes watching you. Even in non-sexual ways doing the simplest things. But he loves watching you touch yourself for him. Sitting in a leather chair placed perfectly at the end of the bed, his eyes intently on you as he watches your fingers skillfully explore your body inside and out. Loving all the needy moans coming from your mouth. The want and crave you have for him turning him on so much it makes him grip the sides of the leather chair to hold himself back from touching you, wanting to watch the beautiful show before him.
He also really loves watching you look up at him while you’re on your knees in front of him. Begging for him to let you touch him, for him to touch you, to feel him within your mouth.
He REALLY loves begging ok!
And praise. He loves hearing you praise him but he also loves praising you, ‘good girl’ ‘you’re taking so much of me love, you’re doing so good’ coming from him.
He loves dirty talk. Obviously. Sometimes it’s sweet nothings in your ear and other times it’s so dirty it makes you blush.
He would love trying new positions for sure. But his favorite ones are the ones where he can see your face, your reactions, see how much you love taking him, wanting to see every moan leave your lips.
Young!Michael:
Virgin!Michael is not very experienced but skillful at the same time. The first time you two are intimate he takes his time to study your body. Touching every crevice, every crook of your body. Taking his time to study your body. He goes slow and takes his time with his touches, his lips, his tongue.
And when it comes to finally doing the deed he’s constantly asking you if you’re okay, if he’s hurting you. His hand coming to rest on your cheek as he slowly thrusts into you. Watching your face contour with pleasure from all the ways he moves his hips. Mesmerized by the way your face looks with each thrust, wanting to see it over and over again.
And when he eats you out for the first time he’s not as shy as you’d expect. He’s excited and ready to go. Ready to make you feel good. His eyes locked on you as his mouth explores your core, his tongue more skillful than you could of imagined. Experimenting with licks, sucks, and nips. His tongue worshiping you.
– Usually. Michael is in full control of his feelings and reactions, so it is very rare for him to show any blatant signs of anger, sadness or distress. However, once in a while his emotions get the best of him, and he finds himself in need of comfort and reassurance.
– Since you are his partner and his equal, and the only person he loves and trusts with his whole heart, it is only natural that Michael would seek out your soothing company in such moments.
– The two of you are in a very well-balanced, healthy and supportive relationship, so the moment one of you is down, the other will immediately drop whatever it is that they were doing in order to offer their comfort and assistance.
– Which is exactly what you do every time Michael comes to you with a vulnerable look in his baby blue eyes. Especially since it only happens very rarely, so you know that, when it does happen, it’s something serious.
– Usually you start by asking him whatever is the matter, which is basically the only encouragement he needs to start pouring his heart out to you.
– In the meantime, you would listen to his ramblings patiently, one arm draped comfortingly over his shoulders. You don’t interrupt, unless it is evident that he is looking for verbal reassurance, nor do you ask any questions, for you know Michael will tell you everything that is bothering him in his own time.
– Once he is finished recounting to you whatever it was that upset him, you would welcome him into your reassuring embrace, his nose buried in the crook of your neck while you pet his golden hair with feather-light caresses.
– You would most definitely offer words of comfort or even praises, depending on what seems to be the problem. (Namely whether Michael is just upset about something/with someone or whether if he is feeling insecure.)
– Lots and lots of cuddles, because this softboy™ needs them, especially when in distress.
– Because you know that good food can help one feel better even in their darkest hour, you cook french toast for Michael whenever he is feeling down: It always manages to bring a smile on his face.
– Aaaaannndddd….naturally, sex is also an option. Especially the soft and slow kind, with lots of kisses and gentle caresses, as it helps him relax and de-stress.
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