he would get so teary eyed, just bitting too hard on his bottom lip to hold back his moans when you turned it on, which he struggled with and you just quietly tsk at him, saying “that’s only for me to hear, quiet down.”
okay but you can’t forget about edging him, just teasingly knowing how long he’s waited for his release but he won’t let himself cum until he gets approval from you that he can. he’s learned that the hard way.
my first sub!michael blurb for ya. kind of noncon but you’ll see how its also not. based off of this anon. hawthorne aged michael.
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Michael awoke from his own moans, blushing deeply when his eyes fluttered open and he realized he had been dreaming. His body still felt electric, his chest rising and falling unevenly and he could feel that tension in his stomach. Huffing into his pillow, he buried his face into the plush fabric as he sleepily rutted his hips down into the mattress, a whimper coming from the back of his throat.
Gripping the sheets in his fist, he helplessly rolled his hips against the bed for some kind of relief, still in a dreamy daze. The springs of the mattress quietly squeaked, making him blush because he knew he could wake you up. You slept next to him in a deep sleep that was typically hard to pull you out of.
He could only take so much of the friction from the mattress before he lifted his hips, biting down on his lip to silence a desperate moan. He was so close to his orgasm but he felt embarrassed that it only took a few thrusts against the mattress for him to get off.
Pulling his face from his pillow, he looked over at your peaceful state. He knew that you would take care of him if you were awake but he felt so guilty making you lose sleep at such an ungodly hour. His mind replayed the images of his dream where his face was buried between your thighs and you whispered gentle praises that made his cheeks warm up just thinking about. He couldn’t stop himself from scooting closer to you, easing the blankets off of you. You shifted in your sleep at the cool air, letting out a long sigh and Michael could feel it go straight to his leaking cock. Pulling away the blanket, he was met with the view of your soft skin only covered by your underwear and a shirt that was pushed up to your chest.
Just looking at you made him whimper from his painfully hard erection. He had never had a dream like the one that woke him up before and he was desperate to touch you. The thought of all of the times you had let him fall asleep, still inside you, or you had woken him up with kisses up his thighs made him squirm. He let out a shaky breath before climbing between your legs, his hands guiding your thighs apart and his breath got hitched in his throat at the sight.
His mouth was watering already and his hands were shaky as he gently guided your underwear down your thighs, fumbling to pull them off and he tossed them to the other side of the bed. Laying down, he rested his head on your thigh and his eyes flicked between your sleeping face and the one place where he wanted to taste the most. Dipping his fingertip into his mouth, he pulled it out and gently circled your clit. He watched as you tried to close your thighs in your sleep, catching them with his hands and holding them open.
He pressed a kiss to your soft thigh before nosing at your clit, deeply inhaling the scent he literally dreamt of. Fighting the urge to roll his hips into the mattress, his eyes watered at the painful suppression of his orgasm. Finally giving in, his mouth met your core and he ran his tongue through your warm folds. His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of you on his tongue, beginning to slowly lap of you. He could feel you shifting below him but the thought of getting caught between your legs like this started to make him feel warm and excited.
It only took a minute for him to taste your reaction on his tongue, blushing happily that your body wanted him no matter what. Pulling away from your wet core, he glanced up to see that you were still sleeping soundly. Squirming against the bed as he licked his lips, he was reminded of his cock that was desperate to feel you. He reached down, clumsily pulling off his boxers and whining when the cool air hit his hot skin.
He sheepishly spat into his hand, reaching down and coating his cock, his teeth sinking into his lip as he tried to hold back moans. Breathing heavily and his body beginning to shake, he moved further up your body. Dropping his head down onto your shoulder, his arms weakly held him above you as his tip pressed against your entrance.
At just that contact, his vision was already going blotchy and he felt as if all the breath had been stolen from his lungs. His hips greedily pressed into you, his cock fully pushing into your warmth. His jaw was slack and he sputtered out moans, all of the anticipation making it feel like it was the first time he had been surrounded by you. He didn’t have the strength to hold himself up anymore, his body laying on top of yours and his head burying into your neck.
The weight of his body and the stretch between your legs started to pull you from your sleep. It wasn’t until Michael rolled his hips into you with a whimper that you gained consciousness. Eyes sleepily opening, you reached up and pushed his blonde waves off of your face. Clearing the sleep from your throat, you softly hummed at the feeling of your boy filling you up. His body froze as he heard you and he pulled his head back from your neck, a nervous, shocked look in his teary eyes.
“I-I,” he whimpered but you finished his sentence for him.
“Could wait for me to be awake so you just greedily buried your cock in me?” you said lowly and teasingly. There was no malice in your voice and you reached up, brushing his hair off of his sweaty forehead to make sure he knew you were only teasing.
His face became coated in that pretty pink color that you loved on him and you wrapped your legs around his hips, making him fill you up completely. Moans fell from both of your lips at the same time and you could feel him already twitching inside you. Letting your eyes sleepily close, you kept your legs hooked around him but let him do the work.
He buried his face into your neck again, whimpering against your skin as he rocked his hips into yours. You let out soft pants every time he hit that spot deep in you, your hand slipping into his hair as you began to coax him to the edge.
“Cum for me, baby boy,” you whispered, his moans just mere squeaks now and his body trembled from the pleasure taking over every inch of him. “You’re doing so good.”
Your words were enough for him, one last weak thrust of his hips and you felt him spilling into you, a long whine stringing from his lips. It was like music to your ears. His hips stayed pressed into yours and he moaned weak “unh”s against your neck, his orgasm making him lose any sense of his shaking body as he put all of his weight on you.
You dropped your legs from around his waist, kissing the side of his head as he slowly came to, his body relaxing from all of the tension. He just nuzzled into your neck more, his hot skin fanning over you and you kept threading your fingers through his hair.
The sun hadn’t even come up yet and you could already feel sleep pulling you back in, your eyes heavy. Michael squirmed around on top of you and you reached down with your free hand, pressing on his lower back.
“Mm, be still baby,” you yawned, turning your face to bury into his hair. The feeling of him still filling you up made your body feel warm and you relished in it. You both always slept well when you were close like this.
Michael mumbled a sleepy “thank you” against your neck and you wrapped your arm around him in response, easily dosing back into another deep sleep.
Summary : You’re unsure why it’s you that he chooses to keep company with.
A/N : This isn’t anything requested, something I know I should be working on. It’s a drabble I need to write. I’ll get back to regular posting soon. Thanks for your patience. ❤
You watch him do what he always does. Playing the room. Over these past few years your Michael Langdon has made it an art. With a flick of his long fingers, a wave of his strong hand, he can manipulate the air in the atmosphere – leaving everyone gasping, clawing at themselves to be set free, something they never knew they needed until he showed up. It’s his nature, he says, his abilities adapting to his own craft.
You don’t disagree, far too enchanted by his growth, his ever-stunning appearances. You might have been his closest confidant since you were both younger, but he never fails to surprise you. Though lately, with his mission coming to full fruition – you’re left in a typically cliche spot. What if the devil doesn’t want you on his playground? You’d been losing more and more of Michael’s attention, especially when he was within the vicinity of the robotic remake of Miriam Mead.
You are starting to doubt if you’d live through all this. Michael might chose Mead, robot or not. It only adds to the stacked list of plaguing pathetic thoughts grating your brain every waking moment.
Not good enough. Too hideous. Simple servant. Why am I still here? Why me? Why anything? Why didn’t I try to die in the blasts?
You used to think you had purpose. That meeting Michael and consoling him was part of that. That putting aside everything you knew, all of your fears, sacrificing your sanity to help him, be with him as he achieved his goal – was your half of destiny. But you had to have been wrong. All so fucking wrong.
You lift your head at hearing him speak, his head tilted as he mutters something to Venable, whose dark plum lips curl into a smirk. His interviews are almost finished, but he roams and converses in between, not using that time to seek you out. Some of the others sneered at you, pitying you his weakling helper. Maybe they’re right. Maybe they can see that you’re so blatantly in love with him that you’ll do whatever he asks, whatever it takes to assure his safety and happiness, and your place at his side?
He’s closer to her now, his fingers flicking at her purple earring. Something he does to you when you wear a piece of jewelry. An act of intimacy you thought rare and sacred. You come to realize you’ve just opened the door to all those monstrous voices, coasting on a black abyss. They wrap their sharp wired flesh around you, punching the air raw from your burning lungs.
You plead out in silence for Michael, hoping your connection still rings. He doesn’t budge, simply pulling Venable to the side. You’re dizzy, that set of shakes starting to step across your organs, twisting your vision into sharp blurs. You won’t embarrass him, you can’t do this here. You need him, but he’s gone, he’s never yours. You’re an idiot.
Your palms double into fists, seizing with the rest of you, that turns on your booted heels, scrambling out of the dining hall, across the parlor, into the stairwell entry of the main room. You ignore the robot, whom you bump into, knuckles slamming down to hold you up as you crawl your way to the landing. It’s all come to a head. Reality of a loss you haven’t had yet, but that looms its searing, contorted face. You ghost past elites, your door zoning far away, making you slam into the wood when you do reach it.
Once you’ve got it open you’re struggling out of your heavy coat, peeling your layers of designer clothing off. You can’t fool anyone. You’re a fucking sheep, a lamb for slaughter even. You’ve let this go on too long. You’ll go.
Leave all these pretty things Michael got you and just disappear, like you should have a long time ago. This place is feeding, sucking your energy off you like a thick leech. Every bad and cruel thing said to you, every dark time, every fuck up, it’s all holding hands with the darkness, the violent panic. Michael isn’t your savior, because you’re nothing to him. You’re not a strong woman he admires, even if he hates.
You are limitlessly invisible.
This notion has you curling your hand around your throat, your other hand smacking over your mouth to stifle your sobs. You begin to sway back and forth, trembling, losing reality. You’re ready to fade into what you are : nothing. Hollow. Forever.
And that’s when one single touch silences the creatures and their vile battle cries against you. Your vision clears through a mess of tears, eyes open and seeing his sparkling blues, slick with moisture that’s escaped down his cheeks. You hate seeing him hurt. What’s happened? You were so lost in your danger that you left him.
Reaching for his face, you cradle it, thumb swiping the water away. He’s shaking his head, as if you truly don’t understand any one thing. You’re confused, letting him lead you to his bed, where he brings you into his lap.
“How could think I’d want that dried up, self-loathing bitch? How could you let yourself hurt for this long and not tell me?”
Did you speak your panic attack out loud? As if Michael can hear you, he shakes his head, lips wet, voice raspy with emotion. “I feel your heart, Y/N. I feel your heart because you are a part of mine, don’t you understand this?” He grips your fingers in his, bringing them to his mouth to run across his face, peppering with feather light kisses that make you ache, a cry pressing past your lips.
“I don’t want any world without you in it. Because I’m not a man without my girl, I’m not truly me if I’m not whole, and I am only able to carry on if you’re breathing right beside me. And if you weren’t, I’d travel to find you, bringing you back to life each fucking time.” He’s nudging your forehead, your body plummeting into a whole new realm.
Your heartbeat stutters, then re-starts, galloping full speed ahead. You watch in slow motion, Michael bending to his knee in front of you, sliding a black box from his dinner jacket, revealing a diamond inside. You begin to bawl, Michael tilting your chin with a stern thumb. “I had the cokeheads make this for you, back before everything began, even before Mead was created. I planned to ask you once our world was truly ready for us, but you need to know that I’ve always intended to be with you now. I want the new world to begin with you, Y/N.”
“Michael, love.” His heart has been yours all this time.
“If I’ve ever needed someone,” Michael breaks, tone cracking, holding you so close. “It’s always been you.”
The demons in your head bow down to their master, silenced. You don’t have to be asked yet, nor do you speak. You let Michael slide that ring onto your finger, both of you collapsing into one another.
just whispering in his ear as you teasingly play with the piercings, “you look all tough with these but ive hardly even touched you and you’re already a whimpering mess.”
(im sorry im jumping this ask forward bc im excited to do it)
Laying on his warm chest, you loved listening to his heartbeat. He’d been your only peace at the outpost, even if he was other peoples hell. Your fingers twirling circles on Michaels muscular stomach, you looked up at his lazy eyes trying hard not to close.
“It’s okay to sleep.” you told him, your fingers playing in blonde loose curls. Tugging them encouraged his sleepy eyes to widen.
“Ouch, you know i’m still half human.” he laughed, pushing your hand away from him. You scrunched you face at him, smiling as you moved your leg to climb on top of him. Taking control, you straddled him, hovering over his lips to tease, your hands roaming his chest, finding their way into his hair. Both hands tangled in his hair on each side of his face, you pulled his head back. He hissed at the pain of you pulling his hair, but you could already feel him hardening as you dominated him.
“You like that, Mikey?” you’re now moving your hips slowly over his growing member, pulling on his hair harder as you hear soft moans coming from his mouth. You removed one of your hands, gripping his chin and pulling it up towards your lips.
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