Michael Langdon headcanon

Young Michael is such a sweet ‘n Soft Boy

His s/o giving him a Hufflepuff scarf as a present, it’s soft and warm and one of his favorite things, he wears it any chance.

Some time later he confesses to you that he’s the antichrist, fear and worry fill him about what you’ll say, even though he truly believes you love him so much, but your reaction is

“Well shit.” You’re not looking at him, starring towards the ground instead, and he gets starts to shake, more worried until you look up at him

“This means I need to Slytherin scarf now instead you sneak.” And he’s so relieved he probably cries, hugging you like your his lifeline because that’s the only concern on the matter.

sub Michael being able to read your thoughts so you sit around as he’s being the Intimidating Antichrist an all, looking completely unsuspecting while thinking in detail about all the nasty thinks you’re going to do to him as soon as this is over, you know he can’t resist listening to your thoughts and is trying to cover the crack in his voice as his arousal gets even harder when you start thinking about how to punish him today

ritualmichael:

making the big and bad antichrist flustered in front of everyone? the humiliation??? sign. me. up.

ok but, soft sub Michael being confused when you’re gently kissing all over his body and so tenderly running your hands along him “what are you doing?” he looks up at you so innocently. you smile, moving up to kiss his jaw and tracing light patterns along his soft tummy “Worshipping you like you deserve” his eyes are blown wide and he lets out a little squeak, you nip his earlobe and he almost cums right then before you even touch his dick, a new level of feeling loved and he revels in it

ritualmichael:

resting your body between his legs, you can tell how easily flustered he is and you gently press your hips to his, feeling how hard he is and loving the sound of his whimpers. you kiss the corner of his mouth, his lips parted from his soft sounds and you ghost your lips over his.

“such a pretty boy,” you whisper, making him blush and jut his hips into yours involuntarily. you knew he would be a wreck soon enough.

when Michael gets all needy and whining you push him against whatever surface is near, face going to the crook of his neck, he holds his breath, expect you to start kissing him until he moans, but instead you bite down, causing him to loudly whine and become even harder than before “Be a good boy” and walk off, leaving him horny and depraved, and ready to beg for that treatment again

thelangdoncooperative:

“Be nice to me,” he whines.

“I’m as nice as you deserve” you say as you turn your attention back to your original task.

I want to trace Michael’s lips. not even sexually (sexually I want him to suck on my fingers with those gorgeous lips before I sit on them) but just laying with Michael after a long day, head turned enough to stare at his gorgeous face and lightly tracing your fingers along his lips before turning his face to look at you, he hums and little and you kiss him gently. or sitting on his lap while he’s busy, not taking his attention away but leaning against him and tracing his lips while he works

ritualmichael:

he would always just gently kiss your fingertips and fight back a cheesy grin every time you did it. it would secretively be one of his favorite things you did.

poor Michael, you run over to comfort him as soon as you see that sad face and hear him mumbling “what did I do wrong?” and hugging him, holding his face and reassuring him no you promise you’re not mad, you were playing, and he doesn’t like the idea of snowball fights, what if he hurts you? what if his powers act up? but he loves making rows of snowmen with you and making them all look different and decorated, and especially when you kiss his rosy cold nose

ritualmichael:

hes so precious i-

ok but, Michael not knowing what a snowball fight is? you and young Michael are standing outside all bundled up, he’s mesmerized, happily staring at the falling snow in awe when you go to surprise him by getting him right in the chest with a snowball, expecting the get him all giddy about it but he just startled, and looks at you with such sad puppy eyes “Why did you do that?” he’s sad and confused, why did you throw something at him? did he make you mad? poor baby so worried

ritualmichael:

STOP THIS HURTS. you would just have to show him how to make a snowball and maybe just throw it back and forth between the two of you until it falls apart when you catch it, making him laugh and get more excited about it ):