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kenobicoffee · 8 months

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Lavender Haze (by @kenobicoffee) a josh x reader fic (18+ MDNI)

A/N: It’s taken forever, but it’s here! Yay! Lemme know what I can do to get better, and leave a comment if you liked it!

Word Count: 3k, ~20 min read

Outline: You and Josh are getting high and watching music videos when you both get a little bit too turned on. Passionate making out leads to Josh asking very politely to eat you out while sitting on the couch as he jerks himself off to completion.

Trigger Tags: cussing, drug use (weed), period sex, oral - f receiving, masturbation, praise kink, sub Josh if you squint

Vibe Tags: romantic, eye contact, the FLUFFiest of smut, goofy ahh shenanigans, heavy musician vibes, lots of foreplay (patience is a virtue) theatrekid!Josh, poetry💕

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“This is officially worse than the blankets,” you said as the soft Tennessee rain pattered away while the last track of an LP faded with a click. Josh sat up from his reclined position on the couch next to you, the warm glow of a lamp forming a halo around his sepia curls.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he retorted, his buzz accentuating the midwestern drawl. He took another lazy drag of the joint you two had been sharing for the evening, and you shifted to look at him. Your gaze fell on the curve of his profile, and as he exhaled, you wondered for the millionth time what angelic painting he’d fallen out of to bring him here. Just seeing him lie there in the light of the evening made that pit in your stomach travel lower and lower, and you had to look away before your mind wandered too far where it shouldn’t go.

“Oh nothing,” you teased, arms crossed, “Just that I’m always cold at two a.m. when I wake up to find Puck has stolen all my blankets.”

It was this kind of banter that made him feel like home to you, like all of human history and art encapsulated his smile.

“How dare you besmirch the name of Mr. Goodfellow?” His voice had a regal air that might have sounded Shakespearian had his eyes not been half shut. “In this house? Blasphemy!”

“Joshua Michael, you are hogging that joint, and you know it.”

You stretched out your hand as he took one last dramatic pull, making sure to look extra innocent as he exhaled.

“I’m sorry mama,” he grinned, murmuring apologetically. “I’ll be good now, I promise. You want me to put another record on?”

“Absolutely not,” you said, “You’ll scratch it like you did the Bon Iver EP.”

He shrugged amiably and reached for the tv remote, “Guess we’ll do it the old fashioned way then.”

After several slow-motion clicks, he managed to open the Youtube app and a lyric visualizer for a psychedelic pop group began to play. You closed your eyes and breathed in deep, your nervous system beginning to level out for the first time in a week. With a heavy exhale, you started to melt into the cushions.

An arm pushed behind your back and around your midsection, and before you could register, Josh had nestled himself under your arm with his head on your chest. Instinctually you played with his curls, running your nails up the nape of his neck to just below his t-shirt collar. He hummed in approval of your light touch.

Soon, a down-tempo r&b tune was playing, and you felt him pick his head up slightly to look at the screen, “Oh shit, I forgot how incredible this music video is.” Your eyes fluttered open, nearly bothered by the interruption of your meditative state.

Colors and bodies flashed in and out of frame, and the characters leaned closer and closer till they were nearly on top of each other. They swayed and clung to each other's waists while a breathy vocalist sang of a need for touch, a desire to be felt. It was the kind of softcore thing you couldn’t quite pull away from, and you could see he was watching intently too.

“I love your algorithms–they don’t make any fucking sense,” you chimed in, hoping your nonchalant tone would hide how much you secretly enjoyed the mood shift.

Without breaking his focus from the screen, he began to run his fingers on your stomach, mirroring your scratches to his head and neck. “I can’t be defined, babydoll,” he responded, his delivery maddeningly vague. “You know the same production team worked on the video for…”

You lent an ear while he spiraled off on a tangent, seemingly unaware of the amount of lust that was building in you simply from hearing him speak. He was intoxicating, and even as blurry as you were, you couldn’t deny how welcome his touch felt. With every pass of his palm further up your torso, you hoped he’d overreach and graze your breast. And why not? You thought to yourself, What’s so different about tonight?

You surreptitiously shifted your body lower beneath him, the devil on your shoulders’ voice becoming almost unbearable. By the third or fourth song your pulse had quickened not insignificantly, and thoughts of him running his hand underneath your shirt to find your hardening nipples there had replaced all fuzzy exhaustion.

You tried to recall why a nagging feeling in the back of your mind kept steering you away, but it was all turning up blank in the thick cloud of dopamine. Still, you knew it couldn’t be nothing, and decided on compromise: One little kiss, that’s all. He’s not even paying attention. And so you brushed the curls away from his forehand and laid a deep kiss there. He was so warm against your lips it felt nearly impossible to break away, but as you did he quickly lifted his gaze to meet yours.

His lips parted softly as if to say something, then all at once they were on yours, moving with grace and hunger as you tugged gently on each other. He sat up straighter, lips never leaving yours as he balanced his weight on top of you. Your hands pressed firmly into his lower back, willing his pelvis to roll against yours, and you felt that same heat starting to build beneath his boxer briefs too.

You wanted to feel him, to hold his slight waist close to yours and run your fingers down his back till his whole body was covered in chills and desire. He broke temporarily from your lips and sighed as you ran your fingers from the nape of his neck all the way down to his tailbone. His chest pressed against yours and anchored you to the moment—two souls sharing a singular fluttering heartbeat.

His solid hands held your back and you reached to hang your arms around his neck. The movement forced him to burrow his nose into the crook of his neck, and he wasted no time peppering the delicate skin there with the same hungry kisses. You could feel the pressure leaving red welts that you’d have to attend to in the morning. Tonight though, they only served as proof of the affection he felt for you too.

He could’ve stayed content to hold you like that forever, but the building heat between you two was so saccharine, you felt you owed it to whatever hedonistic god to indulge yourself. Without hesitating, you slipped the neck of his t-shirt up over his curls and discarded it to the side.

The smile that met you was nothing short of a sunbeam. You could tell he hadn’t been sure what tonight held either, but every time you took initiative like this he knew it gave him permission to worship you like the goddess he always claimed you were.

He pulled himself to a seated position on the ground in front of you. You followed him forward while he settled on his knees, hands running up and down your body. They found the hem of your t-shirt and slipped seamlessly beneath to find your breasts. He held you steady as he rubbed your nipples in small, gentle circles.

You felt your back start to arch slightly at the pressure, and just as your kisses were gaining speed he reached a hand up to your chin and held you there, the other continuing its rhythm on your breast.

“God, you’re perfect in this light,” his words were breathy and sincere, and you wished with everything in you to swallow them whole and feel the light rush out through your pores. He set his lips to your jaw, inching further down your throat till he was nearly below your neckline.

“Help me out?” he breathed between quick kisses, never one to let clothing keep him at bay. You acquiesced immediately, pulling the edge of your t-shirt up over your head and out of mind.

Goosebumps covered your naked form, and you shivered. Noticing them, he paused his procession to run his palms up and down your arms. You grinned at him, jaw trembling slightly, “Sssee? Always making me cold.”

“You’re like poetry.” His voice was deeper now, deeper than you’d heard it in a while. His hazy eyes followed an invisible trail he mapped along your sternum, and the goosebumps multiplied. You saw the notch in his brow furrow as he began searching for something to say.

“I would not paint — a picture —

I'd rather be the One

It's bright impossibility

To dwell — delicious — on —”

Fuck.

“And wonder how the fingers feel

Whose rare — celestial — stir —

Evokes so sweet a torment —

Such sumptuous — Despair —”

“Oh Joshua,” was all you could breathe out in response, your chin jutting forward, crease on your forehead betraying how desperately you needed him. Your cheeks burned as he crashed back into you for a full and hungry kiss, his tongue reaching for more. Feeling your reaction, his hand traveled back down to your waistband.

Finally, like a ghost in the mirror, you recalled why you’d been so hesitant earlier. A millisecond to spare, you shot your hand down and caught his wrist. You could see a dart of panic in his eyes–he was afraid he’d upset you.

“Is this ok?”

“Yeah, yes, It’s just—” more color returned to your cheeks, and the words started to bubble over, “If you take off my pants it’ll get messy: it’s like, day four of my cycle. I totally spaced, baby, I’m sorry.” Your words were exasperated as you mentally kicked yourself for letting your brain fog this badly.

He pulled back to look you in the eye, faux sternness furrowing his brow, “Hey love?” You raised an eyebrow in answer to his sudden shift, “Full transparency: I couldn’t care less if you’re on your period, let alone what day.”

“Are you… are you sure?” Now your own brow was knit, skeptical of his sincerity. It wasn’t that you doubted him, simply that you needed confirmation. Your pulse quickened slightly and you focused your waning attention into his velvet brown eyes, searching for any apprehension he might have hidden for your sake. To your great surprise and relief, you could find none.

“I mean, god knows I’ve come face to face with a bodily fluid or two,” he flashed a devilish grin that spanned his entire face.

You quirked a small grin back, trying to feign indifference even while your heart was beating out of your chest, “Well, sure. I mean… really?”

“Really,” he continued, batting his eyelashes,“Maroon makes my eyes pop.”

“You’re a mess,” you said with a giggle.

“I will be.” He gave your waist a reassuring squeeze as he shifted his weight off his knees. “I’ll wear it like a badge of honor, '' he promised solemnly.

You thought about protesting once more just to check, but before you had a chance, his palms had slipped behind your lower back and he was pulling you towards himself. Your body shifted till you hung just barely off the edge of the couch, his hands effortlessly tugging your sweats and underwear off in a single tug.

“Theeeeere she is,” he exclaimed softly, a low hum building in his tone. With the shift in your weight came an equal one in mentality, and you felt your anxieties start to lift. It had been a while since you’d let him take full control, and the pure indulgence of it all was bringing a fire to your core the likes of which you hadn’t felt in months.

Slow and methodical, he parted your knees, gracing them with the backs of his fingers first, then tenderly running his hands along your thighs as he hummed softly, mostly to himself.

“Mmmm, it's like–what’s the new Hozier song?” He searched his hazy brain for the lyrics while he continued to run his hands along your skin, seemingly unaware of the tizzy he’d put you in. “I’d tell them put me back in, coach! Yeah, that’s the one…”

He tittered on as if speaking from an entirely different point of view, his words seemingly unaware of his thumb which was rubbing itself up and down your inner thigh. He swooped ever closer to your clit until he graciously pressed there in gentle circles.

“Take me to church!” He crooned, a lopsided grin washing over his face before bending to land soft kisses on each thigh. With a final glance up at you and the ghost of smirk that suggested he might be more coherent than he was letting on, his lips graciously smoothed over your sensitive clit. His tongue licked up your vulva to encompass all of you in smooth, wet pleasure.

“Oh god,'' you tried not to shout, although the work he’d done up to this point made you feel nearly ready to burst in record-time.

“Mhmm” he murmured into you. You could feel his lips smiling: he loved talking you through your pleasure. The rumblings always went straight through your center like electricity and gave you the deepest orgasms, which in turn fueled his.

He continued his sucking and tonguing, sometimes soft and light, then all at once more firm and deliberate. His lips were like waves crashing again and again to a steady unheard beat. As you found a common tempo your breath deepened with every exhale, and you released a sigh of your own. The melody, though quiet at first, shortly matched his in pitch and intensity.

He’d hum and you’d moan an echo to him, signaling your bliss in an ebb and flow of sounds shared between you; a language only you two could understand. His murmuring became groans and gasps as he came up for air, the temperature difference shocking your soaking cunt and exciting you even more. With each wave you ran your fingers through his curls, guiding his nose to press into you at the perfect angle, eliciting delicious moans which spurred the two of you on even more.

He clung to your hips as you began to roll yours into him, and he pressed his tongue greedily inside you, sending you dangerously close to the edge. “Baby, you’re doing so, so good, it might be soon,” you warned as you cupped his cheek in one hand, the other still pressing behind his neck to hold him in place.

He groaned and broke away with a smack, eyes half shut with the pleasureful haze filling both of your minds. “Hold on mama, I’ll get you there, I promise. Just gotta get these off,” he said, running his right palm down your calf to his boxer briefs. He hooked his thumb under the band at his waist while the other hand stayed anchored firmly on your knee.

The brief pause had pulled your mind temporarily out of the clouds, and you looked down to see that the arc of his cock was indeed reaching a fever pitch too strong to be ignored any longer.

“Oh god, baby I- I’m sorry I wasn’t even thinking, let m–” but as you went to sit forward the hand planted on your knee jumped up to your abdomen, pressing you back into the couch with a soft thud.

“Why are you saying sorry?” He stared directly into your eyes and continued pulling his boxer briefs off slow and deliberately. The question was as much a command to relax as it was an invitation to watch.

“If I needed your help, believe me baby, I’d ask.” His hand was on his cock now, already wet with so much precum, and the stare he was attempting faltered slightly as his fingers graced the tip.

“I’m not above begging–you know that,” he said, his voice gruff, erring a half step lower every time he reached the base of his cock. You felt your breath hitch, eyes flitting between his beautiful stare and his hand that continued stroking up and down.

“I bet you’d like that a lot, wouldn’t you?” His tone was darker, fueled by the eye contact, when suddenly—“Sicko!” he cried, his character voice nearly making you choke. You both erupted into bubbling laughter, and you shook your head slightly, brushing a rogue curl out of his eyes–He lets the intrusive thoughts win every time.

“Oh my god. Babe, you’re literally eating me out on my period,” you responded, dropping your hand firmly on the scruff of his neck again. He jumped slightly with the force of your grasp, and you could see his cock twitch the slightest bit more. You leaned in to match his energy, and with the darkest voice you could muster, confessed, “the sicko is you, darling.”

“Oh, right,” he said, a hazy smile floating back onto his face. His eyes closed as he lowered back down, “Right… fair point.”

His lips returned to your cunt, the promise of sweet release spurring him on to the finale. His movement was steady but desperate, and the smooth and consistent wake of your hips was shortly replaced by a more sporadic, forceful tide that pushed into him with vigor. He took it in stride, moaning as his own wake of pleasure began building in him.

You could tell he was moving his own hips at a quicken pace, as if imagining his cock was pushing deep inside you while he lapped at your drenched center. He spread his knees further apart, arching his back in order to bring himself closer to orgasm. His body was practically writhing underneath you, just the taste of you bringing him closer and closer.

The image of him completely at your mercy made every neuron in your brain fire simultaneously, and you moaned with a finality that let him know it was time.

Without warning his lips moved to encircle only your clit, and the focused sucking there sent you so dangerously close you nearly sobbed as you cried out, “Baby, come with me–on me, please.”

With a final cry you felt him oblige you, and he let out a long moan as you found yourself crashing into your orgasm. The release sent fireworks to your psyche, and he let you take over with your fingers the way you liked in the midst of it. He stood and watched you writhing with all the pleasure he’d given you, and with a final groan he joined you in ecstasy.

His head thrown back, he pumped himself onto your pussy, his mess joining your own and adding to the pleasure you were currently riding yourself through. Placing his free hand to your side, he knelt down closer and rubbed the sensitive head of his dripping cock in the folds of your vulva, spreading around his cum till both your sensitivities had become nearly too much to handle. Even then, he continued rubbing the shaft of his cock on your throbbing cunt till you gasped slightly from over stimulation.

His forehead met yours wordlessly, and you stayed there for a moment, breathing heavy from exertion. He sighed as he let his body flop down next to you, temples still touching. You ran your fingers up and down his arms, body still stuttering in the afterglow. The exhaustion was setting in, and you had to force yourself to open your eyelids to look at him–you needed to kiss him one more time before you fell asleep. He too had his eyes closed, a bleary smile playing across his face as if he were replaying pictures of you in his mind. You kissed him softly on his nose, still slightly wet and rosy, and his eyes fluttered open. As your pulses returned to their normal pace, he grabbed a blanket to clean you both up.

“We can wash it,” he said reassuringly, noticing your slightly reluctant side eye. Blanket in tow, he cupped his hand gently around your pussy and worked softly to make you feel as clean as possible. Once he was satisfied with his work, he tossed the blanket away to pull you in closer.

“You are entirely too good to me,” you whispered, the siren song of sleep finally taking its toll.

“You are entirely too good, momma,” he whispered back, and you both slipped away as the rain sang you into the deep blue.

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circusmania · 6 months

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ᓚᘏᗢ MASTERLIST

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ My yeses, maybes and nos: YES: - Platonic/Romantic - F/F & M/M - However, many of my fics will just be gender-neutral reader - Trans reader - Yandere - Angst - Fluff MAYBE: - Smut - Not that I'm uncomfortable with it, I just don't feel like I can write it well enough - F/M - Ehh... there are plenty of straight fanfics, and I'm better at writing F/M & M/M. However, it's not a complete no, so I will write it occasionally. - Sadist - I can write it, just not too intense… Like to the point it's r@p3. NO: - Child x Adult - R@p3 - SA - Weird kinks... (ex: piss kink, scat kink) - Abusive behaviour

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE ABOUT: SCP FOUNDATION: - Scp Foundation in general - Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting - Dr Wondertainment - Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. (MC&D) - Sarkic Cults - Church of the Broken God - The Serpent's Hand ANALOG HORROR: - Mandela Catalogue - Vita Carnis - The Tangi Virus - The SMILE tapes - GEMINI HOME AND ENTERTAINMENT - The Walten Files - Monument Mythos (S: 1, 2 & NIXONVERSE) SLASHERS: - Ghostface (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher) - Norman Bates - Michael Myers - Jason Voorhees - Pennywise (2017) - Billy Lenz - Brahms Heelshire GREEK MYTHOLOGY: - Percy Jackson Fandom - Or Greek Myths in general GENERAL SCENARIOS (Ex: Mafia x Reader or Android x Reader)

Looking forward to writing your requests ♡ !!!

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langdxn · 4 years

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The reader coming to visit F&R!Michael at work and he lets her sit on his lap while he works, and she teases him n stuff which ends with her getting fucked over his desk👀😩

I know this trope has been overdone so much so I’m taking it a little differently... 🖤 (gif credit unknown, sorry!)

Your knock on his office door startled Michael back down to earth from mind-numbing Outpost planning.

“The fuck—who is it?” His call was snappy and seething through gritted teeth, barely lifting his head from his laptop as the door swung open behind him.

The clack of your heels as you paced in made his heart drop.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he sighed softly, rinsing his face in his hands. “I lost track of time.”

“It’s okay,” you cooed, clacking your way toward his seat and draping your arms over his shoulders. “You’re a hard-working man, Mr Langdon.”

“This work isn’t worth missing date night with my beautiful wife,” Michael groaned, holding your hand as it flowed over his collar and planting a kiss to your soft fingers. “I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“How about now?”

Your hands snaked down his chest, trailing teasingly over the buttons on his crisp black shirt.

“I—I’m just trying to finish this one thi—“

“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart.” Sauntering around his chair, you towered over Michael before sinking into his lap, crossing your legs and settling comfortably. His palms rested on your thighs only to discover they were bare, his fingers brushing over your skin to meet the rising hem of your coat.

“You’re... you’re wearing...”

“Nothing under the coat, darling,” you confirmed with a grin dancing in the curl of your lips, leaning forward to peruse his laptop screen. “Now what were you getting on with before I so rudely interrupted you?”

“Haha, seriously?” Michael snorted dismissively, playfully slapping his hand on your leg. “The fuck am I supposed to work now?”

“Easy, just carry on as if I’m not here.” Looping an arm around his neck and leaning out of his way, you gazed at Michael hoping he would return to his concentrating pose, the Antichrist edition of the Thinker with his chin resting on his fist.

Instead, Michael cocked an eyebrow at you and pouted gently.

“You’re the devil,” he scoffed, agonisingly prizing his hands from your thigh and slamming them to his keyboard.

“The devil’s wife,” you corrected him obediently before dipping into his chest and pressing your cheek to the nape of his neck.

Michael succeeded in signing off two strongly-worded emails before you not-so-innocently shuffled your thighs on his lap, fidgeting softly and letting a sigh tumble from your lips. In return, Michael growled under his breath and cleared his throat.

“That didn’t take you long, princess,” he murmured, typing away the urge to break his concentration.

“What didn’t?” Your coy tone wasn’t fooling either of you but it afforded you another chance before his self control shattered.

“Baby, please...”

This time, you waited on another sternly-tapped email and a call to an Outpost construction manager before trying your luck again.

“Baby,” you cooed lightly, ghosting your fingertips down Michael’s shirt and resting them atop his belt buckle, tapping away impatiently at the metallic obstacle standing in the way of your perfectly-planned seduction. “What would you say to a scheduled work break in, say, one minute?”

You could practically hear Michael’s eyes rolling into his head as you tucked your finger beneath his obstructive pants, his hips weakly bucking into your touch.

“That’s it, Mrs Langdon, stand up.”

“Yes sir,” you complied almost too easily, immediately leaping to your feet. As Michael rose to meet you, he twirled his finger to gesture you to spin on your heels.

“You know what this means, don’t you princess?” Michael’s honeyed tone poured into your ear as he gathered your hair and brushed your locks over one shoulder, leaning in to pepper butterfly kisses into your neck while his hands laid waste to your coat, pooling at your feet.

“Yes, sir,” you fawned, melting into his tender touches knowing full well they’d soon turn into vicious grasps, white knuckles clenched around your throat and livid welts blooming across your backside.

“Lay down on the desk for me, baby girl.”

You obliged, resting your cheek against the cool glass of the table. In sure and certain knowledge of his next move, you linked your hands together and held them behind your back, expecting Michael to wrap his belt around them in a flash.

“Good girl,” he cooed.

The clanking of his buckle sounded softer than usual, slower, tentative. The whoosh of his dress pants tumbling to his feet sounded graceful, delicate, sensual. The hand that rested on your cheek as he lined himself up with your already glistening entrance was gentle, respectful, kind.

Michael’s hips keened towards yours ever so slowly, dipping his tip between your folds at a glacial, teasing pace and bottoming out so gently that you cried out weakly.

“Mi... Michael, why aren’t you—“

“Fucking your brains out?” He finished your sentence with confidence, punctuating with a smooth glide of his length almost all the way out of you, leaving only his tip lightly kissing your core.

Michael leaned down to press his chest flat against your spine, his teasing breaths ghosting over your exposed neck.

“Because that’s exactly what you wanted me to do,” he whispered, curling his hips to pour his shaft inside you even slower. “You teased me gently, so I’m returning the favour.”

“Michael, please...”

“‘Please’ didn’t work for me earlier, sweetheart,” Michael growled lowly, lips spreading into a smile against your skin as he drew his hips back and softly entered you again. Squirming meekly beneath him, your back arched wildly into his tender motions begging for more friction.

“So you’re going to lay there like a good girl and let me make up for that missed date.”

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codyfernmorelikedaddyfern · 4 years

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Michael Langdon:

Me:

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ahsbitch · 4 years

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Yes, Mr. Langdon---Fire & Reign!Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 3228

Summary: Reader is F&R!Michael’s assistant, who is always quick to do whatever he asks. Michael wants to see how far she’ll go to do just that.

Warnings: NSFW, lots of swearing, masturbation, Reader gets a facial, bootlicking, degradation, humiliation ish?, some Mean!Michael, but also kinda Soft!Michael at the end bc I’m soft and lonely at heart, that’s all I can think of idk

A/N: Hi I’ve literally never written any AHS stuff before so I apologize if this sucks but I really hope it doesn’t

Being the personal assistant to the Antichrist was definitely not the easiest job in the world.

But when held in comparison to your time in restaurant service, it definitely wasn’t the hardest either.

At least here, you rarely had to deal with obstinate customers. Most people were too frightened of your boss, Mr. Langdon, to yell or be rude in his presence, which you were constantly in, and on the occasion that they were rude or stubborn anyway, he had a tendency to give a little wave of his hand, incinerating them before your very eyes.

No, the rudest and most needy person you typically had to deal with was Mr. Langdon himself.

The rude came and went in waves. He could be cruel, demeaning, downright evil at times. He acted, in short, much like one might expect the Antichrist to. But sometimes, he could be charming, gentle, occasionally even sweet.

The neediness came and went in waves too, although it was more often very subtly present than anything else. Usually he was commanding, powerful, clearly in charge. But sometimes, although still commanding, he could be almost childlike in his confusion and frustration.

He was kind of an asshole, but he wasn’t the worst boss in the world. There was something about him that was compelling, that made you feel a great desire to please him. He was always specific about what he wanted, and you always complied, no matter how out of the box, how insulting, how simple or extreme, how kind or how demeaning. You said yes to everything he asked you.

And he had begun to take great notice of it.

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“Fucking, fuck, dammit to hell, this fucking, son of a bitch!”

You sat at your desk just outside of Michael Langdon’s office, transcribing a giant tome of text as instructed by the Cooperative, and listening to your boss curse loudly at inanimate objects.

You should probably get up, check on him, but you decided that until he reached the point of breaking things-

“Fuck!” He shouted, and then there was a bang and a very, very loud crash.

Yeah, until he started doing stuff like that.

You rose with a shake of your head, knocking sharply on his door three times.

“Come in,” Michael sighed, and as you walked in you took note of the shattered computer against the opposite wall of his desk, turning back to look at your boss with his head laying against said desk, hands gripping at his golden curls.

Dammit, he was frustrated.

Frustrated Michael could be particularly difficult to deal with.

You stood before him, hands folded neatly in front of you, smiling pleasantly even though he wasn’t looking at you yet, “You sounded like you might be in need of assistance, Mr. Langdon. Would you mind fixing your computer?”

He grunted quietly, giving a little swirl of his hand, although he didn’t lift his head, and you stepped out of the way as the technology flew back into place, drifting into its original position.

“Very good. Now, if you don’t mind, could you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m not a child, Y/N,” Michael growled, and you bit your tongue gently to resist the urge to laugh.

Moving to the side of the desk, you smiled to yourself at his little temper tantrum, “Of course not, Mr. Langdon. I am merely at your service.”

“Of course you are,” Sitting up finally, he turned to you, and you were amused to see the pout that sat on his lips, the intimidating man looking suddenly very young, more his own age, “The mouse won’t work.”

“May I?” You didn’t wait for him to agree, already wiggling the mouse once and then moving to the wires of the computer, fiddling with them quickly before sliding the mouse back to Michael, “That should do it.”

“What was wrong with it?” He glanced up at you, voice gruff, although you could hear a hint of curiosity.

You shifted where you stood, trying to mask your discomfort, “Just, uh, just technology stuff.”

“Y/N,” Turning in his chair, Michael pinned you in place with his gaze, and you were unsure whether this was metaphorical pinning or not, with how frozen you felt, “Tell me what was wrong with it.”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” Trying to keep your smile in place rather than let a grimace take you over, you grit your teeth in preparation for him to do something violent, “The mouse wasn’t plugged in all the way. It’s a fairly common issue. Happens all the time.”

You tensed, but to your surprise Michael didn’t yell or break something or curse, like he usually did when he felt a sense of ineptitude. Instead, he laughed, and normally that would’ve scared you even more, but it was such a warm and gentle laugh that you felt yourself relaxing ever so slightly as he spoke, “Of course it was. Tell me, Y/N, is there anything wrong with you?”

Shrugging, you let yourself perch on the edge of his desk with a giggle, “Plenty of things, believe me.”

“Tell me some?”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” Pausing, you mused over your words, testing each on the tip of your tongue before you said it, “Let’s see. My left foot is bigger than my right. I think jealousy is a very ugly emotion, and I hate it, but I have a lot of insecurities, and often find myself jealous of people around me in spite of my best efforts. Um, I read cheesy romance novels in my free time even though the writing usually makes me cringe. When people ask me what type of lipstick I use I always lie because I don’t want anyone else to have lips that look as good as mine. Oh, and even though I exclusively call you Mr. Langdon out loud, I will confess that in my head I usually refer to you as Michael. It’s faster, y’know.”

Chuckling softly once more, Michael nodded, “Those don’t sound too bad, as far as problems go. You’re lucky.”

“I prefer to think of myself as adaptable.”

“Fair enough,” He grinned, but something dangerous glittered behind his eyes, “You can go now, Y/N.”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” You flashed him a small smile before hurrying out of the room.

Michael watched you leave, musing over your words.

How far, he wondered, how far could he go with his wishes, before you gave in, before you said no.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why the hell wouldn’t you say no to anything?

It was beginning to drive Michael crazy, watching the way that you gave in to whatever he asked, even when he was being absurd.

You spent a full day doing all your work in nothing but your underclothes, simply because he asked.

You gave sat on his lap through a whole meeting with other members of the Cooperative, your superiors, simply because he asked.

You let him order you to do tiny things. Hand him pens that were two inches away from his fingertips. Kiss the floor where his chair had been sitting. Adjust the brightness of his computer screen for him only to come back and adjust it to its original brightness approximately two minutes later. Simply because he asked.

What wouldn’t you say yes to?

He was musing over this as he waited for you to return from a coffee run.

There you were, carrying two paper cups, a pleasant smile on your face.

Always that same damn smile.

“I have your hot chocolate, Mr. Langdon,” You set the cup in front of him on the desk, “Thank you again for allowing me to get myself a drink.”

Michael glanced up at you, frowning, “Y/N, I always let you get yourself a drink.”

Shrugging, you raised the cup to your lips and took a sip, “I know you do, Mr. Langdon. But it feels right to thank you. You’re a good boss.”

Maybe not so much, He thought to himself as he twitched his hand, watching you drop the cup almost in slow motion, watching as the lid came off and your drink spilled just a bit onto his lap, just a bit onto his legs, cursing as the rest came splashing down onto his shoes.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You gasped, staring at your now empty hands in shock.

Sneering at you, Michael snapped twice, “Don’t just stand there, Y/N. Clean up your mess.”

“Right, I’m sorry, Mr. Langdon, let me go get-”

“No,” He grabbed your wrist, not allowing you to move away, and you turned back to him in confusion as he continued to tug you closer, “Get onto your knees, open your mouth, and clean up your mess.”

Holy fuck.

Ignoring the way your face burned, you averted your eyes, whispering, “Yes, Mr. Langdon,” As you dropped to your knees.

Where exactly were you meant to go with this?

Michael raised his foot, nudging your chin with it until you looked up and met his gaze, his eyes holding something dark and urgently, compellingly dangerous, “Well? Get to work, Y/N.”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.”

Before you could even think any further, he had touched the toe of his boot to your mouth, pushing gently against your bottom lip until you opened for him.

He was a remarkably clean person, and beyond the taste of your coffee even the shoes themselves didn’t taste particularly bad.

Probably because they cost more than your apartment.

You moved slowly at first, but as Michael brought his hands down to wind tightly through your hair, you sped up. You lapped at the droplets of coffee, over the grooves of his laces and up to the sharp, pointed toe of the boot, and when you were done with one you switched to the other. He gripped your hair tightly, guiding your head, forcing you to bob up and down as you cleaned his shoe, and you wondered vacantly to yourself if he did the same thing while he was getting a blowjob.

Probably.

“Good girl,” He praised as you worked, his voice softer than you expected, and even Michael seemed surprised as he cleared his throat, his tone becoming darker, “You’re not bad at this. Do you do this often?”

Pausing your ministrations briefly, you shook you head, “No, Mr. Langdon.”

You were back at it immediately, feeling him tug at your head.

Michael was trying hard to sound intimidating, and of course he did, he always did, but there was something shockingly gentle behind his voice even as he growled, “Good. I should be your first priority. Tell me, do you enjoy this?”

You had finished against his shoes, pulling away, and he released your head as he examined them, smirking at your heavy breathing, at the way you panted your answer, “Would you, uh, do you want me to enjoy this, Mr. Langdon?”

Narrowing his eyes, a frown etched across his face, “What? I mean, no. No, I don’t want you to.”

“Then I don’t,” You shrugged, rocking backwards.

Fuck, you were going to kill him.

“What if I wanted you to?”

“Then I would.”

Clearing his throat again, Michael stared at you for a moment before patting his thigh, “There’s coffee on my pants, as well. You’ll need to take care of that, too.”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.”

He didn’t touch you this time, instead bringing his hands up, reclining further back in his chair and resting his head against his palms as he watched you.

Starting at the cuff, you stroked your tongue up his pant leg, pressing absentminded kisses occasionally as you went. By the time you’d reached the tops of his thighs, Michael was straining forward ever so slightly, dragging the chair closer to you with one ankle hooked around his desk, and then meeting up with his other ankle to lock behind your back.

You took the hint, mouthing along the outline of his cock.

Holy shit, he was huge, and you hadn’t even seen it unconstrained.

He hissed, quietly, his hips bucking forward as you licked your way up to his zipper, clamping your teeth onto it and tugging down without much thought.

“Stop,” He said firmly, almost laughing as you scrambled back, “Don’t be greedy.”

“Sorry, Mr. Langdon,” You dropped your gaze and licked your lips, tasting the remains of your coffee.

“Is this...” Trailing off in thought, Michael guided your face upwards once more, forcing you to make eye contact with him, “Is this embarrassing for you, Y/N?”

“Do you want it to be embarrassing for me?”

“Stop that,” He snapped, his grip on your chin tightening, “Stop bullshitting me. Give me a real answer. Truthfully, is this embarrassing for you?”

Tapping your fingers along your thighs, musing over your answer a moment, “Truthfully? Of course it is. A lot of the things you have me do, especially lately, I find humiliating.”

There it was. Now would you finally give in, finally reject a request?

He didn’t say anything, just reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock.

Neither of you spoke, staring at each other instead, and hesitantly you reached for it, flinching as Michael slapped your hand away just as you brushed your fingers against him.

“I told you not to be greedy.”

“Sorry, Mr. Langdon.”

After a moment more, Michael nodded, wrapping his own fist around his cock and beginning to pump it. You watched in fascination as moved, at the way his long fingers wrapped around his thick, long, perfect cock.

“Y/N,” Snapping you out of your daze, Michael paused to spit into his hand, moving rubbing along the head of his dick before returning to his former position, “I want to jerk off onto your face. I want you to sit there, and watch me, and I want to finish on your face, and when I’m done, I want you to thank me, and I want you to leave it there. Leave it for the rest of the day, so everyone can see how desperate you are to please me.”

Surely, surely you would say no to this.

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.”

A growl made its way out of his throat before he could stop it, and he sped up his pace as he watched you fold your hands in your lap, adjusting your knees a little, staring up at him through your fluttering lashes.

Snarling, Michael grunted, “You’re pathetic, do you know that?”

Did he want you to answer?

“Keep your pretty little whore mouth shut, got it?” He spoke like he could read your mind, and you decided he probably could as you clamped your teeth shut, nodding quickly as he continued, “Fuck. You’d do anything I asked you to, huh? If I told you to kill someone, you’d do it without question, wouldn’t you? Hell, you’d kill yourself without question, if I asked you to. I think you like feeling humiliated. I think that your pussy gets wetter and wetter every time I tell you what to do. I- shit- I’m your fucking boss, and you’re on your knees for me before I can even finish telling you that’s where you need to be. It’s absurd. You probably want me to fuck you right now. You’re probably wishing I would let you open your mouth so you can swallow me down, you’re so desperate to get a taste of me.”

He was getting closer to finishing, you could tell, his rhythm getting faster and faster, his words becoming more sharply articulated.

Michael kept going, almost like he was talking himself into cumming, “You can’t wait for me to finish, can you? You can’t wait to feel completely possessed by me, like I’ve somehow claimed you. You can’t wait for everyone who you see to stare at you, full of disgust and confusion. You want it, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon,” You nodded, shutting your eyes as he let out a low, shaky groan, his warm cum coating your face.

Fucking hell.

You opened your eyes slowly, carefully, unsure of whether or not you should move. You watched as Michael stuffed himself back into his pants, zipping them quickly, and then he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it out to you.

You didn’t take it but blinked up at him, staring, “I, um, I thought you said to leave it.”

Clicking his tongued, Michael started wiping your face himself, his touch incredibly light, “I thought you’d say no. Tell me to stop. Maybe report me to HR.”

You flicked your eyebrow up, an amused smile settling on your lips, “Do we have an HR for the apocalypse?”

Chuckling mirthlessly, he raised the handkerchief to his mouth and spat lightly, cleaning your face more intently, “You could say no, do you realize that? Why don’t you ever say no to me?”

You closed your eyes as he rubbed across the bridge of your nose, dabbing delicately at your eyelids.

“Have you ever seen The Princess Bride?” You asked, finally, as he moved to your hairline.

His brow furrowed in confusion, “I, uh, no? No, I’ve never seen it.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” His hand moved to your cheek and you leaned into it before you could stop yourself, humming as his thumb moved to run across your skin, “You should watch it sometime. Before you do the whole ending the world thing and kill me and pretty much everyone else in the world and inevitably ruin Netflix. Forget about that. Let’s just say it’s because I’m afraid of you, yeah? You scare me, so I do whatever you say.”

Hesitating for just a moment, Michael pulled his hand away, eyes closed, frowning, “Is that what The Princess Bride is about? Being afraid of your boss?”

You laughed before you could stop yourself, and you found yourself wishing that he would touch your face again, although you didn’t dare say so, “Not quite. Just, uh, forget about The Princess Bride. It doesn’t matter.”

He nodded, folding his handkerchief and slipping it into his pocket without opening his eyes, which you found oddly impressive.

You kept waiting for Michael to say something, to look at you, to move, to do anything, but he wasn’t and he didn’t and so you stood, and started to move away.

“Wait,” He spoke finally, and you felt as though you’d been in silence for hours although you knew it must’ve only been a few moments.

“Yes, Mr. Langdon?”

“I’m not going to kill you,” Michael opened his eyes, looking at you carefully, “I mean, the apocalypse. It’s not going to kill you.”

“It’s not? I thought only members of the Cooperative, and the people rich enough to buy a ticket, I thought they were the only ones who were going to make it.”

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, just as he had before, but this time it wasn’t aggressive, wasn’t rough. He was very gentle, his fingers skimming along the veins, pausing to feel your pulse thump against him, “And you. There will be a place for you in the new world, Y/N, I promise you that.”

And then Michael had released your wrist and turned away, and you made your way out the door and back to your own desk with a soft, “Thank you, Mr. Langdon.”

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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The Magic Words Is:

F&R! Michael Langdon+Inscure! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

This suckety suck...

But also I don’t like keeping my things to myself and also... honestly... you have read worse from me, so...

This came up when I was talking with @blakewaterxx and she jokingly said, after I apologized a few too many times that if I kept doing that she would make Michael punish me... and I took it a bit more seriously than I should have...

So here comes this...

Have fun reading it!

Let me know what you think, and I also let’s hope this doesn’t die as my all my fics lately... I am just too done to deal with that right noq!

WARNINGS: Dom-Sub Relationship, Spanking, Punishment, Sexual Themes, Mention of Sexual SItuations, Nudity, Mention of Self-Harm.

It wasn’t that Michael despised that you had this kind of gentleness and frailty to you.

No, he actually enjoyed it.

But he couldn’t tolerate anybody else taking advantage of it.

Aside him, obviously.

It was mostly because it would show some kind of emotion he had defined as weak since it would show your submission to someone else…

… that wasn’t him.

That morning: Jeff and Mutt had tormented you for the entire morning under Michael’s attentive gaze, and although he had wanted to intervene, he couldn’t do much, mostly because you personally didn’t want him to intervene in your work life, but also because he had wanted to see how far this would all go.

To see if you would fight them back.

Through the entire morning you had bended yourself to Jeff and Mutt’s will, the two cokeheads taking extreme advantage of your willingness to please, till it brought you over to the edge of a big psychotic attack, since their coke-burned brain thought that you could much more than it was humanly possible.

But you instead of shutting them off or fighting them off… you had continued on undergoing their humiliations, but worse of all, apologizing for any mistake they made you notice, although half the time it wasn’t your fault, and the other half… you didn’t do it on purpose.

He hated whenever you would apologize with no reason for it.

He desperately had tried to force that attitude away from you, in a calm way, simply trying to make you notice the error of your way, but apparently it wasn’t enough.

He had to use something that would get into your little insecure mind.

He had called you after lunch, making sure that the two cokeheads watched as his arrival accidentally burned their newest stash of purest coke and he made no secret of his link to you.

You never wanted to let your relationship be out in public, so this was a big no against all your rules.

“It wouldn’t be professional” you chanted gently, whenever the argument would be brought up, as he looked at you confused, mostly because he knew how much you liked being taken over the desk at work, but he didn’t dare intervene on such things, preferring to leave you the control of it.

But he had had enough, today.

“Mr Langdon, what did you need me for?” your eyes shone already bright as you closed the door behind you and he settled on his work-chair, preparing yourself to a session of hard sex, knowing all too well that Michael was a man that liked to be pleased at his own orders and commands and who requested extreme discipline.

“(Y/N)” but something broke your mental scenario as you heard him calling you like that.

You usually roleplayed since it was a kink you both shared, mostly if something was going down in the office, but whenever he called by your name not only it meant he wasn’t in the mood to play, but he wanted the true “(Y/N)”, not some doe-eyed and sex-starved secretary as in your shared fantasies.

It also, most of the time, meant trouble.

“Michael” you knew better than to answer with anything other than his name, since it shared some kind of deep intimacy Michael ached for, more than the sex and the thrill.

“… you do realize what you did today, don’t you?”.

You actually didn’t but you also knew that if Michael was using that tone you had done something bad for sure so there was no use in pretending.

“I don’t know, sir, but I am sure that it was something bad” because whenever you were Michael’s “good girl” he wouldn’t have that flaming look.

“Then why don’t we go over your morning?” he replied, mentioning for you to sit onto his lap, something that made you huff a breath of relief, although you knew it wasn’t over.

But the fact that you were allowed to touch Michael was something that made you truly happy, and wouldn’t always be allowed during your punishments, making everything even more hurtful.

“… I came in early as always…” mostly because it would be just you and Michael and more time than not, before he had to give an important discourse, he would love to have a quickie with you, so you had to be there for him… or you might get punished.

(One time you hadn’t been able to come at work because of a terrible stomach flu and hadn’t even been able to raise from the bed to tell the Cooperative that you would be taking a sick day and Michael had strangely surprised you to your apartment.

You had half-expected him to want sex or anything, but he had just explained to you all the research he had done on how to cure stomach flu, parading yourself with an entire pharmacy, and asking whether you felt up to eat something so that he could order someone to cook it for you.

You had tried to excuse your terrible state, but Michael had ignored all your “sorry”s and just pushed you again in bed, gently pushing away your sweat-filled hair from your forehead, meanwhile he cooed you to sleep and relax).

And from that memory you realized what you had done wrong.

“…is this because I said ‘sorry’ too many times?” because Michael had shushed you every time it would happen, mostly when it was about things you couldn’t control, like Jeff and Mutt’s stupidity.

He smirked, but his smile was in no way reassuring.

“Oh, don’t I have a smart girl on my lap?” he praised you and gently leaned down to kiss you, his hand securely lacing though your hair pulling on them lightly, but enough to make you moan in his mouth “… then you’ll know what you get for this”.

You nodded, already trying to make your way to his laps, in order to lay with your tummy flat against his them, but he kept his hold onto your hair tight, keeping you in place.

“… but first I need you to tell me what you did wrong and why it is so wrong”.

His tone was extremely honeyed, and he made sure to look at you in the eyes, another technique that you couldn’t stand, since when he had first met you, you would barely be able to hold his gaze, and although it still embarrassed you, mostly during sex, you had gotten better.

And Michael didn’t mind the little blush on your cheeks.

He actually cherished it.

“I showed no concern for my own physical and mental health, letting those two idiots…” Michael’s grin grew bigger, since before him you wouldn’t have even brought yourself to think even something remotely wrong about your colleagues, but he had influenced you, in some way…

… well it truly showed that he could corrupt even the purest of souls.

“Continue, (Y/N)”.

You trembled at the mention of your name, and he gently pushed a kiss onto your forehead: the stillness in his movement acting as some kind of calm before the storm.

“… and I let them bully me, and most importantly I acted as if it was my fault for every mistake they had done, hence apologizing uselessly and degrading myself to a position that doesn’t belong to me”.

“What is your natural position, lovely?” he asked and grabbed strongly onto your chin, making you face him, feeling the slight warmth of your heated cheeks.

“By your side, on your lap or down on my knees…” you replied, without thinking, something that pleased Michael to his oblivion, since he was rather glad that his pet knew her place “… solely belonging to you”.

“That is a good answer, sweetheart” he mumbled, but his gaze didn’t show any kind of mercy and he didn’t help you in the slightest as you pushed yourself to face the desk, moving your body so that your arms could rest onto it, meanwhile you moved away from Michael’s lap, pushing your toes to meet the ground and stay there.

Then your spread your thighs, although you didn’t dare to remove your skirt.

It was a frilly thing that Michael had gotten you for a day-event you had attended with him.

He hadn’t minded too much about the design or the price the most important thing to him was the easy access of the entire thing, barely needing for Michael to raise it and push your underwear apart to enter you.

…had you worn panties.

Which didn’t happen today.

Michael snickered at your improper condition and gently mouthed a small kiss onto your shoulder, over the silky fabric of your blouse, and then he blew some soothing air in your ear, making you shiver, the perfect occasion for him to remind you to stay still.

“I’ll need you to count…” he whispered in your ear, gently palming your perfect ass, a little lighter than the rest of your body, almost as a proof of your innocence, which he couldn’t wait to taint “… or I’ll lose the count and end up being a bit too rough, understood, lovely?”.

You nodded, but to Michael it wasn’t enough and pulled again on your hair.

“… yes, sir” you mumbled, and he welcomed your obedience with a caress on your lower back, which, although had some kind of calming effect, it didn’t make you less aware of what was going to happen.

“They’ll be fifteen slaps” he explained to you, meanwhile he got the skirt completely out of the way and you gripped onto the edge of his desk “… one for each time you said ‘sorry’, today“.

You rolled your eyes (you were almost thankful that he couldn’t see your face) at the thought that he had actually counted them.

You knew it pissed him off, but you didn’t expect him to get this serious about it, although it all worked in your favor, seeing as you could already feel wetness between your thighs and arousal pool in your stomach, making you quite excited.

You already knew it would have been a tough session, it always happened when you weren’t roleplaying.

But you were ready for it.

You almost ached for it.

“Understood, sir”.

The first slap was always the hardest one, and not because Michael could be vicious, but more because of the surprise effect it always had, not matter the fact that you knew it would be coming.

You swallowed and Michael hung his hand back, waiting for your response which came in a low squeal, mumbling “one” and a “thank you, sir”.

He smirked satisfied and leaned closer to you, who immediately shifted lightly away from him, again for the surprise and anxiety than for the actual hurt, which was soothed by his big hand, gently palming it.

“Good girl…” he mumbled in your ear, before he laid there a kiss, his hair tickling your shoulder.

The praise and the tickling sensation made you giggle, but another slap shushed you, pushing you further away on the desk.

The came an another.

And a fourth one.

Fifth and sixth where were you got used to the feeling, the constant burn of your ass, dulling a bit the following hits, meanwhile wetness kept on dribbling from your cunt

As you went to reach your tenth slap, you were lightly overwhelmed, since Michael had slapped your cunt instead of your ass, on the previous, making you yelp at the pleasurable pain and you were sure that one of your manicured nail had etched itself on his desk, at the sudden wave of pleasure.

You tried to calm your breath but the tenth was too sudden, again hitting your clit and setting it on fire and you screamed more out of instinct than actual thought:

“Yellow”.

Yellow was the color to make Michael slow down and he did, gently pushing himself away from you, meanwhile you took some deep breaths, trying to shift away your focus from your cunt and ass, both aching, but for different reason, hence making you even more confused and overwhelmed.

Michael brushed some strands of hair away from your face and solely in that moment you realized they were drenched with sweat, and your bottom lip being not only swollen from your compulsive biting, but also wet due to the saliva that had gotten on it.

“Was it too much” he asked, trying to keep his tone even and neutral.

He wanted to seem distanced, as he always did when you would either say your safe-word.

He thought that he could pretend he didn’t care, but you knew all too well he did.

He would hug you a bit too tight after those session, worried that you might run away.

“No, I just need a breather” you commented as soon as you regained your voice, calming yourself from the messy sensations going through your body, trying to focus on regaining control over it, meanwhile Michael gently caressed your back.

“I am ok, you can start again, sir” you commented once you felt comfortable again, gently setting down so that you wouldn’t get stabbed in the stomach by Michael’s laptop onto the desk.

He set himself up behind you, again, but before he went on to carry on the rest of the punishment he pulled you against him and not only you felt his breath against your ear, but you understood that you weren’t the only one affected by this situation, feeling him gently press his hard length against you.

“Do I have to avoid something, (YN)?” again your name meant that he was serious, and you just shook your head, but Michael needed again vocal confirmation.

“No, I am fine” and when he searched your eyes, you added “... seriously”.

At the start of your relationship you had used the harsh sex and the punishments as a way to cope with some awful things that had been going through you, hence it had been extremely painful for you, enough that although you should have safe-worded, you hadn’t.

This had reached a point that broke you internally, and Michael had known it…

… and he had brought you back from it.

He knew that he was supposed to be happy of your broken and corrupted soul, but he had realized that you didn’t deserve it.

And that was the moment he had realized that he loved you.

And would cherish you and protect you to the end of the world.

“… then you have five more, don’t you”.

You nodded your head eagerly, opening your mouth to answer him and he made you close it with a harsh slap, although he avoided your cunt this time, hitting the fullness of your blossom, so the hit was less painful.

The twelfth wasn’t, since he hit were the skin was more red and hurt, and you were sure that his handprint would already show on your ass and they would remain for even the following day.

You didn’t mind it.

The thirteenth was also strong and the fourteenth was slowed only by Michael’s own hand hurting, and it stilled on your ass, slowly moving to cup your cunt, making you gasp lowly and you closed your eyes at the sudden sensation of pleasure, already ready for the fifteenth slap to end this torment.

Would you have to beg Michael for the sweet release, or would he have given it to you as a reward?

“Sometimes I wonder whether I am truly punishing or indulging your little flaws” he mumbled, against your ear.

You could feel his hand being left in the air, halfway through meeting your ass, and you closed your eyes, squeezing them together, already ready for the pain.

But the fifteenth slap was a simple pat on your ass.

Which didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt, since your ass was irritated and swollen, but wasn’t what you expected, showing you a softness which was unusual with Michael, but you knew he held just for you.

It was what had brought you back after you had been thoroughly broken.

Michael wasn’t careful with you as a china-doll but he surely knew better than you your body.

“… but I also can’t deny that this has some kind of allure to me too” he said as he cupped your cunt and collected some wetness from there, swiftly turning you around and pushing you onto the desk, his laptop effectively burying and marking your back, but you didn’t care.

Not as Michael tasted you as if you were his favorite meal, gently swirling his tongue around his finger in a show of tongue that almost got impressed in your mind, and made you ignore his question.

This time a light tap was delivered to your thigh making you bite down onto your tongue and Michael sent you a harsh glare, although he did repeat what he asked of you.

“Why did I punish you pet?”.

“Because I put my health to risk, undervaluing myself” you knew it.

It was hard to fight that sense when you just felt so damn insecure all the time.

But slowly Michael was making it all better.

“It wasn’t you who was bad, was it?” he mumbled, gently pushing his fingers away from your thighs, moving onto your inner thighs, meanwhile he came closer enveloping you gently, being careful to avoid brushing your ass.

“No, it wasn’t me who was bad, it was my actions that were bad”.

“… and bad actions always have consequences” he finished softly, before he suddenly sank to his knees, between your thighs, a truly magical sight “… but good ones do also have some consequences. Are you ready pet for your reward?”.

Well this time, all you could say was “thank you”.

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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※ ceo r. sukuna drabble

※ pairing: ryoumen sukuna x f!reader

※ wc: 0.8k

※ warnings: nsfw; mdni; pure, plotless smut; spitting; degradation (use of the words slut/whore/cum bucket); dumbification; clit-slapping; squirting; creampie; mention of throat fucking

CEO Ryoumen Sukuna bending you over his massive oak desk, tossing his tie over his shoulder, and pushing your skirt up over your hips.

The clinking of his belt buckle, the unzipping of his tailored slacks. He shimmies them down to his thick, tattooed thighs, freeing his hard cock and low-hanging balls. His dick is long enough to slap against his navel but doesn’t because it’s too thick and heavy to get out of its own way.

You wiggle your naked bottom for him as he slowly and carefully lets a glob of his spit fall onto the dark, shiny tip of his cock. He strokes himself a few times, the lewd sound of his saliva squishing around the tip just before he shoves it into your puckering pussy.

You throw your hands over your mouth to muffle your whimpers and moans. Gods forbid his secretary, who is sitting just outside his huge office doors, were to find out that her boss is burying himself balls deep inside your weeping cunt.

His large hand reaches around, his thick fingers finding your throbbing clit and drawing little circles against it. His expensive Michael Kors watch digging into your tingling skin while he fucks into you slow and hard, deliberate and rough.

He lifts one of your legs, bending and holding it around his thigh, his metal belt buckle cold and hard against your warm, soft flesh. He leans forward, pressing your exposed tits harder against his desk. Your hard nipples drag back and forth over the cool surface in time with his quickening thrusts.

A deep groan vibrates in Sukuna’s throat, holding your clit between his well-manicured fingertips. He pinches and squeezes your wet, swollen bud, sending a cocktail of pain and pleasure shooting through your tightening core. Every slam of his naked hips against your jiggling ass pushes you closer and closer to the precipice of rapture.

With your hand still covering your mouth you look over your shoulder at him with watering eyes. “S’kuna…god you’re gonna make me cum…” you whine through the spaces between your fingers.

“Did I say you could fucking look at me?” He sneers down at you, small pieces of his soft pink hair wet and sticking to his furrowed brow. “Keep your pretty fucking head down while I’m fucking you, slut.”

You close your eyes again and put your head back down. Sukuna put a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you down, his fingers working your clit over more feverishly now.

“Nnnnh…S’kuna…”

He can tell by your whiny voice and the way your desperate pussy is sucking harder on his fat cock that you’re about cum.

“Quiet damn it. Keep your fucking voice down.”

Still assaulting your clit with one hand, he uses the other to cover your pretty mouth. He looks down and sees the way your eyes cross like the dumb, cum-thirsty whore you are while you drool into his hand.

Your eyes roll back as your cunt begins to spasm around Sukuna’s masterful girth. He pulls out and paddles your clit with the broad surface of his wet, veiny cock until your cum sprays all over his thighs and desk. With his mouth hanging open, he quickly shoves his throbbing dick back inside you, tightening his grip around your mouth to keep your screaming muffled.

"Look at the fucking mess you made." He clicked his tongue. "Filthy." His hips thrash against your ass, beads of your cum running down his muscular thighs as he chases his own end.

For all your attempts to keep quiet, his secretary’s jaw drops when she recognizes the loud, wet clapping noise she hears coming from inside his office. Funny how he always warns you about being quiet, threatening to punish you if you’re too loud when it’s his own violent thrusts that gives your sordid relationship away.

Sukuna’s rutting becomes increasingly shallow and erratic as the searing coil deep inside his balls draws tighter and tighter. “Fuck, m’gonna bust my fucking nut. Fill my dirty - mmmm - my dirty little cum bucket.”

Sukuna’s strong hips slam into you a few more times before the coil finally snaps, sending his hot semen shooting out of his slit and deep into your womb. He growls and grunts as his hips thrust once, then twice more as his balls dump themselves into your used hole.

Sukuna pulls out slowly, watching some of his thick jizz follow the twitching head of his cock and drip from your winking hole onto the hardwood floor beneath you.

He pats your ass, indicating that it’s time for you to put yourself back together and leave. You put your tits back into your blouse and button it up before smoothing your skirt down over your shaky thighs.

Sukuna pulls his slacks back up, tucking his softening, cum-coated cock back inside. “Same time tomorrow.” It’s not a question. It’s an order. “Now get back to work, slut.”

You fix your hair the best you can as you walk towards the double doors of his office. Sukuna, noticing some of his cum running down the back of your bare leg, licks his lips as his semi-soft cock pushes against the inside of his pants.

“Wait.” You turn to see him stroking himself through the fabric of his slacks. “On second thought. Get over here and let me fuck your throat.”

#sukuna my beast 😈#ryoumen #ryomen #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #ryoumen sukuna x f!reader #ryomen sukuna x f!reader #sukuna x f!reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna jjk #sukuna imagine #sukuna drabble #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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kurooisant · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet // michael afton x gn!reader

CW: smut, nsfw, minors dni, 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s an absolute sweetheart, checking if ur okay n if he hurt u in anyway. he will literally smother u with his love after sex. if u want to take a bath then right away he will run a bath for u, but if u just want to sleep then he will clean u up n cuddle with u.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

tbh i can definitely see him liking his hands? idk but this man can do WONDERS lemme tell u, his hands may be rough bc of the hard work he does to repair his father’s creations but he holds u as if u might break in his hands if he’s too harsh. popular headcanon but he loves ur thighs, big, medium or small he doesn’t care he loves them sm. he will fuck ur thighs btw, he finds it hella hot. (also xtra thing if ur afab when he’s eating u out he will push you thighs together while his head is still in-between ur legs, he just loves the feeling.)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he will cum on ur stomach or back

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to cum in u but too scared to ask so he doesn’t also wants to one day try cockwarming ! maybe if he brings u to work with him? but ofc, waaay to scared to ask.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i mean he’s prolly kinda experienced, maybe a few one night stands here n there so he’s not completely clueless. but as he gets to know u he knows how to please u lets just say.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

missionary, he loves seeing ur face while he’s on top n when he’s bottom he loves to see ur face while ur fucking him :) butterfly, he loves ur thighs like i said before, this just makes him feel so fuzzy when he fucks u like this.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

first time with u: it was pretty serious, but there were funny moments here n there.

in general: he thinks that sex is very intimate, so he’s pretty serious about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he cares, but doesn’t shave fully.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s very romantic, he’s very soft with u almost as if ur putty in his hands.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’ll jack off if ur busy or not feeling up to it, or maybe if ur gone for too long. he’d def jerk off during work hours when he’s missing u :)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

can’t think of any rn :( sry

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

bedroom, couch, maybe the kitchen counter(?), basically at home (and maybe at work if u were to go with him one day)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

bro if u wear something that reveals ur thighs, lord he’s hard as a rock.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that could hurt u like impact play or smth

he doesn’t want to hurt u at all

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he likes giving more than receiving, he just wants to make u feel good. istg if u praise this man will go feral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

tbh slow n sensual at first but if u want him to go faster and rougher he’ll do it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesn’t like them but also doesn’t mind them either.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

risks are a big no, but he does like to experiment.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

maybe like 2-4 rounds?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he tried to get toys, but when he walked into an adult store he got super embarrassed and ran out. (modern au xtra: he also tried to buy some online, same thing happened he got embarrassed, shut his computer off and covered his red face with his hand)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i would say he’s pretty fair, time to time he likes to tease.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

oh yea no he’s VERY loud.

loud moans, whimpering, u name it, he just can’t control himself n his moans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

one time he tried to initiate but instead ended up crying bc he was scared of hurting u :(

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

prolly like 6.5-7 inches, girth pretty thick but not too thick if yk what i mean.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s a pretty decent sex drive, but if u have a high sex drive he might not be able to catch up with u.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if he goes for 4 rounds he is falling asleep on the spot, but overall n in general it takes him some time before falling asleep.

#michael afton headcanons #michael afton smut #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #michael afton hcs #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader

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infernwetrust · 3 years

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In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]

Summary: A recent change in your shift allows for you to have lunch with Michael at his brand new dealership.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Swearing. I think that’s about it.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: This idea came to me recently today lol. We all know Michael Langdon isn’t a stranger to a little office sex. I imagined this one with F&R Michael. Thank you for reading! -Juno

Michael walked around his dealership, hands clasped behind his back as he silently studied his employees at work. Not wanting Michael to always stress over his job as the anti-Christ, you convinced him to pursue something else that he was interested in. Why not start a business, he had thought. He decided that he would own a decent sized car lot, divided into 3 sections; luxury, middle-class, and pre-owned vehicles. The business took off well as he constantly won awards throughout the year whether it be for most sales or outstanding customer service.

He could feel the eyes burning into him as he walked passed, from employees and customers alike. He knew he was attractive. He knew that some of his workers wanted to screw him, but he paid their nasty thoughts no mind. He dressed in all black as usual. A black button up shirt that hugged his figure perfectly, tight black jeans, sporting the Michael Kors belt you had gotten him for his birthday, and his favorite pair of black dress shoes to go with it. He never went anywhere without wearing the platinum chain, which proudly displayed his last name, around his neck. That was also a gift from you.

His hands shifted behind his back and his thumb brushed against his wedding band, causing him smile a little bit as he finished walking the floor, returning to his office and taking a seat at his desk. He looked down at the wedding band, reminding himself of the passionate encounter that the two of you had shared a few nights ago.

"Michael..." you whispered against his lips as he lay comfortably between your legs.

"Hmm, my love?" he questioned, his blue eyes meeting yours, his lips not moving an inch away from yours.

"I want you to wear your ring while you make love to me. I want to see it. I want to be reminded of your commitment to me." He smiled against your lips because funny enough, it was something he always thought of too. Normally he would take it off to avoid it flying off his finger due to any sudden hand movements while the two of you got lost in each other.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"I have your weekly sales report, Mr. Langdon." his lovely Ms. Mead said, walking into his office and gently placing the folder on his desk. He smiled warmly at her, taking a bite of his now cold bagel before moving the folder closer to him. It was only right that he made her head of the financials. She was so good with numbers and always had Michael's files correctly placed together.

"Now you know you don't have to call me that." he said to her. "Michael, Mike, even son, works just fine for me."

"I know." she said. "But we're in your place of business, my dear. I will always address you with respect."

"You're too good to me, you know that?" All she could do was smile. "Took care of me when no one else would, never left my side, always provided for me. I won't ever be able to thank you enough." She was going to say something else when Michael's front desk receptionist walked into his office, his shirt drenched in coffee.

"Jeremy what the fuck happened to you?"Michael questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as one of his first impression's of his establishment was now completely a mess. "You can't fucking greet people like that. What type of business do you think I'm running here?"

"There's a woman, in the lobby." he began, out of breath. "She keeps demanding that I direct you to her office and that she's your wife. I think she's crazy, but I tried letting her know that you're a very busy man and that she'd have to call in advance to meet with you, but she wouldn't take no for an answer." A smile crept its way across Michael's face as he snapped his fingers, restoring Jeremy's outfit back to its original state. Yup. That was you.

"Yeah, that sounds like my wife." Michael said, grinning alongside Ms. Mead. "Perhaps you should of listened to her the first time."

"But sir, I was just trying to-,"

"Ah ah. I've heard enough. Walk her back here and make sure you get nothing else thrown on you for the rest of the day or your fired. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir." Jeremy said lowly, turning to exit Michael's office and get you.

"These fucking new hires, huh?" Michael questioned, looking at Ms. Mead.

"You let Jeff and Mutt do the hiring when you really should pass that job along to Gallant. He would make sure the right people were working here."

"That he would. That he would..." Michael agreed, rubbing underneath his chin. And then you walked into the room. With a recent shift change, you now got off at 2PM, which means you were able to meet Michael for his lunches that he took at 2:30. He stared at you, smiling devilishly, running his fingers across his bottom lip.

"You're lucky I don't fire you my fucking self." you said to Jeremy as he escorted you in.

"My apologies, Mrs. Langdon." he said, with his head low.

"Yeah, whatever. You can get out now." He wasted no time, quickly leaving the room, accidentally bumping into the side of the door, causing the 3 of you to giggle. "Ugh, Michael, don't tell me you're still chewing on that bagel I sent you to work with." You walked over to his desk, engulfing Ms. Mead into a tight hug, which she gladly returned before planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I'll leave you two, to it." she said, giving Michael a nod before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Why so bossy today?" Michael questioned, sitting up in his chair and resting his hands on his desk, admiring your unique figure.

"Between work today and your stupid front desk agent, I'm just ready to eat lunch with you and for you to come home."

"It was that bad today?"

"If I could throw my computer out of the window with no consequences, I would." Michael chuckled, grabbing his bag of Panera Bread. You knew his favorite. Turkey Bacon Bravo, with avocado, extra, extra, avocado. Cheddar Broccoli soup and a Coke.

"You and me both, my Queen." Michael grabbed a remote, the one that control the shades in his office. He lowered them, half way, just so that no one walking by would be able to peak in at the two of you. "Staying with me until I get off at 5 or do you just want to take my car and go home and then come back for me?”

"You know I am. I've missed you terribly today."

"Is that why my front desk boy ended up covered in coffee?" The two of you looked at each other with a grin. "A temper just like mine. Mrs. Langdon, I love it, just as much as I love you."

"I love you too." you responded. "My temper is how I keep things in order."

"Mmmm." Michael hummed. "Tell me about it."

After lunch, Michael returned to his duties, going over his sales reports, moving things where they needed to go, and sending out emails and reminders. You loved watching him work. You loved how fast his fingers moved a crossed the keys and how his gaze never broke away from the task at hand. You were mainly focused on his outfit choice for today. You had no idea he would be leaving the house in an outfit that pointed out ALL of his features. Though he was soft, you could still see the full outline of his length through his jeans when he sat down. His chest, outlined against his shirt perfectly, you could just make out his nipples. The size of Michael's thighs drove you insane, that you couldn't help but come over in the chair you were sitting in and start rubbing them.

His focus still didn't break and while you knew he preferred to stay focused on his work, today it didn't seem like he cared. He allowed you to rub his thigh, his breathing slightly increasing as he typed up a inventory report. When he paused for a moment, wanting to crack his knuckles, you took the opportunity to spin his chair around so that it was facing you. The both of you immediately made eye contact, but no words were spoken. You could read his face and he could read yours. You were both on on the same page. He grabbed another remote, this time the stereo remote, turning it on, leaving the music at a reasonable volume.

Your hands were already fumbling with his belt as you got it unclasped. You quickly unbuttoned his jeans, Michael kicking off his shoes and moving them to the side. You pulled them down, bringing his boxers down with his, revealing his semi-hard cock. And all you did was touch him. You knew how much Michael craved you, both intimately and non-intimately. He was weak underneath your touch most of the time. You got on your knees in front of him, hands on his thighs as you slowly took him into your mouth. He let out a Godly sigh, leaning his head back as you got to work on him.

"Ssssh." you said, popping him out of your mouth. "It seems to be a busy day for you. You don't want your customers to know what's going on behind your office doors do you?"

"And what if I do?" Michael questioned, his cock twitching from missing your mouth.

"Well let's pretend you don't. No noises. Can you do that for me, daddy?" Michael's jaw clenched at the name and he bit his lip slightly. Silent Michael was sight to see. While extremely audible Michael was one of your favorites, nothing beat looking up at him and watching as he expressed his pleasure with his face and body.

You took him back into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down on his length. Michael's jaw dropped. He desperately wanted to moan. He wanted you to know how good you were making him feel, but he kept it quiet. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off you. He didn't bother to take it off, his chest and torso for the most part exposed, his chain landing perfectly in the middle of chest. You licked up and down the sides of his shaft, using your hand to stroke circles around his spit glazed tip. The sound of the wetness drove the both of you crazy. Your own arousal soaked through your panties.

Putting him back in your mouth, you sucked on just his tip, using both of your hands to stroke the rest of his length. Looking up at him, he looked so beautiful. He was breathing heavily as he peered back down at you, running his hand through his hair, his hips starting to thrust upwards in your hand to try and match your pace. His foot found its way between your legs and using his big toe, he slowly rubbed it across your clit, causing you to moan lowly around him, the vibrations ripping through him.

You were sucking faster now, moving your hands faster. He gripped both sides of his office chair, before deciding to let them go, wanting his hands wrapped up in your hair instead. You moved your hands, knowing what he was wanting to do. Welcoming it. And you loved watching him do it too. His thrusts in your mouth started off slow and gently, before they became rough and fast. You looked up at Michael again, who was now breathing so rapidly you thought that maybe he could be hyperventilating. You could see him mouthing the word fuck over and over and over.

He stood up abruptly, pulling you up with him before smashing his lips onto yours, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth, the two of you fighting for dominance. He was quick to rid you of your clothes before pulling his shirt all the way off. With a quick wave of his hand, everything that was now on his desk, was on his office sofa, neatly stacked so that he could return to it lately. He picked you up, setting you down on his desk.

"Now can you do the same for me?" he asked, quickly sliding into you, catching you off guard. Sensing your impending loud moan he quickly put a hand over your mouth. "No noises yes? Or I'll stop and we'll have to finish this at home." You nodded against his hand and he slowly moved in and out of you at a rhythmic pace. You pulled him by the back of his neck, closer to you, putting your lips directly against his ear. His hands roamed all over you, squeezing your breasts, playing with your nipples as he gradually increased the pace at which he fucked you. Your hands travelled up and down his back when suddenly he grabbed them, pinning them above your head.

You swore the desk was inching farther and farther away from the area it resided in as he now pounded into you relentlessly and you could help but let out a cry of pleasure, or at least you tried to, but Michael knew you all to well. He used his powers to keep you quiet, your mouth wanting to make noise, but nothing but breaths and pants coming out.

"Poor, girl." Michael said between breaths. "Dishing out challenges you can't even do yourself. Now look, I have to use my powers to keep your mouth shut. Pathetic. You enjoy being my little office toy?" You nodded vigorously. Not only had your shift change allowed you to have lunch with Michael, but it was just the fact that you were now able to spend the rest of his work filled day with him, sex or no sex.

"That's what I thought." he continued, his pounding becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his climax, you not following too far behind. When he let your hands go, they immediately found their way to his hair, giving it a sharp tug to which he inhaled sharply to stop himself from cursing. You grabbed him by his throat, pulling him back down towards you as you neared your orgasm, foreheads pressed against each other with nothing but pure love and lust in the both of your eyes.

You let go first, squirming violently against Michael, who sloppily kissed you following his own release shortly after, breathing and panting loudly in each other's mouths. You both rode out your orgasms until the pleasure was completely gone.

"This shift change is going to be so much fun." Michael said as he rested his face in your neck.

"So much fun, Mr. Langdon. So much fun." you said back.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @theneverendinghunger

#cody fern #american horror story #cody fern imagine #ahs #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader

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brahmscardigan · 3 years

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Please read :)

Hi!! I thought I’d make this and set some rules? guidelines? I dunno what to call it. It’s just some stuff about my writing.

What I write:

X Reader

X GN!Reader

X F!Reader

X M!Reader

X Any!Reader

*Note: All of my stories will be GN! unless it says otherwise in the title. I’m also still very new to writing M!Reader fanfics so I apologise in advance if they aren’t great :)*

Characters I write for:

OG/Peepaw Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan/Trapper

Herman Carter/Doctor

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Philip Ojomo/Wraith

Anna/Huntress

Legion

*Note: This list will change once I’ve watched more movies. I’m still very new to horror films. The three in bold are from Dead By Daylight*

Things I will write:

Fluff

Smut

Plactonic stuff

Comfort stuff

Things I WILL NOT write:

Anything Illegal/Immoral

Intense violence

Ship stuff (such as character x character)

Anything relating to r*pe or SA

Smut?:

i am not that great at writing smut practice makes perfect as they say. But I’ll still write it. I just want to note I might be hesitant writing M!Reader smut simply because I am not a dude lol. But I’ll try my absolute best.

- A :)

#please read #slasherxreader #fanfic writer #fanfic writing

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langdxn · 4 years

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How would different stages of Michael react if the reader accidentally called him “daddy” during sex?

Is there ever such a thing as accidentally calling Michael daddy? 👀

Grunge!Michael freezes in motion, his length nestled halfway inside you when he stares at you quirking an eyebrow. “You mean that?” He grins from ear to ear and leans in to kiss you before it finally hits him, and the power goes straight to his head. He takes hold of your shoulders and flips you over until you’re straddling his waist, slipping his hands down to cradle your hips. He growls like a beast while his eyes roll into the back of his head — “Ride me and call me daddy again, baby girl.”

Hawthorne!Michael is pleasantly surprised you’ve worked out his weakness so quickly, the corner of his lips curls ever so slightly and his eyes narrow as he snaps his hips harder into you, fighting the urge to cum on the spot. “Good girl, and who does this pussy belong to?” You better hope you’re not on top when “daddy” slips off your tongue, otherwise he’s flipping you over and piledriving you into the mattress for the rest of the week, Seven Wonders practice or not.

Sojourn!Michael wasn’t expecting to be quite so turned on by you calling him “daddy”, so he gazes deeply into your eyes, pulling you in for a searing, haunting, lingering kiss. “I love you so much,” he gushes, leaning in to press his chest against yours, maintaining intimate contact with your entire body. It takes him a minute to remember he’s still inside you, so he slowly rocks his hips into yours, languid, curled thrusts that ensure his cock hits your walls in just the right spot. “Say that again for me, baby.”

F&R!Michael doesn’t even miss a beat. “You’re damn right,” he hums as his thrusts become sharp and staccato, reaching to curl his fingers around your throat and applying a dangerous amount of pressure on your airways. He drinks in the ecstasy flickering in your eyes as your blood races to your head, he revels in your gasps for breath and he adores the way your walls flutter around him with every perfectly choreographed whip of his hips. “Now be a good girl for daddy and cum all over my cock.”

The name “daddy” tumbles out while you’re sinking down onto Outpost!Michael’s cock, head thrown back and unravelling on top of him, and it hits him like an instant aphrodisiac. His eyes widen and bleed to black in an instant, his nails scratching fervently down your spine before wandering to knead at your breasts. “That’s my girl,” he purrs softly, breathing in the vision of you melting as you grind onto him. He pulls himself up to wrap his arms around you, holding you flush against him and gently kissing your forehead. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

#michael langdon #Michael Langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagines #grunge!michael #hawthorne!michael #sojourn!michael #fire and reign!michael #f&r!michael #outpost!michael #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader smut

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heavymetalover · 5 years

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last updated 01/10/20

**all posts contain smut**

Xavier Plympton Masterlist:

One Shots:

Strangers In the Night (Xavier x fem reader)

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Michael Langdon Masterlist:

One Shots:

All the Good Girls Go to Hell (F&R!Michael x fem reader)

The Hand That Feeds (Outpost!Michael x fem reader)

Heart-Shaped Box (Sojourn!Michael x fem reader)

Heresy (Hawthorne!Michael x fem reader)

Extended:

> Call Me Daddy (Stepdad!Michael x fem reader) <

PART I // PART II // PART III

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Duncan Shepherd Masterlist:

One Shots:

Coming Down (Duncan x fem reader)

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fckinsupreme · 5 years

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Favors - Fire and Reign!Michael x Reader

Description: You work for Mutt & Jeff at Kineros Robotics. Michael Langdon, the rumored Antichrist, saves you from the constant harassment you face in the workplace. You owe him a favor, and it comes in the form that you least expect.

Word count: 8.3k

Warnings: Oh man, where to begin. Uhhh. Mentions of sexual harassment, unprotected sex, public sex, being recorded, female masturbation, titty fucking, overstimulation, daddy kink, dirty talk, squirting, face slapping, genital slapping (brief), degradation, name calling, humiliation, oral sex (female receiving), it’s basically just fucking filthy, y’all.

A/N: Sorry if anything like this has been done!! Like my last fic, Lesson, I was somewhat inspired to write this after a dream that I had. It was also partly inspired by some anons I’ve been getting, so whoever you are, thank you! I hope y’all like it!

No copyright infringement intended! Any rights belong to proper shareholders and they deserve the ultimate credit.

If you want to skip straight to the Smut Fest, it begins about halfway through!

Credit to @duncan-shepherd for the gif!

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Working at Kineros Robotics hadn’t been your dream job, but you knew that it would have to do for awhile. Despite the fact that you were a fresh college graduate, the company had miraculously accepted you due to the intern experiences you’d racked up during university. Kineros Robotics wasn’t the type of place you imagined you’d be, however. You always saw yourself in an office-type setting, sitting at a desk all day while typing away on a computer. It wasn’t too far from what you were doing here at Kineros, but it was still a far cry from what you’d typically pictured in your mind.

Every morning, you were tasked with bringing coffee to the two bozos you worked under, Mutt and Jeff, and it was something that always filled you with the worst dread imaginable. Almost immediately after you started your job there, the two would harass you every time you brought them coffee or came in for your next assignment. Not in a teasing, banter-type manner, either; it was completely inappropriate, and made you highly uncomfortable. They would comment about the low-cut tops you would wear, how amazing your legs looked in the skirts that you adored, how your hair looked sexy pulled up into a bun or ponytail. On almost every occasion, they would stare you up and down like you were the most appetizing meal they’d ever seen. It made you feel sick to your stomach, every single time. On multiple occasions, you would dip into one of the bathrooms and cry, wishing that you could pull out and find another job elsewhere. You’d tried to find another opportunity, but there were none; no one else would hire someone with so little job experience. You were stuck here for God knew how long, and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

Until the day he came into the picture.

Michael Langdon had been a mysterious figure. From the moment the two of you met, you knew something was strange about him. It was a vibe he gave off; almost dark, repulsive, evil, but also a bit seductive. You couldn’t find it in yourself to stay away, and would actively seek him out when you could. He had been the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on, and you loved admiring him from afar. The way his perfect blond curls fell around his face, the way his brows furrowed when he was focused on something, the way his long, flawless fingers would turn pages of a file he’d been looking at, all made him appear as though he’d stepped out of a Renaissance painting. You couldn’t deny how you fantasized about him, how you wished he would bend you over his desk and fuck you until you were reduced to a speechless, cum-filled mess. Those thoughts always brought you to orgasm at night, lying in your bed with your vibrator or fingers working desperately between your legs. It always filled you with such shame, the fact that you were getting yourself off to your bosses’ new boss. It was the type of shame that made you feel embarrassed for about five minutes, before you were turned on again and wanted to go for round two, or three, or even four. When it came to Michael, you found that you couldn’t be wholly satisfied.

Rumor had it that he was the Antichrist, and that only added more fuel to your lustful fire. You weren’t sure if you actually believed it or not, but Mutt & Jeff seemed thoroughly convinced that he was. You’d overheard them one day, talking about how Michael had destroyed one of their robotic assistants with seemingly-magical flame. It sounded like a bunch of nonsense to your ears, but stranger things had been known to happen--especially with Michael around. Things had a way of mysteriously disappearing, other objects would appear out of thin air or move on their own, and people had quit without just cause. Maybe all of it was purely coincidental, but your intuition told you that it was somehow Michael’s doing. He was definitely pulling the strings around here now--in more ways than one, it seemed.

The two of you barely spoke to each other, until one day when all of that changed.

You’d taken Mutt and Jeff their usual morning coffee, and you’d been wearing a particularly revealing dress that day. The tight red article with the black shawl hadn’t been the best choice to wear to work, especially where two assholes were trying to get into your pants on a daily basis. You hadn’t worn it for them, though. Hell, you didn’t even wear it for yourself. You wore it for Michael, wanting him to finally take proper notice of you and, by some stroke of luck, manifest your desires into reality. But that plan had seemingly backfired when Mutt and Jeff descended upon you like two dogs to a bone, and you sat the coffee down on one of the desks and began to back toward the exit.

“I have to get to work,” you said, but neither of them were listening.

“You can stay for a little while,” Jeff said. “You can watch us work on our latest model. It might be helpful.”

“Yeah,” Mutt chimed in. “We kinda based her on you.”

“I really should--” you began, but you’re cut off by a male voice somewhere behind you.

“That’s enough. Leave her alone.”

You knew that voice; it haunted your every fantasy and every dream. Turning slowly, your eyes widened in shock when you saw Michael standing in the entrance. He didn’t look pleased; instead, he looked disgusted and angry. His eyes were fixated upon the two men, and you swore that you could see fire burning in those baby blues. He finally looked at you, making a come-hither motion with his finger before turning his gaze back to Mutt and Jeff. You scrambled toward him, and he pushed you behind his back in a protective manner. You weren’t sure why, but that very gesture sent a shot of arousal directly between your legs. Your thighs pressed together in a subtle manner, trying to alleviate the dull throb that was settling in your core.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he warned, his tone venomous as he shifted his gaze between the two. “I mean it. You’ll be sorry if I ever witness or hear of it. Do you remember that little robot girlfriend of yours that I destroyed when you first met me? That will be your fate if you continue to act like a couple of assholes.”

Ah, so he did set fire to one of their models. That was all the confirmation you needed to hear on the Antichrist front, and you had to admit to yourself that it was hot. You weren’t quite sure why that was so exciting to you; maybe it was the taboo of it all, maybe it was the fact that evil, or seemingly evil, beings were sexy as hell. All you knew was that you couldn’t take your eyes off of Michael, noticing how even the back of his head was gorgeous. What you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through that perfect head of curls, to tug on them, to feel them tickling your inner thighs as he ate you out…

No. Now was not the time, nor the place, for that type of thinking.

You smiled behind him, the lower half of your face concealed by his shoulder as you observe the other two men. They’re stunned, so much that they can’t even form a proper sentence. They gape at Michael, then at you, before falling completely silent and going back to work in embarrassment. Michael continued to stare them down until he was certain that they got the message, turning to face you with a hard expression. Then, he took you roughly by the arm and practically dragged you from the room.

“What are you doing?” you questioned, your (e/c) eyes trained upon that beautifully chiseled face. “I could have handled that myself.”

He barked a laugh, eyes narrowed slightly as he pulled you against his strong chest. You can’t help but wonder what he’s doing, or why he’s doing it, but then you feel his mouth at your ear. His breath tickles you, and you have to suppress the shudder that’s threatening to ripple down your spine. His teeth tugged your earlobe between his teeth, and you let out a soft, barely audible whine.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking,” he whispered in your ear, his massive hands perched upon your waist. “You’re aroused by what I just did. I’m not surprised; after all, don’t you think of me at night, when you’re all alone in your bed? Touching yourself under your blankets like a common little whore. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You were frozen and absolutely speechless. How did he know about that? Was he spying on you? No, that wasn’t it, and you damn well knew it. He was the Antichrist; you were more than aware of that little fact now. Somehow, being the way he was, he could pick up on your innermost desires and your secrets. You knew that lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere, especially when the truth was glaring him in the face. However, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. You were going to deny it until you were blue in the face, if it meant protecting your precious ego.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

His grip tightened on you, and you swore that you could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against your thigh. “I think you do,” he replied. “I know I’m not crazy, Y/N; I can smell your pussy from here. It’s hot for me, and we both know it. Denial will get you nowhere; acceptance will get that needy little pussy railed until you can’t walk straight for a fucking month.”

Your lips had parted, and you resisted the urge to moan aloud. “You just saved me from two harassers back there,” you said, surprising yourself with how level your voice had been. “What do you think you’re doing right now? Isn’t that the definition of sexual harassment?”

Michael hummed for a moment, then released his hold on you. “Have it your way,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Maybe I was going to fulfill your desires, but since you don’t want me to…”

You whined at the loss of contact, and this brought a smug grin from Michael. “I still don’t know what you mean,” you murmured.

“As I said,” Michael said, tucking his hands behind his back. “Have it your way. You’re welcome for what I did back there, by the way.”

You groaned as you watched him walking away, wondering if you really did just let a good opportunity slip through the cracks. It wouldn’t take long for another one to crop up, however.

***

Three days later, you were trying to adapt to your changed environment at the lab. Mutt and Jeff had finally stopped badgering you, but one of the other women at the facility, Ms. Venable, was still riding your ass about anything she could think of. You hadn’t really noticed how much of a bitch she was toward you before, because you’d been too preoccupied with Mutt & Jeff’s harassment. But now, since they’d started being more respectful toward you, Venable took it upon herself to pick up the slack. Michael had been ignoring you for the most part, since that encounter after he remedied your Mutt & Jeff problem, and you wished he could help you with Venable as well. What you wouldn’t give to watch him put her in her place, to make her submit and ease her mistreatment of you. You knew he was more than capable of it now; you just needed him to catch her in the act, as he did days earlier with the two coked-out idiots.

On that third day, Venable had purposefully knocked her coffee onto the floor, and then blamed you for it as you moved from her desk. You knew that you hadn’t spilled it; for some reason, she’d always had it out for you, and this only proved it even more. You wondered if she was jealous of you, but you couldn’t figure out a reason why. All you knew was that you’d had enough, and you weren’t about to take anymore of her shit--or anyone else’s. Fuck this job, fuck the entire climate in this place, fuck it all. You were done with being treated like either a piece of meat or a doormat, or like you were less than anyone else who worked there. You picked up the now-empty coffee cup and angrily threw it at Venable, which resulted in her shouting in surprise before turning on you with an equally-enraged look in her eyes.

“Wilhemenia,” came Michael’s voice, and your heart began to leap in your chest as you breathed in relief. “You’re being a bad, bad girl.”

Michael strided over to you, giving you a knowing look before his blazing eyes trained upon the other woman. Venable looked horrified by Michael’s presence, and you had to bite back a laugh at her obvious fear. Good; it served her fucking right, always treating you like you were nothing but a mere, incompetent child. Michael took two steps forward, leaning over Venable’s desk so that their noses were practically touching. You could tell, even from where you were standing, that he meant business, and Venable was already trembling in sheer terror.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Michael practically snarled. “You don’t treat her like she’s nothing but dog shit on the bottom of your fucking shoe. You should be grateful that you have such an obedient little bitch working here, yet you’re acting as though you’re the queen around here. I have news for you: You’re actually not. You don’t run things around here, nor are you her boss. Technically, both of those positions fall to me.”

“But she’s--” Venable began, and Michael silenced her by holding up a hand.

“Enough,” he hissed. “You heard me. She technically works for Mutt & Jeff, not for you. They work for me, which makes me her boss as well. If you don’t want to fall in line of your own accord, Ms. Venable, I’ll make sure that you do. Do we understand each other?”

She nodded frantically, and Michael bounced back with a grin. He pointed at you, then looked back at the shaking redhead at the desk. “Apologize.”

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N,” she said, wringing her hands anxiously. “I-It won’t happen again.”

“Make sure that it doesn’t,” you said courageously. “Ever again.”

Michael, now satisfied, moved away from the desk and made his way to you. He took your hand and started guiding you from the area, and you shoot a look over your shoulder at Venable. She was watching the two of you with a stunned expression, and you couldn’t help but feel joyous over what Michael had said to her. Hopefully, that would be the end of her abuse, and you could finally enjoy the peace you were desperately seeking. Michael kept walking until you were both out of sight & earshot, pushing you against the nearest wall in desperation once he was certain the coast was clear.

“You look so good today,” he said, his eyes trailing down to your visible cleavage in the low-cut black top you’d chosen to wear that day. “I could just ravish you against this fucking wall right now.”

A violent shiver cascaded your spine, and you grabbed the back of his neck with a soft whine. You wanted him closer to you, wanted him to take you and make every single fantasy come true right there in the hallway. He started indulging you, his lips finding your neck as your head tilted to the side for better access. He located the sensitive spot on your skin, nipping at it for a moment before sucking harshly. A moan fell from your lips, and you had to bite the lower one to keep yourself quiet. Your hand plunged into his silky hair, twisting your fingers as his lips trailed to your cleavage. His mouth explored every inch of exposed skin, and you felt your panties pooling with even more desire for him.

“Y/N,” he purred, biting the top of one of your breasts. You could feel him smiling against you, and you wondered what he was thinking. “It’s time to get back to work.”

There it was.

He let go of you, adjusting your shirt with the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen on another person. You stared at him, shocked and almost disappointed, as he drew you against him. There was no mistaking it this time; he was hard, and you could feel it bumping your leg. Another throb coursed through your core, and you whimpered needfully. Michael clicked his tongue and then, without warning, he grabbed hold of your pussy and began rubbing it through your pants.

“Tonight,” he whispered as you mewled delightfully, rutting against him for more friction. He let go after a minute, a smile plastered to his full lips. “Stay after closing. Meet me in Venable’s area. Don’t even think about leaving, or not meeting me there as soon as we close. You will be sorry if you disobey. Think of it as owing me a favor, for all I’ve done to help you.”

****

You couldn’t stop thinking about Michael for the remainder of the day. Work had been hell, because you were unable to focus and had to keep starting over on every task. Your mind would always wander to the last thing he’d said to you, and you were curious as to what he meant. Why did he want to meet you where Venable worked? You’d hoped that he was finally going to fuck you, but why would he ask to meet you there, if that was the case? Why not ask to go home with him, or meet him elsewhere outside of the workplace? Unless--

No. That thought was too dirty and too shameful to even entertain.

You counted down the hours until closing, and practically bolted to Venable’s area once everyone else had cleared out. You were surprised to see Michael already waiting with his back to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a brief moment of horror. What if he thought you weren’t coming? Wasn’t he a little early? Was he already planning a punishment for you, because you were a few minutes late? You shook those dreadful thoughts from your head before cleaning your throat, announcing yourself to him. He turned at once, a grin on his lips as he motioned for you to come closer.

“Y/N,” he said. “I was beginning to think you’d left and disobeyed my orders.”

“Sorry,” you murmured, depositing your purse and laptop bag on the floor before making your way to him. “I didn’t think you’d be here yet.”

“I said at closing,” he replied simply, his hands finding your waist as he licked his lips. “Mmm. Such a good girl, following my commands.”

You fought back a whimper, your eyes trained upon his as your lips open. His praise caused your stomach to tighten in arousal, that familiar ache pulsating throughout your entire lower half. “O-Of course I did. You’re my boss, aren’t you?”

“That’s correct,” Michael said, his tone even as his eyes scanned over your cleavage. He nodded toward your chest, drawing back with a calm smile. “Take off your shirt.”

Your brows shot up in surprise, and you blinked rapidly at him. Did you just hear him correctly? Why on Earth would he want you to take off your shirt, in sight of the security camera in the room? You knew he could get into trouble for just touching you as he did, but then you remember who he is. Of course there wouldn’t be consequences for him; how could there be, when he was the Antichrist? He could get away with anything, and you weren’t sure if that thought pissed you off, or turned you on even more.

“Excuse me?” you managed.

“Take off your shirt,” he repeated. “I won’t ask you again. Consider this part one of the favor you owe me.”

You didn’t like the sound of his voice as he uttered those last words. His tone was absolutely lethal, and you know better than to not follow through. Besides, you really wanted to do it, and who were you to deny what you both desired? You grabbed the ends of your black top, pulling it over your head and discarding it to the floor. Your black, lacy bra was revealed to him, your hardening nipples poking through the thin fabric. Michael noticed right away, closing the space between the two of you as he rubbed one between his fingers. You moaned, arching slightly and pressing your thighs together to quell the worsening ache between your legs.

“Naughty girl,” he chided, grabbing one of your bra straps and snapping it against your skin. You yelped in surprise, your hips rolling upward in response. “You wore this for me, didn’t you? You didn’t wear it for those two coke-head assholes; you wore it all for me.”

You could only nod, not caring anymore about your pride. He was right, and you were both more than aware of it. Of course you hadn’t worn it for Mutt or Jeff; you disliked them with every fiber of your being. Something told you that Michael was actually jealous of them, and you felt dizzy with arousal at the very thought. Your breath hitched, his large hands making their way to your back as you anticipated his next move. He caressed the skin there, causing you to gasp at the sensation, before he unhooked your bra. You looked at him, eyes on his as he pulled the bra from your arms and threw it aside.

“Perfect,” he murmured as he studied your bare breasts, his hands beginning to toy with them. “Do you know what I’d like to do to them?”

“Suck on them?” you asked, a (b/c) brow raised. “That’s what most men like, anyway.”

His jaw was hard-set as you spoke, and you shivered under his gaze. “No. While that idea is very nice and very tempting, I had something else in mind.”

He jerked a thumb toward Venable’s desk, and you studied him in confusion. He repeated the gesture, and you wondered what he was wanting you to do. It took a moment for it to click, and your eyes widened in shock as you shook your head quickly. Your earlier thought, the one that you wouldn’t dare think about, was actually on its way to coming true. “No. Michael, there are cameras in here.”

“So?” he asked, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as you gasped in pleasurable surprise. “Who cares?”

“I care!” you cried. “I could lose my job, if someone sees.”

“You won’t,” he assured. “If they try, I’ll reduce them to a pile of ash. Do you really want to disobey me, princess? You know what happens to people who don’t do as I ask. So, get up on her desk and lie flat on your back. Do it now, and maybe I won’t punish you severely for your disobedience.”

You scrambled toward the desk without another word, clearing off some of the items for more room. Michael unzipped his black pants, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. You noticed that he was already hard, the outline of his erection straining against his silk boxers. He yanked them down to join his pants, and you felt your pussy clenching at the mere sight of his exposed cock. He was massive, bigger than any man you’d ever been with in the past. He was thick, long, veiny, and perfectly constructed;. you could see no flaw whatsoever. It occurred to you, in that very moment, that Michael Langdon was a truly perfect being, a true dark angel sent to Earth from Heaven--or was it Hell, in this case?

“Michael,” you breathed. “Fuck.”

He was smug, grinning at you before climbing onto the desk. He straddled your torso, and you knew straight away what his plan was for you. You felt your cunt pulsating with want, and the sudden urge to start touching yourself was as strong as it had been all day. You didn’t touch yourself, however; you wouldn’t dare at this point. Instead, you salivated as you studied his dick, bobbing obscenely as he positioned himself into a proper, comfortable position on his knees. His cock was in front of you now, lined up with your breasts as he planted himself firmly on both hands. He placed his cock between your breasts once he was settled, the heavy weight of it against your sternum causing you to moan with need.

“I want you to push your tits together for me,” he instructed. “Both hands, and keep hold of them until I say otherwise. Understand?”

You nodded, and did as you were told without a moment’s hesitation. Your hands smashed your breasts against his cock, which elicited a loud, pleasurable groan from Michael. It had been a long time since you’d allowed a man to fuck your tits, and none of them had ever come close in size or ability to Michael; you already knew that to be true. You watched hungrily as he started thrusting, the sensation of his large cock between your sensitive breasts causing you to moan delightfully. You tilted your head back to look at him, admiring how beautiful he was with his face twisted in ecstasy and golden hair spilling into his eyes. He looked like an angel, one that strived for living as sinfully as possible. After all, who else would look as ravishing while committing sin? Only the Antichrist, that was who.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he questioned. “How long I’ve desired fucking these perfect tits? It’s all I could think about from the moment I met you. Remember that tight little tank top you wore on the day we met? Your tits were practically spilling out of it. Do you know what I did, right after we spoke? I went into my office and jerked off to the thought of sticking my cock between them.”

You whined at his words, arching your back as his thrusts became jerkier and more sloppy. You wondered how much longer he was going to last, and you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock as a test. You started jerking him off in time with his thrusts, wondering if he would retaliate or berate you for doing something without his permission. He stopped at once, shifting so that he was hovering over you. He reached down, slapping your face and grabbing your throat, his eyes fiery and dangerous.

“No,” he hissed. “Don’t do anything without my permission. If you listen and be a good little girl, you’ll get a reward after I cum. If you don’t? Then you can walk out of here with nothing in return.”

A loud, drawn-out whine fell from your lips, but it soon turned into a moan as you he let go of your throat and moved back into position. You pushed your tits together again once he laid his cock between them, feeling him twitch almost immediately. You used your thumb and forefinger on each hand, rubbing your nipples as you kept a strong hold on your breasts. He began moving at a faster pace, and it didn’t take long before he was cumming all over your chest with an appreciative groan. Some of it splashed onto your throat and into your hair, but you weren’t paying any mind at that point. That was the hottest thing you’d experienced in quite awhile, and you weren’t about to complain. You relaxed against the desktop, panting along with Michael, his fingers gathering some of his seed and holding it to your lips.

“Taste,” he ordered. “I want you to taste what you did to me.”

You didn’t hesitate, grabbing his wrist and sucking the cum from his fingers. He tasted so good, surprisingly sweet, and you mewled gratefully around him. Your eyes slipped closed, tongue swirling innocently around his fingertips. You slowly open your eyes to look at him after a few seconds, reveling in how lust-filled his oceanic hues were. They were completely fixated on you, and you hollowed your cheeks for a moment before deep-throating his fingers. You gagged teasingly, moaning as he growled in response. He couldn’t take it anymore, and pulled his fingers from your mouth while you whined in protest.

Still wanting more of his cum, your fingers collect more of it from your upper chest and draw them toward your mouth. He forcefully grabs your wrist and redirects it to his own lips, gripping tightly as he does so. You watched in awe as he removed his own essence from his fingers, and it caused another bolt of arousal to shoot to your already-aching pussy. You were more than aware of how wet you were at this point, but you were too far gone in your desire to care.

“You’ll get your reward a little later,” he said, sitting back and getting off of the desk. He dragged Venable’s chair so that it was right in front of you, plopping down and gesturing toward your clothed lower-half. “Take off your pants and your underwear. We’re about to enter phase two of your favor.”

You sit up, legs shaking in need as you tug off your pants and your lace, cheeky panties. Michael took the underwear, completely soaked through by then, and pocketed them with a smirk. You didn’t question what he was doing; instead, you exposed your dripping cunt to him, feeling a bit humiliated over how wet you truly were. You were leaking onto Venable’s desk, and the thought made you feel so deplorable. It also wasn’t helping that the security camera had been trained on the two of you the entire time, and you felt both filthy and oddly horny over the thought of someone seeing this at some point. It was almost embarrassing, but Michael was feeding off of it; you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that. It was written all over his body language, over how he was presenting himself to you while knowing that you were possibly being watched, either now or later. He was a fucking asshole, but you wouldn’t have it any other way; you were just as turned on by it as he was, after all.

“Show me,” Michael said, crossing his legs as he settled further into the chair.

“Show you what?” you asked, sitting up on your elbows to get a better look at him.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone,” he replied, arms perched upon the rests on either side of the seat. “I want to see how you get yourself off to me.”

You swallowed, feeling very nervous all of a sudden. You didn’t know why; after all, this was a man whose cum was drying on your skin and in your hair, and one that you’d craved since you met him. There was a thought in the back of your mind, one that kept nagging at you about his preferences. What if he didn’t like how you touched yourself? What if that made him unhappy? Then again, maybe he would show you how to do it properly, if that was the case. You didn’t have much time for hesitation; if you did, he would surely get angry and you would mostly definitely be in for a whole world of regret.

Pushing the negative thinking from your mind, you decided to get down to business. One of your hands slowly trailed down your body, wanting to add to his growing anticipation. He examined you, eyes devouring your every single move as your fingers edged closer to your soaking cunt. You spread your legs a bit further apart, wanting him to see all of you as your fingers finally land on your core. Your digits ghost over the outer lips, hissing softly as you felt the slippery wetness that had accumulated there. You looked at him, his eyes glued to your cunt as he growled impatiently.

“No teasing,” he demanded. “I know that isn’t how you do it. You always dive right in, because you’re too fucking horny for me to have any sense of build up. Go on. Make Daddy proud and show him how you do it.”

Nodding slowly, your fingers traveled from your outer labia, to your entrance, and finally, to your clit. You sucked in a harsh breath, exhaling shakily as you start rubbing the small bundle of nerves. Your back arched, and you can hear Michael’s breathing begin to pick up as your fingers circle the area around your clit. You moaned filthily, your free hand playing with one of your breasts as you squeeze the nipple. Michael sat forward in the chair, wanting to see everything you were doing to yourself because of him. You were more than aware of his new position, and you smirked to yourself as you squirmed needfully. Your fingers massaged the inner lips of your pussy, more wetness oozing out of you and onto the desk below. Your eyes squeezed shut, head tipping back as more dirty sounds fill the air around the two of you.

“Show me,” he rasped. “Show me what else you do. I know this isn’t everything, you little cumdoll.”

Your (e/c) eyes snapped open at the derogatory nickname, taking in the marvelous sight of him before you. He was still settled into the chair, licking his lips as he watched your fingers moving over your slick folds. You continued working your lips open before pushing a finger inside of yourself. You cried out, your free hand moving from your breast to grip at the hard, smooth surface of the desk. You made a fist, trying to grab anything below you for leverage, knuckles blotched white as you shoved your finger in to the last knuckle. Michael’s breathing began to hitch, a growl-like “fuck” falling past his perfect, plump lips.

“You’re so wet,” he commented, towing the chair a bit closer and meeting your eyes as you pump your finger in and out. “Listen to that. Do you hear how disgusting and obscene that sounds? You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Dirty for me, and only me.”

The squelching, filthy, downright sinful sounds of you finger-fucking yourself had been hard to ignore. Michael pointing it out had only humiliated you further, but it added fuel to your burning arousal for him as well. It also tightened that coil in your stomach, the one that had been threatening to break free all day, and you aren’t sure how long you’d be able to keep this up. You were dangerously close, your body writhing and bucking instinctively with every touch and every sensation of your own hand. Your thumb began playing with your clit, and you could feel Michael’s gaze practically burning a hole in you now.

“Say my name,” he demanded. “Add another finger. Come on, I fucking know that you can do better than this. Show. Me.”

You complied at once, inserting a second finger inside of yourself and moaning at the pornographic sound it made. “Michael,” you mewled. “Mmm...Daddy…”

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Keep it up. Fuck yourself on those pretty fingers for me. I want you to make yourself cum thinking about me, just like you do every single night. Don’t you dare hold back; do it exactly as you do when you’re at home and your sinful little thoughts turn to me.”

Your stomach coiled even further, and you can feel it preparing to snap. You pressed a third finger inside, despite not having permission, but Michael didn’t seem to mind. He was enjoying this, watching you work yourself to orgasm because of him and only him. You pumped and curled your fingers, rubbing that sweet spot inside of you as your thumb worked relentlessly against your clit. You brought your other hand back to your breast, rubbing the nipple as hard as you can manage while continuing to play with your pussy. You squirmed in delight, pinching and pulling the sensitive nub as Michael snarled in response.

“Cum,” he hissed. “Do it. Show me the mess you can make.”

Those words, coupled with everything you were doing to yourself, sent you into complete overload. You came forcefully, screaming his name and gushing all over the desk’s surface. Your body vaulted and convulsed, legs shaking violently and eyes closed as you fucked yourself through your orgasm. Your body was a tremor, your moans hoarse and full of nothing but euphoria as you rode out your high. You were breathless, breathing heavily as you withdrew your fingers from your pussy. Michael stood from where he was seated, grabbing your saturated, sticky fingers and holding them to his lips. He placed all three of them inside of his mouth, moaning vehemently as he took in your taste.

“All mine,” he said once he removed them, kneeling in front of your still-open legs. “This pussy, this ass, those tits, this body...all of it is mine now. Those two nerds think they have some kind of weird claim to you, even though you never gave them the light of day? If they could see you now. If only they could see what a shameless, needy little cockslut that you’re being for me. They wouldn’t know what to think, would they? You’re all mine. ALL mine.”

You didn’t argue. Mostly because you knew there was no point, and also because you were too blissed out to even speak. He gripped your thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the insides before leaving a few hickeys in his wake. Teeth sink into your lower lip, taking in how utterly breathtaking he was in that position. More wetness spreads through your core, mostly from the excitement of what’s to come but also partly due to how focused he is on making you feel good. You reached down, one hand winding in his soft hair as he worked from the top of your thighs to the groin on each side. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, bringing your pussy closer to his face as he hummed in appreciation.

“So wet,” he pointed out again, licking over the outside of your cunt as his eyes bore into yours. “Mmm, it tastes much better from the source. It’s as sweet as nectar, did you know that? Tell me who you belong to, whore. Tell me who owns this beautiful fucking pussy.”

“You do,” you whimpered. “Please, Michael. It’s really sensitive--”

“Don’t whine,” he barked. “Take what I give you, or do without. You should be thankful that I’m even doing this at all, you fucking brat. This is your reward for being so obedient earlier, as well as part three of your favor; don’t make me regret it.”

You fell back against the desk, not willing to protest anymore. Michael wasted absolutely no time, delving deeply into your pussy and devouring you like you were the first meal he’d had after a long illness. Your hips bucked slightly, pulling his hair as he pushed all of the right buttons with his skilled tongue. Your body was still shaking from your last orgasm and that, coupled with him exploring your sensitive, overstimulated cunt, felt almost too good to bear. You desperately crave more of him, and you spread your legs as wide as they will go to allow him better access.

“Michael,” you moaned, nails digging into his scalp as he pressed his tongue inside of you. “Oh, fuck--”

“So fucking good,” he said, icy blue hues on your face as he gripped your thighs tightly enough to bruise. You were certain that there would be fingertip-shaped marks there tomorrow, and the thought only excited you more. “Such a sweet little princess pussy you have, pet. Tell me, are you Daddy’s good little whore? After all, who else would wet their panties and dress like a common slut, if not to please me? Say it. Say, ‘I’m your good little whore.’”

“I’m your good little whore,” you repeated, your free hand flying down to join the other in his blond curls. “Please, Michael.”

“Please what?” he questioned, pulling your clit between his lips and giving it a hard suck. He pinned your hips down, holding you against the desk at his mercy, your body beginning to tremble with desire. “What do you want from me, princess?”

“Fuck!” you nearly screamed, attempting to push your hips further into his face for more. “Please don’t stop. I’m begging, please don’t stop what you’re doing. I’ll do anything for you to keep going.”

“I don’t plan on stopping until you cum for me again,” he stated, fingers pushing your lips open as far as he can manage. His tongue explored the areas now exposed to him, areas that you weren’t even sure you had before. You pulled a fistful of his hair so forcefully that it brought him back to your clit, and kitten-licked it for a moment before resuming his earlier actions. “You hot fucking bitch. Are you going to make a mess on Daddy’s face? All over that cunt Venable’s desk?”

You nodded rapidly, your (e/c) eyes meeting his cool baby blues as he ate your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever get the luxury. He pulled your inner labia between his lips, sucking generously before finding your clit again. He sucked as hard as he could, and you knew that he was just coaxing another orgasm out of you. It was his silent permission, his plea, and you didn’t need to be told twice. You cried out his name repeatedly, like a prayer, squirting all over his face as your second climax hit. It rocked your whole body, your eyes rolling back as your nails tore at his scalp and pornographic noises spilled from your mouth. Your fingers ripped some small strands of his hair out, and it was enough to make him groan filthily against your overcharged pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed as the aftershocks washed over you, his tongue licking up any excess cum on your skin. “You did so well, making a mess like I asked.”

A dazed grin painted your features, and he released his hold on your hips. You whined from the loss of contact as he stood, watching through the haze of ecstasy as he discarded the remainder of his clothing. He was hard again, his cock bobbing with every movement he made. He climbed on top of you, throwing your legs over his waist and rubbing his erection against your super-sensitive clit. You tried to push away from him, but his iron grip held you firmly in place as he shook his head.

“Michael,” you groaned. “No more. I can’t--”

He reached between the two of you, slapping your pussy as harshly as he could muster. The wet cracking sound, coupled with the pain, caused you to cry out in a mixed moan. Michael smirked, completely satisfied with what he’d just done. “You can, and you will. Besides, I think you’re just dying for my thick cock inside of that needy cunt. I know you are; after all, why else would you fuck yourself on your fingers, if not for the fact that you want me to fuck you?”

You could only nod, knowing how correct he was and being too tired and too horny to fight it. Your legs tightened around his waist, and he took that as a sign to plunge inside of you. Your nails dug into his back, head falling against the desk in your filthiest moan yet. You could feel the stinging burn as he stretched your walls, clenching instinctively as you tried to adjust to his massive girth. He was moaning in your ear, pushing himself deeper until he was in to the hilt. You gazed up at him, your eyes heavily lidded before you looked toward the camera in the corner. You wondered if someone would come for both of you, but you dared them to try. Michael would burn them to a crisp before they even opened their damn mouths, and you knew it. But not before he gave them all an even bigger show, fucking you so hard into the desk that it collapsed under the momentum. Now, you almost wished someone would come in and bust you, if that was the scenario that would happen.

“Michael,” you sighed pleasurably. “Please.”

“Mmm, what do you need, pet?” he asked. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Fuck me,” you pleaded. “Thrust, move, just please. Please fuck me.”

“You want me to pound that slutty pussy?” he drawled, pulling out almost completely before slamming back inside of you with a strangled mewl. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” you cried, gripping his back in an attempt to draw him closer against you. “Michael!”

He chuckled, beginning to slowly fuck into you. You hummed, rutting against him impatiently, but one stern look from him made you stop. It didn’t take long for him to build a rhythm, gradually increasing in speed with each thrust. You wiggled beneath him, one hand in his hair as the other remained on the back of his shoulder, and he shuddered pleasurably at the contact. He soon found a quick, rough pace, the sounds of sex filling the room as your skin slapped together. You yanked at his hair, brushing some of it from his eyes as he peered at you. He pressed his lips to yours in a sudden kiss, and it didn’t take long for it to turn hot, messy, and downright filthy. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you drew him closer as your tongue pushed deeper inside of his mouth. He responded by pulling your lower lip between his teeth, biting so hard that a small bead of blood formed. He simply licked it away, thrusting so vigorously inside of you that you became worried about sliding off of the desk altogether.

“Michael,” you sighed against his lips.

“Fucking whore,” he replied, pulling back from the kiss. A string of saliva connected your lips to his, but neither of you did anything about it. You let it break on its own, and Michael’s movements became sloppier as he twitched inside of you. “Do you want Daddy to fill up this filthy pussy? Do you want to go home with my cum leaking out of you? As shameless as you are, I wouldn’t be fucking surprised.”

“Yes,” you said. “Please, I want it all. I want you to cum inside of me and make me an even bigger mess than I already am. Please, Daddy.”

“So depraved,” he panted, reaching underneath you to prop your hips up a bit more. “What a depraved little cunt you are.”

The new angle allowed him to hit directly into your G-spot, and you swore that you could see stars bursting over your vision. You clenched around him, the tightness in your stomach building and building until it finally exploded. You were cumming for the third time, your liquid coating his cock in fresh wetness as you moaned his name. Your nails scratched down his back, drawing blood, while your free hand yanked at his hair again. He watched as you unraveled on his cock, and the sight of it sent him to his own orgasm. He came deeply inside of you, painting your walls in his thick, sticky seed, collapsing on top of you as he tried to collect himself. He pulled out, and you felt his cum leaking out of you and onto the desktop.

“Fucking hell,” you said, chest heaving and a dazed grin on your face. “That was...wow.”

“I know,” he says smugly, sitting up and admiring his work. “Look at that. You’re oozing all over her workspace.”

“I should clean that up,” you said, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the desk.

“No,” Michael said. “Don’t. Leave it. I want her to see exactly what happens when you fuck with me, or with you. Maybe this will teach that uppity, queen-bee bitch a lesson on who she fucking works for and what happens when you act like you’re in charge.”

You shivered at the thought, and a smirk tilts your lips upward as you stood to retrieve your clothes. “Yeah, and maybe the security guards will show her the tape, too. Just so she can see what actually went on in here.”

“I’ll make sure that she does, trust me,” Michael stated, following suit and grabbing his own clothing from the floor. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you in my office, first thing tomorrow morning. I think I need you to show me a few more things that we didn’t get to cover tonight.”

You hooked your bra back on, adjusting it accordingly before pulling your shirt over your chest. “Like what?”

He sauntered over to you, fingers ghosting over the dried cum on your chest with a thoughtful grin. “I want you to show me how far you can take my cock down that perfect little throat of yours. Maybe, if you do it to my liking, I’ll let you ride me. You’ll get a chance to show me just how good of a cockwhore you truly fucking are.”

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Children (1 of 4) | Michael Gray x reader

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✏️ Pairing: Michael Gray x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: After a nice Shelby family dinner, Michael and his wife leave their son at Polly’s to enjoy a night with each other. It turns out, though, that’s it’s not just each other that they crave. (Requested by Anonymous)

✏️ A/N: gaaaah *insert unintelligible sounds here* I told Paulina I would wait tomorrow to post this, but let’s be honest: this is me we’re talking about, I literally have close to zero patience (sorry b). Anyway, this fic was a ride, I somehow was embarrassed to talk about a dick and a vagina, but I pushed through it HAHAHA wtf is happening to me? This is honestly my sweetest smut ever and I just hope Michael is not OOC here! (You let your girl know, though.)

✏️ Beta-read by: @sweetvengeancee

✏️ Warnings: 18+ only, so if you’re a minor, don’t fucking interact. With that said: vaginal sex, oral sex f/r, fingering, talks of wanting children, just... immense fluff mixed with the sex.

✏️ Word-count: 4,572

PART ONE: CHILDREN | >> part two: anna and john >> | >> part three: a bigger table >> | >> part four: warhorse >>

In the silence of the big house, even their hurried steps echo off the walls, lose themselves in the depth of the mansion. Even when Michael’s coat falls to the ground after his hand missed the coathanger, the sound is louder than usual – more like a long, soft sigh than a thud, the pressed wool delicate and still warm from having been worn all day.

His wife’s long, red topcoat follows suit, joins its partner on the waxed hardwood floor of the hall and then it’s the turn of Michael’s hat – the cheap razor blades clink against the parquet.

After that, it’s all short breaths and whimpered words, hungry kisses left on kiss-starved lips. They’re both hungry: they haven’t had a chance of being alone for a while now, both too busy with the business or helping John grow up, teaching him how to talk and walk and run. And live – live like the world is made of shining gold and riverbeds are filled with flowing honey.

“I fucking missed this,” he whispers against her lips as he meets her gaze and finds hers already twinkling with amusement and something else. Something more. Something that runs deep and that scorches like living fire. “Missed you.”

She has no chance to chuckle, for he kisses her again. And it’s pure hunger. It’s pure lust and need and love, the same insistent feeling that brought them to having a baby running around the house on his chubby three-year-old legs and a hat too big on his head. The same baby that’s now sleeping peacefully at Polly’s place after a chaotic dinner with the whole Shelby family as they’re being given the chance to love as foolishly and as recklessly as they always did before getting married.

He makes her walk backwards as he blindly leads her towards the staircase and her hands are desperate and messy in his hair, on his face, on his neck and then down his chest and back up his back when she pulls him closer.

“Missed having you this fucking hungry,” he groans when he picks her up in his arms and she squeals.

She kisses his neck as he walks up the stairs – burning lips against even hotter skin – and then scorching tongue against his kiss-bruised neck. She licks and kisses and suckles, and he does his best not to moan – the maids might be used to overhearing their love-making sessions, but he’s not. He’ll probably never be.

His hand slaps her butt when he reaches the landing. She laughs, he laughs, and it’s a matter of seconds before he puts her back down onto her feet. And a couple of seconds later, they’re both sprinting down the corridor like children, giggling and chuckling, promises of a wild night falling from their lips like solemn pledges.

It’s all downhill from there: she’s in his arms again as soon as the door closes behind her back and a heartbeat later, she’s pressed up against the wooden surface, legs wrapped around his waist as she hastily fumbles with the knot of his tie just as he struggles with her garter belt.

His lips are bruising against her neck. They suck and kiss on her pulse point as he breathes her in. Her scent is home – roses and cigarettes and clean pressed bedsheets and the sugary honey of John’s sweets. It’s a smell he craves during the day when he’s in the office or dealing with more risky business with Thomas or any other of the guys. And it’s also a smell he relishes when he comes back home and he finds her sitting at the table as John draws, a smell he loses himself into when he spoons her at night and buries his face in her hair – breathes her in.

“We won’t go to sleep until sunrise,” and it’s a promise.

God, she looks into his eyes and she knows that’s a promise. There’s a frenzy in them, a frenzy she knows will push her to be louder than she usually allows herself to be. Promises of every kind flash across her husband’s features, tug at his lips until he’s grinning up at her as his hips experimentally thrust against her.

And she moans – low and deep and barely above a whimper, but it’s there and as they look into each other’s eyes, they know they’re just as hungry, just as ready to get drunk on each other.

She moans and he groans, her hands cradling his face and her lips pressing and pushing against his until he parts them and their tongues glide against each other. It’s… good, like a glass of fresh water after a day spent in the sun. They kiss and savour each other like they haven’t done in what feels like forever. And he tastes of strong whiskey and cigarettes and she - of Christmas trees, the gin she’s drunk still pungent on her tongue, still buzzing in her fingertips.

When he moves away from the door, he does so with a grunt, for her hold on him gets tighter and pressed up as she is against him, she feels delicious.

She makes him delirious.

His brain works a mile a minute, his heart - ten.

Everything’s messy – messy lips, messy backwards steps, messy hands under the gown of her dress, pushing her stockings down her legs until the back of his knees bump into the edge of the mattress and he falls backwards.

“Michael!” She squeals and chuckles as she balances herself with her hands on his chest.

His hands move along her thighs and glide over her ass, fingers pressing into the plump flesh as his grin widens, teeth glinting mischievously in the bedroom lights. “Y/N.” He savours her name on his tongue as he stares up at her.

They stay like that for a while, panting lightly, both of them catching their breath with their eyes set onto each other’s. It feels good – this feels good.

Michael Gray loves staring at his wife more than anything else – but never more than watching his boy grow and learn things and explore the world. He wants at least six more of them, six more Johns playing hide-and-seek in the endless rooms of his mansion – or maybe two more Johns and three girls that teach their brothers how to remain anchored to the ground, how to avoid being swept away by the Peaky Blinders’ lifestyle and business.

He looks at her and he sees it all over again – her pregnancy, her slowly-growing belly, her swelling breasts, that absolutely mind-fucking pregnancy glow that had stuck to her for nine months like a second skin. He sees it and he feels it – feels it in his loins, in his breath growing shorter, in his smile widening and losing its wickedness. He feels it in his heart, that very heart that throbs and flutters in his chest as a pinky blush slowly blooms on his cheeks.

And he finds himself craving it again.

He craves it all again – even the morning sickness, even the empty threats thrown his way through a closed door as his wife gave birth to his son. He craves the smell of her, so sweet and delicate and unexplainably heavenly.

She’s undoing the buttons of his shirt when he comes back to his senses, her hands swift and precise as they reach the last one before sliding underneath the cotton and across the flushed skin of his chest. They’re quick at opening his shirt – and her thumbs are even quicker when they swipe on his sides, just below his ribcage.

After that, she bends down and her lips are feathers against the scars on his chest. It’s become a habit by now – she kisses the bumpy skin of the scars left behind by those fucking bullets and everything falls back into place – everything is right. Again.

Everything feels safe. It’s safe to want it again, it’s safe to wish for it – and it will always be, in her arms, in their bedroom, with her skin against his and his against hers. And so his hands move away from her buttcheeks to cradle her face, to pull her closer to him.

She smiles and it’s one of those whispered smiles that make her exhale loudly from her nose and the air fans his lips as she looks down at him. Her eyes are grinning, too, before he kisses her.

“Let’s have another kid.” It’s a murmured prayer against her red-covered lips, against the smudged reddish hue around the corners of her lips, where his lips have pressed before.

“Another kid?” She presses kisses to his jaw, all the way to that sweet spot below his ear that makes his hips thrust up against her when she suckles on it.

“For a start,” he breathes, hands snaking around her neck to blindly undo the clasp of the necklace he’s given her for their first anniversary. His left arm opens, then, hangs from the foot of the bed to let the diamonds fall to the floor, their dead value protected only by the soft sheepskin someone has gifted them on their wedding day.

“‘For a start’ sounds good,” she mutters against his skin, slowly sliding down his body until she’s sitting between his legs, her fingers undoing the button of his black trousers. “Was this your great plan?” she asks, pushing both slacks and underwear down his legs, stopping for a moment only to take off his shoes. And his socks.

And after that, she’s kissing her way up his legs and there are only goosebumps in her lips’ wake – goosebumps that tug at his skin and at his brain, cutting his breath short the closer she gets to him.

He’s hard – he knows he is, he doesn’t need to look down. He’s straining against nothing and the closer she gets, the more insistent the pulling in his loins gets. The whole day has led up to that – from the groggy first minutes they spent in bed that morning; to that free hour in the afternoon they spent cuddled up in the tub, preparing for the family dinner at his mother’s; to the way she had looked in that sparkling grey dress, her smile shining brighter than the diamonds around her neck.

Michael loves Y/N like nothing else and with such an intensity that it hurts. It shatters his heart in the best way possible and it leaves him craving for more – more of her, more of their lazy mornings, even more of the hectic mornings spent in bed with John gurgling and telling unintelligible stories and simply being the rascal child he is.

“Michael?” she hums against the taut skin of his stomach as a cool fingertip traces the underside of his left ball. “Was this your great plan?” she repeats, for she knows he’s already forgotten the question. “Spend the night fucking another baby in me?”

He loves it when she’s like that, when she lets her dirty mouth run free – when she takes off that lady-like mask she wears when she deals with people outside the family.

“Undress for me,” he says instead, stopping her from taking his dick in her hands.

She smirks up at him and she looks so fucking ravishing that his eyes almost roll back into his skull as the muscles in his thighs tense, his toes curl.

“Undress for me.” The words are whispered this time, and pleading – voice soft and imploring as his thumbs caress her burning cheeks.

She mutters something back to him, something his brain doesn’t pick up, before she leaves a kiss on his hip. The second after, her comforting warmth isn’t there anymore. When he opens his eyes, she’s standing in front of him, between his legs, her feet between his on the floor.

“Why don’t you help me?” Her smile is sweet, loving – so fucking loving that Michael feels a sob build up in the back of his throat as he sits up on the bed and his hands reach their place on her hips.

All he wants is to fucking press his face into her belly and breathe her in.

“Turn around,” he says instead, standing up behind her when she faces the bedroom door in front of her.

His breath is hot against her neck and his hands burn even more even through the dress she’s wearing when they come to rest on her abdomen. He leaves them there for a moment as he peppers kisses on the side of her neck, pushing himself closer against her, suckling on her sensitive skin until her head lolls back to rest against his shoulder.

“Let’s have another baby.” He leaves a kiss on the crown of her head before pulling out the pins that keep her hairdo up. They fall to the floor one by one and the sound each one produces sends shivers up her shins. “Let’s give John a baby brother,” and he kisses the back of her neck, “or a baby sister.” It’s only when he’s let her Parisian earrings join the hairpins on the hardwood floor that he whispers in her ear: “Or both.”

It takes him three excruciating minutes to undo all the ties and buttons on the back of her dress. And to let it fall in a heap at her feet. And to slide the straps of her full slip down her shoulders. And to let the garment glide down her body until all she is wearing are briefs, garter belt, shoes, and socks.

He makes her turn around and as she does, he sinks to his knees. Michael Gray doesn’t kneel in front of anybody, but with his wife? Fuck. He’d spend his life on his knees for her – he’d die on his fucking knees for her. His heart aches at the sight of her like that, lips parted, fingers dancing lightly on the skin of her cleavage and then up her neck as she goes to remove the one hairpin he forgot in her hair.

And his hands – his blood-covered hands, so used to numbers and weapons – are soft and light on the skin of her sides and the brushing of his calluses makes goosebumps wash over her as she looks down at him – looks down into his eyes.

Gentleness turns into hunger when his fingers hook underneath the hem of her briefs and garter belt and his head leans forward to leave a chaste kiss on her lower belly as his mind’s already wandering – wandering to when her womb will be round with yet another kid of his, wandering to when he’ll feel his spawn kick from inside her to tell him, daddy, I’m here! I can’t wait to get out and see you!

He can’t wait to welcome his child, either. He can’t wait for the moment he’ll have another mini Gray in his hands to show to John, to teach his firstborn how to be a big brother. He craves it, and there’s something in that image that tugs at his heart and at his eyes and makes tears well up and obfuscates his sight.

He makes quick work of her shoes but he’s slow at taking them off. It’s something he enjoys – undressing his wife. It’s a night-time ritual he’ll never get tired of, something he enjoys more than anything in this godforsaken world. It makes him feel capable of more, makes him feel like there’s a higher meaning to his existence – to her existence – and to existence in and of itself. There’s a meaning so fucking high that his mind can’t comprehend it and so it leaves him with love-filled turmoil inside.

But then, when she’s finally and utterly naked and he’s back on his feet, he hugs her and he holds her tight – and close – so close he swears he can feel her heart beat against his chest. Every part of him brushes against her and every part of her brushes against him – skin, limbs, hair, breath.

She’s so close it physically hurts. But it’s a good hurt, something that makes him feel alive, something that makes him feel lucky to be alive.

He tilts her head back, then, and he looks down at her with a smile brighter than the sun and the moon and all the stars combined. And all he sees on her face is love for him – love for them both together, for what they’ve been capable of doing and for what they want to do again.

The kiss is sweet, almost chaste as they stare into each other’s eyes, breathe against each other’s skin as her hands move up his back and down his biceps until she’s holding onto his wrists, his hands cradling her face and keeping her in place.

“I love you,” she breathes when he lets her go, when she lets him guide her until she’s lying on her back, the soft mattress underneath her and his strong body above her. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.”

He smiles at that – he grins at that. He’s glad she feels the same – the same feeling, that same weird tugging in every single muscle and bone of her body, that same churning sensation deep down in the pit of her stomach as the head of his cock leaks pre-cum in the joint of her thigh and hip.

“I love you too,” he whispers in the valley of her breasts as his kisses drift south, lower and lower until he’s settled between her parted legs.

And she’s beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful, spread out for him like this, that he has to close his eyes for a moment, even though there’s no stopping that finger from swiping between her folds.

And she’s wet. She’s so wet he can almost feel her on his tongue – he can almost taste her on his tongue even from there. And it’s even better when he replaces his finger with his tongue because she’s there and it’s just so…

Ugh.

Michael doesn’t know how it feels, he can’t label it with a word. He feels like it’s been so long since the last time he’s had this much time to worship her like he should – to be soft and gentle and slow, to drive her as wild as he used to when they still had to get married, when they still had to have John.

She hisses when he licks that first stripe between her slick folds and the scratching of her nails on his scalp is so gentle it’s almost barely there. A second swipe and his name falls from her lips like a prayer, a never-ending litany that raises in volume the more he licks her, two of his fingers slowly pushing into her throbbing pussy – first one, then the second – and they curl gently and when they brush against that sweet spot of hers, she gasps.

She gasps and he groans against her, the sound coming out just as he wraps his lips around her clit, suckling gently on it once. It’s then that her hips buck up and he slides his arms under her thighs, grabbing her hips into a tight hold to keep her still.

His hands – those same hands that have killed and hit and punched – now hold onto her with the utmost gentleness and care as his shoulders – those same shoulders that at times feel like they hold the weight of the world – press into her inner thighs.

He loves this – loves what he can do to her, loves that he can be a different person with her. Gentle and careful and reckless and wild and so loving all at once. He loves the effect he has on her, the sounds she whimpers and moans when he goes down on her like he’s doing now, his fingers slowly fucking her, his tongue and mouth insistent on her burning core.

It builds up slowly – and yet, faster than he thought it would. She pants and wiggles under him, her back arching off of the mattress, her fingers tugging on his hair, making him moan as he presses himself harder into the bed.

And when he opens his eyes and looks up at her, he swears she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Eyes screwed shut, lips parted, nipples peaked, baby hair sticking to the thin layer of sweat on her forehead – he swears this is a fucking vision, and he finds himself hoping this is what he’ll see the day he dies: his lovely wife spread out for him on their bed, opening up for him the way she always does, clamping down onto his greedy fingers as his mouth tends to her clit.

He wants to stay here forever, wants to lose himself into her, wants to love her like a starved man would – intensely and ardently and all at once, pouring himself into her before it’s too late, before the time for their last farewell comes.

He fucking loves her and he’d like to tell her again, for he’ll always love her. Even on his deathbed. Even on her deathbed. Even during the storm, when everything looks darker than it actually is. He wants to tell her he loves her to America and back – to the Moon and back – and surely even beyond that. He loves her more than he loves his job, more than he loves his life with the Peaky Blinders, even more than he loves horses.

But she’s coming when he’s about to open his mouth and tell her again how fucking much she means to him. She’s coming and she’s moaning and whimpering as the walls of her vagina flutter around his fingers.

Her skin burns against his lips when he kisses his way back up to her face – past her lower belly, past her chest, past her breasts after he kisses each nipple and tears whines from her lips and even past her neck, until he’s finally kissing her lips and she can taste herself in his mouth.

There’s a moan, then, one that builds up in a crescendo and that comes from deep inside her as her tongue swipes against his and it’s a sound – and a feeling – he’s missed. He’s missed it so much that his lungs almost hurt and he finds himself melting in her arms.

Right after that, it’s all a God and Michael and fuck and love against his lips as he takes himself in his hand. His body barely has the strength to balance himself on one forearm as he gently strokes himself once, twice before nudging her clit with the head of his cock.

And just like that, with a long and slow thrust forward, he’s sheathed inside her and his forehead is covered in sweat and he’s fucking panting against the kiss-bruised skin of the crook of her neck. And her hands are in his hair again, fingertips gently massaging his scalp as she pants against the side of his face, his ear, his hair.

“I meant it,” he moans against her skin when her walls hug him tighter and his back tenses. “Another kid.” He’s out of breath – even out of strength as he lies there, his chest pressed heavily against hers as her thighs slide along his until they’re pressing against his hips.

Her lips pepper kisses to every centimetre she can reach without moving her head and he starts doing the same, forcing her to stop. He pecks her neck before the slow kisses turn to suckling, his teeth gently grazing her flushed skin as his hips draw back.

It’s delicious – the friction, the feeling of her all around him, the whine that leaves her lips when he pecks them. It’s heavenly and he feels like a whole new person as her burning warmth scorches all his walls and masks and protections down.

Her “I meant it, too,” is a breath against his lips as her hands press into the flesh of his shoulders, nails lightly scraping his skin. “God, let’s have another one.”

After that, it’s pure desperation. It’s like they can’t have enough of each other as his pace picks up and her ankles cross over his ass, trying to pull him deeper and deeper each time he thrusts into her, the head of his dick nudging that spot inside her that just makes her eyes roll back into her skull as her neck arches and her breasts press harder into him.

“Let’s have ten more,” is the incoherent plea she breathes out as she fails to look at him, her eyelids too heavy to keep her eyes open.

His exhale is almost louder than anything else as he snorts, trying to hold in the chuckle. And he’s kissing her neck and face – cheeks, nose, lips, eyelids; anywhere he can reach, he presses a kiss to her skin.

By God, she drives him insane. There’s no rhythm in his thrusts, no steady strength as he loses his focus and his head falls forward, his forehead pressing against her collarbone. His arms snake and push their way under her waist, hands sliding between her ass and the mattress to pull her a little higher. And it doesn’t make much of a difference, but both of them see stars.

When she comes, her orgasm cuts his breath short and all it takes him to reach his bliss is another couple of strokes of his cock inside her, her vagina clamping down on him.

And he’s gone.

He’s so fucking gone that he forgets his name for a minute or two as he sloppily and automatically thrusts inside her. Back and forth, back and forth – it’s the only action that has meaning as he draws out their highs and gently leads them both off of them.

Neither of them remembers when he’s pulled out, nor that they moved on the bed to cuddle until they’re already in that position, their breathing slowly evening out as she pants against his chest and he draws made-up patterns on her sweaty back.

“Did you mean it?” he manages to ask after a while, when the thrumming of his heart in his chest is not that loud anymore – when he feels himself starting to harden again. “When you said you wanted ten more kids.” It’s a breathless laughter, the one that shakes him and that vibrates in her chest.

She tilts her head against his chest to look up at him and she grins, her eyebrows wiggling before she chuckles, too. “Who knows?”

“You’re insane.”

She’s insane but he loves her nonetheless. And he’d give her twenty more children just to see that radiant grin on her lips that makes even her eyes laugh.

“We should hurry up, then,” he says instead of confessing his thoughts, his right hand moving down her left thigh and then back up again before pushing between her legs. “Make the most of this night of freedom to make sure we’ll have at least one more, huh?”

*cleans sweat from forehead* Was this any good? How was Michael? (Hopefully not that OOC) A penny for your thoughts? :)

Requests are still open if you want to request some Peaky Blinders stories ❤️

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SPN Kink Bingo 2019 Masterlist

The Birthday (NSFW) (F!R)

Square Filled: Cooking Dinner (Genre bingo), Exhibitionism (Kink Bingo) Ship: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader Rating: Explicit. Tags: Exhibitionism (obviously), Alternative Universe – No Supernatural, Friends to Lovers, dirty talk, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, Summary: Your birthdays have always been shitty, so you’re in no way surprised when this one is of the worse of them. You didn’t count, however, on your hot neighbour Sam turning your day into something to remember for years and years. Word Counting: 2.8k words Created for @spngenrebingo 2018 edition and @spnkinkbingo 2019 edition.

The Lullaby

Squared Filled: ABO Dynamics (Kink Bingo); Sung to sleep (Fluff Bingo); A/B/O (Genre Bingo) Summary: When Dean was a kid, Mary used to sing him his favourite song every night. Now, it is his time to continue the tradition with your kids. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Uterus Owner!Reader WC: 830 words Warnings: ABO Dynamics. Lots of fluff. Proofread by the lovely @joannie95 Created fr @spnkinkbingo @spnfluffbingo@spngenrebingo

Past Midnight (Smut)

Square(s) Filled: AmeliaSamJess (SPN Kink Bingo); Voyeurism (Sam Bingo); Free Space (Fluff Bingo) Summary: When Amelia gets home at night, she didn’t expect to catch Sam and Jess awake, she definitely didn’t expect to find them having sex, and she absolutely didn’t expect to get something out of it. And still, she did. WC: 740 words Warnings: Smut, Voyeurism, College AU, dirty talk, is blindfolding a warning?, masturbation (vaginal fingering). Also, OOC!Sam, cause we both know he wouldn’t do this.

Marking Up (F!R Smut)

Squares Filled: A/B/O ( @samwinchesterbingo ), Biting ( @spnkinkbingo ) Free Space ( @spnabobingo ) Summary: You didn’t know why it thrilled you the way it did it, but you wanted to sink your teeth into Sam’s neck and show him and the rest of the world that he was yours just as much as you were his. Warnings: ABO dynamics, smut (vaginal sex), knotting, marking, a bit of fluff and possessiveness. WC: 820 words Proofread by the lovely @joannie95

Jealous? Me?!

Square(s) Filled: High School AU ( @spnkinkbingo ); Jealous Alpha ( @spnabobingo ), A/B/O ( @spndeanbingo ); Friends to Lovers ( @spnfluffbingo2019 ) Pairing: Alpha!Teacher!Dean x Omega!Teacher!Reader Summary: He didn’t want to say it, but Dean had it bad for you, and he wasn’t the only one. A new teacher had arrived in school, a Beta named Michael Shurley, and to Dean’s annoyance, the dude was really good looking, had tons of money and had his eyes set on you. Now, with all that being said, why wouldn’t he be cranky, moody and, most important: Jealous? WC: 1.2k words Warnings: High School AU, Dean has a crush. Friends to lovers. Young Alphas running around and stinking. Lots and lots of fluff.

The Broom’s Closet (F!R Smut)

Squares Filled: Plot? What Plot? ( @samwinchesterbingo); Free Space ( @spnkinkbingo); Kissed To Keep Quiet ( @spnfluffbingo2019); Stuck in a Tight Space ( @spngenrebingo) Summary: Seven days. Seven days in a single hunt, pretending to be a married couple and trying to infiltrate a swing group related to weird deaths. Besides all that Sam seemed to be very interested in making you crawl up the walls in desire. Now he has to pay the price. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader WC: 690 words Warnings: Porn without (much) plot. Unprotected semi-public rough vaginal sex. Dirty talking. Sex in a tight space. Risk of getting caught.

Fallen Productions (Part 2)

Square(s) Filled: Pornstar AU ( @samwinchesterbingo), Incest Kink ( @spnkinkbingo), Role Play ( @spnabobingo) Summary: You are a porn actress who just landed a position in one of the best production companies in the country. The job comes with a lot of perks, and the biggest of them is – without a shadow of doubt – working with the three best actors in the market. Pairing: Pornstar!Alpha!Sam x Porn Actress!Omega!Reader WC: 1.5k words Warnings: Pornstar AU, a bit of a dom Sam, Roleplay.

Fallen Productions (Part 3)

Square(s) Filled: Impala ( @spndeanbingo), Oral Fixation ( @spnkinkbingo), Alpha/Omega ( @spnabobingo); Long Car Ride ( @spngenrebingo) Summary: You are a porn actress who just landed a position in one of the best production companies in the country. The job comes with a lot of perks, and the biggest of them is – without a shadow of a doubt – working with the three best actors in the market. Pairing: Pornstar!Alpha!Dean x Porn Actress!Omega!Reader WC: 2.4k words Warnings: Pornstar AU, ABO dynamics, the Impala makes an apparition. Oral Sex (Male receiving), vaginal sex, some dirty talk, oral fixation, semi-public sex (if you can call it that).

Fallen Productions (Part 4)

Square(s) Filled: Steve!Castiel ( @spnkinkbingo), Beta/Omega ( @spnabobingo); Honeymoon ( @spnfluffbingo2019) Summary: You are a porn actress who just landed a position in one of the best production companies in the country. The job comes with a lot of perks, and the biggest of them is – without a shadow of doubt – working with the three best actors in the market. Pairing: Pornstar!Beta!Steve!Castiel x Porn Actress!Omega!Reader WC: 2.9k words Warnings: Pornstar AU, Castiel is just a stage name, a tiny bit of praise kink, vaginal sex, a bit of married roleplay…

Long Walks and First Kisses (Aesthetic)

AO3 link Square(s) Filled: AlexClaire ( @spnkinkbingo) Theme: First Kiss Ship: Alex (Annie) Jones x Claire Novak Rating: General Warnings: None.

The Heel

AO3 Link Theme: Shoe Kink Square Filled: Shoe Kink (SPN Kink Bingo) Ship: Gabriel x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Shoe Kink.

Ours (Aesthetic)

Theme: Polyamorous Love Square Filled: DeanCasAnna ( @spnkinkbingo) Ship: Dean x Castiel x Anna Rating: Mature Warnings: A lot of skin showing, but no nudity. I decided to put it in AO3 just for safety. Link

Lazy Mornings are For… (Aesthetic)

AO3 Link Theme: Lazy mornings and nearly-naked snuggling. Square Filled: DeanDonna ( @spnkinkbingo) Ship: Dean x Donna Rating: Teens and Up Warnings: Uh… someone is wearing a bra in the photo. Is that a warning?

A Date to Remember (Aesthetic)

AO3 Link Theme: First Date Square Filled: DonnaHannah ( @spnkinkbingo) Ship: Hannah x Donna Hanscum Rating: General Warnings: None.

Intimacy (Aesthetic)

AO3 Link Theme: Polyamorous Love Square Filled: ClaireAlexPatience(SPN Kink Bingo) Ship: Claire x Alex x Patience Rating: General Warnings: None.

The Coffee Date

Theme: Coffee Date Square Filled: Female!Castiel ( @spnkinkbingo); Free Space ( @samwinchesterbingo) Ship: Female!Castiel x Sam Winchester Rating: General Warnings: None.

The Ball (Collage)

Theme: Masquerade Ball Square Filled: AlexPatience ( @spnkinkbingo) Ship: Alex x Patience Rating: General Warnings: I imagined this as a Cinderella AU, honestly.

Nailing It

Square(s) Filled: Shark Week ( @spnfluffbingo2019); Polyamory ( @spnkinkbingo); Sam Winchester ( @spndeanbingo); Non-Traditional Alpha Traits ( @spnabobingo) Summary: Dean is the Alpha of your pack, a great one at that. Though the whole pack thing still confuses him, he knows just how to keep them safe and take care of them. That’s no exception to when it’s that time of the month for his beta teenage daughter. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Beta!Sam Other Characters: Mary April Winchester (OC); Robert “Bobby” James Winchester; John Anthony Winchester (OC); Charlotte “Charlie” Donna Winchester (OC); Jody Mariah Winchester (OC); Henry Ford Winchester (OC). WC: 1.7k words Warnings: Winchester pack, polyamory, mention of periods, Dean being an amazing dad, mention of John not giving his kids what I call a good childhood… Just fluff, honestly. Reader has a uterus and that’s it. Notes: Summary by the lovely @random-fandom-fangirl2112. Proofread by her + @brokenncrown and @joannie95

Strawberries and Whipped Cream

Squares Filled: Food Play ( @spnkinkbingo) Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Theme: Food Play Warning: None. Summary: There are two things that Gabriel absolutely adores: Sex and food. Put them together, and the recipe is perfection. AO3 link

New Thing

Squares Filled: Gags ( @spnkinkbingo); Castiel ( @spndeanbingo) Pairing: Dean x Castiel Theme: Light BDSM Warning: Uh… There’s a gag there. And two guys. But nothing explicit, no. But I added a “Read More” anyway. Summary: Sometimes, it’s good to try new things. AO3 Link

Home, Sweet Home

Square(s) Filled: Cop AU ( @spnfluffbingo2019), Flannel ( @spndeanbingo), Lactation Kink ( @spnkinkbingo); Nesting ( @spnabobingo) Summary: After a shift at the police station, Dean comes home with good news and for some sexy time. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader WC: 770 words Warnings: Smut (Masturbation (man masturbating woman), nipple play, lactation kink, a tiny bit of dirty talk, gentle sex, fluff and Cop AU. A/N: In this AU, equality exists and all future parents can take paid family leave when they are about to have a child + after said child is born. Proofread by the lovely @onebatch–twobatch

The Single Parents Club

Squares Filled: Human!Cas ( @spnkinkbingo); Human!Castiel ( @swansongbingo); Pine/Snow/Wood Smoke ( @spnabobingo); Single Parent ( @spnfluffbingo2019) Summary: Moving out of your home town with a kid after losing your spouse was a tough decision for you, but you who knew you would find a new opportunity on love thanks to your son finding a new best friend. Pairing: Human!Omega!Chuck x Alpha!Reader (No gender defined) Other Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Raphael, Michael, John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Patience Turner, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Donna Hanscum, Alex Jones, Claire Novak. WC: 2.5k words Warnings: Human AU. I opted for the name “Zaza” for the reader, as it is a non-gender-specific name to address one’s parent and I find it very cute. Y/L/N = Your last name. I’m also using ‘mannie’ as an addressing from Castiel to his other parent, for the same reason I’m using Zaza. A/N: Proofread by the lovely @joannie95

One Bed For Three (F!R)

Squared Filled: Road Trip AU ( @spnfluffbingo2019); Road Trip ( @spndeanbingo); Smut ( @samwinchesterbingo); Double Penetration ( @spnkinkbingo) Summary: When Dean Campbell saves you from being run by a car during a road trip, you didn’t quite imagine you’d end up in bed with him and his brother. But you’re not complaining about that at all. Pairing: Sam x Female!Reader x Dean WC: 1.1k words Warnings: Smut (Anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration), Dirty Talking. A/N: People with vaginas, please, pee after sex. I mean it. Not doing it will result in a UTI, and those are horrible. Beta’d by @joannie95

The Fall (Part 1)

Squares Filled: Fallen!Cas ( @spnkinkbingo); Guardian Angel AU ( @spnfluffbingo2019); Ellen Harvelle ( @swansongbingo) Pairing: Castiel x Reader Other Characters: Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Zachariah, Crowley (Mentioned). Summary: As a guardian angel, Castiel only had one duty: Watch out for you so you didn’t die. He’s not supposed to feel affection towards you or long to be by your side. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. But he still did. WC: 910 words Warnings: A bit of angst, fluff… I don’t think there’s a lot.

The Stranger (M!R)

Squares Filled: Size Difference ( @spnkinkbingo), Dirty Talk ( @samwinchesterbingo) Summary: It’s a boring night at the local bar when you meet a hot stranger at the bar. PWP. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader WC: 1k words Warnings: Dirty Talk, oral sex on male, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys, even oral sex can transmit STDs). It’s little plot and a lot of action, don’t think a lot about it.

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