#sub!michael langdon

[murderhousemichael]

michael getting his dick sucked during an interview..

[syven-siren]

Serving You

Summary: The Reader stalls Micheal’s own release in favor of her own. (Michael Langdon x Female!Reader)

The bed creaks under Michael’s weight as he tries to pull free from his restraints. Although the ties are silk, they still bite at his wrists when he harshly tugs. Calling out to you, he receives no response. The tiny earplugs placed in his ears and the cover over his eyes leave him devoid of two very useful senses. All he can do is wait for you to make your next move. He isn’t sure how long he’s been like this, naked and waiting. His cock aches and throbs as precum dribbles from the tip. 

You watch from across the room as your lover ruts his hips, hoping you might close enough that he’ll feel you against him. It’s been ten minutes of him writhing on the bed, waiting so desperately for you. Deciding he’s ready, you make your way toward the bed, your eyes rack over his body like a hungry predator taking in her prey. That’s what he is tonight, your prey. The control is in your hands and you’re going to enjoy every second of it. By the end, he will too. 

When your chilled finger tips make contact with the inside of his ankle, his body jerks suddenly, unprepared for your touch. 

“(Y/N),” he lets out breathlessly. The rising and falling of his chest accelerate as he tries to anticipate what you will likely do next.  

Your touch skims along the length of his leg and across his well-defined thigh, so close to his cock but never giving him the satisfaction of feeling you there. A low growl rumbles in his chest. His defiant need for control sparking. You tsk, watching the frown grow on his face when you cease touching him. 

Shocking him, your index finger traces his member from the base to the tip. You drag your finger up his abdomen and chest, spreading the precum that had collected on the pad of your finger. His muscle flex under your touch. 

Torturing him further, you leave a light kiss at the corner of his mouth. Recognizing your actions, Michael swiftly turns his head in a futile attempt to steal a kiss. Snickering at his failure, you peck his nose, only annoying him further.

Growing tired of playing games, you carefully straddle his waist. The moment your core touches his cock, Michael bucks his hips causing his length to press on your clit. You let out a yelp as he chuckles beneath you, continuing to move his hips. Not taking too kindly to his antics, your hand is quick to grip his throat. Your nails dig into his flesh and you can feel his racing pulse. 

He stills, knowing that continuing will only hinder his chances of getting off sooner. As a reward for his compliance, you kiss him deeply, not asking for entrance before your tongues fight for dominance. Seating yourself back on his lap, you rock your hips, allowing him to slip through your slick folds. You shudder when the head of his cock brushes against you at the perfect angle. 

“Fuck, please (Y/N).” He begs, rutting upwards again. This time you don’t stop him, enjoying it too much. “I’m gonna cum. I need to be inside you.” 

You’re close too. Your thighs ache and your pussy tingles in delight. Wanting to delay both your highs, you slow your rhythm. Michael groans in irritation as he feels his release flutter away. You play this game with him a few more times. 

Planting your hands on his chest, your pace increases again. Your hips moving to an unheard beat. Your right hand slips between you both, fisting his cock. He quivers at your touch, moaning your name. Aligning him with your waiting core, you lower yourself onto him. Both of you moan, when he finally bottoms out. 

“So tight. You feel so good.” 

At his praise, your pussy clenches around him. Once adjusted to his size, you begin to ride him. With each bounce, Michael’s length brushes against your walls, making your back arch. He thrusts in time with you, both of you working together. 

You can feel yourself reaching the edge of your orgasm again. Pressing on your clit, shocks erupt through your lower half. Michael groans beneath you but you pay him no mind; focused on your own pleasure. 

A few more bounces on his cock and the coil snaps plunging you straight into orgasmic bliss. You’re body shudders as you continue to ride him through your orgasm. Michael feels the way your core spasms around him but can do nothing but rut his hips upwards in the hope you’ll give him his end too. That doesn’t happen. 

Experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm, your hips move to a much slower pace. Michael, who is teetering on the verge of cumming, is pulled back to the harsh reality that you are in control of when he gets his release. 

“(Y/N), please. I need to cum. Please let me cum.” His pleading begins again. His voice is laced with desperation. 

“You will baby. But first, you need to make me cum again.” 

You will eventually give him what he wants but for now, he is going to serve you.  

[taehyungsgrowl]

concept though.... sub!michael begging you to eat HIM out... just a thought

OH MY GOODNESS. 

Like he would be laying on his tummy (completely nude) peeking back over his shoulder, trying to get a look at you. The apples of his cheeks would be slightly tinted and his brain fuzzy with all the thoughts running through it. 

You dragged your finger nails down his back lightly, stopping at the curve of his ass. You grasped his cheeks, digging your nails into his flesh a bit as you did. He let his head fall forward onto his pillow as he felt you playing with his bottom. 

Chills ran down his spine despite the sudden rise in temperature. “Please,” he breathed out, not even sure what he was asking for. All he wanted was for you to keep touching him. 

Dipping your face down you placed a featherlight kiss to his lower back - quickly followed by a sharp spank on his ass. “Please what?”

“I’ve been good,” he let out under his breath. You caught notice of the way he began grinding his hips into the mattress. 

“Funny..” you rubbed over the spot you smacked down. “I don’t remember saying you’ve been a good boy.”

“I can be your good boy, please.” he started moving his hips down quicker, his own hands searching for the sheets. 

“Well,” you repositioned yourself on the bed, “Good boys tell me what they want.” you ran your hand up his smooth back, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.

A low throaty groan left his lips as the tug of his hair. He felt himself aching for more. 

“Eat me. I want your tongue.” he tried to look down, but you could still see his blushing cheeks. 

“Yeah?” you lowered yourself, spreading him apart. He instinctively bucked his hips forward. You held him open and slowly licked a bold stripe on his hole. 

Michael hissed in a sharp breath while you chuckled at his reaction. 

“It’s okay, baby.” you cooed, biting his ass playfully, “I got you.” Your tongue continued to explore him. Michael raised himself up, giving you better access to graze the tip of your tongue of his balls. “Such a good boy,” you mumbled in between his whiny moans. 

[emmyrosee]

I have this headcanon that while pre Apocalypse Michael is probably a sub, he is still a bit dominant. I imagine pre Michael as a Bratty sub, but if a second sub gets in thrown into the relationship he is still more dominant then them and totally would use that to his advantage, because even if he loves being a sub,he also likes a bit to control people. Apocalypse Michael is a full dom, like 100% to the last cell.

While I absolutely whole heartedly agree, I do have a little time line about where he realized he adored the power😈💕

So murder house Michael- Mead Michael was a full sub. He loved to be coddled and cared for, and he needed someone who was willing to protect him and provide him with that.

So then, he went to hawthorne, and while he absolutely soaked in all the power, he was still in need of grounding in his life. Upperclassmen usually gave him that grounding “you’re not so tough” dominance, while other classmates of his would line up to let him ruin them.

And this probably continued until, correct, the meeting of Jeff and Mutt (or as the fandom likes to call this era “Fire and Reign” Michael) was when he stopped having any sort of desire to be submissive. It just wasn’t a thing. He respected few people, and he was not about to let someone walk into his life and make him do the begging.

It was his turn now.

Which brings us to outpost Michael, where instead of being merciless and down right mean with his dominance, he uses his seduction to slowly break down people until they were begging for him, only to ruin them and now beg him to have mercy.

But hey. Who am I to say?🤷🏻‍♀️💕

[beautifulfern]

Soft sub! Michael headcannons:

here goes for a first post! i am working on a short oneshot but I’m getting frustrated with it since I’m not a very good writer, so I figured I’d write some headcannons to ease my anxiousness.

- Michael always gets his way, this isn’t from him being a brat necessarily, but more about his partner not being able to resist giving in since he’s so sweet

- he loves to be told how pretty he looks, how good he’s doing, “you’re such a beautiful mess beneath me Michael.”

- might cry during sex occasionally from how emotional he gets over the connection if you are in a romantic relationship with him

- likes when you sit on his face, just likes eating you out in general

- likes having his ass ate tbh, give that boy a rimjob he will melt.

- enjoys being pegged (it wasn’t hard to talk him into trying it, big bad devil boy just wouldn’t bring it up himself)

- aftercare is IMPORTANT.

- he wants to be held and likes to rest his head on your chest, being able to hear your heart beat and maybe suck on a tiddy

sorry I’m sub Michael trash, and trash at thinking up this stuff.

[murderhousemichael]

Michael Langdon

RP sideblog for Michael Langdon. 18+ only. Don’t worry about the url, I’ll write as any form of Michael you prefer...

Outpost + Sojourn/grunge + F&R + Hawthorne + Murder House (Michael = 18!!) + other AU’s.

Bisexual switch

Open to any ships + storylines

DM for more details

✔️ smut • fluff • angst

❌ underage

[murderhousemichael]

so who’s gonna tell madelyn to fuck off and take me home instead??

[taehyungsgrowl]

Tonight's thoughts: sub Michael whining and begging Dom!reader to let him t*ckle her bc it turns him the fuck on and the reader being hesitant but reluctantly agreeing and eventually theres a power dynamic swap while he tickles her bc he's skilled™ and she's sensitive af™ and shE ends up being the one begging ;)) - t*cklekink!anon

T*ICKLEKINK!ANON I LOVE YOU OH MY GOD I AM SO THANKFUL FOR YOUR ANONS HOLY SHIT!

I am a big fan of a Sub!Michael (especially during the Hawthorne era). Imagine him being so nervous to ask to tickle you (drawing inspo from my shy!hawthorne!michael blurbs BECAUSE SHY SUBBY HAWTHORNE MICHAEL IN AN ANGEL OK) 

He’d be rosy cheeked and stammering around his words at first. He had only recently discovered how much the thought of tickling you turned him on. I’m def gonna quote one of my friends on here (idk if i can expose her or not for this kink but - “its a way to be submissive without actually being in pain.”) and that alone made Michael’s heart race. 

“C-can we try something different?” he’d toy with the hem of his shirt, nervous as hell for asking. 

“What is it, baby?” you’d ask, unsure of what he’d request. 

“I just - c-can I tickle you?” his face would be flaming with embarrassment. 

“What!?” you’d try not to let your tone discourage him. 

“It’s stupid.. I’m sorry for asking.” he’d turn away from you.

“No, no no,” you’d reassure him, “if it’s something you want.. we can try.” you were still unsure about this.

Coming to an understood agreement, you’d lay down on the bed and allow Michael to hover above you. He’d slowly strip you of your clothing while pressing kisses to your lips in between.

Once he had you completely bare of any clothes, he would attach him lips to your breast, latching on to them and sucking gently on them. You knew how much this soothed him; you slowly parted his hair with your fingers as he continued using his tongue on your nipple. 

His hand would come up to your other tit, holding it firmly; letting his thumb and forefinger tweak the nipple. 

The pressure applied would make you release a breathy moan that would not go unnoticed by Michael. 

With his mouth still latched on to you, his hand would sliver off your boob and grasp on to your side to tickle the indentation of your waist. 

Hearing you release a laugh made him moan around your breast. He would stop the sucking to kiss the valley between your tits. His other hand would mirror the other so either side of you was in his grasp. 

You’d wiggle as his dig his fingers into you, trying to squirm out of the tickles, “pleaseee” more laughter would erupt, “Michael!”

One of his hands would leave your waist and pin your hip down to the mattress.

You saw a shift in the way Michael looked at you. Obedience left his eyes; in the place was a determined Michael. “You really want me to stop?” he’d nip at your neck, his hand snaking down to your pussy. 

Much to Michael’s surprise, you were dripping. “You like this hm?” a deeper dig at your sides. You could only giggle in response.

“What was that Y/N?” he’d slip a finger into your cunt, slowly pumping in and out. His tickling hand copying the pace of his pumping. 

“Yes.. oh god yes” you would be bucking your hips into his hand not being to get enough of his touch.