MichaelSugar Daddy Langdon - Headcannon

Michael ‘Sugar Daddy’ Langdon - Headcannon

HEAD CANNONS FOR MICHAEL AS YOUR SUGAR DADDY

Older!Michael

(Gif by your-king-cody-fern)

We all know MICHAEL would be one incredible Sugar Daddy and boy would he treat you like his Queen! But it CANNOT just be for sex. Michael would have ZERO interest in anyone who wants to use him like that, he’s all about the connection and your relationship is more of a deep friendship with many perks. While he’d be more than willing to have sex, just having someone who is willing to shower him in attention and care for his wellbeing would do it for him. Michael would get just as much out of you watching a movie with him on the sofa, or making him a home cooked meal as he would from your night time activities. 

At first he’d be all confused though. ‘How does this work?’ Every time you showed him kindness or just did something for him he’d be reaching for his wallet and you’d have to tell him firmly that you aren’t an escort or something and it’s not necessary for every little thing. He’d get all flustered apologising over and over as he tries to understand how to work this new dynamic between you. You kiss his cheek and forgive him, but there’d still be a one page apology note through your letter box the next day. 

Look at Michael’s taste - he likes luxury and expense, and once he’s running the Cooperative there is nothing you can’t have. He’d spoil you rotten with the most expensive gifts he could find, take you to the nicest restaurants and on the holidays. Michael would give you the world on a platter if you asked for it, and sometimes he likes to joke that he cause the apocalypse for that very reason. 

Speaking of his sense of luxury and style, Michael would be 100% up for buying you an entire new wardrobe to match his own. He’d drag you from shop to shop picking out leather, velvet and lace demanding to see you try on every piece for his verdict, before he bought them. You’d have to insist you had enough to get him to stop. No matter how you hide it though, a thrill goes through you every time you see his approving smirk when you appear in one of the outfits he bought you. 

He’d want you on his arm everywhere he went and flaunt you in front of everyone he meets. He’d love watching Jeff and Mutt’s eyes pop out of their skulls when you two show up to a Gala event for the Cooperative, you dressed like hellfire, matching him perfectly. ’She’s all mine’ he’d say, smugness radiating off him. 

There’s absolutely NO braiding his hair, but running your fingers through it is a great way to earn some extra.

If you’re having a rough time, Michael would just be able to pick up on it. He’d give you a good cuddle, open Deliveroo and tell you order whatever you like, giving you the sky remote to pick out a movie. He has to make sure his Sugar Baby is feeling better.

He’d start to catch feelings VERY QUICKLY though and withdraws a little, confused about how to go about advancing your relationship. Sometimes he draws back on the amount of money he’s giving you, trying to test if you genuinely want him for more than just his money and Antichrist title, and other times he’s nearly handing you his black American Express card. He’d be terrified of losing what he has with you and swallows down his desire for more, preferring what he has than nothing at all. 

After the apocalypse Michael gives you one of the best rooms at the Sanctuary, right next to his own suite. Though let’s be honest, you spend most of your time in his room. He forbids from taking you to Outpost 3 though, his baby is much too good for the leftover rodents and he sees that you’re taken care of while he’s out interviewing the others. 

What was Michael doing on his laptop before Venable and Mead came in? Skipping you. Filling you in on how well the poison apples plan you hatched together went. He was about to turn up the heat when they arrived. Perhaps if he hadn’t been randy AF before they interrupted he wouldn’t have killed Venable?  

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Michael wouldn’t ever push you into anything sexual unless you were 100% down for it. He’s a sweet dom most of the time, asking if his baby wants him as badly as he does while tying your hands together above your head. 

Nothing gets him harder than when you’re on your knees in front of him, looking up and waiting for his command. 

Mr Langdon. 

HIS PRAISE KINK! Oh my it’s at an all time high when you lavish him with compliments, tell him how well he’s doing and that no one can take you or get as deep as he can. 

WHO’S YOUR DADDY? He’d edge you till you were an absolute mess just chanting his name over and over again. Only when you’ve finally reached a volume that satisfies him would he finally let you cum. 

His libido is at an all time high! Michael’s up for it whenever and wherever you want - his office at The Cooperative, alleyways, the mile high club, even once in the back of an highly bribed Uber. 

UNDERWEAR. You let Michael choose it all for you. He adores you in red and black little outfits, but nothing gets him going like a little white lacy pair. Michael’s mouth is dropping open as you stand before him in that lily white lingerie set, perhaps if you really want to go for it you don a pair of wings too - ‘Come on Mr Langdon, ruin me.’ He wouldn’t stop till he’s stained every part of the fabric with his cum, sweat and even a little blood if you’re ready for that. 

He lost his MIND that time you showed up at Kineros Robotics asking to see him with a delivery. He’d let you through at once, despite what security has to say and once you’re inside his office he locks the door, ‘you know I don’t mix my work with my pleasure, baby.’ You’d be full of fake apologies, slithering over to him and depositing yourself in his lap at his desk. ‘I’m sorry, Mr Langdon. I missed you taking care of me. Will you do it for me now?’ He’d be unbuttoning his trousers in a heartbeat, cancelling all his meetings for the day to keep you in his office. He’d have you sit on his lap, his cock buried inside you while he worked, staying rock hard as you worm round in his lap trying to get off. Michael would tap you on the cheek, ‘I’m concentrating, baby. You showed up here and daddy’s got to work.’ You’d be so frustrated, wriggling and panting till FINALLY he lets you bounce up and down, shoving you down on his cock. ‘So full of little moans, you can be full of something else instead.’ 

Just out of curiosity, can you please tell us more about redneck yandere bucky? Like...how would it work...what would he do? How did you come up with this etc. 😂 ~💙

I honestly don’t know lolol. It just came to me while I was reading yanderaffections’ Yandere! Bucky + College AU hc. This was never meant to leave my head. But @yandereslut000 says hi :) also i apologize to everyone for this crack at 4am

Subtle and protective yandere

Real sweet to you

Reserved, doesn’t really have friends on campus, see him every now and then on the way to your 2pm class in the Liberal Arts building, but won’t officially meet him until you sit next to him in your Calc 1 class

Something about you just says you’re good for him so he pursues you

You two would probably exchange numbers in case one of you ever miss class or you need to collaborate on an assignment

Buck’s real smart, but would still ask for help on assignments—every now and then asking for your help with difficult problems he know you struggled with just so you can engage with him a lil bit longer—ask you when some of the assignments are due just for the hell of it so expect random texts at 10:46pm on a Wednesday night.

Doesn’t want to scare you off, but he realizes he needs to make a move before the semester ends && you never see each other again

Not an overt redneck, but expect to see him pull up in that ugly ass duck dynasty jacket every now and then

Drives an old, beat up, red Chevy truck

If the jacket didn’t tip you off, when you’d ask about his weekend plans, expect to hear something along the lines of him going hunting with his uncle, or going [to the] shooting range/fishing with his dad

Hearing stories about the one time he and his friend skinned and cooked a rattlesnake mentioned casually

Southern accent?

Drinks PBR?

Would stalk and harass his rivals, passing and parking outside of their house, maybe firing a few shots off in the dead of the night, maybe one hits their bedroom window and he’s gone once the porch light comes on? Maybe roadkill left on their doorstep or in their mailbox

Lots and lots of binge drinking once his yandere side is triggered. Feels everything strongly, so he tries to numb the pain, but all it does is just makes him more impulsive

Late nights by the edge of the lake and beer cans strewn about near the tires of his truck? 

Crimes of passion?

Still has half the mind to isolate his victims

Ideally, he’d lure his rival out into the middle of the woods and shoot them point blank in the back of the head

Hunting selfies

Will try to share his kill with you to eat

Kidnap you and keep you trapped in a rundown cabin in the middle of the woods that lack the bare necessities—you’ll need his help with whatever you’re doing

Reject him enough and he’ll probably shoot you in a fit of rage && bury you in the woods somewhere

“Fine, if I can’t have you, then nobody can.”

Would not kill himself after

When you see an attractive fictional character and you trying to figure out ways to make them yandere

Yeah Fili and Kili are great but WHERE'S MY MERRY AND PIPPIN REPRESENTATION???

Sweet Dreams are Made of This ✧a lewd Peter Parker imagine✧

       Peter’s entire body shuddered when the tip of his cock sheathed itself inside of you. The warmth was incomparable. Unlike anything! The way he felt, being connected to you this way was a religious experience and he wasn’t even inside yet.

“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.” He moaned your name to himself like a prayer as he steadily rocked his hips. Trying so hard to burn this memory into his brain. He never wanted to forget. Let this be the last memory that flashes through his mind when he dies, please.

   The shallow mewls that fell from your lips wracked him with more shivers and he leaned forward to press his sweat slick forehead to your own, chocolate curls brushing your brow.

“Y/n look at me. Look at me, baby.” Your eyes previously squeezed shut opened to blink up at him. So close, everything was so close, but there was no where else you wanted to be.

“A-are—” a moan cut him off. He’s trying so hard to hold back. So hard to keep his hips still and from thrusting into you down to the hilt until the only thing that matters to you is him. Every instinct is screaming for him to ravage you now until neither of you can move or pull yourselves apart, but this has to be perfect.

This is your moment together.

“Are you ready?” For me. For This. For what we’re going to do, something I’ll never let you turn back from.

A trembling hand moves to cup your cheek, warm against his calloused palm. The other hand sneaks low to caress your throbbing sex and the sharp buck you involuntarily give has his eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull.

Your hand cups his, you’re shivering beneath him and so ready he can almost taste it.

Your other hand brushes his aside to gently touch the point where you two connect. His length flushes, he’s so aware of everything. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. “Please…” Breathy and weak for him, but the same spark he loves ignites in your eyes.

 “Hurry, please.” Another gasp, “I want you, Peter.”

That’s all he needs before he takes your hands in his, clasping tightly, bracing you when one deep thrust shatters any boundary between friends and soulmates that may have been between you.

You cry out, walls fluttering around his cock and he only allows himself to enjoy it for a second before he’s clumsily working a steady pace. So, dedicated to making you climax beneath him.

“This is perfect, Y/n. You’re perfect.” A thrust that makes your vision burn white. “Perfect for me.”

“Don’t we fit perfectly together?” He’s bucking erratically, driving into you so deep you think you might break. “I knew it was meant to be. I knew it would feel good, but this is…It feels like I’ve lived my entire life to share this with you.”

An expert roll of his hips has your toes curling, raising you higher and higher to the peak.

Chest to chest, as close as two people could be, but still not as close as he wanted yet this would have to do.

“How does it feel, Y/n? Me making love to you? I love you so much. I want you to know. Can you feel it? All of my love. It’s spilling over.”

He doesn’t take a moment to breathe, everything colliding in his mind and thoughts barely coherent, but he needs you to know. Even just a fraction.

Moans blend with hiccups as water droplets splash onto your cheeks. He’s crying. He doesn’t know when he started, but his love truly is spilling over. He’s had to contain it for so long and now he can finally show you.

“P-Peter?” A sharp gasp when he hits the perfect spot inside you that has you melting around him, and you reach up and pull him to your embrace. Hips still rocking into you with reverie.

Fingers comb his matted locks and your blown pupils meet his teary gaze.

“I love you, Peter.”

“Y-You r-really—” You feel his cock throb inside so clearly that you know you’re close.

“I love you. Only you.”

“I love y-you, Y/n. All of this—everything that I do is all for you…”

God, you’re clenching around him deliciously, but he can’t yet. You have to take the fall first and he’ll follow after.

“Then kiss me.”

Lips touch surprisingly gentle like the first time. One hand splays over your hip to pull you as close as close can be, he’s going to make you see stars. The other returns to stimulate your clit.

Every gasp and moan he swallows greedily as if this is truly what he lives for.

When you cum he follows soon after.

 Peter’s eyes open to see his dark ceiling. Sweat and a sticky fluid coat his chest and his legs are tingled in the thin bed sheets. His body trembles from aftershocks of pleasure, phantom touches from you keeping him blissed, but he knows this pleasure is nothing compared to what it must be like with you.

What time was it now? Probably too late to call while he rubs another one out. What were you doing? Was it too much to hope you were dreaming of him?

He reached for the Kleenex to wipe off while the other hand still clutched your panties like a talisman.

They had been your favorite pair once but had disappeared. Peter personally considered them a lucky pair because you wore them the first time you had met.

“I’m sure nothing beats the real thing...Wait, for me, Y/n.”

Galaxy brain moment: a yandere Boomer would just be an extremely good boy, perhaps even too good of a boy. Watch him go for the jugular when Jacob scowls at the deputy.

Boomer just wants to be your best boy, even if it means scaring off all your guns for hire and attempting to bite the balls off the Seeds so they can’t have their way with you.