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HEAD CANNONS FOR MICHAEL AS YOUR SUGAR DADDY

Older!Michael

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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.’ 

lucifer’s waltz

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii @jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon @codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

read part 2 here! DM me if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

Sam, Dean, Jack, and Castiel were cramped inside the Impala, in search for Michael, the older twin brother of Jack. The Nephilim was causing all kinds of havoc across the world, even managing to escape “angel radar” as Dean put it. It seemed as if Jack was the embodiment of Kelly in all ways (minus when he loses control of his powers) while Michael was the embodiment of Lucifer, always calculating everyone’s moves and having motives that he was planning to carry out. 

Jack and Michael’s thoughts were interlinked, meaning that if Jack thought something, Michael would be able to hear it. Though, lately, it has been dead quiet, with the last message being, “Watch this world rot in Hell for eternity, brother.”

When Jack told this to the other three (Mary was still on a long hunt), and they all dropped their plans, gathering everything they needed to kill a Nephilim. Mary had called her boys, and all they heard were her cries as Michael tortured her for his pleasure. They heard his masochistic laughs in the background, and for Mary, her cries were mostly from fear as Michael showed her the face many have come to recognize as the White Demon. 

The face, one with three upside-down crosses scarred onto the forehead, eyes the color of the darkest onyx, skin as white as snow, with dark veins coming down the eyes, brought fear among all things, even more terrifying that Lucifer’s true face. This was the face of pure, true-born, unadulterated evil. 

Dean’s car was pushed to its limit, the speedometer telling Dean he was going 40 miles over the speed limit, but, luckily, it was a back road behind a farming town. Michael was already influencing the beginning of the end, they all noticed, as corn along the edges of the field slowly turned black and died. Horses tipped over as their muscles withered away, leaving behind a fresh carcass that looked like it was already 5 months into decaying. Michael was stronger than they thought. Perhaps even stronger than Jack and Castiel.

They reached the crossroad where it would lead them to the Antichrist’s location, but it was still over an hour away. As Jack’s grace was stolen by Lucifer, he couldn’t teleport there, and that’s what sucked the most: a Nephilim was the biggest threat to another Nephilim. 

The hour has passed already, and they were nearing Michael’s location. They had passed through roads littered with dead bodies, a fog had come in and forced them to shut the windows and air vents bringing the outside air in, and the sun was blocked completely from the sky. The crops and livestock across the world had already - completely - died off. Only the humans were left.

Just as they were about to reach the three-mile radius of Michael’s location, the car slows, and - finally - dies out. “I thought you put gas in this!” Cas exclaims, looking at Dean with a glare. 

“I thought it had enough gas!”

Jack walks out of the car, closing the door quickly to protect his friends from the fog. 

When he hears it, the high-pitched cries of the polydemons, he knows that this is truly, irrevocably, the end of the world.

lucifer’s waltz [2]

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii@jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon@codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

author’s note: in no way, shape, or form do I sympathize with Kim Jong Un and Jong-il’s way of thinking and methods, I’m just using them as part of the dialogue in this story.

Jack looks around, the loud, piercing screeches of the polydemons going ‘round and ‘round him, human screams joining the mix as the creatures began eating the flesh off their bones. Michael was inside the barn, simply enjoying the sounds of the screams, and knew that this was humanity’s damnation. They brought it upon themselves. All they did was rape, murder, lie, hustle, and sell their own bodies for the sake of either pleasure, drugs, money, or just because they were sold into it. 

“Don’t be afraid,” Jack clambers back in the car, pushing torn pieces of a bloodied shirt - which he found on the ground outside - to the other three. “Cover your mouths and noses. Do not freeze when we go outside.”

“I never freeze.”

“C’mon, Dean, stop copying Black Panther’s lines for God’s sake,” Sam sighs, tying the cloth around his nose. His older brother glares at him before doing the same, Castiel and Jack already standing outside, waiting for their friends. The Archangel blade held at ready in Castiel’s hand, he takes the lead, Sam, Dean, and Jack holding guns with a bullet ready in the chamber. It won’t do much as they haven’t figured out a spell to create Archangel bullets yet, but it would slow Michael down. 

Castiel slides open the wooden door, making all four hunters see that Michael was standing with his back to them, hands clasped behind him, clear blue eyes watching the outside world through the small window. Castiel put up his hand that held the blade, taking a step towards the Antichrist when the blonde male calls out, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This rotten world turning into its true nature. One poisoned with men’s jealousy, rage, suspicion. I simply just sped up its process. You think that this is my doing? No, this is Mankind’s own doing, but you’re all too blind to see it.” He turns around, blood spotted across his face. “And you’re the worst of them all. Even worse than Kim Jong Un and Kim Jong-il. You both caused apocalypses to happen and yet you think you both are saviors? You’re just pathetic, weak men.”

“I don’t think I’m a savior, but I also do not think I am pathetic and weak!” Dean sarcastically says to him. “Reverse the ending of the world.”

“Or you’ll what?”

“Let’s just say that you will see your father again.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to meet him.”

“Where’s our mom?”

Michael clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Ah, you boys and your mother. I never was close to Kelly, never. Not even when I was in the womb. You think that it was Jack who killed Kelly? That was all me. I was planning to actually kill her and have her die with you still inside her (so you could never escape), but you just had to come out. So, instead of taking all the blame, I just put my memory of killing Kelly inside your brain so I could just watch the guilt eat you. And let me say, it has been entertaining. And to answer your question, she’s right over. . .” he drags out the r, waiting for something.

Mary’s mangled body drops from the ceiling, now a corpse decaying into nothingness. “There.”

Dean yanks the blade out of Castiel’s hand and throws it with accuracy at Michael, and they all watch as it lands a few inches from his heart. He drops to the ground, blood pouring over the black silk of his suit, staining it a deep burgundy. His eyes flash black and orange for a moment before twinkling out, and the four continue watching as he died.

And came back to life.

His blood seeped back into his open wounds, the blade flew away from his chest and landed somewhere in the barn, and his eyes opened again. He stands up with grace, wiping the dirt off the silk.

“I was always going to win.”

He looks at his shoes, drawing a small pentagram on the dirt that still had Mary’s blood soaked into it. Then he looks back up, eyes black and lips in a wide smile. “Ave Satanas.”

masterlist

! - personal favorite

* - series

x - x-reader

^ - smut

will be kept updated!

uploaded: 18.02.19

updated: 14.12.2023

lucifer’s waltz: (*)

↳ au. Michael is Jack’s twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

status: on-going

[1] [2]

someone new ( ^ x )

↳ Jon Snow and Robb Stark both had a crush on the reader, the reader is in love with Jon, they lay together for the first time (sort of like a flashback), then Jon goes to the Walls and the reader finds a different kind of comfort in Robb.

status: unknown

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sanctity ( ^ ! )

↳ the goddess of war, freyja, is put onto kattegat to aid the lothbroks during their future raids. both the seer and aslaug have seen her coming, and the queen welcomes her with open arms. catching the eye of hvitserk lothbrok, she treats him as no one has done before; as an equal, instead of a dog.

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brutus ( ^ * ! ) ↳ taken after the song brutus by the buttress, it essentially goes lyric by lyric, and the chapters will be based off the lyric i choose that day ! masterlist

gimme that ! (^ * )  shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn’t realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. masterlist

𝗴𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 ! michael langdon masterlist

PAIRING ➨ michael langdon x ooc brides of dracula GENRE ➨ fiction SUMMARY ➨ shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn't realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. WARNINGS ➨ maybe some smut in later chapters, death, manipulation, vampires, blood, it's michael, so there might be a few satanic references, though i am not one myself, the end of the world. the title is taken from the song IYDKMGTHTKY (gimme that) by type o negative, but it's mostly due to the vibes of the song. it's dark, sexy, and it always reminds of michael and the brides of dracula from van helsing (2004). MAIN MASTERLIST

o.oi :: too bad, so sad !

𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗱 ! michael langdon

PAIRING ➨ michael langdon x brides of dracula inspired ocs GENRE ➨ fiction SUMMARY ➨ shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn't realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. WARNINGS ➨ maybe some smut in later chapters, death, manipulation, vampires, blood, it's michael, so there might be a few satanic references, though i am not one myself, the end of the world. the title is taken from the song IYDKMGTHTKY (gimme that) by type o negative, but it's mostly due to the vibes of the song. it's dark, sexy, and it always reminds of michael and the brides of dracula from van helsing (2004). MAIN MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

the voice of coco st. pierre vanderbilt was annoying, to say the least. to aleera, marishka, and verona, it was worse than nails on a chalkboard, which was surprising because they had a heightened sense of hearing than the rest of the residents of the outpost they stayed in. whenever she began complaining, they would find a way to sneak out of the room she was in, going back into the room they shared against venable's wishes. "why can they wear that," coco points an accusing finger towards the three vampires standing together in the corner of the room, "and we have to wear this? it's not fucking fair!"

"aw," marishka placed her hands on her knees, which were clothed with the thin white fabric which shone brightly with small encrusted diamond dust, and tutted her tongue. "too bad. so sad!" she flashed her brilliant teeth, which, for some reason, always put coco on edge. she hated whenever the three women showed their pearly white teeth, something about the action seemed dangerous and wrecked her nerves. marishka was the only one of the three to wear pants, the other two opting for dresses of the same fabric and edging, the same concepts but different designs being put to good use.

coco never had clothing like that before the nuclear apocalypse. she crossed her arms, wishing she had spent her money beforehand to create something as beautiful as the three women were wearing.

venable stayed quiet. she never knew why she allowed the women to wear their own clothes instead of the purple dresses every woman was required to wear here in outpost three. something about them had set her on edge, and she never outright said anything to them about breaking the rules. yes, she hated the fact that they were not following her rules or the dress code she had put in place, but she did not dare say so. she just allowed her disgust show on her face, and that was all. she could not bear to go against them, for whatever reason. coco opened her mouth to say something snarky, but seeing aleera, standing to the right of marishka, made her snap her mouth shut and simply say a small, "hmph" while crossing her arms and looking toward the fireplace. no one dared to answer coco's question. they were all uneasy, being watched by the three women, which they had little knowledge as to why, and the news that had come to them that morning, that the perimeter had been breached.

who came close to the outpost? what did they want? were they inside the building now? here to hurt any of them if they were to come out any day soon?

everyone sat in silence for the emergency meeting venable had called for, the purples, the greys, all sitting or standing as they waited for any word. footfalls in the distance make them raise their heads, wondering who had been missing from the room, and verona, the vampiress with the dark hair, raised her head as she breathed in deeply. a smell of sulfur and death began coming closer to the dining room, a smell she hadn't come from anyone else but her and her wives. aleera grabbed onto verona's sleeve, looking excited at what's to come. what other unimaginable creature of the dark had come to the outpost? this one with the smell of death and sulfur, all but missing the scent of iron and blood that they carried themselves? marishka merely stared at the entryway, brown eyes gauging at whoever was going to come through them.

a man with long, straight blonde hair appears, hands behind his back as he wears a look that screams he is unimpressed. the smell became stronger once he stepped in, and the vampiresses stared down at his clothing. expensive fine black fabric covered him from head to toe. a long trenchcoat went down to his claves, his shirt made of silk and his shoes of expensive black leather. the inner corners of his eyes had been highlighted with a red eyeshadow, and the clear blue eyes that adorned his fine face swept across the room.

they fell on venable, and as he walked along the right side of the room when he smelled blood and death to his right, he ripped his vision away from the cane-using woman at the head of the table. they landed, instead, on the vampiresses who stared at him with wonder rather than the fear the others were staring at him with. they flashed smiles at him, grasping onto each other's sleeves as they continued to gauge him. like him, they were something other than human.

he continued his walk and looked away from them once he reached the spot venable stood in. he stopped an inch away from her, his face coming near her cheek as he stared her down, daring her to do anything other than move. venable turned to face him with a proud smile, but his glare upon her was unnerving, forcing her to look down and walk away, her cane echoing in the silent room.

"my name is langdon and i represent the cooperative," he began, sweeping his eyes across the faces that stared back at him. fear, determination, curiosity, and with the three curiosities standing in the corner, excitement. "i won't sugarcoat the situation. humanity is on the brink of failure." one of the women giggled, covering her smile with her hand. "my arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on earth. the three other compounds - in syracuse, new york, beckley, west virginia, and san angelo, texas - have been overrun and destroyed." marishka shook aleera's shoulder as she continued to giggle uncontrollably. mr. gallant scoffed and looked back at them, angry that they were finding the doom of humanity hilarious.

"we've had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they, too, have been eliminated."

"what happened to the people inside?" one of the men asked.

"massacred," michael says the word as if were a love letter, and tilts his head to the right as he looks down at gallant's grandmother. she looks uneasy, happy that she was one of the few that was still alive here in the outpost. "the same fate that will befall almost all of you."

"almost alll?" mallory can't keep her mouth shut, standing in the back by the entryway, her glasses reflecting the light of the fire behind michael's body.

michael sighs, hating that he was being interrupted again. "in the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe - the sanctuary." he brings his arms from behind his back and large rings, with what looked to be onyx stones set into them, glittered in the firelight.

"the sanctuary?" venora rolled her eyes at coco.

"the sanctuary is unique," michael was beginning to get angry at the people of the outpost, but was still in surprise of the same three standing women. "it has certain security measures that will prevent overrun."

"excuse me, sir, what measures?" ms. mead interrupts, but michael could not be angry at her. "why weren't we given them?"

"that's classified," he waves her off, however, having to keep up pretenses that he did not know her. "all that matters is that the sanctuary will. . . survive so that the people populating it will survive, so humanity will survive."

"who are the people who are populating it?"

"also classified," michael points both pointer fingers in his hands. "however. . . i have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us." murmuring begins to come across the room, people wondering who will go and who will stay. "the cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous question technique we like to call. . . cooperating." he shifts his focus to the wives. "i will then use the information gained to determine if you belong."

"what is this, the hunger games?" coco exclaims, hating over the fact that they were being plucked as if prize horses in a show. "this is bullshit. i paid my way in here, and that is the only cooperating i plan on doing."

"that's no longer a viable option, coco," the accented voice of marishka forces everyone to look at her. "the governments are all over with. banks, homes, and important places that were once the standpoint of our lives are gone. you, like everyone else who survived the nuclear fallout, are broke. money is no longer an influential power. everyone here is starving, the people still outside are starving. your best bet is to give food away for your spot, but oh!" she gasps, looking over to verona, placing a hand over her heart. "we have none. we are down to half a gelatinous cube a day, and you have zero control over it. so you, like everyone else here, are going to get questioned, and you will wait in line for your answer!" her eyes flashed, and a different look came over them. instead of the brown they once were, they became a white iris with a ring of red and black covering part of the sclera.