summary: head cannons for Michael as your sugar daddy
warnings: a lil smut but like not a big a deal (lol)
word count: 1179
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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 caused 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 an 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 to 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 a 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.'
