Michael x reader imagines :)
Hello!! I write some stuff, some smut, some fluff, some older or younger Michael, I happily take requests and I just really hope you enjoy reading it! :)❤️
Imagine- post apocalypse, after your interview, Michael couldn't get you out of his head, you were so pure and innocent, as far as everyone else knew. He knew that he made you squirm, the way you adjusted in your seat when he asked you about your sexual life, confessing that you're a virgin. He knew that though you played innocent, you craved him. He loved it. But what upset him is that there was something about you that he needed. Word count- 858 This ones kinda short, sorry:(
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You were sitting in your room after your interview, trying to sleep. But you couldn't. You had other things on your mind. You weren't the only one up either. There sat Michael, at the end of his bed, his head in his hands, visibly upset. He couldn't get you off his mind. He knew you wanted him, but he knew you'd never admit it, let alone act on it. He wanted to completely corrupt you. He wanted to take away your innocence, but he also wanted to protect you.
Something about you pulled him in. Your kindness and shyness. The way you blushed when he said your name. He wanted to destroy you in every way. He wanted you, and he hated how much he did. He tried to take you off his mind by doing his work, attempting to decide who should go to the sanctuary. It didn't work. He couldn't stop thinking about you, the way your hair framed your beautiful face, the way your eyes fluttered when you two made eye contact, the way you shifted in your seat when his eyes roamed your body. He craved you.
You continued to stare at your ceiling, the though of Langdon lingering in your head. You tried to take your mind off of it, but considering there was literally nothing in your room other than clothes and candles, you decided to sneak out and roam the outpost. You talked to your door, opening it slightly to make sure the coast was clear, it was, so you continued your journey, not really having a plan, other than not getting caught.
You closed your door behind you quietly, then began tiptoeing to the common room. You've been here before, so this wasn't that interesting to you. You did however, want to explore the books. Your hand scanned across the spines of the books, taking a random pick at one of them. You opened it and started to read. You immediately found it boring and then moved to another. Every book you picked out seemed to bore you. You've always had a very specific taste in books, all of these were far from it.
"None fitting your taste?" You jumped at the voice, already picturing your death. You turned around to see Langdon, standing in the doorway. "I-I'm so sorry Mr.Langdon" you scrambled, putting the book back and turning towards him, "I ah, I couldn't sleep. I'm so sorry Mr.langdon." You stammered out, attempting to walk past him, until his ring adorned hand wrapped around your arm, not allowing you to leave.
"I have have some more in my room, if that's what you're looking for, ms. Y/l/n" His voice like honey, pouring into your ears. "N-no, Ms.Venable would have my head, yours too, I assume" You lightly chuckle. "Don't worry, dearest," that name made you blush and look down, "she won't know, if you manage to keep quiet, that is." He smiled, reassuringly, but with a slight smirk, you knew he was implying something, but you didn't acknowledge it. You nodded and he led you to his suit.
He opened the door and walked you in, everything intrigued you, the endless bookshelves, his neatly made bed, but you noticed the bed sheets were roughed up at the corner, as if he'd been sitting there, pondering. He watched you look around as he moved to one of the bookshelves, grabbing a book. "I think this one suits you, y/n" he handed you the book and brushed your hair behind your shoulder, making you shiver.
"Thank you, Langdon" you smiled and opened the book, reading the beginning, actually enjoying it. "Wow, Mr.Langdon, you have much better taste than Venable" you laughed, and he smiled. "Michael."
His statement confused you, 'did this dude just call me Michael? What he hell?' You thought, he laughed as if he could hear your thoughts. "My name is Michael, you can call me that in private and only then" he smiled, locking his eyes with yours. "Michael, Michael Langdon" you said, his name feeling so good rolling of your tongue as you tested it out for the first time.
"Now, little one, you should be getting back to bed, before Venable ups and finds you, okay?" He insisted. 'Little one, that was so fucking cute oh my god' you thought as your blushed increased, making him laugh. "Okay, thank you for the book, Michael" you said and smiled, he nodded and you exited the room, with an ear to ear grin. His pet names replayed in your head 'dearest, little one' You thought, mentally squealing like a little girl. Your heart fluttered as you entered your room, plopping on your bed to start reading your book given to you my Michael.
——————————————————————————— To be continued;) Sorry I haven't posted in a while, a little writers block, I've had a lot of ideas, but when I started on them I started to hate them. Also, 150 reads?!?! THANK YOU❣️ it's almost my birthday too!! This month is actually treating me well, wtf?
