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! :)❤️
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'Why me?' You though to yourself. 'Why would he ask me?' Mr. Langdon had asked to you come to his room after curfew, during your interview. You were confused as to why, but you felt as if you needed to, seeing as how he decides whether or not you live.
The day continued on as normal after your interview. Dinner came and so did curfew. You went to your room as you would usually do, and then waited a few minutes until you decided to leave. Your mind was swarming with questions, 'is this a part of the test? Am I going to be executed? Am I going to the sanctuary? Am I the only going to his room?' Your mind only came up with more ideas as you exited your room and made your way to his, quietly.
You stopped at his door and gave it 3 quiet knocks, as to not wake anyone up. There was no answer, so you decided to just open it up and walk in. Your eyes scanned the room, noticing candles lining the walls and a large circular plate in the center of the floor. You stepped in and closed the door behind you, trying to comprehend what was going to happen. You walked around the room, a small part of you hoping Langdon wasn't there so you could just go back to your room, and another part of you wanted to see him.
Your heart stopped as a large hand firmly wrapped around your arm and spun you around, your eyes landed on Langdon, who had a small smile on his face. "Good to see you, miss y/l/n" He said, not releasing your arm. "You too, Mr. Langdon" you said, nervousness was laced in your tone, "what am I doing here though?" You asked, noticing his hand was still wrapped around your arm. You looked at his large hand and found it hard to look away, 'imagine the things they could do to you' you thought, feeling a slight wetness form between your legs, squeezing them shut immediately. Langdon's kind smile came to a halt before quirking into an evil smirk. "I need you for my ritual" he said, calm as ever.
Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your throat, "a-are you gonna- are you gonna kill me?" You choked out, trying to back away, but his grip on your arm only tightened. His gaze softened, "no. But I do need you to strip" he said, releasing your arm. You simply nodded, looking at Langdon, realizing that he was already naked, your face turned to a bright red and you turned around, embarrassed, feeling that wave of heat rush through you again.
You took off your nightgown, and stopped once you were in your undergarments, facing him, asking for approval without words. He shook his head, "everything." He said sternly. Your cheeks burned but you obeyed his commands, removing the last bits of clothing that stopped you from being completely exposed to him. Once they were gone, you wrapped your arms around yourself to try to hide, he only chuckled. He walked over the the large plate and brought a knife out, making you gasp. He didn't acknowledge your fear, instead he drug the sharp blade up his long arms, groaning and hissing at the pain it sent through his body, you watched in worry, but something about him was intriguing to you, hot. The way the blood streamed down his toned arms, and the groans that left his perfect plump lips. You wanted to be the reason that those vulgar sounds were escaping him.
