#imagine

(smut warning)

-first off, he’s an asshole, and he might be a little nicer to you than other people, but he will always be a dick

-meeting at a big party his family is throwing

-he’s only there because his parents bribed him to be

-he stays more to the sides of the room, lurking and looking for more champagne because his parents have told the bartender to stop serving him, which makes zero sense because he’s a grown ass man

-he sees you and enjoys your face, so he comes over to talk with you

-this man is gorgeous and is used to women throwing themselves at him, so he barely even has to put on any charm

-but there you are, being impervious to his charm, and it makes him want you even more

-he tries a few shitty pick up lines and when you roll your eyes at him and laugh, he gets a little bit angry, because… like… why are you not sucking his dick in the supply closet yet?

-“wanna get out of here?” he asks. “I’m pretty sure you’ve been drinking-” “then you can drive, come on, it will be fun.” 

-he whines until you give in

-you end up at a breakfast place, I-hop or Dennys and this fucker whines about the alcohol selection being sub-par

-he’s kind of hilarious, in a shitty, privileged, way… but he’s also gorgeous so… what are you going to do? notfuck the guy? haha yeah right

-he talks a lot but he’s nice to look at so it’s okay

-spending way too much time at this diner eating and chatting

-but neither of you really want to leave

-he tells you about his family, giving you all the juicy details

-when he mentions hating the dogs you seriously consider dipping on the date… then you realize, is this a date?

-you decide that if he pays for the meal, then it’s probably a date

-the bill comes and he pulls out his wallet and your heart flutters in your chest because… it’s probably a date

-he’s still a little drunk, after all, he managed to convince an employee to give him a mimosa minus the OJ 

-so you drive him home

-when you’re sitting in the car outside his place he gets all whiney again, “come inside with me.” 

-he’s really not the type someone says no to… especially with his face being 10/10 and everything

-he’s such a charmer

-somehow he sweet talks you into going inside with him

-as soon as the door is closed behind you, he kisses you

-he’s BIG so… if you have a size kink, this guy checks that off

-he loves using his body to pin you against the wall

-he has a complete control kink. hella dom. knows exactly what he wants and expects to get it. he finds a good medium between degradation and praise. hella rough, choking, spanking, marking. gets possessive way too fast- you know, a gReAT gUy

-waking up the next morning with his arms around you

-he’s a clingy sleeper

-buries his face in your neck and refuses to wake up

-like, he doesn’t treat you like a one night hook up which is kind of odd?

-“do you have anywhere to be?” he asks

-”not really.”

-“then I’m making you breakfast.” 

-you’re kind of shocked he can cook. 

-you put on a dress shirt of his and follow him to the kitchen where he makes some decent scrambled eggs

-he likes looking at the marks he’s left on your skin, but he doesn’t apologize for them

-“so, we should do this again sometime.” he says

-he makes it sound so casual, but like… this man just marked the shit out of you, cuddled you, and made you breakfast…

-you go home and a day passes, then he’s hitting you up again

-his texts relly a lot on emojis? but… as if you’re going to not understand “”

-honestly, the emojis are just him dicking around with you like an asshole. like, why take the type to type out ‘come over so we can fuck’ when you can just send some emojis?

-he texts you the filthiest things while he’s at family events because he’s a dick

-he kind of loves it though

-a month passes with you spending at least one or two nights a week at his place and he gets progressively more boyfriend-like

-you start to see the deeper side of him, he begins to tell you actual secrets, instead of just the shallow drama that goes around in his family

-he adores cuddling with you? which is a shock to him, but it’s so relaxing to just cuddle and rant

-he likes playing with your hair, which is when he realizes he wants you to be his girlfriend

-he can’t imagine anyone else touching you, you’re his

-“wanna come to a family thing with me?” he asks, out of the blue. “ooh, like as your date?” you tease. “as my girlfriend.” 

-you’re shook, because he wants to introduce you to his family as his girlfriend. sometimes this guy shocks you, he has the capacity for sweetness, just prefers to be a dick most of the time

-so you go to the event with him, he gets you a beautiful outfit to wear for it

-“so my family hates me, but you? well, you’re actually a nice person so I think they’ll be welcoming, and if they aren’t, they can eat shit.” 

-his family is super nice to you and everyone’s shocked that you’re sweet and gorgeous

-in fact, they’re very vocal about it, “she’s way too pretty for you Ransom.” “is he paying you? blackmailing you to be with him? you can tell us, we can help.” “if you’re some sort of hired actress, tell us and we’ll pay you double what he’s paying you.”

-yeah, they’re assholes too

-Ransom keeps you close to him the entire night

-his arm is around you always, because you’re HIS

-he’ll fight anyone who looks at you the wrong way

-at dinner, his hand is on your thigh under the table and it keeps getting higher and higher because he’s a dick

-he’s way too into exhibitionism, and the thought of fucking you in his grandfather’s house is driving him mental

-lots of dirty whispering into your ear

-he’s a bit of a mess

-but you really ground him, especially at family events

-as long as people don’t try to fight you or him, things actually run fairly smoothly

-people can see how much he loves you

-like, he looks at you with such adoration in his eyes it’s insane

-no one ever thought they’d see Ransom-the-asshole fall in love

-he’s kind of whipped for you

-as time passes, he gets more and more calm and nice

-it would be a very sexual relationship, i mean, look at him

-he’d tell you everything, show you the dark side of him

-he’s really smart, which can be kind of scary, but you trust him

-he’d never hurt you

-he has the capacity to hurt people, but he’s so in love with you

-once he tells you he loves you the first time, after that, he says it a lot

-he feels the need to assure you he loves you, and really likes it when you say it back

-his family is so shitty, having someone who truly loves him, unconditionally, well, he’s addicted to you, and he’s never letting you go

-so many cuddles

-he may only be able to cook eggs, but he’s still a hottie while doing it

-stealing his sweaters, even though they dwarf you

-his clothes always smell like him and you love wearing them

-he has a huge kink for fucking you while you wear one of his sweaters cuz he thinks you look adorable in it

-get used to being mostly naked because that’s how he likes it at his house

-he’d pamper you

-getting you lingerie so you can put on a fashion show for him

-biting and marking

-he’s super passionate

-he growls… it’s a nice sound

-loves just cradeling you to his chest, he’s so broad, it’s so nice

-he’s always warm?

-i know he’s like… an asshole, but he’s also baby, and you just need to treat him like one sometimes

-i love him

Draw what your oc/muse’s Christmas tree would look like.

• What kind of tree is it? Real or fake? Big or small?
• What types of ornaments are on it? Fancy baubles? Homemade ornaments?
• What color of lights are on it? White? Multicolor? Something else?
• Are there other kinds of decorations on it? Beads? Candy canes? Something else?
• What is at the top of their tree? Something traditional, like a star? Something quirky, like a hat?

• Person A and Person B playing musical chairs
• Person A and Person B playing spin the bottle
• Person A and Person B playing beer pong
• Person A and Person B playing truth or dare
• Person A and Person B playing pin the tail on the donkey
• Person A and Person B playing charades
• Person A and Person B playing never have I ever
• Person A and Person B playing twenty questions
• Person A and Person B playing pictionary
• Person A and Person B playing would you rather

Draw what your oc/muse’s bed would look like.

• What type of bed do they have? A normal bed? A bunk bed? Something else?
• What is it made out of? Wood? Metal? Something else?
• What colors or designs are on their duvet, pillowcase(s), and blanket(s)?
• Are there any throw pillows, stuffed animals, or other decorations on it?
• Is their bed made or is it messy?

• Person A and Person B picking their pumpkins to carve at the pumpkin patch
• Person A making Person B scoop out their pumpkin for them because they are too grossed out to do it themself
• Person A and Person B seeing who can carve the same thing into their pumpkins the best
• Person A accidentally injuring themself while carving pumpkins and Person B tending to them
• Person A and Person B carving each other’s faces into their pumpkins (or carving self portraits!)
• Person A confessing their love for Person B or asking them out by carving a sweet message into their pumpkin
• Person A and Person B painting pumpkins instead of carving them
• Person A helping Person B salvage their pumpkin after they accidentally mess it up
• Person A and Person B making pumpkin pie with the insides of the pumpkins they carved
• Person A trying to put out a fire that Person B accidentally started while trying to light their pumpkins

Draw a set from one of your favorite shows/movies, but make it spooky.

What would the 5 senses (or others) look like as people, animals, or other creatures?

• sight
• hearing
• touch
• smell
• taste

• Person A massaging Person B’s back or shoulders
• Person A giving Person B a hand massage
• Person A massaging Person B’s tummy
• Person A giving Person B a facial massage
• Person A massaging Person B’s scalp
• Person A massaging Person B’s feet
• Person A and Person B getting a couples massage together
• Person A massaging Person B’s glutes
• Person A giving Person B a hot stone massage
• Person A giving Person B a full body massage

[TW: death]

Draw what your oc/muse’s coffin would look like.

• Is it lavish and elegant or plain and simple?
• What material(s) is it made out of?
• What is the inside of it like?

Draw something that incorporates these 5 things (or as many as you can):

• the sky
• a flame
• people hugging
• the color chartreuse
• something dirty

Keeping in mind popular fashion trends during these decades, draw how your oc/muse would dress if they were around during these time periods. Feel free to do some research and really get creative with it!

• the ‘20s (1920-1929)
• the '30s (1930-1939)
• the '40s (1940-1949)
• the '50s (1950-1959)
• the '60s (1960-1969)
• the '70s (1970-1979)
• the '80s (1980-1989)
• the '90s (1990-1999)
• the '00s (2000-2009)
• the 2010s (2010-2019)

• Person A grabbing something off of the top shelf for Person B who can’t reach it
• Person A walking in on Person B in a changing room
• Person A pushing Person B in a shopping cart
• Person A running into Person B in a store while Person B is buying something they are embarrassed about (condoms, laxatives, etc)
• Person A and Person B trying on different types of clothes and modeling them for each other
• Person A offering to pay for the next person in line, Person B
• Person A jumping out from a clothing rack and scaring Person B as they walk by
• Person A running into Person B in a store while Person B is in the middle of buying a gift for Person A
• Person A and Person B getting lost in a big store and trying to find each other
• Person A sneaking extra things into the cart when Person B isn’t looking

A/N- Hey guys! Here’s a little smut I managed to whip up. Chapter 2 of Dreams for the Wicked and the Pure will be out soon, hopefully no later than Thursday. Anyway, in the mean time here’s a smutty Hawthorne!Michael fix for ya! Also, if you have any ideas or requests my ask box is always open. I will write almost anything so yeah. Enjoy <3

Warnings- SMUT, mastrubation, degrading, chocking, fingering, oral (male receiving), Hawthorne!Michael, dom!Michael, sub!Reader, tiny bit of fluff (you’ll have to squint)

Soft moans echoed through your room as your fingers danced between your  open legs. Your eyes were shut tight as you pretended your fingers were someone else’s. “Michael.” You breathed  and rubbed small, fast circles on  your swollen, overstimulated clit. “Fuck!” You ran a finger through your sticky arousal and spread your lips apart. You slowly inserted a finger into yourself as images of Michael, the one person you hated the most, ran through your mind. 

You hated the fact that Michael, the rudest, most selfish person you knew, who constantly degraded, teased, and mocked you to no end, was the one person  you wished was there between your thighs. 

Just as you inserted a second finger in and cried out his name, the door burst open, causing you to scream and desperately try and cover yourself with the tousled sheets to no avail. With a simple flick of his wrist, all the blankets on your bed were sent across the room. Michael Langdon stood in the doorway, a cocky smile adorning his handsome features. 

“Well. well, well, look what we have here.” He chuckled darkly and  leaned against the doorframe. You felt heat blossom in your face (and belly) as his stare bore into your naked figure.  

“M-Michael, please go.” You stuttered unconvincingly, and hugged your legs closer to your chest. As much as you’d wanted him only moments before, you felt too embarrassed, too shameful to face Michael at that moment. He tilted his head and sighed. 

“Aw, now is that what you really want?” You looked away from him and stared down at the mattress. “Hmm?” He pushed himself from the doorframe and stalked into the room like a predator hunting his  prey. “Cause if I remember correctly, you were the one crying out my name only moments ago while you defiled yourself.” He kicked the large, heavy door shut while he continued  making his advances towards you. You looked up at him and bit your lip, his intimidating presence sending a fresh wave of arousal to pool at your core. You  swallowed hard as you watched him come closer and closer before finally towering over you. He grasped your chin and forced your eyes to his. “Answer me.” He growled.

The pit in your belly only grew as he dominated you. “N-no.” You whimpered and leaned into his touch.

“No what, pet? Be specific.” His grip tightened and his eyes grew dark with lust. 

“No Michael, you’re not wrong.” A dark smile replaced his previous stern expression as he released you. You let out a soft whine at the loss of his touch which earned a scoff from Michael. 

“How pathetic. The little slut can’t even ask for what she wants and instead has to depend on her own dainty fingers to do a less than half-assed job at making herself cum.” He spat the insult at you and laughed. “Looks like you need to be taught a lesson, slut.” His face was now mere centimeters from yours, making your core absolutely ache.  

“Yes Michael.” Without a second thought, you leaned forward and connected your lips with his. A moment later your hands were tangled in his blonde curls as his tongue forced its was between your lips and under yours. He slowly crawled onto the bed and laid you onto your back, allowing your body to be fully exposed to him.You gasped as his cold hand made contact with the warm, smooth skin of your left breast. He pulled away from your lips and relocated to your neck where he instantly began to suck harshly on the sensitive skin. “Michael.” You whined and moved your hands to fondle with the button of his dress pants as you grinded your hips up against his. 

He lifted his face from the crook of your neck and gave you a look of warning. “Ah, ah, ah.” He removed your hand from his pants and brought it up above your head as well as the other one, using his large hand to keep your wrists in place. “Don’t be a needy little slut.” His words turned you on, even though they were degrading and you would usually want to punch his pretty face in any other time. “Have patience my pet, I’m going to make sure you’re all taken care of, don’t worry.” He whispered and nibbled at your earlobe. A breathy moan escaped your lips. His hand released your wrists and traveled back down to your chest, giving your right breast the attention it had been neglected. 

He kneaded the flesh and tweaked your nipple with his thumb and fore finger. He trailed hot, wet kisses from your jaw down to your other breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple and sucking bruises on the supple flesh. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, trying to resist the urge to seek out some sort of relieving friction. 

“Fuck, Michael, please!” You whimpered and ran your fingers through his hair. His blue eyes glanced up at you through hooded eyelids as he released your nipple with a loud pop. He crawled back up your body and kissed you hard. He traced the middle of your stomach down to your pubic bone, ghosting his finger tips over your core. 

You let out a moan when he barely tapped your clit, sending waves of electricity up you spine. “You like that you little slut? You like when I touch you like this?” He began rubbing slow, dramatic circles on your clit, making it hard for you to breathe. You tried to respond, but all you could manage was a frantic nod of your head. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I quite heard you.” His tone was low and mocking.

“Y-yes.” You muttered. Michael chuckled and withdrew his hand. “No, no, please Michael.” You cried. You didn’t care that you sounded needy, you were already overstimulated from before Michael even came into your room and now he was denying you a simple release. You felt tears staining your face as you pleaded with Michael. 

“Did you really think I was going to make this easy on you, pet?” He asked and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, tracing your jaw down to your neck and collar bone, his touch making you shiver. You were a whimpering, blubbering mess, not even caring if you were making a fool out of yourself. 

“Michael, please.” Your shaky hands worked at the buttons on his shirt. You managed to unbutton all the way, exposing his defined chest and abdomen. He watched you as you traced your fingers across his pecks and abs before settling at the hem of his pants. You looked up with pleading eyes, begging him to let you continue. “Please.” 

“Are you begging me?” He cockily asked, quirking an eyebrow in question.

“Yes god damn it!” You yelled, finally having enough of his attitude. “Just fuck me already you asshole!” 

His eyes darkened and he lunged forward, his face so close to yours but just barely touching. His hand was wound around your neck just enough to make a pool of wetness grace your cunt. His hot breath fanned your face and his unbuttoned shirt tickled your stomach. “I think you need to learn when and when not to talk, pet. You know I was going to let you have what you wanted but then you had to go and open up that pretty little mouth of yours.” He whispered and put more pressure on your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You chocked out, fluttering your eyelashes at him hoping he’d finally give in and fuck you blind. But of course, Michael Langdon liked to keep things complicated. He let out a low ‘hmm’ before releasing his hold on your neck and sitting up. He quickly did away with his shirt and finally undid his pants, pulling out his hard cock, it’s tip an angry purple and leaking with pre cum. The sight had you drooling.

He looked at you as he pumped his cock a few times. He crooked his finger and beckoned you to sit up. “Come here, pretty girl. Come show me exactly how sorry you are.” You instantly sat up and crawled up to where your face was level with his cock. You took him in your small hands and stroked him up and down. You licked your lips before placing them on his tip. Your eyes fluttered close as you focused on taking him as deep as you could. It wasn’t long before you were gagging on his length. You lifted your head up a bit, relieving the gag. You bounced you head up and down, using your tongue to trace the long thick vein on the underside of his cock. 

Groans of what you assumed could only be approval escaped Micael. He laced his fingers in your hair and helped guid you. You looked up at him, seeing his furrowed eyebrows and parted lips. The sight of you on his dick like you were made him want to just throw you down and fuck you until you saw stars and the only name you could remember was his.

Spit dribbled down your chin and you felt the intense ache in your core throb as you sucked Michael with all that you had. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunted and tousled a hand in his own hair. The way he said your name only made you feel more turned on. You moaned, sending vibrations through his cock making him twitch in your mouth. “Shit.” He hissed.

Needing a breath, you pulled yourself off of him and leaned back on your heels. Michael cupped your jaw and pulled you up to his lips. He kissed you feverishly and bit your bottom lip, drawing blood. He pushed your shoulder down, forcing you to lay on your back once again. his hand traveled down to your aching heat, inserting two fingers without hesitation. 

A satisfied moan urged Michael on. He pumped his fingers in and out while simultaneously rubbing your clit. You didn’t bother trying to hold in your moans of pleasure. “Michael.” Your voice was high and needy. “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my fingers pet?” His blue eyes bore into your y/c/e ones. You nodded fervently while biting your bloody lip. His pace sped up and he scissored into you. It didn’t take long until you were cumming onto his fingers, yelling his name and a chain of curses into the room. He allowed you to ride out your high before pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth where he sucked your juices clean. “Mmm, delicious.” He purred. 

He placed his lips on yours, allowing you to faintly taste yourself on his lips. “Michael, I need you, please. Fuck me.” Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, the ache in your core needing more than just his fingers. To your surprise, Michael didn’t say anything snarky or anything at all. His only response was rubbing the tip of his cock through your wet slit, teasing your entrance. 

He was big, you not only knew by sight but by how he felt earlier in your mouth. You were worried about the pain that was about to come, but were even more eager for the pleasure it would bring with it. As if Michael could sense your worry, he stroked your cheek gently and leaned down to your ear. “Just relax pretty girl.” He whispered before slowly thrusting into you. 

“Fuck.” You whimpered as your walls fluttered around him. He stretched you out to your limits, filling you up to perfection.

“You okay?” He demanded as he began rocking back and forth into you. You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling a thin layer of sweat adorning his skin. You rocked your hips to meet his at his increasing pace. 

“Fuck Michael, harder.” You grunted between your moans and yelps. With a groan of acknowledgment, he snapped his hips roughly into yours. His pace was fast and rough, causing your eyes to roll back and your mind to become hazy. Michael’s grunts only added to the pleasure. “Oh my god.” You gasped as he hit a certain spot that made you see stars. “Right there, yes Michael!” You encouraged him and scraped your nails down his back. 

He hastily lifted one of your legs over his hip and rammed into your drenched cunt, hitting your g-spot over and over and over again until the coil in your belly snapped without warning. Waves of euphoria washed over you as screamed Michael’s name. It wasn’t long before Michael followed with his own orgasm, filling you up with his cum. 

Neither of you moved as you came down from the rush you both just had. Michael’s heavy breath fanned your collar bone and his sweaty body heaved above you. You lazily ran your fingers through his hair as you gradually caught your breath. 

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as you took in the situation you were in.

“What’s so funny?” He looked up at you and pulled out. You shifted and shook your head.

“Nothing, just surprised that just happened is all.” Michael let his own laugh out as he fell to his side.

“Well, it was only a matter of time before you gave into me.” He sighed and wiped his face with his arm. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, the lust fading and your usual feelings for the boy creeping back up. 

“Oh don’t act like you never thought about this before. Hell, I know you’ve wanted me to fuck you silly since the moment you laid eyes on me.” He said and smirked at you. Your jaw fell slack out of shock from his accusing words.  

“You don’t know shit, Michael.” You shot back. He propped himself up on his elbow and quirked an eyebrow. 

“Oh and you do?” You rolled your eyes and shook your head. 

“Get out of my room Michael.” You sighed. 

“Whatever you want, slut.” He winked at you before getting up and retrieving his clothes. You tried to not watch him dress himself but you found it hard to ignore the sight. Once he was fully clothed, he grabbed the sheets from the floor where he threw them earlier, and tossed them on your bed. “See ya later Y/N.” He smirked and opened the door. “If you ever want a round two, you’ll know where to find me.” 

Before you could say anything else he left the room and shut the door with a loud bang. You groaned and rolled onto your back, rubbing a hand down your face. You laughed and sighed. “Oh Michael Langdon, what are you doing to me?”

Hey! New imagines coming soon! Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’ve been home talking care of my mom who had a really bad accident. She’s starting to recover but she still needs help. Please pray for her!

I’m hoping to have something up tonight and maybe one tomorrow?? I’m going to try my hardest!! Love you all<3

Hello lovelies! Surprise, I’m still alive! I know I have literally been the actual worst with posting and shit, and I feel like I’ve said this so many times that y’all are probably sick of hearing it. Truth be told, I may have gotten a teeny tiny bit lazy and just haven’t been writing for the blog as much as I need to. It’s more of just personal writing right now but the good news is, is that I have almost completed Part 2 of Best Friends!!! I’m going to really really REALLY try to have it up BY FRIDAY!!! Saturday at the latest.

Thank you to all of the supporters who have been so so so patient with my pathetic lazy ass. I truly appreciate it! <3

On another note, after I finish with P2 of Best Friends, I literally have NO IDEA what to write next. If any of y’all want to send in concepts, requests, anything, PLEASE do! I would be very thankful for the help! 

I was also thinking about expanding on who I write for. What do you guys think?? I have some people who I have been particularly loving lately but tell me what y’all think. (It wouldn’t be in the DC or Marvel universe)

So yeah, I think that that’s about all for now! Again, sorry for being so inactive and lame. I’m really going to try to get my shit together! Oh and OMG I can’t believe that I’m about to hit 300 followers!! I can’t believe that I have so many people who read my work and want to stick around. A big thanks to all of you for the amazing support❤️! I appreciate all of you guys so much!!

Ok I’m done now! Love you guys! <3