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langdon-is-my-drug-of-choice · 4 years

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Intrigued Part 2

Read part one here❤️

Outpost!MIchael x reader

My Masterlist!

Warnings: Mean Michael, theres no explicit smut in this one, just a little something to progress the story, slight degredation, name calling

Your legs and hips were wobbly and shaky, visibly so, Mallory had even asked you about it, asking if you were okay or if anything had happened. You tried your best to deny it, but you were sure she knew something was up.

That night Langdon had left you there, disheveled on his desk, left to get cleaned up and redressed by yourself. His cum still leaking heavily out of you, dripping onto the floor. You had pulled your underwear back up, his cum leaking and pooling in them, a feeling that you were sure would last quite a while.

Luckily, it doesn't seem like neither Mead nor Venable had noticed that anything was out of the ordinary.

As for Langdon, he hadn’t spoken a word to you since that night, you didn't know what you expected of him, but a word or two would have been nice. Like a goodbye, or something, you would take any interaction you could get from him at this point.

Since getting locked up in the Outpost, you had become incredibly touch-starved, understandably so. So, the touch and comfort Langdon provided felt so, unbelievably good.

You wanted him close to you again, even if it was just the brush of a hand while passing him in the hallway, you would take it and cherish it, no matter how pathetic that sounded.

Something about him was, off, he made you hungry, but not in the way one would think. It wasn’t necessarily a sexual hunger either, it felt, different, it was unlike anything you ever experienced. You felt like you knew him, even though that was impossible, right?

His touch left you aching, and you had a feeling he knew this.

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“No need for rules anymore, chaos has won” you heard Langdon say from the other side of the thin sliding doors. You once again found yourself in a bit of a compromising position. You were mopping the floors and dusting the ceiling beams, it's not your fault you were assigned to do it in his office, it's not like you could refuse.

It's not your fault there was only a sliding door separating the three of you.

You heard Gallant ramble and rant about why he hated his grandmother, and you couldn’t help but agree, she was a bitch.

“So, you like leather” Langdon said matter-of-factly, you had to admit, that one caught you off guard.

“I, like a lot of things” Gallant replied, sounding more confused than anything.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, sound both scared and confused at the same time,

“Are you gay? Because I’m getting a real hit off of you” Gallant asked, his voice leaning to the more flirtatious side.

“Does the idea of that excite you?” Langdon shot back, and was met with a quick, nonchalant and very flirty, “Yes, what are you gonna do about it?” from Gallant.

You heard Langdon open the shutters, revealing you.

You were still standing in the midst of the room, mop in hand, still moving and working efficiently. It was a good decision to keep moving while listening to their conversation. You tried to look like you weren’t paying attention, and Gallant may have bought it, but there was no doubt in your mind Langdon knew you had been listening.

Langdon shot you a look saying ‘Got you’ with a little smirk before turning back to Gallant, who's face had heated up after realizing you might have heard their conversation earlier.

“Let's continue this conversation another time” Langdon said, sound almost a bit annoyed, now you were curious if it was because of you or because of Gallant.

“What? That’s it? How did I do? Did I get in?” Gallant asked quickly, but was met with no reply.

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“Now, what did I tell you about eavesdropping on other people’s conversations, huh pet?” Langdon said after Gallant had left and after checking to see if he was really gone.

“T-That I'm being rude?” you stuttered, clearly nervous from getting caught.

“That's right, now why did you do it this time huh? Morbid curiosity? Thought you'd hear something juicy? Come on, answer me” he said, slowly but surely walking closer while raising his voice at you.

You couldn’t talk, not metaphorically, but you physically couldn't talk, nor breathe for the matter,you felt pressure on your throat. The same kind of pressure Langdon had exerted on you during your 'interview’, yet he was still standing a few feet away, arms behinds his back, not touching you.

Your hands went up to your neck, there were indents in what felt like the shape of a hand on your throat, limiting your speech and ability to breathe. He could see you were getting scared, but he could also see how were getting excited.

“Naw, what’s wrong? Cats got your tongue?” he mocked you, smirking at your pleading eyes.

The pressure was released and you fell to your knees, coughing and gasping for breath. You saw his shoes come to a stop in front of you as he leaden down. His fingers wrapped around you chin as he lifted your head so you would look at him. His face mere inches away from yours.

“Pathetic” he snarled as he harshly let go of you and briskly left the room off to God knows where.

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“So! Who deserves a shot at salvation?” Langdon said enthusiastically to Venable. You were cleaning the banisters of the spiral staircase in the office as they were talking. Since Venable had taken a liking to you, it seems she didn’t mind letting you clean during their conversation. It seems she trusted you enough to keep you mouth shut.

“Lets start with, Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt” He said as he chucked her personal file onto the table and sat down.

“The Vanderbilt girl is a vacuous abomination of inbreeding, she'd be my last choice to propagate the human race” Venable said, you knew she liked to speak her mind, this time seemed to be no different.

She rambled about the purples, how she didn’t like them, and what she saw as their flaws.

“At this rate it sounds like you and I will have The Sanctuary all to ourselves” Langdon laughed. He sighed heavily and stood back up only to waltz over to Venable again.

“There's no need for us to be adversaries, Ms. Venable. Take off your dress” your eyes shot up at them, with the angle they were standing in, you could make eye-contact with Langdon, but Venable had her back to you.

It seems the two of you were equally as shocked.

“I will not!” Venable laughed, seemingly trying to play off her nervousness.

“Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination” even you could tell Langdon was bullshiting at this point.

“You can read my file” Venable said dismissively, clearly not keen on taking her clothing off.

You were suddenly hit with a wave of insecurity. Did he screw every person he was interviewing, would he have screwed Gallant if you hadn’t been in the room next to them?

“Your file won't show me what I need to see. Your shame. I want to see that part of you that humiliates you the most” he said threateningly while walking around Venable, putting his hands dangerously close to the zipper of her dress.

That was until Venable’s hand shot up to catch his before he could do anything else.

“You won't get a second chance“ he said with pure venom laced in his beautiful voice.

Venable dropped her hand, letting Langdon grab hold of the zipper of her fancy dress, wasting no time in unzipping it.

Was she really letting him do this?

You knew about her back condition, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, but you had never seen it, the was Venable’s spine twisted in unnatural directions. It looked painful.

Langdon trailed his fingers down the length of her back, “Doesn't it hurt?” he mumbled, it seemed like he was mocking her.

“No” Venable replied, clearly angry and humiliated.

“But does it bring you great pain?“ Langdon asked, though from the tone of his voice, it seemed he already knew the answer.

“Yes“ Venable said, you’d never heard her voice this shaky before, it was very out of character for her.

“Is this part of my test?” She managed to mumble, they were your exact words from the Langdon took you.

“Isn’t everything?” Langdon said, again, the exact same words he had told you. He briefly broke eye-contact with Venable to look back at you. You were now just half sitting on the staircase, cleaning it being the last thing on your mind. You knew he could tell you were nervous.

“So then, do I pass?” Venable said, the words still sounding scarily familiar.

Langdon leaned in towards Venable, the lips only inch or two apart. You held your breath, yet you didn’t quite know why your were reacting like this. All you could think about was Langdon.

“No” Langdon said.

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What?

AN: I dind’t expect people to actually like this and want a part 2 haha, so well, I’m gonna keep writing this, it’s really fun!

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langdon-is-my-drug-of-choice · 4 years

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Intrigued

A/N: First fic im posting on tumblr and I’m really new to this, so please! Bear with me whist I try to figure to this out!

Outpost!Michael x reader

My Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, sorta mean Michael, think that’s it?

The days down in Outpost Three were dreadful. You had lost count of the amount of days that had passed a long time ago, and every single room was always uncomfortably cold. The long hallways in the Outpost always made you dizzy, all the twists and turns, some hallways even leading to dead ends.

Right now, you were walking down one of those very hallways, mopping the floors. It was established right when you arrived here together with Timothy and Emily that you were a gray, a worker ant as Venable had said, why they got to purple’s and why you had to be a gray, you had no idea. But, as Ms. Venable had said herself, “The grays serve, and are grateful for the opportunity”

And boy, were you grateful.

You always followed your commands, sometime even doing more than you were asked to. After doing this for every excruciatingly long month down in this hell hole, you eventually became Venable's favorite gray. Or, the gray she hated the least.

Walking down the hallway during dinner time, everything was peaceful, at least as peaceful as it could be down here, you were humming a quiet tune you remember loving from before the bombs dropped.

You didn’t have the chance to finish singing your little song, since you were rudely interrupted by the blaring sound of a harsh alarm being projected from the speakers back in the dining room and the lounging area.

Your body picked up the pace as you continued to mop the floors, desperately trying to finish the damn chore. Once the floors looked pristine enough, you propped your mop up against the wall and bolted down the hallway, aiming to head back to your room.

You didn’t have the chance to make it all the way to your room, since the sound if two different voices cut you off.

“You don't sound like you believe me” you could distinctly hear Venable say. Her tone was light for a change, she even let out a light chuckle.

“Why wouldn't I? To me Seems like you've done a wonderful job. The walls are still standing. Your people are alive and healthy. Which is quite a feat, considering” the second voice said, the voice of a man, but not a man you recognized.

By now, you had propped yourself up against one of the walls, leaning against in with your back to the wall.

“Considering?”

“That three more Outposts have been overrun, and the remaining three won't last through the year”

“Why are you here?” Venable asked him, her voice reeking of confusion, but still holding a certain level of authority.

“Because it's only a matter of time before the same thing happens to you. The good news is, there's another facility, a sanctuary. This one's completely impregnable and stocked with enough supplies to last a decade” the male voice explained, his voice being deep, but at the same time holding some sort of boyish quality to it.

“You're here to take us there” Venable said, thinking she had finished his sentence for him.

“Hmm, I've been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival. I could take all of you or none of you” he retorted, knocking down Venable’s previous confidence boost.

“Those who make it, live and will continue on” he continued; his tone of voice however, soon turned dark, almost eerie sounding.

“Those who don't end up like my horses” he finished; his voice having dropped a few octaves.

Only when you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards you, did you hurry down the hallway in the opposite direction you came in. Hoping you weren’t seen.

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You were on your knees, poking at the fireplace in the lounging area. The rest of the occupants were sitting around, seemingly waiting for something, but what, you weren’t quite sure.

Even though your attention was mostly directed at the fireplace, you didn’t fail to hear the insistent clicking of expensive-sounding leather boots coming towards you from behind. From what you had gathered by now, you knew that Ms. Venable was standing behind you, so it couldn’t have been her boots clicking.

The sound stopped right behind you, Venable stepped down from her spot in front of the Outpost's residents. Venable’s hand found its way to your shoulder, grasping tightly, urging you to stand, and face the Outpost’s new found guest.

You did as you were silently instructed, standing up and standing beside Venable. You let you eyes wander to the man you had eavesdropped on last night, and boy was he a sight to see.

He was tall, with long strawberry-blonde hair the reached just below his collarbone. His beautiful crystal-clear blue eyes were scanning the room, looking at every single person inside the room. When his eyes met yours, you could feel you heart flutter and your moth fall slightly open.

Upon catching sight of his entire face, you felt your breath catch in your throat. You let your eyes wander his face, from his hair, to his eyes, to his beautifully sculpted cheekbones, to his jawline and last, but certainly not least, his beautifully plump looking lips.

He quickly averted his gaze, and faced the elites once again, his large hands clasped tightly behind his back.

“My name is Langdon, and I represent The Cooperative. I won't sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. 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. We've had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they, too, have been eliminated” Langdon said, your mind drifting back to last night, the conversation he had with Venable.

“What happened to the people inside?” Andre asked as he looked up at Mr. Langdon.

“Massacred. The same fate that will befall almost all of you” he explained.

“Almost all?” you said from beside Mr. Langdon, your breath once again catching in your throat once your eyes met.

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe The Sanctuary” he said, not breaking eye contact with you.

“The Sanctuary is unique. It has certain security measures that will prevent overruns" he continued to explain, almost sounding annoyed.

“Excuse me, sir. What measures? Why weren't we given them?” Ms. Mead asked, her tone being firm and assertive.

“That's classified. All that matters is that The Sanctuary will survive, so the people populating it will survive, so humanity will survive” he said while raising his hand to her in a dismissive manner.

“Who are the people who are populating it?” Andre asked again.

“Also classified. However, I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us” Mr. Langdon said, dismissing Andre’s question.

“The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique we like to call "Cooperating." I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong” Langdon said jokingly, almost laughing at his own pun.

“What is this, The Hunger Games? This is bullshit. I paid my way in here, and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing” Coco whined out to him, sounding pissed.

“You don't have to sit for questioning” He said with a sigh, clearly annoyed.

“What happens if we choose not to?” Andre prodded.

“Then you stay here and die” He said harshly. The tone in his voice was clear and demining, and you weren’t gonna lie to yourself, he was doing a very good job of turning you on.

“I volunteer to go first” Gallant said while raising his hand high into the air.

“I’m afraid that wont be possible, as I’ve already chosen the order of my interviews. The process should only take me a couple of days, so you won't be kept in suspense forever. For those of you who don't make the cut, all is not lost. If the worst should happen and feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these. One minute later, you fall asleep and never wake up. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you” Langdon said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small vial of tiny white pills.

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“Come, Mr. Langdon has requested to see you in his office” Ms. Mead said to you as you were finishing up your chores for the night.

“Now? But, I’m not finished with my chores yet” you replied to her’ knowing how mad Venable would be if she found out you didn’t finish your chores.

“Now, Ms. (L/N), he said he didn’t want to be kept waiting” she said. You propped your broom up against the nearest wall and hastily followed her down the corridor.

She led you tov the wide, dark sliding doors at the end of one of the corridors, you had been down there a few times, sweeping the floors and whatnot, but you had never been inside before.

Ms. Mead knocked on the door, but then the door slid open on it’s own, neither Mead or Mr. Langdon had laid a finger on it.

“Ah, come in, I’ve been waiting for you. Ms. Mead, you may leave now” said, ushering you inside and shooing Mead away. She nodded politely and left down the corridor, leaving you and Langdon alone.

“Sit” was all he said as he too, sat down behind the desk by the fireplace. You did as you were told, sitting down in front of him, keeping you eyes on the ground.

“Do I scare you?” He asked. You shook your head in response, eyes still on the ground. You heard him getting up from his chair and stalking around the desk to stand in front of you.

His fingers curled themselves around your chin, lifting your face to look at him. You could see his eyes wandering you face, then down the entirety of your body. At this point, you could feel just how much this man was turning you on, and all he had done was talk.

“You’re not quite like the others here, are you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” you whimpered, thoroughly confused, but at the same time, insanely turned on. He hummed, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip, parting you lips slightly.

“You’re so willing” ha said as he let go of your chin and leaned back into the desk, almost sitting on it.

“Willing?” you asked him, now looking at his handsome face willingly.

“Yes, willing. Willing to serve, eager to please” he said, and you couldn’t really dent it either.

“I guess” you mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

Langdon pushed himself off the desk with his hips, casually stepping to the side, facing you.

“Sit on the desk for me, can you that?” he said with mock sweetness in his tone, but you knew he wasn’t joking. You nodded your head and did as you were told, gently climbing onto the dark wooden desk and squeezing your thighs together once you had gotten situated on the desk.

“Good girl” he said, but as soon as those words left his lips, you could feel a new flood of arousal was over you, positively soaking your plain cotton underwear. He walked over to you placing his hands on your knees and prying your legs apart, coming to stand between them.

His hands trailed up your thighs, coming to rest on you hips. Your breathing was heavy, and you were positive that Langdon could hear you heart thump in your chest.

“Nervous?” he chuckled while sliding his hands along you waistline. This time, you nodded while slightly squirming under his warm hands. He chuckled a little at your response and reached behind you to undo the tie on your apron, tugging it off you and letting it fall to the floor.

He continued, once again reaching behind you, unzipping your gray dress, pulling the top part of it off of you, exposing your plain cotton bra to him. His hand soon found it’s way to your throat, pushing you back to lay down on the desk.

“Now, you do know that it’s very rude to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, right?” he laughed, somehow, he knew about how you had accidently listened in to his and Venable’s previous conversation.

“I-I’m s-sorry” you whimpered, finding talking a bit difficult due to his hand being coiled around your throat. He harshly let go of you throat as he started to rid himself of his own clothing, first his lavish jacket, then his undershirt, then his belt.

His bare chest was now on full display, and you were definitely enjoying the view.

“Sadly, ‘I-I’m s-sorry’ isn’t going to cut it, pet” he said, mocking your previous whimpers. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your gray uniform, pulling it off your body, dragging your panties down along with the rest of you uniform.

He stepped in between your thighs again, your glistening cunt now on full display for him. “I’ve barely touched you, and you already so fucking wet for me, dirty girl” you whimpered at his words, becoming even more turned on than you already were.

He reached behind your back and undid your bra, with some difficulty. Now you laid on his desk, completely nude in front of this gorgeous man who was currently unzipping his expensive-looking dress pants.

He let his pants drop to the floor, along wit his boxers, exposing him fully to you.

“Tell me what you want, pet. Naughty girls have to beg to get what they want” he teased as he slid two of his fingers along your slick folds, urging you to call out and beg for him.

“Please…” you whimpered out quietly, color flooding your face out of embarrassment. He grabbed ahold of you thighs, pulling half of your ass off the desk, giving him better access to you.

He raised his hand and brought it down onto your bare ass, hard, making you yelp.

“You can do better than that, pet. Now beg. Beg for me to fuck you” he said, it was more of a demand than an instruction.

“Please! Please, f-fuck me, please Mr. Langdon, please” you said, heightening your voice so he could hear you more clearly. He lowered his head down to your stomach, leaving wet sloppy kisses down your abdomen, teasing you further.

“Good girl, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” he asked, once again faking that sugary-sweet tone. You nodded your head as fast as you could just wanting him inside you. He came up from your stomach, grabbing ahold of his cock jerking himself a few times, spreading some of his precum onto himself, though you doubted is was necessary.

He lined the head of his cock up with your drenched entrance and slowly pushing into you. One painfully thick inch out of time. His hands wandered from your waist to one hand tightly gripping your throat to the other holding a bruising grip on your hip.

One he was finally fully sheathed inside you, he let out low growling-kind of noise, making you clench around him. He gave you very little time to adjust to his size, since he soon began pounding into you at a ruthless pace. Your moaning was loud, and you were sure that if you didn’t shut up soon, the entirety of the Outpost would hear just how good this man was making you feel.

“You’ve gotta stay quiet for me, okay pet?” all you could do was nod you head in response, but you didn’t seem to be keeping your promise, since you didn’t quiet down. Langdon put both his hands on your waist, leaning down and planting his lips over yours, effectively shutting you up.

His lips were soft, just as soft as they looked. They moved against your lips in perfect sync. The feeling of his lips on yours was almost orgasmic on its own.

You could feel a certain pressure building up in your lower abdomen, and you knew you orgasm was creeping up on you. Langdon must have felt it too, since he soon detached his lips from yours and slowed his pace significantly.

“Don't you dare cum before I say you can. Now, show Daddy just how much you want to cum” he instructed, making you pulse slightly around his cock.

“Please! Please Daddy, I want to cum on your cock, I wanna cum so bad, please!” you begged him for your release, and apparently, that was enough for him, because he came back to his previous pace with a passionate fury.

Thrusting his cock into you as hard as he possibly could, he seemingly stopped caring about just how loud you were being. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, and that was quite enough for you to start clenching around him as your orgasm washed over you.

Because of how much you had tightened around him, Langdon couldn’t hold back his own orgasm either. With a few more hard thrusts, his cock twitched inside you once again as he released his cum deep inside you, filling you to the brim, some of it leaking out and dripping down and onto the floor.

Both of your breaths were heavy, you were borderline panting at this point, but he was also breathing heavily, his face buried in your neck, leaving gentle little kisses along your throat.

“Is this part of my test?” you whimpered out weakly, his cock still hard inside you, twitching and pulsing.

“Isn’t everything?” he asked breathlessly, coming up from your neck to look into your eyes once again, still breathing heavily.

“Well, then do I pass?” you ask, feeling a single tear run down the side of your face.

“Yes, you’ll be coming back with me, pet”

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