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F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon
Michael Langdon x Fem!reader
Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?
CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.
WC: 3.2k
A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙
You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.
It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.
It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.
This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.
For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.
From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.
While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.
Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.
"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.
While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.
You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.
He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.
What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.
No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.
Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.
"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.
You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.
You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.
You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.
"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.
Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.
The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.
You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.
When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.
Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.
You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.
"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.
"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.
Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.
"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.
You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.
"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.
Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.
"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.
Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.
"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.
Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.
You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.
"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.
It was never a dull moment with her around.
"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.
Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.
You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.
You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.
You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.
You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.
You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.
You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"
You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.
"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.
No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.
You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.
"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.
You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.
Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.
Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.
When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.
Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.
"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.
You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.
Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.
The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.
Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.
"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.
Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.
The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.
The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.
Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.
"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.
Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.
You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.
Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.
"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.
You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.
Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.
Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.
Now all that was left to do was to wait.
You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.
You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.
"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.
You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.
"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.
Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.
Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.
"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.
You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.
Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.
You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.
She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.
You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.
Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.
The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.
"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.
Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.
"What's happening?" Madison shouted.
"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.
"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.
You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.
"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.
You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.
"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.
As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.
She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."
Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.
"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.
"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.
Your stomach dropped.
"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.
Zoe sighed in frustration.
'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"
Dammit. Was it that obvious?
"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.
Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."
You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.
"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.
You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.
"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.
You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.
As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.
"What the hell-"
You looked up to see Michael looming above you.
"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.
"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.
Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.
"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.
"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.
"I don't care, what we have is more important."
"Don't you agree?"
Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.
"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.
"Please..." Michael stammered.
You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.
"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.
That was it for you.
"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.
You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.
The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.
Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.
He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.
"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.
"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.
You laughed and kissed him again.
Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.
Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.
"God you're so beautiful."
You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.
Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.
"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.
"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.
'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.
His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.
You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.
Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.
Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.
"Well someone's excited." You stated.
"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.
You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.
"Want me to take care of that for you?"
Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.
"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.
You frowned, disappointed. He was right.
"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.
You smiled,
"That works for me."
On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.
"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.
"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.
Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.
"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.
You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.
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SCARS
Summary: What is the part of you that humiliates you the most?
(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)
‘‘Take off your dress.’’
‘‘ ...what?!’’
‘‘You won’t get a second chance, Y/N.’’
‘‘Please…’’ you beg as a powerful wave of terrible memories arises in your mind, making you feel sick.
(Take off all of your clothes)
‘‘Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination,’’ Mr. Langdon says and you nod in response immediately, too scared to go against him on this.
He stands behind you and unzips the back of your gray dress, slowly. You just close your eyes wishing the earth would swallow you. The dress falls to the floor leaving you just in your underwear.
There are scratches and deep scars all over your back. Mr. Langdon runs his fingers through your injured skin.
‘‘Who?’’ he asks, hoarsely.
‘‘My stepfather.’’
He hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again.
‘‘And... did he get what his deserved?’’
‘‘I set him on fire with the same alcohol he spilled out in his sleep,’’ you spit with pure hatred in your voice.
‘‘Good’’, he says behind you.
.....
...
‘‘... Have I passed the test, Mr. Langdon? C-can I put my dress back on?’’
He stands in front of you with a creepy smirk drawns in his face.
‘‘You’ve been a survivor all your life, why would it be different now?’’
‘‘Thank you.’’
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ghost [xavier plympton x reader]
[ inspired from ahs 1984, and of course written by me. super cheesy smut fic since i wrote this over a year ago and it has been sitting in my drafts, but why not post it for my ahs lovers. enjoy! ]
word count - 2.4k
[summary: the reader is a counselor at the former camp redwood, now camp meadow, and meets a very friendly, yet also flirtatious ghost during her first night.]
[warnings: dirty talk, oral, unprotected sex]
regardless of how much my mom and i argued, i continued to deny her stupid reasons to not work at camp meadow the summer. the second massacre of 1984 was not even in the current century, so i knew not to overreact about any possible harm coming my way. i loved a good thrill anyway, so maybe some stupid kids pretending to be the night stalker or mr. jingles would be the most enjoyable portion of the long week anyway.
after finally convincing my friend [y/f/n] to come with me, i was felt my decision was for the best. the drive was a few hours long and once we arrived, we were able to meet our fellow counselors and the head counselor, who seemed nice enough, and not very strict whatsoever.
"i'm going to try my hardest to make this week enjoyable for not only the kids, but the counselors as well." miss thompson smiled at us, nodding her head with respect towards the young group. "i know this place has a lot of bad memories, but with a new name, new cabins, and much more, we can make newer, better memories. if you guys have any concerns or questions, please let me know. i'm available anytime."
[y/f/n] nods, then raises her hand, which miss thompson acknowledges immediately. "what about showers? we haven't gone over that yet."
miss thompson told us we had to shower before midnight, to make sure we had hot water the next morning for the kids, in case they needed a bath or anything of the sort.
after taking turns one by one, i was last in line for my shower. i decided to wait until it was dark, so i didn't have any concerns about my friends coming to prank me with stupid, useless scares. they were all tired, cuddled up in their bunks and ready to prepare for the next morning, which would be extremely busy with the amount of kids the head counselor said we were expecting.
i grab my towel and a change of clothes, along with my razor, and made my way towards the showers. i set everything down before stripping off my baggy, light washed jeans and plain black crop top, then turn the water on, waiting until it's hot enough to step into.
i close my eyes, humming quietly to myself as i wet my hair, reaching over to grab the shampoo bottle. i squirt it into my hand, then sigh upon realizing it's all out.
"just fucking fantastic." i scoff, setting the bottle down and just deciding to shave instead. i grab the bar of soap and lather my right leg up, grabbing the razor and sliding it against my skin.
while doing so, i feel a cold gust of wind against my heated, wet skin, looking up with confusion as it suddenly stops. i shake my head, ignoring the situation and going back to my legs. after shaving, i set the razor down and glance to the shower next to me, seeing there was no shampoo in there, either. i really preferred to wash my hair tonight, knowing that it would be funky the next day, since we were expected to take the kids in canoes and swimming.
"looking for this?" i hear a low masculine voice, making me jump and squeak in surprise, turning around to see a blonde boy, dressed in a pair of white khakis and a teal sweatshirt, with a pair of white high-top converse. he had one silver cross earring, which hung on his right ear and shook as he stepped closer, holding a small shampoo bottle in his hand.
i blink numerous times, trying to fathom the fact that the boy was really there. he looked like he belonged in a different universe, or era, to say the least. i step closer and grab it from him, squeezing it in my hands to assure what was happening was actually real. i realize that if this is real, i'm bare ass naked in front of this random guy.
i snatch the towel from the sink, holding it over my body as my cheeks begin to heaten, and not just from the hot water. "who the fuck are you? and why the fuck are you in here while i'm showering?!"
he ran his fingers through his blonde highlights, laughing to himself, as if the situation was amusing. "well, i actually live here. i heard you and your buddies talking about the massacres that took place here earlier today. kinda disappointed you don't recognize me."
i wrap the towel around myself, stepping closer to him, and crossing my arms in complete confusion. "i'm sorry, but i don't think anyone just casually lives at camp meadow. this is like, a summer camp. i don't think it's legal to live here unless you own the camp, and the person who owns this place is a woman. so, i ask again, who are you, and why in the hell should i recognize you?"
"i'm xavier!" he yells in frustration, seeming offended i didn't know this infamous name. "xavier plympton. i was one of the few who were killed here in the '84 massacre. you haven't read up on the conspiracy there's ghosts here? you're looking at one from the 80's." he winks, watching as my eyes widen in shock.
"there's no way." i shake my head, looking at him from head to toe, completely flabbergasted by his unrealistic explanation. "ghosts can't just live here on earth forever, right? i thought you guys would at least go to heaven or hell, or something. not that i believe in that shit, but you'd at least go somewhere other than here."
xavier shrugged, taking a step closer to me, reaching his hand to my bare, wet shoulder. he smiled, sighing as he felt my skin. "i wish i felt like this again. being a ghost sucks sometimes. i feel so empty, so inhuman. i haven't felt someone so warm, so human, in years."
i pull back, pushing his hand off of me. "okay, um, xavier plympton. sorry to disappoint, but you probably won't be feeling this human ever again. now if you'll excuse me, i really need to wash my hair. thank you for the shampoo, but i seriously need you to leave."
he sighed, crossing his arms and lightly tapping his foot in annoyance at my resistance. "come on, [y/n]. i'm the whole reason you can even wash your hair. one more touch please, maybe on your face or something? it makes me feel normal again!" he whines, making a pouty face towards me.
"how do you know my name, weirdo?" i ask, looking at him with annoyance and a bit of confusion. "and no, you can't touch my face. if anything, that's the farthest from feeling normal. that's just being a creep."
xavier walked closer to me, "i do my research. i have nothing else to do around here, so why not eavesdrop on the new counselors before they're here forever like the rest of us, hm?"
my eyes widen as i walk back, hitting the shower water with my back, and feeling the towel begin to get soaked. i gulp, trying to scan him for any potential weapon. "well, if you kill me, then you won't be able to like.. touch my shoulder or whatever.. i thought you wanted to feel what it was like to be human, remember?"
he laughed, reaching to tug the side of the towel, biting his lip and looking up to meet our eyes. "i wouldn't hurt you or let anyone else do so, [y/n]. you're not like everyone else around here. you seem different, like you aren't afraid of a fucking stick breaking when you walk at night like those other pussy counselors. i mean, you came out here at almost midnight and showered all alone, so it's like you were practically begging me to touch more then just your shoulder.."
i blush, crossing my arms to make his fingers break from the fabric, breathing in and out rather heavily, as i felt my stomach turn at his words. "what would ever make you think i'd want you to touch me? maybe that's your brain, just because you've only had ghost pussy for like twenty years."
"maybe, instead, it's because you excite me." xavier snaps back with a flick of his pink tongue. he grabs the towel, slowly pulling it back off of me, then tossing it to the wooden floor. he grabs the shampoo, squirting some into his palm before lathering it up, gesturing for me to turn around. he sinks his fingers into my hair, beginning to wash it with soft, relaxing strokes from his fingertips. i close my eyes, practically melting at his touch and feeling my legs quickly drench with pleasure as he begins to kiss down my wet neck and soon to my bare shoulders.
this goes on for a few minutes, when he then helps to wash the shampoo out of my hair, and turns me back towards him. i watch him strip of his clothing, except for his light blue boxers, which showed off his stiff, hard length, poking directly towards my wet pussy.
i chew my lip, looking down at his length, before locking our lust-filled eyes. he moves closer to press his lips against my cheek, then smiles seductively.
"if i'm going to fuck you, i'd like to do so in a place more, comfortable. for the both of us, of course." he explains, taking my hand and pulling me away from the water. i look to him, raising a brow, and watching as he hands me the towel.
i follow him outside, as he walks towards an empty cabin, several down from the one i was staying in. i let him sit me down on the bed, where i pull the towel off of myself and set it on the dresser. i lay on my back, spreading my legs in his direction as he pulls his boxers down. he looks at me with a grin, chuckling as he walks over to shut my legs, making my sit up with complete confusion.
"thought we were going to have sex, xavier. not play games, right?" i chirp, looking at the blonde as he sticks two fingers in his mouth, then pins me back down, sliding them to my clit, answering my own question. so no sex yet, only some foreplay so far, which was absolutely fine by me.
he came off as a man who wanted to skip the foreplay, but the second he pumped his fingers inside of me, i was thankfully my interpretation was wrong. i gasp, letting out a loud moan as he began to finger me, curling his digits inside of me with each thrust, in and out.
xavier leaned down to latch his lips to my nipple, sucking softly for a minute before pulling his head up. he looks down at me, pleased with my moans, while he reads my lustful expression.
"the minute i saw you walk into this camp, i knew you'd been needing a good dicking, [y/n]. the way you looked at those other counselors when they were introduced to you.. you've been wanting someone inside of you for awhile now, and who better then me, hm?" he talked into my ear, his hot breath against my skin as he worked his magic inside of me. "i could fuck you so hard tonight you'd never wanna leave camp, baby. you'd be begging for my cock from when you wake up to when you go to sleep. i can already feel how good your pussy is, so i may be begging you for the same later.."
i glance up at him, then down to his hand, as he rapidly finger fucks my insides. i'm dripping at his touch, my juices sinking between my ass cheeks and his fingers, visibly noticeable as he pulls out of me, moving his index and middle fingers to my throbbing clit.
as he rubs, i moan loudly, my eyes shut while he motions himself in front of me. he kneels on the bed, using his free hand to line up his length with my pussy. he pushes himself in slowly, as a way to warn me of what's to come. he was big, and it was now very obvious as he had already filled a substantial portion of my insides with not even half his cock. i nod with reassurance, allowing him to push himself into me, so deep his balls were pressing against my folds.
xavier begins to thrust, pulling his hand away from my clit and taking a hold of my own hand, lacing his fingers with mine. he smushes our lips together, the kiss entrancing the both of us as we become one through a sinful, yet so beautifully pleasurable act.
"you feel so good, [y/n]... dead or alive, this is the best pussy i've ever had in my life.. i never want to stop fucking you, baby.." xavier compliments me, giving me a wink as he raises himself back up. he keeps our hands together, thrusting himself inside as he lets out small moans, and continues to speak his sexual, dirty words to me.
he looks down at me, watching as my tits bounce with each one of his rapid, fast-paced movements. "how do you like this cock, sweetheart? so thick and long for you, hmm? you make me hurt with lust, babygirl. you make me want to cum deep inside you."
"please, xavier. please cum inside me.." i moan, nodding as i look up at him, my mouth hung open as he rocks my body in the bed. "that's all i want right now, for you to fill me up so good.. i need you so bad.. i need you to fill my pussy.. fuck.."
"and that i fucking shall." xavier pushes inside of me with one last deep thrust, filling my walls with his warm, thick seed. he pulls out, a small portion of white trailing from his head and to my pussy lips.
i sit up, panting as i pull myself off the bed, leaning down onto my weak, shaking knees. i place my lips on the tip, sucking the excess down my throat. he shivers at my touch, moving one hand to cup my cheek and insist i stand back up.
"maybe tomorrow night you can reward me with head, baby. you've got a big day soon." he pecks my lips, handing me the towel off the floor. "so why don't you go clean up, again, and i'll see you soon."
i smirk, nodding as i wrap the towel around my top. "xavier, please join me. maybe i'll wash your hair this time." i wink, watching him pull his boxers up.
he laughed, shaking his head. "i hate to reject the offer, sweetheart, but i need my beauty sleep, too. go get some sleep, because tomorrow night will be far longer than tonight's."
i turn around, my cheeks burning as i open the cabin door and shut it behind me, walking back to the showers. i couldn't believe i had just let a ghost fuck me, and that ghost being the xavier plympton. maybe i'd have to stick around camp meadow for longer than this week after all.
[ a/n - i did want to mention i will be writing much more in a few weeks - finals and college/work in general has been consuming a lot of my time lately, but i am hoping to find some inspiration for new fics soon! ]
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late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984
word count: 5360 (the longest fic i’ve ever written!!)
request?: yes!
“Can you do a xavier plympton smut/ fluff where theres an poc reader and basically they meet at camp redwood and xavier basically flirts with the reader alot an the readers a virgin and she has like this gold cross pendant soo his friends kinda pick with the reader about her being the only virgin out of the group, and basically xavier sneaks in the girl cabin on a late night while everyone is sleeping wakes up the poc reader and takes her virginity under the covers but she has to be quiet to not alert the other camp counselors in the female cabin…”
description: in which the good christian girl decides to delve into sin after she meets her fellow hot camp counsellor
pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected p in v, pull out method is used but fr wrap it before you tap it kids)
masterlist (one, two, three)
The minute she stepped out of her car, she knew she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. She could see the other camp counsellors gathered around by the entrance. They were all wearing skintight, revealing clothes. One girl with messy blonde hair was passing a joint to one of the boys stood next to her. An older looking man was stood with them wearing pants so tight she could make out the outline of his...downstairs area.
The gold cross hung around her neck felt like it was burning into her skin.
She swallowed her fear and forced herself towards the others. The crunching of dirt under her tennis shoes felt like a thundering stomp as the attention was pulled towards her. The blonde looked her up and down as she blew smoke from the corner of her mouth. “Who invited the Virgin Mary?”
Two of her friends snickered while the other two - a black haired girl and a tall boy with sandy blonde hair - shuffled awkwardly at the joke. Well, the girl was awkward. The boy was silent, but he was looking at her with a look in his eye she couldn’t quite place.
“I’m, um, (Y/N),” she said, ignoring the hurtful comment. “I’m a counsellor this summer, too.”
“I guess Margaret needed someone to try and keep her goodie two shows rules in place,” the blonde said. “I’m Montana. This is Brooke, Trevor, Chet, Ray, and Xavier.”
“It’s n-nice to m-meet you,” (Y/N) said.
Trevor, the man with the tight pants and a big bulge, chuckled. “Well, isn’t she adorable. Where did Margaret find you?”
“Leave her alone,” Brooke said. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N). Here, let me take you to Margaret. She’ll be able to get you acquainted here.”
Xavier watched as Brooke guided (Y/N) towards Margaret's office. Unlike the other girls, including good girl Brooke, she was completely covered in baggy clothes despite the intense heat of the summer. Which, he knew he shouldn’t have found attractive, but he did. He was so taken by her after such a short interaction.
Montana elbowed Xavier to snap him out of his train of thought. “Do not tell me you’re eyeing up the Bible humper.”
“Fuck off. I think she’s cute,” Xavier retorted, taking the joint from Ray.
“Never gonna happen, man,” Ray told him. “You’ll be lucky if you see her ankles this summer.”
“Or maybe not,” Chet added. “Most of those Christian girls are freaks. She’ll be on her knees by nightfall I’d say.”
Xavier threw the lit joint at Chet. The four remaining counsellors made noises of disapproval as the joint fizzled out on the ground. Xavier ignored them as he walked away. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he needed to get away from his shitty friends. Sure, at one point Xavier would’ve been laughing along with them at the Christian girl’s expensive, but this Christian girl was different. To him she was, anyways.
He found himself headed towards the counsellor’s quarters, which happened to be on the way past Margaret’s office. He glanced over towards the open door as he passed and noticed (Y/N) stood with Margaret. As if feeling his gaze, (Y/N) looked over and locked eyes with him. He smiled at her, hoping it looked as friendly as he meant it to. She smiled back, shyly, and quickly looked away.
That was all he needed to be wrapped around her fingers.
~~~~~~
That night, all the counsellors were gathered in the female counsellor’s cabin. It was majorly against Margaret’s rules, but that’s why they were doing it. If they were going to be forced into being Margaret’s anti-fun police for the summer, they wanted to have one last night of debauchery. That included weed, alcohol, and, if they could get away with it, sex.
When (Y/N) walked through the door, they were already well into their night of fun. Everyone turned to look at her as she took in the scene with wide eyes. She was coming from the showers, as evident by her dripping wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tank top that was so thin that it was easy to make out the outline of her brown breasts against the white fabric. Xavier had to shuffle a pillow over his growing boner.
“The Virgin Mary shows skin,” Montana commented. “How scandalous.”
“What are you guys doing?” she asked.
“We’re trying to have some fun,” Montana responded. “Which won’t happen if your goodie two shoes ass goes to tell Margaret on us.”
“I won’t tell.” All eyes followed her towards her bed, the one that Xavier was sat on. She put her dirty clothes into the bag and sat next to him. “Pass me a beer.”
Her request shocked everyone. Ray grabbed a bottle from the cooler and passed it to (Y/N). “You drink beer?”
“Well...no. But I’ve drank the wine at church, so I figure that’s the same thing.”
“There’s wine in church?” Trevor asked.
(Y/N) nodded. “Communal wine. It’s supposed to be the blood of Christ.”
“You Bible humpers drink blood?” Ray asked. “You guys really are freaks!”
“No, it’s not - ” Xavier cut her off by putting a hand on her arm and shaking his head.
She sighed and opened the beer bottle. Her heart was hammering against her chest. What would her parents think if they found out she was drinking at camp? What would her pastor say? They had all been convinced that the camp was going to be a place of sin and tried to convince her not to go.
But she had spent her entire life being a good Christian girl. She followed everything her parents and priests had told her from the day she was born. This was the first time she had ever made a decision for herself. She was a young adult now. If she wanted to drink, then she could drink.
There’s always the option to pray for forgiveness once the summer ends, she reminded herself.
She brought the bottle to her lips and took a big mouthful. When she swallowed the thick liquid, she cringed and began to gag. Her fellow counsellors laughed at her reaction.
“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.
“Here.” Brooke passed her some water. “I’ll make the beer go down easier, and it’ll wipe the taste from your mouth.”
(Y/N) accepted the water gratefully and took a sip.
The small mouthfuls of beer started working very quickly on her. By the time she had finished her first bottle of beer, (Y/N) was already feeling warm and fuzzy. She felt her body lull to the side against Xavier, who welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder, adding his bodily warmth to hers.
“Hey now, Virgin Mary, leave room for Jesus there,” Montana mocked.
“Shut the fuck up, Montana,” she retorted.
The curse was new on her tongue, but it tasted delicious as it spilled from her lips. Everyone seemed shocked and impressed by her choice of words, and she was shocked herself, but she was starting to like the feeling she was getting. Not just from the beer, but also from throwing caution to the wind and doing what most people her age did. Sure, she would likely feel some sort of guilt over the coming days about this night, but for now she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.
“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Brooke asked her. “The drinking and cursing, I mean.”
(Y/N) shook her head. “Never. My parents say cursing sounds unladylike, and binge drinking is kind of viewed as a sin, especially when you’re underaged.”
“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.
“It is,” (Y/N) admitted, shocked by the fact that she really did believe that. Her whole life she had been a devout Christian, never once questioning her faith, but no one could deny how strict her Christian parents were, or how intolerant some of her devout family members and neighbors were. She had never been around people like the other counsellors before. She never knew what kind of life she could possibly have outside of her religion.
“Are you even allowed to have boyfriends?” Montana asked. “Is that a sin, too?”
“Having a boyfriend isn’t a sin, but it is awkward to try and have any form of PDA in front of parents or other adults,” (Y/N) said. “Even holding hands is awkward.”
“So have you ever been kissed?” Brooke asked.
(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, a couple times. It was very awkward, but so are most first kisses.”
“Have you ever had sex?” Montana asked. Suddenly, (Y/N) became shy again, which caused Montana to grin wickedly. “You haven’t, have you? You’re still a virgin!”
(Y/N) shrunk back against Xavier, who held her protectively towards him. “Knock it off, Montana.”
“What? I’m just stating a fact, and the fact is she’s a virgin. Poor thing will probably never know how good it feels to have a big dick all up inside of her.”
(Y/N)’s thighs clenched together at Montana’s words. Of course she had thought about sex before. She was in her early 20s, she had gone through the crazy hormonal stages of puberty where sex was the one thing on every teenager’s mind. But she never got to explore those urges. She had been taught her entire life that sex before marriage was the ultimate sin, and that if she tried to...relieve herself, so to speak, that she would also be condemned to Hell. But, boy, did she ever think of how badly she wanted someone to finally deflower her, if not just to make the sinful thoughts go away.
Her squirming definitely did not go unnoticed by Xavier, but he didn’t bring any attention to it. The last thing he wanted was for Montana to have more reasons to mock (Y/N).
“I wanna have sex,” she said in a soft voice. “But I want to be sure of it. I want it to be with someone I’m sure of.”
Xavier wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he could’ve swore he saw her eyes flicker towards him when she said the last part.
No, there’s no way, he thought. We’ve barely had a conversation together, stop thinking so highly of yourself.
But...but what if she did?
He glanced down at her again, but her attention was drawn to whatever one of the others were saying.
Maybe I could figure this out later on tonight when everyone is gone, he thought, and the idea made him smirk to himself.
~~~~~~
The male counsellors went back to their own cabin once the night had come to an end. Xavier laid in his bed, starring at the ceiling as he waited to make sure everyone was asleep. Once the cabin was filled with soft breathing and snoring, he quickly got up and pulled on his shoes. He opened the rickety door as silently as he could, stopping to cringe when it let out a squeak anyways. When none of the others stirred, he continued on his mission.
All the girls were also sound asleep. Their cabin was nearly pitch black, with just some rays of white light shining in from the full moon.
(Y/N) was laying on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she breathed softly. Xavier couldn’t help but smile at her as he made his way towards her bed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like an angel, for a lack of better words.
He knelt down next to her bed and lightly shook her. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Xavier looked over his shoulder to make sure that Brooke and Montana were definitely asleep before shaking (Y/N) a little harder. She mumbled something incoherent before her eyes slowly blinked open. When she looked at Xavier, she let out a gasp and he quickly covered her mouth to stop her from making any other noises.
“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”
“What are you doing here?!” she whispered. “If you get caught you’ll be in big trouble!”
“No one is going to catch me. Margaret has been dead asleep since before we had our little party,” Xavier said, a cocky grin on his face. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“It couldn’t wait until morning?”
“No, because my response to the answer might need the cover of nightfall.” She looked at him in confusion, so he continued, “Earlier, when you were talking about losing your virginity to someone you’re sure of, did you look at me?”
She stared at him blankly. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”
She went to roll over with her back to him, but he quickly took hold of her arms and stopped her from moving.
“I’m serious, (Y/N), I need to know,” he said. “Because if you genuinely meant that, I might have to take you up on that offer.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Why? So you can brag to the others about taking the Christian girl’s virginity? I don’t think so.”
He pulled away from her, hurt by her accusation, but then realized that it was a very valid point. They barley knew each other and here he was, coming to her in the middle of the night because he thought she had inferred wanting to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t have the ill intentions that she thought he did, he clearly did not have any pure ones either.
“It’s not that at all,” he said. “I swear to you, (Y/N). I just...I’ve been very infatuated with you since we first met earlier, and that’s very unlike me because we’ve hardly talked to one another. But it’s the truth, I swear. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”
(Y/N) rolled onto her back to look up at Xavier. Her face was unreadable, which was just making things worse. He wished she would say something, anything. Even if she just told him to fuck off, with that beautiful, innocent mouth of hers.
Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.
She sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. “Okay, yes I did look at you when I said that, because I would be okay with losing my virginity to you, Xavier.”
With the words officially out of her mouth, Xavier couldn’t help but pounce on her. He pressed his lips against hers, stopping whatever else was about to be sad. He got up onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was straddling her still covered body. He kissed her intensely and passionately, but not so much as to rush her or make her feel uncomfortable.
She settled into the kiss very quickly. It wasn’t the first time she had made out with someone. Again, she had been a teenager with wild hormones once. Just because she hadn’t gone all the way with anyone didn’t mean that she hadn’t at least got to second base a couple of times. Of course, she felt guilty afterwards because of her upbringing, but it always felt good in the moment. And, in this moment, it felt especially good to be kissing Xavier’s soft, plump lips like this.
But when she heard the sound of one of the girls rolling over in their beds, she quickly put a hand against his chest and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here. What if they wake up?”
“It’s so dark, they wouldn’t even know,” Xavier said. “And we’ll be quiet. Well, I will be anyways. I don’t know about you.”
She wanted to glare at him, but he quickly ducked his head down to start kissing her neck. She bit her lip to stop a moan from erupting from her mouth as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.
She couldn’t lie, the thought of losing her virginity in her camp counsellor bunk while her other camp counsellors slept did sound very risky and naughty. It also sounded very cliché, which was what she wanted. If she was going to be giving into sin this summer, she may as well do it in the most cliché way possible.
Xavier slipped under the covers with her and continued to kiss down her body. He kissed around the exposed areas of her neck and chest, not wanting to push too far just yet by trying to get under her shirt. Even though he was trying to get into her pants, he still wanted to be a gentleman about it.
(Y/N) looked down at him as he disappeared under the blankets. She was confused at first. If he was planning to take her virginity, shouldn’t he be up here with her? Wasn’t that how sex worked?
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I want to make sure you’re ready before we get into it,” he responded. “I want to make you feel good first. Can I take these shorts off?”
She nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see her and said, “Yes.”
He curled his fingers around the waistband of her pants and pulled them, and her panties, down in one swift movement. She raised her hips so he could pull them down as far as her ankles. Despite the blankets still covering her lower half, she felt very naked. Even if no one else could see her if they happened to look over, she knew that Xavier could see her. And right now, he was very, very close to her.
She gasped and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth when she felt something wet against her core. “What was that?!”
“My tongue.”
(Y/N) quickly covered her mouth when she felt it against her again. She had never heard of this form of sexual intimacy before. When she was in high school, her mom had warned her about all of the “impure ways” boys would try to use her, which included them wanting to stick their penises in her mouth, but no one had ever mentioned a guy doing the same thing to her. It felt dirty, but also it felt so good.
She muffled her moans with both hands as Xavier continued to lick from her clit down to her tight, untouched hole. A wetness began pooling between her legs that he lapped up as if it were the first drink of water he had in weeks. Her body shuddered with pleasure every time his tongue connected with her. It was better than she ever could’ve imagined, and that just made her even more excited for the actual sex.
Something began to build in her stomach. A feeling she had never felt before. It felt like someone was inside of her, pushing something down from her stomach to get it out of her. She tried to tap Xavier to tell him, but she was afraid to lift her hand from her mouth in case she made a loud noise and woke the others.
“I can feel that you’re tightening up,” he said. “That means you’re getting close. Lean into it, beautiful. Let it happen. Cum all over my mouth.”
It was enough to send her toppling over the edge. She pressed her hands against her mouth as hard as she could as a scream of pleasure ripped from her lips. Xavier’s fingertips dug into her hips as he held her to him, taking in every bit of her juices that he could. He knew it was her first time having an orgasm, but he didn’t expect for her to become so wet and to finish so quickly just from his tongue. His dick twitched with excitement at the thought of being inside of her.
With one last kiss to her clit, Xavier began kissing up her stomach, lifting her shirt slightly as he left messy, wet marks over her belly, her chest, her neck, and finally getting to her face. Through the white moonlight, (Y/N) could see a glisten on his mouth and chin. Between her legs throbbed as she realized that was her slick on him.
He gently moved his hands away from her mouth so he could kiss her. The taste of his lips were much different, and she knew that was because that was the taste of her on him. It was all just so hot that she almost couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She was sure she was dreaming it all, that she’d wake up in this bed alone and unsatisfied.
Xavier reached under the covers to start pulling down his own pants, but hesitated a moment. He pulled away from the kiss, (Y/N) trying to follow him with her own lips.
“Wait,” he said. “Before we go all the way, I have to check in one last time. Are you okay with this, (Y/N)?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Xavier. Please.”
“Okay, but if you want to stop at all you tell me, okay? I know I just warmed you up, but it is going to hurt at first either way. If it’s too much, we stop. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said.
He sat up and pulled his pants down around his knees. His dick sprang free from its confides, standing painfully at attention in the moonlight. (Y/N) looked at it with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the first penis she’d see, but it was certainly a big one. She wondered how it would even fit inside of her.
Xavier placed his hands under her thighs and pulled them up so they were wrapped around his hips. The ran the head of his dick through the slick that was still left over from him having been between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, quickly putting a hand over her mouth again. Both of them glanced over to make sure Brooke and Montana were still peacefully sleeping.
“I’m going to put it in now,” Xavier told her. “I’ll do it very slowly, okay?”
She nodded. He thrust his hips forwards a little, pushing just the tip of his cock into her. He hissed at the tight feeling around his already sensitive tip. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever last when she was already gripping him so tightly and he barely had the head of his dick inside of her.
(Y/N) gasped into her hand at the feeling. Xavier pushed until his head was completely inside of her, stretching her out. The stretch was definitely a painful, burning feeling. It was like her body knew he wasn’t supposed to be in there and wanted him out, but she wanted him in there. She had fantasized about this since the first time she had ever laid her eyes on Xavier - a time she knew he had definitely forgotten.
He lick his thumb and lowered it between them, pressing it against her clit and gently rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whimpered at the gesture.
“This should help make it feel better,” he told her. “Just until I can get all the way inside of you, okay?”
She nodded again. At this point, talking was definitely not happening. Any noise that were to come out of her mouth would just be a moan or a whimper of pleasure, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the volume down without her hands over her mouth.
Xavier continued to push inside of her while gently rubbing circles into her clit. He looked between them and watched as his dick disappeared into her. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, trying to stop any sounds that might come out unintentionally. It felt so good inside of her that he already did not want the this to end. He just wanted to stay inside of her forever, feel her warm walls gripping around him, look at her beautiful face as it contorted in pure ecstasy.
When he was buried all the way inside of her, he leaned down and took her hand from her mouth so he could kiss her. He continued to rub her clit, but he kept himself deep inside of her so she could get used to his size. She moaned into the kiss, her body inadvertently jerking from the pleasure she was feeling. The motion caused Xavier’s hips to move forward to fill her again. It was just a slight movement, but it was enough that it drove Xavier wild.
“Do that again,” she whispered against his lips.
“What?”
“The way you moved your hips. Do it again, please. It felt really good.”
He smiled down at her and gently grinded his hips against hers. Her mouth hung open, but no sounds were coming now. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and that was all Xavier needed to tell him he was doing a good job.
He took his hand from between her legs so he could fully press himself against her. He captured her lips with his again and continued to gently thrust into her. The slow sensation was enough to make his orgasm build at a quicker rate than he would’ve liked, but he knew he wasn’t going to finish until she did. He wanted to feel her cum around him at least once before he would let himself finish.
Luckily, he could feel that familiar tightening feeling; where her walls started grasping at him tighter than before and he could feel her stomach tensing beneath him.
“Remember what I said earlier,” he whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me feel you cum all over this dick.”
She nodded, soft whimpers coming from her mouth. It wasn’t too long afterwards that he felt her clenching around him so tightly that he was sure she was going to rip his dick off just with her pussy. He kissed her hard, muffling her cries of pleasure. His hips were stilled as he let her ride out her climax, knowing that if he were to move anymore he’d definitely cum, too, and he wasn’t going to cum inside of her. That was too dangerous. He didn’t want to be responsible for any sort of backlash from her parents once she got home from camp, even if that ship had already sailed.
When the feeling of her quivering became too much, Xavier quickly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees again. He pushed her tank top up just enough to expose her belly and the underside of her boobs. It only took a few pumps of his hand, slick from her juices over his dick, before he was exploding over her stomach. He threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan.
They both were still, panting to catch their breaths. Xavier looked down at (Y/N), now covered in his seat, and he felt his dick twitch again. If he could take a picture of this moment, he would. And he would’ve stuck it in his wallet so he could look at it all the damn time.
He reached for her discarded towel from earlier that night and wiped her off. She hissed when he wiped between her legs, and he mumbled as soft, “Sorry.”
They both pulled their pants back up and got themselves straightened away before Xavier laid down next to her. He figured he could spare a few moments just to cuddle up close to her before he would have to run back to his cabin and his bed to try and get some sleep. (Y/N) rolled into his chest, taking in his warmth and the scent of him that was quickly becoming her favorite scent; the smell of his hair paste and the sweet cologne he wore. She wished she could combine them together into a perfume that she would wear for the rest of her life.
It was silent for some time except for the soft breathing of her bunkmates and the occasional snore that came from Brooke. Once her head had finally stopped feeling lightheaded, (Y/N) decided it was time to confess to Xavier.
“I’ve seen you before, you know.”
He moved so he could look down at her. “What?”
“I was in one of your aerobics classes,” she said. “Not very long ago, maybe a few months ago? One of my friends signed us up because she heard it was a good way to stay in shape.”
“I...I feel so bad to say that I don’t...remember,” Xavier said. He was sure he would’ve remembered seeing this beautiful specimen in one of his classes. He saw so many faces every day, but he always remembered the prettiest ones, and (Y/N) was definitely a face to remember.
“I wasn’t in it long enough to be remembered,” she admitted. “We walked in, and I saw you and...well...I started feeling...impure things when I saw you in your tight suit doing all those hip movements and stuff. You were in the middle of another class so we had to wait. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to start our class because my friend’s parents walked in to bring her something she had forgotten and saw the way everyone was dressed and how they were all moving. They were appalled. They dragged us out and brought us home. Told my parents, who grounded me for a week because of it. They claimed that we were trying to behind their backs, but I truly had no idea what I was in for when I agreed to go.”
Xavier cringed. He felt terrible hearing the way (Y/N) must’ve lived her entire life. Having to be afraid of mistakenly doing something “impure” or “sinful” and getting punished for it, even if the “sinful” things were just basic things that happen in life. He wished he could’ve taken away all those bad times from her memory and replace them with good ones; memories where (Y/N) could just be a normal person and not have to worry about God’s wrath or whatever they said in churches.
“That’s why I glanced at you when we were talking about sex,” (Y/N) continued. “Because...because I had fantasies about this very situation happening since the day I first saw you.”
Xavier couldn’t help but smirk proudly at that. “And did the actual thing live up to your expectations?”
She giggled. “Majorly.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”
There was another moment of silence before Xavier added, “It doesn’t have to be a one time thing, though.”
(Y/N) turned to rest her chin on his chest. “What do you mean?”
“I mean...maybe, once the summer ends, we could go on some proper dates. Maybe...actually be a couple?”
(Y/N)’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she looked at him. He smiled at how beautiful she was, and at how lucky he was to be the one she was looking at.
“Really?” she asked.
“Only if you want to,” he responded.
Her reply was by attacking his face with kisses. He chuckled as she left not one inch of his face unkissed, ending with her lips against his.
“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.
“I could tell,” he said. “I should go before I get in trouble for being here.”
“I guess you should.”
He didn’t move to leave right away. He continued to gaze into her eyes for a moment longer, before kissing her one last time and getting up from her bed. He couldn’t help but looking back at her as he made his way towards the door. She was still smiling at him as he finally allowed the door to swing shut behind him, obstructing his view of her.
He couldn’t help but stand outside the door for a moment, letting out a long, happy sigh, before making his way back to the boy’s cabin.
I’ve never written poc!reader before so I hope this is okay! I usually don’t describe anything with my general x reader fics because I want them to be inclusive for everyone, but I don’t mind writing specific ones like this when asked!
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please write more michael langdon smut im beggginggg. maybe hozier's work song inspired???? i just need simp michael plsssss
There's Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby (Grunge!Michael x Reader)
Blurb: Michael gets a chance to worship you in the best way possible
Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving)
A/N: thank you so so much for requesting something! I'm sorry i didnt get round to this sooner!! Hope you enjoy some simpy Michael smut, apologies for how badly I suck at romantic shit (I'm aromantic so it doesn't exactly come naturally to me).
It had been 2 weeks since Michael had last seen you, what with you being busy with university and your badly paid copywriting internship. He understood, of course, that he didn't get his girlfriend all to himself all the time and that you had many commitements of your own to attend to. Knowing that didn't make the empty space in his life that your presence usually filled any easier to accept or deal with.
Leaning back against the pillows on his bed, he checked his phone yet again, both to look at the time and see if any messages had come in from you. Two more hours and then he could see you, the one person except for Ms. Mead, who he actually gave a shit about. He'd been planning this day for the past three days. After all, he didn't normally have the house to himself, which meant he could spend some real 'quality' time with you without the fear of being caught. His hand and the cute pictures of you in lingerie only went so far in terms of satisfying him. Besides, pictures aren't the same as feeling your body pressed against his, hearing your moans and sighs, and being physically inside you.
"Fuck." He mumbled, realising his little daydream about slipping his fingers into your velvety pussy and making you moan his name was beginning to send blood rushing to his cock.
He didn't want to ruin what was coming later on by messing about with himself now. In an attempt to distract himself, he grabbed his headphones off the nightstand. Skipping through his playlist, he landed on Work Song by Hozier. Turning back to the book he had been reading, he passed hours listening to every song that reminded him of you, whether it be because it was a song you'd recommended to him or because there were traces of you in the lyrics.
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"J-jesus, what's gotten into you!" You managed as Michael kissed down your neck, your feet not even through the doorframe.
He pulled back, a look of mock offence on his face.
"I havent seen you in two weeks, Y/N. That's too long for me not to go crazy when I finally do see you." He resumed kissing your neck as you closed the door behind you.
Noticing that Ms Mead's car was absent, you started to piece together the other reason Michael was unable to leave your body alone.
"Empty house?" You asked, stifling a girlish giggle as you connected the dots. So that's why he told you to (politely) hurry your ass home from class.
His response was an 'mm-hmm' as his hands traced the contours of your waist and hips. It felt like he was touching you for the first time again; your body was both a familiar and unfamiliar landscape beneath his hands. His lips moved from your collarbones to your mouth, drawing you in for a long overdue kiss. Melting into his touch, you pressed your body against him, feeling the beginnings of an erection press against your thigh.
"Excited to see me, hmm?" You teased in a sultry whisper, drawing back from his hungry lips.
"I'm fucking starving for you, dove."
The nickname gave you butterflies, even if it was the hundredth time he'd lovingly called you that.
"Let me taste you. I've missed you so fucking much, just let me show you how much." His low tone couldn't hide the eagerness in his voice, the pure need to worship you in the best way he knew.
You pressed your lips to his again, signalling without words that you consented to his offer. In one swift motion, Michael lifted you up, hands cupping your ass, and carried you to the leather sofa, lowering you down onto it. Falling to his knees, he pushed your skirt up, grateful that you were wearing something so accessible.
His breath was hot against your thighs as he peppered them with kisses, his mop of blonde hair tickling your skin as his lips edged closer and closer to your core. You'd never seen him this eager to have you, not even when both of you were insatiably horny. Even then, he paced himself, never rushing foreplay, always making sure your pleasure came before his. This time, he was already tracing the outline of your slit through your panties with his tongue, moaning under his breath as he did so. The tip of his tongue nudged your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your thighs tense up on either side of his head. Fingers replaced his tongue, rubbing careful circles on your clit before dipping down to rub your slit. A short moan escaped your mouth.
"You missed me too, hmm?" Michael managed, forcing himself to talk rather than bury his head between your thighs and eat you like your pussy was his first meal in a week. His cock was fully hard, painfully pressing against the rough denim of his ripped jeans. As much as his sex drive told him to fuck you into the couch, he wanted this to be about getting you off, not just him.
Two fingers looped around the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs and to your feet. Michael held them up as if he was admiring them. Red cotton with black lace trim, his favourite pair of yours. They were stained with a damp patch, a streak of your creamy arousal. Making eye contact with you, he licked your slick off the fabric, savouring your taste and scent.
"Fuck." Was all he managed when he stopped his display of self-indulgence and slid the panties into his jean pocket.
No sooner had he pocketed his prize, he turned his attention to your exposed cunt. He felt heat creep onto his cheeks, as if this was the first time he'd ever seen your sex. Looking up at you the entire time, he dragged his tongue up your slit in a broad, slow lick. Your hand grasped his hair, making him gasp. He repeated the action, this time dipping his tongue inside you, flicking it, feeling the silky flesh of your pussy. You moaned again, placing one leg over his shoulder, opening your sex up to him, inviting him to devour you in the way you knew he wanted to.
"You really are starving." You mused, beginning to get breathless as Michael assaulted your pussy with licks, sucks, and kisses.
"Of course I am, I haven't tasted you in so long. And there's nothing sweeter than you." He whispered, lips shining with your slick.
Returning to your now puffy lips, he grasped your thighs, pressing his mouth against your cunt, eating like a starved animal. Every so often he would moan to himself, getting off to the way your cunt twitched when he swirled his tongue around your clit and the various curse words and moans that fell from your mouth. He could feel you climbing closer and closer to your climax; your hand gripping his hair tighter, pressing his face into your needy pussy, whimpering his name, begging him to keep going. Obliging to your demands, he used two fingers to press up into your spongy insides, pumping in and out of you, his mouth still on your clit, sucking and kissing it.
"Oh...fuck, I'm so close, Michael. So fucking close." You groaned out, head lolling back against the sofa. The pressure building in your lower body was almost unbearable as Michael continued to bring you closer and closer. It was such an intense high, you'd never managed to get yourself this desperate to cum. Whether it was the lack of sex for the past few weeks or the fact your boyfriend was so devoted to devouring your pussy, you didn't know and frankly didn't care. All you knew was that Michael was really showing you how much he missed you in the most selfless way possible.
A few more pumps of his fingers and a swirl of his tongue made you come crashing down from your climax, a loud moan leaving your mouth, nails digging into the leather of the sofa as you clawed at it. Thick, creamy cum leaked around Michael's fingers, coating them and dripping onto the sofa.
Michael himself had cum, his boxers a sticky mess and a trickle of his seed running down his thigh. His legs were shaking from his hands-free release. Licking your cum off his fingers, he sat up on your sofa, pulling you onto his lap. The two of you caught your breaths, panting almost in unison.
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RITUALISTIC SACRIFICIAL LOVE - Michael Langdon
It was the end of times, the apocalypse. Every person I stood with was backstabbing, prideful, and dull. I came from a wealthy family, yes. But I came from a family who had morals, rare but true. A traditional family that almost suffocated me with their rules. I played with my cross neckless, a gold chain laid upon my chest. I stayed true to my faith, as true as one could be in this state.
“You–come with me, it’s your turn,” the man said in a deep yet calm voice.
He gave me a weird feeling, like he was pure evil but his demeanor was indifferent. He ranged between the look of heaven yet his personality was on the verge of evil but stood on sinful. His demeanor could deceive even the best. I followed him into a dimly lit room, his hands lingered on the desk. He leaned over on it from the other side. “If you lie, I will know. If you try to trick me, I will know and this interview will be over and you will be left to die…now let’s begin. Do you believe you’re evil?”
His words were so serene that you almost wouldn’t think to weigh what he was asking you to answer, “Yes.”
The expression on his face changed, I’m assuming he didn’t expect that answer to leave my lips. “And why is that?”
I stared at him, taking in every feature and every malevolent thing about him. “I’ve wished death upon everyone in this hellhole. I’ve come to even welcome the thought of death, as long as it means I wouldn’t have to spend another second here. But my God has kept me strong.”
His gaze lifted, his eyes glared at me, “your God?” I nodded and a stomach-twisting grin arose on his face. “Do you fear during your time here you’ll fall into temptation?” He walked around the desk and stepped closer to me, closer than I was comfortable with. “I take it you’re aware of the seven sins?” I nodded once more, staring at him and the proximity we stood within. “Which one do you believe you’ll fall into?” His words came out slowly.
I took a step back and he followed, “Envy.”
His hands hooked behind his back, “Is that right? Most would’ve said–lust.”
I was hesitant to speak, where is he going with this? “I have no reason to say that, I’m ‘pure’.” Almost regretfully I’ve never gotten the opportunity to lose it before the end of the world. But maybe that’ll help my chances. “Is this interview done now?”
A smile appeared on his face as he brushed my hair out of mine, “So eager.” He finally stepped back, “Would you ever fall into such a deadly sin? The irreversible sin?”
I shook my head, “I have no reason to. God forbid anything tempting enough would slither its way to me. Why risk eating the forbidden fruit when you’re already comfortable with the knowledge you already hold?” Years of catholicism will leave you using bible stories as metaphors.
The glimmer in his eyes made me realize the difference between good and evil. His breathing became heavy, “Good answer.”
Assuming it was the last one I headed towards the door, “Did I make the cut…what was your name again, sorry?”
He raised his head while staring daggers into me with his blue eyes, “Michael Langdon…and we’ll see, you still have one test.”
I walked to my room and sat in silence, it’s either here or downstairs with the dumbasses I’m forced to live with. I opened the one book I had time to pack, and the rest perished. The bible clung to my hands. I closed my eyes and felt my breathing get softer and warmer. My body felt like it was falling into the depths of sleep.
God, is this the biggest test of my faith? What is to come of me?
As I begged in faith, my door creaked. Is this a dream? There entering my domain of solitude was a person dressed in a black latex suit. “What the hell are you doing in my room, get out if I wanted to join you guys down there I would’ve,” I said sternly. The person in the suit shook their head and stepped closer.
I set my bible in the bedside drawer. The person came closer and it was like my being recognized the person who stood underneath the suit. The tall figure, the feeling that makes me question my faith. It was clear who this was. I took the mask off and it dropped onto the floor as I realized I had been right. “Michael?” I can’t even escape the evil of this world, even in my dreams.
A sinister yet heavenly smile laid upon his face.
“What is your test,” I asked, a little too fearlessly. The control I had in my dream felt so real. “Is it based upon how humans only care for flesh in this time of desperation and frightfulness? How do they want someone to cling to, how their selfishness is almost pitiful?” I stepped closer and stared into his piercing eyes, “All of us are no better here than the corruption that lies outside these walls.”
He tilted his head a bit in amusement, “Your biblical nature is impressive. Though I’m sure my knowledge on it is more…profound.”
“Ask away.”
His eyes turned what I swore to be fully black. He looked so devilish, “How did Satan come to be?”
Easy, one of the easiest questions. “He was God’s favorite, pridefulness struck him and so did foolishness. He lacked what God had plenty of, power. He must’ve found it disappointing that his favorite assumed he was better than the almighty himself. Then he was turned into nothing but a fault in the world and its sins. That’s the best question you have for me?”
Michael glared harshly at me but also seemed as if he was trying to figure me out. “You’re not as persuaded as the others–they easily fell into sin during my visits with them. But you–you stay true to your morals and beliefs.”
“My faith is not easily shaken.” I stood tall, almost sinfully proud. I glanced down at the floor and then back to Michael. “I think you should get going. There is no test to pass, if I’ve already failed I’m okay with that.”
His hand raised and he dragged it along my shoulder, moving my hair. He leaned in close to my ear, and I froze. “This is the test your God has laid before you.”
At first, I was confused but then I remembered what I internally asked God before he entered my room. “Would God bestow such an easy test such as this? This lacks temptation.”
Michael touched my gold rosary and it felt like he tugged it a bit, causing me to move an inch closer. “Temptation is all around.” He moved his hand and suddenly his hair was shorter, he had a youthful look to him–something more innocent? He had a black cape and he was wearing some maroon.
“How did you–” I paused mid-question, this is my dream. Dreams are unrealistic and filled with illusions. I hated how attractive I found him.
His hand raised and he rested his hand behind my head. “Rules are made to be broken,” his voice sounded so deceptive. As if he was leading me astray. He moved in closer, his lips inches from mine. “Sins are to be avoided, but if it’s so immoral then why does it feel so good,” he questioned. His words came out slowly and deeply.
My body was falling into whatever trap he seemed to be laying at my feet. But I turned away, “Michael,” I whispered. His hand dragged itself along my skin to my neck. His rings were cold and I almost gasped at the exposure.
“Don’t you see how easily the skin falls into sin?” An incomprehensible noise left my lips. “Speak,” he said and so I did.
“Yes.”
In a fast motion, he turns me around and pushes me onto my bed. My chest hit the mattress, even in quickness the touch was so gentle. His fingertips dragged along my back as he moved my hair off of my nightgown.
How could I allow myself to get into this situation? How could I allow myself to not want to get out of it? “This is wrong, morally and strictly. The woman said physical contact between two people is forbidden and punishable by death.”
A tiny raspy laugh escaped him, “Trust me, I outrank that command.” His hands feel around my waist and I’m about to push them away but he gripped my skin roughly.
Michael’s touch was so delicate yet rough. Again, him being a constant continuation of good and evil. Innocent and tainted. My will couldn’t be this lost. I stood up and turned around to face Michael. “I can’t do this, it doesn’t feel–right.”
Something almost hypnotizing showed in his eyes, “This is a dream. What do you have to lose? What moral codes are you breaking?”
My mind was filled yet hollowed out. The scales were weighed in my mind and just like the other fools I am inferior to survive with–I fell. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him eagerly. He kissed back way more intensely.
Michael pulled away and I watched as his tongue ran along his teeth. “Ah, every human remains the same. The only societal vice that stands till the end of time.” His head tilted as his thumb touched my chin and held itself there. “What a pity, I hoped you would’ve proved me wrong.”
A hurt expression washed over my face, “This isn’t a dream…this is the test?”
“Smart one aren’t you.”
I moved away from my bed and slowly backed away, “You–you tricked me? I was just a pawn in your experiment.”
Michael followed me in a begging manner, “But don’t you see? You like everyone fell into your needs, and why shy away from that?” His deception rendered me silent. “You passed.”
A/N
What other characters would you like to see one shot on? I just do my current crushes, but I'll take recommendations. Hope you like this one, it's wordier ngl, I was trying something new.
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Blasé
Pairing : Michael Langdon x GN!Reader
Summary : You feel your husband grow distant from you and one day everything just snaps.
Warning : Angst and a little bit of violence with swearing.
Masterlist / Part 2
The wind blew cooling your flushed body as you jogged through the woods just behind your backyard. You and your husband Michael had moved into this new house a year after your marriage.
You two had been pretty young when you got married. It was a nice ceremony and everything, but as most marriages do, yours also has been grown stale over the years.
You did love him, but you weren't so sure of your feelings being reciprocated, surely not the last couple months. Michael had been nothing but cold and distant and the occasional mean when you've done something you're not "supposed" to do.
He had never physically hurt you but you were becoming less and less sure of it as time went by. This all had started slowly, Michael had started loosing interest and started spending more time outside the house rather than inside. His touches and hugs had slowly disappeared and when you tried to initiate it, he quickly brushed it off saying he was either too busy or tired. You didn't think he loved you anymore.
Your suspicions were pretty much confirmed when you went to an office party with him, he had ignored you most of the night instead opting to speak to his seniors and the new co-worker Mallory. You couldn't deny that she was beautiful. It saddened you but when you tried to talk to Michael about it he just called you jealous and that you were making up stuff.
You shook your head as you continued on your trail, maybe you should have left him but you loved him too much to consider leaving him just yet. So you did what you usually do, sitting in the shade of the big tree near a flower meadow.
It always provided with an odd sense of comfort, you felt like as if someone was holding your hand saying it'll be alright or maybe you had started to become delusional, you were not sure.
It had been pretty much your daily routine until one day Michael was home late, he did sometime had work come up but he texted you about it. But today, none was the case, it was after midnight when he returned, stumbling through the door.
"Michael, are you drunk" you exclaimed gazing up to his red eyes and loosened up tie.
"I'm not, I'm just a little tipsy" he defended himself doing his best not to slur his words.
"Michael you drove here, something could have happened you should have called me, you didn't even tell me you were going to be late" you pointed out.
"So, what now I have to take your permission for staying out late" His tone was acussing as he leaned down on you, making you take a step back.
I'm not saying that, I am just saying you could have told me, so I wouldn't have been worrie-"
Your words were cut off as he slammed you against the wall, you gasped as pain shot up in your back. Micheal's fingers dug into your shoulders as you whimpered.
"Do not tell me what to do, I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT" he yelled, glaring as his piercing blue eyes dug into your watery ones.
You were speechless, you had no idea what to do or what caused this outburst. Michael stepped back and went to wear his shoes back up as if nothing happened.
"I'm going for a walk" was the only explanation he offered before he disappeared into the woods into the dark.
You slid down the wall as tears flowed freely as you sobbed bringing your knees near you and leaning your head against the wall, and you cried until you fell asleep there on the cold hard ground.
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Hi! I love your writing, can you please do how your first fight with the boys from AHS please? Like the reason why you fight and whatever else you think would be good? Thanks xx
troubled lovers//the ahs boys
pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, tristan duffy, dandy mott, rudolph valentino, and michael langdon.
rating; potentially pg13
warnings; mentions of murder, alcohol abuse, drug use, and slight harsh language
tate langdon;
• It was you suddenly remembering what he did. And those horrible memories made you terribly uncomfortable whenever the thought of them happening again crept in. You forced yourself to interrogate him and ask why he did what he did
• Hates screaming, hates shouting, hates the whole lot
• He’ll get so frustrated to the point he’s tempted to rip his own hair own
• Passes out in you’re arms from the exhaustion of crying
• He makes himself psychically ill seeing as he cries way too hard and simply won’t stop
kit walker;
• I hope you’re expecting him apologising to you every other second of the day, because that’s just what the poor love does
• His Mom and Dad never got along when he was a kid, so he always feared raising his voice to anyone growing up
• You began to rant about something that was completely out of Kit’s control. His work hours. You felt like you never got to see him anymore and it finally pushed you over the edge
• He can’t help but defend himself in this situation. It’s something he can only try to fix but there’s no promising that he can convince his boss to stop the night shifts completely
• Even if it’s a screaming match, Kit REFUSES to say anything rude about you’re image, how you are, and you in general
kyle spencer;
• Kyle is terrified of fighting with anyone. He hates the atmosphere after all those horrible harsh words are said
• You grew tired of Kyle refusing to do anything he isn’t fond of doing. Not anything major, but more like things that a person simply just needs to get through in life. If it was something extreme he didn’t like, obviously you know there’s boundaries
• He can’t go to sleep until he knows you’re not mad at him anymore
• You feel like slapping yourself the minute you see tears trickling down his cheeks
• Lots of hugs and kisses after everything’s okay again
jimmy darling;
• You can’t put up with his non stop drinking. You practically stay up all night worried sick when he hasn’t arrived back home safe
• You’re so pissed if he’s that drunk he can’t leave his trailer because he’s unable to step away from the toilet without vomiting five minutes afterwards
• Even if it’s one little snide comment, if Jimmy feels anything is directed at him, he’s the one to turn it into a full blown argument
• He’d never put his hands on you. Hell no. But Jimmy tends to say a lot of things he ends up regretting
• You kick him out the trailer for about a day or two and that’s enough to make him grovel on his knees for you
james patrick march;
• He finally snapped after you admitted that you would still like to be alive as of now, and didn’t like the fact that James wanted you to take you’re life so you could be with him in the Cortez. You just weren’t ready yet
• If you flinch in any sort of way during the argument, the temptation of bursting into tears hits James hard
• He could never allow himself to put his hands on you in the wrong sort of way. Let alone leave any marks. He may have been a man who had good skills when it came to narcissism and manipulation, but he simply would never bring himself to hit a woman
• You storm off to bed, leaving James just sat there, slowly sipping on whatever beverage he currently had. And when he finally thought about what had just happened, he’d begin to sob with his head in his hands
• He’d come running back to you, apologising a million times. He knows you’ll always be loyal to him. So all you do is tell James that when the right time comes around, you’ll take you’re last breath in the Cortez, and spend the rest of eternity with you’re beloved
tristan duffy;
• He got real pissed at you when he finally noticed how close you were being with the rest of the male ghosts at the hotel. You yourself knew that it would annoy him, but you didn’t care. You felt so greedy when it came to the other men that roamed the halls of the Cortez. And unfortunately, Tristan was the one to suffer from it
• Whatever you do, don’t make ANY insensitive comments about him and his past drug use. It deeply hurts him inside and makes him feel like a total waste of space
• He sees the influence these other guys have on you, to the point it begins to terrify him
• Tristan loves you and everything you do. He truly admires you, and the thought of losing you to some sad fucker like Donovan makes him go crazy
• You realise that in the end, you were just being a total bitch. And you hated the fact that it took Tristan to eventually hit breaking point for you to see that
dandy mott;
• Y’all, it’s Dandy. THE MFN KING OF ARGUMENTS FOR GOD SAKE
• He isn’t satisfied when you tell him that you’re going out with you’re friends for the night. In fact, he knows how bored he’ll be, and he simply won’t allow it
• Literally begs you not to leave and swears he’ll take you out somewhere fancy, just don’t leave him by himself at all..
• He kicks up a stink and rants, and rants, AND RANTS..
• You grow tired of this so instead of leaving to stop him hurting you’re ears, you just take him out for ice cream lol
rudolph valentino;
• You guys NEVER fight. Like never fr. Never have, never will!
michael langdon;
• You try not to start a fight with Michael seeing as his past was a bit fucked up, but you’re the kind of girl who takes no one’s shit 💀
• You were really close with some of the witches, and after finding out Michael killed half of them? UH UH..
• You don’t wanna be like Constance here but you feel he NEEDS to know the kind of shit he’s done. Like you won’t stand for it at all. You couldn’t care less if you’re boyfriend was the Antichrist..
• You’re even more upset at him that this has rocked the boat with the rest of the witches and you’re the one they all keep throwing these comments at. Michael knew better than to put this on you..
• He tries to keep you out of the situation and knows he can’t hurt you. Even if one bit of anger is tempting enough for him to put you in any sort of danger, he can’t. Not you. You could be angry at him for all eternity and he’d still be madly in love with you. His people were annoyed by the fact that even the Antichrist could fall in love, he wasn’t supposed to, but this was the one thing Michael couldn’t control
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AMATIVE→Michael Langdon: Chapter 1
The oppression in my chest remains constant with each step I take. I can occasionally feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I try to keep them at bay. Though I feel an oppressive knot settling in my throat, preventing me from breathing freely, I summon enough courage to approach the entrance of the Palace where the last and greatest party of the cooperative is going to take place.
Despite not yet finding the answers or the adequate reasons to understand how so many people here can feel comfortable celebrating an event that will mark a before and after in the world, the end of everything and everyone, the end of an era and the beginning of another.
Everyone is celebrating the future deaths that will occur tomorrow.
My body is trembling, and although I'm trying my best to keep my legs from collapsing at this moment, I cling to my father's arm. Gripping the fabric of his coat sleeves between my fingers and taking gentle steps to maintain my balance due to the anxiety and nervousness my body is experiencing.
"Calm down, Vitney. We're just approaching the entrance."
My father's harsh voice echoes in my ears, and my stomach tightens as I hear his words. I can't keep calm in a celebration like this, and especially not when I know the secret behind it all.
As we approach the entrance, the knot in my throat continues to tighten, preventing me from uttering a single word. I want to look at my father, but I know that doing so would only dig my own grave since my emotions would collapse and my vulnerable gaze would cause problems between us, not to mention I would receive a lecture from him calling me too sentimental about simple things.
Unfortunately, what seems simple to others is as important to me as my life itself. And this celebration is no exception.
After what feels like an eternity, we finally arrive at the entrance of the Palace where a man and a woman are welcoming all the guests. The woman, who appears to be no older than 25 years, wears an elegant dress with many details in the sleeves, but it's a very dull gray that makes her look sad and drab even though she gives a friendly smile to all the guests. She is in charge of collecting the invitations, and her partner, a man with tanned skin and a friendly expression, is in charge of keeping track of the guest list. He also wears a suit that seems expensive, but it's the same depressing gray as the girl's dress. My mind wanders a bit regarding their role here, which, although they don't appear to be slaves, they somehow manage to give off the impression of being servants of the place. And for some reason, a pinch registers in my chest as I dwell on this naive but profound thought.
When it's our turn for the reception, the girl in the gray dress gives me a sweet and cordial look. I make my best effort to return the same kind of friendly look, but I'm so overwhelmed by all my thoughts that I can barely manage to give her a smile. To my father, who is engaging in small talk with the man in the gray suit and making sure our names are on the list, I give a discreet and suspicious look. He looks so excited to be entering here that it gives me shivers.
"Everything is in order, your names are on the lists of second-tier guests" The man at the reception tells us. "Welcome, and don’t forget to grab a black mask from the box at the end of the hallway. The theme for this last celebration is a masquerade ball."
The mention of a masquerade ball surprises me a little. I've never had the depressing opportunity to attend a cooperative party, but I was completely sure that all the times my parents had attended similar celebrations, the theme was never taken into account, except for the dress code. And I didn’t know if it was something I should be worried about or not, but the idea that this could be deeper than it seems makes me feel anxious and impatient.
I'm lost in my thoughts until I feel my father gently pushing me to start walking again. The woman and man in the reception area lift a pair of elegant silk curtains in a deep crimson color that covers most of the palace entrance, and gesture for us to enter. I hold onto my father's arm tighter, practically just following his steps, unable to control myself.
As we enter the palace, I realize how gloomy and drab the atmosphere is. The decoration is so gothic, elegant, and dreary that I feel as if I am in a castle from the 18th century. The lighting is dim, but it allows me to see a bit of the style of the place, where the walls have details in gold and black. There are some chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and the light they emanate is a peculiar reddish tone due to the candles, which are the same shade. The windows have arches as the main detail, and the glass they are made of is slightly dark, as if it has some extra-material that does not allow light to pass through completely. Additionally, there are statues at each corner of what appear to be angels made of marble. They are enormous but beautiful, and it is easy to notice that they are very expensive. I can't completely distinguish the identities of the angels, as they are not familiar to me. But as we move farther and farther in, finally my gaze is frozen on one of the marble angels situated on the side of me, next to a dark hallway leading to deeper stairs. I force myself to stop walking and stand in front of the divine image.
"Lucifer" I quietly whisper to myself, as I am surprised and confused by the sight of the statue of the angel.
I can hear my father sighing next to me, and clearing his throat. My mind races for a moment and something in my chest presses firmly.
"What's surprising you so much, Vitney?" my father asks, a hint of confusion in his voice "There is nothing there"
"The statue, don't you see it? It's Lucifer, the angel..." I reply, pointing to where the statue is. His gaze is so confusing that it makes me want to cry.
"I said there's nothing there, Vitney. Enough" he says harshly, grabbing my wrist with some violence and dragging me away from there, making me walk quickly. "It's already late. We should have been at the celebration for half an hour"
I feel like protesting because of how harshly he speaks to me, but something forces me to keep quiet. The palace belongs to the cooperative, or at least that's what I understand. This means that everything here, including the decorations, are symbols that belong to what this society is. My father has just denied having seen the statue, but I'm sure that the marble angel was Lucifer.
Why does the cooperative have a statue related to the fallen angel?
"Vitney, you have to stop daydreaming" He puts his palm under my chin, forcing me to look at him "I need you here, darling. You know that this celebration is very important to me and your mother, don't you?"
"But dad, I was just..."
"Vitney, no. That's enough. We will enter the celebration and you will put a big and beautiful smile on your face, do you understand? You are my daughter, the daughter of one of the most important cooperative members" he says, squeezing my chin hard, making me gasp for air from the pain "Don't you dare ruin this, Vitney"
His words hit me hard in the heart. Again my throat closes and the prickling in my chest returns. I have never been enough for my father, and my role has always been to be what he wants me to be. The perfect daughter who acts like a shy and well-mannered young lady. Always wearing the most expensive and elegant clothing; the type of woman who has her life mapped out and resolved.
But none of that is who I am.
My father removes his grip from my chin and observes me sternly. Tears form in my eyes, but I hold them back to remember I have makeup on and my vulnerability will likely cause even more anger in him. I lower my gaze to the floor for a moment, until in my vision I see a very elegant and feminine mask in silver and gray tones with some crystals embedded in the edges, as well as lace around the corners of the mask. My father makes a gentle gesture for me to take the mask and place it. I do as he asks, tying the ties of the mask behind my head, a little clumsily because my fingers tremble softly.
"You look beautiful. Now all you need is to remove that bitter face and smile a little. I know you can do it, darling"
I take a deep breath and nod uncertainly. I try to smile as best I can, but I know it comes across as more of a grimace. My father's face lights up in response to my silly expression, and he puts his arm through mine. We walk down the hallway again, and with his free hand he puts on the mask he chose to use. There's nobody around, but the murmurs and music are starting to build. My body tenses a little, and the mere idea of being about to enter a celebration full of greedy and sick people like the cooperative makes me nauseous.
After a few minutes, we arrive at another long passage, but this time there is a delicate shimmer of light at the end of it. Some laughter and shouts of excitement approach, and a shiver runs from my feet to my head.
"Your mother must be completely hysterical not to see us coming." my father says, guiding me towards the entrance at the end of the corridor "You will have to explain the reason for our delay to her."
After hearing his comment, I press my lips together and frown slightly as I divert my gaze towards the new room we are approaching to. Many people belonging to the cooperative are in front of us, and they seem happy and incapable of allowing anything to ruin this moment that is so important to them. Some women are wearing high-end designer dresses, and utterly stylish masks. Men are wearing suits tailored from exclusive materials, and some masks are eerie. I don't know if I'm awestruck or scared, but the surprising thing is to see the repetitive colors in the outfits of everyone.
Red and Black.
As we move forward, the music becomes clearer and the murmurings a little softer. There are walnut wooden tables everywhere. Some attendees are sitting taking appetizers, and others are simply drinking their glasses or having a pleasant conversation. My eyes move from one person to another, and I realize with a start that some impudent and curious glances are directed at me and then at my father. I keep my eyes fixed straight ahead, but the corners of my eyes betray me and before I realize, I realize that all the attention is centered on me.
It could be because of my dress that doesn't even match the theme or the fact that we arrived with a visibly late delay. But in any case, discomfort begins to affect me, and I have never wished for anything as much as I want to escape from here.
"Look, there is your mother. I'm going to introduce you officially with important people. Be kind and polite, Vitney. It's the only thing I ask of you."
He points to a table in the corner of the room where a group of women and men stand, their masks and masks even more unusual than those of the other guests. I squint my eyes a little, distinguishing my mother thanks to his jet-black hair tied in a typical bun on the back of her neck. I see her laugh joyously, and for a moment her smile is contagious, spreading the delight that she emanates.
In a short moment, she throws a quick glance our way as we approach her table. Her lips part in surprise at our appearance.
"Vitney, my princess!" My mother screams enthusiastically. She quickly rises from her seat and runs forward a little, making her heels clatter against the fine marble floor "You look beautiful, sweetheart!"
She gasps with excitement and hugs me tightly as she reaches me, closing my eyes for a moment, as I feel the sensation of my eyes forming more desperate tears.
"I apologize for the delay..." I reply in a low voice, hugging her around the waist "I was just a bit nervous, and Dad got frustrated again, as always..."
My mother sighs and then separates from me. She gives the people seated at the table a quick glance before turning to me and walking with me to a place away from everyone. She strokes my arms and shakes her head softly.
"It's understandable sweetheart, these kinds of celebrations can be overwhelming and ... especially knowing that it's your first time in our world." She smiles. "Don't let your father ruin this last night for you"
Don't let your father ruin this last night for you.
An impulse of disappointment grips me, and again the oppression in my chest weakens me. My mother's words sound so harsh and true that I want to burst into tears. I don't know how I can bear being in this place, considering that the Apocalypse is around the corner. And that surely anyone who is underneath one of those masks or masks is the mastermind behind the next catastrophe.
My mother hugs me again, and even though I try to prevent it, I'm feeling emotional again. Tears run down my cheeks like a river, and I hold her tightly. I can feel that some people are looking at us, but the only thing I can think about is staying close to the only thing that has helped me stay on my feet since I was a child, and that's my mother.
It feels like a farewell, and that's what hurts the most. Because I'm sure she has no idea what's going to happen with us either, even though my father made it clear that the cooperative has built a kind of bunkers around the world to serve as a refuge for the elite.
We are supposed to be part of that elite.
"Don't make it sound like a farewell, Mom" I reply with a quivering voice "Please. We'll be fine, right?"
She looks at me, smiling sadly. She strokes my hair without saying anything, and then joins her hands with mine. More tears form beneath my eyes, and now I cannot stop them. She gives me a gentle squeeze on my hands. I'm about to ask her for all possible explanations she can give me because desperation is killing me slowly, but quickly she takes me by the waist, turning me to the opposite side of the room. She squeezes one of my shoulders, and I watch her in confusion.
"Mom, what are you..."
"Vitney, be quiet. Your father is coming here" my mother squeezes my shoulders, looking in a specific direction "Stand up straight, dear"
A few seconds later, my father is already standing in front of us. He wears an overly visible smile on his face and moves to my side, separating me from my mother's arm.
"Dear, you're coming with me. I need to introduce you to someone" my father says with enthusiasm, placing a hand on my waist and leading me through the tables "Be on your best behaviour, okay?"
"Who do I need to meet?" I ask, a bit irritated, not understanding the situation.
My father does not reply, and he forces me to keep walking between the tables, holding on to my wrist firmly. I want to get out of his grip, but he is stronger than me, and he does not notice my discomfort. I am a few seconds away from yelling at him to let me go, when a voice becomes present behind us, and my father stops abruptly. He turns quickly and forces me to do the same. I lower my gaze and close my eyes, refusing to face my reality.
"Good evening, Mr. Lacey" an unknown but authoritative, discrete, and masculine voice reaches my ears. It speaks to my father. I tremble a little but do not have the courage to look. "It's a pleasure to have you here, I thought you might not come"
"Sir, what an honour. Of course we would be here, we just had a small mishap" my father responds and laughs nervously.
I squeeze my fingers around my father's arm, and feel his body leaning towards me. He squeezes my waist and I jump in place a little.
"Stop acting like a frightened, immature girl. Be educated, Vitney. You have the most important representative of the cooperative right in front of us" he whispers in my ear in an ironic and aggressive tone. "You are already a woman, you have to stop running away from everything around you"
A tear runs down my cheek due to the hostility of his words. I have no choice, but I feel so anguished and nervous that I don't dare to look anyone in the eye. My father squeezes my arm aggressively, as a warning to let me know that he won't repeat things twice. Finally, I take the courage to open my eyes and lift my gaze. My vision is clouded by tears, but I manage to glimpse the outline of a man in front of me.
"Miss Lacey" the voice makes itself present again, and this time it speaks to me. I freeze in my place, but the man moves, walking in my direction.
I can't answer. I know that if I do, I'll start crying.
"My name is Michael Langdon and I am the representative of the cooperative" the man says in a formal tone "It is a pleasure to meet you, miss."
Then, for some unknown reason, as I hear his name, I feel my heart skip a beat. And I realize that I am on the verge of falling into my own perdition.
[Hey! The first chapter of "Amative" of my Michael fanfic is finally published. It was quite a challenge because my English is not very good and my novel is originally written in Spanish, and if there are any errors, please have patience as I still struggle a bit to translate my story into English.
I hope you enjoy the chapter, btw. <3]
#ahs apocalypse#michael langdon x reader#michael langdon imagines#michael langdon#cody fern#american horror story#michael langdon x fem!reader#ahs fandom
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𝗴𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 ! michael langdon masterlist
PAIRING ➨ michael langdon x ooc brides of dracula
GENRE ➨ fiction
SUMMARY ➨ shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn't realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship.
WARNINGS ➨ maybe some smut in later chapters, death, manipulation, vampires, blood, it's michael, so there might be a few satanic references, though i am not one myself, the end of the world. the title is taken from the song IYDKMGTHTKY (gimme that) by type o negative, but it's mostly due to the vibes of the song. it's dark, sexy, and it always reminds of michael and the brides of dracula from van helsing (2004).
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o.oi :: too bad, so sad !
#michael langdon imagines#michael langdon smut#michael langdon#michael langdon series#cody fern#american horror story#ahs: apocalypse#brides of dracula inspired#brides of dracula
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A Twisted Love
Summary: You test Michael’s Patience and he punishes you but the not the way you wanted.
Tag list: @7-wonders @lovelylangdonx @littledemondani @fckinsupreme @homopheli @langdvn @langdxn
TW: Smut, Murder, and a manipulative behavior
~xXx~
Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just the thought of missing your husband, but you had never felt more sexually frustrated in your life.
You craved the way he touched your naked skin of your body and his kisses which lingered along your neck.
But of course, being the Antichrist meant he was busy. He was always busy with “rebuilding this new world”, as he would put it.
You tried to relieve yourself, whether it was with your own hand or your vibrator and nothing seemed to work. You wanted nothing more than Michael’s ring clad fingers wrapped around your throat and his powerful thrusts getting the job done. Or his mouth… your husband seemed talented in all things sexual.
Sighing, you sat up from your bed and pondered the thought of just dragging him back to your room and getting the job done. He hated being interrupted and warned you of doing such things, but you never had an issue seducing him to your shared room.
After pondering the idea for so long, you gave in. You quickly threw on his favorite lingerie set. An all black bra and lace pantries. You even added the stockings and heels just for that extra touch.
Throwing on a coat to cover yourself, you leave the room and make your way towards your husband’s office. You pass a few of the staff on your way but ignore their greetings as you prepare yourself for what you were going to do.
Once you arrive at the large doors, you don’t hesitate to pull the doors open without knocking, something else Michael hated.
There he sat at his desk, his large hands flipping through a small stack of papers. He doesn’t look up as you close the doors behind you.
“And what do I owe this pleasure, my love? I should be finished in about an hour.” His voice is like silk to your ears.
“Unfortunately I don’t think I can wait that long,” you made your way to stand behind him and run your hands down his shoulders. Your touch caused his tense shoulders to relax and nearly drop his pen.
A smirk came across his features as he slowly lets his eyes close and allows one of you hands to travel dow further than the other. But just as you hand nearly reaches his belt, you feel his larger, ring clad hand grip your wrist to stop you.
Before you knew it, he swung his chair around to face you. Pulling you in closer, you gently place your left knee to rest on his side as he brings a hand to your coat tie.
Pulling it completely loose he’s met with the familiar black lace that would normally bring him to his knees. Your breasts were lifted from the push up bra and your curves had his mouth watering.
He let go of your wrist only to lean forward and place a hand to your lower back to bring you forward. You happily obliged and moved your other knee up, making your way to straddle his hips. Both his hands resting on either side of your hips.
You removed the rest of your coat as he licked his lips. “You really couldn’t wait, couldn’t you?” His voice was low and silky.
“Judging by your reaction,” you moved to place kisses along his jawline and then down to his throat. “I don’t think you could either.”
Before you could reach up two latch your lips onto his, you felt yourself being scooped up and hearing him clear off the desk before being placed back down onto it. Michael hovered above you before lowering himself once again to meet you lips. His plump lips felt like heaven against yours as he eventually slipped his tongue in to play with yours.
You let you out a small moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, not noticing when one of his hands made their way towards your panties.
“Did you need some help tonight, darling?” His voice was low and seductive. You could barely find the correct words but nodded.
Michael let out a small smile. “And what do you need?”
“I need you,” you barely managed to speak as he moved your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your wet slick.
That was the answer he wanted to hear. Without another word, he quickly and with little effort ripped the laced fabric off and slipped two fingers in. He leaned back into you and began running kisses down your neck.
You felt as if your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head as you felt him move his fingers with his persistent pattern. This thumb moved to you clit and you let out another moan.
And he loved every second of it. He loved the way your body responded to his touch but most importantly he loved that he knew only he could make you feel this way. And that you were his.
You were so close, closer than your own hand or vibrator could have gotten you when you felt him stop. Pouting, you sat up just in time to see him undoing his trousers.
Before he could pull his cock out, he reached towards you again, placing both hands on either side your legs and pulled you closer to him.
“Are you ready, my love?” His hands moved once again to your waist. You nodded desperately.
“Yes,” you practically moaned.
“Ready to what?” He was very much so going to drag it out.
You knew what he wanted to hear. But being as hot and bothered as ever you responded a little differently. “I want to cum on your cock, Michael.”
Without any hesitation, he completely removed his pants and released his large cock from its restraints. You felt your legs slightly open a bit more, welcoming Michael further.
He moved closer and slowly slid himself inside. You arched your back and let out what you considered a very pornographic moan. You let him fill you up completely and enjoyed the stretch.
“You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart.” He commented, giving himself a second to adjust to your tightness.
A lazy smile filled you features as you leaned back into your husband, ready to be fully wrecked. With one hand wrapped around his shoulder and the other placed behind you on the desk, ready to brace yourself for how rough Michael intended to be.
He didn’t give you a chance to voice that you were ready before slowly pulling himself out and then slamming back into you. After a few more times of this, he then picked up the pace.
As you were being pounded into pure ecstasy, your breast bounced and even one of your bra straps seemed to even fall down the shoulder. Your moans were becoming louder and tears even began to form in your eyes.
Soon you felt a familiar ring clad hand wrap around your throat.
“Is this what you wanted so badly?” Michael asks. “To be fucked this good?”
Your voice was barely audible but you were able to give a small nod. “Yes,”
“And you wanted it so badly that you were willing to disturb me during my work to get it?”
You could feel his grip tighten but managed to squeak out a “Yes.”
You were so close, you could feel that familiar heat rising in your belly and your orgasm coming closer and closer. But then that’s when you felt your airway close. You let go for your husband to claw his hand off of your throat but he wouldn’t budge.
“Y/n, did you really think I wasn’t going to punish you?” He asks. “And not the way that you wanted?”
By now both your hands were trying to claw his off all the while he continued to pound into you.
“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll still let you cum first.” He says.
Your breathing is becoming more and more difficult but your body surges in intense pleasure. In any other time you would have been screaming his name but now you couldn’t even get a word out.
Once the wave of pleasure has passed, he presses more into your throat and your airway has been cut off immediately. He manages to cum himself and fill you up before pulling himself out.
You don’t have the strength to kick anymore and watch as he lowers his lips to yours.
“Goodnight, my love.” And with that everything goes black.
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When you open you eyes you find yourself back in your bed. Slowly, you managed to sit up. Every thing is the same as you had left it before…. Before Michael had strangled you.
Gently, you remove the covers and find yourself in one of your many black silk slips.
You were confused. Was this hell? You imagined your hell would be working in a retail store with a never ending line of bitchy customers or a classroom from your childhood, constantly being teased for being different.
But instead you were back in your shared room in the sanctuary. Did you actually die? Or did you just pass out?
The door opens and then you see Michael, wearing his normal elegant attire.
His smile is sincere. “Welcome back.”
“Michael, what the fuck-“ you raised your voice.
He places both his hands up in defense. “You broke a rule, y/n. And I punished you.”
“YOU KILLED ME!” you spat.
“And I brought you back.” He responded, hands placed behind his back once again. “I even erased your memories of Hell, if it makes you feel better.”
“It doesn’t,” you hissed.
Michael strides towards you, gently placing his hands on both sides of your arms. “When I married you, I knew you were my equal. But that being said, you are not above me. You break my rules, you get punished.”
He then brings you into a hug when he notices your eyes watering. You hesitated before resting your head on his chest. “I love you, y/n. No matter what happens, I’ll always bring you back to me.”
~xXx~
A/N: okay so I found this in my drafts and decided to just finish it and bring it back. I meant to post it on Saturday for my bday surprise for ya’ll but couldn’t.
#michael x reader#micheal langdon#michael langdon x reader#ahs apocalypse#smut#just pure smut#cody fern#ahs#michael langdon imagine#one shot
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the compromise pt i | fire and reign!michael x fem!reader
SUMMARY: You get financial stability. Michael gets what he craves. It’s the perfect compromise.
WARNINGS: drug use, mention of police, sexual tension all over the place, breeding kink, mentions of birth control.
WORD COUNT: 2.7k
A/N: welcome to a series i never thought i’d start but now i’m here, i can’t control myself. this will go on for some time, so please forgive me!
“Mr Langdon wants to see you in his office.”
The words that danced across Ms Venable’s smug lips sent chills up your spine, overwhelming dread washing over you as if a wave had poured through your cubicle’s ceiling tiles and bathed you in abject horror. Venable revelled in delivering the news that your recent behaviour had stirred none other than the company’s mysterious CEO.
Despite working for Kineros Robotics for 13 months, you’d never once met the man who funded the company’s dealings both above and below board, never even passed him in the hallway. The figurehead who made the final decision on the corporation’s actions, the model around which the dubious company functioned, remained a mystery from head to toe.
Office rumour has it the company never used to attract quite as much attention before his appointment, but you were hired a week after he arrived and assumed the unusual surroundings were the status quo. The unexpected combinations of celebrities from all corners of popular culture filing past your cubicle on the way to the CEO’s office on the 66th floor seemed normal to you, but you never worked out what they wanted with a seemingly innocuous robotics company. As much as you valued the job and its income sparing you from innumerable financial crises and final demand letters that poured through your front door, you certainly weren’t paid well enough to care what went on behind closed doors.
At least, that is, until recently.
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“Take this to the 45th floor,” Venable barked, slamming a heavily-taped cardboard box on your desk. “The last girl had to be… dismissed this morning due to her failure to wear a simple name badge.”
“Yes, Ms Venable,” you blindly complied, gripping the brown package and rising to your feet. As you lifted the heavy box and made your way around your cubicle walls, Venable grabbed your arm and leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“Give this to the blonde mop top that answers to Mr Jeff Pfister,” she half-hissed. “As much as it pains me to admit it, he’s the more sensible of the two. Give this to Jeff only, you understand me?”
“Yes, Ms Venable,” you repeated. An obedient sacrament you hadn’t dared break in all your months at the company, not daring to find out the consequences if you did. With a nod of acknowledgement, Venable gestured toward the hallway and watched you walk away carrying the seemingly precious cargo.
After all the times you’d seen the likes of Ryan Reynolds and Elon Musk grace the hallways of the seemingly endless Kineros building, the journey upstairs never phased you. The elevator leading toward the work conducted at the robotics labs was a mere side effect of the pay packet at the end of the month. The metallic doors swung open automatically as you approached, allowing you to step in, spin around and let out a contented sigh.
Shuffling the box into the crook of your arm to free a hand ready to call the elevator, you chuckled lightly at the sudden recall of a memory of the 7 members of BTS squeezing into the restrictive metallic chamber together. As the box slid back down into your grasp, you noticed a dusty trace it left behind on your forearm. A thin, white line of powder.
Fuck. It’s cocaine.
The dramatic weight of the box in your clutches suddenly dawned on you, straining your arms to keep it steady.
Fuck. It’s a lot of cocaine.
Enough to solve those final demand letters.
Enough to solve any final demand letters.
Before your mind could calculate the consequences, your hands had already fumbled for the weakness in the box and clawed it open further, pouring out handfuls of the white powder and stuffing it into the pockets on your formal suit pants. Not enough to arouse suspicion but enough to line your pockets and earn yourself at least one less red bill.
With the soft ‘ding’ of the elevator arriving at the 45th floor, you’d already worked out your excuse before your messy-haired recipient met you in the crisp white foyer of the robotics laboratory.
“They finally sent a hot chick?” The man who answers to Mr Jeff Pfister called out as he bounded towards you, eyeing you up and down without an ounce of shame. “The last one was totally clapped but this one is a certified babe!”
A chuckle of agreement erupted from a brown-haired man across the lab without looking up from his electronic project at hand.
As Jeff’s gaze dropped to your feet, he noticed a distinct white trail behind you and audibly gasped.
“The fuck?!” He cried out, dropping to his knees and scooping up the powder with his bare hands. “Babe, what the fuck?!”
“Sorry, sir,” you apologised calmly. “This is how it came from the delivery room.”
“Well tell them to be more careful next time, will ya?” He looked up from his cleaning mission for a second before dropping his nose to the floor and snorting the remaining amount. “This is precious cargo right here, we can’t afford to lose this!”
“It won’t happen again, sir.”
In fact, the exact thing happened again. And again. And again. Until your final demand letters became a thing of the past only two weeks later, selling the contents of your pockets to anybody who would buy from the least suspicious coke dealer in the area.
Halfway through your fifth delivery, the hum of the elevator carrying you upwards suddenly snapped you back to reality, an overwhelming pang of realisation crashing over you as you turned to rest your back against the reflective doors. How much longer could you pull this off? How long before suspicions were raised in the building?
What if the CEO found out? Worse still — what if Venable found out?
Your mind raced through the consequences of losing your entire income from the company. The final demand letters would rear their red heads. You’d lose your apartment, your car, have to move back in with your parents, have to take the bus, probably serve jail time, have to apply for a new job having lost the last one due to careless management of inordinate amounts of cocaine — every outcome sounded worse than the last.
None of them were worth the risk anymore.
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“Perhaps you didn’t hear me,” Venable’s ever-present bark dragged your consciousness back into the present. “We don’t want to keep Mr Langdon waiting now, do we?”
Swallowing harshly and slowly rising from your chair; your gaze met with Venable’s, glimmering with mauve disdain above her narrow glasses. Both of her hands clasped over her cane, she tapped the stick against the floor so hard it nearly shattered the flagstones.
“No, Ms Venable,” you obeyed with a bowed head, tucking your chair under your desk and treading tentatively into the white hallway toward the elevator. The same crisp hallway down which you carried the class A cargo but this time, each step was taken less with anticipation than sheer terror of what lay ahead.
The mirrored doors that not two weeks ago resolved all your financial fears were now destined to carry you to your inevitable firing. The doors hastily slid open on your approach, leading you to gulp loudly and step inside its metallic chamber.
Hang on, why would the CEO personally see you just to fire you? Venable revels in that job, practically clamours for it simply to feed on the anguish of unfortunate employees whose time had come to a premature end for some reason or another. After all, she dismissed the last girl for misplacing her name badge. Hurriedly, your hand raced to your chest to double check your own badge, breathing a heavy sigh of relief to find the metal pin still in place.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you swore under your breath. “The money wasn’t worth this.”
You pressed the ‘66’ on the elevator keypad as if the button itself would destroy your life with one click, squinting to try and block out the next action as the doors swiped shut and encased you in its aluminium prison. Claustrophobia had never been an issue to you until this moment, eyes darting around your mirrored confinement from floor to ceiling as if you’d never make it out alive.
The jolt of the box’s motion skyward nearly toppled your balance as you braced yourself against the shiny wall, glancing up to the blinding lights above you that signposted your journey toward your fate. As if being dismissed wasn’t bad enough, your actions were far more illegal than you realised at the time. Aware that you’ve been mishandling a class A drug, Langdon could be sending you into a trap. The cops could be right behind that door when it reached its destination. You swallowed harshly, knowing full well how close you were to the end of the line.
The insensitive metallic “ding” of the elevator signalling its arrival washed yet another wave of dread over you. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut as the doors wiped open, you stepped out into the unknown and paced forward.
Your motion stopped abruptly as you clashed against an immovable force in front of you, forcing your eyes open to face the obstacle square in its eyes — a tall blonde man whose hard chest you just bumped against.
“It might be worth opening your eyes once in a while,” he sneered through a crooked smile creeping across his full lips, watching intently as you panicked and stumbled backwards raising cautious palms in the space between you to ensure you were a suitable distance away from him. He remained motionless, his hands clasped together behind his back.
“I… I…” you stuttered weakly. A deep chuckle erupted in Mr Langdon’s throat.
“I’m sure I pay you to speak at least a few words,” he smirked, his grin growing wider with every one of your panicked breaths. “Take a seat, miss.”
The elegant man spun on his heels and paced across the room to a chair behind a glass desk, tapping the opposite seat intended for you as he passed. Once the haze of fear finally dropped from your vision, focusing on his frame you noticed tumbling blonde curls pouring over his shoulders, his long black coat billowing as he moved and black boots making a satisfying ‘clack’ across the tiled floor.
Whatever you expected the mysterious Mr Langdon to look like, this definitely was not it.
“You’re not still frozen to the spot, are you?” His booming voice filled the room and caused you to lunge forward and rush to the chair across from him, perching on the edge of the seat and nervously sliding your hands under your thighs.
“Mr Langdon, I—.”
“So tell me,” he continued without acknowledging your attempt to speak, his facial features not changing to reveal his emotions. “What possessed you to steal cocaine from your employers to sell on the street?”
You gulped again. Loudly. How did he know every single detail of your actions? Did he have cameras in the elevator?
Fuck, you should’ve thought about that sooner.
“Sir, I know it was wrong and I’m so, so sorry,” you pleaded weakly, shaking your head in despair with every syllable. “Please, please don’t call the cops and please don’t fire me. I really need this job.”
For the first time, his smug grin dropped. Instead, a quirked eyebrow raised above his deep-set eyes.
“I was under the impression this company meant nothing to you,” he stated perplexed, leaning forward in his chair and placing an elbow on the glass table, resting his chin on his palm and tapping his cheek with his finger. “Particularly if you’d throw it all away over a few pocketfuls of cocaine.”
“Sir, have you ever made a mistake in the heat of the moment?” You instantly regretted your words as they rolled off your tongue without a second thought. “I made a huge mistake that jeopardised not only myself but also the company. I would take it back in a heartbeat.”
Langdon tapped his cheek again, as if dismissing your feeble attempts to resolve your own mess.
“I appreciate your tenacity, but you’ll have to try a little harder if you want me to overlook something as abominably illegal as this.”
“Of course sir, I’ll do anything.”
Langdon’s steady breaths hitched in his throat. His brow raised higher.
“Anything?”
“Anything, sir,” you affirmed.
He froze for what felt like an eternity, seemingly calculating your statement. You both sat in piercing silence, deafened by the unspoken words rolling around in his mind and the remaining desperate attempts to apologise for your mistake tumbling around yours.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little girl,” he sneered, pursing his lips together.
“I… I’m not, sir. I really would do anything.”
This time, both of his tapered blonde eyebrows raised.
A decision had been made. And that decision terrified you.
Suddenly, Langdon rose from his chair and sidestepped around the desk, running a contemplative hand across the glass as he moved toward you. As he reached your side and his black boots nudged against your shoes, he peered down at you with wonder sparkling in his eyes.
“Stand up,” he commanded as you rose to your feet almost before he could finish his order. Even at your full height, Langdon towered over you, his blonde curls flowing around his shoulders at your eye level.
“If you do as I say, I will add the income you made from the coke to your salary so you never need to sell on the street again. If you do as I say, I will make this all go away. The police will never know, Mutt and Jeff will never know and most importantly, Venable will never know.” Langdon leaned in toward you, his voice softening with every word that left his plump lips. “But if you disobey me, I have the police on speed dial and I will personally ensure you never see the light of day again under the crushing weight of class A drug charges.”
You swallowed harshly, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. Nodding furiously, you wilfully agreed to anything he had in mind.
“I have a few terms,” he continued, his face blank but searching yours for a reaction. “Number one, do you have an IUD?”
You nearly choked on thin air, eyes bulging from their sockets. You frantically scoured his face for any signal that he was joking, but his emotionless countenance gave nothing away. Realising how deadly serious he was, you shook your head tentatively.
“Good,” he affirmed with a slight quirk of his lips into a contented smile. “Second, are you taking any birth control?”
This time, your eyes darted around the room for a sign of a hidden camera, as if this were some prank. Unfortunately nothing jumped out at you, leaving you to nod obediently.
“Understood. I’m going to need you to stop taking it for at least two weeks. Do I make myself clear?”
Langdon slowly leaned into you, closing the gap between you as your breaths became laboured, until your lips almost met in the middle. You knew if you nodded in response, you’d certainly end up crashing into a kiss.
“Y… yes sir,” you whispered instead.
“Good girl,” he grinned, raising a hand to your face and tucking a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. He revelled in your fear, fed off your trepidation, bathed in your anticipation. He knew your thought process, knew you were following his plan to the letter at least in your mind. You knew exactly why he was asking this of you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to question it, to hear his intentions from his own lips. You knew what your CEO was asking you to do, but verbalising it would make it real.
Suddenly, he spun around and skirted around the table returning to his seat.
“I’ll have a contract drawn up by the morning. Come back by 9am and sign if you still want those charges to flutter off into the ether.”
You gulped in a feeble attempt to disguise your irregular breathing and nodded curtly in response.
“Yes, Mr Langdon,” you obeyed, turning on your heels to the sanctuary of the elevator. As you strode in silence toward the mirrored doors, the CEO’s voice broke through the void once more.
“You can call me Michael,” he called out in the hope you would look back at him.
Noticing you briskly continuing your journey out, he tried again.
“Oh and one more thing,” he added as you finally turned to face him.
“Yes, Michael?”
“Make sure you ditch that stupid name badge before you see me again.”
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What are your sins?
Sojourn!Michael Langdon x gender neutral reader
Warnings: mentions of death, light satanism (if that’s a thing)
Her voice is brash and grating. The garish red she wore could not be more fitting, with its loudness and lack of subtlety. You don’t know why you keep returning to this congregation. The admission process was a joke, which may explain the pitiful leader and members. Surely there was something better than this.
The creak of a door signalled a potential escapee. You feel relief on their part, and wonder what’s stopping you from doing the same. Her unblinking eyes and tense jaw turn to you. You feel your heartbeat more intensely following her question:
What are your sins?
Lips part, and shut. You blink too many times, and an awareness of it only worsens the behaviour. Why the fuck did you sit in the front row?
She looks at you with furrowed brows for a few counts, before opening the question to everyone. You feel heat brush over your face. So much for being above all of this.
The replies are almost as pathetic as your lack of one, petty theft, gun money and adultery. With the bar this low, your actions seem devilish. Were they? You don’t think so, but you decide to get a second opinion.
“Actually, I do have one.” The confidence in your voice is short-lived. She looks at you expectantly, and you feel the intrigue of the sad souls around you.
Voice small, you begin unclearly, before she demands that you speak up. The second time is better, desensitised.
“I killed him, I killed a person.”
You have their attention now, this was a step up in severity, to say the least. She grins, shouts her praise, and tells you to stand and inspire the ‘weaklings’.
You clear your throat, and try to diguise your trembling hands by holding them against the dark fabric brushing your thighs. Most everyone looks morbidly interested, but one unfamiliar face appears transfixed, desperate to hear the events.
Tangled, honey-tinted hair, light stubble framing parted full lips, glossy eyes so tired they looked bruised. You may be as equally as enthralled by him. You focus on the space around him, eyes flitting back to him to observe how he digests your story.
“It wasn’t senseless, or random. I may have planned it, but he well and truly deserved worse than what he got. To be honest, I was surprised by my own strength. I mean, keeping someone’s head underwater while they scratch and kick and bite is no easy feat. Drowning doesn’t happen in thirty seconds, and even after he stopped moving I had to hold him down - to make sure.”
You catch your breath, slightly dissociated, no longer aware of their reactions. You don’t know when to stop, so you keep going.
“It was yesterday, in the evening. He’s still there. But I drained the tub and refilled it with ice. I didn’t think about the fact that it would melt, though.”
Heat rises to your face a second time when you see him smile warmly at you, as if you said something endearing. You are once again brought back to reality, reluctantly noting the rest of the room. Some look nauseated, others inspired.
She once again litters you with praise as you return to your seat. For the remainder of the meeting, your mind is somewhere else entirely. You register movement around you as people start to leave, others staying for the shitty potluck. Arms crossed and eyes lowered, you languidly move towards the staircase. That was stupid, a stupid fucking thing to say in front of so many people. What if someone reports you, or tries to copy you or -
“Good riddance. To whoever it was. I’m sure you did the world a favour.” Up close, you can see just how disheveled and weary he looks. A gentle smile graces his features, and when you don’t reply, he gives a light nod and ascends the stairs.
You follow, reaching out to stop him, not willing to let him go just yet. The motion is messy, and you end up with the crumpled black shirtsleeve in your tight grip. Nice fucking going.
He stops suddenly, upper body twisting round. His raised eyebrows makes you cringe slightly, as you lean into the wall to let others filter past.
“I could use some help. You know, with the body. If you’re interested.” Another excellent move on your part.
His eyes soften, and you think he would have laughed if he was any less fatigued. He nods, tells you to lead the way. So you do. At some point during the walk home, you notice that your hands are loosely intertwined. You’ve been so fraught with nervous energy, that you don’t remember who moved first.
It’s quiet, mostly your own voice. You talk about where you live, potential dinner ideas, and that forensic psychology module you did once. He looks relieved when you insist that he takes a nap before anything else, and you when confirm that the shower is separate from the bath.
Only when you’re outside the building do you think to ask the blonde boy’s name, learning that it’s Michael. His delicate features work with his name, you decide.
“Like the Archangel. Cute.” He scoffs at that.
“Not quite. Really, I could prove you wrong there.”
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ok but can we talk about how sad michael’s backstory is? first off, he was literally born the antichrist and had no say in the matter. constance said he would give him a chance and ends up dying and he finds her body on the couch. then ben gave him a chance as well, but gave up on him AND tate called him a monster. he also watched his mother figure die TWICE. even though michael is the antichrist, he still has humanity in him and i think that if he had someone by his side who didn’t give up on him, he wouldn’t have turned to the “dark side”.
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Mind Over Matter (Outpost!Michael x Reader)
Blurb: Michael has never had the chance to fuck anyone. He’s never found it appealing, even though he knows he is sexually attractive to pretty much anyone he encounters. Now that he’s in the outpost and has everyone there under his control, he starts to get a few ideas about Y/N, a human gray. Maybe he could be putting her to better uses than scrubbing floors.
Warnings: smut, masturbation, spooky ooky kooky mind control (so slightly non-con??), degradation, sadism, mentions of death
Sex had never been something Michael got to experience, not that he had ever really wanted to. He never thought about sex very much. Of course, plenty of men and women had offered themselves to him. He knew what people were thinking when they stared at him, the lust in their eyes was hardly difficult to decipher. Perhaps the fact he knew he could have it any time made it seem common and uninteresting. He could never grasp why sex seemed to make the world go round for humans.
This all changed after he moved into Outpost three, where he ruled over every other being there. That power he felt when someone did his bidding, obeyed each command, quivered before him since they knew the repercussions of going against his word turned him on. He finally found himself regularly getting hard just thinking about people doing what he wanted them to do or fearing his wrath. Every time he stood in his black tiled shower, fisting his cock whilst steaming water battered his back, he came to the thought of someone whimpering below him, completely under his command. Finally, sex made sense to him; it was all about power. And what he wanted now was someone to exercise complete power over.
Out of all the people who he had decided to allow into the outpost with him, only one of them seemed to be suitable for his purpose. Y/N was a gray who was quiet and nervous. He could practically smell the anxiety radiating off her whenever they crossed paths. She was nothing but a mere human being, someone who he could destroy with a snap of his fingers. The way she never met his eye and shrank away whenever he looked her direction made him smile to himself. She was so docile and obedient, not just to him but to whomever commanded her, even the purples who she didn’t owe respect or obedience. She was, in Michael’s eyes, built for subservience. Built for being overpowered.
That’s why he decided he was going to use her for more than just scrubbing the floors of the outpost.
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You were on your hands and knees, scrubbing the stone floor with a stiff bristled old brush. Your back was beginning to ache, as were your forearms and shoulders. This manual labour was a far cry from your old life, which you were now realising was a lot cushier than you first thought. In the outpost, you spent nearly every waking moment cleaning or washing clothes without the aid of electrical appliances. Even if sleeping could have been escape from the misery of your new monotonous life, you scarcely got any. Your pre-existing insomnia had gotten worse as your bed was a thin and hard mattress paired with some flea-bitten old blankets. Your nights were spent staring at the ceiling, not sure whether to be grateful you weren’t dead in the nuclear waste land outside or be angry that you were going to be worked to the bone here despite surviving the fucking apocalypse.
You were so lost in your own thoughts and the rhythmic repetitive movement of the brush that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you. Michael stood, leaning against the wall nonchalantly, watching your hunched figure scrub the floor. He focused on picturing the body under the grubby pinafore, especially as you were unknowingly presenting your ass to him. If he cleared his throat, he bet you would twitch and turn to face him, fear in your E/C eyes, ready to obey whatever words he said.
That, however, would be too easy, too obvious, and too boring. No, Michael wanted something better than that. Mind control of humans, he had found, was very very easy. Right now, he could hear your thoughts. All he needed to do was tap into that stream of consciousness and command your mind or body. Without moving a finger, he made one of your hands move away from the brush and between your thighs. Gently, your fingers brushed against the cotton of your panties, rubbing your clit which hadn’t seen much attention in the past few weeks.
Dammit, why do I feel turned on right now? I guess no one will see me. Plus, only sex is punishable here, they didn’t say anything about masturbating.
Michael smirked to himself. Your human brain was justifying the actions he was controlling. Your fingers moved quicker, rubbing tight circles on your clit, making a little bit of wetness dampen your panties. Soon, he commanded your fingers to push your panties aside and press into your wet cunt. A soft whimper came from your mouth as you found yourself fingering yourself, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making too much sound. you had no idea why you were touching yourself or why you suddenly felt so horny, but it had hit you like a wave. A moan escaped your lips as you pressed two fingers inside yourself, your fingertips tickling your G-spot.
Michael’s cock twitched at the sound of your moan. You looked so pathetic and helpless, completely at the mercy at whatever he wanted you to do. Best part was that you didn’t even know it was him doing it. He watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, your moans muffled by your other hand as you attempted to silence yourself. Finally, he decided he was finished toying with you for day. His curiosity and desires were satisfied, his cock was hard and in need of release, and he now knew how easy it was to control you. He transmuted himself back to his room, wasting no time in pulling out his hardened and dripping length. He thrusted into his hand, picturing you on all fours, his length stretching your tight twat and you moaning and begging him to fill your desperate hole. With a deep groan, he came into his hand, shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.
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Your eyes snapped open. Stirring from your bed, you found your legs moving without you even deciding to move. Your body was carrying you away without your permission. You tried to stop but you kept on moving, ascending the stairs leading up from the gray quarters. All along the darkened corridors you walked, although you didn’t know where you were walking. Panic set in as you couldn’t regain control over your body, as much as you tried to grab onto the smooth stone walls to stop your relentless pace. Your body rushed past several dark doorways, coming to stop outside the only one with candles lit outside.
“Oh fuck.” You whispered to yourself, recognising who’s door you were currently stood outside.
Before you could even form the words ‘Michael Langdon’ in your mind, your hand was on the handle and sliding the door open. The room, however, was empty. You sighed in relief, thankful that you weren’t face to face with an enraged Michael, who would undoubtedly kill you for entering his room so boldly. Your body marched you into his room, taking no notice of your mental protests.
The door you had left open slammed shut with a bang that made you jump. You wanted to turn around to see who or what had closed the door, but your feet had rooted themselves to the stone floor.
“May I ask why you are in my room, gray?” asked Michael in his seductive drawl, taking agonisingly slow steps towards you as you stood, quivering like a cornered animal, unable to flee or face him.
“I-I am sorry, sir. I will leave immediately.” You squeaked out, feeling like you were being choked. You felt his form loom over you from behind.
“Then leave. Get out of my sight before I decide to do something worse than ask Miss Venable to double your workload for the next four weeks.” He commanded, although the anger in his voice seemed dulled down, not quite as threatening as it usually was. It sounded almost fake, like he was putting it on.
You didn’t want to risk misinterpreting his anger, however. You tried to move your body in the direction of the door but your legs moved in the opposite direction, walking you to the large bed in the centre of the room. You sat, spreading your legs. Your left hand began to creep towards your panties.
“No! No, stop!” You said aloud, grabbing your left wrist and trying to wrench it away. It was no use, as whatever it was that was moving your body for you was far more powerful than you. Defeated, you let your fingers caress the lips of your pussy through your cotton panties.
“You are a filthy human, touching yourself in my presence!” Michael seethed, looking annoyed by your display but also staring intently at the way your fingers moved against the fabric and how the lips of your cunt were stuck to it, already creating a damp patch.
“I don’t mean to; I don’t know has come over me!” You wailed, both frightened and frustrated with whatever was going on with your body. Your fingers kept on stroking your cunt, beginning to move more fervently.
Michael could feel blood rush to his cock. The panic on your face and your confusion over what had caused your body to cease to be under your control enthralled him. You were merciless to his power as he made you yank your panties off and begin fucking yourself. You alternated between moaning and crying, as your body was aroused whilst you were terrified of what Michael was going to do to you for touching yourself in front of him. Tears dripped off your face, wetting your cotton night dress and making it become translucent. To Michael, you were a picture of powerlessness which only made his length harden more, making his black slacks uncomfortably tight.
As fun as it was to watch you finger-fuck yourself whilst begging him to forgive you, Michael decided to reveal who was controlling your body. After all, he couldn’t have your crying waking everyone up and interrupting his fun.
“Y/N, do you have any idea why you cannot control yourself?” He asked, his voice calm yet cruel.
“No-no, I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t mean to I just c-cant stop.” You said hopelessly, feeling yourself blush as you looked up at him staring at you hungrily. Of course, you thought he was very attractive, you’d have to be blind not to, but that didn’t lessen the embarrassment of having him watch you touch yourself like a horny teenager.
Your fingers went limp. Your whole body went slack, and you fell backwards onto the bed. Whatever force had been contorting your body had ceased. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you looked at Michael who was smirking, a look of smug delight on his face. It finally clicked.
He had been controlling your body.
Not just tonight, but that time when you had begun touching yourself when scrubbing the floor. All sense of fear left you as you glared at his smug face. Michael began laughing, amused by your rage at how he has completely violated you by using your body for his entertainment.
“You…you fucking asshole!” You hissed, so furious you couldn’t even raise your voice. “How dare you do that to me!”
“You’re forgetting that I saved you from perishing out there. By all rights, you belong to me, I can do what I please with you.” Michael stretched out a hand toward you. Your body was flung back up towards the headboard. He was above you in an instant, his honey blonde hair falling about you, blocking the rest of the room from view.
“You’re nothing but a little fuck toy for me to experiment with. Don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous that the son of Satan has never indulged in lust? I think it’s high time I changed that, fulfil my role, and you can fulfil yours.” He purred, leaning down so his lips brushed yours as he spoke.
So, this was all about the fact Michael Langdon, the fucking antichrist, has never had sex? Or hadn’t had enough sex (in his eyes anyway)? Maybe if he had just asked you, you would have willingly obliged to fuck him. Something told you it wasn’t just sex he wanted out of this.
You didn’t have much of a chance to ponder on this as Michael drew himself back from you and your body rolled itself over without you wanting to. The cotton nightdress that had scarcely concealed your body was removed and thrown to the floor. Your knees propped your ass up and your face pressed itself against the bed. There was denying that now that you knew it was Michael controlling your body, you felt a lot calmer about this whole ordeal. Many nights you had touched yourself, imagining how it would feel to have him fucking you into the mattress or gripping your hips as you rode him. Now that fantasy was becoming reality, you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation, very much of your own accord. His hands caressed your waist, trailing over the contours of your hip and ass. He dipped his thumb into your cunt as if he was testing you out.
“Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how much you want me to use you.” He commanded, undoing his belt then removing his shirt and slacks.
“I want your cock to split me in two, sir. I’ve wanted it all along.” You felt embarrassed saying these kinds of things. It felt like a lifetime ago that you and your boyfriend Jim had whispered filthy things to each other on the phone at night. You felt a twang of pain at the memory of your now (most likely) dead boyfriend.
“Go on. Are you going to be my little toy for tonight?” He prompted, snapping you out of your reminiscing.
“I’ll be your toy, sir. You can use me all night long.” You said, unsure whether you were actually saying these things out of true desire or whether it was out of desperation to feel some form of intimacy after so many months spent alone and without physical contact of any kind.
Michael’s response to your answer was to enter you without warning, using your slick as lube. His hand gripped your hip as he pressed into you going deeper and deeper, as if his cock was bottomless. You groaned into the mattress as your walls stretched around his impressive length. He wasted no time, starting to thrust in and out of your slick cunt, savouring the tightness and silky flesh. It felt vastly more pleasurable than how his hand felt. In fact, it was the greatest indulgence in pleasure he had ever felt. Now he understood why lust was one of the seven deadly sins because the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, twitching around him, and your whimpers of sheer gratification was anything but holy.
Unable to move, you were trapped beneath Michael as he pounded into you, his balls slapping your clit as he ravaged your body. You hated to admit it but this was the best sex you had ever had. Feeling helpless beneath this beauty of a man, being totally used by him for his selfish pleasure was undeniably arousing, as evidenced by how your own slick was beginning to drip onto the black sheets. Even better was the noises Michael was making; he certainly wasn’t shy about moaning and gasping as he explored how far he could push his cock into you. Considering he was technically a virgin, you felt almost honoured to be making him curse and groan whenever he felt you tighten around him. The pressure in your lower stomach was getting too much to bare as you felt your orgasm creep closer with every deep thrust.
The familiar sensation in his cock told Michael he was close to cumming. He was annoyed that he didn’t last longer but your pussy and cute whimpers as you came close to your own orgasm were so much better than his hand and his imagination. Pulling out, he seamlessly made you flip onto your back, legs spread.
“I want to see your face when I make you cum all down my cock. You’ve been such a good little toy for me, Y/N.” Michael said, lining himself up with your pussy.
You hated that him calling you by your name made you feel a little bit….loved? You knew he saw you as nothing more than a hole to fill, but after the heartbreak of losing Jim and having no one ever call you by your name anymore, to hear it whispered in a low and lustful tone stirred tenderness within you. Not to mention that the praise he gave you made you feel a little less invisible and a bit more appreciated, even if it was only for his pleasure.
Michael entered you again, moaning at your soft insides wrapping around his cock. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down gently. You felt your insides contract into an immediate orgasm, your hands grabbing the sheets, your mouth hanging open in shock and bliss. But the orgasm didn’t crest and fall, it just kept going and going, like you were suspended at the peak. Michael bottomed out before thrusting back into your spasming cunt, enjoying how shocked you looked at the unnatural orgasm he was giving you. You were truly under his command, completely within his control and at his disposal. With one last thrust, he came, shooting his load into your awaiting womb. He removed his hand from your stomach, allowing you to come down from your orgasm and fall back against the pillows.
You felt utterly used; your pussy was full of Michael’s seed and you were dizzy from the sheer level the orgasm had brought you to. It wasn’t something a body was meant to endure and sure enough you were feeling it. Michael pulled out of you, panting from exertion. He had got what he wanted, and it had lived up to his fantasies. You had submitted under him, powerless and under his control. Seeing how pliable your weak human body was and how easy it was to send you into a frenzy of pleasure had converted to him to the idea that sex was something he wanted. Considering he could just make you walk up here whenever he wanted, he was certain that he would have you in here every night.
You went to get up, relieved to feel that your body was once again under your control rather than Michael’s, who looked to be in a daze. Retrieving your nightdress from the floor, you pulled it back on, guessing that now that Michael was finished with you, you were once again just another servant under his command. You snuck out the sliding door, walking back through the silent and dark hallways, trying not to think about what just happened to you.
You didn’t know if you wanted it to happen again or wanted it all to be stored away in your mind as just a terrible nightmare that was never part of reality.
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can i request a lil cute thing with jim mason where you’re paired up with him for a school project and you’re both nervous bc you like each other? and maybe a lil kissie somewhere? 🥺🥺🩷🩷
Hey anon thanks for your request. And I definitely love your idea. And I hope you enjoy what I came up with inspired by your request. Also disclaimer I have not seen this movie. But I have seen clips from it online. And I am definitely going to be watching his movie. But I definitely love the idea of writing this sort of fanfics. And Thai fanfic might be short fanfic for some people.
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Jim Mason x reader
Summary: You and Jim are partners for a project at school. And they like each other.
Warning: small amounts of kissing, and spelling mistakes. Tell me if I miss anything.
Y/n pov
(at the Library after school)
I was sitting with Jim Mason one of my classmates working on our project for history class. Actually I am nervous of working on this project with Jim, because I have a crush on this cute guy. Actually this crush has been going on for a while. And now we are partners on a history project.
And I can just get lost in his beautiful blue eyes, it is like looking at a beautiful blue ocean.
I just wish I could know if he feels the same for me. And maybe we can start a relationship together.
Jim pov
I can’t believe that for my history project I get to work with my crush. This is exciting, but I am so nervous of making a full of myself in front of her.
And maybe today can be the day I tell her how I feel. Y/n has an amazing laugh, and I love the way y/n eyes shine in sunlight.
I could never get enough of this amazing person. And i hope that maybe we both have the same feelings for each other.
“ hey y/n, I wanted to tell you something. Do you think we can take a break form this project?” I asked while I put close my history book for a moment.
“ yes Jim. And we should totally take a break.” Y/n said while she also closed her book.
“ Y/n I have feelings for you, like romantic feelings for you. And I hope you fell the same.” I said as my eyes look right at her. My heart is betting out of my chest.
“Jim I feel exactly the same way about you. And I have been for some time. I am so happy you fell the same.”
Y/n just told me she feels the same way. I can’t believe it. I feel my happiness is skyrocketing.
Y/n pov
Me and Jim have feelings for each other . I can’t believe this is happening. All I want to do is jump up and down form happiness. And I want to know what its like to kiss this guy in front of me.
My head is leaning more into Jim’s head, my lips are moving towards his lips. And his lips are moving towards my lips.
When we kissed I can feel sparks flying and this is so magical.
I just can’t believe this is happening. Omg, and can’t believe we have the same feelings for each other. And I am so happy to know we feel the same.
And know we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I asked him to be my boyfriend.
This is one of the best days of my life.
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Thanks for reading. I hope everyone enjoy this. And also it is my first fanfic for Jim Mason. And I am excited to write more. Also sorry this fanfic is a bit short for some people.
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