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crown-ov-horns · 2 months

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Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

“Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

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memoriesoftanalorr · 2 months

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She was an angel but she never knew she was (Michael Langdon x female reader)

Note: I don't know why I'm came up this, sometimes my mind rushing with ideas. I'd wish that there's was an redemption arc for Michael Langdon. I hope I didn't mess the things up since I never watched it but I'm gonna research properly, okay seems I'm not so but I'll rewrite it later on then. Why I'm so spontaneous with stories sometimes? Used the song by Thousands Foot Krutch sentence from the song Honest and also used Day To Remember song Miracle. Again I'm random at tittles.

Summary: Sets somewhere around AHS Apocalypse. Y/n is 17 years old student girl who's living at the countryside more or less safely. Cordelia Goode wanted to recruit a mysterious teen as she knows that Y/n has supernatural abilities but girl is hides well, some kind of spell hides her. Sometime later Y/n sees how Michael Langdon murders the person, somehow Michael didn't tried to kill the girl, he senses supernatural being but only barely and didn't figure out who is the girl is. The second time when Michael meet with a teenager, she was in the danger, a forest was burning in the fire, Langdon saved her. Somehow he felt affection to Y/n. Unknown to her, she's have a supernatural in her as well, her grandfather was a angel, cherubim and left a messages and instructions and amulet how to stop the Apocalypse. BTW, forgot to mention it'll be not a romance. Sorry for my grammar. I hope it's okay.

If you could only feel the way that I feel Ready for the war to come my way Yeah, I struggled so I know what it takes The pressure only builds 'til it breaks If you could only feel the way that I feel You might think it's something spiritual But I'm betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle Right here, right now To Hell with all someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle You might think it's something spiritual But I don't need a fucking miracle If you could only see the way that I see You could find the faith to take the leap It only took one shot to prove I'm not made of glass There's no pain you could cause that won't eventually pass If you could only see the way that I see You'd be betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle

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Y/n spending time at the countryside from spring until October, she lives in a two floor house with her father and they have many good friends among the neighbors. A teenage girl likes gardening and walking near the lake, she has her own room there. She made there so many good memories, Y/n loved their neighbor so much, she's a good lady who has a cat and they're always talking about flowers and walking near the lake together. Once at night, Y/n get a small trip away from the house, a teenager decided to enjoying the sunset. Y/n get through the bridge and walked forward the edge of the grasshill next to the lake. A girl starred at the purple sunset with a smile.

Y/n and her father stayed at the countryside a little longer though it was October. Week later, Y/n decided to get a walk over the lake again. It's getting dark when she is heading back, suddenly she's heard someone's terrifying screaming for help. "Is anybody's here? Oh, it's really scary." Y/n started feeling herself nervous.

A teen saw man's body laying on the ground covered in blood and then she noticed a man with short strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes wearing black trench coat, pants and boots, he is holding a bloody knife. "You're better not telling anyone whet you saw here." Michael leaning closer to you. "Who are you?" Y/n trembling in fear. "My name is Michael Langdon. I'm Anti-Christ." he made a slutty smile. "Are you crazy? Stay away from me!" Y/n stepped back and runned as fast as she can. "Go on, run but I'll find you anywhere." Michael chuckled. Y/n get back home at the dinner time, get inside the hallway and take her jacket off and then locked the door. "Hey, how's your walk? You're just in time for a dinner." your dad greeted you. "Hey, dad." Y/n replied. "Something is wrong? You're look pale, are you getting sick?" he asked. "I think I get a cold. I don't want to eat. I'd rather go rest in my room." Y/n lied. "Rest well." Your dad said with a smile. "Thanks." Y/n nodded. You laid into your bed, closing your eyes. "What a nice night, meeting with maniac. I wish everything will be safe and peaceful here again."

Two weeks ago, you researching on an old and abandoned archive, it was weird that the building was near the forest. Inside was dusty and dark, you could see the spider webs at the walls and windows. "Disgusting. I should prepare myself. This archive needs a repair and cleaning. Alright, I'm come back here later." you spoke out loud. When you get outside you could feel the smell of fire and smoke. The trees and leaves were burning, turning into a large flame. You started panic and ran towards your house. Soon you began to choke on smoke and coughing a lot, you started to feel yourself dizzy. "Somebody help!" you screamed in despair. Michael Langdon appears behind your back. "Give me your hand. I'll get you out of here." "Is that you?" Y/n gasped. "Come on, trust me." Michael landing you a hand. "How I can trust you?" she struggled. "You're rather prefer to die? he pointed out sarcastically. Y/n grabbed his hand and falls into his shoulder as she lost consciousness. Langdon teleporting you miles away from the forest and then carefully laid you on the ground, leaning down on his knees next to you. Michael slightly using his abilities and read your mind while you were asleep. Sometine later, you're woke up, slowly getting up. "Ow, my head." "So you're awake finally." he spoke. Y/n glanced at him. "You're saved me?" "That's right, Miss Y/n." he nodded. "Well, thanks I guess." Y/n rubbed her shoulder. "You're welcome." "Wait, how did you know my name?" "That's one of my special talents." Michael made a slutty smile. "Uhm, I need to go now." you replied. "See you later." he smiled. "I don't think that I want to see you again." Y/n snapped. "Are you sure, little brat?" Michael mocked. "Anyway, I'm leaving." Y/n walks away.

In the distance you saw firefighters and an ambulance. Your father ran up to you and hugged you. "How did you escape the fire?" "I was on the other side of the forest. Everything was fine, but what happened to the others?” Y/n asked. "Our neighbors are fine. Some idiots set the forest on fire." "Let's go home." You glanced at your father with a soft smile and then looked back. "What are you looking for, dear?" your father asked. "I just had a feeling. Never mind." Y/n squeezed her father's hand and both of them leave the road side by side.

Few days later Y/n drive away with her dad to California. At the city she haven't friends and she's always just at home doing her daily routine or having small walking around the town. Once at afternoon Y/n sitting at the bench in the park and somehow she noticed a familiar strawberry blonde haired man with blue eyes in the crowd. You pretended that you're didn't seen him in the crowd and just reading the book. Michael sits down at the bench next to you. "What are you reading, kiddo? Is this a love story?" he teased. "It's not a love story, I don't really interested in love stories, it's a detective." Y/n responses to him. "I see." Michael chuckled. "Michael Langdon, right?" you just wanted to be correct if you're said his name right. "I love the way you said my name." he made a small smile. "Are you following me or what? Why you're here?" Y/n glanced at the man. "Because we're need to talk." he simply replied. "I don't want to talk when the other people could hear us." Y/n whispered. "Oh, I know where we can talk, come with me." Langdon stand up from the bench waiting for you. You take a deep breath and stand up from the bench. "Alright."

"I'm not going to hurt you." Michael assured you.

"How lovely of you." Y/n followed him across the street.

Michael lead you into abodended bookstore, though it was nice inside and not as dusty. "Uhm, I didn't seen this bookstore before." Y/n spoke. "You can find something interesting here for sure." Michael's blue eyes glanced through yours. "We're here not for reading, are we?" Y/n blushed. "Yeah, I know but I thought you would like to look around." he responded. "I guess there is a second floor, I'm bet this bookstore has a reading room. Let's talk there." Y/n suggests. The two getting up the stairs and entered a large reading room. Michael sit down at the sofa. "Are you going to just stand here or you're sit down?" he asked. "So what are you wanted to talk about?" you still didn't trust him completely. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not going to hurt you. I told you that before." "Alright, you can start first." she said shyly. "What brought you to California?" he asked. "Visiting a family member and actually I have a vacation." Y/n answers honestly. "I see." Langdon spoke. "Now is my turn. Are you really, you know---" Y/n paused. "Too scared to said it out loud?" Michael becoming glummy. "I just never thought that I could meet a supernatural being." Y/n expressed. "Hmm." Michael was amused. "So you're going to destroy the world?" you lowered your head. "You're better don't know about that." he said coldly. "Sounds really dramatic. Anyway I'm bet you're going to be lonely if you're going to do this." Y/n responses. "We both know who I am but I interested more in who you are." Michael stand up and walked towards you. "What do you mean?" Y/n freeze in shock. "I feel supernatural in you but I can't quite understand who you are." Michael glanced at you coldly. "It can't be true! I'm just the most ordinary person." Tears flowing down your face.

"Hey, kid. I'm sorry I'm scared you." Michael squeezed your hand.

"I don't understand... How it possible?" Y/n glanced at him.

"I'm not sure." He confessed. "Anyway, it's not about what you said, I'm just good for nothing." you still feeling your heart skipped with sadness. "I promise I'll find it out." Michael's blue eyes starred at you. "You don't have to." Y/n looked away. "Forget about it for a while. I like your perfume, it's so sweet and in the same time not so strong." Michael cuddled into your cheek gently. Y/n blushes and stepped back. "What was that? Stop that flirting." "I didn't meant to flirt with you, just wanted to make a compliment and comfort you." Michael replied. "Hmm, seriously?" Y/n rolled her eyes. "Believe me I don't have nothing like that in mind. See you later, Miss Y/n." "Wait, uhm, thanks for company. It's kinda weird but---" Michael smiled and then get down the stairs. Y/n leaves the bookstore few minutes after Michael leaves.

Time skip. Days ago. "Hey, dear. Take care of yourself. You know lately there has been a lot of unrest on the streets and in the world in general." Your father warned you. "I know that, dad. It's been a while since I'm getting outside though." you replied thoughtfully. "By the way where have you been last time?" your dad asked. "I was at the park and then I found a really nice bookstore but it was abodended." you answered. "I'm bet you're getting inside because you're really curious and love those kind of places." your dad said with a smile. "I hope nobody would think I'm a thief. I just would love to take care of this building." Y/n said passionately. "If this your wish, how about to talk with neighbors to make some repairs and such? And we'll do something together." he spoke. "That's would be great! But I think this building doesn't need much repair." Y/n hugged her dad. "Alright. I need to go." Your dad get a jacket on. "Be careful too." you reminded. "I've noticed you're daydreaming about something lately." he said. "I just daydreaming for some peaceful days." Y/n blushing. "Nice wish." Then he is get outside and leave the house, you locked the door. The truth is that Michael was on your mind. Last time he was tricky, cold and in the same time delicate. What he's feeling? Is he drowned into darkness or it's not too far gone?

Y/n then finds out from her dad that her grandfather left her an a amulet and his journal, Y/n don't remember much about her grandfather but she's heard he was kind and religious person. Y/n decided to find it.

The other day, Y/n was inside her room but then get outside at the backyard, Michael standing there. Y/n stepped forward him. "Michael?" Y/n was surprised to see him. He turned his face towards you, he was full of anger. "Mich… What's happened?" Y/n touched his hand gently. "My destiny in destroying humanity and the world. If you only knew what I can do! But I don't want to hurt you. I don't know why I feel this way. I am a monster!" Tears flowing down his face. Y/n embraces him into a hug. "You're must be feel yourself lonely, aren't you? I feel humanity and good in you. I wish there's a way out to prevent Apocalypse and heal your soul." "I afraid it's no way out." he replied. "I wish it's not like that." Y/n whispers. Michael squeezed into your shoulder gently still sobbing. "You're been through a lot I guess." Y/n patted his back. He slipped from your embrace and looked away. Y/n wiped his tears away, stroking his hair gently. "I like your hair." Y/n smiled. "I missed you, Y/n." Michael squeezed your hand gently smiling. Y/n giggled. "By the way, I'm not sure but I think we have a chance to get the answers on some questions." Y/n said mysteriously. "This is what I'm thinking about?" Langdon asked. "My grandfather left me a amulet and his journal. He was religious and it might mean that in this journal could be something about… If I am really a supernatural being and maybe in this notes he wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n lowered her head. "Hmm, you need my help to find it?" Michael guessed. "I think I know where to start the search." Y/n said excitedly. "Seriously? Where?" Michael wondered. "It's somewhere in his room at our family's countryside house or in old archive but I think archive get damaged by fire." Y/n said thoughtfully. "I can get you there now." Michael spoke. "Let's do it tomorrow. I still have a lot of to do." Y/n yawned a bit. Michael giving you a hug before leaving. "See you soon then."

On the next afternoon, Michael knocked at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "Hey, It's Michael." he responds. "Hello, Mich." Y/n said as she opened the door into a hallway. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Listen, I'm not sure I want to know the truth. I'm such a coward, right?" Y/n struggling. "But yesterday you were so determined about finding the journal and amulet." Michael get confused. "But if we're don't find it or it's journal didn't exists at all. I don't remember my grandfather." Y/n sighed softly. "You're brave and clever girl. We're going to work it out." Michael laid his hand at your shoulder. "Thank you. Alright, we should get going now." Y/n take her bag. "Where's we should teleport first?" Michael asked. "How about try that forest? Archive is somewhere further."

"I got it. Take my hand and close your eyes." Michael spoke.

"Okay." Y/n squeezed his hand and take a deep breath before she closed her eyes.

When Y/n opened her eyes, she noticed that the surrounding around her is changed, it was the same forest.

Suddenly Michael grabbed your hand in protecting gesture. "I feel someone's presence." "Who's this? I feel something too but---" Y/n turned her head to see a women coming towards them. She has a blonde hair and brown eyes, pale skin, she's wearing a beautiful dress. She's seemed powerful but in the same time not going to harm anyone. Y/n wasn't as scared to meet with her. "Who's this lady?" Y/n asked Michael. "A witch from the coven. Get back, Y/n." he replied. "It's really surprising that you're trying to protect that child from me. I come with peace." Cordelia replied. "Are you two already met?" Y/n asked out of curiosity. Michael groaned. "So you're Y/n? I have something for you. I've been looking forward to meet with you but I couldn't do it earlier. My name is Cordelia Goode." she smiled. "Nice to meet with you." Y/n spoke. "Me too, dear. Take this amulet. It'll protect you." Cordelia helped you to wear on a amulet on you. "Thanks. It's from my grandfather? Did he left me a letter?" Y/n asked anxiously. "I found a letter tied with a ribbon, you can read it." Cordelia patted your arm. You opened a envelope and started reading. "Dear, Y/n. It's your grandfather. I should explain a lot of things. First, wear this amulet, it protects you from evil. You'll find more in my favorite place." Then the letter ends and you hide the letter into your bag. "I need to find my grandfather's journal. I think he's wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n said. "Let's find it together." Cordelia laid her hands on your shoulders. Y/n looked back at Michael. "If root of evil doesn't mind that. If seems like he wants to let his anger out." Y/n mocked. "Do you know who he is? Did he tried to hurt you?" Cordelia asked. "I know who he is and he didn't tried to hurt me." you answers honestly. "Hmm, interesting." Cordelia glanced at Michael. "So this why you're here. I don't mind but I'm not really happy either." Langdon tighned his teeth. "Can I talk face to face with Langdon, dear? It won't take a long." Cordelia squeezed your hand gently. "Alright but I hope he'll not try to kill you when I'm away. I'm will wait you two over my family's house." Y/n joked and walk away. "What was that?" Michael said in confusion. "Do this child knows who she is?" Cordelia asked. "No. I can't understand it either." Michael replied in annoyance. "I feel bright and powerful aura. She's an angel." Cordelia added. "She's angel?" Michael widened his eyes in shock. "I see that child softened your heart a bit." Cordelia pointed out. He lowered his head. "I don't understand how but I feel affection towards Y/n." "She's a kind soul, she wants to save yours." Cordelia explained.

Then Michael looked away, he felt sadness. "I hope she can do this because without her, everything losing meaning in this damn world." "So Y/n means a lot of to you?" Cordelia was amazed by his words. "Let's stop wasting our time on talking, shall we?" Michael responded. "I'll tell her the truth when she's ready." Cordelia finished the conversation then. Cordelia and Michael caught up with you then. "Hey, Michael. What you two talking about? Did she cast a spell on you?" Y/n teased. Cordelia laughted, "No, I don't casting any spells on him when you were away. You'll know everything later on." Michael groans in response.

"Hmm, my grandfather wrote that I'll find more in his favorite place. Did he meant his room? It's get abandoned after his death." you feel like crying. "Let's check it out." Cordelia patted your shoulder. Michael glanced at you with empathy. "Right. This way." Y/n becoming encouraged by support. Trio get inside the house and walked through the hallway and then on the right. "My grandfather always locking his room but in last time, the door was unlocked but I guess my dad actually locked it after sometime." Y/n opened the enclosed latern and inside it she finds a key and opened the door. "Interesting. I feel something supernatural." Michael pointed out. Cordelia nodded quietly. The room was messy and dusty, there's was the mirror, a wooden table, chair, books and the window. "I found another key. Hmm, is there is the shelf on the back of the mirror with a lock." Y/n guessed. You unlocked the shelf on the back of the mirror and found a large journal. You're glances at the pages. "There are some rituals here. I don't quite understand." "Would you let me take a look on it?" Cordelia asked politely. "Yeah, sure." Y/n land a journal to her. Michael standing next to the teenager silently. "It's a really powerful rituals. Can I borrow your grandfather's notes for a while?" Cordelia looked at you. "Why not. I trust you." Y/n smiled. "Thank you, dear. I'll tell you both more when I'm made a proper research on it." she spoke. Y/n locked the room and then the trio leave the house. Michael then grabbed Cordelia's arm. "Why don't you tell me what you saw now?" "I'll tell you and Y/n everything later on." Cordelia glances at him. "What are you talking about?" Y/n approaching them. "He's just too impatient to know what was in these notes." Cordelia mocked. "I respect you enough to wait until you're read it." Y/n replied. "See you later, dear." she made a soft smile. "Bye." Y/n smiled. Then she leaves and Y/n steps to Michael. "I feel something between you two or I'm wrong?" "Hmm." Michael looked at you thoughfully. "Are you okay?" Y/n asked. "Do you really want to know who you are?" "Not now."

Five days later Cordelia and Michael visits you in your house. You made everyone a cup of tea. "First I have to tell you something, Y/n. You don't even know how much power you have. Your grandfather was chosen. He is an angel and so are you, it's in your blood." Cordelia took your hand. "Thank you for telling me." you lowered your head. Michael glanced at you. "Your grandfather also writes that his successor or witch can stop the Apocalypse by killing an a Antichrist either removing it's evil powers by ritual. But it's really powerful rituals and you're untrained and we're don't have much time. I can't risk your life. I'll do it." Cordelia glances at you. "But you're okay with risking my life, aren't you?" Michael snapped. "Maybe I can do this…" Y/n said. "Everyone at Academy is agreed with risk anyway." she added. "Do you guys having a witch school?" Y/n wonders. "Kind of." Cordelia giggled. "Who's going to make a ritual? If this works, I'm okay with that." Michael said. "Why do you would do that?" Y/n asked him. "Because I want you to be safe." Michael replied honestly. "So you care for me? It's unbelievable." Tears flowing down your face. "Trust me. I do care for you." Michael giving you a hug. Y/n squeezed into his shoulder gently. Cordelia watching the two with a smile. "I'll send a taxi for you when I'll prepare everything and provide you about the ritual if this safe but I'm not sure I can make it safe for you." Cordelia then finished. "Okay." Y/n nodded. Michael and Cordelia leaving your house quietly. "Tell me one thing, is this going to kill me or Y/n?" He asked. "Perhaps. But we have no choice anymore." Cordelia sighed. "Do you lied to her then?" Michael bursts in anger. "No, I'm not. There is still hope that she can survive." Cordelia responded. "I want her to live, can you hear me?" Michael replied bitterly.

Three days later Y/n get a letter from Cordelia laying under the carpet next to the front door. "Dear Y/n, I'm sorry that you're didn't heard anything from me lately but I don't want to risk your life, Michael don't want it either." A teen read the letter quietly. "I hope that everything will be fine soon." Y/n get inside the house and hid the letter inside her room.

Meantime, Cordelia and Michael went inside the abandoned castle, she draw the casting circle and prepared ingredients for the spell. Cordelia land a cup to him. "Drink it. I'm warning you, ritual going to be painful." Michael take the cup and drank it. "Let's do it." Cordelia then began casting the spell, the fire in the candles flickered. Langdon feeling like he's burning from the inside, he screamed in pain and at the end of the spell, he's falled on the floor unconscious. Cordelia leaned down next to him. He is still breathing. Michael opened his eyes some minutes later. Cordelia tugging his hair away and look at his ear, the mark behind his ear is fades away. "Your mark is faded." she spoke. "I can't believe it!" Michael shouted in shock. "Now you're human." Cordelia smiled. "And what's my purpose now?" he wondered. "I don't know what you're going to do but now your soul is healed and you're got a friend or a more than one." Cordelia get up from the floor and takes his hand and helping him to get up from the floor.

On next day, world gets to normal and safe. Michael and Cordelia went to your house. Y/n reading a book. Someone's knocking at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "It's Cordelia." A female voice spoke. Y/n wondering what happened to Michael. If he okay? "Oh, hello, Miss Cordelia. I will open the door now." Michael crawled from behind and grab your waist. "Hey, little brat!" Y/n trembled from a sudden attack from behind but laughted out. "You're freaked me out!" "Sorry I just couldn't resist myself." he made a smug smile. "I giving you back your grandfather's notebook. He left you another letter inside it and your photograph. He loves you." Cordelia land a notebook to you. "Then why I don't remember him? Thanks, but I guess it's better if you're hide the notebook somewhere with magic if something will happen." Y/n replied. "I think that nothing bad going to happen but anyway, that's wise. Take a letter then." she nodded. "So this ritual goes well?" Y/n asked. "Michael is human now, his powers are gone." Cordelia answered. "Glad to hear that." Y/n smiled. "Would you like me to teach you how controlling your abilities?" Cordelia touches your arm. "Attending a witch school? But I'm not quite a witch." Y/n struggling. "What's you answer, kid?" Michael smiles. "I'm not sure yet." Y/n rubbed her neck. "Don't worry. I'll wait for your decision. See you later, dear." Goode giving you a hug. "See you later maybe." Y/n hugged Cordelia back. "I think Michael wants to tell you something. I need to go." she whispers. "Really?" you're whispering to her. Cordelia nodded to you with a mysterious smile and then leaves. "Do you need help with finding a apartment? I know a nice one around on rent." Y/n spoke to Michael. "Sounds great. Listen, I going to say you something and I'll be honest with you." he squeezed your hand. "Alright." Y/n nodded. "I want to say… Thank you for being a good friend." Michael lean closer to you. "We're friends? But we're don't know much about each other." Y/n looked away. "I don't care and when I met you in second time, I readed your memories. Some of them. I hope you're not mad at me for that?" he glances at you. "I hope I can read yours. I'm not mad at you. And you're welcome." Y/n responses. "Hmm, the same perfume. You smell good." Michael cuddling into your cheek again. "That's enough!" Y/n hiding her face with her hands blushing and playfully pushing him away but then Michael hugs you. "I love you, my angel." he smiled softly. "I love you too but you're such a slut sometimes, my friend." Y/n mocked. "So you're love me too?" Michael made a playful smile. "So you made a truce with pretty witch lady huh?" Y/n teased. "Something like this." he answered. "If something I think we're can helping each other wilth stuff you know." you spoke. "Would be nice." Michael replied. "Do you want something?" you asked him. "Can we take a walk before I'm leave?" Michael taking your hand. "Sure."

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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 year

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Kinks & Cuddles

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: comforting kol after he faces his mother's rage

tags: hurt / comfort, mentions of abuse, cuddling, mild smut, mommy kink, blood drinking / sharing

word count: ~1.6k

note: this is inspired by a michael langdon fic i read years ago. i felt the kink fit kol, too. linked on my ao3 if i can track it down. also, i’m publishing this drunk :)

“Hello, love,” Klaus greets as you enter the mansion, “I assume Rebekah’s called you for the intervention?”

You nod, “is it bad this time?”

“One of the worst I’ve ever seen.”

You purse your lips, wondering how you’ll tackle it.

“Of course,” he continues, “we could just leave him like that. Eventually he’ll snap out of it and go on a killing spree to deal with his emotions instead.”

“No, I’ll get him better before it comes to that. It’ll be okay.”

“Alrighty then. Oh, but Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“He may be hungry. There’s bags in the fridge if you need.”

“Thank you, Klaus.”

“I’m only a phone call away if you need anything.”

After giving him a polite smile, you make your way up the stairs to Kol’s room.

Ever since you’ve started dating, you’ve become more involved in the Mikaelsons’ family business, which, unfortunately, includes their mother’s torment. It isn’t uncommon for the witch to punish them like children, no matter how old they are. Most of it is yelling, but there are times you’ve seen her be more physical, too. Elijah’s the only one who hasn’t been on the receiving end of her, but that’s because he’s never the troublemaker. And while he can often calm her down mid-argument, sometimes, his efforts are futile.

This is one of those times. Yesterday, Esther had gotten so angry at Kol that not even Elijah could stop her rage. You hadn’t been there, but his siblings recounted it to you. He had come back from The Mystic Grill a little drunk and the woman was furious, yelling about how he could’ve attacked someone and wouldn’t have been able to properly heal and compel the person away. Kol tried to defend that he wasn’t that drunk, but the defiance earned him a slap to the face. The boy gave up instantly, retreated to his room, and hadn’t been out since. As for their mother, she had left early in the morning, no note nor anything else. This unpredictability isn’t unusual for her, but it sure is maddening.

After Rebekah and Klaus had searched the entire mansion for their mother and found no trace, they called you. You have become sort of like a guardian angel to the family - saving them on multiple accounts, helping them through tough situations, and comforting them after episodes with their mother. Yes, it’s Kol that you’re dating, but you love the rest of them like siblings.

Their mother, of course, doesn’t know how close you are with the family. There’s no way she would allow it - not for someone to know the family secrets, nor for someone to love Kol the way you do. At the very least, she’d put a boundary spell around the house to prevent your entry; at the worst, she’d set out to kill you. The siblings wouldn’t put it past her.

“Kol?” You ask gently as you reach his door. He only groans, muffled by his pillow, in response. “It’s me, baby. Can I come in?”

“Fine.”

You’re just as quiet about turning the knob and sitting beside him on the bed. “Hey, you.” You brush your finger down his cheek. “You look quite cuddly.”

He doesn’t answer, opting to bury his head deeper into the pillow. His hair rests messily against it, and his eyes are closed. Strong arms keep it in place under his head, and the way that they’re flexed shows off his back muscles, which peek out from under the blanket.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay. That’s fine. Is it okay that I sit with you?”

“Yes.”

“Mmkay, good boy.” You murmur, cuddling up beside him. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then asks, “who called?”

“Bex, this time. She’s worried about you.”

“It was her last time.”

“I remember that. And it was you that called me.”

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Why do you always come when we call?”

“Because I love you all,” you reply instantly. “You’re the family I never had. Except for you, though,” you boop his nose, “because I love you in a different way.”

“I love you, too. Hey, um… can you do that thing you were doing last time?”

“What thing?” You try to rack your brains to what you did last time you comforted your boyfriend.

“This.” He haphazardly moved a piece of your hair as an example.

“Ah! Yes, I certainly can.” Immediately, you reach up a hand and pull it through his hair, playing with the locks, and massaging his scalp.

“Thank you. Feels nice.”

“Good. I’m glad. You need anything else?”

“No, just cuddles.”

“Okay.” You smile. Before you know it, you’re both fast asleep.

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You’re not sure what woke you up, but some hours later, you’re disturbed from a deep sleep. One of your hands still rests in Kol’s hair, while the other lies under your own cheek. When you open your eyes, though, instead of him being at eye level with you, his head is ducked down to your breasts. Before you can ask anything, you sigh involuntarily as you feel your nipple being tugged between his teeth. His tongue is swirling around your breast, wetting it, and then releasing it to flop back to its sideways position. His head then dips to take it in his mouth again, repeating the process.

As soon as you come to your senses, you try to find your words. “Kol?”

No response.

“You okay, baby?” You run your hand back through his hair.

This seems to wake him up, quickly. He snaps out of an apparent trance, removes his mouth, and refuses to look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I should’ve asked. I’m sorry, mommy. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, there,” you hook a finger on his chin, “no apologies, you’re perfectly okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He finally looks up at you, “but I touched you without asking.”

“It’s okay, baby. In fact, I’m glad you found the comfort you needed. That’s why I’m here.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Not at all. Do you feel better?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Good. Good boy.” His body shivers at the praise. “Do you need-” You stop mid-sentence. “Did you call me ‘mommy’?”

His face pales. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.” His head drops back to the sheets in embarrassment, “I don’t remember.”

“Kol…”

“Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh, pumpkin, I could never hate you! Actually, I find it endearing.” He swallows hard enough that you hear it. “Did you mean it?”

His eyes narrow, “Mean it as in…?”

“As like… was that a slip of the tongue, or was it something you’ve wanted to say?”

“I…I…”

“It’s okay, Kol.”

“I meant it.” He wets his lips. “I just… every time you come help me after mother yells at me, you make me feel safe. Like how a mother should. I don’t know why exactly it makes me want to call you that, but… it does.”

You tilt his chin back up again, and this time he obeys, “to make you feel safe and to love you are all I want to do, Kol. And yes, those are jobs your mother should be fulfilling, too, but if she won’t, I’ll gladly take on both roles.”

“Wait, really? It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. And you already know I love it when you suck on my breasts, baby. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you…”

“You can say it.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

“Of course,” you kiss his head, “mommy loves you. She’s here to take care of you. And, speaking of, are you hungry?”

Before he can answer, his grumbling stomach gives him away.

“Ah, so it seems.”

“I don’t want to go downstairs, yet. Please don’t make me.”

“Oh no, no, no, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you do anything, baby. I know what it’s like to be in that kind of headspace, and you really shouldn’t go down there until you’re out of it. Not only do I need to take care of you now, but I have first-hand felt the embarrassment of being in public while in a special headspace, and I don’t want you to go through that, okay? No, we’re gonna stay right here.”

He blinks up at you, wanting to cry at how thankful he is for your understanding, yet having no words to say about it. You catch onto this and kiss his forehead.

“Alright, baby, you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Mmkay, I want you to feed on me, okay?”

“Wait - no, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Kol. I trust you.”

“But-”

“You need to eat, Kol. And I’m not leaving you, nor letting you go down there. Now, come on.” You lift your wrist to his lips.

Slowly, he drags his teeth along your skin, still hesitant.

“Feed, sweetheart.”

He takes a deep breath, then finally pierces his fangs into your skin. You gasp at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Good boy, keep going. Keep going.” You play with your hair as you encourage him. “Mommy’s got you. She trusts you.”

After about a minute, the color returns to his face, and he drinks with more confidence. Then, he stops, and immediately bites his own wrist to bring to your lips. You take it, watch your wound heal, and smile up at him.

“Do you feel better?”

“A lot better. Thank you, Y/N, for the blood. And for comforting me. And for loving me. And for, y’know, not making fun of me.”

“I would never make fun of you. Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Do you need anything else?”

“More cuddles?”

“I’d love to.”

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wroteitbutneverwatchedit · 1 year

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Can you do Michael Langdon x reader where there is a thunderstorm and they both “do it”

Storm.

Michael Langdon X F!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, pet names, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, cussing, idk if there is anything else.

A/n: hope you enjoy this, let me know if you want a part two. Sorry it took so long I was on a writing break for a while.😌 please like, and reblog. Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

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Michael and I were walking through the grocery as we would usually do once a week. But today Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of me, which made it hard to do things. The store was practically empty except for a few other people doing some shopping. This made it all the easier for Michael to hide the small kisses he would leave lightly on my neck, cheeks, and face. His hands all the while stayed in my waist as I pushed the cart, it was getting to be a little much as we were now circling the same section for the fourth time. I kept gently moving away from him to keep myself on track but he wouldn’t stop. We hadn’t had the chance to have any alone time in about a week and a half as we were both busy with work. Michael’s patience has seems to be stretched thin as he continued to kiss my shoulder. I pulled away from him once again and turned around before he could grab onto my waist.

“Michael, please we’re in the market. When we get home we can relax but I want to get some food before the thunderstorm comes into full effect.” I pleaded with him, I don’t think a word I said got past his ears as his eyes raked over my body and back up to meet mine. I sighed and started to walk away, he was quick to follow me and place his hands back on my hips. I stopped once again and turned around to face him. I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him back a little bit before speaking.

“Darling, the faster we pick up our groceries. The faster we get home and to bed, the longer you keep me circling the same section the longer it takes to get me naked and on top of you.” I said with a pleasant smile, that seemed to get through to him as he was now leading me through the store and picking up the groceries. It shouldn’t surprise me how fast he was but it did. He finished picking up everything on the list while I was standing in the ice cream section still deciding what flavor I wanted. He circled back for me, almost sweeping me off my feet until I yelped.

“All the groceries are in the cart ready for check out. Now let’s get out of here.” He said with a smirk on his face, I slide out of his grip and stood there still deciding on what ice cream to get. I had been successfully standing there for four minutes before he got annoyed and started to become antsy.

“Let’s buy all the flavors, I can lick it off of you.” He pleaded, I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the ice creams.

“No,” I said, I wanted to try something new but I was having a tough time deciding what it should be. Until Michael took one out of the fridge and put it in my hands I read the description of the ice cream and it seemed like it would taste good. I put it in the cart and Michael seemed relieved that I agreed. Though he was the AntiChrist, he would and could never go against me. He was powerful but I was stronger, though he would never truly know my full power. He know that I was an angel, literally sent from heaven. He knew even before he married me and he still could bring himself to leave me.

“Michael let’s get some pastries, they’d go great with the ice cream” I suggested already walking away from him. He was quick to pull me back and point out the box of treats in the cart that he already picked up.

“Oh darling, I’ve already picked them out for you. Now let’s check out” he said, he was very eager to get home but I wasn’t all that interested in that right now as I was surrounded by food. I dipped out of his grip and started walking to the fruits. Michael was growing more and more annoyed by the minute as I walked through the aisle checking each and every fruit thoroughly before putting them in a bag. Michael wasn’t one to slouch, always having a perfect posture, but he was annoyed, horny, and stuck in his work suit. He didn’t have much room to breathe in all the right places. Although me wearing my work clothes didn’t help alleviate any of his stress. My outfit consisted of a white button-up body con dress that stopped at the middle of my thigh. Along with some heeled boots, the outfit was having its debut and I knew Michael wanted to just rip it off of me already.

“Sweetheart, please we can come back tomorrow or Sunday. Let’s go check out” he pleaded almost begging, I paid no attention to him as I was picking out the perfect mango. I continued walking down the aisle completely disregarding his presence when he came up behind me and pulled me away towards the checkout. I pouted as he put all the groceries on the counter for the cashier, I bagged our stuff before putting it in the cart. Michael paid for everything before placing his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the store. It was pouring outside and I was wearing an all-white dress. I was going to try to run to the car but Michael made the walk slower as he gladly watched me get completely soaked. I quickly put all the stuff in the car and got in. Michael started the car and quickly peeled out of the parking lot to get home as fast as he could.

“So what are we thinking for dinner?” I asked him, his eyes quickly raking over me before turning back to the road.

“I’m not really into food right now” he cooed, I brushed his answer off.

“So I was thinking, maybe you could cook me that shrimp pasta again? It was delicious last time, I don’t know what you put in it but I’ve just been craving it for a while now” I said smiling at him, he smiled genuinely and for a second he looked not like he wanted to eat me.

“Okay I’ll make you a deal, we can cook it together but you have to let me do as I please while we cook” he offered, I thought for a minute and nodded. He seemed pleased that I accepted his offer, once we got home he stopped him in the driveway. I got out and walked around to help with the bags, he took a majority of them as I opened the front door.

“I’ll put the stuff away, you take off those wet clothes and put on an apron.” He said smiling, I took off my shoes before walking upstairs to our bathroom and peeling the wet dress off my skin. I took off everything that I had on, I could hear the storm starting to boom outside. I pulled out a simple lingerie set from my drawer that I had gotten to surprise Michael but before I could put it on, the door swung open to our bedroom to reveal Michael in all his glory. He looked pleased with my state of undress, he had already started to take off his clothes but seeing me seemed to make him go faster.

“Darling, you look gorgeous.” He complimented me and pulled off the last of his clothes before wrapping his arms around me.

“Michael, can I be in control tonight? I just want to try something different” I asked him with my best puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to those eyes so he nods before sitting on the bed.

“Lay down for me my love, and close your eyes” I instructed gently, he did as told and I quickly handcuffed him to the bed frame. He opened his eyes and tried pulling his hands free at once.

“Beautiful what is this?” He questioned

“Don’t you like it? I made them myself, they are made so that you can’t break out of them until I let you out” I beamed, he started to try and pull at the cuffs even harder. While he was distracted I took my time and licked up the base of his dick and swirled around the tip. He ceased all movement and looked down at me, I put the tip in my mouth and slowly attempted to take as much as I could until I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I gagged and he let out a whimper-like moan, I looked up at him as he had his head thrown back. I pulled away to breathe for a second using my hands to pleasure him at a steady pace.

“Is it too much for you angel?” He teased, I looked up at him and scoffed.

“If you don’t shut up I’ll find something to occupy your mouth” I warned, he seemed amused.

“Do it then, I’d hate for you to have to do all the work and get nothing in return.” He chided, Michael was a lover of face-sitting. He believed his face was my throne, so I gave him what he wanted. I gently placed myself on top of his face, he immediately got to work. I leaned my body down so I could go back to giving him head. I focused my mouth on the tip as my hands worked on his balls and the base. He was using his tongue to work my clit, lapping and swirling around. He was already pushing me closer and closer to the edge making it hard for me to even work on him. I pulled away from him and completely got off of him.

“You were so close let me just finish the job” he demanded pulling at the cuffs with more power this time. I straddled his waist, with his dick up against my clit. Michael liked to take charge and he was having a very hard time getting used to me being in control.

“Michael I got it, just enjoy it” I assured him, and that only made him try to break free even more. I started to grind against his dick, if I even leaned back just a little bit too far he would be poking my hole. He was getting impatient, his hips thrusting up ever so slightly as to get in.

“My angel, please just let me in.” He practically begged, I sighed and lined him up with myself before slowly taking all of him. I let out a sweet moan and laid on top of him kissing his neck up to his lip. I could taste myself on him but it was heavenly, his hips went to work thrusting into me. He was still pulling at the handcuffs when I heard the sound of wood breaking, in a quick second I felt his hands slap down on my ass and hold me down as he started to use more power to thrust into me. I tried to get off of him but the handcuffs were still on him and now holding me down against him.

“Wait, baby-“ I pleaded, he smiled and he start to fuck me senselessly.

“Awe, gorgeous let’s pick things up to speed,” he said, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t think anymore, I could feel that familiar knot in my stomach, and he started to slow down. He kept a moderate pace making sure to bottom out with every thrust.

“Come on princess take these cuffs off, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear, I had tears running down my face at this point. My senses were overwhelmed and it was like I had been brought back to the gates of heaven but not able to in yet.

“Regno e Gloria. ( kingdom and glory)” I said softly and the handcuffs unlocked with a clink. He smiled and now held my hips properly. He stood up and laid me on my back, he started to fuck me in missionary position and rub my clit as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed as the loudest strike of thunder ripped through the sky. All the muscles in my body tightened before I felt weak. Michael moaned as he came inside me, he kissed me sweetly. He pulled out and continued to rub my clit prolonging my orgasm. I pushed his hand away weakly as I tried to move away.

“Okay gorgeous, I’ll get dinner started you get some rest.” He said, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He started up the water for a bath, putting me down in the tub.

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dreamer-oriented-express-1 · 2 months

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You Meet Michael Langdon…He Saves You From A Scuffle!

(TV SHOW: AMERICAN HORROR STORY)

(KINDA LONG/SHORT)

Rating: PG-13 for…Brief abuse, a corpse burning, angst but real fluffy in the end!

First Fanfiction post! (Michael Langdon X Fem Reader!)

Dragging you through the dark woods, your wannabe boyfriend, Arnold, has his grasp on your wrist in a tight hold as he pulls you along this dark pathway. “Where are you taking me?”, you asked him firmly, seeing he wasn’t letting go of you. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there!”, he replied to you. You sigh to yourself, feeling like this was going to end badly and not anytime soon. You soon come upon this big oak tree as Arnold pulls you into him, starting to kiss you on your neck in a forcible manner. You tense up even more as you try to push him away, making him fall to the ground. He lands with a grunt as he looks up to you in an irritated way. You step back, feeling your heart racing. “I TOLD YOU NO!”, you yell at him. You can hear Arnold groan as he stands to his feet and grabs you by the throat, pushing you up against the tree. “Y’know, I sometimes can’t stand you…but that’s what makes you so special…”, he whispers that in your ear as you could feel every muscle in your body start to ache. You can feel your breath hitch as you start struggling against Arnold’s hold. Without warning, he hits on you, making you fall flat to the ground. You gasp for air as you try to sit up, slowly catching your breath. You look up to see Arnold was laughing at himself finding it quite amusing to see you suffering. He comes closer to you, giving your stomach a quick kick as you wince and groan in reaction. He was about to do more to you when a voice behind him spoke out, “Leave her alone…”, You see Arnold turn around as you look as well to see a man standing there with a long black trench coat of a suit, black pants paired with boots.

His hair looked silky and long, touching his shoulders and has a strawberry-blonde color to it. He looked almost angelic! You see Arnold laugh as he walks up to him. “And who the hell are you?”, You sit up on your arm to get a better look at what’s happening. You see the man smirk in a sly manner as he replies, “Your worst nightmare…”, With a flick of his wrist, Arnold goes up in flames. You felt instant fear flood inside you as you heard him scream in agony as he attempts to put out the flames on himself, but to no avail. One minute, he’s burning, the next he’s gone. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you scoot back in fear. You see the man turn to look at you as he walks over to you. “Are you alright?”, he asks, holding out his hand. You were hesitant to take it, but you were able to as he helped you to your feet. You dust yourself off of debris as you look to him. “Y-yeah…who are you?”, you asked him, still shaken up slightly by what you just saw. The man smiles his sly smile. “My name is Michael…Michael Langdon…and you are?” “Umm…Y/N”, Michael gently takes your hand as he places a light kiss to the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N…”, You felt heat envelop in your cheeks as you gently pull your hand away. You look behind him to see a pile of ash on the ground…Arnold’s remains. You then look back to him, connecting the pieces of who he’s supposed to be. He’s the so called “Anti-Christ”. You step back slightly. “Wait…you’re him!”, Michael chuckles to himself. “So, you’ve heard of me…don’t worry, I won’t harm you…”, He steps closer to you, moving his hand as he gently brushes a strand of your hair away from your face.

Oddly, your fear for him completely dissipates. You look to the ground feeling flushed. “Well…thanks for the save…I guess…”, You look back to him, seeing his sly smile grow wider. “Of course…”, he takes a small bow as you chuckle slightly in response. You take a look in your surroundings before looking back to Michael. “I’m needing to go home now…”, You see Michael nod. “You live at that village nearby, right?”, You nod to him. He offers his hand to you. “I can take you there, if you like…”, You look to his hand for a moment before looking back to him. “And how exactly?”, Michael’s smile is still wide as he quickly disappears in front of you. You look around, trying to spot on where he went. He then reappears behind you whispering, “Boo!”, It made you jump a little as you turn around to see Michael having a smug smile. “You teleport?”, You ask, seeing Michael chuckling at your reaction. “I do many things…”, He offers his hand again. “Well?”, You look to his hand, not hesitating this time as you grab onto it. One minute your vision turns dark, the next your vision comes back to normal, and you see you’re at the front entrance of your village. You look to Michael who was standing next to you with your hand in his. He also looks to you, smiling his sly smile. You gently pull your hand from his grasp as you turn to face him. “Again…umm…thanks for the save…”, Michael nods again. “If I may ask…who was he to you?”, You sigh as you look to the ground. “He was my…boyfriend…of sorts…”, You hear Michael sigh softly too as he takes your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. He had seriousness on his face. “You shouldn’t have a man of any kind treat you with such disrespect…I on the other hand, will treat you like no other…like a queen…who deserves her throne…”, You could feel your cheeks get warm at what he says. You look to him a little confusingly. “And how will you do that?”, Michael’s smile returns. “It’s only a matter of time really…you’ll eventually understand…”, Without warning, he kisses your cheek before disappearing.

It caught you off guard as you step back, feeling the air escape your lungs. You look over to see your village was right there, seeing the gates were closed. But they opened up to reveal your friend, Alice, behind them. She rushes up to hug you. You hug her back, feeling your heart rate start slow. “Are you okay? What happened to you?”, She had asked those questions as she releases you, her face full of worry. You gave her a nod as you gave your surroundings a quick look, seeing Michael was nowhere in sight, as you look back to Alice. “I’m fine…really!”, Alice furrowed her brows. “Where’s Arnold?”, You only shrug. “He just…ran away…I’m not sure why or where…”, Alice shakes her head. “Yeah…I knew it…”, She grabs your hand. “Come on…let’s get you cleaned up…”, She leads you into the village, leading you back to your small makeshift house where you safely belong.

*TIME SKIP*

The full moon shines high in the night sky. You’re sitting by your window, looking out into the dark terrain, seeing nothing but black. It was apparently Midnight, and your insomnia was taking its toll on you. You sigh as you sink into the chair more, trying to get yourself more comfortable. “Enjoying your night?”, a voice speaks out. It makes you jump as you look over to see Michael standing by your bed. You sigh a relief as you sit up in the chair. “Oh, hey, um…yeah! I guess…”, You see Michael smile at your response as he walks over to where you are sitting as he gazes out of the window too. He then looks over to you. “How have you been holding up?”, You shrug at his question. “I’ve been alright…”, You look away from the window and to the floor. Michael notices your demeanor as he squats down in front of you. He moves his hand, taking hold of your chin as he forces you to look at him. “I want you to know something…”, You nod for him to proceed. Michael smiles as his eyes glaze over your face. “If…and I mean IF…another man threatens you, touches you or handles you in any way…you let me know…and I will burn his corpse to the ground…if not that, I’ll take his heart straight out of his chest…and burn it that way…”, his smile turns smug. Him saying those words though made you feel slightly uncomfortable. You swallow nervously. “Yeah…sure…”, Michael could tell that you were freaked out by what he said as he rubs on your chin softly with his thumb, trying to attempt to make you calm down. He then stands as he takes a small bow. “Until then, miss Y/N…”, You smile slightly as he bows. “When will I see you again?”, Michael chuckles. “In time…”, Michael proceeds to leave your room as you quickly get up to follow him out into the hallway, only to see he was gone. You sigh to yourself as you go back into the room, shutting the door behind you. You go lay yourself onto the bed as you attempt to get some rest, with Michael on your mind. This had to happen by fate. Maybe for a purpose OR for a reason. Either way, you’re just glad he stood up for you. Guys you’ll meet will probably want to rethink their strategy!

The End!

Notes: Please tell me what you think! Like it if you do...I would REALLY appreciate it! Believe me when I say I tried...😊

#my fanfiction #american horror story #michael langdon #michael langdon x you #x female reader #i love him #posting #i know i'm not the only one #thank you #tell me what you think #tell me your thoughts #can't stop won't stop #i tried #i think i have a problem #lol

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chloelucia13 · 2 years

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Supernatural Masterlist (Discontinued)

✴ = angst︱❁ = fluff︱✿ = smut︱✂ = trigger warning (listed in warnings)

Dean Winchester

She Used to be Mine ✴ ❁ ✂

Tell Them ✴ ❁ ✂

Blue Pills, Blue Veins ✴ ❁ ✂

Hold Me Close ✴ ❁ ✂

Again ✴ ❁ ✂

Teacher’s Assistant ❁ ✿

Empty Nest ✴ ✂

Old Times and Old Souls ✴ ✂

PG-Rated Guts ❁

Remember ✴ ❁

Shattered Dreams ✴ ✂

What We’re Fighting For ✴ ✂

Sam Winchester

Dark Days ✴ ❁ ✂

Petting Zoo ❁

Bang the Drums ✴ ❁ ✿

End ✴ ✂

Series

Vigilante (Teen wolf x Supernatural crossover): Isaac Lahey x reader

-Part 1 ✴ ❁ ✂

-Part 2 ✴ ❁

Long Way Down: Dean x angel!reader

-Part 1 ✴

Butterfly Kisses: Jack Kline x reader

-Part 1 ✴ ❁

-Part 2 ✴ ❁ ✂

-Part 3 ✴ ❁ ✿

Night and Day (American Horror Story Apocalypse x Supernatural Crossover): Michael Langdon x reader x Jack Kline

-Part 1 ✴ ❁

-Part 2 ✴ ❁

-Part 3 ✴ ❁

#supernatural #spn #spn masterlist #dean winchester #dean Winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #jack kline #jack kline x reader #reader insert #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic #angst #fluff #smut

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anna1306 · 2 years

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5/13

Sickness

Michael Langdon x Reader

Just another step and that would be it. You just needed to stay strong for a little longer. She betrayed you, now you knew so much. And as much as you wanted to cry, you couldn't just do that. If you are gonna cry, you would lose every strength in you that you had in getting to him. To Michael.

You met normally. If you can call these circumstances normal. Him trying to be the first male Supreme, you following your Supreme on the trip to see the Wonder Boy. You didn't like him at first. He reminded you too much of Madison Overconfident, beautiful, used to not hearing 'no' as an answer. And as much as you loved her, you hated her. This went for Michael as well.

You didn't know why he took a liking to you. You were normal, ordinary witch. Zoe was more beneficial for him, as she was close to Cordelia, and he was trying to get the Supreme to like him. Madison was beautiful... But he pestered you, every morning showing up to your room with his ideal 'good morning'. With his golden locks and blue eyes of an angel. You knew too much of a deceiving image, so you didn't believe it. Only a bit.

That bit lead you to spending your breakfast not with your coven now, but with him. Talking about how he managed to grow up in using his magic and learn about it so fast. He always told you he was just Boy Wonder who wanted to change the magic society, while you called him show-off.

He was interested in your abilities. As he claimed, he had never seen anyone like you. Witches could move objects and create a lot of things, they were powerful in a variety of spells. You weren't the strongest in practical magic, yet you could see. Whether it was by the tarot readings or just visions or dreams, you could see. Even in day-to-day life your sensitivity was higher than normal.

"Why are you always looking behind me when we talk?" Michael squinted a bit, looking at you curiously. You both were sitting in a library, you - getting acquainted with the books here in Hawthorne, he - keeping you company.

"You know why I don't think you are Wonder Boy?" You asked instead, flipping the pages of some book on rituals. They were different than the ones in your Academy and that was a lot more interesting for you than any fight for power warlocks and witches were going through. "Wonder Boys don't have dark demonic aura around them and a shadow of something powerful and dark behind their back that hides and makes it hard to find it." You looked at him. Michael didn't change his pose or expression. Only his eyes became more wary, and if you weren't looking at him attentively - you wouldn't see it.

"You know a lot of Wonder boys?" He sounded nonchalantly, but you knew better than this. Langdon could appear mysterious and hot, like Madison thought he was. But after some talk he was as simple to read as the book before you. And you knew what he meant behind those words, not just simple question, oh no.

"If you want me to tell you that you are unique - I won't do that." You scoffed and closed the book, taking the one from him as well. Michael immediately eased up and smiled. It was almost strange how he always caught the wind of your mood and could understand you without words.

You should have told Cordelia about your discovery. You should have warned the others that this boy wasn't just powerful warlock, but something much more scary. But you didn't. He didn't do anything and wasn't showing any signs of going to do something dangerous. So you just... Put your trust in him and continued to discuss magic with him or giving him some music to listen.

Your first kiss was like your friendship. Sudden and quick. He asked you to show him one spell that wasn't taught in the Hawthorne. It was simple, yet tricky. You were sitting in you temporary room, too close to each other, candles around you, as you quietly and calmly explained the order of actions for the spell. And you just were pulled to each other at the moment.

Confident in normal life and magic, Michael was strangely romantic and unsure in his private life. Flowers - yes. Kisses - hell, yes, they were hot. But he wasn't exactly brave to go down straight to business. Maybe that was why he didn't choose Madison from the start... You didn't mind. You could wait just fine.

"If anything is to happen..." He started, cuddling with you on his bed. You smacked his shoulder.

"There is nothing that can happen! You are stronger than some of the witches I know. You will pass some of these tests quick."

"And some don't, the witch, who refused to pass the 7 Wonders along with me." He remembered, and you sighed. Cordelua tried to put you against him, making it a competition, but you were too realistic for that, you weren't gonna win this. "I will do just fine. But if anything..." He gave you a little paper, that you took without any questions, knowing better than that. "The only person I care about besides you lives there. Warn her for me, alright?"

"You gonna do just fine." You said to him, knowing fully well that wonders were too hard and only real Supreme could handle them. He smiled and kissed you on the forehead.

"Finally you believe in my strengths... I know I'll do fine. But you can never be too careful." He quietly said, hugging you tighter. You giggled and coughed a bit. "You have been coughing for several days already. You sure you are alright?"

"Just a flu, geez." You rolled your eyes, both amused and pleased that he was worried for you.

And here you were, slowly walking on the streets, clutching your sides. You learned this address by heart, burning the paper right after that. Your coven was too wary of Michael, so you didn't trust them with giving you enough personal space considering you both were close. For now couple of words and a number of the house was your only hope for the salvation.

"What do you mean a spell?" Your health, that was progressively growing worse, finally got you to ask Cordelia for help. But what you got in return was more shocking.

"I mean a spell." Cordelia sighed. "Y/N, we care too much for you. You are our sister. And you protect the ones you care about. Michael is no good. I know you, of all people, can see that. He may have blinded you with words of love, kind smile, beautiful looks. But all of this - is a lie."

"What did you do?" You were too tensed up for her lecture, but tried to stay calm. She smiled sympathetically and stepped closer to you, but you backed away.

"I did what I have to do. From the moment I put a spell on you - every time you visit him, think of him, talk to him - you are gonna get more and more sick. If you are not gonna stop yourself from your relationship with him, I will do it for you."

"You swore to protect me!" You almost screamed, but another fit of hard cough shook your body and you bent over. Cordelia tried to pull you into the hug, but you pushed her away. "Don't touch me! You betrayed me, you are trying to kill me!"

"I am trying to help you!" Cordelia answered as determined as you were. "Michael is the one poisoning you. I am just trying to help you get rid of your thoughts about him."

"You better kill me." She knew you wouldn't step down from your opinion. You were too stubborn and after trying a taste of freedom, you weren't going to obey her blindly.

"Then I am going to mourn you after all is done" The witch answered, her voice was cold, even if it was forced. She didn't want to lose you, you knew her pain, you could feel it. But her stupid opinion on that and her decision were more important than you or anything you had to say.

As soon as you found out the truth, you went out. At first you were just walking around, but with every thought of the situation and wondering about what should you do next, you felt more pain in your chest. It was unfair. Madison made a lot of bad things, but she was one of the favourites. Zoe could have her zombie-friend. And you fell for the boy who could open up new horizons for the magic world and you got shamed. Was that scare of losing her place? No, Cordelia wasn't childish. But that was too extreme to call logical decision.

You refused to believe Michael could do something bad. He had darkness in himself, more than in anyone you ever saw. But it was hardly the reason for the hate towards him. The possibility of him doing something terrible was only rising because of some bullying, distrust from the witches, lies and pain. But not because of the witch near him.

You stumbled, too lost in your thoughts, and fell to the ground, nearly stopping yourself with hands. You shut your eyes closed and coughed. It was strong, stronger than you. At this point you weren't sure if that wasn't the curse. When the coughing fit ended, you noticed blood on the pavement. Shit, it really got stronger.

But you were close now you could see the house. There was no point in going back. What for? To die amongst the coven that doomed you? No, you had to get to him. You had to tell him the truth. You could just give in to that, but maybe... Maybe he could do his wonders... Slowly you raised to your feet again and went forward.

The last steps to the porch of the house Michael told you about were the hardest ones. You slowly stumbled to the door and pounded as hard as you could, at the same moment leaning tiredly on the wall. There were hushed steps (or was it your imagination?) and some muttering about late guests (that you were sure you heard). Some middle-aged, but still good-looking woman opened the door and critically looked you up and down.

"I don't have money or meds." She almost closed the door, but you put your hand on it, trying to stop it.

"No, wait... I am... Michael. Is he here?" You groaned, feeling weaker after only saying his name. "I am Y/N, he... Told me about this place and... I need... His help... Please..." Frown on her face was the last thing you saw before the world faded to darkness.

***

"No, I have it under control." His voice sounded muffled, like it was coming from underwater. Or was it you who were underwater? Your head was throbbing with pain, making it hard to understand what really was going on.

"I just want to be sure that you know what you are doing, Michael. The goal is too important for you to risk it all for some girl." This woman's voice sounded for you not so painful. But it still was muffled. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. Your vision was blurred and as soon as you opened your mouth, you coughed again. So hard, that it hurt your chest and stomach, making you hunch from the pain. Immediately there was a cold palm on your forehead and shoulder.

"Y/N? It's me, Michael. Can you hear me?" He helped you turn on the side, so it would be easier for you to let all the cough out. You tasted the metal in your mouth and cursed quietly.

"Yes... I can. Are you alright?"

"You can't stop amaze me, witch. You are the one that want to spit your lungs on my carpet and yet you ask me if I am alright?" He sounded worried, but you smiled weakly at poor joke, looking at his almost light form.

"It's Cordelia, so I don't know if you are touched by it or not." You could sense his confusion.

"What?"

"I'm sick... Because of her. She put some spell on me to get me progressively... More sick and hurt. The more I think or talk or... Touch you, the more..."

"Quicker you are dying." He ended in a shocked whisper. "And she dares to say she is a caring Supreme... Bitch." Michael spat out and even in your state you could see his aura getting darker.

"I just... Wanted to see you. Before, you know..." You grabbed his arm, clutching it. Michael leaned closer to you, kissing your temple.

"No, you won't die. I won't let you." He said sternly, almost confident in his words. You scoffed and coughed immediately after that. Michael tightened his grasp on your arm to the point it hurt. "I will bring you back if anything, you know I can!"

"Soul will be sick and broken too..." You answered quietly. Every second of you being near him made you weaker, but you weren't gonna tell him to let you go.

"I know my ways. Trust me. You are always gonna be beside me. And they are gonna pay for what they've done." Michael promised. You almost didn't see him, vision was too foggy. But you sensed his cold hand over your heart, as you fell into another dark sleep, and some darkness and lightness engulfed you.

#ahs #american horror story #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #hawthorne michael #female reader #x reader #reader insert

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wroteclassicaly · 5 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, lovely! @morningberriesao3

1) How many works do you have on AO3? - Unsure of the exact number, but 20+?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? - Unsure, but I know 100,000 +?

3) What fandoms do you write for? - American Horror Story, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Shameless, Stranger Things, Buffy & Angel.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - Ah, shit. Now I have to go find them, 😂

She’s Trouble

Untitled Steve fic

Ripe

And then the rest have just been drabbles, other stuff, etc.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - I try to! If I don’t get them all it’s because I get overwhelmed!

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - Would have to be a tie between these three:

Get Going, Or Get Lost, I Won’t Stand By, Walk Until You Belong

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - The ones that aren’t angsty 😂 I think this one.

8) Do you get hate on fics? - Oh yeah, lmao.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - All kinds. Rough, soft, funny, angsty, fluffy, hate, comfort, slow, fast, hard, etc.

10) Do you wrote crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written? - Not really. I had a Michael Langdon and Jack Kline crossover planned with a reader, but I never got to it. :/

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Multiple times, lol.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - Once.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Yes!

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? - Gallavich and Steddie.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - My Gator x ex-best-friend!reader fic. All of them, really… haha.

16) What are your writing strengths? - I think I’m good at smut and describing things.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - I struggle with grammar (I love commas, lol) and dialogue.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - Go for it!

19) First fandom you wrote for? - Buffy. But online? American Horror Story.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? - That would be all three of my top five most kudos fics! Well… the three of them! See above! I’m also in love with some of the WIP’s I’ve worked on.

No pressure tags: @loveshotzz @dandelioninajungle @moonbeamsandmayhem @corrodedcorpses @courtingchaos @jo-harrington @prettyboyeddiemunson @littledemondani @aphrogeneias @onegirlmanytales @bettyfrommars @lofaewrites @carolmunson @succubusmunson @pastel-pillows @andvys @groubee @myosotisa @stevenose @palmtreesx3 @thornsnvultures @eddiemunsonspantschain @word-wytch @justmeinadaze @lonelysatellites whoever else wants to!

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looksthatkilledd · 2 years

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Fluffy Hoodie . M/L

Pairing: Michael Langdon X Reader Warnings: N/A Words: 301 AU: No Powers nor apocalypse, Michael is normal

The Long-haired man made his way to the front of the house, he had a jacket lazily thrown over him and a cigarette hanging loosely from his beautiful lips, then he noticed

a fluffy ball curled up on the couch

He didn't own a fluffy ball?

He didn't own shit

then he noticed the Fluffy hair sticking out from the ball

was that Y/N sleeping? in a fluffy sweater?

now Michael has always had a crush on them, like a huge crush, one of those crushes that the more you think about it the more it comes back, he watched the peaceful person sleeping, their chest rising and falling slowly,

he moved and crouched beside the small fluff ball smiling softly, "Hey there pretty y/n..~" He whispered softly petting the curvy person's hair softly, Y/N purred and moved in their sleep, still remaining to stay asleep, Michael combed his fingers through their hair softly, smiling down at them, "Y/n~ wake up.." He whispered softly "C'mon angel.. open those pretty eyes.." slowly Y/n opened Their E/C irises smiling "Mikey?.." they mumbled still half asleep before it hit them, they moved up a bit "s-sorry-" Michael was a little bit startled by their fast movement.

"Angel.." He whispered to Y/N

Y/n's eyes soften and Y/N purred softly as Michael lifted himself up and sat on the couch, "c'mere princess.." Y/N smiles moving their head to Michael's lap "Mikey.. can i tell you something?-"

Michael nodded smiling "i-i like you-No! i l-love you Michael-" Y/N swallowed around their words tears building up "Y/N/N i love you too.. my pretty angel.."

Y/N squeals wrapping around Michael's lower hips, yawning softly

"I'm sleepy.." Y/n whispered their breath slowing down "Sleep angel.."

#michael langdon #ahs apocalypse #ahs #nikki's work #fluff #author #writer

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tboywriter · 2 years

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I don't post often but I do write often -- all my in-progress works are written here and I'll update with a link when I post :D

all art/pics r not mine -- they're all from Pinterest LOL

last updated : 1/31/2024

* __ means I haven’t decided on the gender of the reader yet :/ <it'll be either gender neutral or male reader> also if things are listed under book/movie/tv/etc -- that's the adaptation I'm using !!

posted:

m o v i e s

The Holdovers | Angus Tully x gn!reader

t v

Cowboy Bebop | Spike Spiegel x gn!reader

Cowboy Bebop | Spike Spiegel Headcanons

o t h e r h e a d c a n o n s

( non - x r e a d e r )

modern!Harry Potter World Headcanons

under construction:

m o v i e s

Marvel | Pietro Maximoff x male!reader

HP | George Weasely x male!reader

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe | Edmund Pevensie x male!reader

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader | Edmund Pevensie x male!reader

Big Hero 6 | Tadashi Hamada x __!reader

Hells Angels | Mario x __!reader

t v

AHS | Michael Langdon x __!reader

AHS | Xavier Plympton x male!reader

Community | Abed Nadir x male!reader

Only Murders in the Building | Tim Kono x __!reader

Fairy Tail | Gray Fullbuster x male!reader

b o o k s

Maze Runner | Newt x male!reader

HP | tutor!Remus Lupin x __!reader

g a m e s

Monster Prom | Damien LaVey x gn!reader

Monster Prom | Damien LaVey Headcanons

The Arcana | Asra Alnazar x __!reader

As We Know It | Jude x male!reader

c e l e b r i t i e s

TXT | Choi Yeonjun x male!reader

TXT | mafia!Choi Yeonjun x male!reader

Actor | guidance counselor!Austin Butler x __!reader

p l a y s a n d m u s i c a l s

Cursed Child | Scorpius Malfoy x male!reader

#x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x trans reader #masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction

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carnalpleasure · 3 years

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Michael x Angel!Reader 👼

hi!! i’ve had this idea in my head for months and finally felt inspired to start it tonight. i’m still working on my other two fics.. but Michael’s been calling to me lately💕

Summary: The reader assigns herself to be Michael’s guardian angel. This takes place at the beginning of Sojourn, with Michael in the wilderness. But takes a slightly different turn <3

Every human being in the history of humanity had been born with a guardian angel. The precious moment a newborn baby breathes its first breath of life, an angel is assigned to be their lifelong guardian. The angel’s main mission being to protect their human ward from the dark forces that had plagued the earth for all eternity. Ever since the serpent seduced Eve into her first bite of the knowledge of Good and Evil.

But that streak was broken one day in late March of 2012, when Vivian Harmon gave birth to Satan’s only begotten son.

She was the Anti-Mary. Instead of a blessed virgin being touched by an angel, she was a victim of a demonic sexual assault. She died giving birth to the Antichrist.

Michael Langdon was Satan’s very first creation. Because he was not a child of God, he was not born with a guardian angel. His father didn’t bother to assign him a guardian demon either. The spawn of Satan was left in the hands of none other than his grandmother Constance, whom his father felt was perfect for raising the little monster.

When Michael outgrew her, his father introduced him to Anton Lavey, one of his most trusted followers, who would then introduce Michael as the heir to the Church of Satan.

Michael, however, didn’t really take to Anton. He felt much closer to another key member of the church, Miriam Mead. She took a liking to the boy too and lovingly welcomed him into her home, where she taught him all about rituals, prayers, Black Mass, satanic prophecy.. She was preparing him for the apocalypse. His destiny, as they’d all say.

Once Michael began becoming aware of his powers, his father then led him into the hands of the Warlocks. They thought they were training him to be their next Supreme, but he only needed them to show him how to use his powers. They were disposable beyond that.

Michael was a loyal son, never questioning his father’s decisions, until his beloved Ms. Mead was permanently taken from him by the witches. Cordelia was right, why did he let this happen?

In search of answers, Michael fled to the wilderness on a quest. Jesus had spent 40 days out in the desert being tempted by Satan himself before his own Father finally spoke to him. Michael decided he had to do the same.

That’s when he wandered out into the forest on the outskirts of LA and started to trace a pentagram in the dirt, tired and out of options.

“I’m not going any further,” he sulked, dragging the jagged stone across the ground. “Father, tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” he pleaded, out of breath as he finished carving his sigil into the soil.

“I’m not leaving this circle until you talk to me,” he pouted stubbornly. “They’re gone.. the warlocks.. my Ms. Mead. Burned alive at the stake by the witches. Until nothing was left but ash and smoke,” his voice was breaking but he was too exhausted to cry.

“You tell me what to do,” he sighed, “or you let me die here.” Then he fell to his knees in the center of the circle and waited for a sign.

He watched the sun set and rise four times before he finally had a vision. But even then, he couldn’t be sure if he was seeing a sign or just suffering from severe dehydration.

He saw a little boy offering a cold grape Fanta, and a little girl holding a basket of red apples, and he thought maybe God was trying to tempt him into the light now. To distract him from his mission and derail him from his destiny.

He refused, “No, I’m on a mission. I have to talk to my father,” he said weakly. “Leave me alone.” Then the visions turned dark. He was taunted by Ms. Mead and then praised by Anton Lavey.

“You’re not real. None of this is.. re-real.” He shook his head and raised his hand to shield his face from the blinding light that was radiating from the High Priest before him.

“You’ve done a great job.” The Satanist proudly smiled. “No..” Michael protested, “I failed. I-I’m lost. I don’t understand my purpose,” he was out of breath and at a loss for words. He was tired of games, all he wanted was his father’s help. Everything was spinning.

The vision of Anton continued reciting to him from the prophecy in Revelation, calling him the Alpha and the Omega. Michael couldn’t take it anymore. He made a lunge for Anton, wrapping a hand around his throat to choke him out. Only seconds later, the vision vanished altogether.

And that’s when he saw you. The last thing he remembered was an impossibly beautiful girl with big white wings and a little white dress. He fell to his knees again, in shock and exhaustion, and collapsed into her arms. He felt the warm, soft embrace of feathers, and then he fell into a much needed sleep.

When he awoke a day later, he was still pretty disoriented from the lack of food, water, and sleep. His mind was a haze. He didn’t realize where he was, he only knew that this bed was softer than anything he’d ever felt.

The blankets felt like fluffed up clouds and the pillows smelled like lavender. A cool breeze caressed his skin, and he noticed the temperature of the room was significantly cooler than anything he’d felt in a long time. That radiating heat that seemed to consume him constantly just wasn’t there.

He reached his hand out to feel along the bed. Empty. He opened his eyes, hoping to see the angel from his dreams sitting there watching over him. But the room was empty too.

He sat up in bed, clutching the sheets and looking around anxiously. The room was nice, but it wasn’t anything extreme. It was kinda charming actually, soft and cozy. It didn’t look like anyone had been living here for very long.

Michael climbed out of bed, stepping foot on the soft, plush carpet and smiling at the touch. He walked towards the bedroom door which was just barely cracked open, and stuck his head out slowly to peak outside.

You were in the kitchen, digging around in the refrigerator when you heard him come out. You twisted around, bumping the fridge door shut with your hip and then dropping everything on the counter.

“You’re up already? Are you feeling okay?” The pained look on his face made you worry. He looked exhausted still, leaning against the doorway just to hold himself up.

You rushed to his side, a little faster than humanly possible, and wrapped an arm around his waist to help him steady himself. He leaned into your embrace but winced a little at your touch. His body was sore everywhere.

He couldn’t stop staring at you. Almost glaring, looking at you like you’d just lied straight to his face. You walked him to the counter, sitting him down across from you and then running back to quickly check the stove. He didn’t take his eyes off you the whole time.

“I’m making you a breakfast feast,” you smiled at him over your shoulder. “You look like you haven’t eaten in days..”

“I’m sorry,” he interjected. “But wh-who are you? How did I get here?”

You smiled gently, passing him a plate of bacon and eggs to get him started while you finished the french toast. “I’m Y/N, I brought you here,” you said happily.

He kept looking you up and down. You looked exactly like he remembered, but you were now missing one unique, defining feature..

“Are you-“ he couldn’t bring himself to say the word out loud. It didn’t seem possible to him. “You had.. wings before,” his brow furrowed in confusion and his glare returned.

You simply nodded, glancing over at him and frying a piece of toast in the pan. “You remembered,” you said with a smile.

His confusion only grew. You poured him a glass of milk and then slid the fork closer to him. “Eat, please. We have plenty of time to talk later. I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” you brushed his blonde curls out of his face and the divine touch of your fingers briefly lingered on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

He hesitated, picking up his fork and taking a bite. It wasn’t just the starvation talking, he genuinely enjoyed your food. He immediately started feeling his strength and energy coming back. He felt revitalized.

It wasn’t just the food. Something about your presence was so satisfying to him. You brought him a kind of merciful peace that was only reserved for the saints. He didn’t need confirmation, he knew in his heart you were something holy. And he only hoped that you didn’t know what he truly was. If you ever fell in love with him, it would be your fall from grace.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered softly. His heart was pounding. He felt like he was committing a crime just by being in your presence. He felt like God would smite him any minute just for laying eyes on you.

You cupped his face in your hands gently, wiping away a stray tear that fell from his eyes. “As of today, I’m officially a guardian angel,” you smiled proudly. Your eyes actually twinkled, it completely captivated him.

“Guardian? Who’s guardian?” his pouty lip quivered and you could see all the new emotions swirling around him like a hurricane. He couldn’t believe any of this was really happening. He thought he must’ve been dreaming. He wasn’t dead, he knew that. He was destined for hell and there’s no one like her down there.

He was so cute. “Yours, duh” you giggled, letting go of his face and playfully tousling his blonde locks. He looked up at you with a small smirk that spread into a big smile. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. “How?-“ he silently mouthed as the words he was looking for escaped him.

“You didn’t have one,” you shrugged. “So I.. guess you could say I volunteered.” You didn’t want to overwhelm him with too many details, but the adorable confused puppy look on his face was begging for answers. “Volunteered?” he repeated, cocking his head to the side curiously. He wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“I just thought you should have someone looking out for you too.. you know. You didn’t deserve to be abandoned. Not by God or anyone.” You said it with such sincerity, he could see it on your face how strongly you felt about those words.

His eyes started to overflow with tears but he couldn’t help but smile. It was the single kindest thing anyone had ever said to him. That’s when it hit him. You already knew what he was. You knew who he was. And you were willing to go against both God’s will and Satan’s to take over as his protector. You left heaven just for him.

He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and quietly sobbing into your chest. Tears of pure joy and gratitude. Little “thank yous” whispered on repeat against your skin, so close you can feel his lips brushing across your collarbones with each word.

He snaked his arms around your waist tighter and tighter, pulling you as close to him as physics would allow. It melted your heart how close he wanted to be to you.

“Aw.. you just want to be held,” you giggled, putting your arms around his shoulders and hugging his body closer to yours. “I’m here, Michael. I’ve got you now. You’re safe, you’re mine,” you cooed, your lips brushing against his temple.

His eyes were closed and his face was pressed against your chest, all he heard was a swift whoosh as your wings suddenly appeared, folding around both of your bodies like a soft shield tucking him into you. He’d never felt so safe before, all nestled in your feathers.

He peaked his eyes open to look around at them. “That’s fucking awesome,” he muttered softly, his jaw dropping as his eyes shot up to meet yours. You smiled down at him, kissing his forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle. He made you feel giddy, the way he looked at you. Like you were made of magic.

“My own guardian angel,” he said quietly to himself, still in awe of it all. He refused to let go of you for the rest of the day after that. All he wanted to do was lie in your arms. Feel your embrace. And you were happy to oblige because he needed to rest anyway. The two of you returned to your bed where he spent the rest of the night on your chest, fast asleep in your arms. The safest place he could ever be.

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Note: Hmm I had a dream of Michael Langdon last weekend and that's was soft. I need to make a short story of it. Sequel to my previous x reader called 'She was an angel but she never knew she was.' I need more brotp feelings. 💕 My previous story was longer then this one.

Summary: It's been three months since Y/n meets Michael and Cordelia and her life changed, she's finds out that her grandfather was an angel and that's she's also angel and together they're found her grandfather's journal and Cordelia healed Michael's soul and making him human using the spell. In the notebook was said the way to stop Apocalypse is either kill a Antichrist or removing his abilities, the ritual can be performed by witch or the descendant of the angel. Y/n decided to live her life peacefully since she was struggling to exploring her abilities yet. Michael take a visit to his friend.

it was a hot spring morning, the weather was more or less like summer, you were in the park seating on a bench and listened to the radio.

Y/n listened some kind of audiobook and then turned the radio off and stand up from the bench and walked towards the trees and a lake. You were hypnotized by the light of the sun shimmering at the water surface. Y/n glanced down within her reflection in the water and then saw a man standing behind her, he has strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, he was wearing a trench coat. Y/n gasped in surprise. "You looking like you're didn't expected to see me around, huh?" Michael snapped. "Mich? But it was a long time since we're talked last time." Y/n said dramatically. "I see you're not happy to see me." Michael lowered his head. "No, it's not like that!" Y/n giving him a tight hug, squeezing into his shoulder. "I missed you so much, angel." Michael hugged you back and then he kissed your cheek. Y/n giggled and blushing a bit. "I missed you too."

"Can I join you? And then can we talk at your house?" Michael made a small smile. "Is it something important?" Y/n asked him. "Nothing unusual. Just wanted to talk to you." Michael patted your shoulder gently. "Okay. I just thought Cordelia have something for me, you know." Y/n nodded.

"She's busy with her Academy stuff." He replied.

"You know I think you two have a thing on each other. Did you guys have a date or something?" You teased Michael.

"I'm not going to tell you that anyway, kiddo." Michael snapped.

"But she's a pretty witch lady, isn't she?" Y/n continued teasing a man.

"Oh, come on, stop teasing me!" Michael whined.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Y/n giggles.

After a walk, Y/n invited Michael into her house since her dad was away at the countryside. "Would you like a chocolate cake and mint tea?" you asked. "Sounds tasty." Michael smiles. "Follow me at the kitchen then. It's on the left." Y/n suggests.

Michael followed you inside the kitchen, it was nice and not so small one. You get two plates and a cake and than make some tea. Some minutes later you two sitting at the table and eating cake. Michael glanced at you with a smile.

Time skip

Half a hour later

Y/n leaned down at the table resting her chin at her crossed arms. Michael notices you're upset and decided to make a joke with you. "Can you sit next with me at the sofa?" he made a soft smile. "Yeah, why not." you seat down next to him. "Would you like me if I grew my hair?" Michael made a cocky smile. "Why you're asking my opinion? Oh, okay, I think you'd be pretty either way." Y/n said thoughtfully. "Hmm, said that again." he made a smug smile. "Say what?" Y/n pretends that she forgot that. "You said that I'm pretty. Could you repeat that?" he smiles widely. "I'm not going to repeat that, Langdon." you rolled your eyes. "Oh, you little brat! You're going to pay for that! Tickle fight!" Michael starts tickles you. "Stop it please!" Y/n laughted blushing. "So you're going to surrender? How fast." Michael stopped for a while and pressed his forehead into yours. "I just wanted to cheer you up." he spoke.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it but I'm just tired." Y/n lies. "No, something is bothering you. I see it." Michael responded. "You're right. I have struggles about something." you confessed. "You can tell me." he patted your shoulder. "If there's possible that new Antichrist can be born?" you're looked down. "Is there's anything about it in your grandfather's journal?" Michael asked. "I'm not sure. Maybe we're missed it?" you sighed. "I'll talk with Miss Supreme about that." Michael replied. "Yeah, Cordelia should look at the journal again." you nodded. "This is what worries you? Everything will be fine. I promise." Michael assured you. "I hope so." Y/n closed her eyes. "I think if you're practice with your abilities, you'll be alright." Michael suggested. "I'm not sure about that." Y/n lowered her head. "Oh, come on. You can get it right." "Thank you for having faith in me." you replied. "You're welcome. Okay, you should get some rest." Michael said with a soft smile. "Yes, I will." Y/n nodded. "See you later, angel." He said softly. "See you later, Mich." you smiled.

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Angel of Death - ML

Summary: After a trying day of interviews, Langdon's favourite person appears to make him feel better.

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"Lets continue this conversation another time." Langdon told Gallant, rising from his seat and opening the office doors.

"What? That's it? How did I do, did I get in?" He kept pestering. Langdon merely kept his passive expression and waited for him to leave.

With a heavy sigh and finally relenting when Langdon didn't answer, Gallant picked himself out of the chair and exited the office. Once he had finally left, Langdon could release a sigh of his own.

He closed the doors after Mr Gallant and sat in the chair facing his fireplace, already fully fed up with being at Outpost 3 with these mere humans. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the fire increasing in heat and size; then decreasing again when he inhaled, not that Langdon minded. He enjoyed feeling the scorching heat against his face, it reminded him of his father.

"Long day at work?" That sultry voice interrupted his thoughts; again, not that he minded.

Slowly his eyes opened at the same time he let a smirk grow on his lips. He turned his chair around to face the person that owned the voice that could have him on his knees if it so commanded.

"You've got no idea." He replied lazily, taking in the full view of you.

It made sense really, Satan's son completely infatuated with the Angel of Death. The way your voice comforted those in pain and helped him sacrifice more souls to his father drove him crazy the first moment he saw you cleaning up his mess. Even as he looked at you now, the slight blush on your pale cheeks from the heat of the fire that contrasted deliciously with the jet black of your dress. Your eyes a stunning shade of dark blue, your lips a beautiful deep red he keeps trying to claim but never can. The only person he has ever felt a connection to.

You began moving towards him as he raised out of his chair, hands clasped behind his back as you reached each other. He was quite a bit taller than you, so you had to slightly raise your neck to keep eye contact with his oceanic eyes, the smirk never leaving his face.

"So how are you?" You asked him, a somewhat lull to your voice as you broke the tension building between the two of you when you took a few steps back and started flicking through the files on his desk of the candidates at Outpost 3.

"Bored," He started before walking back over to where you were now stood, tantalizingly moving to glide behind you, "Lying in wait for something," he paused again, ghosting his hand up your arm and across the back of your shoulders, leaning closer to your ear, "or someone," he whispered, "to do."

"Do you not have selections to make?" You asked, moving your head to the side meeting his eyes with your own.

"They can wait." He told you, his hands carefully grasping your forearms to keep you in place.

He slowly leaned closer until your noses were touching, thinking you didn't know what he was doing; more trying to do.

"No my dear, you know we can't." You told him, breaking eye contact completely and gently pushing him away so that you could move to stand by the fire.

As a response to your actions, Langdon released a groan laced with anger and thudded his hands down onto his desk.

"Come on, I am the fucking son of Satan I think I know how to resist the kiss of death!" He exploded, eyes burning into your back that was facing him.

"Enough! There will be no discussion in this matter, understood? The last time I kissed you, you actually died; or shall I remind you of what happened?" You roared back in anger.

"I was weaker then." He told you, in a quieter voice now.

"And you are somehow stronger now, are you?" You asked him, turning in place to face him but not move closer. Michael however, chose to step towards you again, getting closer and closer until he is only a few paces away, neither of you breaking eye contact.

"I'm unbeatable." He said calmly. But you wouldn't give in that easily.

"No Michael. We can't risk it." You spoke softly, turning back to the fire, finding an odd sense of comfort in watching the flames ripple. He stepped even closer behind you, ghosting his hands up your back to your shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze.

"Can I?" He whispered.

"Yes." You replied softly, the harshness now completely gone from your voice which made the sultriness come back.

Langdon's right hand grazed from your shoulder to the top of your back where the zipper to your dress was and dragged it half way down to open the top half.

He pulled apart the two sides to reveal the black outlines of your wings imprinted onto your skin, and used his fingers to trace every line and feather that was there.

"Why don't you let them free?" He asked you softly, grazing his lips along your spine creating goosebumps.

"There is no need to, I only need them when taking someones life. They're not exactly for everyday use." You explained softly, relishing in the feeling of someone else so close to you for a change.

"You wouldn't even release them for me to see, while no one else is here?" He questioned, now tucking his hands in behind the material of your dress to touch even more of your skin.

"Michael, they come out when they want to, I can't make them appear nor go away once they are free; that's the way it works."

With his hands comfortably feeling around your waist, he gripped you a little harder and turned you half way round to face him.

"Come along darling, let us not play games any longer."

"But what if I do kill you, I don't know if I can bring you back again."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take just to get a kiss from you." He persuaded you at last, turning you all the way and doing up your dress again at the back, holding you close.

"Michael." You barely whispered in an effort at one last protest.

"Elenora." He teased back, his face moving closer but this time you didn't move away; almost like you couldn't.

"Very well." You relented eventually, giving him the freedom to do as he wished.

As his lips molded slowly and carefully onto your own, you felt nothing happen other than the sparks explode from being this close to him. Not the gain in your heart beat or a surge of adrenaline; he truly could force, what you considered to be your curse, away.

During the moments he was kissing you, you realised he was right; Michael Langdon was now unbeatable.

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