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THE ANTICHRISTS FAVOURITE

Michael langdon x f!reader: platonic pairing

SUMMARY: reader and michael were best friends long ago. so when he shows up at outpost 3, what will happen?

CONTENT WARNING: none

A/N: i hate writing for michael because i can never perfect his character, but i need to get better at writing him for kinktober </3

NO NSFW ENJOY THE FIC

you had known michael for many years. forever his number 1 defender, and forever his best friend

you brought out the slither of goodness in him. he tried to suppress the evil urges and intentions, but for you he was good. occasionally you’d receive the odd dead rodent, but it was from michael so you never once complained

one day, however, he just disappeared. you never saw him again. constance refused to speak of him, and you couldn’t ever talk to the other ghosts of the murder house. save from moira, that was.

you never forgot michael. you never forgot the happy feeling you got when he was around, you never forgot that child-like grin he’d flash when he’s happy, you never forgot the gut wrenching feeling that flooded you when you realised he was gone. even years later you’d still cry over him, wondering what happened to your best friend

the world ended. you never got to say goodbye. you was hauled off to outpost 3 never knowing what happened to michael, you desperately hoped he would be there but he wasn’t. it was over, michael was gone…

for 18 more months.

when the long haired and mysterious man entered the outpost on behalf of the cooperative, it took you by surprise. something about him screamed familiarity yet you couldn’t place your finger on it

when addressing your living companions, his gaze lingered on you a few times but never for long. there was something in those seducing eyes that piqued your interest, something you wanted to get lost in. however you was soon snapped out of your trance when he said his name

“i am michael langdon” he said with confidence, the confidence of a natural born leader, someone with power, someone who could make heads then just from the way he carried himself.

it got even worse when the interviews began. you was second in the queue so whilst Mr. Gallant was being interviewed, all you felt was that sickly anxious feeling combining with the thumping in your chest. your heart sounded nearly like a hummingbird with how fast it was beating.

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“take a seat” michael began when you entered his office, motioning to the conveniently placed chair. however you couldn’t hold back and wrapped him up in a tight hug, mumbling something about how much you missed him

after a moment of hesitation he returned the hug with one arm, holding you gently against his chest

“im not here for affectionate reunions Y/N. i still need to interview you for the position” he reminded you as he pulled away, towering over you with his imposing figure.

he practically probed into your brain with his question, asking invasive questions that made you question yourself. but it was necessary. you wanted, no, NEEDED that position. you needed to spend time with michael again

his cold and calculating gaze never left you for even a second, analysing your every move. every subtle twitch, the goosebumps rising on the back of your neck, the nervous tick you had of scratching your fingers. he saw it all.

“you’re different to what i remember. in the way you carry yourself, i mean” he begins. “a shell of your former self, more meek than you were ever before” he finished, stating it factually like the observational person he was

“that concludes the interview though. you may leave. i’ll see you soon”

it didn’t end there though. you snuck out of your bedroom that night, making your way to where michael was staying. you had to see him, just one final moment with him. just closure for the years of separation, at least that’s what you told yourself.

he was sleeping peacefully, laying flat on his back with his arms pressed to his sides. it looked almost corpselike with how stiff he seemed to be when he slept. but the second you closed the door behind you, his eyes snapped open.

“what’re you doing here? you’re not allowed to be outside your room, let alone in mine” he scolded, eyebrows knitting with confusion as to why you were here. his lips pursed together in a thin line, holding back some harsher words he could use.

“i just needed the closure, i haven’t seen you in so long that i needed a final goodbye” you explain softly, standing by his bed. he shifted over to allow you to sit down, which you did when prompted

“well you’ve seen me now. i have a job to do, Y/N. my father sent me for a reason” he sighs “just go back to your quarters, we have plenty of time tomorrow to ‘see’ each other” he dismissed you, but he noticed the frown that threatened to break out on your lips

“did i get in?” you ask as you grasp the doorhandle, ready to leave. your eyes were trained on michael as he settled himself back into his bed

“you was always in. i just needed everyone else to think they had a chance” michael admitted after a careful moment of hesitation, reluctant to tell you that fact.

“just don’t tell anyone, i’d like them to think this is non-biased. goodnight, Y/N

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i NEED a stoner peter fic.

Stoner!peter x f!reader

SUMMARY: peter and y/n get high together

CONTENT WARNING: weed, suggestive language

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT BELOW. CONSUME AT OWN FAULT

A/N: new banner style perchance? testing some stuff out to see what looks good. expect a lot of different styles, enjoy the fic

“just stay still i’m almost done” he says calmly. he was using you as a rolling table, having you lay down on the bed whilst he used your stomach in order to roll. tobacco, roaches, rizla, and a baggie of pre-ground weed was scattered over your stomach.

he perfectly rolled the little card of filter into the perfect size to fit into the joint, adding just enough tobacco and meticulously sprinkling weed on top of that. in all your years of knowing peter, you’d never seen him so careful with anything.

“y’know i shoulda rolled on your tits, woulda given me an excuse to cop a feel” he joked, knowing you wouldn’t complain about the joke.

and you didn’t. you lay still whilst he rolled, letting the ‘master’ roll for you. obviously it was a self proclaimed title he gave to himself, but you weren’t complaining. you were getting free weed, what was there to complain about?

he looked over at you through his lashes whilst he licked the edge of the rolling paper, taking care to roll it as tight and as straight as possible.

“you got a lighter? mines dead” he says as he packs the joint together, tapping the end of it against your lower abdomen. he glanced over at you whilst you lay back on the bed, being the perfect table

“yeah here” you respond, passing him a white lighter with a ribbon bow hot glued onto it. as well as the ribbon it also had a small ring of gems along the line where the metal met the casing. it was your only lighter that worked but unlike with other people, you knew peter wouldn’t judge your lighter. just by looking at his face you could tell that he liked it, the small shine from the gems caught his eye

“thanks. nice lighter, you make it yourself?” he questioned, his brown eyes glancing up at you whilst he held the joint in his mouth which caused his speech to be slightly muffled. after taking a deep drag he passed the joint to you

“thanks” you murmured before taking a drag for yourself, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling it through your nose.

the room soon filled up with smoke, hotboxing you both as well whilst you smoked which only seemed to increase the relaxation that was coming over you. you got clingy when high, so without even realising you ended up cuddling into peter

“you’re cute when you’re high” he taunts playfully, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before taking the final drag to kill the joint. the two of you just stayed cuddling for a moment whilst some cheesy movie played in the background, you didn’t know and didn’t care what it was. all that mattered was that you had peter

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yooooo

would love if my fav ahs writer could write tate x transmasc!reader 👀

I’LL TRY! i’ve never written any male pov/transmale pov so some of it may be difficult. it’ll take longer cause ill have some of my transmasc friends proofread it too cause i don’t wanna mess up💀

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PT 2 FOR THE DRUNK PETER FIC PLS- LOVED IT🩶

DRUNK AT THE X MANSION 2 [peter maximoff]

drunk!peter x f!reader

SUMMARY: after taking peter up on his ‘theory’, a simple night in turns into a hell of alot more

CONTENT WARNING: grinding, unprotected p in v, kinda sub!peter

A/N: i’m hope this lives up to its predecessor, thx for all the love on part one <3

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. CONSUMPTION IS DONE AT OWNS FAULT

“wanna test that theory out?”

you paused for a moment, the intention behind peter’s words rendered you speechless for a moment of two before you silently nodded your head in agreement

without waisting any time, peter crawled up your body so he could kiss you. his lips crashed against yours whilst he began to knead your boobs through your t-shirt. his lips wove perfectly with your own, his tongue gently squeezing its way in between your lips so he could deepen the kiss. with one hand cupping your breast and the other tangled in your hair, peter began to blindly unbutton your shirt with expert fingers.

you moaned into the kiss, feeling his own contort into a smirk when he heard the moan escape from your lips. he pushed his knee in between your legs, forcing them to spread before he broke the kiss to get some air

“y’know, you’re like hot as fuck” he slightly slurred with a lopsided grin before adjusting position so he could grind his very obvious bulge against your clothed core. after removing your shirt and bra he did exactly what his ‘theory’ stated and buried his face back between your tits, planting kisses on the sensitive skin

soft whines escaped from the speedster’s lips as he rutted against you desperately, already feeling the release knotting up in his lower stomach. whilst holding back on his orgasm he hastily removed his jeans as well as your bottoms, doing so in a split second with the help of his mutation. he ran the head of his dick up and down your sopping slit for a moment before pushing into you and instantly beginning to thrust

thanks to his mutation, he felt like a realer version of a vibrator - which he was. that sensation already had you seeing stars, and peter a whining whimpering mess. his thrusts were sloppy and never in a stable rhythm but you blamed that on the alcohol coursing through his veins from the party, but even this rhythmless animalistic sex was euphoric.

his balls slapped against you, but you barely noticed from his speed. his whimpers vibrator against your chest we he buried his face as deep as he could between your boobs. his orgasm washed over him and caused him to spurt thick ropes of cum into you, filling you completely. but he didn’t stop, it wasn’t enough for him.

tears of pleasurable overstimulation began to prick at the corners of your eyelids whilst you let out the loudest moans he had ever heard. the constant feeling of his tip ‘buzzing’ against your g-spot brought you orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm. each time your toes curled, your back arched upwards, and your entire face twisted to match your pleasure.

even the sound of you cumming made him - somehow - speed up from deep within you, his dick twitching and pulsating as he continued his relentless but pleasurable assault on your poor pussy.

it had been 5 nonstop orgasms, and it was only just beginning for you.

A/N: am i tempted to turn this into a series? yes. yes i am.

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hi!! I hope u r doing well💗

Could u maybe write a Tate smut with virgin!reader?

Love your work.

Just a lil’ bit [tate langdon]

Tate x virgin!reader

SUMMARY: reader loses her virginity to tate, the ghost who’s been ‘stalking’ her ever since she moved in

CONTENT WARNING: stalking (sorta), tate watching reader without her knowledge, masturbation mentioned, unprotected p in v, fingering, slow sex.

A/N: thx for the request, i hope you enjoy it! pt 2 of drunk!peter is also being made, anyone waiting for that it will be here soon

NSFW BELOW. CONSUMPTION IS DONE AT OWN FAULT

ever since you moved into the murder house, you had been feeling like you’re being watched. it was a strange feeling, one you couldn’t shake off no matter how many curtains you closed, doors you shut, and no matter how much you curled under the blanket.

eventually you met tate, the sweetest boy you had ever known. you didn’t know he had been watching you, you didn’t know how he’d palm himself through his jeans whilst watching you shower, you didn’t know how he’d jack off watching you sleep, you didn’t know he was dead.

he was your first for a lot of things: first boyfriend, first kiss, first hug, first… well that was about it. that’s all you had done.

he lay beside you in bed, rolled onto his side so he could look at you. he idly traced circles on the exposed skin of your hip whilst he softly spoke to you.

“y’know, it must be hard watching all those romance movies you like” he murmurs into your ear, his warm breath ticking your skin. “seeing those couples getting it on yet you’ve never gotten it on” tate continues, looking at you through his lashes.

he gave you enough time to respond but when you didn’t, he decided to press his lips against yours. his tongue dominated your own in a passionate kiss, causing you to let out an involuntary moan in response. he took that as a sign to keep going, that you were enjoying it.

with blind expertise, he pulled your trousers down and began rubbing small but fast circles over your clit through your panties; the foreign sensation causing you to mewl softly.

“you like that?” he mumbled into your ear, the pressure increasing.. “so so wet. that all for me?” his voice sent shivers down your spine, heading straight to your pulsating clit.

the new and strange feelings flooded your senses with pleasure, so much so that you was already drunk from the euphoria and you hadn’t even came yet

“might hurt a little, you can take it right? good girl” tate said in his usual hushed tone before sliding two fingers into your wetness and making scissor motions to loosen you up slightly.

his fingertips rubbed against your g-spot, eliciting sweet and guttural moans from within you; those noises brought a smirk to tate’s face and urged him to continue

your cunt clenched around his fingers, oozing your wetness all over him which only prompted him to pull out and lick his fingers clean

“ain’t done yet” he states in between licks. his words brought an air of dominance to him which only made your pussy weep even more. but before you could protest to the how empty feeling, he began to slowly push his cock into you inch by inch.

he was girthy and around 6.5 inches, a size you thought would’ve been impossible to take, but he made it happen. using your wetness and his precum as lube, he pushed in until he was balls deep and then paused to give you a moment to adjust

“this good?” he asks, adjusting you so your legs were on his shoulders “gonna start moving now, but just tell me if it’s too much”

he laced his fingers with your own before beginning to make slow but deep thrusts, his hips making the most subtle movements to get you used to the feeling.

it felt like a perfect blend of pain and pleasure tearing you apart and splitting you inside out. but the way every stroke hit that internal sweet spot numbed the pain and turned it into sinful bliss

his thrusts continued and slowly got faster the more you got used to the feel of sex, slowly getting faster and slightly sloppy with how he was teetering on the edge. he held back as long as he could, but ultimately spilled and released steaming ropes of cum into your cunt, pornographicly moaning your name at a shamelessly loud volume.

“fuck, you did so good f’ me” he pants breathlessly, pulling out she carefully scooping you up into his arms. “c’mon, i’ll run you a bath”

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btw if we're moots you're like. a friend by default to me. unless you dont want to be. thumbsup

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oh wait... just saw it... the kit one was a request too?

kit wasn’t a request but i had the idea and was working on it for almost 2 weeks (i think) so i just finished it to get it out my drafts so i can focus on my requests <3

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currently got 3 fanfics in writing, hopefully they’ll be done soon. 2 were requests so i’ll get them done asap <3

just curious which ones of these three are the requests? 🤭

virgin!reader x tate

drunk at the x mansion part 2

i’ll try to get them done quickly, i’ve got plans tmmrw though so i won’t be able to write until late evening

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her patient, his savior [kit walker]

SUMMARY: when kit gets thrown into briarcliff for a second time, yet again for a crime he didn’t commit, he meets a nurse: Y/N

CONTENT WARNING: violence, briarcliff, mental asylums, angst, platonic relationship but could be romantic depending on your perspective

A/N: the dates might be wrong, but i couldn’t find any explicitly stated dates so i had to use what i could. this does not match up with the ending of the show but it’s an idea that came to me

NO NSFW. PLS ENJOY

being a nurse at briarcliff wasn’t an easy job. you’d deal with the aftermath of the brutal punishments that the sisters would give to the patients. the welts, the burns, you saw the lot of it.

nobody there was anyone you wanted to associate with, it was clear that 9/10 people seemingly deserved to be there. granted you didn’t know most of them, but you read their files and found their backstories. however one person stuck out to you: kit walker.

a charming man who managed to be discharged from briarcliff. he was framed for the bloodyface murders and thrown into the asylum without a second thought. judging by his files he endured a lot. the electrotherapy, the beatings, the hydrotherapy, it was atrocious. he was discharged in 1965 though, so why was this relevant? why were you reading his files in 1971?

kit was back. back for murder. He knew that Alma murdered Grace, but he couldn’t let Alma take the fall for it; he gave himself up to save her, a chivalrous act for his wife.

This same Mr walker had just entered your infirmary looking beaten up. his eye was blackened, bottom lip bloodied, and god knows what else. But kit was your nicest patient, he wasn’t creepy and was polite. he was like a saint in a house of devils.

“sista’, mind fixin’ me up?” he asks in his boston drawl, standing in the doorway waiting for you to give him permission to be seen. he knew he didn’t need to ask, but he still wanted to be polite and keep that sense of humanity in him. his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead a little with the sweat presumably from the fight he got himself into. kit was such a sweet soul, you never believed anyone when they said he was violent.

“of course kit” you beam softly, not wanting to seem overly eager but also not wanting to seem monotonous like everyone else here. it was either monotony or anger, no in between. to kit you were his ray of sunshine in this place, he appreciated having a nice nurse this time round rather than Dr Arden.

“thanks-” he began to say, cutting himself off with a hiss of pain when the antiseptic made contact with some of his grazes and cuts.

“sorry, ‘s just hurtin’ a little” he mumbled, apologising for his reaction to the cool antiseptic wipe you began to run along his battered body.

the two of you made idle chit chat whilst you fixed him up, your eyes meeting his occasionally. he made you laugh with some sort of witty comment/remark he made, and you giggled like a school girl with a crush.

nothing could happen though, he still had alma on the outside. nothing would ever happen… right?

A/N: i’m gonna be real and say i got a bit lazy towards the end and also couldn’t be bothered to make a banner. i’ve got a lot to work on so fics might be slightly lower quality than usual, but i’ll try my best <3

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TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS. ILY ALL SO MUCH <3

currently got 3 fanfics in writing, hopefully they’ll be done soon. 2 were requests so i’ll get them done asap <3

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recently began watching prison break, how would you guys feel about michael scofield smut?

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Party at the x mansion [peter maximoff]

SUMMARY: whilst the other x-men were on a mission, some of the students at the school had some other ideas…

drunk!peter x f!reader.

CONTENT WARNING: alcohol, brief mentions of vomiting (not detailed), suggestive ending with discussions of sex

READER DISCRETION ADVISED. SUGGESTIVE ENDING WITH NO EXPLICIT NSFW

A/N: If you want a part 2 it would contain the nsfw scene. i need opinions on this

flashing lights bombarded his senses, the thumping bass of the party music blending with the faint sounds of puking invading his eardrums. he stumbled down the stairs with wavy vision and made his way back into the main party area after taking a quick detour to sort his looks out. after all, Y/N was here. the one girl who could break the speedster’s usual attitude. for the first time he couldn’t use his mutation to get around the party quickly, the alcohol clouded his vision so he’d most likely run into a wall.

with a red solo cup clutched in one hand, he poured himself another cup of WooWoo from the nearly empty pitcher. his hand trembled and his vision unfocused with how drunk he currently was. looking out into the sea of people, he couldn’t spot Y/N anywhere but the alcohol finally gave him the confidence to make the first move to - hopefully - going out with her. he didn’t wanna be like the stereotypical party jerk who only wanted women for sex, no, he wanted to shower her with affection, and love; the proper princess treatment.

eventually he spotted her on the other side of the party, drinking whatever her choice of poison was with a grin on her face. despite what seemed to be right he took the risk and dashed over to her, leaving a blur of silver hair behind him.

“hey, Y/N” he said with a lopsided grin, a faint blush already painting his cheeks with a rosy hue. his mind was racing faster than any speed he could run, trying to get over the fact he was talking to the only person to have ever made him fully short circuit.

“wanna go somewhere after this? i’ll run you to anywhere you like babygirl” he slurs slightly. he tried his hardest to seem composed but it was obvious by the way he was bouncing on his heels and fidgeting with his hands that he was nervous, a trait you had never seen in the speedster

the pet name also took you by surprise, but you dismissed it as a drunken mishap or one of his platonic affectionate terms that he’d use on anyone he could. you also didn’t know where to go. at this time everywhere would be shut, and he was in no condition to go on a date in a high end restaurant. even sober you couldn’t take him there, the klepto would end up stealing a fork thinking it was real silverware.

“the only place you need to go is to bed. you gotta sleep this off peter, maybe we can do something when you’re sober” you say politely and softly, politely turning him down but agreeing to go out another time. however judging by the pout that fell onto his lips, he wasn’t liking that answer.

“bed? i don’t wanna go to bed, not unless you’re with me” a sly grin crept onto his face as he said the last part of his sentence, but you knew peter well enough to know he wouldn’t try to take advantage of you. he’d never even dream of it. so you agreed to go back to his form

he put a hand behind your head and wrapped the other around your waist. “just a warning: whiplaaaash” he murmured into your ear before speeding you back to his room.

once you was in there, he gave you a quick and affectionate kiss on the cheek before grabbing a box of twinkies and offering you one, or maybe 10 with the amount of twinkies he had in his room.

a movie marathon, twinkies, cuddles, and marching pyjamas is how the night ended. it was serene despite peter’s inability to keep still. his knee was constantly bouncing, or he’d randomly zip over to an arcade machine just to move around a little. either way it was a nice evening. once he finally settled down, he lay with his head between your boobs just burying his face in between them whilst you cuddled him.

“mhhhhm” he mumbled from in between your chest. “this would be great post-sex, and during, and pre-sex” he slurs drunkenly, lifting his head slightly to look up at you through half-lidded eyes

a smirk came over his lips, lighting his whole face up with an expression that couldn’t be described as anything less than dirty.

“wanna test that theory out?”

A/N: oh my god i spent like a week on this. lost motivation so often. pls PLS tell me if this is good or not, cause i’m hating it

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