#Michael Langdon × reader in progress

[eldritchlibertine]

Threshold of Darkness 

Ever since I started rewatching Apocalypse, my fic-writer brain seems to have woken up from it's very long coma and now I have the urge to write all the things. And I want to. So I did. But I'm also nervous, because I haven't written for pleasure in 15 years. So I'm posting this before I get cold feet. So #yolo I guess.

Pairing: Michael Langdon/Reader | Michael Langdon & Cordelia Goode

Summary: One month into his tenure at the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, Michael Langdon's extraordinary powers capture the attention of John Henry Moore, who senses a disturbing depth to Michael's abilities that goes beyond normal warlock prowess. Concerned, John Henry reaches out to Cordelia, before Ariel can push for Michael to undertake the test of the Seven Wonders. In response, Cordelia brings Michael to Miss Robichaux's Academy, aiming to better understand and guide his potent abilities. Under her watchful eye, Michael begins to explore the extents of his powers, but as they dig deeper, the line between control and chaos blurs.

John Henry Moore was chilled.

It wasn’t a physical chill - not with the fire that was currently blazing behind the blonde boy currently seated in front of them. No, it was a chill in his bones. An overwhelming sense of wrongness - of danger.

He’d been chilled since he’d seen that video more than a month ago - heard the snapping of that man’s bones, his stark plea of "help me" before his head exploded. He suppressed a shudder. No, it wasn’t a physical chill. Ariel believed that the boy, Michael Langdon, was a warlock - a powerful one. John Henry wasn’t so sure. He’d never seen power like that in a warlock.

And now, Michael sat before them, ready to be evaluated. John Henry thought it was a mistake, and had said as much, but he might as well have been talking to a wall.

“Now that you've had time to settle,” Ariel said to his right, “and you've immersed yourself in the study of magic here at the coven, it's time to evaluate and see where you stand.”

Though his pleas for prudence - a little circumspection - had gone unheeded so far, he gave it one last shot. “Normally,” he said pointedly, “this would happen at the end of the first year.”

Michael’s brow furrowed slightly. “I’ve only been here a month.” As he had since he arrived, in every interaction John Henry had had with him, he spoke softly - calmly. No indication of the raw, dark power that had been so evident in that cell.

It was Behold who answered him, obviously just as keen as Ariel was for this boy to help them take their rightful place. “Well, seeing your progress, we feel justified in accelerating the process.”

He suppressed a scoff, and as Ariel explained the test, and his ridiculous theory about the Alpha warlock, he mulled over his own concerns, and the deep sense of foreboding that had settled over him. Though he knew the boy had power, he wasn’t convinced that it was anything like the powers they knew. Maybe he wouldn’t even be able to pass these tests. He hoped he couldn’t.

Scrying was first, and his hope sputtered out almost instantly as Michael not only pulled the name of the book he was looking for directly from Baldwin’s mind, but pulled it just as easily from the mirror itself. Disturbing.

Behold called it impressive, but he called it what it was. “Troubling.” At this, the smile dropped from Michael’s face.

Next was transmutation - salire per spatium - and again, Michael seemed to have no trouble. John Henry’s unease ratcheted up another notch as Michael’s voice drifted down from where he was clinging to the ceiling like something out of a horror movie. “You want me to dust up here.”

When Ariel had first shown him that horrible video of Michael’s powers, he’d said “demonic possession” and the others had scoffed, desperate for their Alpha warlock who would help them to supplant the Supreme and take their rightful place. Maybe now they would see that something was very, very wrong here.

But no.

Last was stiricidium -  the ability to manipulate the weather through water molecules present in the atmosphere. As he explained the concept, John Henry couldn’t help but notice the first traces of uncertainty on the boys face. Slowly, he moved to stand, deep in thought, his fingers going to his mouth in a nervous gesture. After a moments thought, he raised one hand, fingers moving fluidly and gracefully despite his obvious nerves.

And then the first flakes of snow began to form. He raised his other arm then, calling the snow to fall and a boyish, exultant smile to break over his face.

The others began to chuckle next to him, exclaiming their wonder, but all John Henry could feel was unease. They didn’t notice the boy go rigid - his eyes roll back into his head leaving only the whites exposed. But John Henry did, only a moment before Michael flung his arms to the side and sapped every ounce of heat from the room, killing the fire instantly. The room had gone dark, and their breath billowed in white clouds in front of them. Michael seemed to be in a trance - rigid, arms outstretched, trembling.

Ariel’s sudden cry of “ENOUGH!” seemed to shatter the hold of whatever was happening, and Michael’s eyes snapped open, blood pouring from his nose. He didn’t drop his arms.

No one spoke. No one moved. No one breathed.

Until Michael brought his fingers to his face, gingerly feeling the blood there as it dripped over his lips. He looked shaken. Distraught.

His voice cracked and wavered as he spoke then, brow furrowed and eyes shining - “I’m sorry.” It came out almost like a gasp. “I didn’t know that was inside me.” He doubled over slightly, breathing deeply and still trembling.

Ariel, blind to whatever distress the boy was feeling, just walked over and placed a hand on his cheek, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

“You're testing your wings. Once you're fully in control of your powers you'll have the confidence to soar.”

Michael still hadn’t dropped his hand from his where it had touched at the blood at his nose, and Ariel’s words didn’t seem to comfort him at all. Briefly, he locked eyes with John Henry, and whatever he saw there must have given him pause, because he gave himself a little shake and re-focused on Ariel as he said, “Thank you for your spirited participation Michael. You’ve given us a lot to consider.”

The other warlocks swiftly left the room, leaving Michael there, still trembling and looking for all the world like a lost and frightened little boy - not someone who, mere moments ago, had nearly killed them.

Ariel was right. This had given them a lot to consider. John Henry considered leaving the warlocks to their delusion that Michael was the Alpha warlock - considered letting things play out as Ariel saw fit. But no. He’d been correct in his initial assessment.- Michael’s power, as great as it may be, was too dark and volatile. He was dangerous, and the other warlocks were too blinded by their own ambitions to see it. Too eager to take what they thought was their rightful place. Too eager to usurp the Supreme.

No. He couldn’t leave Michael in the care of these power-hungry idiots. There was something more at play here - Michael was more than just a powerful warlock.

As he strode purposefully towards his office, he thought back to the way Michael’s eyes had rolled backwards in his head, how his body had gone stiff. Maybe demonic possession wasn’t that outlandish of a theory. When had come back to himself, he had looked genuinely afraid.

Either way, the warlocks were not capable of handling this correctly. Before he could second-guess himself, he fired off an email to the only person who could.

The Supreme.

[tiny-ruby-seeds]

Such Selfish Prayers (Part 1)

Michael Langdon x Reader

Part 1/ Part 2 / Part 3

Warnings- Pale Demon!Michael Langdon (would like to think this is post “Fire & Reign” you know… When Daddy!Michael was coming into his own during that Giant Time Gap we have in his story *is not salty at all*), Demonic Stuff with the Antichrist (duh), Slight Blasphemy, Established BDSM relationship, & Roleplay (which may have some Dubcon tones as we progress just a heads up). 

Author’s note- So, it came to my attention that there are so very very few Pale Demon!Michael fics out there. As someone who loves monsters as much as she loves her pretty & badass boys I absolutely cannot allow that now in this fandom now, can I? Holler if you would like to be tagged for the other parts BTW (I’m gearing for 3 at least and this is the shortest of them all).

Oh! Little heads up… Think of this as “appetizer” chapter.  It’s all going downhill from here. 

Word Count- 4473

“This is as good a place  to fall as any...” -Florence and the Machine Bedroom Hymns

It was only after I sunk into the hot bath did I feel like I could actually breathe for the first time today. My worries and cares of the day slowly starting to melt away and drift off like the steam I could see from the water’s glass-like surface. I couldn’t stop the moan even if I tried. Today had been… Well rough probably summed it up although it still felt like an understatement.

Between having to stay an hour and a half longer after my shift ended, dealing with coworkers as well as customers on a daily basis… I was just more than thankful it was a Friday night. The weekend was mine to do what I wanted when I wanted. Things were certainly looking up that's for certain. But a small selfish part of me couldn’t help but think, Could be better...

He could be home.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling a bit horrible for thinking that, but another part of me couldn’t help but feel justified as well. I may have had a long day but my boyfriend was having a long month, and I could see it was getting to him. I could feel my heart twist as I thought of the past few nights.

Of him stumbling in later and later each night, exhausted and starving, having not eaten the whole day (he was far too driven for his own good). His curly blonde hair was always a mess from running his hands through, barely able to keep those beautiful blue eyes open, looking every inch that kicked puppy he had been when we met. I knew this was different and what happened was like a lifetime ago, but it was still like a punch to the chest every time I saw him like this. I just hated seeing him so beaten.

I sunk a little bit more into the tub, feeling my heart ache just from the thought of it and half wishing I had brought a glass of wine in the bathroom with me (I had been determined to not touch it until he came home). I took a deep breath before I sunk underwater. I didn’t want to make myself sad but I couldn’t help but think he needed a break more than I did. He always seemed to wear the world on his shoulders these days ever since that meeting…

Actually, that was a terrible bad analogy with his job (his purpose, I reminded myself) but with the pressure he was under, the pressure that they were putting on him he may as well. But I knew this was important to him and, although I wasn’t very wild on it when he first said what it was, I came to understand. Nor could I tell him “No” with how he seemed to come to life when he spoke about how things would change for us when (not if as he would say) he succeeded. It almost made those late nights, seeing him like that, worth it. 

Almost.

What did make it worth it was the words he would repeat to me when it was just us. Between the sweet nothings, and those apologies he didn’t need to say he would tell me that I was one of the only ones allowed to see him like this.

And the only one to see him in other ways, My thoughts chimed in, inner voice sounding so much like him I almost breathed in water.

I broke the surface of the bath taking a deep breath of air as that damn text of his came back to haunt me as it had been doing all day since he sent it during my morning break. I’ll see you tonight… It had read. And then he had to text me the two most tantalizing words I had heard in a while.

Play along.

I could feel myself start to ache like I had been, my thoughts running over a slew of different things as to what he was planning all of which I knew would probably be nowhere near close what he would do. Not wanting to get myself too excited too soon, I tilted my head back to lay back against the tub, I tried to think of something else. It hadn't been long since we had been together. But it had been weeks since we had been together in the way we both craved. And with the things his mind could come up with…

Okay, not helping in the “calming down” front, I thought, feeling my body start to burn. Fuck, was I so ready for it.

Or so I thought then.

I tried to distract myself as I did what I normally did in the bath alone (seriously? Calm down dirty mind.). I shaved, washed myself off, shampooed my hair, pretty much everything I could to calm myself down in the hot water because who knew how long until I would get the moment to again these next few days. It was only after going underwater to wash off the conditioner, and noticing the water was much colder than it was when I got in did I finally get out. My mind on everything and nothing. My trick of distracting myself working then as I tried to dry myself off with the towel.

It was then I felt something that caught my attention.

A slight cold breeze running up my spine that made me gasp. Goosebumps forming on still damp skin, making me shiver. I bit down the urge to chatter my teeth.

Huh?

I swung around to see that the door was partially open, not a lot but enough to let in a blast of air. I could see the darkness of the hallway beyond beckoning me forward. That’s weird, I was sure I had closed that coming in. I knew I did. So how…?

Wait, had he come home early after all? But if he did... Why hadn’t he joined me? I knew he would if he saw what I was doing. I wrapped the towel around me, tying a slight knot I knew would handle me walking around with it and strode over to the door. I pushed it open seeing nothing before me. I glanced down the hall. Nothing there either.

The sun had long set now and the hallway was dark. Pitch black even and that set off some warning bells. The plugin light we had in the socket was off and I vividly remember seeing it on earlier seeing as I clicked it on.

“Babe, you home?” I called out, not long after I winced realizing then the situation I was in.

Okay… Seriously? Now you’re becoming the worst kind of horror movie cliche, I kicked myself as I quietly stepped into the hallway and closed the door to the bathroom behind me. I listened to the beats of silence as I did, a part of me thought about getting the knife we had in our room in case... Something came up. A few more moments of silence later, I decided against it.

My mind must have been playing tricks on me. Maybe I hadn’t closed the door all the way and the AC had kicked on? Yeah, that sounds about right. I would have heard someone open it. And the bulbs for the old plugin light must have died again, it happened with those old things. I had meant to get something a bit more modern anyway. What was I doing out here, I mean other than being an idiot and scaring myself? Feeling pretty stupid, I reached for the bathroom doorknob once more when…

I heard a shuffle from down the hall.

I froze. This time I knew that it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. I had heard it.

Had he come home after all? If so... Why hadn’t he said anything? What was going on?

In retrospect, I’m not sure why I left the oversized shirt and my underwear there in the bathroom. I mean I should have known better. Guess I wasn’t thinking as I made the split-second decision. I started down the hall wrapped in nothing but my towel, trying to be as quiet as I could as though I were trying to sneak up on someone.

The dark stained hardwood was cool on my feet as but I padded quietly down the empty dark hall. But as I continued to the living room I could I couldn’t help but notice there was a strange change of temperature. As I got closer and closer to the living room... It was like there was a hot spot there, and it wasn't just the floor either as the air itself felt a bit warmer, heavier, like the summer air before the first clap of thunder that signaled a storm. I tried not to think anything of it, hoping it was just weird venting in an old apartment building but it wasn’t making me feel any better.

I had the gut feeling I was on the edge of something like I was on the edge of a cliff about to jump into a lake. Each step made my heart thud louder and louder in my ears. I started to kick myself as I really should be wearing clothes doing this. I should be armed. If I was watching this in a horror flick I would be screaming at myself right now. Yet, something was drawing me down the hall. Couldn’t turn back now.

Soon I found myself just before the corner to the living room. Swallowing hard, staying close to the wall I peeked around the corner.

I couldn’t see anything but an empty living room before me.

Feeling a little foolish I stepped onto the carpet and looked around in dim light. Small slots of moonlight peeking from the blinds along the wall gave the room a strange look of light and shadow but I didn’t see anything different. Nothing out of place. Maybe it had been something at the door? Something with the neighbors? Not normal but not unheard of.

I decided to go over and take a peek through the small peephole in the door. Worse came to worse I’d run back and pull something on. If it was nothing, no horror movies for me for a week at least. I had made it halfway across the room right before the small table that I sat my purse on when I came back when I stopped. My throat tightening, my heart starting to race once more. I didn’t dare move.

Someone was watching me.

I could feel it.

Instantly I swung around, and I gasped, a hand going to my mouth to stifle the start of a scream.

There in the corner, right across from where I stood I could see a shape in the armchair. A shape that certainly had not been there just a few moments ago. I could see it lounging in the darkness like it was some sort of throne.

I stepped back instinctively. Almost running into the table that had my purse.

“Well, what do we have here?” A man’s voice spoke, sounding as rich and warm as velvet yet there was a strange echo to it.

That voice, it sounded… Familiar.

It was that familiarity that glued me to the spot. Kept me from running. It couldn’t be, I thought.

He stood up fluidly, gracefully. He moved across the room like a predator that you could only see because it wanted you to see it and it was already too late then. He was a bit taller than me. I think I could make out curly hair in the darkness that parted at his forehead, almost to his shoulders but I couldn’t really tell as there wasn’t much light. But that wasn’t all, I don’t know what he was wearing but I could tell it was black. He all but blended into the darkness with it and I could barely make out his shape save for bits and pieces and… Was he wearing a cape…?

Holy shit. I thought as I realized I was right, even hidden in the dark I recognized him. What was he-? I was about to speak his name when two little words teased in my head….

Play along.

Two little words that weren’t just a little bit of teasing… 

They were a challenge.

This was a scene.

Oh sweetie…I fought back a smirk, catching on to the game. And it’s not even my birthday yet.

I slowly reached back for the purse I had on the table, slipping into the role he had cast me as. My purse wasn’t much as a weapon but if I timed it right it would be of a distraction.

“I’m not sure what I was expecting, coming to this little... Eden of yours,” He lilted, his voice made me shiver, the sound of his boots on the hardwood floor echoing in my ears in between the rapid beats of my heart.

“...But I am not disappointed in the least but what I have found.”

I was frozen, like a rabbit before the wolf. I couldn’t move, it was like something was holding me there… Something unnatural and he knew it as he drew closer.

And closer.

Closer.

I’m not sure how he could see in the darkness but I knew he could. I could feel his eyes on my bare skin, barely dry from the bath, the sensation made my cheeks burn in a way I was glad it was too dark for him to see.

All too soon he was right before me, still in cloaked in darkness with the dim ray of moonlight before me. I could smell amber, of leather, and something spicy that I couldn’t name. I could feel the warmth from him, even at this distance, even from his clothes and I was almost overcome with the need to sink into it. He wasn’t even touching me and yet something in me started to ache, begging to be touched all over by him. I almost thought about undoing the knot on the towel, letting it fall to the floor.

Almost.

Suddenly a ringed hand came from the darkness. I had to keep from gasping when I saw it. His hand was unnaturally pale in the moonlight. Veins of black and gray crossed his skin like the veins in marble. But that wasn’t all... It was like he was absorbing the light of the moon and leaving nothing but void its wake. It was unreal…

It was inhuman.

I should try to stop him when he reached for me, but I could barely move as his hand cupped my cheek, tracing under my jaw. His skin felt like a strange contradiction, rough and tough, yet smooth and soft. Maybe like a sort of leather? No… Not like that. It was hard to put into words but it felt… Good.

No, better than good.

Sinful.

His thumb started teasing my lower lip in a matter I could feel my lower belly ache. I could almost feel a ghost of that touch like an echo on my inner thigh, so close to my core … As it slowly started to heat up.

No… I told myself. Don’t you start to give in now! Besides…

We have some catching up to do now, don’t we?

“Tell me, little girl...” he said, oh he was so close now yet still in the darkness, I could feel his sweet breath tickle my lips.

“Would you follow in Eve’s footsteps and eat the fruit from the forbidden tree?”

I knew what he was doing then and there. This was the real challenge. That snapped my brain awake from the haze he had tried to put over me. Looking up to the outline of a ghostly face before me, still in darkness. He was so close now, close enough that I could reach over and touch his face if I wanted. Or…

I gripped the purse behind my back tightly as I thought of an answer.

Oh, sweetheart, I’m not going to give in that easy.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Serpent?” I replied in a sing-song tone.

That got his attention. He paused, and that was enough for me to swing the purse it at him from behind my back. He quickly let go of my chin as though to catch it just as it arched to his face.  I could hear a clap of leather nonetheless against the skin of the back of his hand as he blocked it. I could swear I heard a low hiss from him but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stick around and fucking watch.

I took the opening, letting go of the purse and taking off down the hall. I could feel the wind as he tried to snatch after me but he just missed and I could hear him growl after me. I wasn’t stupid to think he wasn’t pissed.

I’m so screwed if he catches me, The words rang in my head, repeating with every step I took.

I couldn’t hear him behind me but I knew it wouldn’t be that way for long. If he was what I think he was…

I could feel a thrill thudding through my veins as I ran past the still lit bathroom to the bedroom. Bursting into the room before slamming the door shut locking it as fast as I could. I could swear the metallic click echoed down the hall and off the bedroom walls.

Frantically, I looked around the room. Not really noticing the lit candles that I most certainly didn’t light before going into the bath as I had a few other things on my mind. The only thing that was running through my head was a circle he had told me about once. It was supposed to help protect from evil. It wouldn’t be much but it would be enough to buy myself some time.

Cause if he gets in here… Oooh boy.

I had to fight back that giddy feeling as I ran to the darkly stained armoire in the corner of the room. Pulling open the doors, ignoring everything else save for four the strange black candles and candlesticks that I grabbed right away along with the matchbook nearby. Quickly I went to the center of the room, setting the candles on the floor in the four cardinal directions (or I hoped where the four anyway). I started striking a match and went to light one of them when I heard a sound that made me drop the lit match to the wood floor.

Footsteps walking down the hall outside the door.

I had to fight back the urge to start shaking as I picked up the match off the floor, lucky it hadn’t scorched the wood before lighting the candle saying a few words I could think of for the spirits of the North.

“... Hail guardians, I ask your protection.”

I quickly tried to light all of the others as I could hear those footsteps get louder and louder. I had just lit the last one when I heard the doorknob start to rattle making me almost jump even though I had expected it.

I racked my brain, trying to remember what he had told me about this circle and almost cursed.

The elements, I thought kicking myself.

To strengthen the circle I would need the protection of four elements, therefore... Something to represent them. Not exactly something I had in my back pocket and I don’t think we had anything like that here. I was about to prepare myself for hell when was then something else he said came to me.

Blood, He said blood was powerful enough to call upon them...

Oh hell, I thought as the rattling was getting even more insistent. Why does it always have to be blood?

I shook my head, no time to get squeamish now. I ran back to the armoire and grabbed the black handled knife that laid on the altar inside, before closing the door once more running back to the center of the circle of candles. The flames of the candles flickering, and almost dancing in the dark. I raised the sharp edge of the blade to the back of my hand, where it wouldn’t hurt too bad if I were to cut when suddenly the rattling of the doorknob... 

Stopped.

Silence rang in my ears now. I lowered the blade as I looked to the door, tilting my head. Did he give up? I thought, letting myself drop character for a moment. I didn’t have a chance to feel any trace of disappointment when I noticed the candles in the room…

There were all starting to burn low.

Flames so low it was almost like they were about to go out even on fully tapered candles. The air in the room felt heavy, heavier than in the living room, and unnaturally.  As though the room itself was holding its breath in preparation for what would happen next. And then suddenly…

CLACK!

The stark violent sound of the lock breaking, metal snapping, and giving, made me gasp. The now useless doorknob turned and slowly...

The door started to open.  

As it did, I raised the knife before me. No point in trying to strengthen the circle now. Feeling the anticipation in me build as the door swung open wider and wider, the creaky hinge the only sound in the apartment.

I braced myself as the door finally opened…

Only to be greeted by the stark darkness of the hallway.

What? I thought, taken off guard for a moment. I licked my lips to wet them as I stepped forward, staying in my weak little circle. Still, I couldn’t see anything. No figure, no shape. Nothing. Where had-?  

Suddenly every fiber of my being, every shred of my soul screamed...

Behind you!

I barely had time to swing around to see him standing there when the flames of the candles that made up my makeshift circle suddenly blazing brighter than torches. I cried out, raising an arm to try to shield my eyes. The sudden light blinding me a bit, purple and blue spots appearing on the edge of my vision. As I did the knife was torn from my hand, I could hear it clatter on the wood in some far corner of the room. Nor could I tell which one as suddenly the door slam shut behind me.   

“Did you really think a stupid lock, a weak circle, and a little knife was going to stop me?” I could hear that familiar voice before me say, I swore I could hear him smiling.

Before I could say anything, do anything, I was jerked forward as though a puppet on invisible strings. My arms were forced outstretched like I was on some invisible cross. I tried to fight it but it was like iron had settled in my bones. I turned to the figure about to say something when suddenly my heart skipped a beat.

I could see him clearly now, no shadows hid his face yet something about him still seemed to draw the light from the room. His face was like that of a Botticelli painting with full lips, a jawline that would make anyone’s mouth water from the thought of running along it, and chiseled features framed by curly ginger golden blonde hair. But that was where the human features ended and the others began...

His skin was… Pale. Paler than death. Paler than marble, veined and cracked with black like the darkness in him could just barely be contained. But it was his eyes that made my heart stop. There was nothing human about those coal black depths, darker than the pits of the earth. Seeing them… confirmed what I had thought.

He was a demon.

I felt my heart skip a beat for a reason I couldn’t let myself think of just yet as he stepped forward into the half-drawn circle, towards me. I could feel a shudder as I felt what little magic the circle have flicker and die. Yet he continued forward until he was towering before me.

One of those pale ringed hands raised up. I braced myself waiting for the other shoe to drop as he pushed back a few strands of hair that had fallen over my shoulder. I could swear he lingered on the still damp strands before his fingers raised up to oh so gently traced down my cheek. I couldn't see pupils in those eyes but I could tell he was looking at me carefully. I knew what he was looking for and dared to smile despite myself.

You wanted me to play along, didn’t you? Let’s see what games you have for me.

“Oh, I don’t know… You seem really determined to stay out of my weak little circle until just a few moments ago,” I said with a smirk. “What’s wrong? Is the big bad demon afraid of little me?”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting that slow wicked smirk to cross his face that smirk that made my heart skip a beat.

I had the feeling he found the response he was going for.

"Fiery little thing aren't you?" The demon said a terrible smile crossing his face. 

“I wonder how much of that you’ll have in you when we’re done...”

For @lovelykhaleesiii , @langdonsdemon , @lvngdvns ,@wroteclassicaly, @katiekitty261, @hxdesworld & @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning

[7-wonders]

Series

As Above, So Below Masterlist

Shatter Masterlist

Mad Love Masterlist

It's Only Forever Masterlist

Oneshots

And God Made Eve to Bear the Curse (vampire!Michael)–Michael wants one thing, and one thing only–to drink from the oasis between your thighs.

Chord Progressions–In the post-apocalyptic world, you find music to be the only thing that makes living in an underground bunker with a bunch of spoiled rich people tolerable. The time finally comes for your interview with the mysterious Cooperative member, Langdon. Will you find your way to salvation? Or will there be more questions than answers?

Bathe Me In Blood–After your numerous questions, Michael invites you to observe as he conducts one of his rituals. The turn that it takes is a welcome surprise for both parties. 

Late-Night Reading–Your new friend Michael (aka the Antichrist) asks you to read to him one night after he has a nightmare.

Ride It Out–The end of the world is terrifying, even when you’re the Antichrist’s lover. 

Driver’s Ed–Michael really wants to learn how to drive a car.

A Sanctuary Within the Sanctuary–The end of the world is more difficult to deal with than you had anticipated. Michael, appreciative of how you’ve stuck by him, decides to show you his thanks. 

Practice Makes Perfect–Michael wants a baby. You want a baby.

Baby Love–You find out you’re pregnant, and now comes the hard part: Surprising Michael.

Sacrificial Lambs–What you thought was just going to be an event to meet the members of Michael’s Satanic church turns into a ritual sacrifice, followed by your unofficial ‘dark’ baptism. As any normal person, you don’t take the murders of two innocent people well. 

Hurt–After an intense fight, Michael inadvertently causes what he does best: Hurt.

Sweet as Cyanide–Michael makes his final decisions for the Sanctuary, and leaves you with a cryptic warning about the upcoming Halloween party.

Without a Word–You’ve always been the light to Michael’s dark, the one who makes everyone smile instead of the one who scares people with a mere glance. Michael has never seen the clouds that lurk inside of you, threatening to spill over and ruin your carefully-constructed image. 

Twilight, Eat Your Heart Out (vampire!Michael)–Pondering your own mortality is never a good long-term solution, especially when you have to compare it to the immortal vampire you’ve found yourself entangled in a relationship with.

Family Man–Michael brings his family along to the last Outpost after realizing that he’s not willing to sacrifice his loved ones for his father’s plan.

Lost In the Shadows–As a naturally curious person, the odd mannerisms of your elusive new boss pique your interest, making you determined to figure out who, or what, he is.

Thinking of Sin (CAOS!au)–Michael, having fully embraced his title as Antichrist and heir to the throne of Hell, invites you to join him as his father’s church, the Church of Night, celebrates one of their most sacred holidays: Lupercalia, the festival of passion.

Creature of the Night (vampire!Michael)–Michael indulges one of your secret fantasies on Halloween.

Heaven & Hell Were Words to Me–A surprise takes a turn that should be sickening, but instead only serves to draw you even further into the web that Michael has woven.

Labyrinth King!Michael headcanons

Vampire Michael Musings

The Thrill of the Chase–Your path once again crosses with Michael’s, this time under much more dire circumstances. Life and death, specifically yours, has suddenly never been more prevalent in your mind.

Marry the Night–Outpost 3 has never been quiet. When you awake and find that, for the first time in months, there’s nothing but silence, you’re determined to get to the bottom of it. Soon, you’ll wish that you had stayed in bed.

Warm and Real and Bright–A Tangled!AU, with Michael as a dark Flynn Rider and reader as Rapunzel. Part II

Self-Indulgence (vampire!Michael)

In Which You're Worried That Michael Might Actually Eat You (vampire!Michael)

Enemies With Benefits (vampire!Michael)–The blood bond that you now share with your vampire boss rears its ugly head.

Interview With the Vampire (vampire!Michael)–Well, if you have no choice but to be in close contact with a vampire, you’re going to ask him everything you’ve ever wanted to know about such creatures.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas–Christmas arrives during your quest to show Michael why humanity is worth saving, and you decide to broach the topic with him to get his thoughts.

Sk8 D8 (or: how to teach your Antichrist the art of ice skating)–You take Michael on an ice skating date!

Incident Report–Michael treats everything at Kineros like it’s his, including dangerous chemicals that he should not be playing with like he is. What happens when he creates a mess that affects both of you?

Designed By the Divinity–Sanctuary is the hottest new club on the West Coast. There’s no rules in there, allowing patrons to let loose and enjoy the darkness that lurks within them. When you manage to make it inside the exclusive nightclub, you also manage to capture the attention of its enigmatic owner, Michael Langdon. However, you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

[tboywriter]

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

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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 !!

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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

[syven-siren]

No Practice Necessary

Summary: Michael is more than ready to start a family with the reader and is ready to prove just how much. (Michael Langdon x Female!Reader) Warnings: Smut, breeding kink (should I even need to warn you by now about this), pregnancy kink, and dirty talk.

Staring at the reflection in the mirror, you inspect the subtle changes of your body. Your (h/c) hair shimmers even in the low light of the bathroom. You’ve had many people within the Sanctuary praise how beautiful and silky your hair seems to be as of late. Some of the women have even asked what your secret is as if you are hiding away some magical conditioner. Your vision moves downward, taking in the rest of your body until it lands on your stomach which is only slightly distended. No one seems to have noticed the small bump beginning to protrude.

Even with these “glowing” differences, it doesn’t negate the nausea and uncomfortableness you feel throughout the day or the small blemishes on your cheeks that have begun to fade. But in the end, it will all be worth it if it means you will bring a new life into this new world.

It’s a wonder Michael hasn’t already noticed. The thought that he does not want to speak of the current predicament because of disappointment or anger has crept into your mind on numerous occasions. You blame the various concoction of hormones racing through your body for your negativity and nervousness about his lack of reaction. And, you often have to remind yourself that with everything going on including rebuilding the world, running the Sanctuary, and keeping the posh pompous Cooperative members happy and working, Michael hasn’t been as in tune with you as usual. Perhaps he has not yet picked up on the new life growing within you.

Usually, he can tell there is something off by just breathing the same air as you. When you first met him, it was infuriating to know he could feel the subtle shifts in your emotions or body, sometimes even before you realized it yourself. However, as time has progressed, you have come to enjoy the closeness that his sensitivity has brought to the relationship. It is not only Michael that has this ability. You, too, now have a sixth sense about his rollercoaster of emotions, feelings, and thought. You often catch him off guard with it, taking the opportunity to pacify the rumblings of his mood. Although, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know when that man is angry.

This mutual synergy between you is the reason why you now sit on the edge of the claw-foot tub drawing a bath. Sensing his heightened stress over the past few days, you know it is the perfect time to pull him away from work and shut everything and everyone else out. It has been weeks since you could bask in each other’s presence uninterrupted. The water rushing out of the faucet runs over your fingers as you test temperature. Not too hot. Not too cold. With the added fragrances, it should aid in decreasing his high tension and relaxing your aching muscles.

“How did you know this is what I needed?” Michael asks, stepping over the threshold and slowly peeling his clothes off.

“Hmm. You’ve been giving everyone the death stare lately. I thought now was a good time before someone ended up spontaneously combusting because they coughed too loud or something.” You say half-joking and half-serious.

“You know me so well, my love,” Michael responds, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips.

“Of course I do. I am your wife after all.”

“I love it when you call yourself my wife.”

“Yes, I know. You remind me every time I say it. I’ll be back. I forgot the towels.”

By the time you return to the bathroom, Michael is already reclining in the tub with his arms laying on the edges of the tub. His head is resting against the porcelain back, the edges of his hair slightly damp from the warm water. You swear you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than him.

“Are you going to join me or continue to stare?”

“Let me enjoy the view for a bit longer.”

Laughing at your forwardness, Michael lifts himself out of the bath. Water cascades off his body, little droplets trail along the floor as he makes his way over to you.

“Come, let me help you out of these.”

Piece by piece, Michael removes the material that shields you away from his adoring eyes. His movements are slow and methodical, savoring each new area of bare skin. Skillful touches ghost over your skin, making you feverish as he continues.

Michael offers a hand, helping you over the clothes puddled around your feet, and guides you into the large bath. Once settled behind you, he draws you closer until your back is pressed firmly against his front. Tucking your head into his neck, you breathe a sigh of relief. His bare skin against yours is more confronting than any bath ever could be. The peaceful hush shared between you is broken when you inquire about the events of the day. He doesn’t offer any of the more negative aspects of the day, not wanting to bring down the mood. Instead, he focuses on you, questioning you about the intricacies of your schedule and interactions.

“There wasn’t much to do today. A few meetings, that’s all. I did have lunch with Ms. Mead.”

“And please tell, what were the most important women in my life discussing? Conspiring to take me down?” He jokes, squeezing your midsection. You giggle at his suggestion.

Conversations between you and Miriam were nothing new. There have been many late nights where Michael returns from work to find you and his adoptive mother talking. Through those conversations, you and she have formed a strong bond. Michael was more than overjoyed when he noticed the relationship building between the two of you. And you are very glad to have Miriam supporting you and your relationship with Michael.

“She was interrogating me again on when she’ll have grandchildren.”

“Ahh. That again.” His response is simple, making your tense. Your swirling thoughts are settled when his fingers lace with yours beneath the water. With a gentle squeeze, he unknowingly quells your mind.

“Perhaps we should give her some.”

“Some? How many were you thinking?”

Maneuvering in his arms to face him properly, you try to reposition yourself in his lap. Much of the water becomes displaced in your attempts, sloshing over the edge of the basin.

“Three.” Michael’s fingers drum lazily against your back. It’s as if he’s thought long and hard in advance of this conversation.

“Three? Really?” Your brows raise in surprise. His boldness throws off your half-baked theory that he did not want children.

“Hmm. Four? Since you seem so dissatisfied.”

“Four! Wait, I never said three wasn't perfect.”

“So it’s decided. Should we get started?”

His hand dips lower into the water, cupping the roundness of your ass and tugging you closer. Your hands find his broad shoulders, steadying yourself against his sudden movements. His member throbs in between you both, standing erect and ready for attention.

“I guess some practice wouldn’t hurt.”

“Practice? No, my dove. We don’t need any of that. Are you ready?”

Not wanting to divulge that his fantasy is already a reality just yet, you smile and hum in agreement. His mouth connects with your collarbone, sucking and nipping at the skin. Seeking out any sort of friction, your hips grind against his own. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest as he listens to your mewls and moans. Large hands travel the expanse of you back to tangle in your hair. His lips warm press against yours, sealing away the noises you make.

Parting, you stare at his face. True power and a devilish mind disguised nicely by such delicate features. Half-lidded eyes stare back, smoldering with lust.

“I want you.” You whisper against his ear, your breath tickling his skin. He can’t help but shudder at the boldness of your words, “I want to carry your baby. Your heir. Won’t you fill me, please?”

As quickly as the words leave your lips, Michael has you positioned over his cock. The begging spurs him into action. Your core stretches to accommodate him as you sink lower. The walls of your pussy clench desperately around him, having missed the feeling of being attached so intimately. A rough grip guides your hips, forcing you to move quicker. Pacing is under his control and he has no motive to slow you down anytime soon. He has one goal and that’s to fill you completely. The liquid, surrounding you both, follows the rhythm, rising and falling with haste. Your fingers clutch to the edge of the basin, searching for stability as Michael thrusts up to meet your bounces.

“You are going to look so beautiful all round with my child. Everyone will know who you belong to. That you were made just for me. You want that, don’t you?”  

“Yes. All yours. Every part of me belongs to you.”

“I know.” His tone is arrogant, full of confidence and pride. Teeth bite into the flesh of your neck and you whither, keening needily as you chase your orgasm. The rhythm soon becomes offset, messy, and mistimed. He’s close and you know it. Ever the eager and doting husband, Michael wants you to cum before him. His thumb finds your clit easily. Circling the small bud over and over, he mutters words of praise, informing you of how you’ll be the best mother for your future children. You come undone. As the coil that had been tightening in your core finally snaps, your head falls back and your mouth opens with a silent scream. Michael latches onto one of your pert nipples that have been offered to him as your back arches.

He growls as your nails dig harshly into his forearms. The pain mixes so well with the pleasure your pussy is providing him. Now that he’s thoroughly fucked you senseless, he can be selfish, seeking out his own end. He doesn’t have to look far. It crashes down upon him like a heavy wave, suffocating him with ecstasy. Somewhere in the bliss-filled haze, he hears you calling out to him, urging him on.

“I want it. Give me it all.”

Your core clenches around his cock, milking him dry. Thick spurts of white paint your inner walls, filling you to the brim. Michael thrusts lessen in intensity until he stills completely. Never does he leave you though. He wants to ensure every ounce he’s given you stays inside. No drop should be wasted.

Foreheads touching, you bask in the afterglow of your shared orgasms. Now at half capacity, the tub chills your heated skin. The water that is left has lost most of its warmth and so you seek out the embrace of your husband to stave off the cold.

“Do you think it took?” His question is directed towards you but his gaze is not. Instead, his eyes follow the movements of his hand as it smoothes over your stomach with a gentle touch.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

Michael gazes at you quizzically, mulling over the possible meaning behind your words. Trying to play coy and keep your grin hidden, you gnaw at your bottom lip. Your palm sweeps over the back of his hand, helping him to feel the accentuated roundness of your abdomen. The seconds tick by rather slowly as his brain works through your silent declaration.

“Are you���?” His eyes search yours, looking for confirmation of his hope, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I just wasn't sure how to tell you.”

“I guess we didn’t need to practice after all.”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to continue practicing for baby number two.”

A/N: Wow. Yes, your girl still writes for Michael Langdon & AHS. This has been in my editing bin since last year. I thought I’d finally share it.

[angelicmichael]

Imminient Annihilation sounds so dope - Chapter Ten

Michael Langdon X Reader

Summary: Reader and Michael continue to work through their issues and finally start to warm up to each other even further. 

Words: 5.9k+ …oops

Warnings: just normal IA warnings (swear words, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, enemies to lovers, slowburn, etc) anddd maybeee a bit of fluff 👁

A/N: hey guys! Sorry I haven’t updated this in a few months but hopefully this is satisfactory hehe. This chapter is kinda a turning point in the fic so I hope u guys like it!! Also I watched Jennifer’s Body as I finished this so.. do what u must w that information 😌 djdjd

Previous Chapter

Rain was never something you were accustomed too. Spending so much time in Los Angeles had made you partially spoiled when it came to the weather - which is why you knew immediately your day was going to be shit when you woke up to rain.

You tried to convince yourself that the emotions you were feeling weren’t complete disdain but rather just a pessimistic version of indifference.. or that’s what you hoped anyway.

You knew realistically that your day wasn’t already doomed before it even started; and that the rain was nothing more than a mere inconvenience.. However; you still felt justified in complaining, considering today was the day you were ripping the band-aide off and moving in to the apartment Michael had oh so graciously chosen to give you.

Your pessimistic mood surrounding the entire situation was inevitable, and that was something you didn’t even bother to resist or fight. It didn’t take long for your thoughts to quickly go south as you quickly packed. Hatred that seemingly came out of nowhere (but that you realistically knew was only temporarily dormant) wasted no time in blinding your judgement - making you feel a nearly nauseating amount of jealousy and anger for people who actually seemed to be fucking happy in their relationships and werent forced into.. whatever shitty living situation you knew you were bound to find yourself in.

An apartment with no strings attached was way too fucking simple, and you knew it was too good to be true. You knew you were basically walking into a trap, and for what reason were you doing that so willingly? Just so that maybe Michael could start to tolerate you? You resented yourself for even agreeing to this but you also understood you really had no other option.

However; personal feelings aside.. you still had a mission to accomplish. You still had to attempt to seduce Michael, and even though you were doing a shit job at that so far - you still had to try. You knew realistically it was only a matter of time before Cordelia would ask about the progress you've made, and you would have to tell her something.

You had to do this.

That's why you were (semi) blindly choosing to move in to a building you knew you absoluetly couldnt afford; and why you were sucking up your pride and choosing to become semi reliant on Michael.

No one from the coven knew, and for the time being you intended to keep it that way. After all, even though Mallory didnt exactly know that Michael gave you a whole ass fucking apartment - your sure she probably suspected that something important happened between you and Michael just from the short conversation you three harbored together. But for the time being, you didnt have to worry about that. You had bigger things that were on your mind.. like the actual apartment door itself that you currently stood in front of.

You held the keys limply in your hand, your bag slumped next to you as you procrastinated something as fucking simple as opening a door. How pathetic.

You continued to stall in the hallway regardless - thankful there was no one passing through to witness how ridiculous you looked. Your gaze fell south down to your keys which were cold in your hand. Dripping slowly with the subtle rainwater that managed to linger on them, along with the rest of your clothes.

Your skin stung from the cold that seemed stubborn to leave, and a nice change of clothes and a hot shower wouldnt be the absolute worst thing in the world..

Fuck.

You bit your lip in order to prevent letting the profanity from rolling off your tongue. Quickly getting a better grip on the keys (which only made you somehow colder) and numbly, hastily unlocking the door.

You pushed it open, letting the door hit the wall and taking a few steps inside before dropping your bag to the floor.. as well as your jaw.

No words could possibly convey how you felt as you noticed how the room was already illuminated with not only natural light from the already huge windows you could see.. but also with a warm, yellow artificial glow.

Was someone already here?

What the fuck?

The hatred and resentment you previously felt toward others earlier rapidly started to return - except this time it was targeted at one very specific person.

It didnt even register in your mind that the light could've been left on by accident or that people besides Michael actually existed that could be present in the room but.. you didnt care. Anger was the only emotion that was solely present in your body as you fully abandoned your bag by the door. Advancing forward; and only feeling more shock and disbelief with every step you took at the thought that he could very possibly be in (what was supposed to be) your space.

"Michael, I swear to God-"

"Y/n?” said a soft, feminine voice.

It was practically automatic how you froze. Just getting close enough to notice that it wasn’t Michael after all that was on your bed in your new studio apartment, but a woman sat on your bed instead.

For about two seconds, you were scared it was Madison but.. that was a stupid assumption within itself. The company you were with was from a far different nature than of which Madison was, even though at first glance the two woman might look or sound similar. There were so many qualities that distinguished Mallory from Madison. Brown, auburn hair.. dark eyeshadow.. and her classic black boots. It didn’t take long for your anger to fade away as you tried to not think about how logically this still didn’t make sense - walking closer to your bed anyway.

"How did you get in here? And since when did you ever break into peoples rooms?" You asked with a laugh.

Mallory echoed your laugh back, seemingly watching you and your behavior. As if she was expecting you to do something or to act a certain way.. like perhaps leave.

"I didnt break into your apartment but.. you should probably sit down." She spoke, before nodding off to her side. Nonverbally suggesting you to sit next to her.

You did as you were told. Noticing briefly before you sat down how nice the apartment actually was.. including the bed.

The walls, and most of everything in the apartment was a solid black. It looked sleek, and even though black paint made most rooms look small - the natural light helped keep things looking open which you appreciated. It was no surprise that the bed matched the dark theme too. The sheets were silky, black satin. You almost laughed at how comfortable the bed was once you sat next to Mallory, the entire situation was so ridiculous it nearly hurt for you to not laugh out loud. The two of you sat in the silence for a moment.. you were each incredibly anxious, that was more than apparent.

You looked up at Mallory, expecting her to speak first and explain herself since after all.. shes the one who broke into your apartment but she still remained quiet.. Stalling, you could only guess.

"So, why are you here? How did you even get in here? Is everything okay?" You asked, your words speedy and rushed.

Panic started to temporarily set in when you realized that something could be serisouly wrong with the coven, even though you knew how completly irrational it was to think that way with no evidence. What if witch hunters found them? What if someone preformed the seven wonders and it went wrong? What if the plan had suddenly changed with Michael?

Mallory seemed to pick on how anxious you suddenly were, putting a hand on your upper arm before making you meet her gaze. Her soft, hazel brown eyes immeadietly making your breathe slow. That was another reason you were so thankful for Mallory - the soothing, calming effect she seemed to have on everyone she met was something you never took for granted.. Espically now.

"Hey, nothing's wrong and nothing happened. I promise. I just wanted to see you and talk to you, and I figured we should catch up after Michael basically made me leave," Mallory explained.

You quickly nodded. Feeling guilt start to creep into your system once you remembered how Michael previously treated her.

"Yeah, youre right. I've been wanting to see you anyway and I'm sorry I didnt just call you last night or something.. and I know I cant control him but I'm still sorry for how Michael treated you. I shouldn't have brought you into that-"

"(Y/n), stop," Mallory said urgently. Shaking her head slightly in disagreement with your words. "Sure, Michael was acting like a dick but.. it's nothing I'm not exactly accustomed too. It was harmless," she ended her words with a smile. One that was meant to comfort you both at the epiphany her words brought.

You sat with her words for a moment. The realization suddenly hitting you like a truck-

"Wait.. what? Do you know Michael?"

Mallory fell completely silent. Looking at you almost in a.. guilty manner. Her gaze fell downwards before she looked up to meet yours once more, licking her lips anxiously before she uttered out a quiet reply.

"I wasnt going to tell you because I knew it would make you upset but.. Michael called me last night-"

"And you answered?" Your voice raised up a few octaves unwillingly. Threatening to break as you tried to process what you were hearing.

As much as you wanted to immeadietly jump to conclusions, you had to remind yourself that this was Mallory you were talking too. Your best friend, Mallory. You knew she would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

You noticed Mallory was also starting to get tense. Her spine suddenly a bit too straight and her shoulders were rigid. It was nice to know you werent the only person in this situation who was feeling this way, although you would be lying if you were to say that you werent curious for why Mallory felt tense.

"At first, no but he kept calling so I figured it would cause no harm to see what he wanted so, I answered," Mallory said cautiously.

It was obvious she had more to say and as much as you wanted her to keep talking and fully explain herself - you were more than happy that you didnt have to cut her off again. It was too much. This was too much.

You pinched the bridge of your nose before loudly exhaling with a shallow growl. Not really caring that it probably was coming off like you were mad at Mallory when in reality, that wasn’t the case. Mallory wasn’t the problem; you were really just beyond fucking pissed at Michael.

But at this point.. that wasnt new news.

"I told him that we shouldnt be talking, but he insisted," Mallory continued with a shrug.

You tried to sit up straight again; trying to exhale some of the pure fucking anger that was currently coursing through your system. Your vision was spotted black when you opened your eyes - your gaze pointed upwards at the smooth, blank ceiling. Quickly wishing that you were anywhere else, or really anyone else at the moment.

What you wouldnt kill to swap bodies again.. but then again, who knows what the hell Michael was currently doing at the moment.. He couldnt be trusted.

That was more than obvious now.

You should've known that he would contact Mallory, but how he even got her number was beyond you.. Unless-

"How did he even get your number?" You asked. Your tone strikingly calm.

Mallory looked incredibly spooked when your head suddenly snapped over to look at her. As if she was worried you were angry at her still, and as much as you wanted to reassure her otherwise, you really didnt have the energy to do so anymore. Not at the moment anyway.

"You can't be mad when I tell you the answer, okay?" She said softly.

Your features immeadietly softened at her words. The rest of your body relaxed as well; your shoulders dropping and your jaw unclenching.

"Mallory, I could never be mad at you. You could never piss me off, i'm just.. frustrated at Michael. It's not at you, I swear," you said. Trying your best to make your words sound reassuring and genuine.

Mallorys reaction wasnt one that was verbal but immeadite nonetheless. Her arms suddenly shot out and wrapped themselves around you. Her body temporarily pressing into yours as your hands went to her back, before she quickly broke the hug.

"Promise?" Mallory prompted. Brown eyes looking diligently into yours.

"Yeah.. I promise. Just tell me what that idiot did,” you said halfheartedly.

"So.. I've had his number for a while. Not for too long but just since you two switched. But, we never really talked," Her voice stalled as she watched your reaction. Your mouth grew dry as you really tried to let it sink in that they've known eachother since- well for atleast a week. "But I knew immeadietly that it wasnt you.. that day. I'm sorry I lied, but Michael made me promise."

"Why didnt you just tell me?"

Mallory looked at you in a guilty manner. Her lips pursing shut as she looked solemnly at her shoes, avoiding eye contact. You knew exactly why she was being quiet - she didnt want to admit why she had lied but.. the answer was pretty obvious.

Even though Mallory was one of the strongest witches - almost stronger than Cordelia on some days, she still was scared of Michael and that was nothing worth holding a grudge over. After all he was still the antichrist, no matter how (mostly) harmless and idiotic he seemed to you now.

"Okay.. I guess that doesnt really matter," you admitted with a laugh. Figeting with your hands as you heard a shallow laugh omit also from Mallory, which made you smile. The shallow pit that resided in your stomach finally starting to let up. "But.. What did he call you about last night?"

Mallory hesitated again before giving you another subtle smile.

"It was mostly about you.. I know how you feel about him y/n, but its working. I promise you. Hes finally warming up to you. I just wish you could hear how he talks about you,” she spoke. Taking your hands into her soft, warm ones.

"I wish I believed that," You admitted.

"I wouldnt lie to you. Hes finally starting to warm up to you, plus it was obvious yesterday-"

"Yeah; It was obvious how strong he was coming onto you."

Mallory laughed again at your words. Shaking her head slightly in protest.

“Y/n you know that’s not true. The only reason why he was flirting with me was just to get to you.. I thought that was obvious.”

“It was obvious I just.. didn’t know that you knew that. I mean, Michael has Madison.. or he did so you think that would at least satisfy his flirting needs for a bit but.. Michael faking to be interested in you, that would mean he wanted a reaction out of me on purpose? Why would he-“

“You know why. You need to start cutting yourself slack and realize that maybee this rivalry is starting to be one sided.”

You pouted at her words at the realization that they actually held more truth in them than you were willing to admit. If Michael didn’t hate you anymore, if he was truly actually willing to be civil.. then why were you still so upset? Were you the one who was unintentionally causing problems now? Was it now you instead of Michael that was holding the relationship back?

How fucking stupid.

“I can’t trust him, Mallory. How can I when he and Madison literally tried to kill me. I can never forget that they did that to me.”

“I’m not asking you to forget what he did, y/n. I’m just saying that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to start having an open mind around him, and see where it gets you.”

You were struck silent, knowing that Mallory was completely right. If you wanted to have any hope at all of making things right with Michael (even though you really didn’t do anything wrong..) you would have to try a different approach because obviously; what you were doing now wasn’t working. Being snarky, and vaguely threatening him every chance you got was fun of course but- it wasn’t working. Even though Mallory was probably the sweetest person you knew, the fact your own best friend had to (very politely) make a intervention was.. not a good sign. Although, you knew Mallory was doing this for your best interest because if she didn’t say anything, then Cordelia certainly would.

And sadly, Mallory was actually right.

If you wanted things with Michael to advance any further; or to advance at all you needed to step things up but, you could always worry about that after Mallory left.

“So what, are you guys besties now or something?” You sneered.

“Shut up!” Mallory said with a laugh, playfully pushing you over a bit. “He’s barely even my acquaintance. The only reason he’s being nice to me is just to get to you, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I mean that’s the goal-“

“Do you think that’s the only reason?” You interrupted.

Your throat automatically tightened after you spoke, the threat of your words potentially being true coaxing you to silence. Your not sure why the thought of Michael using you made you upset.. it’s not as if you didn’t think he was doing it before but this time it was different. Perhaps it was because you finally thought Michael actually had some type of interest in you.. and to have that suddenly ripped away?

That would leave you beyond broken.. you knew that for certain.

Mallory looked at you solemnly, as if she was already resenting her words before she had to say them outloud.

“Look, I don’t exactly know Michaels intentions and I’m not going to pretend too.. I don’t really think anyone does at this point but I do know that regardless of your feelings, or even his feelings that.. you have to try.”

You let out a loud exhale.

“I mean you said it yourself.. Michaels so unpredictable, there’s no point in guessing how he feels so.. maybe I should just.. ask him?”

Realistically you didn’t know how good of a idea that was- but.. trying to remain realistic was something you gave up on days ago. Pretty much the same day you switched and that definitely wasn’t a coincidence by any means.

As soon as Mallorys mouth opened, you heard three loud knocks. Quick and rapid with no hesitation between them. The apartment nearly shook with the force of whoever happened to be at your door, and you certainly didn’t doubt that your neighbors heard the knocking as well.

Mallory looked at you in utter confusion, but stayed on the bed nonetheless with no sign of getting up. Naturally, you found yourself scooting closer to the end of the bed, knowing it was you who was going to have to get the door.. and that made you scared shitless. Not because you were necessarily scared to open the door but because you had a horribly bad feeling on who was on the other side.. There was only one person that you knew of that was aware of where you lived, and you knew it wasn’t matience or staff.

You knew standing up was the logical thing to do but you still stalled. Hands starting to painfully dig into the soft, expensive sheets that lie underneath you. You mouthed a silent, ‘what the fuck?’ to Mallory but your head snapped back at the door..

Three more knocks which were only louder and more persistent than the last.

“Coming!” You quickly called out.

It was pure anxiety that fueled your next actions. You quickly stood up from the bed, trying to walk hurriedly to the door as fast as you could and trying your damn best not to think.. Hoping Mallory also had a idea of who was at the door and also happened to get the fuck out of view.

You didn’t want a repeat of yesterday happening again today, and you knew you wouldn’t hesitate to slap Michael if he tried to flirt with her again. Even though, you knew you weren’t supposed to act like that anymore.. but why should you have manners if Michael refused them as well?

Opening the door swiftly and without a second thought; you stood breathless as you saw a familiar blonde standing in front of you.

You both stared at each other at first - each not daring to have the balls to say ‘hello’ or anything else for that matter.. You noticed how Michael first eyed you up, fully looking up and down your body (as well as peering behind you, hopefully not making eye contact with Mallory). You made a point to just look into Michaels eyes, refusing to do what he was doing.. whatever the fuck that truly was.

“How did you know I would be here?” You breathed.

“I knew it was just a matter of time before you’d come, but it also never hurt to charm the hotel staff a bit,” Michael responded swiftly without a second beat, almost as if he anticipated your words. His lips upturned slightly at the edges, in a way that nearly made your stomach sick.

“The hotel staff-?!”

“I have connections everywhere y/n, I thought you knew that,” he sneered.

He brushed past you as you continued to stand in shock. Your mouth slightly falling open as Michael took a few steps into your apartment - looking curiously around, almost as if he knew Mallory was here..

“I did.. I think that’s obvious,” you shot back hurriedly. “But thank you for the apartment again, Michael. I still feel weird taking it but it is nice I’ll admit,” you continued. Hoping to make him turn around to look back at you and hopefully not find Mallory.. Which worked. At least for a few seconds at least.

Michael made direct eye contact with you for a moment, almost as if he wanted to speak but was deliberately choosing not too. Instead he turned around, walking in deeper in the apartment.

Your mouth immediately dropped open - your feet carried yourself forward as you started to feel a bit numb with shock- not knowing even in the slightest how you were going to handle the situation if Mallory didn’t fucking move.

Sure enough..

“You always manage to linger.. don’t you?” Michael spoke.

It took only a couple steps for you to fully realize he wasn’t speaking to you. You only saw his backside as you approached them. Quickly meeting Mallorys gaze as you came into view.. Her brown eyes darker than ever as she peered up at you.

This time it is nearly impossible to distinguish whether she looked in agony from Michaels appearance or yours; since you apparently interrupted them. Her gaze quickly returned back to meet Michaels before you could think anything of it.

“I’m not here to see you, Michael.” Mallory announced. Her tone harsher than what you were expecting what apparent friends would use.. Were they even really friends?

Mallory suddenly stood up while Michael was still standing a few feet in front of her. Making eye contact with Michael for a split second before almost ducking around him before she stood in front of you.. leaving Michael speechless behind her. She quickly hugged you, her arms only embracing you for a split second before leaving. It was obvious she was in a hurry to leave now but.. you weren’t sure exactly why.

“I should get going, you and Michael have a lot to talk about,” she subtly smiled before turning to leave.. not letting you reply or have any sort of reaction to her words.

You stood solemnly as you heard Mallory’s footsteps gradually go farther away, before hearing the door open and close. You watched Michaels back as he refused to turn around.

“How was your nice chat with Mallory?”

“Why are you asking? Am I not allowed to see her or something?” You bit back. Your words possibly twice as venomous as his were.

Michael hastily turned around, looking at you with utter disbelief. His blue eyes looking into yours, as if he was suddenly surprised by your tone and how you were acting - as if his behavior didn’t proceeded yours.

“You need to relax,” he snapped. He approached you until he was right in front of you. “I wasn’t asking because I’m trying to control you, I know that’s what your thinking,” His words fell soft until they were nearly inaudible. “I just wanted to ask what she talked to you about.”

“About us?” You prompted.

“Well what else would she be talking to you about,” he snickered. His words spoken as more of a statement than a question. His laughter quickly dwindled off after he saw how rigid your frame suddenly looked. “Kidding. For the most part.. she said she was going to talk to you, and I figured I should actually speak to you this time rather than her.”

“Are you.. actually trying to trust me, Michael Langdon?” You teased. A smile, as well as laughter escaped from your lips at the mere thought.

Even though the thought was amusing on its own, you still didn’t completely trust him. Even now when he had Mallorys trust (for the most part), you still didn’t doubt that he had a ulterior motive.

Michael finally stepped back, hesitantly breaking eye contact before inaudibly beckoning you to follow him.

“I’m trying, just like how I told you I would,” He hauntingly reminded you.

You followed him silently to the long leather couch that sat by the overly expansive windows. Sitting down next to him in a way that felt almost too casual.. but being casual around Michael and not borderline fearing for your life was something you would have to adjust too.

You noticed how he instantly slipped his shoes off; drawing up his feet on the couch.. his arms and as well the rest of him contained. Away from you.

“So if your trying.. now,” you suggested uncertainly. “Then.. tell me why you came here to talk suddenly again? I mean why not just go through Mallory again like you’ve doing previously?”

“(Y/n), please. Take me seriously and just trust me for once,” His words came out quick and stern as he spoke them. “I was being serious yesterday, as well as all the other times when I told you I wanted to start.. putting effort in and trying.”

You stared at Michael utterly dumbfounded.. Feeling a bit hopeless that you actually felt almost.. touched by his words. That’s if he was actually being serious, anyway.

“What does trying mean to you?” You asked carefully. Your mind naturally went back to Madison.. were they even broken up yet? Was that even something that Michael was willing to do for you, and how was that something you could just ask? “What about-“

“Madison’s fine. She’s fine.. with everything,” he replied hesitantly.

You simply ignored the fact that he seemed to pick up what you were talking about almost immeadietly.. focusing on rather the latter part of the sentence.. that she was okay with everything?

“So she knows? That you’re here?”

“Yeah. She knows but that’s besides the point. Madison isn’t a part of the equation anymore, I don’t want to talk about her,” He spoke as if his words were final and not to be argued with, but his tone wasn’t angry. He was just done.. and you were too.

You wish that wasn’t the case though. Cutting Madison off didn’t sit right with you in the slightest, and it would definitely have to be something that would have to be mended later. That was a given.

Madison and Michaels relationship was far too close for them to suddenly split and remain like that forever - it was temporary, but so is everything really. That shouldn’t phase you but - it still managed too.

“Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ you started.

“It’s fine. I knew you would ask.. She’s the reason why I’m here actually,” His eyes broke contact and averted down to his hands. “I don’t mean that as in I’m not here to see you but, it was something she said that brought me here.” He continued, his voice almost growing soft now at just the mention of his ex girlfriend.. and now, you felt like you actually were starting to understand his point of view. Not fully but, it was clear that Michael was trying to be more open with you, and this time he wasn’t ‘fake’ drunk.

It took nearly everything in you to not immeadietly retort but just like the night where you were at the party; you tried to fully hear him out since this was apparently one of the few times he was being civil.

“So Madison gave you advice and you actually took it?” You said while laughing softly. Trying to lighten the mood since Michael seemed to be brooding.

Michael didn’t laugh back but instead his gaze flickered up to meet yours for a moment. The corners of his mouth upturning in a shallow smile that only lasted for a few seconds.

“I did because it made sense.” He said, his tone still remaining serious. You noticed how careful he was being with his words.. something that was typical for Michael to do but this time it seemed a bit too deliberate. You wanted to ask what exactly Madison even told him to do but.. that felt wrong. “It was also the right thing to do.. Being close to you is something I should’ve done a while ago, probably immeadietly-“

“But what’s in the past; stays in the past. And since your so adamant about being close to me.. we can always try now,” you cut in.

Michael continued to sit a good distance away from you; you thought it was ironic how he could talk about wanting to get close with you but wouldn’t dare to move any closer. That thought made your pride a little bit too happy.

Right before he could open his mouth to say something; his phone rang. The sound suddenly earsplitting and blaring but Michael didn’t bother to flinch. Instead he stood up and answered his phone.. making sure to nearly trek across the apartment before he said anything into the phone.

You stretched and casually examined him as he talked, you had a feeling who it was on the line..

After how tense things were with Mallory - you knew they probably weren’t going to be on friendly terms anytime soon.. especially in front of you. And judging by how.. oddly relaxed he seemed (yet timid when he caught your gaze and realized you were staring), it had to be one person.

You were about to sink back into the couch and try your best to not speculate what they were talking about, but before you could fully turn - you realized Michael was sauntering towards you.. clearly still on the phone.

Oh fuck.

Before you could ask what was wrong, the look he gave you alone ushered you to silence.

He quickly held the phone away from his ear. A quick glance at the screen confirmed that the call was still active.

“You said you forgive Madison.. right?” He spoke lowly. His words barely audible, more so mouthing the words than actually speaking them.

You looked at him with a expression you’re sure looked as if you were furious but you were really just completely confused. You wanted to ask but.. there was no time if she was on the phone, but knowing what you were about to get yourself into would also be nice to know.

His eyes had since lost the sharpness that had nearly cut you earlier, instead swarming with urgency and a bit of panic.. It had to be Madison. The only person that could ever have that effect on Michael was Madison.

You simply nodded in response. Not trusting yourself to speak quietly outloud but you also didn’t exactly trust your response because it wasn’t exactly truthful, but Michael seemed to be level headed.. for now.

Michael immeadietly turned and held the phone back up to his ear, this time staying in closer proximity and within ear shot. Putting on his shoes as he continued to hold the conversation he was having.

“Okay

...

So when are you coming?

...

Great, see you then. . . Bye.”

If you didn’t just hear the words that you thought you had heard.. you knew under normal circumstances your heart would’ve ached when you realized how Michael hesitated before he said goodbye, most likely catching himself before he said ‘I love you’. Instead though, you felt a gruesome wave of nausea suddenly rise through you.. urging you to shakily stand up and speak without thinking.

“She’s coming to see you?”

Michael barely gave you a second glance as he turned around and started to head for the front door of the apartment.

“Yes. You’ll be seeing her too, don’t worry.” He spoke before he quickly let the door shut behind him.

You continued to stand, utterly speechless.

Part of you wanted to run after him and the other part merely wanted to scream in anger that he had already made fucking plans but instead you felt numb. Numb and calm.

You returned to your bag and unpacked, trying your best to not let your emotions consume you like they previously had too many times.. until you finally broke down and called Mallory.

Taglist: @michaellangdonstanaccount @langdonsexual @jimmason @blakescoven @dark-mei-rose @9layerdevilfoodcake @prophecy-is-inevitable @matildaofoz @beautyiswithinchaos @frenchlangdon @king-with-no-crovvn @melodylangdon @littledemondani @langdons-pinkyring @celestialrequiem @sojournmichael @mindlesschicca

Let me know if u would like to be added or removed to the taglist!!

[holyvictim]

wip ask game !

ty lauren for tagging me, even tho these are more “work” and less “in progress” lol @inklore

rules. — list all your wip titles; meaning even the ones that are vague or nonsensical. tag as many people as there are wips

a lot of these are working titles/ideas, but im including pretty much everything sitting in the drafts waiting to be touched.

bucky barnes

bondage song , (spy!reader x spy!bucky)

kiss & swallow , (madripoor!bucky x f!reader x m!oc)

tonight i feel like kafka , (ta!reader x prof!bucky)

she’s my collar , (villain!reader x bucky)

together we’re screwed , (reader x best friend!bucky)

a love that burns , (wilson sibling!reader x bucky)

druig

even gods cry , (eternal!reader x dark!druig)

ghost town , (researcher!reader x druig)

michael langdon

the undone & the divine , (1800!reader x shifter!michael)

under the skin , (reader x incubus!michael)

which witch , (next supreme!reader x michael)

other characters

baby honey , (reader x sugar daddy!duncan shepherd)

kitchen knife , (babysitter!reader x harry gardner)

daddy issues , (super!reader x zemo)

six little seeds , (betrothed!reader x king!loki)

flirting with kerosene , (agent!reader x rick flag)

the hand that feeds , (sugarbaby!reader x the countess)

love like blood , (f!reader x asa emory/the collector)

friend of misery(?) , (assistant!reader x kylo ren)

i only have three followers and two of them are the same person so, yeah, lol. tagging whoever wants to do it!

[amaranthine-enihtnarama]

Writing Update

Hey! Happy Holidays everybody! So the first thing I wanted to address was that I was perusing the Michael Langdon x Reader tag and I saw this:

I AM LITERALLY BALD RIGHT NOW. MY EDGES, MY WIG, AND REAL HAIR HAVE BEEN SNATCHED.

I was so excited to see that I was one of the top Michael Langdon x Reader blogs on my search! It makes me glad to have so many readers who have been following Collar and it makes me so grateful—honestly, I’m really glad to have a lil bit of a win like this lol college is kicking my ass.

On the subject of Collar, I’m currently working on Chapter Seven right now. I’m also approaching the end of my semester, so that’ll impact my progress along with what I’m trying to achieve in this chapter before the finale! I’ll have way more free time after the first few weeks of December, so stay tuned!

I’m also open to requests, just check out what I write for on my masterlist; they’ll probably get done during December.

Also I know I said that the Halloween theme was probably going to stick, but a spooky Christmas theme sounds iconic so I’m really on the fence here…(I’m probably gonna do it)

Anyways, specifically send in Garou requests because unclegarou is back and I am back on my season 2 garou bullshit so I am open for business! Fluff, angst, and mayyyyyybe smut. Nothing too intense—I’m down to write a romantic scene for that 🥴 (can you tell I’m down bad).

Have a lovely week :) Take care of yourselves!!

[the-hotel-cortez]

I’ve gotten a TON of requests in, so here is the current schedule looks like!!!

All fics listed below have been requested. Comment or send me an ask if you wish to be tagged in any of them!

• Kyle Spencer smut - DONE

• Tate Langdon x Reader breeding kink - Editing.

• Michael x Reader breeding kink - In progress.

• Moira O’Hara NSFW alphabet - In progress.

• Kai x Reader smut (I’ve gotten SO many Kai requests, but they all have similar numbers, so I’m going to split them up into two fics! *) - Not started

• James Patrick March x Reader smut - not started.

• Xavier Plympton NSFW alphabet - not started.

• Xavier Plympton x Reader smut - not started.

• Kai x Reader smut*- not started.

• Andy Dolan x Reader smut - not started.

• Dom Michael Langdon x Reader smut - not started.

• Jim Mason x Reader smut - not started.

• Duncan Shepard x Reader smut - not started.

[tooobsessedwithfandoms]

Magnetic (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Summary: Y/N is a witch, but she's powerful. Too powerful. She has a bloodlust nothing she has tried can fulfil. Not to mention the magnetic pull she feels towards something (or someone). Is it related to the piercing blue eyes she sees in her dreams?

A/N: So this is my first AHS imagine, so if it's bad please let me know! I know that technically Michael is five, but I'm going to pretend that that little fact doesn’t exist for this. I'm also really sorry if this is too graphic, if it is please let me know and i can change it. This is part one, so it's basically an introduction chapter to the series I'm probably going to make this into. And just to clarify ‘before the move’ means before moving near the murder house!

Warnings: Death, car collision, blood, mention of dead animals.

Words: 813

Master List

Y/N had known Michael for quite some time, her parents moving in opposite the infamous ‘murder house’ had initiated the first connection between the two. 

Before the move.

Y/N was an explorer, and fascinated with death, destruction and gore. She had been from a very young age when she saw a collision between two vehicles, she watched as a middle aged man flew through the window and landed on the solid concrete that was littered with tiny pieces of glass from the shattered windows. She watched him, as he was surrounded by those nearby in her small neighbourhood. She watched him bleed out. 

Y/N knew she could help, she had found out the year prior that she could bring things back to life. Of course she didn’t know how she had these magical abilities but as a five year old she didn't care, at that point she felt like an angel, giving life back to those who deserved it. Oh how wrong she was. 

When her parents found out, chaos had occurred. They had figured Y/N was bound to indicate that she had powers (thus making her a witch) at some point, but they had not expected resurgence and not at such a young age. This had immediately triggered many different thoughts in the minds of Y/Ns parents, primarily her mothers as she was a witch herself, but she hadn’t put her powers to use or even practiced them in years. They thought Y/N could use this resurgence for good and help people, especially because she could bring large animals back when only being a child. Imagine what she could do when she was older, resurrecting human life would be an easy task for her. And if she could master resurgence, who knows what else she could do. But as a year went past and they watched their daughter, their only child, their powerful little witch watch and stare as a man bled out from the prominent bones protruding from his body, they watched as she did nothing. Her small eyes wide in fascination and excitement, they didn’t expect this. They didn’t want this. But Y/N was only young, they could change her, make her a better person. Right?

So that's what they tried to do, they made sure she wouldn’t be within reach of any knives or objects that can do harm. They taught her positive subjects and ideals only, whilst Y/N's mother still taught her how to control her powers, they made sure to never let it get out of hand. It worked, and it had been working for years. Y/N now being a teenager in her prime and one of the most powerful witches to exist. They knew this due to the many calls they would receive from Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies about how Y/N would be better off at the Academy to help her progress with her powers, but Y/Ns parents couldn't send her. What if she went back to her fascination? What if she killed? They wouldn't be able to forgive themselves. So they didn’t send her, they tried to tell Y/N that it was because she didn’t need the Academy which wasn’t actually a lie. It just wasn’t the truth. But Y/N knew. She knew exactly why she wasn’t able to attend Robichaux’s like all other witches her age, and she understood.

Because she knew that she would kill every single soul in that building, she would rip them limb from limb because she couldn’t control it anymore. Her bloodlust became too much to handle, the neighbouring animals not becoming enough to quench it. See, what her oblivious parents didn’t know was that she would kill the animals her neighbours would purchase and let roam freely in the streets. She had at least eighteen animal corpses buried in her garden. How her parents didn’t know was beyond her, just the thought of it made her narrow eyes roll in annoyance. Y/N knew she was different, she was meant for more than an all girls academy that would only tell her what she already knew and teach her what she had already mastered. 

One thing she didn’t know however, is why she always felt a pull. A pull that was almost magnetic, guiding her towards something-or someone. She couldn’t explain why she saw the same blurry face in her dreams. The only feature she was able to fully appreciate was the pair of piercing blue eyes that would hungrily stare at her when she was submerged into a subconscious state. That confused her, but equally intrigued her. She needed to follow that pull...and see if it had any connection to her thirst for blood or the beautiful eyes that riddled her dreams. She just needed to work out how to get away.

And so a plan began to formulate in that twisted head of hers.

[matth1w]

Matth1w’s Masterlist

Updated 05.05.2021

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Organized by fandom, alphabetically by character, then alphabetically by title. NSFW and warnings are noted.

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon 

Tribulations - Catching the eye of the interviewer, you face trials of temptation and faith. (Darkish)

Detective Comics Extended Universe

Roman Sionis / Black Mask

Always You - After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman. (NSFWish)

Dancing for Daddy - Roman catches you letting loose and dancing on the table (NSFW)

Thief - (Smut Only, backstory coming soon) You steal from Roman Sionis. After a long game of cat and mouse, Roman finally catches you. (NSFW)

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Lupus Uxor Chapter 1: Reunion(s) - A look into the life as the wife to Remus John Lupin.

Lucius Malfoy

Crucio - From beloved to disowned daughter, you reunite with your father. (Daughter!Reader / Torture, Death)

John Wick

John Wick

Lips Stained Red - An ode to kissing John’s lips

Lucifer 

Lucifer Morningstar

Angele Dei - As annoying as you are, Lucifer doesn’t realize just how much he loves you until he loses you. (Sister!Reader / Death)

Cherub Part 1 / Part 2 - You share exciting news with your husband (Pregnancy)

Cramps - Lucifer comforts you during your period (NSFW)

Desires - Lucifer learns what he desires (NSFW)

Detective Morningstar - Unexpectedly pregnant, you lie and avoid Lucifer… until he finds out for himself (Unintended Pregnancy)

Enchantress Part 1 / Part 2 You enjoy your night dancing at Lux

True Love - Chloe runs away after seeing Lucifer’s true face. He goes to you for comforting but realizes he wants more than just your friendship.

Witness - You end your relationship with Lucifer. But things change once you witness a shooting. (Break Up)

Marvel

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Scout Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (Discontinued) - A scout sniper falls in love

Violet - Though invisible, you catch the eye of a soldier

Movement - You reflect on the different movement styles of your lover

Frank Castle / The Punisher

Prettiest Girl He’s Ever Seen - My dog ran you over in the park

Matthew Murdock / Daredevil

Advocatus - A pretentious legal aide annoys you and Matthew brings the snark

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Appearances Can Be Deceiving Part 1 / Part 2 (Discontinued) - A lesson is taught in judging a book by its cover (Kinda OC)

Billy Russo / Jigsaw

C'mon Frankie - You receive a special Christmas present

Doctor Stephen Strange

Afraid to Fall - Your soulmate’s name is tattooed where they first touch you. Only problem? You want nothing to do with them… if they even exist.

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Get This Right - He wants the night to be perfect… but it is anything but

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Guys My Age - You finally tell, well rather, show, Tony how you feel (NSFWish)

Glitch - You join forces with the enemy to fix the mess Thanos created (Villain!Reader / Death)

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier x Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman

New Friends - Bucky and Jess get to know each other

Steve Rogers / Captain America x Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Don’t Speak - Bucky realizes Steve’s happy ending doesn’t… or maybe never did… involve him

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Mira - The four times Poe tells you to ‘look’ and the two times you tell him. (Plus bonus AU moment) (NSFW)

Obi-Wan Kenobi

I Won’t Say Part 1 (In Progress) - You and Obi-Wan stand on the edge of something more than friendship. What will it take for you two to finally admit your feelings?

[my-insatiable-appetites]

Intrigued Part 2

Read part one here❤️

Outpost!MIchael x reader

My Masterlist!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You heard Langdon open the shutters, revealing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seems the two of you were equally as shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was she really letting him do this?

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

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

“No” Venable replied, clearly angry and humiliated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No” Langdon said.

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What?

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

[tiny-ruby-seeds]

Such Selfish Prayers Part 2

Pale Demon! Michael Langdon X Reader

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3 

TW- Pale Demon!Michael Langdon (Aka Demonic stuff with the Antichrist), Language, Blasphemy/Heresy, Established BDSM relationship, Dom!Michael, & Bratty Sub! Reader (You like to make him work for it), Roleplay (which may have some Dub Con overtones), Bondage, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Degradation kink, Whip play/Spanking, Knife & (slight) Blood Play, Fingering & rough sex.

AN- NGL this is the filthiest thing I think I’ve dared to publish since I was into Roleplay. Little heads up if you are wanting something a little more… Fluffier wait for Part 3 (*cough aftercare cough*).

Comments and reblogs are always welcome! Also… Little heads up if any of you say I need Jesus at this point sorry to tell you dears… I’m Pagan. You’re going to need to get a certain ancient deity to fix me at this point

Word Count- 8242

“I’m not here looking for an absolution Because I found myself an old solution…” -Florence and the Machine, Bedroom Hymns

My smile sank. I swallowed hard trying to hide how his words made me weak. He’s going to wreck me, I thought as I settled on a glare, my arms still suspended mid-air air by that strange force I couldn’t fight his words of breaking me echoing in my head.

I have to admit it was hard to fight back that bubbly feeling I didn’t dare show. The scene, I reminded myself. Do it for the scene.

I swear he heard my thoughts with the look that cross his face.

“Did you think you could just do something like that unpunished?” The Pale Demon tutted.

Ooh, so that is how we are going to play huh? I thought. Okay.. Let’s play.

“You… Punish me? You wish, fucker!” I snorted.

I could see a slight shadow on his face as that wicked grin grew a little wider.

Digging a hole here, I thought. Really digging a hole.  But there was something a bit thrilling about it and I couldn’t stop myself from doing it all the same. The demon clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“And now you think I will allow such filth to leave that pretty mouth of yours?” The Pale Demon spoke, his voice, low, with a dangerous edge like rolling thunder.

You asshole, I thought a bit out of character. He knew what that voice did to me. I could feel myself start to thrum. No, I’m not going to give in like this!

“Make me,” I challenged.

I could see a flash of anger, like a lit cole, in his too dark eyes before he chuckled darkly. I could hear the warning bells starting to go off.

 “So telling you to respect your lord won’t do? Very well…”

At this, my wrists were slammed together by an unseen force. I could only gasp and hiss at the pain. Just when I was about to call him a number of names… My hands were forced up, over my head.

“I have no trouble taking a different approach if it teaches you a bit of respect.”

A different approach? I thought. The question was on my tongue when one of those pale hands of his reached up before him. Slowly started to turn his wrist, as he did… There was a tug on the makeshift knot on the front of the towel I wore. I couldn’t help but gasp as the only bit of armor between me and him- the knot that held the flimsy towel up- seemly start to pull itself apart.

I tried to pull my arms up to save it but my arms wouldn’t budge. I look up to see a wicked smug grin on the demon’s face as those long fingers of his slowly started to curl, the knot starting to give. I tried to fight against the unseen bonds he had me under but it was no use.

In fact, he seemed encouraged by this as the knot slowly fell apart. My cheeks starting to burn despite everything as I could feel the towel itself get looser, it’s grasp getting flimsy. Until… Finally, it gave way. I could feel the fabric slid off my skin. I bit down a small cry as I watched helplessly, flutter to the floor.

I shivered despite the warm air of the room caressing bare skin, over my breasts and stomach, and across my hips. I was entirely naked before him, unprotected. At his mercy… He could do whatever he wanted with me and all I could do was feel.

I had to bite my bottom lip as I tried not to give away what the mere thought of it was doing to me. I couldn’t let him know how fucking thrilling this was. I needed something, a distraction, anything or he was going to crack this opening apart until whatever resistance I had gave way.

Luckily… It was the Pale Demon himself who gave it to me when I heard the sound of his breath hitch. I looked up through eyelashes to see coal dark eyes running over my skin, I could feel them lingering over my breasts and on my bare thighs. A smug sort of pride coursed through me as I could swear the mask dropped and a hungry look crossed the demon’s face, a trace of pink at his mouth as his tongue wet his lips. A terrible thought coming to me when I saw that small bit of pink, and it almost made me moan but I smiled despite myself.

“See something you like, My lord?” I asked liltingly.

I admit it, I was proud of how steady my voice was when I could swear even he probably could hear my heart pounding. But I had a feeling it would be brief as I could see a flash of annoyance replace that hungry look and I felt a slight bit of satisfaction at that. Then, faster than what was humanly possible…

His hand was at my throat!

His touch almost scorching on sensitive skin. Making it hard for me to look anywhere else but not enough to choke. At least not just yet.

“What makes you think you’ve earned the right to speak to me like that, little girl?” He sneered at me.

I couldn’t answer as he squeezed my throat, just enough to feel the pressure. Abruptly his hand left me, yet I could swear his skin had branded me as I could still feel it there as I gasped. Feeling like he had stolen all of the air from my lungs. I had just gotten my breath back when once more when suddenly my wrists were being pulled down once more, held before me expectantly by a force that was not my own. I couldn’t help but notice it was like some sort of offering.

What was he doing? I thought and was about to say something when I noticed those pale fingers were going to his throat, expertly untying the vivid scarlet scarf around his neck until it lay limp. Suddenly my throat felt so very very dry and I didn’t dare speak as he pulled the bit of red fabric off his shoulders.

I tried to jerk my hands away from the strange force that held them. Only to almost wince as I felt my wrists almost pop. Whatever it was the demon had done to me wasn’t going to let me go until he wanted.

I glared up at the Pale Demon, trying to ignore how silky soft the fabric was as he wound it around and between my wrists once, twice, several times. Trying to ignore that look of amusement he had watching me… It really shouldn’t make my heart flutter like it was.

“What? Nothing witty to say now?” He asked, silky voice far lower than it should be for me to not feel my body start to throb like it was.

Think of something else! Anything! I thought to myself. Not willing to let him win at this game so quickly.

“Only if that’s the worse you got then this is going to be a long night,” I said with a smile.

I knew that was a mistake the second it had left my mouth when he gave me that smile once more. Tying that final knot tighter before raising his hand once more. Not to reach out, not to touch but… For another reason. My brain catching onto what it was when it was already far too late.

Oh fu-! I was able to think when with a wave my body all but jerked itself to the floor on my knees and elbows, face down and ass up in the air. I tried to sit up but that unseen force had returned, this time like a wall at my back holding me down. I could only squirm against it.  

“This position certainly suits you,” The Pale Demon purred, I could hear that bastard’s smile in his voice, could feel his eyes on my bare ass.

I turned over my shoulder to glare at him. I was about to say something when I felt my words freezing on my tongue. He was undoing the silvery clasps on the cloak he wore, pushing it back to let it fall behind him before going to his leather jacket he wore over the rest of his dark clothing. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to, my eyes mesmerized by the dance of those long pale fingers before he strode over casually, purposely to the armoire I had been at a few moments ago.

It was then I felt a wave a panic.

Oh no…. Oh fuck no! I thought, just able to push myself up on my elbows, trying to fight against that spell he had me under but just like before… It was useless.

I started to move my wrists and fingers, trying to loosen the scarf or even undo the knot. I had to get away if I could. There was a bit more in that armoire then just the altar and candles after all, and if he was going to use any of it…

There was no way I was going to last long.

When the knot didn’t give, I racked my brain trying to think of something.  I could the rustling of fabric and leather, and the creaking of the door to the armoire a sound I swore I felt up my spine. I could hear him hum lowly as if he were considering some of the… Things in there.

You’re playing dirty, you ass! I was tempted to break the scene and shout, but I knew that would be the end. I didn’t want that in the least, even if he was cheating (the bastard). Instead, I looked around for the knife I had heard clattering to the floor earlier. But that train of thought was long gone when I heard something that whistled through the air before I heard him catch it in his hand with a slight soft clap.

Oh shit, I thought, my mind going to a screeching halt.

What did he just grab?

I had a feeling I really didn't want to look back and see it. Whatever it was wasn’t good I knew that much. But curiosity got the better of me. I swallowed hard, bracing myself for all sorts of things, I glanced over my shoulder.

“Fuck,” I couldn’t help but breathe.

The demon must not have heard me (hells, I hoped he didn't hear me) as he said nothing in return. I suppose that was a small favor as he was examining the black leather, black wrapped riding crop in his hand. Reminding me of a prince appraising his equipment as he slapped the tongue against the palm of his hand, the sound of leather clapping skin made a shiver run up my spine as I knew it far too well.

Shit, shit, shit! My brain screamed repeatedly, trying not to make a sound as my body was starting to thrum, forcing my legs together in hopes of staving back that sinful urge I could feel growing inside. I prayed selfishly to whatever god or devil that would listen that I would last through this as he seemed satisfied with the crop.

Turning to me a smirk crossing his mouth at the look on my face. I quickly turned to the red silky knot of a scarf around my wrists. I swore I could hear him laughing as he walked to where I was on the floor. The leather of the soles of this knee-high boots hitting the ground but it couldn't mask the sounds of my thundering heart in my ears. Stopping when he was at my side, towering over me. I didn't dare look up at him the image of him and that riding crop was already doing things to me that I was cursing my body for.

If I look up it’s over, I thought. And dammit, I want to play this game for just a little longer!

“Not so haughty now are we?” I could hear him note above me. “Now that we know our place.”

My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into my palms as I tried to hold back the wave of words that were bubbling in my throat. Not trusting myself to speak as I knew my voice would waver. I suspect he must have known it too…

Without warning, could feel the leather tress at the crop’s end tickling at my shoulder blades, caressing my skin like a lover’s touch. I had to stifle a gasp, trying to remember to breath as he used that same bit of leather to trace down my spine so gently. Biting my lip, fighting the urge to fall into the bliss of it.

I could swear I felt the ghost of his fingers with that small bit of leather. Fighting back the urge to lean into it, push into it as hell only knew what would happen when I did. You can’t give in now, I told myself as I felt my resistance shaking, remembering that challenge of his.

Play along.

“Shall I make my offer once more?” I heard him ask, his voice holding a dark promise that I couldn’t let myself crave just yet. “Or are you going to continue to be an insolent bitch to your lord?”

There was a warning laced in his tone that I could hear clearly. Good sense was crying at me to ask for his offer again.  Would you eat the fruit of the forbidden tree? The words echoed in my memory.  I shouldn’t rise up to his challenge. I really shouldn't say anything. I really shouldn't.  It would lead to all sorts of hell. But then again…

Who says I didn’t crave a little hell?

Play along, The text, the unspoken challenge, had read.

Let’s see what you got for this “insolent bitch”, sweetheart.

I looked up to him as I felt that small bit of leather trace the curve of my ass. Trying not to show my resolve cracking I smiled.

“What do you think... Little boy?” I said, liting those two last words to see those black eyes burn into me.

I opened my mouth to continue when...

Crack!

The sound shot up my spine like a lightning strike, anything I was going to say swallowed up in a gasp at the slight burn the leather tress left in its wake. A kiss of fire that made my body start craving something I didn’t dare think of here and now. I hadn’t even felt the leather of the crop leave my skin before he had slapped me on the ass. He had been so quick…

So…

Oh, I am in so much trouble.

“What was that?” The Pale Demon asked mockingly. “Sorry... I didn’t catch it. Speak up will you?’

I tried to find the words he had scattered but just as soon as I thought I had found them.

Crack!

This time I couldn’t help the small cry that left my lips.  The kiss of fire was like a lick now, I could feel my skin growing hot where the crop had struck it. I couldn’t help but lurch onto my arms, elbows under my breasts, wrists still bound, gasping as though I had come up for air from diving into the depths.

Breath, just breath. I told myself through the stinging.

In my haze, I could hear movement at my side and that too hot touch of his hand was under my chin. Forcing me to look up to his too pale face and black eyes.

“Well?” He questioned, an eyebrow raised.

For a moment I saw his image flicker and… Someone else with a very very similar face standing in his place.  Someone with skin kissed gold by the sun, eyes far too breathtakingly blue. Concern was written all over his handsome features with an unspoken question.

And with a flicker, I saw the face of the Pale Demon once more, face unreadable. His rough yet smooth thumb tracing my jaw. The action may have been small but it was enough to keep back the word I could taste on my tongue. I couldn’t help but smile, finding my resolve once more with that small gestured.

“Oh please my lord have mercy on me,” I said pretending to be the helpless girl for a moment before I snorted in his face. “ Is that what you are wanting to hear? Cause if that’s all it takes to get you off...”

The Pale Demon tutted but I could see the ghost of a smile in the corners of his mouth.

“So you don’t mind pain then? I’m almost impressed,” The demon noted.  

He let go of my chin before he stood tall once more

“Very well… Let’s see how much you can take before you crack...”

I quickly got back up on my elbows. Ready to brace myself. Remember, breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth, I reminded myself.

“I suggest you start counting, girl.” He said tracing the crop down my back once more. “Loudly. If you don’t well… I’m sure one of the other implements in that chest of drawers will give me what I want.”

Oh shit no, I thought with a wave of fear. The image of him standing above me, looking like that, controlling me so absolutely with that damn crop was one thing. And with how long it had been since…

I wouldn’t last. Not at all.

Crack!

“One,” I whimpered aloud feeling the smack of leather somewhere else on my ass, a sharp sting that I knew would become a more intense burn later.

Already I could feel my eyes water a little from the pain a reaction I couldn’t help if I tried.

“Good so you can do as your told. Louder,” I could hear him growl, I tried to clench my legs together a little tighter, trying to ignore how wet it was making me. “Or it will be much much worse for you.”

That was a promise I could feel it.

Crack!

“Two!” I cried out.

Crack!

“Three!”

Each crack of leather against my skin was stoking a fire I could feel burning hotter and hotter. A fire I couldn’t let him know was blazing, I tried to focus on the numbers, keep my voice steady. Not at how I could feel his eyes on my body, and how he looked so utterly terrifying and sexy as he looked down at me.  And how weak he made me when he would stop between counts of six if to just kneel down before me to gauge my reaction. And I couldn’t let him know about how the wetness I could feel between my legs was growing so much I half feared (half hoped) I would drip down my legs to the floor.  

It may have been a few minutes, it may have been longer than that. All I know was when I could feel my skin inflamed, my ass bright red, I did I hear him step away. In the corner of my burning eyes I watched him all but toss the crop back into the armoire, hearing the whistle as he discarded it.

What are you up to now? I was tempted to ask but had a gut feeling I should save my voice with whatever else he had planned.

Almost as though he had never stepped away he was at my side again, long fingers in my hair pulling it and me up.  I cried out at this new twinge of pain, breathing like I had run a mile as he forced me to look him in the eye,

“Now are you ready to seek absolution, little girl?” the Pale Demon asked.

The pull at my scalp combining with the sting on my ass had me hissing. I wanted to curse at him, to snap but I didn’t think my ass could take more of that riding crop. Not without making a fool of myself.

Instead, I gave him a smile just to piss him off.  Probably a mistake as the Pale Demon just smiled right on back.

“Still not submitting to your rightful lord, I see?” The Pale Demon said. “Very well…”

I could see him glance over to vivid colored scarf still tied around my wrist. With that simple look, I could see, feel, the knot all but untie itself as though he reached over and did so himself. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as it fell away but before I could do anything else I was being pulled back into him.

One of his arms wrapped around my waist as the hand in my hair drifted down and around to my throat in a way that left me no choice but to be held against him unless I wanted to be choked. Instinctively my unbound hands went to his wrists gripping them tightly. Nails clawing into his skin as I tried not to whimper as red skin hit the leather and velvet of his clothes.

I could hear a soft hum in my ear from him as though he were trying to calm and soothe me. I tried not to writhe as I realized my bare body was being held against his. Yet… I would be lying if I didn’t say the form of the Pale Demon behind me felt so deliciously solid. I didn’t realize how cold I had become until he was pressing himself against me like this, the warmth from him and his layers of clothes tempting me into leaning back farther into him which I fought back the best I could.

His scent was utterly intoxicating and I was having trouble not sinking into it like a spell.

Suddenly the arm around my waist moved that sensual touch of his grazing against my skin. It surprised me, almost making me jerk, but then those fingers were tracing patterns on my side, on my belly. The blissful feeling made me shudder. I tried to keep myself from making a sound not wanting to break and give him what I knew he wanted. But then... He nuzzled the left side of my neck, hot breath tickling my skin under the hand that was still holding my throat.

I had to close my eyes, biting my tongue, trying to keep from mewling like a kitten when I felt those soft lips kiss and suck on that place where my neck met my shoulder and up my throat with the reverence you wouldn’t think a demon could have possessed. Teeth grazing skin in a way that made it so very very hard to not succumb.

I could feel my knees buckle, starting to grow weak from trying to hold back how good he was making me feel. The stinging from the whip giving way to this sweet ache that was turning me on even more. I didn’t even notice his hand right starting to drift lower and lower. Until I felt it on my hip bone.

I gasped when I realized what trap I had fallen into. He knew… Shit! He knew of that building ache in my lower belly that was starting to make itself harder to ignore, didn’t he? Gods, did he know that I was starting to crave that strange touch between my legs or was that...

… Just what he wanted?

Oh hell.

I grabbed tighter at his wrists and tried to pull away to look at him but then the hand at my throat squeezed just enough to make it clear that wouldn’t be allowed.

“If pain will not make you consider my question perhaps pleasure will,” He growled lowly in my ear, his velvety voice making me shiver.

The hand on my hip let go of my skin… That should have been my warning for what the Pale Demon did next. But I don’t think I could stop it even if I knew.

That touch of his was suddenly at my core, just running over sensitive skin between parted lips. Those lithe long fingers spreading wetness, and just barely teasing my clit before moving away as soon as my body jerked trying to feel just the hint of pressure.

“My my, I had thought you were a dirty girl but this…” I could hear him remark above the pounding of my heart.

I wanted to bark back at him with biting words but the heat of his fingers, that strange inhuman rough and smoothness of his touch…

It felt so good…

I couldn’t hold back the whimpering now but those little touches weren’t enough. I needed more. Pressure. My hips tried to move against the touch yet he would pull his hand away fighting my grip effortlessly, leaving me so cold and empty I couldn’t help the whine that left my lips.

“You’re dripping, little girl,” He purred in my ear, voice making me bite back moan. “This pretty little pussy of yours craves my touch when everything in you rebels. You yearn for it still don’t you?”

I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of answering. I tried to pull his hand back over to that place of me that craved him, that was burning for him, but it was like trying to fight a storm. It was impossible. I could feel my eyes starting to burn again, feeling my body starting to smolder and ache.

“Now now, I asked you a question,” The Pale Demon breathed in my ear. “Don’t be rude.”

I wanted to snap at him. I wanted to fight back but…  Oh god, did I want his fingers between my legs even more. I needed it. But maybe… I could use this to my favor?

Let him think he’s won, for now, a part of me thought. Besides… You know how much it affects him when you do.

If he was going to play dirty then… So was I.

“I do. I need it. Don’t stop... Please,” I mewled, not really having to act too much for this as I felt like my body wouldn’t be able to handle not being touched by him a second longer.

He chuckled and I had to fight a whine at the sound. Damn him for being so… Well him.

So lost in a fog of want, I didn’t notice him pulled his beautiful rings off until he was putting them on my hands. I gasped as they slid loosely on my fingers, my breath quickening as I knew what that meant.

Please. Oh please...

“You’re lucky that your begging is beautiful, little one,” I could hear Pale Demon smile against my ear

I wanted to curse at him, tell him where he could stick his begging when I felt that sinful tease of skin once more at my sex and any thoughts of cursing at him melted away. Fingers running over sensitive skin, tracing my clit, spreading my wetness all over slowly. I couldn’t help but let out a cry, leaning into him, moving my hips to feel more of that hand of his. My knees feeling weaker than before, threatening to pitch me over.

As if he knew, I felt him pushing me down to sit on the floor. His form still solidly behind me, nuzzling like a cat a hand as his fingers danced on my sex. His other hand cupping my jaw as his thumb started to tease my lips. As a finger starting attack, my clit another barely dipped inside me, giving me barely a taste of him inside me that awoke a hunger I couldn’t stop now if I tried.  

I gasped and whimpered, tracing his thumb so slightly with my tongue trying to calm myself. I could hear the demon’s breath hitch as he traced around my entrance, careful to rub against my clit with every turn making my blood burn hotter and hotter.

I wanted more, I needed more. I wanted to feel that touch inside me, see if he could touch a part of me that was crying out for attention. I tried to jerk my hips but he was quicker, moving it away, leaving me empty.

“Odd, I would think you want something from me?” The Pale Demon at my back said mockingly.

His breath on my ear made me shiver, the sound of his voice made my body all but cry out for him.

“You... Fucking-!” I started, jerking from his thumb, my hand clawing at his wrist before whimpering.

A finger just barely dipped inside me but it was enough to make me long for so much more as he pulled it out of me slowly. God, he could reach it… I knew he could if he just angled just right...

“Let me be as clear as I can be...” The Demon rumbled, giving me the feeling I wasn’t the only one who was burning.

And suddenly his finger was being pushed into me, careful to brush that spot inside me that made electricity run up my spine.

“I’m not fucking you… Yet. Not until you give me the answer I want, little girl.”

He slid his finger from me only to thrust in once more, curling it slightly in a way that caused me to cry out before I could hold it back. My hips jerking when he pulled from me once more. Craving more… Needing more. I couldn’t help the scream that tore from my lips when he answered my unspoken need…

With two fingers.

That touch of his, rubbing against my walls, against my clit sending sparks through my body, blood, and bone. I couldn’t help but push back against his chest, gasping with each press of his fingers. Pushing against them when they started to pull from me in a sinful dance.

“But you want me to… Don't you?” The demon whispered over my shoulder. “Your body craves it. I can taste off you, smell it dripping from your cunt.”

I whimpered, refusing to tell him so I sucked on the thumb that was still on my lips. The slight saltiness making me crave sucking something else with an insatiable hunger.

Maybe during a different game, I thought slyly.

“Have we forgotten to speak now?” The demon asked, but I could hear his voice sounded just slightly strained.

Not so untouchable now are we? I thought.

And then… The fingers pushing into me stopped thrusting pulling out of me and just resting at my entrance. Feeling empty now I jerked my mouth from his thumb to turn to him. I was about to whine when I saw him giving me that damn smug smirk that I hated as I knew he would get me agreeing to almost anything when he gave it to me.

“Show me how much you need it.” He ordered lowly. “Fuck my fingers with all that you have and perhaps maybe I will reconsider your next punishment…”

Got him.

I didn’t need to be told twice, trying not to grinning as this was just too perfect now. I put my hands on his thighs to steady myself started to move my hips, feeling those long fingers slid in and out. As I did I rubbed my ass against his crotch. I have to admit I had to keep from chuckling as I could feel that bulge of his getting harder and hard. Feeling his cock begging to be released from where I was between his legs. I could hear the Pale Demon’s breath catch as I did so.

Not so haughty now are you with me rubbing against your cock eh? I thought as he shuddered

His hand was at my throat again squeezing just enough to make me gasp, already dizzy from the feeling of his fingers grazing that spot inside me.

“I suggest you don’t play with fire anymore then you already have, little girl,” I could hear him all but growl behind me.

Oh, what’s this? Demon on a short leash tonight? I thought with a smirk.

“Order me to stop then, my lord,” I breathed, glancing over to him over my shoulder.

I could see his jaw was tight, I could swear the black eyes looking at me were burning. He was terrifying and yet, there was something about how he was looking at me that left me utterly… Hungry for more of it.

Fuck yes.

“Can’t do it, can we?” I couldn’t help but smile at him, I winked.  “Well, in that case, let me work...”

I picked up the rhythm once more, careful to rub my ass against him, grinning each time I heard him moan. I fell into the feeling his fingers sliding in me and out of me, the feeling of him running over my clit, the feeling him growing harder against my ass. So lost was I that I didn’t notice the clatter of the anthame as it was picked up off the floor. I could swear I heard him say something behind me over and over again a language I didn’t understand. Yet that utterly sexy low silky tone seemed to spur my hips on more.

I may have had two of his fingers in me now but I wanted something more, something the would reach the deepest darkest parts of me he was awakening. I started to moan in frustration as I could feel my body aching, needing the feeling of being full of him of feeling him so deep inside.

Just when I was about to beg him for more I felt something cold pressing against my chest…

The dull side of the knife, sharp edges grazing skin.

I stopped moving, the sensation made me very away how close I was to the blade. A thirst for something else very very different suddenly blooming at the feeling of the sharp edge

“I think you’ll find I can and I will,” I could hear the Pale Demon all but purr behind me. “Besides… Can’t have you cumming on my fingers when we’ve barely started.”

Slowly he pulled his fingers from inside me and I couldn’t help but cry out at the loss, feeling so empty and cold now.

“Shhh,” I could hear him hush behind me. “You’ve brought this on yourself. I suggest you accept your punishment and lay on your back. Any more of your insolence and I will leave you like this.”

I felt a wave of dread, I swung around to see an unreadable look on his inhuman face. A look that left me with the feeling he wasn’t playing around. Nor would it be the first time. I could feel the edge of the sharp anthame just barely scraped my skin. I swallowed hard, my mind trying to find a loophole in this but finding nothing but the urge to obey him.

You win this one, but you better make it worth it, you ass.

“Good. Now… Get on the floor and when you do... Do not move.” The demon demanded silkily.

I glared at him yet I carefully slid off his lap, hissing at the rub of fabric on my still red ass. All but breathing a sigh relief when my ass met the cold floor. Feeling a deep cold as I laid back, the wood like ice after his warmth. My wrists laying on either side of my head, the rings still on my fingers tapping the wood ever so softly. I closed my eyes as I tried to breathe, trying to relax the want I had twisting me up inside.

I opened my eyes and suddenly felt breathless when saw him dip his long wet fingers into his mouth, still glistening with my arousal in the candlelight. My body throbbing as he closed his eyes as if savoring the taste. Swearing I could feel that long moan he let out as he tasted me against my clit. I had to snap my eyes shut, trying to breathe deeply and calm myself down.

He’s gonna kill me I swear, I couldn’t help but think, trying to cling to that small bit of resistance I had that was all but broken at this point.

“As fun as it is watching you fight back how much you want this… I wouldn’t keep my eyes closed if I were you.” I could hear the demon chuckled, a threat echoing in his every word.

I quickly opened my eyes to watch him undo the cuffs on his long-sleeved shirt, before long fingers starting to undo the buttons down the front revealing more of the marble-like skin down his chest and stomach. Skin that my fingers itched to trace but knew the second I did the game would be all over.

Just a bit more dammit. I told myself. Just a bit more and then you can break.

It was so close now… So close I could almost taste it.

I swallowed hard as he brought the point of that black handled knife up to my throat. Willing myself to stay perfectly still, staring at him dead in those coal black eyes. I felt the sharp edge softly scrape against my skin, not deep enough to cut but enough to feel the danger.  I could feel the control the Pale Demon had over the blade, the sensation made me fight back quivering in his hands as he ran that sharp edge carefully across my skin.

I couldn’t help but hold my breath as he ran it lower and lower, across my left breast before laying the flat edge against the nipple. The steel biting cold making me hiss softly.

He moved so suddenly I could have almost thought the demon’s hand was always in my hair, forcing me to look at him as he gently hushed me. Eyes carefully regarding me. There was something soothing about the action as I could feel myself relax. Body growing pliant before...

There was a line of fire above my right breast, the surprise stinging that had me cry out slightly.

I could feel my blood slowly start to seep from the cut above my right breast right above my heart. I whimpered, biting my lip against the sharp pain and then…

The Pale Demon was there. Those soft lips rubbing against my skin, that pink tongue I had only seen in glimpses lapping up the blood in slow strokes.

Oh...

I could hear myself moan as the strokes of his tongue was like salve to the pain. That hand in my hair leaving it to tease the skin of my left breast. The combination of stinging from the cut, his rough yet smooth touch rubbing sensitive skin, and that soft tongue of his, the cool floor against my sore ass… All of it had me breathing hard.

My body starting to burn once more where it was just cooling. I found myself almost overcome with the craving to kiss him when he looked up, ruby blood on his lips. Before I could fall into that trap a flash of silver and another line of fire above my left breast had me keening out.

I could feel tears of wanting so badly in my throat as his tongue went to this new line of crimson I could feel bleeding through. It was too much… The pain, the pleasure… The feeling of needing him... I could feel my desire to resist shatter like a glass figure on the rocks.

Fuck my pride. I wanted him.

I wanted him so badly...

“Please,” I couldn’t help but whisper before I could stop myself. “Please…”

I could feel his tongue stop running over the cut, a rush of hot air blowing across my skin as he groaned lowly. He looked up to me, those dark eyes fiery. I could almost swear there was a flash of a smile, a grin worthy of a devil like he was, but it was so fast I could have imagined it.

“Don’t fucking move unless I give you leave to do so.” The Pale Demon ordered, silky voice like gravel. “Don’t even think of it, I’ll know if you do.”

He must be as wrecked as I feel.

I could feel the demon fight to pull himself away from my blood, hand leaving my skin, his lips going straight to my neck as I heard the knife clatter and slide across the floor once more to who cares where.

The demon was kissing and biting up my throat as he nudged my legs apart with his knees.  I could feel myself starting to drip on the floor but I couldn’t care when I felt so empty… So cold…

Please.

He bit down slightly on my skin as soon as I heard the rustle of fabric, I fought the urge to sink my hands in those mussed ginger blonde curls as he raked his teeth against me. I could feel him fighting to hold himself back as I pushed my wrists against the floor trying to follow his orders. Suddenly he was pressing up against me and I found myself breathless.

His trousers, he had pulled down his... My brain was just able to supply before all thought was lost.

I pushed myself up against him, arms wrapping around him pulling him closer. I could feel the heat from him, almost scalding. I could feel his cock against my lower belly,  against my skin, leaving trails of fire that awoke something corrupt inside me, something animalistic that only wanted him…

Nothing but him.

I heard the sharp intake of breath leave his lips as I took him into my arms. I heard the groan as I moved against him, body craving. And suddenly there was an inhuman angry growl. Suddenly I was pushed against the floor, arms pushed past my head by that invisible force. Rings clicking agianst the wood floor.

“What did I fucking say?!” The Pale Demon snapped.

Oh shit, oh fuck!

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I cried feeling wretched, my eyes start to burn.

Please don’t leave me!

“I just-.” I started before he cut me off.

“Just what, slut?!”

I whimpered (only yours… Only yours), as he hissed in my ear.

“Tell me what you need now or I will fucking-.”

“You!” I screamed. “I need you, my lord, please!”

A hand was at my throat once more and suddenly he was moving lower and I couldn’t help but scream out, feeling that hot hard cock of his running through my wetness. I wanted to feel him deep inside touching that part of me that his fingers had teased just a few moments (felt like months now) ago. I heard him laugh darkly in my ear before he pulled away to look at me

“Finally you know who you king is,” He said, leaning over me. “Very well… I suppose I can show you just a bit of mercy. One last chance then…”

I could feel his cock teasing my entrance, hot skin running over the slickness. My body didn’t just crave him.

It needed him.

I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

“Please,” I begged.

“Not until you answer my fucking question, and you will not get a second chance after this, little one,” He growled like an animal, barely putting the tip of his cock in me before jerking himself out.

I cried out, I could feel tears burning my eyes. God, the emptiness... It hurt so much without him.

“Ask me! Anything please!” I begged.

“Then tell me. And don’t you fucking lie, I will know…” He growled.

He was positioning himself now between my legs, wrapping them around his waist, raising my right leg a little higher in a way I knew would touch the part of me that I craved. Hands holding my hips so tightly that I could feel the bruises form but I didn’t care.

Please… Oh please.

“Would you taste the fruit of the forbidden tree?”

“Yes!”

Maybe it was the way his black eyes looked at me, maybe it was how I ached for his warmth. Maybe it was because I could feel the demon trembling, straining to take what was his. But I felt a smile across my face.

“Not just that,” I told him. “I would burn that fucking tree down to the ground!”

The smile on his face was nothing more or less than wicked.

“Good answer, my queen. Very good...”

And then he pushed into me, filling me, stretching me. I couldn't help but cry out as he pushed into me. Feeling so full of him, so much bigger than his fingers and so deep. I could feel him so deep inside...

I struggled for breath only to whimper as he slowly pulled out only to thrust into me once more. The moan he made in my ear making me shiver and mewl. I wanted to pull him closer and I couldn’t help but whine when I felt my wrists were still bound by that force that pinned then. It was then he shifted and I felt it. A slight tease of pressure in my belly that shot up my body like lighting. I couldn't help but cry out, my back arching into him. I could feel the moment any restraint the demon had shattered.

He started to move faster, harder. Fucking into me like an animal even as his lips teased, and lapped at my neck, claiming me. Breath hot on my skin. I couldn't stop the sounds I was making. The sensation of him moving in and out, hitting that spot over and over and over… The pressure I had felt in me building and building. A spark of fire that was burning hotter and hotter threatening to burn me to nothing but ash. He raked his teeth against my skin and I could feel myself almost clench around him then and there but I held myself back, tears burning my eyes.

"So fucking beautiful, kitten," I could hear him say roughly in my ear. “You’re so close aren’t you?”

I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t find the words even though they were on my tongue. All I could do was cry out.

“Who do you belong to?” He purred in my ear, voice nothing but sin and sensuality before a finger brushed against my clit.

“Oh god!” I couldn’t help but scream out.

He snarled.

“Wrong fucking answer.” He almost roared before biting down on my throat after a sharp thrust.

I admit I screamed, feel him draw blood. The pain mixed with the pleasure in a way I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

I was so close now, nor was I the only one I could tell from the way his thrusts were shuddering, growing wilder and wilder. From how hands were digging in the wood floor, black claws that hadn’t been there earlier, scratching into the hardwood. He wanted to let go and I couldn’t help but crave the feeling of him doing it deep inside me.

“Who fucking owns you?!” He growled.

“Y-You do,” I whispered.

“I can’t hear you.”

“You!” I screamed my voice cracking

“Then cum and say my FUCKING NAME!”

“MICHAEL!” I couldn’t help but scream out feeling my throat become raw as it washed over me.

With that simple word, I felt the force on my wrists disappear and my arms wrapped around him as though he were the only thing anchoring me to earth as I fell apart around him, feeling like I was floating and falling all in one. I could feel him pound into me, I could hear him say my name like a mantra over and over until I felt him twitch deep inside. A burst of heat deep inside that made me tilt my head back as it felt like heaven even though I knew it was hell but I didn’t care.

It was him.

I could feel exhaustion creeping on the edge of my vision but I didn’t mind. I looked to the demon in my arms with a smile as raised his head to look to me, curls wetly sticking to his forehead in a way that I couldn’t help but brush aside.

“You’re mine,” The demon, My demon, whispered like a prayer, breath playing against my lips as he leaned forward. “And I’m yours… Utterly.”

  Dedicated to-  @lovelykhaleesiii , @lvngdvns ,@wroteclassicaly, @langdonsdemon, @katiekitty261, @hxdesworld & @tickled–pinkmoodpoisoning,  @punkysouls, & @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul

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Can you do a michael x reader where they have a little girl together and she tells him she is sad and its cute and fluffy

STOP I LOVE ANY OF THE BOYS AS DADS

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When the infernal copulating between a human and a ghost created Michael Langdon, Satan bestowed upon his son many powers that would help him on his plans to world domination. All of these powers, be it telekinesis or pyromancy, mind reading or the power of persuasion, had come in handy as Michael grew up and followed the path that had been decided for him since long before he was born. If you had to take a wild guess, though, you would assume that Satan had not foreseen Michael using his powers to keep an eye on his small daughter.

Michael can sense Aurora's turmoil before she's even rounded the corner to his office. His sweet girl, named after the dawn to remind her parents that there was always light after the darkness, her being that light for them. Even when he was traveling far and wide to take care of business in the Outposts, he could still mentally check in on his daughter randomly during the day. Being at home in the Sanctuary, that link is amplified by 1000. It also doesn't help that she's just as dramatic as her dad (your claim, not Michael's) and that she's a master-in-training at making her emotions known to everybody.

The door to Michael's study swings open, Michael staring expectantly until he sees his daughter's blonde curls peek up over the desk. She should be napping right now, even though she adamantly claims that four-year-olds do not need naps. Aurora's naps are the one time you'll leave your daughter with a babysitter without Michael's suggestion, using this free-time as an uninterrupted hour and a half to go and accomplish whatever you need to do. You had mentioned this morning that you were interested in checking on the progress with the re-colonization of the newly-restored Earth, which is probably where you are.

"Rory," Michael attempts to scold (impossible on a normal day, but especially when he slips up and uses her nickname while trying to be the tough parent), "why aren't you with Ms. Mead right now?"

Aurora huffs, eyes shining with tears as she comes around the desk and stands in front of Michael with her hands on her hips. You claim that she's the spitting image of Michael, but when she stares at him with that determined look in her eyes, all he sees is you. "She doesn't know I'm gone."

"And how did you sneak away?"

"I was real quiet," Aurora explains.

"Uh-huh." Michael raises an eyebrow, but she remains unflinching. "You're supposed to be taking a nap right now."

Her bottom lip quivers, and Michael crumbles. "'m sorry Daddy."

Michael takes his daughter's small hands in his, the comforting gesture causing her to fully burst into tears. "Lovebug, why are you sneaking around the halls?"

"I just miss you!"

"What do you mean?" Michael lifts her onto his lap. "I'm right here."

"You were gone for so long, an-and now you're here, but you're always busy."

Yep, Michael's heart is definitely broken now. "We talked every night while I was gone, though!" One of the perks of the Cooperative needing technology is being able to see his family even if he can't be with his family.

"But you weren't here!" Aurora wails, throwing her head into his shoulder and sobbing more.

"Oh, please don't cry."

Michael wraps his arms around her in a tight hug, shushing and soothing her until her cries turn to whimpers. After a few minutes, Aurora finally brings her tearstained face up from his suit jacket, Michael using his thumb to wipe her tears.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been here for you." Michael can admit that he's definitely been busy lately, but he hadn't realized that it was affecting his daughter so much. He's been trying to spend extra time with her before she goes to bed, but that's not enough to keep her from missing him.

"Mama misses you too," Aurora says sleepily, one hand hanging by her side and the other lazily holding onto Michael's shirt. That settles it, Michael thinks as he secures his arms around Aurora and stands with her, walking to the little girl's bedroom. Unsurprisingly, you're already sitting in the rocking chair, waiting for your two favorite people to return.

"Ms. Mead was worried, so she came to find me," you explain.

"Sorry for running, mama," Aurora mumbles, blearily staring at you as Michael lays her on her bed.

"It's okay, baby. I know you just wanted to go see daddy."

Michael awkwardly sits on his cloak, sitting next to Aurora and holding onto her hand until her breathing evens out. Even when it does, he doesn't let go of her.

"I've fucked up, and I'm sorry," Michael begins.

"My love, please don't apologize. You're busy trying to rebuild the world," you say.

"But she doesn't understand that. She just knows that she wants me to be more present, but I'm not."

"She's four. Four-year-olds have big emotions, okay? It's all or nothing with them."

"I had a home built for us on the beach," Michael blurts suddenly.

You look up at him, startled. "You what?"

"I wanted to wait until the perfect moment, but there's really no better time than this. We'll still have our forever home, wherever we decide to make it, but this can be our own little paradise, our own Eden."

Michael puts an image in your head of the house and the location, and you gasp. "It's--"

"The beach where we had our first kiss. The beach that we got married on."

During Michael's Hawthorne days, which felt like a different lifetime now, you and he often snuck out to meet each other on a beach on the coast of Malibu. In hindsight, it's hilarious that you both danced around your feelings for so long when those were the lengths you went to to see each other when you were "just friends."

"Let's go away for a few days, just the three of us."

"But what about your work, the Cooperative?" You try to sound concerned for him, but you can't hide just how excited you are by this surprise.

"That can wait. Nothing is more important than my favorite girls." You surge towards Michael's lips, tenderly kissing him in thanks.

"I love you."

"I love you too, and I'm sorry for not being there for you or Aurora."

"I mean, just you taking a couple of days off will make it up to Aurora," you laugh.

"Daddy's not gonna work?" Aurora must have been woken up when Michael slipped his hand from hers, having caught the tail end of the conversation.

"Nope, I'm all yours."

All of Michael's doubts and worries, his fears and anger, none of it matters when he sees how brightly his baby smiles at him.

[langdxn]

dance macabre: the arrival | sojourn!michael x reader

SUMMARY: Michael’s sojourn leads him to the Hotel Cortez.

WORDS: 700... pitiful I know but I had to start somewhere!

WARNINGS: An average, tame amount of angst you can expect from Sojourn!Michael, but nothing beyond that... yet.

A/N: Firstly, I apologise for going AWOL over here. I’ve had an inspiration drought on top of a heavy workload and it’s taken me this long to find something to commit to! Secondly, this isn’t even long enough to be a one shot, it’s just a teaser to see if anybody would be interested in seeing this story progress into a series. Let me know if you’d like to see Michael explore more of the Cortez and its residents! (gif credits unknown, I’m so sorry!)

“What a pleasure to see you again,” Mr March’s eloquent notes boomed from across the Blue Parrot lounge toward Michael, nursing a tumbler of whiskey in his dirt-smudged hand. Idly spinning the glass on the bar, he rolled his eyes and refused to face his company.

“Not right now,” Michael sighed under his breath, a defeated weariness lacing his words with lazy indifference.

“The last time I saw you striding into my hotel, you were positively incandescent.” James neared the scruffy outline of a man hunched over the bar, head dipped low to stare at the icy shards circling his glass like predatory sharks. “What has become of you, dear boy?”

“I lost my way,” Michael sniffled, wiping his nose in his sleeve. “I lost my father… I lost my purpose.”

“People come here to find purpose,” Liz interjected, her glistening earrings projecting a shard of light onto the face of the miserable visitor as she leaned on her elbows on the bar. “Some even come to find their father.”

“I don’t think I’ll find my father here.”

“Now now, young man, that is a defeatist attitude if ever I heard one,” James rebuked, curtly tapping his cane on the bar beside Michael’s grubby hands. “You may find exactly what you’re looking for within these wondrous walls. Tell me, what is your name?”

“Michael,” he muttered, his shoulders dropping weakly as if delivering the name alone sapped his energy. “Michael Langdon.”

“Michael?!” James’ repetition carried an air of horror. “Someone so mysterious in his mortality goes by the name of Michael?”

A dismissive dirty palm waved in the air between them as James perched on the next stool.

“What’s it to you, James Patrick March?”

“I like to acquaint myself with every unusual dweller propping up my Blue Parrot lounge,” March enthused, leaning in closer with a quirked eyebrow and his trademark sinister grin. “After all, I may be able to help you find the senior Mr Langdon.”

“He’s not a Langdon,” Michael scoffed, his head finally lifting to survey the Art Deco interiors shining and shimmering around him. “And I don’t think he’d be seen dead in this place.”

“You say that, good sir, but the dead can be seen all over this place.” Lifting a gesturing finger at the patiently eavesdropping Liz, March soon also found his hand cradling a whiskey, only with a little more conviction than Michael’s weak grip.

“I had noticed that.”

“So tell me, what news of my beloved Queenie since you so unceremoniously stole her from me? One man can only play so many games of Solitaire before he gets a touch of cabin fever, you see.”

“She’s… thriving,” Michael murmured, a gentle pout puckering his cheeks while he sternly avoided eye contact with both curious characters. “The witches burned my Ms Mead.”

“Such wanton destruction of a perfectly good alcoholic beverage,” James gasped, craning back in surprise. “Heathens!”

“She was the only woman that ever truly loved me,” Michael sighed defeatedly. “The only woman I ever truly loved.”

As Michael strained to lift his glass to his lips, a soft motion in the corner of his eye distracted him from his drink. A woman, gently ascending the staircase toward the rooms behind the lounge. You. Spinning his stool to face you, Michael’s jaw dropped open gently, consuming your figure scaling the steps. Your figure-hugging red dress, your stilettos thudding delicately upon the carpet, your confident, carefree stride.

“Ah, I see,” March observed, a broad grin tapering his pencil moustache as he turned to watch you treading the hall beyond. “The pretty girl entices you too.”

“Who… who is she?” Michael couldn’t tear himself from you, gazing longingly as you disappeared through a far doorway.

“Unfortunately I hadn’t considered asking,” March sighed. “She may not be here for much longer, you see. The Countess has her heart set on her. Or rather ending her.”

“No—”

Michael threw a terrified hand toward March, leaping to his feet and stirring to run toward you. Before he could leave the bar, a firm hand wrapped around his arm and yanked him back.

“I don’t think so, old boy,” March sneered, gesturing a finger toward Michael’s face. “If you wish to enrapture her, you may need to groom yourself first.”

Michael shot a panicked gaze between both his advisors, examining Liz’s disapproving gaze from beneath her reading glasses. Her slender fingers reached beneath the bar and retrieved a golden keychain, dangling it toward Michael.

“Go upstairs and freshen up before she comes down for a drink tonight,” Liz’s comforting tone allowed Michael to loosen his shoulders, breathe deeply and sweep a hand through his mud-slicked hair. “Room 64 is free.”

[sxnnimoon]

First for Everything

**** I’m going to be making in two parts maybe three I don’t know yet. But this is actually pretty good and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!***

Part 1.

Michael Langdon x Reader

Summary- You’re aunt Madelyn brings home this boy who you take a liking to and things escalate but he wants more than just a one time thing. Will you stay with him or will you run off and help him with what is to be planned for the future?

Warning- SMUT

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I remember the first encounter I had with Michael, I’d been packing because I was due to go down to Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, seeing as my powers were progressing even more. Anyways my aunt Madelyn had brought him home from Black Mass which was strange she rarely did that, he was scary good looking though, looked about my age but the innocent act he possessed seemed too good to be true. 

“Make yourself comfortable now. I’ve just got to fetch my niece.” Madelyn said. “Y/n! Come down we’ve got a guest!”

“And what celebrity have you brought over this time.” you trailed off.

“This is Michael. Michael this is my niece Y/n.” she nodded. 

“I am Michael, Michael Langdon. The chosen one.” he said proudly.

“Is that right.” you chuckled.

“Don’t believe me?” he questioned. “See me.”

He then pulled his hair aside and placed behind his ear was the mark of the beast. 

“It’s you.” Both of us shocked. 

“You can stay in one of our guest rooms tonight, you must be exhausted.” your aunt said. “Y/n show him to the one on your side of the house and then give him a short tour.”

“Yes aunt Madelyn.” you replied.

“She must be a real handful isn’t she?” he asked.

“You have no idea, from her being severely devoted to you, your father and the black mass yeah, you could say that.” you chuckled.

“And you're not as devoted?” he said. “What too much to handle?”

“Ha. Ha. Funny, but no, I've got my own business to handle.” you responded. 

“And what “business” is it you have to handle.” Michael asked.

“Witchcraft.” you said bluntly.

You’d both made it to his room for the night.

“This is it.” you pointed, entering after him.

“You seriously are a witch?” he said curiously.

With the swift movement of your hand you closed the door behind you, then fire came out of the palm of your hand.

“I’ve never been more serious.” you smirked.

“I’m gonna more than a door slam and fire.” his cockiness was showing.

You hadn’t realized just how close he got to you. The dimness of the room made him look on to a god. He’d be yours whether he knew it or not. But little did you know he felt the same way. You needed to gain his attention so, with one look you had him pinned up on the wall. 

“Is that enough for you.” smirking at him. 

“I’d say so,” he said now in front of you. “Didn’t know I possessed powers of my own? I am the antichrist after all.”

“I never doubted you for one second.” closing the gap between you both.

The tension between you both was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You both just stared at each other, not knowing who was gonna make the first move. So you took one for the team. You leaned in taking him by surprise as your lips touch, moving in sync as he kissed back. The kiss deepened, not realizing you guys had begun ripping off each other's clothes, one by one the floor being covered in articles of clothing. You broke away from each other, basking in each other's naked form. You couldn’t help but stare at how hung he was.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his cockiness vanishing.

“Nervous are we?” you questioned.

“I-I I’ve never actually.. you know.” he stuttered.

“You mean to tell me. You, the antichrist are a virgin?” you were shocked. 

“Yeah.” he said nervously. 

“Don’t worry I’ll be gentle, if you want me to be that is.” a smug look on your face. 

He shivered as you trailed open mouth kisses down his body. You stopped just as you got to his member. You looked up as if to ask for his permission, he gave you a nod of okay. You then took him into your mouth bobbing up and down occasionally looking up at him, his head back trying his best to contain his moans. 

“You can moan, you know, aunt Madelyn won’t mind.” you said reassuring.

He complied, releasing the most beautiful sound known to man. 

“Y/n.” he moaned.

Lord was he hot. He clearly knew what I was thinking because he pulled me off with a pop causing him to moan one last time.

“Bed.” he demanded.

That is all I needed to hear. I needed him so bad. I laid down propping myself on my elbows looking at him at the end of the bed. He crawled slowly on to the bed leaving kisses as he went. Stopping just as he got to where I needed him most. Feeling his breath there made your need for him stronger. 

“Michael.” you groaned. “I need you.”

“Relax princess all in good time.” he said.

Before you could speak again he devoured you. Licking up the arousal from your dripping cunt. He may have been the devils son but boy was he in heaven. He loved the way you tasted, the way you’d buck your hips as he flicked our clit from time to time or how your moans sounded like music to his ears. You couldn’t believe the things he was doing to you, hell the way he was making you feel. There was no way he was a virgin. He had stopped, looking down at you come undone.

“How is it you are a virgin?” you said breathless.

He had crawled up kissing your stomach, then your breast taking one into his mouth releasing a yelp from you. 

“Hard to believe I know but I guess you could say it just comes naturally.” he said kissing your neck, nibbling occasionally. 

He had hovered over you, studying every feature, every flaw you may possess. He loved your curves, how they were made for you, how your breasts we’re just the right size and your ass, the most round and curvy feature of all. You were perfect to him and he intended to keep you. 

“You sure you want to keep going?” you questioned, noticing him staring you down.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” he replied.

And with that he lined himself up with your entrance with the help of you of course and slid in with ease. You didn’t know you’d been holding in a moan until he entered you. It was like he was made for you, you had to adjust a bit but after that you gave him the okay and he started with slow thrusts to get the hang of things. His movements may have been small and slow but for how big he was you felt all of him with each thrust. He’d finally picked up a good enough pace and noticed how into it you were, the expression you made fueled him more. He began pounding into you. 

“Michael!” you screamed. Clawing at his back. He hissed but moaned at the feeling. 

“I’m almost there.” he moaned out.

“Me too.” you moaned. “Me too.” 

You both came at the same time, both panting. Him collapsing on top of you. 

“That was amazing.” he panted out. 

“It really was.” you said gathering your clothes.

“We should do it again sometime.” he said.

“I would love to but I leave tomorrow.” you said looking away.

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” he said.

“I’m headed to New Orleans tomorrow.” you could tell he was upset. “I’ve been accepted into this school for witches.”

“The one ran by Coredelia?” he asked.

“Yes?” you questioned. “Why do you ask?”

“You can’t go there,” he said firmly.

“Why?” you were scared but curious.

“They are the reason I have nowhere to go, they are the ones that took away my Ms.Mead.” he started to tear up.

“Is it because of who you are?” you asked.

“It is because I am the one who can take them down, I am more powerful than they are combined.” he stated. “Stay with me and help me avenge what is mine.”