#apocypze

[holylangdon]

Psycho Killer (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Request: “I had an idea you might want to change up a bit. Basically, it's Halloween night the reader and Young Michael are having a movie night. They are alone and cuddle with each other. Things begin to get steamy between the two, but they get interrupted by trick or treaters on multiple occasions. Young Michael gets pouty and upset and the reader tries to cheer him up because she hates seeing him upset. Something like that.” - Anon

“Ooh if you want more requests how about best friend Micheal or The Countess or Mallory? Please you can pick 💕💕” - @antiscocialfanwarrior

Warnings: NSFW, Blair Witch Project spoilers, cockblocked by kids, fem!reader, oral sex (reader giving), kind of fluffy, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: C’mon guys it’s been 20 years why do I have to tag this BWP spoilers??

Twigs snapped and cracked under the trio of filmmaker’s feet as they argued, trapped and lost inside of a deep forest in some rural part of Maryland. One would scream, the girl would smoke a cigarette, the other boy would defend her. That’s how the entire movie had gone so far. You and Michael were more than a half an hour into the Blair Witch Project, which he had never seen before. But truth be told, you were barely paying attention to the film. You were more focused on his steady heartbeat and his perfectly pink lips as he spoke.

"Yawn." Michael said, unamused by the scene unfolding before him. The movie had started to pick up, one of the men going missing. Taken by the witch.

"Care to elaborate?" You playfully teased him, lifting your head up from its comfortable spot on his chest. He shrugged, a cute little smile on his face.

"Yeah, this is boring. This witch girl has no... She’s not interesting. She lacks a certain element." Michael responded. You laughed, opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by the ring of the doorbell. “Is the bowl by the door?”

You nodded, letting him stand up. You followed behind him as the two of you walked to the foyer, the bright orange dish of candy in his hands. He opened the heavy door to reveal the smiling faces of a group of kids. Michael gave them each a handful of the miniature sweets before sending them on their way.

The two of you headed back to the couch, getting comfortable. Slowly, your hands started drifting closer and closer to his hardening cock. He tried to ignore it, he truly did. He redirected his focus onto the television in front of him and tried his damnedest to not pay you any mind. But when you pressed a light kiss to his neck, he folded. He was completely and utterly helpless as your fingers crept beneath his sweats to feel the warm skin, barely ghosting over his length.

But then, the doorbell rang again. He pulled away and sighed lightly, trying to rationalize the interruption in his head. Why did the trick or treaters have to come at such an inconvenient time? Just when he was starting to feel great? Nonetheless, you rose from your spot and he, quickly, eager to get it over with, ran to give the kids their candy. Moments later he returned, ready to resume the previous activity.

And soon enough, the mood turned romantic once more. You played with the waist of his sweatpants, letting your hand feel his cock through the thick material. He held back a moan at the touch, gently encouraging you to continue. And you did, letting your hand glide once more into the dark fabric. This time, he couldn’t hold back the sounds that begged to fall from his lips as your soft hand touched his cock. You stroked it carefully, ready to take his pants off.

The two of you were rudely interrupted once again by the children. You sighed, again. Why did they have to do this? This time, you ran to the door. Last thing you needed was their parents seeing his current state. Impatiently, you held the bowl out to them, letting them pick and choose whatever they wanted. They took too much time. So finally, you decided to just dump the remaining sweets somewhat-evenly into each kid’s bag.

They squealed with excitement as you closed the door, flicking the front porch light off and locking yourself in. Then, you headed back to the couch, where you were met with a sad and pouty boyfriend. He looked up at you with a certain look on his face.

“We can’t do anything alone, can we? It’s always something.”

“Well,” You smiled devilishly, settling between his legs once more. “the trick or treaters aren’t a problem anymore.”

“Do I even want to know?” He asked lightly. You shook your head, wasting no time before pulling his sweats off of his hips. He helped you, nervously excited for what came next. He quickly found himself a mess as you executed your actions perfectly, taking him in your hand once more and gently pumping his length. You teased him for a moment, swirling your tongue around his flushed pink head. His hand gripped the blanket on the couch, the other one finding its way to your hair. He held it in a gentle fistful lazily.

You loved the little sounds that fell from his lips as you took him in your mouth. Small swear words and light moans filled the room as you worked, his grasp on your hair hesitantly demanding you to take him deeper. The familiar heat in the pit of his stomach quickly built, much faster than he had imagined. 

“Y/N,” He groaned. He couldn’t be bothered to finish the rest of his sentence as his head flew back in pleasure, his bottom lip between his teeth sharply. He tried to keep the sounds quiet as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm. Michael wanted to scream when he felt your mouth pull away from him, but a sinful grin finally crossed his face when he opened his eyes to see you taking off  your clothing. Shirt, jeans, bra, and finally your panties all landed on the floor.

Loose sounds spilled from both of you as you hovered over his lap, your hands wrapped around his neck while he focused carefully on guiding his cock into you. His other hand found it’s way to your clit, carefully slicking his finger between your wet folds before settling gently on your clit. He nearly came when he felt you lower yourself down onto him, his body shivering with delight. 

He liked this. You in control almost completely, leaving him with no choice but to go with what you decided. And he especially liked the feeling of your tight walls clasping around him with your breasts bouncing against his chest. It made him want to scream. But instead, he just closed his eyes, enjoying the different sensations around him. He listened to the rather loud moans that fell from your lips into the cold October air as you rode him, something he loved so much.

It wasn’t long before both of you came undone by each other’s touch, ultimately a mess. You slumped down on the couch beside him as he sat, speechless and starstruck. A huge grin graced his lips as he spoke. 

“Y/N, have I told you how much I love you lately?”