#billie lourd x cody fern

[redroses07]

𝖠𝖧𝖲 1984 <3

[beastsovrevelation]

"I want a world without the hypocrisy. With the kinds of people who wouldn't just eat from the fruit of the forbidden tree but who'd cut the fucking tree down and burn it for firewood. I think you're made for that world, Mallory. I sense it in you."

American Horror Story: Apocalypse ("Forbidden Fruit")

[hessafeelsfordayss]

None of the content belong to me, I just simply added the words. Credit to the owners!

[applepiewinchesters]

Ave Satanas, Bitch (Michael Langdon x fem!reader)

A/N: Michael Langdon is one of my favorite characters and I finally decided to write something about him to post! I hope you enjoy even if I did kill a few favorite characters (also my faves but a good story about the antichrist has to have a little murder). Anyway, thank you for reading and let me know what you think. 

Word Count: 1,248

Summary: When the witches come knocking at the outpost, Michael underestimates what you will do to help him continue his reign of the new world. 

You watched from your seat on the bed as Ms. Mead helped Michael into his red velvet jacket. He looked handsome, red truly did suit him.

When he turned, looking to you for approval, you smiled.

“Very handsome,” you reassured, standing up, your black dress skimming the floor as you did so.

It was Michael’s turn to smile, but he suddenly tilted his head slightly, listening.

“We have guests, I believe some of our residents have risen from the dead, powerful ones at that,” he spoke, turning to you again.

He came over to you, taking your face in his hands.

“Promise me you will stay here, this is not your fight,” Michael instructed you, making your brow furrow.

“I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself, I’m a big girl Michael,” you told him.

“That you are little one, but I am not the mortal in this relationship, and I cannot afford to lose you,” Michael spoke, sterner this time.

“Fine,” you pouted, making Michael chuckle.

“I’ll be back soon, and then we’ll go home,” he reassured, and you nodded.

Michael pressed a kiss to your forehead and let go of your face.

“I love you,” you told him as he made his way towards the bedroom door.

“And I you,” Michael replied, and with that, he disappeared out the door with Ms. Mead following faithfully behind him.

You sat back down, picking at your nails. If the witches were here, you couldn’t help but be nervous. They could be powerful, especially when all combined. But Michael had grown even more powerful since the fallout, practicing his skills daily.

You were confident in him but losing him was a deep-rooted fear of yours. You had no idea what would become of yourself if he was not by your side.

It seemed forever had passed before the sound of gunshots made your head snap up. You stood from the bed, quickly walking to the door, and cracking it open, listening.

You heard footsteps and hid behind the door as someone ran past. After they passed you snuck out the door, making your way to the stairs just in time to see Michael stand from the floor, covered in blood.

Madison Montgomery stood at the bottom on the staircase, before she could speak, with a quick flick of Michael’s wrist, her head exploded and her body collapsed to the floor, making you gasp, catching Michael’s attention.

He turned, almost shocked to see you there, “Get back to the room, now!”.

You opened your mouth to protest but there was a resounding pop and you were back in the bedroom. Cursing Michael quietly you moved towards the door and turned the knob.

It seems in sending you back to your room Michael hadn’t thought to lock you inside. Before leaving the room, you grabbed your bag, retrieving a dagger you’d brought with.

While Michael reassured he’d always be there to protect you, he seemed to need your help now more than you needed his.

Sneaking from the room once more you made your way down a hall, hearing a familiar voice you turned the corner, just in time to see Michael rip a women’s heart from her chest and take a bite.

Coco, a witch you recognized from the academy before the war, stood in front of Michael. You had no idea how powerful she was, so without hesitation you came at her from the side, plunging your dagger into her neck.

A shower of blood sprayed you, ruining your dress and painting your skin red.

Coco collapsed, blood pooling beneath her.

When you turned to Michael, he had a proud smile on his face.

“Evil looks good on you darling,” he complimented, making you giggle.

“I learned from the best,” you replied, reaching down, and pulling your dagger from the witch’s neck.

Michael smirked, “It seems I underestimated you, come, we have a coven to finish.”

You nodded and followed Michael down the hall, a pool of blood appeared halfway down, a trail following it, neither of you were bleeding, so that means one of the witches were wounded. Perfect.

Michael stopped suddenly, pulling you behind him, Cordelia stood at the end of one of the adjoining halls.

“How did you think this was going to end?” Michael suddenly asked. “Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win Miss Supreme.

“Not on your own,” Cordelia scoffed. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled, the entire way. By your father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared, little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs.”

“Oh, but I never expected to, like a cockroach I knew you’d survive the nuclear blast,” Michael retorted, smirking. “And now I will get the satisfaction of watching you die.”

“You still don’t get it do you?” Cordelia replied, wearing a smile of her own. “Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope…”.

As Cordelia continued, Michael leaned behind him, whispering to you, “Down the hall, the bathroom, kill her.”

You nodded and took off, sprinting down the hall, when you found the bathroom he was talking about you were greeted by Mallory, slowly fading in a tub full of water due to a stab wound to the gut.

Wasting no time you moved forward, grabbing the girl by her hair and yanking her up.

“Ave Satanas bitch,” you hissed, before easily sliding your dagger across her throat, before plunging it into her heart, making sure the job was done.

Blood stained the water red as Mallory sunk into the bath and you admired your handiwork.

“You bitch!” came a voice from the door, and you turned to see the witch with the wild red hair standing there.

She held out her hand but before she could harm you, her neck snapped to the side roughly and she collapsed.

Footsteps neared you and Michael appeared in the doorway. He looked around you to the tub where Mallory’s body lay.

“Now that’s my girl,” he told you and you smiled, moving to embrace him tightly, arms wrapping around his neck.

“They’re all dead?” you asked, looking up at Michael for confirmation.

He nodded, “Miss Supreme sacrificed herself just as you slit little Mallory’s throat.”

You smiled, reaching up to press a passionate kiss to his lips. He returned the sentiment, arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer.

When you pulled away you rested your head on his chest, “Let’s go home.”

Michael hummed in agreement, taking your hand and leading you from the bathroom, it burst into flames behind you.

As you walked throughout the outpost every room exploded, glass breaking, flames licking the walls.

The flames didn’t dare touch you, Michael made sure of that. You both walked out of the outpost, Michael still making sure the elements did you no harm, and onto what was left of the barren lawn to the carriage waiting for you.

Michael helped you up into it, forever a gentleman to you and only you. He followed suit and soon the carriage took off, taking you both back home to the sanctuary.

You were empty handed, but Michael felt like the richest man on earth, and with you by his side, hand in his, he could accomplish anything.

[stuismybf]

american horror story masterlist

new masterlist

let me know if any links don’t work<3

last updated: 10/10/21

m. langdon

- till eternity passes away

- it’s a nice day for a white wedding

- silly girl

x. plympton

- chamber of reflection

m. montgomery

- if i live to see the seven wonders

- cigarettes after sex part 2

- dark! madison

- i’d give everything for one more night with you

m. day

- picnic with misty

j. patrick march

- dark! james

c. goode

- if i live to see the seven wonders

- dreaming of you

k. spencer

- if i live to see the seven wonders

k. anderson

- crawl back in

[whatsupbomb]

gonna tell my kids this was nate and cassie

[multifandom--mess]

MILLORIES HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THIS??!!??

[empatheticvirtue]

A manip / fanart I made of Michael Langdon and Mallory Reed from American Horror Story Apocalypse. I love Photoshop and AHS. I ship Millory so hard.

She’s been a very bad girl. Or was she good? Either way Satan Claus Michael is spanking her. haha

I will temporarily use this as my banner too for Christmas.

[gothicknightz]

Hey guys,, it's me again

Yes me.

So I've only asked about writing / publishing writing on here a few times, so, what I'm trying to ask, again is that I have too many series in the works was wondering if you guys would like to see / hear about my next one.

Obviously, it has to do with American Horror Story, because I can never get enough of that show.

So, uh, yeah.

That's all, folks!

(remind me to never exit wth that again)

[gemini-el]

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

Millory Good Omens AU

It is the coming of the End Times! The Apocalypse is near, and Final Judgment will soon descend upon the human race. This comes as a bit of bad news to the angel Mallory and the demon Michael , respectively the representatives of God and Satan on Earth, as they've actually gotten quite used to living their comfortable, lives and, in a perverse way, actually have taken a liking to humanity and each other.

As such, since they're both good friends, despite supposedly being polar opposites, representing Good and Evil as they do, they decide to work together and keep an eye on the Antichrist, destined to be the son of a prominent American diplomat stationed in Britain, and thus ensure he grows up in a way that means he can never decide simply between Good and Evil and, therefore, postpone the end of the world.

[lexwritess]

i kinda want to write some ahs stuff so here’s who i write for here

[beastsovrevelation]

In my head, I'm imagining a confrontation between Michael and Mallory in some dark corner right after this. She follows him. His presence sends chills down her spine, but, at the same time, it beckons her like a flame does a moth. She can't find rhyme nor reason to either sensation. At the same time, she has even less to lose.

He recognizes her. I think they didn't meet until the interview in the show, but let's say they had. He realizes the witches had succeeded in their own plan, to keep their future Supreme alive. He's as furious as he is impressed. Thus, he seizes her, determined to get answers away from any prying eyes.

What happens next? Smut, after he decides to seduce her, and get her on his side before she realizes what happened? He woudn't care they may get caught. It might even appeal to him - claiming her as his, in front of others. Then, he'd probably bring her to his room, and leave her to safely rest until he can take her home (aka his Sanctuary of evil elites). Or, would it be angst, after he imprisons her? The possibilities are endless.

[hessafeelsfordayss]

If I'm being honest, I probably wouldn't ship Xantana as much if they were played by someone other than Cody and Billie.

I hope no one interprets this the wrong way.. I still LOVE Xantana with all my heart.. I just probably wouldn't ship them as much as I do now. I can't help it though.. I'm complete and utter trash for Codie. Their chemistry is everything and they work so well on screen with each other. Which is one of the many reasons why I, along with many others ship them and almost all their characters together. Plus they look amazing together. Hell, they could be siblings in a future season and I'd more than likely still ship them.. though I really hope I won't have to. 😂 Can you blame me though? I mean, look at them! 😩🔥❤

None of the gifs/pictures are mine except the manip at the bottom! Credit to the owner's!

[din-djarins-beskar]

Michael is that you?!? 😦

[icyharrington]

Xavier x female reader x Ray, getting caught by Montana and Brooke and Chet. Reader has handcuffs and a bong.

okay so i forgot to incorporate the whole handcuffs thing but uummm yea. lol 

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wc: 1.3k 

pairing: xavier plympton x ray powell x reader

warnings: m/m/f threesome, vaginal sex (spitroasting), blowjobs (m/m and f/m), handjobs

 //

“Truth.”

Ray looks up at you from under dark eyelashes, thumb flicking at the lighter as he positions his lips over the mouth of the bong. He takes the hit like a champ, sucking an impressively massive tuft of smoke into his lungs without so much as a grimace.

When the last of the gray smoke has left his throat, amalgamating with the rest of the dreary fog that hangs low within the walls of Xavier’s van, he screws up his face in thought.

“Was kinda hoping you’d say dare.” He tilts his head to one side, passing the bong to Xavier, whose hooded blue eyes are already droopy and bloodshot. “Okay, I got one. It’s lame though. Out of everyone in the group, who would you most wanna bang?”

Too high to scoff at the perverted childishness of his question, you actually think about it for a minute. You’re deep into staring at Ray’s expectant expression, admiring the smoothness of his velvet-deep skin and fullness of his lips, when you accidentally let it slip: “You.”

His eyes widen and you hear Xavier laugh, low and lazy, into the mouth of the bong. Your heart skips a beat once it registers what you’ve said, but the pot has made it near impossible to care.

“No shit! Never woulda guessed.” You can tell Ray is trying to suppress a self-satisfied grin, white teeth digging into his plump lower lip. “Honestly was expecting you to say Chet.”

“I was expecting you to say me,” interjects Xavier with a joking twinge to his voice, one hand positioned behind his head, handing the bong to you. “And to be totally honest, I’m a little offended.”

You stare down at the bong, for a moment forgetting how to use it, and you wonder whether the hazy atmosphere of the van is due to the amount of smoke that’s built up, or your intoxicated state.

“Aw, don’t be, Xavy Gravy,” you nearly slur, using the intentionally cringe-worthy nickname you’d thought up for him when you’d first met. “I’d totally fuck you too.”

Xavier’s lips fall open into an exaggerated look of surprise. “You would?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “Why not?” You’re being serious, too. You have a thing for guys who wear earrings.

Ray stretches, the hem of his shirt lifting and exposing a sliver of his smooth, sculpted tummy, and you find yourself licking your lips (and maybe it’s just the weed, but you could’ve sworn you just saw Xavier do the same).

“I mean, we’re all alone, right?” Ray says, eyes flashing from you to Xavier and then back again as he moves to lift his shirt up over his head. “Why don’t we try it out?”

Xavier’s pink lips curl up into a mischievous smirk, his cross-shaped drop earring swaying as he turns to poise an eyebrow at you.

For a moment, you’re almost apprehensive, before the feeling is overtaken with a much more poignant wave of arousal. There are two good-looking guys in front of you propositioning a threesome; you’d be an idiot to turn them down.

You grin. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

//

“I ain’t ever gotten head from a dude before,” Ray says, looking down to Xavier, who’s craning his neck up from where he lays to take one of his balls into his mouth.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” mumbles Xavier against Ray’s sensitive skin before delving back in, one large hand moving to entangle with your hair. Xavier’s on his back with Ray knelt by his head, while you’re settled on your stomach, using one arm to prop yourself up while you use the other to pump your fist up and down the blonde’s thick cock; Ray looks almost godlike as he jerks himself above Xavier, his head falling back as a moan of ecstasy escapes his full lips; You’re mesmerized, observing the way Xavier’s apt tongue forms shapes along the underside of the dark-haired man’s enormous erection, and quickly you come to the conclusion that this can’t have been the first time he’s done something like this.

Letting go of Xavier’s length, you spit crudely into your palm before resuming your prior motions, this time moving exponentially faster than before.

Xavier hums contentedly, the vibrations traveling to Ray’s cock, who groans and reaches down to grip tightly at the head of tousled blond hair beneath him.

“Shit, man, you gotta slow down. I’m about to bust and I still wanna fuck (y/n),” Ray sputters, drawing his hips back slightly. You and Xavier let out a unanimous giggle, your (e/c) eyes matching with his, and he shoots you a seductive wink.

“I’m that good?” he drawls, voice husky, causing Ray to groan in frustration when he pulls away. “Go on, then. Lemme see you fuck the shit out of (y/n).”

Ray stands, and eagerly you roll onto your back, making quick work of your linen shorts and flinging them across the van. You can hardly believe this is really happening, but it’s all moving too quickly for your drugged-out mind to comprehend, so you decide to just go with the flow.

“I don’t like you in that position,” Xavier remarks, coming up behind you to flip you back onto your front with ease; you nearly moan aloud at the rough feeling of his calloused hands on your sides, looking up at the blonde with wide, innocent eyes as he kneels before you. “C’mon, sweetie. Let’s see how well you can suck dick with a cock inside you.”

You take the cue to shift onto all fours, arching your back for Ray, whose hard-on is resting against your inner thigh. He places a hand on your hip before easily sliding his cock inside you, all the way to the hilt, until you can feel his balls slapping harshly against the tops of your thighs. You scream out, mouth falling open at the intrusion, tight walls stretching wider than you’d ever experienced before; Xavier takes the opportunity to shove his cock deep into your throat, muffling your cries as Ray begins to adapt to a fast, hard rhythm of thrusts.

You suck Xavier’s cock to the best of your ability, but it’s difficult, with Ray pounding into you like his life depends on it. You gurgle pathetically, a string of spit dripping from your lower lip and down your chin, knees raw and red from pressing into the hard floor.

“Fuck yeah, take my cock,” Ray murmurs under his breath, his fingers digging into your hips so harshly you’re sure you’ll have a few bruises to show for it tomorrow. “Taking me so good.”

You’re so wrapped up in the pleasure that you almost don’t notice the stream of soft evening light that cuts through Xavier’s dimly lit van, your eyes only opening when Xavier removes his cock from your mouth, sending you into sputters.

“Ho. Lee. Shit,” comes Montana’s voice, and you fall forward, scrambling around to face the source of light; to your horror, it isn’t just Montana standing outside the van: she also has Brooke and Chet in tow. Xavier and Ray scramble for their clothes, the van bobbing back and forth at the sudden rapid movement of three bodies. “I just made a joke about you guys having a threesome, but I didn’t really think it’d actually happen!”

She sounds almost gleeful, bouncing on the balls of her feet while Chet stares forward, emotionless; Brooke looks vaguely traumatized.

“We’ve been looking for you guys. We were starting to worry that you got captured by Mr. Jingles or something.”

“Ha, nope,” Xavier mutters, a flush of pink dusting his porcelain cheeks. Ray can hardly speak, his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to face the very same people who’d just been face-to-face with his bare ass and balls.

“Well, now that we know you’re safe… don’t let us ruin your fun!” Montana wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before partially shutting the door of the van, poking her head through the open gap that remains. “Be safe, kids!”

And with that, she slams it all the way shut.

You almost would rather that Mr. Jingles had been the one to find you.