#cody fern one shot

[anjellaufeyson]

RITUALISTIC SACRIFICIAL LOVE - Michael Langdon

It was the end of times, the apocalypse. Every person I stood with was backstabbing, prideful, and dull. I came from a wealthy family, yes. But I came from a family who had morals, rare but true. A traditional family that almost suffocated me with their rules. I played with my cross neckless, a gold chain laid upon my chest. I stayed true to my faith, as true as one could be in this state. 

“You–come with me, it’s your turn,” the man said in a deep yet calm voice. 

He gave me a weird feeling, like he was pure evil but his demeanor was indifferent. He ranged between the look of heaven yet his personality was on the verge of evil but stood on sinful. His demeanor could deceive even the best. I followed him into a dimly lit room, his hands lingered on the desk. He leaned over on it from the other side. “If you lie, I will know. If you try to trick me, I will know and this interview will be over and you will be left to die…now let’s begin. Do you believe you’re evil?” 

His words were so serene that you almost wouldn’t think to weigh what he was asking you to answer, “Yes.” 

The expression on his face changed, I’m assuming he didn’t expect that answer to leave my lips. “And why is that?” 

I stared at him, taking in every feature and every malevolent thing about him. “I’ve wished death upon everyone in this hellhole. I’ve come to even welcome the thought of death, as long as it means I wouldn’t have to spend another second here. But my God has kept me strong.” 

His gaze lifted, his eyes glared at me, “your God?” I nodded and a stomach-twisting grin arose on his face. “Do you fear during your time here you’ll fall into temptation?” He walked around the desk and stepped closer to me, closer than I was comfortable with. “I take it you’re aware of the seven sins?” I nodded once more, staring at him and the proximity we stood within. “Which one do you believe you’ll fall into?” His words came out slowly.

I took a step back and he followed, “Envy.” 

His hands hooked behind his back, “Is that right? Most would’ve said–lust.” 

I was hesitant to speak, where is he going with this? “I have no reason to say that, I’m ‘pure’.” Almost regretfully I’ve never gotten the opportunity to lose it before the end of the world. But maybe that’ll help my chances. “Is this interview done now?”

A smile appeared on his face as he brushed my hair out of mine, “So eager.” He finally stepped back, “Would you ever fall into such a deadly sin? The irreversible sin?” 

I shook my head, “I have no reason to. God forbid anything tempting enough would slither its way to me. Why risk eating the forbidden fruit when you’re already comfortable with the knowledge you already hold?” Years of catholicism will leave you using bible stories as metaphors. 

The glimmer in his eyes made me realize the difference between good and evil. His breathing became heavy, “Good answer.”

Assuming it was the last one I headed towards the door, “Did I make the cut…what was your name again, sorry?” 

He raised his head while staring daggers into me with his blue eyes, “Michael Langdon…and we’ll see, you still have one test.” 

I walked to my room and sat in silence, it’s either here or downstairs with the dumbasses I’m forced to live with. I opened the one book I had time to pack, and the rest perished. The bible clung to my hands. I closed my eyes and felt my breathing get softer and warmer. My body felt like it was falling into the depths of sleep. 

God, is this the biggest test of my faith? What is to come of me? 

As I begged in faith, my door creaked. Is this a dream? There entering my domain of solitude was a person dressed in a black latex suit. “What the hell are you doing in my room, get out if I wanted to join you guys down there I would’ve,” I said sternly. The person in the suit shook their head and stepped closer. 

I set my bible in the bedside drawer. The person came closer and it was like my being recognized the person who stood underneath the suit. The tall figure, the feeling that makes me question my faith. It was clear who this was. I took the mask off and it dropped onto the floor as I realized I had been right. “Michael?” I can’t even escape the evil of this world, even in my dreams.

A sinister yet heavenly smile laid upon his face. 

“What is your test,” I asked, a little too fearlessly. The control I had in my dream felt so real. “Is it based upon how humans only care for flesh in this time of desperation and frightfulness? How do they want someone to cling to, how their selfishness is almost pitiful?” I stepped closer and stared into his piercing eyes, “All of us are no better here than the corruption that lies outside these walls.”

He tilted his head a bit in amusement, “Your biblical nature is impressive. Though I’m sure my knowledge on it is more…profound.” 

“Ask away.” 

His eyes turned what I swore to be fully black. He looked so devilish, “How did Satan come to be?”

Easy, one of the easiest questions. “He was God’s favorite, pridefulness struck him and so did foolishness. He lacked what God had plenty of, power. He must’ve found it disappointing that his favorite assumed he was better than the almighty himself. Then he was turned into nothing but a fault in the world and its sins. That’s the best question you have for me?”

Michael glared harshly at me but also seemed as if he was trying to figure me out. “You’re not as persuaded as the others–they easily fell into sin during my visits with them. But you–you stay true to your morals and beliefs.” 

“My faith is not easily shaken.” I stood tall, almost sinfully proud. I glanced down at the floor and then back to Michael. “I think you should get going. There is no test to pass, if I’ve already failed I’m okay with that.” 

His hand raised and he dragged it along my shoulder, moving my hair. He leaned in close to my ear, and I froze. “This is the test your God has laid before you.” 

At first, I was confused but then I remembered what I internally asked God before he entered my room. “Would God bestow such an easy test such as this? This lacks temptation.” 

Michael touched my gold rosary and it felt like he tugged it a bit, causing me to move an inch closer. “Temptation is all around.” He moved his hand and suddenly his hair was shorter, he had a youthful look to him–something more innocent? He had a black cape and he was wearing some maroon.

“How did you–” I paused mid-question, this is my dream. Dreams are unrealistic and filled with illusions. I hated how attractive I found him. 

His hand raised and he rested his hand behind my head. “Rules are made to be broken,” his voice sounded so deceptive. As if he was leading me astray. He moved in closer, his lips inches from mine. “Sins are to be avoided, but if it’s so immoral then why does it feel so good,” he questioned. His words came out slowly and deeply. 

My body was falling into whatever trap he seemed to be laying at my feet. But I turned away, “Michael,” I whispered. His hand dragged itself along my skin to my neck. His rings were cold and I almost gasped at the exposure. 

“Don’t you see how easily the skin falls into sin?” An incomprehensible noise left my lips. “Speak,” he said and so I did. 

“Yes.” 

In a fast motion, he turns me around and pushes me onto my bed. My chest hit the mattress, even in quickness the touch was so gentle. His fingertips dragged along my back as he moved my hair off of my nightgown. 

How could I allow myself to get into this situation? How could I allow myself to not want to get out of it? “This is wrong, morally and strictly. The woman said physical contact between two people is forbidden and punishable by death.” 

A tiny raspy laugh escaped him, “Trust me, I outrank that command.” His hands feel around my waist and I’m about to push them away but he gripped my skin roughly. 

Michael’s touch was so delicate yet rough. Again, him being a constant continuation of good and evil. Innocent and tainted. My will couldn’t be this lost. I stood up and turned around to face Michael. “I can’t do this, it doesn’t feel–right.” 

Something almost hypnotizing showed in his eyes, “This is a dream. What do you have to lose? What moral codes are you breaking?” 

My mind was filled yet hollowed out. The scales were weighed in my mind and just like the other fools I am inferior to survive with–I fell. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him eagerly. He kissed back way more intensely. 

Michael pulled away and I watched as his tongue ran along his teeth. “Ah, every human remains the same. The only societal vice that stands till the end of time.” His head tilted as his thumb touched my chin and held itself there. “What a pity, I hoped you would’ve proved me wrong.” 

A hurt expression washed over my face, “This isn’t a dream��this is the test?” 

“Smart one aren’t you.” 

I moved away from my bed and slowly backed away, “You–you tricked me? I was just a pawn in your experiment.”

Michael followed me in a begging manner, “But don’t you see? You like everyone fell into your needs, and why shy away from that?” His deception rendered me silent. “You passed.”

A/N

What other characters would you like to see one shot on? I just do my current crushes, but I'll take recommendations. Hope you like this one, it's wordier ngl, I was trying something new.

[storiesforallfandoms]

late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984

word count: 5360 (the longest fic i’ve ever written!!)

request?: yes!

“Can you do a xavier plympton smut/ fluff where theres an poc reader and basically they meet at camp redwood and xavier basically flirts with the reader alot an the readers a virgin and she has like this gold cross pendant soo his friends kinda pick with the reader about her being the only virgin out of the group, and basically xavier sneaks in the girl cabin on a late night while everyone is sleeping wakes up the poc reader and takes her virginity under the covers but she has to be quiet to not alert the other camp counselors in the female cabin…”

description: in which the good christian girl decides to delve into sin after she meets her fellow hot camp counsellor

pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected p in v, pull out method is used but fr wrap it before you tap it kids)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The minute she stepped out of her car, she knew she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. She could see the other camp counsellors gathered around by the entrance. They were all wearing skintight, revealing clothes. One girl with messy blonde hair was passing a joint to one of the boys stood next to her. An older looking man was stood with them wearing pants so tight she could make out the outline of his...downstairs area.

The gold cross hung around her neck felt like it was burning into her skin.

She swallowed her fear and forced herself towards the others. The crunching of dirt under her tennis shoes felt like a thundering stomp as the attention was pulled towards her. The blonde looked her up and down as she blew smoke from the corner of her mouth. “Who invited the Virgin Mary?”

Two of her friends snickered while the other two - a black haired girl and a tall boy with sandy blonde hair - shuffled awkwardly at the joke. Well, the girl was awkward. The boy was silent, but he was looking at her with a look in his eye she couldn’t quite place.

“I’m, um, (Y/N),” she said, ignoring the hurtful comment. “I’m a counsellor this summer, too.”

“I guess Margaret needed someone to try and keep her goodie two shows rules in place,” the blonde said. “I’m Montana. This is Brooke, Trevor, Chet, Ray, and Xavier.”

“It’s n-nice to m-meet you,” (Y/N) said.

Trevor, the man with the tight pants and a big bulge, chuckled. “Well, isn’t she adorable. Where did Margaret find you?”

“Leave her alone,” Brooke said. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N). Here, let me take you to Margaret. She’ll be able to get you acquainted here.”

Xavier watched as Brooke guided (Y/N) towards Margaret's office. Unlike the other girls, including good girl Brooke, she was completely covered in baggy clothes despite the intense heat of the summer. Which, he knew he shouldn’t have found attractive, but he did. He was so taken by her after such a short interaction.

Montana elbowed Xavier to snap him out of his train of thought. “Do not tell me you’re eyeing up the Bible humper.”

“Fuck off. I think she’s cute,” Xavier retorted, taking the joint from Ray.

“Never gonna happen, man,” Ray told him. “You’ll be lucky if you see her ankles this summer.”

“Or maybe not,” Chet added. “Most of those Christian girls are freaks. She’ll be on her knees by nightfall I’d say.”

Xavier threw the lit joint at Chet. The four remaining counsellors made noises of disapproval as the joint fizzled out on the ground. Xavier ignored them as he walked away. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he needed to get away from his shitty friends. Sure, at one point Xavier would’ve been laughing along with them at the Christian girl’s expensive, but this Christian girl was different. To him she was, anyways.

He found himself headed towards the counsellor’s quarters, which happened to be on the way past Margaret’s office. He glanced over towards the open door as he passed and noticed (Y/N) stood with Margaret. As if feeling his gaze, (Y/N) looked over and locked eyes with him. He smiled at her, hoping it looked as friendly as he meant it to. She smiled back, shyly, and quickly looked away.

That was all he needed to be wrapped around her fingers.

~~~~~~

That night, all the counsellors were gathered in the female counsellor’s cabin. It was majorly against Margaret’s rules, but that’s why they were doing it. If they were going to be forced into being Margaret’s anti-fun police for the summer, they wanted to have one last night of debauchery. That included weed, alcohol, and, if they could get away with it, sex.

When (Y/N) walked through the door, they were already well into their night of fun. Everyone turned to look at her as she took in the scene with wide eyes. She was coming from the showers, as evident by her dripping wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tank top that was so thin that it was easy to make out the outline of her brown breasts against the white fabric. Xavier had to shuffle a pillow over his growing boner.

“The Virgin Mary shows skin,” Montana commented. “How scandalous.”

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“We’re trying to have some fun,” Montana responded. “Which won’t happen if your goodie two shoes ass goes to tell Margaret on us.”

“I won’t tell.” All eyes followed her towards her bed, the one that Xavier was sat on. She put her dirty clothes into the bag and sat next to him. “Pass me a beer.”

Her request shocked everyone. Ray grabbed a bottle from the cooler and passed it to (Y/N). “You drink beer?”

“Well...no. But I’ve drank the wine at church, so I figure that’s the same thing.”

“There’s wine in church?” Trevor asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Communal wine. It’s supposed to be the blood of Christ.”

“You Bible humpers drink blood?” Ray asked. “You guys really are freaks!”

“No, it’s not - ” Xavier cut her off by putting a hand on her arm and shaking his head.

She sighed and opened the beer bottle. Her heart was hammering against her chest. What would her parents think if they found out she was drinking at camp? What would her pastor say? They had all been convinced that the camp was going to be a place of sin and tried to convince her not to go.

But she had spent her entire life being a good Christian girl. She followed everything her parents and priests had told her from the day she was born. This was the first time she had ever made a decision for herself. She was a young adult now. If she wanted to drink, then she could drink.

There’s always the option to pray for forgiveness once the summer ends, she reminded herself.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a big mouthful. When she swallowed the thick liquid, she cringed and began to gag. Her fellow counsellors laughed at her reaction.

“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.

“Here.” Brooke passed her some water. “I’ll make the beer go down easier, and it’ll wipe the taste from your mouth.”

(Y/N) accepted the water gratefully and took a sip.

The small mouthfuls of beer started working very quickly on her. By the time she had finished her first bottle of beer, (Y/N) was already feeling warm and fuzzy. She felt her body lull to the side against Xavier, who welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder, adding his bodily warmth to hers.

“Hey now, Virgin Mary, leave room for Jesus there,” Montana mocked.

“Shut the fuck up, Montana,” she retorted.

The curse was new on her tongue, but it tasted delicious as it spilled from her lips. Everyone seemed shocked and impressed by her choice of words, and she was shocked herself, but she was starting to like the feeling she was getting. Not just from the beer, but also from throwing caution to the wind and doing what most people her age did. Sure, she would likely feel some sort of guilt over the coming days about this night, but for now she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Brooke asked her. “The drinking and cursing, I mean.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Never. My parents say cursing sounds unladylike, and binge drinking is kind of viewed as a sin, especially when you’re underaged.”

“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.

“It is,” (Y/N) admitted, shocked by the fact that she really did believe that. Her whole life she had been a devout Christian, never once questioning her faith, but no one could deny how strict her Christian parents were, or how intolerant some of her devout family members and neighbors were. She had never been around people like the other counsellors before. She never knew what kind of life she could possibly have outside of her religion.

“Are you even allowed to have boyfriends?” Montana asked. “Is that a sin, too?”

“Having a boyfriend isn’t a sin, but it is awkward to try and have any form of PDA in front of parents or other adults,” (Y/N) said. “Even holding hands is awkward.”

“So have you ever been kissed?” Brooke asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, a couple times. It was very awkward, but so are most first kisses.”

“Have you ever had sex?” Montana asked. Suddenly, (Y/N) became shy again, which caused Montana to grin wickedly. “You haven’t, have you? You’re still a virgin!”

(Y/N) shrunk back against Xavier, who held her protectively towards him. “Knock it off, Montana.”

“What? I’m just stating a fact, and the fact is she’s a virgin. Poor thing will probably never know how good it feels to have a big dick all up inside of her.”

(Y/N)’s thighs clenched together at Montana’s words. Of course she had thought about sex before. She was in her early 20s, she had gone through the crazy hormonal stages of puberty where sex was the one thing on every teenager’s mind. But she never got to explore those urges. She had been taught her entire life that sex before marriage was the ultimate sin, and that if she tried to...relieve herself, so to speak, that she would also be condemned to Hell. But, boy, did she ever think of how badly she wanted someone to finally deflower her, if not just to make the sinful thoughts go away.

Her squirming definitely did not go unnoticed by Xavier, but he didn’t bring any attention to it. The last thing he wanted was for Montana to have more reasons to mock (Y/N).

“I wanna have sex,” she said in a soft voice. “But I want to be sure of it. I want it to be with someone I’m sure of.”

Xavier wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he could’ve swore he saw her eyes flicker towards him when she said the last part.

No, there’s no way, he thought. We’ve barely had a conversation together, stop thinking so highly of yourself.

But...but what if she did?

He glanced down at her again, but her attention was drawn to whatever one of the others were saying.

Maybe I could figure this out later on tonight when everyone is gone, he thought, and the idea made him smirk to himself.

~~~~~~

The male counsellors went back to their own cabin once the night had come to an end. Xavier laid in his bed, starring at the ceiling as he waited to make sure everyone was asleep. Once the cabin was filled with soft breathing and snoring, he quickly got up and pulled on his shoes. He opened the rickety door as silently as he could, stopping to cringe when it let out a squeak anyways. When none of the others stirred, he continued on his mission.

All the girls were also sound asleep. Their cabin was nearly pitch black, with just some rays of white light shining in from the full moon.

(Y/N) was laying on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she breathed softly. Xavier couldn’t help but smile at her as he made his way towards her bed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like an angel, for a lack of better words.

He knelt down next to her bed and lightly shook her. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Xavier looked over his shoulder to make sure that Brooke and Montana were definitely asleep before shaking (Y/N) a little harder. She mumbled something incoherent before her eyes slowly blinked open. When she looked at Xavier, she let out a gasp and he quickly covered her mouth to stop her from making any other noises.

“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”

“What are you doing here?!” she whispered. “If you get caught you’ll be in big trouble!”

“No one is going to catch me. Margaret has been dead asleep since before we had our little party,” Xavier said, a cocky grin on his face. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No, because my response to the answer might need the cover of nightfall.” She looked at him in confusion, so he continued, “Earlier, when you were talking about losing your virginity to someone you’re sure of, did you look at me?”

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”

She went to roll over with her back to him, but he quickly took hold of her arms and stopped her from moving.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), I need to know,” he said. “Because if you genuinely meant that, I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why? So you can brag to the others about taking the Christian girl’s virginity? I don’t think so.”

He pulled away from her, hurt by her accusation, but then realized that it was a very valid point. They barley knew each other and here he was, coming to her in the middle of the night because he thought she had inferred wanting to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t have the ill intentions that she thought he did, he clearly did not have any pure ones either.

“It’s not that at all,” he said. “I swear to you, (Y/N). I just...I’ve been very infatuated with you since we first met earlier, and that’s very unlike me because we’ve hardly talked to one another. But it’s the truth, I swear. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”

(Y/N) rolled onto her back to look up at Xavier. Her face was unreadable, which was just making things worse. He wished she would say something, anything. Even if she just told him to fuck off, with that beautiful, innocent mouth of hers.

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.

She sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. “Okay, yes I did look at you when I said that, because I would be okay with losing my virginity to you, Xavier.”

With the words officially out of her mouth, Xavier couldn’t help but pounce on her. He pressed his lips against hers, stopping whatever else was about to be sad. He got up onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was straddling her still covered body. He kissed her intensely and passionately, but not so much as to rush her or make her feel uncomfortable.

She settled into the kiss very quickly. It wasn’t the first time she had made out with someone. Again, she had been a teenager with wild hormones once. Just because she hadn’t gone all the way with anyone didn’t mean that she hadn’t at least got to second base a couple of times. Of course, she felt guilty afterwards because of her upbringing, but it always felt good in the moment. And, in this moment, it felt especially good to be kissing Xavier’s soft, plump lips like this.

But when she heard the sound of one of the girls rolling over in their beds, she quickly put a hand against his chest and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here. What if they wake up?”

“It’s so dark, they wouldn’t even know,” Xavier said. “And we’ll be quiet. Well, I will be anyways. I don’t know about you.”

She wanted to glare at him, but he quickly ducked his head down to start kissing her neck. She bit her lip to stop a moan from erupting from her mouth as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

She couldn’t lie, the thought of losing her virginity in her camp counsellor bunk while her other camp counsellors slept did sound very risky and naughty. It also sounded very cliché, which was what she wanted. If she was going to be giving into sin this summer, she may as well do it in the most cliché way possible.

Xavier slipped under the covers with her and continued to kiss down her body. He kissed around the exposed areas of her neck and chest, not wanting to push too far just yet by trying to get under her shirt. Even though he was trying to get into her pants, he still wanted to be a gentleman about it.

(Y/N) looked down at him as he disappeared under the blankets. She was confused at first. If he was planning to take her virginity, shouldn’t he be up here with her? Wasn’t that how sex worked?

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I want to make sure you’re ready before we get into it,” he responded. “I want to make you feel good first. Can I take these shorts off?”

She nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see her and said, “Yes.”

He curled his fingers around the waistband of her pants and pulled them, and her panties, down in one swift movement. She raised her hips so he could pull them down as far as her ankles. Despite the blankets still covering her lower half, she felt very naked. Even if no one else could see her if they happened to look over, she knew that Xavier could see her. And right now, he was very, very close to her.

She gasped and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth when she felt something wet against her core. “What was that?!”

“My tongue.”

(Y/N) quickly covered her mouth when she felt it against her again. She had never heard of this form of sexual intimacy before. When she was in high school, her mom had warned her about all of the “impure ways” boys would try to use her, which included them wanting to stick their penises in her mouth, but no one had ever mentioned a guy doing the same thing to her. It felt dirty, but also it felt so good.

She muffled her moans with both hands as Xavier continued to lick from her clit down to her tight, untouched hole. A wetness began pooling between her legs that he lapped up as if it were the first drink of water he had in weeks. Her body shuddered with pleasure every time his tongue connected with her. It was better than she ever could’ve imagined, and that just made her even more excited for the actual sex.

Something began to build in her stomach. A feeling she had never felt before. It felt like someone was inside of her, pushing something down from her stomach to get it out of her. She tried to tap Xavier to tell him, but she was afraid to lift her hand from her mouth in case she made a loud noise and woke the others.

“I can feel that you’re tightening up,” he said. “That means you’re getting close. Lean into it, beautiful. Let it happen. Cum all over my mouth.”

It was enough to send her toppling over the edge. She pressed her hands against her mouth as hard as she could as a scream of pleasure ripped from her lips. Xavier’s fingertips dug into her hips as he held her to him, taking in every bit of her juices that he could. He knew it was her first time having an orgasm, but he didn’t expect for her to become so wet and to finish so quickly just from his tongue. His dick twitched with excitement at the thought of being inside of her.

With one last kiss to her clit, Xavier began kissing up her stomach, lifting her shirt slightly as he left messy, wet marks over her belly, her chest, her neck, and finally getting to her face. Through the white moonlight, (Y/N) could see a glisten on his mouth and chin. Between her legs throbbed as she realized that was her slick on him.

He gently moved his hands away from her mouth so he could kiss her. The taste of his lips were much different, and she knew that was because that was the taste of her on him. It was all just so hot that she almost couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She was sure she was dreaming it all, that she’d wake up in this bed alone and unsatisfied.

Xavier reached under the covers to start pulling down his own pants, but hesitated a moment. He pulled away from the kiss, (Y/N) trying to follow him with her own lips.

“Wait,” he said. “Before we go all the way, I have to check in one last time. Are you okay with this, (Y/N)?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Xavier. Please.”

“Okay, but if you want to stop at all you tell me, okay? I know I just warmed you up, but it is going to hurt at first either way. If it’s too much, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

He sat up and pulled his pants down around his knees. His dick sprang free from its confides, standing painfully at attention in the moonlight. (Y/N) looked at it with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the first penis she’d see, but it was certainly a big one. She wondered how it would even fit inside of her.

Xavier placed his hands under her thighs and pulled them up so they were wrapped around his hips. The ran the head of his dick through the slick that was still left over from him having been between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, quickly putting a hand over her mouth again. Both of them glanced over to make sure Brooke and Montana were still peacefully sleeping.

“I’m going to put it in now,” Xavier told her. “I’ll do it very slowly, okay?”

She nodded. He thrust his hips forwards a little, pushing just the tip of his cock into her. He hissed at the tight feeling around his already sensitive tip. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever last when she was already gripping him so tightly and he barely had the head of his dick inside of her.

(Y/N) gasped into her hand at the feeling. Xavier pushed until his head was completely inside of her, stretching her out. The stretch was definitely a painful, burning feeling. It was like her body knew he wasn’t supposed to be in there and wanted him out, but she wanted him in there. She had fantasized about this since the first time she had ever laid her eyes on Xavier - a time she knew he had definitely forgotten.

He lick his thumb and lowered it between them, pressing it against her clit and gently rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whimpered at the gesture.

“This should help make it feel better,” he told her. “Just until I can get all the way inside of you, okay?”

She nodded again. At this point, talking was definitely not happening. Any noise that were to come out of her mouth would just be a moan or a whimper of pleasure, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the volume down without her hands over her mouth.

Xavier continued to push inside of her while gently rubbing circles into her clit. He looked between them and watched as his dick disappeared into her. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, trying to stop any sounds that might come out unintentionally. It felt so good inside of her that he already did not want the this to end. He just wanted to stay inside of her forever, feel her warm walls gripping around him, look at her beautiful face as it contorted in pure ecstasy.

When he was buried all the way inside of her, he leaned down and took her hand from her mouth so he could kiss her. He continued to rub her clit, but he kept himself deep inside of her so she could get used to his size. She moaned into the kiss, her body inadvertently jerking from the pleasure she was feeling. The motion caused Xavier’s hips to move forward to fill her again. It was just a slight movement, but it was enough that it drove Xavier wild.

“Do that again,” she whispered against his lips.

“What?”

“The way you moved your hips. Do it again, please. It felt really good.”

He smiled down at her and gently grinded his hips against hers. Her mouth hung open, but no sounds were coming now. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and that was all Xavier needed to tell him he was doing a good job.

He took his hand from between her legs so he could fully press himself against her. He captured her lips with his again and continued to gently thrust into her. The slow sensation was enough to make his orgasm build at a quicker rate than he would’ve liked, but he knew he wasn’t going to finish until she did. He wanted to feel her cum around him at least once before he would let himself finish.

Luckily, he could feel that familiar tightening feeling; where her walls started grasping at him tighter than before and he could feel her stomach tensing beneath him.

“Remember what I said earlier,” he whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me feel you cum all over this dick.”

She nodded, soft whimpers coming from her mouth. It wasn’t too long afterwards that he felt her clenching around him so tightly that he was sure she was going to rip his dick off just with her pussy. He kissed her hard, muffling her cries of pleasure. His hips were stilled as he let her ride out her climax, knowing that if he were to move anymore he’d definitely cum, too, and he wasn’t going to cum inside of her. That was too dangerous. He didn’t want to be responsible for any sort of backlash from her parents once she got home from camp, even if that ship had already sailed.

When the feeling of her quivering became too much, Xavier quickly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees again. He pushed her tank top up just enough to expose her belly and the underside of her boobs. It only took a few pumps of his hand, slick from her juices over his dick, before he was exploding over her stomach. He threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan.

They both were still, panting to catch their breaths. Xavier looked down at (Y/N), now covered in his seat, and he felt his dick twitch again. If he could take a picture of this moment, he would. And he would’ve stuck it in his wallet so he could look at it all the damn time.

He reached for her discarded towel from earlier that night and wiped her off. She hissed when he wiped between her legs, and he mumbled as soft, “Sorry.”

They both pulled their pants back up and got themselves straightened away before Xavier laid down next to her. He figured he could spare a few moments just to cuddle up close to her before he would have to run back to his cabin and his bed to try and get some sleep. (Y/N) rolled into his chest, taking in his warmth and the scent of him that was quickly becoming her favorite scent; the smell of his hair paste and the sweet cologne he wore. She wished she could combine them together into a perfume that she would wear for the rest of her life.

It was silent for some time except for the soft breathing of her bunkmates and the occasional snore that came from Brooke. Once her head had finally stopped feeling lightheaded, (Y/N) decided it was time to confess to Xavier.

“I’ve seen you before, you know.”

He moved so he could look down at her. “What?”

“I was in one of your aerobics classes,” she said. “Not very long ago, maybe a few months ago? One of my friends signed us up because she heard it was a good way to stay in shape.”

“I...I feel so bad to say that I don’t...remember,” Xavier said. He was sure he would’ve remembered seeing this beautiful specimen in one of his classes. He saw so many faces every day, but he always remembered the prettiest ones, and (Y/N) was definitely a face to remember.

“I wasn’t in it long enough to be remembered,” she admitted. “We walked in, and I saw you and...well...I started feeling...impure things when I saw you in your tight suit doing all those hip movements and stuff. You were in the middle of another class so we had to wait. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to start our class because my friend’s parents walked in to bring her something she had forgotten and saw the way everyone was dressed and how they were all moving. They were appalled. They dragged us out and brought us home. Told my parents, who grounded me for a week because of it. They claimed that we were trying to behind their backs, but I truly had no idea what I was in for when I agreed to go.”

Xavier cringed. He felt terrible hearing the way (Y/N) must’ve lived her entire life. Having to be afraid of mistakenly doing something “impure” or “sinful” and getting punished for it, even if the “sinful” things were just basic things that happen in life. He wished he could’ve taken away all those bad times from her memory and replace them with good ones; memories where (Y/N) could just be a normal person and not have to worry about God’s wrath or whatever they said in churches.

“That’s why I glanced at you when we were talking about sex,” (Y/N) continued. “Because...because I had fantasies about this very situation happening since the day I first saw you.”

Xavier couldn’t help but smirk proudly at that. “And did the actual thing live up to your expectations?”

She giggled. “Majorly.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

There was another moment of silence before Xavier added, “It doesn’t have to be a one time thing, though.”

(Y/N) turned to rest her chin on his chest. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...maybe, once the summer ends, we could go on some proper dates. Maybe...actually be a couple?”

(Y/N)’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she looked at him. He smiled at how beautiful she was, and at how lucky he was to be the one she was looking at.

“Really?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” he responded.

Her reply was by attacking his face with kisses. He chuckled as she left not one inch of his face unkissed, ending with her lips against his.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.

“I could tell,” he said. “I should go before I get in trouble for being here.”

“I guess you should.”

He didn’t move to leave right away. He continued to gaze into her eyes for a moment longer, before kissing her one last time and getting up from her bed. He couldn’t help but looking back at her as he made his way towards the door. She was still smiling at him as he finally allowed the door to swing shut behind him, obstructing his view of her.

He couldn’t help but stand outside the door for a moment, letting out a long, happy sigh, before making his way back to the boy’s cabin.

I’ve never written poc!reader before so I hope this is okay! I usually don’t describe anything with my general x reader fics because I want them to be inclusive for everyone, but I don’t mind writing specific ones like this when asked!

[enchantedruin]

“Why are you still fighting this?” My voice was calm, measured. “You know how this ends.”

You flinched at the cold truth of my words, but I could tell you were trying to hide it.

Good.

Fear makes people weak, but it also makes them desperate. And desperate people can be bent.

[auroracalisto]

oh god, i want to feel again

xavier plympton x reader, 3.3k words summary: the reader is the one of the two survivors from their little friend group along with brooke. all alone with a set of friends who are only around her for "status," she finds herself back at camp redwood. a/n: a complete rewrite of this fic from 2021. the fandom may be dead but I adored this fic when I initially wrote it. it deserves 23-year-old aurora's edits. some elements are the same but... it's clear that I have either grown as a writer or something has happened to the original writer within me (perhaps too many bouts of bridgerton and romance-esque things but let's not get into that) tw: death, mentions of dead bodies, suicidal thoughts, implied depression and anxiety, mentions of god and jesus christ but like not positively used (ones in an instance of finding a dead body YAY).

For someone who claimed they were terrified of the very place your old friend group died, you sure as hell didn't seem like it. At least, not on the outside. Brooke would have been trembling on the spot, but not you. No, you felt almost... well, not terrified, but worried.

You should have never let them talk you into coming back to Camp Redwood. How utterly foolish. Things always went wrong in this godforsaken camp, and it was nothing new to you. You knew it. Just the essence of the forest around it sent shivers down your spine.

And yet, here you were. The three you stood near fawned over the scenery. It was beautiful, yes, and it was just as beautiful as it had been when you had last been there. It hadn't changed a bit. But there was something gnawing inside of you. This place made you more nervous than you would like to admit.

Just thinking about it—about everything that had happened. It made you want to cry.

But the trio you had become a fourth wheel for said that they would be quick. They just wanted to take a look around, maybe check out the cabins.

You knew better. Coming back to Camp Redwood would lead to disaster. Coming back to the damned place was a death wish—and your past self, the one from just a few years ago, even, would have hit you for being so stupid to come back.

There was something about the camp that drew you in. As if there was something within your soul that knew it needed to be there. How foolish.

It had only taken an hour for your "friends" to leave your side, but you weren't surprised. They had never been truly good friends. In fact, the closest one to you, Nellie, had said that the other two were only friends with you for publicity. Sheryl and Junie didn't really care about you other than for some popularity points in LA's scene.

Being the only other survivor besides Brooke, you were like a little legend in your town.

It hadn't been Brooke. But it was your word against everything.

God, you missed her. She had been a good friend for the short time you knew her. All of your friends had been, in one way or another.

Chet knew how to get you fired up when it mattered most. Ray was earnest and always lended a helping hand. Montana knew exactly how to dress for any kind of scenario, and all of the little beauty tips she had given you made you feel like she truly cared about you. And Xavier. Oh, God, did you miss Xavier.

There wasn't a day that went by that you didn't think of the blonde jazzercise instructor.

It hurt your heart to know that he was gone. Forever. There was no coming back from what took him so long ago. And for what? For your "friends" to get excited over? For the crime fanatics to fantasize over? It was despicable. Deplorable, even.

On your way up to the camp, despite the urge within you to make them drop you off and you'd just walk home, you heard Sheryl talk about the Night Stalker. How handsome and ridiculously attractive he was. How she would let him have her in whatever way possible.

It made you sick to even think about it. Perhaps you should have made them drop you off and pick you up later. It would have been so much easier that way.

Maybe then you wouldn't have felt so sick to your stomach.

But here you were. It was 1987—three years after the massacre of your friends, and three years after you barely made it out alive. Half-alive, anyway. You were barely living, just going through the motions of what it meant to eat, breathe, and sleep. Even then you hardly did well at it.

You found yourself sitting on the edge of that oh-so-familiar dock, staring out at the lake. The water was dark and murky—not how you remembered. It had been so beautiful before, but perhaps that was how the world worked. As the years grew long and the soil grew spoiled, things changed. It had been quite some time since you last looked out to the water.

What else happened here?

You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut.

You just wanted to leave. That was the first thing that came to mind. The second was, What the actual fuck was that?

Something brushed against your foot.

Your heart leapt to your throat and you quickly scrambled to your feet, suppressing a scream. You looked down at the water and saw a bloated body. A human body.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," left your chapped lips. The body had obviously been in the water for some time.

You took a couple steps back, your hands gripping at the edge of your shirt as you tried to ground yourself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you breathed out, burying your face in your hands for just a moment.

As you looked up, you saw it—a flash of two blonde heads in the corner of your eye, standing by one of the decaying cabins.

The girls weren't blonde. Nellie was a brunette, Sheryl had unnaturally red hair that she claimed was natural, and Junie's hair was black.

You blinked slowly and almost thought, for just a moment, that perhaps you had truly lost it. Perhaps you were truly crazy and the fumes of the decaying body were getting to you—but then, you saw it.

That outfit.

The blues and whites and that signature coat.

Were you dreaming?

You didn't know. Even so, you found your feet moving before you could even think to stop them. In a matter of seconds, you were running. Through the mud, through the roots that sprung up from the cold ground. You nearly tripped a time or two as the cold air burned your lungs. You ran through the tree limbs that continued to snag your shirt and skin. However, you didn't stop. You didn't care. If that was who you thought it was, it didn't matter if you hurt yourself or scratched up your outfit.

It was okay.

It would be worth it.

You reached the area you had thought you saw him—the girls' cabin. It had to have been. That's where you had hung out during the short time you were at the camp.

The sight of the log building made you sick to your stomach. This whole thing made you sick.

If only you had listened to your gut feeling and passed up on the invite, then you wouldn't be standing here, questioning your sanity.

This was stupid. This was freakish, and your therapist would give you an earful when you returned to your sessions. You knew it.

But then, you heard a voice.

"Y/n?"

You didn't move for a moment, just registering the voice. It wasn't just any voice—it was Xavier's voice.

He's dead. It's not him. You're going insane, you thought, but you spun around anyway. Your eyes were wide.

You saw him standing there, all alone. He gave you an incredulous look before he rushed forward, his arms wrapping tightly around you. One of his hands rested on the back of your head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of you—one he hadn't had for some time.

"What—what is—" you breathed out, your arms quickly wrapping around his body. "What the hell? You're dead," you said, tears forming in your eyes almost immediately. You buried your face in his chest. He's dead. He has to be. But he feels so very real, and it confuses you to no avail. "Xavier, you're supposed to be dead. Why are you here?"

Xavier chuckled softly, his hand gently brushing some of your hair away from your face so he could get a good look at you.

"You're smart, Y/n," he softly said. "Tell me why I'm still here."

"Ghost?" was the only thing you said.

He smiled at you. "God, I never thought I'd see you again. Why are you here?"

"My... my friends—"

You were interrupted, a scream erupting through the trees. Birds flew into the blue sky, spooked by the shrill noise.

You slightly pulled back, hands gripping onto Xavier. You didn't want to let go of him.

"My friends brought me here," you said, looking over your shoulder.

Xavier rose an eyebrow.

"What's going on?" you asked, looking up at him once more. You paid no mind to the scream—a part of you didn't care what happened, as awful as that sounded. The other part of you ached to go and help them, but you couldn't. Xavier was standing in front of you.

He was here. You couldn't let that go.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.

"How are you—how are you here? You're a ghost, sure, but..."

He continued to smile, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Yes."

"That's... that doesn't help me," you huffed, noticing a smear of blood on his cheek. You reached forward, your thumb rubbing it off. You frowned up at him. "How the hell are you still here?"

"I don't know," he finally admitted. "None of us know. We're all here. Well... save for you and Brooke."

You blinked, furrowing your eyebrows. "You... what? You're all still here?"

The question chokes you up, and your tears are instant. "Xavier, I—I never thought I'd see you again. and you're—everyone is still here? Really?"

"You're taking this pretty well," Xavier said, snorting softly. He leaned forward, unable to keep his lips off of your skin. He presses a soft kiss to your lips. He'd missed you dearly, if you'd bother to ask.

"I watched all of you die," you breathed out. "I thought you were all gone. But you—you're not gone. You're still here."

Xavier watched you with his pretty blue eyes. "I really never expected to see you again," he said, giving you another tight hug. "Why did you come with them?"

"Um," you said, frowning a bit. "Closure?" You posed your answer as a question. "A chance to... to come to peace with what happened?"

"You sure as hell aren't getting that," he said, letting out a laugh. His lips found their way to your forehead.

You let your eyes shut. "It's only been three years, X," you said. "I've lived... three hell-filled years without you guys. I miss you so much."

You swallowed thickly, completely pulling away from him. You shakily wiped your tears away. "I... Brooke was sentenced. They are convinced she did it. Said there was plenty of evidence pointing to her, but I—I was there too. I don't understand why I didn't—why they didn't blame me," you rambled.

Xavier pursed his lips and he gently took your hands into his. "It's okay. It's not your fault. You know how the justice system is," he said, snorting softly. "It's not like it's a diamond in the rough. It's tough out there."

Your bottom lip quivered as you looked up at him. "Xavier..."

He smiled softly at you. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"I... I missed you. I miss you. I miss you guys so much, Xavier. You have no idea."

"Do you think that's why you came?" he asked, looking down at you. "To... be closer?"

Your eyes widened a bit. You hadn't thought of it like that. But maybe, subconsciously, that's what was happening. Your mind knew that it was a way to be closer to your friends. You never expected that you would literally get closer to them, in every way possible.

"You make a good point," you said, sniffling softly.

Xavier grinned, leaning forward to cup your cheeks. "You look hot for a twenty-six-year-old," he said.

You slapped his hand away, and warmth flooded to your cheeks. "It's been three years, not a fucking decade!"

His smile only grew. "You do, though."

You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling softly. "You... Xav, it's only been three years," you repeated. "I never thought I'd see you again. I can't believe you're here. I... it's so hard to live without you. I never imagined I'd have to do it."

His smile vanished, replaced with a frown. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead again. You closed your eyes as his lips lingered.

"I know," he said. "But you can't stay here. There's nothing here that would support someone who's alive. You need to go back home, get back to your life."

A snort escaped you. "I don't have a life," you said. "I work. I go home. I sometimes have therapy which doesn't fucking work. I try to ignore the people who brought me here but they leave so many messages on my answering machine sometimes that I want to actually—"

A voice interrupts you, and it's obvious that the speaker is relieved.

"Oh, thank god. They're not your friends?"

Your eyes widened and you quickly spun around, seeing the blood-covered Montana. You could hardly breathe as you let go of Xavier, rushing over to the woman. You wrapped your arms around Montana as tightly as you possibly could.

"Oh my god," you breathed, tears forming in your eyes once more. You silently cursed yourself for the constant waterworks, but the camp seemed to just... draw it out of you. This entire situation was nuts.

"Uh, definitely not God," Montana laughed, hugging you back. "God, Y/n, why the hell are you here? You look hot."

"Hey, back off!" Xavier scoffed. "I already told her that."

Montana just smiled, pulling back. Your clothes were now bloody, but you didn't even look. You shakily wiped your tears away.

"I just... I can't believe you are actually here. Are you sure I'm not crazy? Am I dreaming? Pinch me," you said, holding your arm out to Montana.

She snorted and pinched you, hard. It left a mark.

Xavier smiled and reached forward, grabbing your bicep. "We're here, Y/n. No dreaming for you."

You lost track of time.

When you finally looked out of the dusty cabin window, the moon was peaked high in the sky.

With a slow blink, you looked over at your friends, not really knowing what to say. You didn't want to leave them, again. You couldn't. Not when you now know that they've been here this whole time while you've been grieving their deaths. Not when Xavier has been here.

You reached forward and took Xavier's hand, dragging him out of his conversation with Chet. Chet didn't seem too mad about it, though, and he just grinned at you before going to talk to Ray.

"Can we talk? Outside?"

Xavier smiled at you and simply nodded. He stood up and pulled you to your feet, leading you outside of the cabin. You stood on the edge of the cabin steps. Xavier leaned against the railing and you slowly sat down on the steps.

"Xavier... I can't... leave. I can't leave you guys. Not again."

"What?"

"I've got nothing out there for me, Xavier. I can't leave—"

"—absolutely not. I know what you want. You're not doing that. No way in hell. You're the only one of us who survived, and you need to keep on living, Y/n."

"I only survived because you guys all died before I escaped," you said, your bottom lip quivering. "Final girl trope my ass. Xavier, I can't function without you guys. I can't—I can't do anything without thinking about all of you."

"You will, eventually," Xavier said, sending you a soft smile. He leaned forward and took your hands in his again. "You're strong. You'll be able to."

"When, X?" you questioned. "When I've reached my eightieth birthday?"

He snickered softly and kissed your cheek. "That's bullshit and you know it. You'll be okay. You need to go home, Y/n. You know that we're here. You can visit any time you want to. Stay alive, for me."

"But I—I'll continue to age," you said. "And you'll stay here, exactly the same."

Xavier grinned. "Well, you continue to age for the fuckers who can't. Get a pretty spouse. Make some pretty babies. Come and see us when you have the time."

He was trying to talk you out of it. He didn't want you dead. Hell, if you had died when everything first happened, it would be different. But you were alive. You had so much to live for. He had protected you until his last breath, and he would do it again if he could. Even if it meant sending you away, no matter how much he would have rather had you there.

"I'll continue to age, X. But I'm not ever gonna marry. And I won't ever have kids. Don't lie to yourself."

"Why not?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched you.

"Because the one person I wanted that with is here. Not aging. Dead. A ghost. For fucks sake, Xavier."

He stopped for just a moment, letting go of your hands. "What?" he asked, tilting his head. "Who?"

"What?" you repeated. "You, Xavier," you said. "I didn't want to come back here because I was afraid I'd find your things. Your jacket. Your—your clothes you left in your duffle bag. I didn't want to come back and see the things that you had. I didn't expect—I didn't expect your whole damn ghost. I don't—I don't want to age. I don't want to go and get married and have pretty babies. I wanted to marry you," you said, choking back a sob. "I wanted to date you more. I wanted to fall in love with you even more than I already loved you. You dying made me realize that I would never have that. That I would never love anyone as much as I loved you, Xavier. As much as I still love you."

Xavier didn't say a word, watching you intently.

"I've mourned you every damn day. I—I've wondered, why in the hell did this happen? Why couldn't I have just died with you? And I nearly did it. Several times, Xavier. I would have done it again. After today. If I came here and saw that you... you still had things here. If I saw something that seemed like you or your blood or that damned oven, I—I would have done it."

Xavier quickly took your hands again. "Stop it. Stop talking like that."

"And see? You can't even say it! I've loved—I've mourned you for so long," you said, letting out a soft sob. "You've stared a tee this whole time and said noth—"

You were cut off by cold lips pressing against yours. But just as soon as you had been interrupted, you started kissing him back. You were still crying, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks—all of your pent-up exhaustion and rage releasing with your tears.

Xavier slightly pulled back and let his head press against yours. "I love you, too, Y/n. More than anything."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Xavier leaned forward and wiped your falling tears away.

"The... the only way you can stay here is if... if you die."

You took in a deep breath, looking up at him. You locked eyes with his, not wanting to look away. "I'll do anything I have to. I just can't leave you. Not again. I won't do it."

Xavier sadly smiled, and the ghost felt his own tears begin to form. "Alright, then," he softly said. "I won't stop you." He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. He was getting what he wanted, even it it felt pretty bittersweet. "How do you... how do you wanna go, baby? It's your choice."

You thought for just a moment. You had thought this out many times before. You looked up at him, and your answer fell from your lips.

"I..."

[toska-writes]

hello i just find u'r blog and immediately fall in love with u'r works, i just want to say thanku so much for all u'r beautiful writings! it's just not easy to find platonic fic and I'm really grateful to find u'r blog 😭❤️ if u don't mind please make more codywan x padawan reader, no pressure tho only if u want it. once again thanku and have a nice day love 🥺❤️❤️

Thank you! I love this ship sm

“Dinner Party”

Paring: Codywan x padawan reader (Platonic)

Warning: mentions of food and eating if you don’t like that kind of stuff but nothing else

Word count: 1189

Notes: so I didn’t do a great job with the Codywan and it’s mainly just Cody so…. I’ll have to give this prompt another go

Obi-wan tapped his foot absentmindedly under the table. Over and over again. You seemed to be the only one to notice as the rest of the room was filled with loud chatter from the many different senators.

Looking around for a second it seemed that Cody had also taken an interest of Obi-wand nervous habit- it was quite hard for a young padawan and a Clone commander to find common ground with the many different people that filled the room.

Of course your master didn't seem to have the problem when he wasn't lost in thought.

You had to admit Cody looked quite odd in a military uniform instead of his sunburst armor that apparently can come off. But a change in pace can be good sometimes.

As your master came back to reality since he wasn't really invested in what a highly decorated senator was saying he looked between the two of you clearly puzzled by your stares. "Is something wrong?"

Both you and Cody made eye contact and a huge smile played at you lips. "Oh no Master I was just wondering how you view Senator Gunrays insights on Coruscant and weather you believe in any of them."

He stared at you for a moment then shot a quick look at the person you were talking about.

A quick nod from him then he said. "Oh yes my young padawan it seems he did say some very interesting things." He fished around his mind for some words. "You can learn many things from the people around you if you just listen."

Cody leaned over from your left side giving Obi-wan quite the look who was sitting to your right, basically asking if he was serious.

"Any more insightful tips to give your padawan sir?." Cody said in quite the formal voice but his eyes said other wise.

"I'll let you know when I think of another dear" was all he quipped back when the clatter of dinner trays filled the room.

You felt a slight nudge to your shoulder as Cody leaned closer to your ear. "Thank the maker I'm starving."

You really could only nod in response since you were also ravenous and a plate full of food was being sat down in front of you.

It was your turn now to give your Commander a quick nudge as you looked to see his eyes blow wide, taking in the abundant food.

Looking at your own plate you felt sort of.... Disappointed?

Not that you weren't grateful to be sitting in a lavish room full of very important people about to eat a full meal that just came out hot, because you were.

The food just didn't seem right for you.

A lump of grayish blue mystery food sat towards the edge of your plate decorated with unusually green ferns.

The main course was- using your best guess some sort of fish. Forks and drinks clanked together as you watch many others enjoying what seemed to be the same meal, but the smell that wafted through the air from your plate made you question if they were really enjoying it.

It would be rude if you didn't eat it though right?

Picking your fork up after choosing what you hoped was ‘the right one’ from the multiple that sat beside your plate you gathers some of the food onto the fork.

To your right Cody clearly was trying to slow down but when all you get is ration bars this must be heaven. This was one of the many reasons you discovered as to why Obi-wan fought so hard for Cody to sit next to everyone at this party as an equal and not just a soldier.

The smell got stronger as it travels closer and closer to your face. I don’t want to be rude, you thought once again and stuffed the dinner into your mouth.

In that moment it finally answered the question of what the underside of a Bantha would taste like.

It traveled roughly down your throat leaving an odd burning sensation in its place.

“Are you alright Y/N” Obi-wan turned to you now as he once again somehow stomached the food in front of him.

“Oh yes master, just taking my time enjoying my food.” You reluctantly scooped another bite and ate that too under the watchful eye of your master.

Before he could respond a loud senator near the head of the table called for Obi-wan to be apart of whatever they were discussing. Weather it was an act under the influence or sober was up for debate.

You were grateful that something on the table was familiar and you downed that water like there was no tomorrow.

The need to eat food and the fact that it was gross was fighting with eachother inside of you as you took yet another bite.

If you didn’t want to scare the senators off by throwing up all over the table you decided for the best that that was your last attempt to be nice.

With a huff you leaned back in your care, crossing you arms over your front. “Not a fan of the food sir?” Cody inquired setting his cleaned off fork nicely on the plate that matched it.

The best answer you could give was a simple nod then you had to add.” Since I’m telling you Cody it tasted like absolute bantha shit.”

Cody laughed at your remark nearly knocking over a few glasses in the process. The odd looks from other senators went unnoticed by the pair as they continued to laugh.

“I’ll have to be honest Y/N I think it was that too.” Cody added after you collected yourself.

“I can’t believe you ate that.” You laughed again. This conversation seemed more like two siblings joking at the dinner table then it did two commanders pretty much sitting in at a political meeting, strange how somethings are.

“I think I have a few snacks on the ship if you didn’t like the food but I’m afraid I can’t get them now.” Obi-wan added under his breath when he finally got away from the talking for a few moments.

“I can mange until then but thank you master.” Without another word and before being pulled back into another ‘very interesting’ conversation Obi-wan pulled some of your untouched food onto his own plate.

“No need to offend the chef now.” He spoke before his name was called yet again.

You felt Cody shuffle beside you, digging in the pockets he wasn’t every used to and tried to find something.

After a moment and satisfied with what he found he slid you something across the table. “Taste like sand but it might be a little better then nothing at all.”

You couldn’t even spare a question as you opened the ration bar and started eating it right away. “Is that the only thing you could find to fit in your pockets since a blaster wouldn’t do it?” You asked with a smile.

“Oh no Crys is just a picky eater.”

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97

[taehyungsgrowl]

Hiiieee do u have a masterlist by any chance?

hii! i haven’t made a masterlist for any of my bts fics bc i only have two posted so far! the namjoon x reader fic that’s pinned and this little seokjin one shot

BUT if you were asking about / interested in reading stuff i wrote for american horror story (mostly cody fern characters) this is that masterlist

thank you for reading my work 🩵

[atwistedtalehq]

CHARACTER NAME: lestat de lioncourt CHARACTER FACECLAIM: cody fern CHARACTER AGE/DOB (if from enchanted forest, general age okay): november 7th 1882 / changed august 18th 1903 CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC: he/they, bisexual/romantic/polyam CHARACTER FANDOM: the vampire chronicles / merged into ouat monsterland OC OR CANON: canon WHICH LAND ARE THEY FROM (examples: earth, enchanted forest, wonderland, monsterland [frankenstein, dracula, vamps etc], neverland): monsterland CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY: lestat was the youngest of three sons– five other children having not survived childhood. as the youngest child, lestat stood to inherit no lands or fortunes. as such, lestat set about forging his own path in life. from 12, he began education in a monastery and decided he would enter the order as a brother when the time came. however, this was opposed to his father and brother’s ideas, and they proceeded to pull him from his education.

another attempt at building his own life came around the age of 16, when lestat disappeared with a travelling group of actors. he fell in love with performing. however, it didn’t last long. as days later he woke up to the actors gone and his brothers to take him home.

it isn’t until his twentieth year that lestat finally finds true freedom. he meets and befriends and violinist named nicholas, and upon his mother’s insistence that lestat know freedom, he travels with nicolas.

here, he gains a job as a backstage assistant in a theatre, while later being offered a shot at going on stage and becoming a professional actor. however, it is not long into this that something drastic happens. a change lestat was wholly unprepared for, when a man named magnus enters his life.

magnus kidnaps lestat and very soon after, he is made into a vampire. however, his maker quickly commits suicide and lestat is left to grapple with eternity on his own, adapting to his new life. however, as magnus’ only fledgling, he inherits all his wealth. and so, lestat buys the theatre he used to perform at, but tends to avoid contact with the human world he was once a part of, including nicholas.

in fact, it is during this time that lestat first gets a glimpse at other worlds: a mistake one night, leaving him falling through a portal to another world.

earth.

and somehow, later, others from his life back home come through and connect with him: his mother being one of these.

it isn’t until a while later that lestat’s mother, gabrielle, arrives in paris, dying, that a further change occurs in lestat: he forges his own first fledgling, changing his mother into a vampire to save her.

for months, they travel and live together, eventually taking in nicki and changing him too. many different events occur over this time, including lestat meeting and coming to know of armand and then by extension, marius. inevitably, this leads to lestat being fed some of marius’ ancient blood to regain his strength after burying himself in the ground for a time after his mother leaves him.

shortly after meeting marius, he takes him to see those who must be kept – akasha and enkil, the first vampires and rulers of their kind who appear as living statues. marius explains then how vampires came to being, and the next night, when lestat is alone, he visits akasha and enkil to try and wake them inspite of marius’ warnings against this.

his plan actually works, and akasha allows lestat to drink her blood as she drinks his. that is until enkil awakens in a jealous rage and attacks lestat. thankfully, lestat is saved by marius. marius then tells lestat to leave the island and although reluctant, lestat agrees. and this… is where he comes to new orleans. and meets louis de pointe de lac.

from here, the events unfold as is known: lestat, louis and later claudia spend some 60 years together, before going their separate ways. their time together is beautiful, but clouded with tragedy and pain.

over the years, there are a couple of occasions where lestat and louis reunite, but never for very long. perhaps… that is due to change.

especially now lestat is drawn back to storybrooke, a place where he can practically feel the magic coming through.

OOC INFORMATION: 

MUN NAME/ALIAS: alex

MUN AGE: 28

MUN PRONOUNS: he/him or they/them

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Reassurance

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: sometimes you just need a little reassurance

“Hey,” Xavier rolls over, to look at her in the dark. She’s lying on her back, and though he can’t see her face, he knows that she’s awake, and she’s thinking. He reaches for her but she pulls away. “What’s wrong?” he asks confused. 

“Do you love me Xav?” she asks him. 

“Yes?” he says with surprise. “What’s going on?” she sighs and puts her hands behind her head. “Talk to me.” he says, sitting up on his elbow. She turns her head so their eyes meet. 

“I don’t….I don’t feel like this is going anywhere,” genuine fear streaks through him, he can feel it churn in his stomach. “I just don’t feel like you’re really into me-”

“I am.” he says quickly, touching her face gently. “Believe me. I am.” 

“But how do I know that for sure? You don’t tell me, you aren’t very affectionate and I know that’s not your fault….I just feel like an annoyance I guess...Like you only stay with me out of pity-” he kisses her, pressing his lips against hers hard, trying to kiss all the fear and confusion away from the both of them. 

“What do you want me to say?” he whispers before kissing her again, “I love the way you look in the morning, when the sun shines in here and you’re just waking up. I love when your hair is a mess and I love watching you tame it.” he takes her hands in his and holds them against his lips, she stays quiet, unsure of what to say. “I love watching you cook, and I love it when you try to teach me, even though I’m a hopeless case,” she giggles, glad he can’t see her face in the dark. 

“I love your body. Your curves, the way your muscles move in your skin. I love how delicate your hands are, I could kiss the pads of your fingers all day.” he does just that. “I love the way you say my name, I love when you moan it, when you whisper it, when you speak it. You make me feel like the only person in the room. The only one who matters.” He pushes his leg between hers, intertwining their legs together. 

“I love your smile. When I’ve had a bad day, coming home and seeing that...it makes everything alright, I know I can leave all the anger and frustrations of the day outside the door, because I’m home. I’m with you and that’s all that matters at that point. I love the way you touch me, the caress of your hand, the warmth of your mouth. You can get me to do anything you want me to if you kiss me. I’m all yours.” 

“I love that you listen to me. You want to hear about my day, about my past. You want me to let you in. And even though I fought that and resisted it, you broke through and now I can’t think of ever living without you. I don’t want to ever live without you. You Y/N L/N are my person. You are my rock. The one being in this whole fucked up world that I can count on. And that means a lot to me. I’ll never tolerate you. I’ll never take you for granted. I just want to love you. But you have to teach me. You have to show me how and tell me what you want….I’ll be anything you want.” 

She can feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to him. She buries her face in his chest, sobbing as he smooths his fingers through her hair and rubs her back. She feels safe, she feels content. 

“I love you….so much Xavier. I would die for you.” he wipes the tears from her face and kisses her nose softly. 

“Shhh. Don’t say that. You’ll never have to worry about something like that. Just stay with me. Please. I need you. I promise. I’ll be more open. I’ll tell you everyday. How special you are. How important you are. Just don’t leave me.” his voice cracks, this is the most intimate and sacred moment they have ever had. She’ll keep this conversation in her heart forever. 

“I won’t leave you.” she kisses him and can feel his own tears against her lips. “I’ll never leave you. I promise.” 

[terrifiedangel]

fallen angel / antichrist

[holylangdon]

Sweet Creature (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Request: N/A

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Outpost!Michael, Maybe OOC Michael, Michael lowkey getting off on making the reader open up to him, sexual tension (maybe), mentions of death and black magic/resurrection, reader sold her soul/married Satan

Word Count: 895

A/N: this is the first ahs-related thing i’ve written in about six months so please... don’t bully me too hard. also let me just take a second and plug my multifandom sideblog @mhysaisamaster. i post mainly mcu & got fanfic there but i’m open to write for a bunch of other fandoms. 

“Hmm...” Michael looked over you, carefully drinking in every little detail about you. Your hair, your eyes, your body. The way your lips moved oh so eloquently when you spoke, the way your hips swayed when you walked past him, the way you crossed your legs when you sat down before him . Every detail was important to him. To his father, even.

He came to stand in front of you as you sat below him in the plush red chair, your eyes trained on his perfectly shiny black leather boots. They looked expensive, likely designer. That word could easily describe Michael entirely.

Expensive. 

“Why did you do this?” He asked, his voice firm. He was curious, and completely enthralled by you and your story, yet remained stern in his interrogation. “Why did you do the ritual?” 

“I wanted to bring someone back from the dead. I knew the price, but I was willing to do anything.” You quietly confessed. You could feel the red hot blush creeping from your neck to your cheeks as you told him, the Son of Satan himself, why you married his father. The idea was silly, you knew that. You can’t bring someone back from the dead. It’s not right, and it’s not possible, at least not in the way you wanted. You didn’t know that then, but now, as you sat here below the Prince of the Underworld, soulless and inspected, you couldn’t shake the idea.

“Now, that’s what I’m looking for. So tell me, Y/N, who was it?”

His question was simple. But as he asked, you felt your mouth go dry, unable to respond. Your eyes fell to the ground as he loomed over you, his eyes focused on your body. Silence. A deafening silence. 

“Who did you love enough to attempt to resurrect? To trade your own soul away, to enter the unknown...” You could hear the heels of his boots clicking slightly as he paced the room, deep in thought. The boy was eager to get to the core of this, his mind racing a mile a minute as he connected the dots you’d left for him. His father hadn’t told him anything more than the simple fact that you’d been promised to him, that you were the perfect person to stand by his devilish side in his earthly conquest to bring about the end of the world. You were his own personal little mystery, a “choose your own adventure” book just waiting to be read by him. “You said you knew the consequences. The books were perfectly clear about that. Did you think it simply didn’t apply to you? Did you overlook it, for the sake of it? Perhaps you didn’t fully understand... No, you’re far more intelligent than that, Y/N. You could never.”

“Sir-” 

“Michael. You may call me Michael.” He interrupted you, beginning to walk closer and closer to your chair. Your body grew tense as he approached, nervous with anticipation. “Seeing as your soul is committed to me now, I think we’re past that.”

Michael brought his hand to rest on the arm of your chair as he leaned onto one knee to meet your level. Between your thighs, his knee rested, causing you to shift slightly to avoid him. Not from discomfort. No, something else entirely, and he could sense it. You were attracted to the man, even as he interrogated you like this, prying your heart open. You were afraid that if you let him touch you like that, you’d fall in head first and it didn’t take much for him to figure that out.

His thumb ran over your soft skin, along your cheek, before coming to grasp your chin softly. Bringing your eyes to meet his own baby blues as he leaned even closer to you. You could feel his breath against you as he began to speak, burning hot.

“A lover.”

The genuine look of shock on your face, the way your eyes widened with surprise as he guessed the answer to his own question. How your nails dug into your clothed skin and your how your chest began moving quicker as your breathing became ragged. He brought his hand to rest on your thigh, feeling your emotions in the air. Nostalgia, frustration, your swirling fear of what’s to come. 

“What a foolish thing to do, Y/N... And for a lover, no less.” His hand came to lay on your thigh, the other still holding your chin. “You wanted him back, so badly to hold him in your arms just one more time... So tell me, how did it end?”

“I drove a knife through his heart because I couldn’t stand to see him so empty.” You took a deep breath, feeling like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of you. You’d never admitted that to anyone before. Not a single soul, dead or alive, knew your deepest, most terrifying secret. But now Michael did... And God, it felt good.

A wicked smile crossed his lips as he tilted his head slightly, acknowledging your confession. He savored the crimson taste on his tongue, the taste of your honesty. It was becoming more and more apparent by the minute that his father had been correct; Michael needed you by his side as he ravaged the earth. 

You would be the one to save him.

[langdvn]

cody fern is so soft we don’t deserve him!

[divine17]

Sex With Jim Mason (HCs)

Request: “ wow yes, I would like sex with Jim Mason headcannons plz!!!”

Count: 24

A/N: Hmm what other characters would you guys wanna see me write for?? This blog is literally only Jim

Jim just loves teasing his partner

Other than when they ride his thigh, it might be his favorite thing in the whole world

Seeing the twisted pleasure on their features would be his favorite thing

He loves being able to get them so worked up and needy, deprived of what they crave so desperately

& running his hand up their inner thigh, bringing himself in for a kiss but just barely letting his lips ghost over theirs, etc too

Orgasm denial, but soft

“Mm, baby, I think you can hold off just a little longer for me”

He loves denying that release to his partner until he says its okay for them to come, especially because it makes the orgasm that much more intense for them

And then encouraging them to come so so ... Sweetly

I feel like Jim also has a bit of a penchant for having sex in cars

Like, he doesn’t go out of his way for it to happen or anything but he finds himself doing it fairly often, especially on the way home from the beach or after a date

Either that or sex on the beach, but not in the sand

He learned his lesson the hard way with that one

He also loves decorating his partner with little love bites everywhere just so they know that they’re his, and no one else’s

And he also probably really likes when his partner leaves scratches or bites on him, honestly

He would be a little embarrassed if his friends at the beach saw, and they inevitably would, but he’d quickly learn to wear them with pride

Because it would be his little reminder that he’s theirs, only theirs, just like the little soft bruises on you

When he’s angry, I mean really just pissed off, he gets rough

R o u g h

Like, choke his partner until they’re seeing stars, hold their face into the mattress to stifle moans, overstimulation, spanking while he’s fucking them from behind, hair pulling...

Jim would pretend that he absolutely does not have a tiny lil daddy kink and thinks it’s so gross but we all know that he does

It would take a little while for him to get completely comfortable calling himself daddy but he’d love his partner calling him the little nickname, especially in a playful way

But he’s not really into it for the sexual or extremely dominant aspect, more so the “protecter/defender” part of it, if that makes sense

Like, he finally has someone that loves him for him, no matter his flaws, and he’s going to protect the hell outta them

[iamwickedlovely]

Michael Langdon x Reader [First Meeting]

*** Warning: May contain a few spoilers, nothing too big, though. I'm not sure, but just adding this just in case, anyway.***

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This is all random crap, here. I just really wanted to write something, specifically on Michael Langdon from American Horror Story: Apocalypse. I was feeling crappy this morning, so forgive me on the last part, X_x. And sorry if this is really dull, I tried. I never written any fanfictions before, or one shots, so this is a first. I would like to write more, and I'm looking for advice on writing, critiques? Feel free to do that! I'd appreciate it.

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Silence was filled in the room, while we waited patiently for a stranger to inform us some important news. Some of us looked nervous, and the rest were just curious. Soon, we heard tapping on the floor, footsteps.

A man who appeared to be elegant, handsome in the eyes of the beholder, who had long, blonde hair that reached a little past his shoulders, walked in the scene. The way he carried himself seemed superior, and I suddenly felt my interest piqued by his exquisite appearance. My mind began to wander.

He walked up to Venable, with hands held behind his back, waiting to take the spotlight. She looked a bit intimidated, especially having a man take charge. She moved away abruptly, so he could speak.

"My name is Langdon and I represent the cooperate." Once his voice filled the room, my stomach turned. I felt butterflies, excited even. His voice sounded soothing to me. I listened carefully, letting my gaze trace his features. He continued, "I won't sugar coat the situation," he looked around the room as he went on, "Humanity is on a brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to survival of civilized life on Earth."

Langdon explained to us about the situation with the other out posts being overrun and destroyed, elemenated. In short, massacred. Apparently, the same fate would fall on us, especially if we don't participate in his interview or some sort, cooperation. However, he mentioned a particular detail on taking us to a sanctuary, only if he finds some of us fit to survive and populate.

While the man informed us, I couldn't help, but stare, my eyes noticing how icy and blue his were, and his face reminded me of a Greek sculpture. He's remarkably beautiful, I thought to myself. I squirmed, and pulled my glance away when he caught me staring. He studied me for a moment, looking a little amused. His brow furrowed once a woman interrupted his speech.

"What is this? The Hunger Games? This is bullshit, I paid my way to get in here," Coco ranted out.

Langdon looked at her, and confirmed, "You don't have to sit for questioning." If we don't, though, it will be the end of us; we die.

I cleared my throat, and spoke up quietly before Gallant had the opportunity, "I'd like to go first," my heart raced. I took a deep inhale, and exhaled, trying to catch my breath and steady my pulse. My face reddened in embarrassment. I felt attracted to this stranger, Langdon. I looked away, hoping no one would notice my reaction. Hell, I thought, he's hot and I'm going to hell. Kill me now.

Langdon's eyes flashed in amusement very quickly, but he kept it in control and formal, "And so you shall," he looked around, "I look forward to meeting each and every one of you."

Ms. Mead lead me through a section of a hallway to reach to a private room to be questioned by Langdon. I was trying to steady myself, preparing for what's ahead of me. I was feeling nervous, as well as eager. I actually have a moment of one-on-one with him! I gulped, once she pulled a set of doors apart to reveal the entrance.

Langdon sat at his desk, and he motioned a hand to the seat in front of him, "[Your name], sit."

I walked up to the seat, and positioned myself, trying to get comfortable. I found myself glancing around the room, and then my eyes fell flat on him, I gulped. I noticed he stared, studying me. There was a moment of silence, so I had to say something to break it, it was awkward, "So, how does this work?"

He talked bluntly, "I'm not going to tell you what criteria I'm using to grade you. Things you may feel are helpful or maybe hurtful," He tilt head, then pressed his chin on his finger tips, in question, "Maybe you're exactly what I'm looking for. If you lie, I will know. If you try to trick me, I will know and this interview will be over, and you will die here, painfully," he acted a little sad, but that's it, was it an act? Something felt off about him, but I ignored it. "I wouldn't want that for you. Are we clear?"

I stared in his eyes. The room suddenly felt hot, intense. I was feeling rather small, so I nodded lightly, "Absolutely, Mr. Langdon."

He shook his head lightly, "No. Call me by my name, Michael." He held his head back from his palm, and carried himself in a superior manner. "Are you a virgin?"

I was taken aback, why did he want to know? "Well," my stomach turned, and I blushed. Does he know? I never met anyone to lose my guard, I'm cautious by nature, after all. What would he do if I even tell him? "I just, you see, I never. I'm," I was talking gibberish.

He stared down, it almost felt like he was reading my soul. He wasn't saying anything, just waited for an answer to burst out of me.

"Yes," my chest leaped in anticipation and embarrassment. Can I make this more awkward for me? Possibly.

"Interesting. Not many people are, especially around your age," His lip formed a sinister smirk, he seemed interested, as if a spider caught a butterfly on the web, "Anyone that interests you to perform such tasks?"

I was thinking carefully. It wasn't his business, that's personal, but now I was interrupted with intrusive thoughts. Thoughts that sent my body on fire. I wouldn't mind losing if it'll mean he's the one. It was him. If you lie, I will know. His voice echoed in my mind over and over. "Well, sure," I looked at him, keeping my gaze steady. I answered, "You." I wasn't interested in anyone in the out post. One guy was obviously into a girl already, and the other two are gay, right? I am interested in Langdon. That may very well be the death of me.

He snickered to himself, he seemed delighted to hear it, "That doesn't count, though. I'm flattered, but I am not here to take a mate, am I?" He got up from the desk, and while he walked around, his finger tips, barely touching the desk, slid on it. He reached to me, and sat on his desk, while moving closer. His nose was mere inches from mine. My eyes was raised to see his face. Soon, his nose stroked my nose, and he moved his lips towards my mouth, teasing me a little, while one of his hands pulled a strand of my hair behind my ear. "So, what do you want, [your name]?" His finger tips soothed across my delicate cheek, and he touched the tip of my chin to pull in for a kiss.

He kissed my jaw, first, and slowly traced his lips across it, then my nose, and planted a kiss on my lips. It wasn't what I was expecting. It felt like fireworks shot up, and my mind whirled. "You. I want you, but also," I eyeballed his laptop he had on his desk. Langdon had WiFi on there? I wondered, Wait, we could have a marathon of my favorite television show. I did save a set of my DVD collection, after all. "Uh, I'd like to have a Game of Thrones marathon with you." I breathed in heavily and thought, what the fudging frick was that about?

He blinked by my random answer, "A show where there's war, incest, death, fantasy, sex, alcohol, and all the wonderful deadly sins that takes place in medieval times? Odd request. Not what I'm looking for, I'm afraid. What do you truly desire?" He's bewildered, confused.

I pout, my lip trembled, "I already said it, you," I blinked, paused a moment to ponder over the question seriously, "I guess to feel safe, and to be with someone I love. Uh, I don't know. I never know how to answer that question, honestly." The truth was exactly that, I don't know. I've had many interests, but I never figured out what it was that I wanted, what I truly desire most before the world was damaged and shattered to bits from nuclear weapons. I was used to other people telling me how to behave, who to be, or what to do. I felt a little lost and sad. I did know I want this stranger by me, though. I couldn't deny it. There's something about him where I'm very attracted to, his personality was alluring. In a way, I almost felt safe, despite the fact something was off with him. We could just get together, and go to hell together, then.

His brows furrowed and he straighted his position up, "I see." I couldn't read his reaction, since he went to the door unfazed by our meeting. I was disappointed. I took this as a sign to get out of the seat I was in, and I followed, wondering if I'll have another time with him. He opened it, and the doors slid wide. He turned around one, "That's all for now."

I gulped, and felt some tears stinging my eyes, but they were too stubborn to fall. I found myself asking without a thought about it, "When can I see you again?"

He held a gaze for a moment, and I stared back. It was like we were having a moment. Then, he answered, "Tonight. I'll visit you, tonight." His eyes flashed delightfully, and my breathing started to even out. I felt better to hear those words, that's what I hoped for, after all. Now, I wait.

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Tagging: @meeeeeeeeeps

[jadedlavendergemini]

A Twisted Love

Summary: You test Michael’s Patience and he punishes you but the not the way you wanted.

Tag list: @7-wonders @lovelylangdonx @littledemondani @fckinsupreme @homopheli @langdvn @langdxn

TW: Smut, Murder, and a manipulative behavior

~xXx~

Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just the thought of missing your husband, but you had never felt more sexually frustrated in your life.

You craved the way he touched your naked skin of your body and his kisses which lingered along your neck.

But of course, being the Antichrist meant he was busy. He was always busy with “rebuilding this new world”, as he would put it.

You tried to relieve yourself, whether it was with your own hand or your vibrator and nothing seemed to work. You wanted nothing more than Michael’s ring clad fingers wrapped around your throat and his powerful thrusts getting the job done. Or his mouth… your husband seemed talented in all things sexual.

Sighing, you sat up from your bed and pondered the thought of just dragging him back to your room and getting the job done. He hated being interrupted and warned you of doing such things, but you never had an issue seducing him to your shared room.

After pondering the idea for so long, you gave in. You quickly threw on his favorite lingerie set. An all black bra and lace pantries. You even added the stockings and heels just for that extra touch.

Throwing on a coat to cover yourself, you leave the room and make your way towards your husband’s office. You pass a few of the staff on your way but ignore their greetings as you prepare yourself for what you were going to do.

Once you arrive at the large doors, you don’t hesitate to pull the doors open without knocking, something else Michael hated.

There he sat at his desk, his large hands flipping through a small stack of papers. He doesn’t look up as you close the doors behind you.

“And what do I owe this pleasure, my love? I should be finished in about an hour.” His voice is like silk to your ears.

“Unfortunately I don’t think I can wait that long,” you made your way to stand behind him and run your hands down his shoulders. Your touch caused his tense shoulders to relax and nearly drop his pen.

A smirk came across his features as he slowly lets his eyes close and allows one of you hands to travel dow further than the other. But just as you hand nearly reaches his belt, you feel his larger, ring clad hand grip your wrist to stop you.

Before you knew it, he swung his chair around to face you. Pulling you in closer, you gently place your left knee to rest on his side as he brings a hand to your coat tie.

Pulling it completely loose he’s met with the familiar black lace that would normally bring him to his knees. Your breasts were lifted from the push up bra and your curves had his mouth watering.

He let go of your wrist only to lean forward and place a hand to your lower back to bring you forward. You happily obliged and moved your other knee up, making your way to straddle his hips. Both his hands resting on either side of your hips.

You removed the rest of your coat as he licked his lips. “You really couldn’t wait, couldn’t you?” His voice was low and silky.

“Judging by your reaction,” you moved to place kisses along his jawline and then down to his throat. “I don’t think you could either.”

Before you could reach up two latch your lips onto his, you felt yourself being scooped up and hearing him clear off the desk before being placed back down onto it. Michael hovered above you before lowering himself once again to meet you lips. His plump lips felt like heaven against yours as he eventually slipped his tongue in to play with yours.

You let you out a small moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, not noticing when one of his hands made their way towards your panties.

“Did you need some help tonight, darling?” His voice was low and seductive. You could barely find the correct words but nodded.

Michael let out a small smile. “And what do you need?”

“I need you,” you barely managed to speak as he moved your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your wet slick.

That was the answer he wanted to hear. Without another word, he quickly and with little effort ripped the laced fabric off and slipped two fingers in. He leaned back into you and began running kisses down your neck.

You felt as if your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head as you felt him move his fingers with his persistent pattern. This thumb moved to you clit and you let out another moan.

And he loved every second of it. He loved the way your body responded to his touch but most importantly he loved that he knew only he could make you feel this way. And that you were his.

You were so close, closer than your own hand or vibrator could have gotten you when you felt him stop. Pouting, you sat up just in time to see him undoing his trousers.

Before he could pull his cock out, he reached towards you again, placing both hands on either side your legs and pulled you closer to him.

“Are you ready, my love?” His hands moved once again to your waist. You nodded desperately.

“Yes,” you practically moaned.

“Ready to what?” He was very much so going to drag it out.

You knew what he wanted to hear. But being as hot and bothered as ever you responded a little differently. “I want to cum on your cock, Michael.”

Without any hesitation, he completely removed his pants and released his large cock from its restraints. You felt your legs slightly open a bit more, welcoming Michael further.

He moved closer and slowly slid himself inside. You arched your back and let out what you considered a very pornographic moan. You let him fill you up completely and enjoyed the stretch.

“You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart.” He commented, giving himself a second to adjust to your tightness.

A lazy smile filled you features as you leaned back into your husband, ready to be fully wrecked. With one hand wrapped around his shoulder and the other placed behind you on the desk, ready to brace yourself for how rough Michael intended to be.

He didn’t give you a chance to voice that you were ready before slowly pulling himself out and then slamming back into you. After a few more times of this, he then picked up the pace.

As you were being pounded into pure ecstasy, your breast bounced and even one of your bra straps seemed to even fall down the shoulder. Your moans were becoming louder and tears even began to form in your eyes.

Soon you felt a familiar ring clad hand wrap around your throat.

“Is this what you wanted so badly?” Michael asks. “To be fucked this good?”

Your voice was barely audible but you were able to give a small nod. “Yes,”

“And you wanted it so badly that you were willing to disturb me during my work to get it?”

You could feel his grip tighten but managed to squeak out a “Yes.”

You were so close, you could feel that familiar heat rising in your belly and your orgasm coming closer and closer. But then that’s when you felt your airway close. You let go for your husband to claw his hand off of your throat but he wouldn’t budge.

“Y/n, did you really think I wasn’t going to punish you?” He asks. “And not the way that you wanted?”

By now both your hands were trying to claw his off all the while he continued to pound into you.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll still let you cum first.” He says.

Your breathing is becoming more and more difficult but your body surges in intense pleasure. In any other time you would have been screaming his name but now you couldn’t even get a word out.

Once the wave of pleasure has passed, he presses more into your throat and your airway has been cut off immediately. He manages to cum himself and fill you up before pulling himself out.

You don’t have the strength to kick anymore and watch as he lowers his lips to yours.

“Goodnight, my love.” And with that everything goes black.

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When you open you eyes you find yourself back in your bed. Slowly, you managed to sit up. Every thing is the same as you had left it before…. Before Michael had strangled you.

Gently, you remove the covers and find yourself in one of your many black silk slips.

You were confused. Was this hell? You imagined your hell would be working in a retail store with a never ending line of bitchy customers or a classroom from your childhood, constantly being teased for being different.

But instead you were back in your shared room in the sanctuary. Did you actually die? Or did you just pass out?

The door opens and then you see Michael, wearing his normal elegant attire.

His smile is sincere. “Welcome back.”

“Michael, what the fuck-“ you raised your voice.

He places both his hands up in defense. “You broke a rule, y/n. And I punished you.”

“YOU KILLED ME!” you spat.

“And I brought you back.” He responded, hands placed behind his back once again. “I even erased your memories of Hell, if it makes you feel better.”

“It doesn’t,” you hissed.

Michael strides towards you, gently placing his hands on both sides of your arms. “When I married you, I knew you were my equal. But that being said, you are not above me. You break my rules, you get punished.”

He then brings you into a hug when he notices your eyes watering. You hesitated before resting your head on his chest. “I love you, y/n. No matter what happens, I’ll always bring you back to me.”

~xXx~

A/N: okay so I found this in my drafts and decided to just finish it and bring it back. I meant to post it on Saturday for my bday surprise for ya’ll but couldn’t.

[michaellangdonswhore]

Can you please write something with Michael where the reader and him are hanging out, and she does something that accidentally really turns him on but she's not aware of it? And he holds it in until he can't anymore and things escalate? <3

warnings: smut

wc: 1.6k

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Y/N impatiently waited for Michael to arrive, staring at her clock.

8:24

He should be there any minute.

Her foots tapping the ground, Never Had the Balls is playing in the background. She's trying to make time fly, waiting for her friend; her best friend to get there.

Her mysterious, undeniably gorgeous best friend, who has a sweet spot for her and her only.

It doesn't take anyone long to realize her obvious attraction to him, besides him, of fucking course. She tries to make him notice, wearing tank tops that would make her breasts stand out more, pants that would outline her curves. She thinks that it doesn't work, that he doesn't realize that she's showing herself off.

'When is he going to kiss me?' She thinks constantly to herself. 'Does he even want to?'

The doorbell rings and Y/N jumps. She reaches for her phone and sees a missed call from Michael. She runs downstairs to let him in.

"Hi," He says.

"Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting," Y/N apologizes.

"No worries," He says, his eyes traveling down her body, analyzing his best friend. His eyes move quick, making sure she doesn't notice that he's checking her out. She turns around and heads back upstairs with Michael following behind her. They go to her room and she goes to find her bong and resumes the music playing.

Stargirl Interlude comes on. Michael can't help but acknowledge Y/N's beauty, and everything about her. The music she plays, the clothes she wears, how she looks. She's perfect to him. He sits across from her bed on a chair and she comes back over, taking a hit of the bong and then handing it to him.

She lights it for him, he coughs when he takes the hit, like every other time.

Her aura is magnetic, so is his.

The way they look at each other, you'd think they were a couple. They sure acted like one.

Now they're on her bed, watching short hulu films. They're awfully close, he can basically feel her body on his. He's bored of the film while she's engaged. He takes notice of her slight shaking.

"Are you scared?" He asks.

"No," She refuses to admit. "Just cold. I'm gonna go grab a sweatshirt."

'No, don't do that.' He thinks to himself, feeling guilty for thinking about his best friend in that way, a way in which he doesn't want her to cover up, but when she come back wearing his sweatshirt, he fucking loses it inside.

She takes notice of his darkened expression.

"I'm sorry, I never gave this back," She says, thinking he's angry with her for stealing it. She moves to take the sweatshirt off, but he stops her quickly.

"No, no, no- you can keep it," He says. He didn't think she could get any prettier, but her in his clothes? He's growing harder by the second. He's embarrassed that this is turning him on, but she doesn't realize what's going on inside of his head.

She goes to sit next to him on the bed, resuming her focus to the TV. All he can look at is her.

The crewneck fits her perfectly. All he's thinking about is pushing her down on the bed and fucking her senseless while she's wearing his sweatshirt.

It's getting late and he's painfully hard, wild thoughts running through his mind, wishing that the two of them had more time together before he had to go back home.

And soon that time comes. She walks him to the door, disappointed that this get together was like the rest; where nothing happened between them.

She doesn't notice the obvious erection because he seems in such a hurry to go, she thinks she did something wrong.

"Bye, Y/N," He says, giving her a wave before quickly heading out. He didn't even know if he'd make it to his car. He stops himself, looking back at her door.

Y/N is making her way back upstairs before she hears loud banging at the door.

She's confused and goes back to open the door and Michael bursts in, grabbing her quickly and pulling her in, grabbing her face with both hands, kissing her passionately. He couldn't help himself. She's intoxicating. And he's shocked that she's kissing him back.

His hands roam her body as he slightly grinds against her stomach, getting as much friction as possible. She reaches around his neck, tugging on his hair and he lets out a groan, breaking the kiss.

His hand is in hers, and she's leading him up to her room. He kicks the door shut behind him and his lips are back on hers. He pulls his sweatshirt off her and chuckles.

"Thief." He jokes.

"You left it here."

"I'm glad I did," He says, resuming the kiss only to break it again. "You look so fucking good in it. I couldn't help myself. If your other clothes weren't enough..."

He kisses her again roughly.

So he did notice.

She smiles into the kiss. His hands are groping her ass, feeling every inch of her. Her back slightly arches, rubbing against his erection and he hisses. He pushes her onto the bed, planning on doing exactly what he wanted to.

He tears her shirt off and reaches for her breasts, squeezing them tightly as he continues to kiss her, but stops again and she wines.

"You're okay with this, right?" He asks.

"More than okay."

"Good," He begins kissing her neck, unclasping her bra. "Because you have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this; under me, face fucking flushed."

His hand brushes her cheek and then immediately dives back in to scatter hickeys all along her neck. Her stomach is fluttering and she grabs his face to pull him back in for a kiss but he avoids it, biting her breast and then sucking. She lets out small cries as he kneads her other one and grinds against her. His hand reaches down and he circles her clit through her pants. He moves her hips up and she helps him get her pants off.

He's impatient, tearing off her panties in a heartbeat and dives in with kitten licks and can taste her getting wetter by the second. Her backs arching and her chest moves up and down rapidly as he goes faster, moving his tongue down to her leaking hole and licking up all her juices. He moves his hand to her clit, pressing down and rubbing in tight, fast circles while continuing to devour her.

"Fuck," She struggles to get out, trying to muffle her moans with a pillow. Michael grabs it quickly and throws it across the room and then sucks on her clit harshly. She lets out a loud moan and she's shaking, nearing her release, but then Michael stops suddenly anther eyes widen. She sits up and grabs his arm. "Please don't stop, Michael, it feels so good."

"I want you to release around me."

He's pulling his pants down, his thick cock springing out of his pants has Y/N's mouth watering.

He lines himself up with her, rubbing against her to lubricate himself. She's grinding her pussy against him, biting her lip and letting out small winces. He's enjoying her wining, continuing to tease her which grows her frustration.

"Michael," She wines. "Fucking put it in."

His hand slowly travels up her body and then wraps around her neck.

"Darling, I'll put it in when I want to," He smirks, earning a glare from her. She continues squirming and grinding, desperate for it. She feels hot, she's aching for him.

"Please," She begins to beg. With that, he pushes himself into her and release a pent up moan. He stays in her for a moment, looking at her expression. Her legs are spread wide open for him, her face red, lips puffy, panting like a dog. He pulls out and pushes back in, quickening his pace as she become more adjusted to his cock.

She's loud, throwing her head back as her hands travel to his hair too tug. He's pounding her hard, groaning loudly as she tugs and as he feels her walls fluttering around him.

"Taking me so well," He kisses her cheek. "Just like I always knew you would, perfect little thing."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as he sweet talks her and she lifts her hips to follow his rhythm, feeling him deep inside of her. He goes faster and she feels him everywhere, hitting her sweet spot so perfectly.

"God, it feels so good,"

His hand grabs her neck harshly and he stares into her eyes while continuing to fuck her ruthlessly.

"Yeah? Who's making you feel so good? Cause it's certainly not God."

"You," She says, her doe eyes looking deep into his dark ones. She moves her hips faster as the coil in her stomach begins to snap.

His movements become sloppy as he chases his own release.

Y/N's nails dig into his back and he kisses her again, feeling her clench against him.

"You gonna cum?" He questions. She nods her head quickly. "Yeah? You're gonna cum nice and hard on my cock? Yeah?"

"Mhm." She nods, her wet sounds, moans, and Michael pounding into her fills the room. Her eyes roll back when she finally releases, Michael following shortly behind her, making sure every bit of his seed goes inside of her.

He pulls out, the two of them panting relentlessly. She closes her legs but Michael pushes them back open, leaning down to lick up the mess that the two of them made.

"You're so. Fucking. Hot." He says in-between licks. She smiles, not responding, comprehending what had just happened.

"Why didn't you kiss me sooner?" She asks.

He stops what he's doing and kisses her once more.

"Believe me, I've wanted to," He moves her strands of hair behind her ears. "But you, in my fucking sweatshirt, I just couldn't control myself."

[storiesforallfandoms]

behind closed doors ~ michael langdon;ahs apocalypse

word count: 2078

request?: yes!

“Can you write a dom!reader x sub!Micheal Langdon smut at outpost 3?”

description: they all think that he’s the dominant of the relationship, but things are not always as they seem

pairing: michael langdon x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

When Michael Langdon walked into Outpost 3 with his girlfriend, (Y/N), following behind him, Gallant leaned over to Mallory to whisper, “Not hard to tell who the top of that relationship is.”

It wasn’t a hard assumption to make. Michael stood at least a foot taller than her, and carried himself like he was even taller than that. When he spoke he sounded so powerful, like he was demanding the attention of whoever he spoke to, while (Y/N) was mostly silent. He handled the assessments of those in Outpost 3 to see who would be leaving with them, while (Y/N) spent most of her time in the bedroom they had been given.

It was a fair assumption, but it was a wrong one.

The minute Michael closed the bedroom door behind him, (Y/N) shoved him up against it and pressed her lips against his. He smiled into the kiss, putting his hands on her waist and holding her close to him. Her tongue licked his bottom lip before pushing into his mouth, not asking for permission but rather demanding it.

Without breaking the kiss, (Y/N) took hold of Michael’s collar and pulled him away from the door. They finally broke away so she could push him down onto the bed with so much force that he bounced slightly.

“Clothes. Off,” (Y/N) commanded, already breathing heavily from the kiss alone.

Michael smirked, excited by her dominance, and started shedding himself of his clothes. (Y/N) watched, her eyes full of lust as more articles of clothing came off of her lover. Once he was down to just his birthday suit, her eyes lingered on his hard member.

“Up,” she told him, nodding towards the headboard. “Arms out.”

Michael’s eyes widened. “Handcuffs? But I don’t - ”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you disobeying me, pet? Remember what happens when you disobey.”

Michael whimpered slightly and did as (Y/N) commanded. He knew he was going to get the pleasure he wanted no matter what, but the handcuffs were his least favorite of (Y/N)’s moods. He knew it meant he was going to be teased for a long time before finally getting his release. A painfully long time.

She went to her bag and pulled out the two pairs of handcuffs. Michael stretched his arms to either bedpost, allowing her to clamp the cool metal down on each of his wrists before she put it on the bedpost as well.

When he was fully secured, she began to shed herself of her clothes. Michael watched, his dick twitching as she reached behind her to take her bra off. He longed to grope and kneed at her perfect breasts as he felt her wrapped around him.

She didn’t take her panties off, though. Michael kept watching her hands, which were moving down her body as if she was going to remove the final article of clothing, but she didn’t. He tried to stifle the noise that came up his throat, but the whimper sound slipped from his lips anyways.

(Y/N) smirked. “Is someone needy?”

Michael nodded. She got up onto the bed and put her knees on either side of him, just nearly straddling him but still sat up enough that there was no friction between them.

“Don’t have the patience tonight, sweetheart?” she asked him. Michael shook his head. She leaned forward to grab his face. “Use your words, pet.”

“N-No, mistress,” he said. “I-I don’t h-have the patience tonight. I-I want to be inside you so bad.”

(Y/N) let his face go and sat her clothed core back against his naked dick. He sucked in a breath as he felt the dampness through her panties already. She let out a pleasured sigh as she began to move her hips back and forth, running herself up his length than back down again. Michael pulled as his restraints, wishing he could do something - anything - to feel more than what she was giving him.

She leaned down to start kissing his neck, purposely nipping at his sweet spot to earn more moans from him. He knew there would be marks forming there, but he didn’t care. He was under her spell, he was completely hers.

Her hips started to move faster. Michael was arching upwards, wishing that pesky fabric between them would just disappear. The word “please” was on his lips, ready to slip out if it meant he could be inside of her.

She sat back up and threw her head back, a loud moan slipping from her lips as her hips kept moving. Neither one of them cared much about being caught. It’s not like it would change anything; Venable’s rule about no sex in the Outpost was fabricated, and seeing Michael in this vulnerable position wouldn’t do anything to the residence of the Outpost. They were all going to die anyways. If anything, anyone who decided to peak in would get quite the show.

(Y/N)’s mouth formed an “o” shape as Michael felt her panties become wetter. He realized she had dry humped herself into an orgasm, one she seemed to still be riding out. The thought of her using him to get off made him feel like he was close to cumming himself.

“P-Please, mistress,” he whimpered.

(Y/N) looked down at him, her eyes still clouded with lust. “What was that, pet?”

“Please,” he repeated. “I need to be inside of you. I don’t...I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

(Y/N) pouted her lip out in a mocking way. “Awe, my poor anti-Christ. You used to be able to last so long for me.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve had sex,” Michael said, feeling the need to defend himself even though he knew (Y/N) wasn’t actually mocking him. “I haven’t felt you in so long. It’s all I want.”

(Y/N) reached down between them and took his hard dick in her hand. She pumped a few times, causing Michael’s head to lull back in pleasure. It was a dangerous motion as he tried so hard to hold back the orgasm that was forming, but he feared it would be a losing battle.

She stopped suddenly and ran her thumb over the head of his cock. When Michael looked up, he saw her with her thumb in her mouth, slowly pulling it out as she sucked on it. He realized she had collected the pre-cum from the tip of his dick and was sucking it off.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

She got up from the bed, much to Michael’s disappointment. He tried to pull at his restraints again until he realized (Y/N) had gotten up to take her panties off. She threw them somewhere on the floor with their other discarded clothes, before straddling Michael again. She took hold of his dick and lined it up with her entrance, poking the head of it against her still wet folds.

Involuntarily, Michael’s hips moved upwards in an attempted to finally get what he wanted. (Y/N) gasped as she felt the tip push ever so slightly inside of her. Despite the pleasure she got from watching Michael squirm, she still desired to have him inside of her just as much as he wanted it.

“Bad pet,” she chastised. “You know you’re supposed to wait until your mistress is ready.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” Michael said. “It was an accident. I’m sorry, please don’t punish me.”

(Y/N) put on a face like she was thinking. She was still hovering over him with just his head inside of her. She started to move her hips a little, not taking him in any more but giving him just the slightest sensation as she moved.

“I don’t know,” she said. “You were a bad boy. Really, I should just leave you here without any release and make you think about what you did.”

Panic filled Michael’s eyes. The last thing he needed was to be left handcuffed to the bed, a painful erection against his belly, where anyone could walk in and find him. He didn’t mind if anyone saw him like this when (Y/N) was on his dick, but it was a whole different scenario if she just left him there.

When she slowly lowered herself further onto him, he couldn’t cried out in relief.

“But,” she said, continuing her thought, “I have missed this dick, too. We travel so often out there in the scary world, sometimes I almost forget how good it feels to have you inside of me.”

When she finally reached the hilt, Michael was basically a panting mess. He wanted to feel her move, to feel her rock her hips or ride him until they were both sweaty and tired. He needed her more than anything, he wanted her more than anything.

(Y/N) put her hands against Michael’s chest and started by slowly rocking her hips. The feeling was so intense for the two of them, so needed. These moments would be fleeting, as soon enough they would be on to the next Outpost (if there was even any left), and they would have to wait another long time before they could be intimate again.

Her desire to start slow and tease Michael quickly faded away as (Y/N) started bouncing on his dick. She was beginning to feel another orgasm swell up in her stomach, and she needed it now.

At the same time, Michael was feeling his own orgasm coming. His nails dug into his palms, the only thing he could really “grab” in that moment.

“I’m close,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too,” she told him. “Cum inside of me, pet. Let me feel you coating me with your seed.”

Her permission was all he needed and Michael finally allowed himself to let go. He cried out in pleasure as he felt himself spilling inside of (Y/N). Just moments later, he could feel her walls contracting around him as she hit her second orgasm as well. Her head lulled backwards again, her moans mixing with his in the otherwise silent room.

They were both panting, sweaty messes. (Y/N) had fallen forward, her head against Michael’s chest as she twitched with post-orgasm shivers. Michael was practically dissolving into the bed. The only thing holding him back were the restraints, which were now starting to hurt.

“My love,” he said. “The handcuffs.”

“Oh! Right!”

(Y/N) was slow to get off of him, not wanting to waste a moment of feeling him inside of her. She retrieved the tiny handcuff keys and freed Michael’s wrists. A thin red line was on each of them, but he knew they’d be gone in the morning. It was the marks on his neck that would be sticking around.

Despite the two of them already being warm and sticky, Michael pulled the covers over him as (Y/N) climbed back into the bed and cuddled into his side. The fire that had been lit hours ago was still burning strong, the dim, flickering light being the only source in the room.

“I have a bad feeling about this place,” (Y/N) commented.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t have a good feeling about the residents. Something is off about them.”

“It may be the Voodoo witch you feel,” Michael told her. “Dinah. I know her, I gave her a favor in return for taking care of those witches before the apocalypse. She’s harmless to us, she’s not powerful.”

(Y/N) sighed. “I guess you’re right. Could be that Venable too. She’s...something else.”

“She’s power hungry. It was bound to happen with the apocalypse.”

Silence filled the room. (Y/N)’s eyes grew heavier with every second that passed. She was nearly asleep when a loud knock came at the door.

“Who is it?” Michael demanded. (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle to herself. What an extreme contrast to how I had him moments ago.

“It’s Meade,” came the voice of Venable’s right hand woman. “Ms. Venable requests your presence at once.”

Michael groaned in annoyance and got out of bed. He retrieved his clothes from the floor and quickly got dressed before turning to (Y/N).

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

She smiled at him and responded, “I never do.”