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melodymunson · 2 months ago

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AHS, Michael Langdon, Duncan Shepherd, Xavier Plympton, Jim Mason, and Andy Dolan masterlist

My fics for Cody Fern and American Horror Story

Jim Mason x reader- drown in this love

Jim Mason x reader- nothing fucks with my baby

Jim Mason x reader x Duncan Shepherd x Michael Langdon x Andy Dolan- Adopting a pet

Xavier Plympton x reader x Montana Duke- wild side

Xavier, Montana, and reader attempt to have a drunk and high threesome at his apartment but when the reader fails to have a major orgasm and when the sex is less than expected, Montana steps in to finish off the job.

Michael Langdon x reader x Madison Montgomery- bad romance

Michael, Madison, and you are a couple at the outpost. All that is standing in their way is the coven of witches. When Michael catches you and Madison in the act he teaches you both a lesson you won't forget.

Duncan Shepherd x reader- birthday surprise

You decide to try and find yourself a good summer at Camp Redwood with your good friend Xavier despite the threat of Mr. Jingles. When you happen to stumble upon Brooke and Montana in the forbidden cabin, a wild night for you and Xavier ensues.

Xavier Plympton x reader x Montana Duke x Brooke Thompson

Duncan Shepherd x reader- forever and always

You meet Duncan at a charity fundraiser and after winning a date with you, he takes you out. Soon after you start dating him and go on many dates together, falling in love before you get your happy ever after with your one and only Prince Charming.

Jim Mason x OC multi-series Heart of Novocaine

Jim loves to party and has a drug problem but when he finds out that his best friend has a drinking problem, he decides to get help for both of them. He is in love with her. The problem? She already has a girlfriend and he has a girlfriend too. Are they a match made in heaven for each other or are they just another lesson in each other's lives?

Duncan Shepherd x OC multi-series Strangelove

Duncan and his girlfriend Rose have been together for going on two years. They care deeply about each other. She has a secret though that he doesn’t know. Their relationship will be put to the test and their boundaries will be pushed. Will they be able to stay together or will their relationship start to unravel?

Duncan Shepherd x OC multi-series Another life

(Inspired partly by Eli Roth's/Keanu Reeves movie Knock Knock).

Duncan and his girlfriend of almost 3 years have their relationship put to the test when she goes away on a trip and Duncan is left at home until he receives a visit that will change his life forever. Crossover with American Horror Story Apocalypse and the Outpost/Michael Langdon.

Michael Langdon x reader multi-series Waiting For a Girl Like You

Michael is a player and reader knew him when they were kids. You go your separate ways and later cross paths again in college. You can't help but feel an attraction towards him. He ends up becoming your Italian tutor and you both come to know each other again. The problem? Michael is a fuckboy. Will your and Michael's rekindled friendship turn into something more or will you stay friends/FWB?

Surviving the Apocalypse- Michael Langdon x OC witches series

Who will survive the apocalypse? Its the end of the world. Michael, Coco, Gallant, Mallory, Venable, Mead, 2 witches Harmony and Scarlet, among others are some of the lucky few to survive. Or are they? They will be tested and pushed to their limits. Michael must test those left alive in outpost 3 but will he be able to resist temptation?

Andy Dolan x reader (abandoned wip)

Andy and reader had a tumultous and often complicated relationship and neither wanted things to end. They dated for almost 4 years but never married and even had a kid together and it was a girl named Opal.

Duncan Shepherd x reader x Emily Nelson (Simple Favor crossover oneshot).

Reader is best friends with Emily and dating professor Duncan. One night they decide to take their relationship to the next level with Emily once reader reveals her true feelings for the other woman.

Michael Langdon x reader oneshot- If I was Your Vampire

Michael Langdon x wife reader x Mallory oneshot (WIP)

Michael and you are married and in the outpost 3 together. When Mallorys true intentions and identity are shown she gets exposed and Michael and you make her pay.

@langdonss

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razrbladekiss · 2 months ago

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okkkkk this might be a strange request, but i vaguely remember you posting an ahs apocalypse inspired piece, and i just wonder if you can do one for joel? like… reader is one of cordelia’s witches, and joel is the michael langdon of the bunch. 👀 your old ahs shit was amazing, i CRAVE this. it doesn’t have to be smutty, just the visual of joel being literal satan is hot enough. 🔥

hey! oh, you’ve been here a very l o n g time if you remember all of that stuff 🫶�� but, anon, your wish is my command.

TREACHEROUS | Joel Miller

PAIRING: AHS AU antichrist!joel miller x witch!fem!reader

SUMMARY: joel is dead set on getting underneath your skin. you’re dead set on ripping his off. after the death of your supreme, you make it your mission to make joel miller pay for what he’s done.

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: i’ve literally lifted THAT scene from ahs here but tweaked it so that joel is just a horny, evil lil antichrist. AHS APOCALYPSE SPOILERS (even though it’s literal years old.)🫶🏻. most character’s names have been changed for reasons. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. mentions of past sexual activities. lil bit of sexual tension. blood and blood loss. weapons. violence. some witchy magical shit. reader has hair long enough to push over her shoulder. not proof read, parts have been lifted from a previous unpublished work so sorrrrrry if there are little nicks. but enjoy, anon!

With Angelica, her downfall was predicted.

Whilst her powers had started to dwindle, to ebb away into something reminiscent of perpetual weakness, her expulsion into perdition was something that you had always predicted.

As much as you once admired your Supreme, she was a heathen. A wonderfully vindictive woman whose faculty had the potential to lay within the realms of moral righteousness, but instead nestled amongst decades of stewing villainy.

She was, by nature, evil. Completely and utterly freezing cold to the fucking bone. And you weren’t exactly sorry to see the back of her, then.

Angelica taught you a lot about the real world, how mortals viewed witches, and how warlocks had never seemed to be able to practice anything of upstanding value—which was remarkably rich, coming from her—but Sabrina was who truly bestowed any form of wisdom onto you.

She had always been the supreme, in your eyes.

Everything about the woman was completely and utterly indescribably perfect. Sabrina was the kindest, most adoring woman—let alone witch—that you had ever had the privilege of being in the mere presence of, and she could do no wrong, in your eyes.

So many sacrifices, so much she had lost to protect and care for her girls at Robichaux, and she had bounds and bounds to show for it.

Everyone passed into her care, each young woman that she was tasked with granting sanctuary to, had always walked away—or stayed—completely satisfied and ready to embark on their next endeavour with inexhaustible understanding of the powers that they beheld.

Sabrina was a perfect scholar, custodian, maternal figure.

And that was what maimed you.

“What’re you gonna do? Kill me?” Exhausted, you ask.

It’s a palpable fatigue, something that he can taste. Something that he’s feeding off because seeing you so forlorn, so hopeless is a notion so inexplicably delectable, Joel Miller struggles to reign in his lecherous urges.

“I’m fed up, Joel.”

“Oh, come on, cupcake. Don’t give in that easily.” He promises in that tone. That sweet, lustrous rhythm that’s dripping in an almost sickening sweetness. Saccharine, perhaps. “You’re more resilient than this. I know you.”

“You don’t know shit.” You defend. Snippy.

“I know that you like sharp objects. And blood.” Joel twirls the blade—that Christine had stabbed him with some five minutes ago—between his thick, calloused fingers, and lets out a gentle hum. “You liked it when I choked and pounded you at the same time.”

Oh, Joel. Fuck—Joel.

You cringe at the thought. How he used to sneak into your room—through the fire escape next to your window—and fuck you senseless. How Joel would hold his hand over your mouth—still decorated with his spend and spit—and rut into your pussy, fast and hard.

Many a night you would cry his name. Many a night Joel would stuff you full of his cock, and leave before you could wipe the tears from your eyes and cum from your stomach.

And though you enjoyed it—at one very, very low point in your life—you shirk the notion.

This is retribution.

“The sex was good. But I’ve had better. With you, it was just stupid mistake, after stupid mistake. ” You snort a laugh. Histrionic, of course.

Joel gasps. He feigns offense, taking a step toward you for he knows that you’re lying.

Nobody ever fucked you that good.

“You’ve had better? All those nights were just…mistakes?” You nod. Joel licks his lips. “How come?”

“Because you’re the literal spawn of Satan, for fucks sake.” You spit, gesturing to his blood-sodden chest, hands, face. “You’re the antichrist, Joel, and you’re hellbent on destroying everything that anyone has ever loved, so why wouldn’t it have been a mistake?”

He just stands there with a small, sly smirk, dripping what seems like buckets of blood.

“You killed everything.”

“I destroyed everything.” He corrects. “There’s a difference.”

He’s insufferable.

You can’t believe that, once upon a time, you regarded him as high as what you did Sabrina.

“You have killed Paris.” You ignore what he says. You’re the one walking toward him, now. “You killed my best friend, you killed Christine, and because of you—and whatever the fuck you did—my coven is dying!”

Joel doesn’t care to figure out who is who in your little monologue. They were all just burdens, to him. Witches in his way from fighting the greater evil.

“Baby—“

“Don’t you call me that, you bastard!”

Before he knows it, he’s being pinned against the stone-clad wall by a force so fervent, so unbelievably dominant, he struggles to comprehend that you’re the one behind it.

This is so incredibly sexy. I wish I could just bend her over my fuckin’ knee and—

“Don’t look at me that way.” Your chest is puffed out a little bit, tits damp with blood and sweat, and Joel wants nothing more than to lick that crimson away from supple flesh.

But he shrugs it off, hoping that he’s not appearing to be as desperate as he feels.

“Sabrina’s favorite witch is fucking insane.” He muses, using his entire strength—every last morsel—to pull himself back to earth.

Or, at least, to the ground.

“Believe me, I am no match for you.” You pant, still spent. “You’re as unbalanced as they could ever possibly come.”

Condescending, he tilts his head. “Are you flirting?”

“With you? Absolutely not.”

You take another step toward him, pushing maroon-coated strands over your left shoulder.

“With death?” You exert a soft, subtle smirk. “Always.”

“Angelica taught you well, hm?”

At that, you can find it in yourself to chuckle. Because you suppose that it holds some semblance of truth.

Danger—the concept of fucking dying—hadn’t been much of a thought before you came face to face with your first supreme.

You were once so mindful, so careful not to dance along the thin line separating life from death, and you’ve always been remarkably successful.

Up until today.

“She really did.” With a sick, toothy smile, you confirm.

Out on a complete limb and, with the power of telekinesis, you strive to snatch Joel’s weapon of choice from the confines of his fist.

It happens too quickly. You don’t have enough time to calculate the angle with which you should catch the blade, and it cuts deep into your palm.

You hiss at the blood loss, but you’ve got it.

He licks his lips.

“Angelica was a wonderful teacher.” Mimicking his earlier action, you skillfully spin the knife in your hand. “But Sabrina really taught me everything that I know.”

Joel snickers. It’s derisive. Cold. Seductive.

“She warned me.”

“About what, baby?”

“You.” Without reluctance, you blurt. You’re mere moments away from lunging forward and slitting his fucking throat.

But you remain poised. You apply some equilibrium. Something that Sabrina had always ingrained into your mind.

“Paris did, too.” At that, Joel stills.

What could Paris Montgomery possibly know about him?

“Well, it wasn’t so much a warning. More a divulgence of past activities.” You tease, watching the man start to fucking sweat.

Beads of perspiration fall from his temple to his cheek, glistening wickedly beneath the sparse light within the space. You notice it.

Is he getting turned on? Or is he shitting his pants?

“What you did to your poor grandmother, firstly.”

“I’d tread very carefully, if I were you.”

“Why? What’ve I got to lose now, Joel?” Your words are doused in venom, tongue blanketed with vitriol spite. You’re spitting his poison back at him.

Not many would be ballsy enough to contest him. To regurgitate his wickedness.

But Joel’s baby is.

“She killed herself to get away from you—all the shit that you put that poor fuckin’ woman through—“

“I said enough!” He barks, stalking toward you. You can almost sense where it’s going. “Do not fucking talk about her.”

The two of you are toe to toe, now. Almost chin to chin.

Plump lips smirk, raising the knife to rest over the placket of his shirt. Slowly, you lift it—glide it—toward his partly exposed chest.

“Why not?” Your qualm is tangled around a soft, dulcet whisper. Something that resembles comfort, almost. “You’re gonna kill me, anyway. So, what difference does it make—“

“All of the difference in the fucking world.”

You both still. Your arm drops, the blade resting against your side. Simply stunned.

“Sabrina.” Joel greets, stepping away from you. He makes his way toward the supreme, only stopping when he feels a hand tug him backward. He shrugs you off, though doesn’t dare to get any closer.

“Sabrina, I have this handled.” You—the youngest witch in the clan—plead, understanding what’s brewing.

What this means.

“Go back to Melissa.” Almost completely desperate, you state.. “She needs you—“

Sabrina’s gaze is penetrative. It seldom flickers away from Michael as you strive to reason with her.

“She’s fine. Bloody, but fine.”

He snarls. He hadn’t succeeded with killing off the entire council quite yet.

But, with his rival before him, Joel cannot afford to waste any more of his most valuable time.

“How did you think this would end?” Each syllable crushes you.

You can feel something ripping through flesh and bone as he shows absolutely no mercy.

“Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win. Miss Supreme.”

Sabrina looks between you two, watching your wounds weep and heart visibly shatter within the confines of a wickedly palpitating chest.

“Not on your own.” She exerts confidently, about to drive her claws as deep as they could possibly go. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled the entire way. By your father, the warlocks.”

With each flying comment, Joel’s blood begins to boil. It bubbles, sputters like wildfire. But he has to take it.

Listening to what she has to say is the very fucking least that he can do.

“I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared, pathetic little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand fucking nuclear bombs.”

“But I never expected to.” Almost instantly, he declares.

The depletion, the absolute fatigue riddling their bodies is painfully evident to you as you can do absolutely nothing aside from watch—and wait—for the ending that you have so desperately tried to put off.

“Like a cockroach, I knew you’d survive the nuclear fallout. I wanted you to.”

His fists clench, rings scraping against bloodied and bruised palms. Your cunt throbs—remembering when his knuckles were deep inside of you—but it’s not the right moment.

He makes you fucking sick, now.

“And now I’m gonna have the satisfaction of watching you die, knowing you failed.”

“She has not failed.” You speak up.“She will never fail, either. And when she dies, her legacy will live on for fucking ever. Which is a hell of a lot more than what can and will be said for you.”

He turns his head to heed the snark, the sheer irascible complacency written on your beautifully withered completion, and scoffs.

“The world is over, sweetheart.” Joel tells you. “When Sabrina dies, then so do all of you other witch bitches—“

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Fed up of exhausting the same point over and over, Sabrina rasps. “Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure.”

Tears begin to brew, to roll downwards and toward the apples of her cheeks.

“But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope.”

Your breath hitches, rhythm becomes sporadic.

“You will get to watch me die.” Says the supreme while her voice cracks, and Joel Miller watches her begin to crumble from the inside out.

He’s enjoying it too much.

“But you won’t find it satisfying.” Sabrina finishes, snatching the bloodied knife from you.

Her throat closes up, heart slows down.

“Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion, motherfucker.”

And before you have time to wrangle your thoughts, to produce a reaction, you’re watching as your supreme—the one woman that has cared for you since you embarked on that beautiful spiritual journey at Robichaux—plunges the blade straight into her heart.

“No. No—“ Unable to produce anything aside from a mere whisper, you rasp.

Joel is just as shocked. Devastated, perhaps. Because he isn’t the one driving a dagger into Sabrina’s chest, or ripping her head from its place on her neck. It’s her. Just how he had feared from the start.

She’s gasping for air, but there’s a smirk creeping toward her face as she stumbles backward—fist perpetually curled around the blade protruding from her chest.

“Sabrina…” You mumble, breath breaking into a sob as your supreme—your best friend—mouths I love you before falling—flights—toward the ground.

“No!” Joel yells, sprinting toward the ledge. “Fuck!”

But then your eyes light up.

“You were never going to get the last laugh, Miller.”

“It isn’t over.” He pants. His chest heaves as he watches blood ooze from the body that lay atop the concrete ground. “It is far from fucking over.”

He turns on his heels to see you there in the doorway, draped in black, somehow even more vibrant than when you arrived today. Your skin gleams, it glows and you smile because you are certainly aware of what will happen over the course of the next sixty seconds.

Sabrina is dead, so a new supreme must rise.

“It’s over, Joel.” Your nails dance along the crimson jacket, inching closer to his throat. “You failed to execute whatever the fuck it was that you had planned, and now its over.”

You’re teasing as always, stifling a wicked little snicker.

Joel wishes that he could fuck the smile from your face one last time. And maybe he will. When you’re both rotting in purgatory for eternity.

“We had fun though, don’t you agree?’

“I thought you regretted it?”

“I have only one regret in this life.”

Licking your lips, Joel’s eyes search your face for an answer.

“And, tell me, what would that be?” His habitual cockiness returns for one final jab, though he is simply no match for you, now.

Your telekinetic energy—ardent power—is being put to the test once more, summoning that fucking knife from its residual position lodged between Sabrina’s ribs.

It flies into your grip—by the handle, this time.

“Not trying to kill you sooner.” You snort, thrusting the overworked knife into the toughest, hardest part of his spine and he drops to the floor.

Blood pours from his back, saturating the already red-stained blazer, and you’re simply unable to do anything aside from laugh.

Because this is the end. It’s all over and fucking done with, now.

And though—once upon a time—you enjoyed fucking his brains out, watching him die a slow, painful, death—at your hands—is a lot more satisfying.

Will he end up coming back? Who knows. With the antichrist, anything is possible. But for now, you’re reveling in the idea that you—a mere witch bitch—is the reason for Joel’s unruly demise.

You can’t help smiling as you get to the ground—hands on your knees—and rasp; “I’ll see you in another life, baby.”

#this is literally ahs apocalypse but joel-y. and i am liiiiiiving for it besties #anon you are my hero. you also deserve a cookie for being here this long #joel miller au #joel miller #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x afab reader #joel miller x afab!reader #joel miller x reader fic #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you

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thethreeeyed-raven · 8 months ago

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⋆♱ AHS ♱⋆

navigation

🕷️fluff | 🕸️angst | 🐈‍⬛suggestive | 🪦platonic

⋆♱ MURDER HOUSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Tate Langdon ♱⋆

🕷️ • meeting him in the murder house | gn!reader • part two

headcanons

⋆♱ Violet Harmon ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ ASYLUM ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kit Walker ♱⋆

🕷️ • the first step | x fem!reader

🕸️ • it’s okay to cry | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 🕸️ • home | x gn!reader

⋆♱ COVEN ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kyle Spencer ♱⋆

🕷️ • party party | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Misty Day ♱⋆

🕷️ • listening to fleetwood mac with her | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Nan ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Queenie ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Zoe Benson ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ FREAKSHOW ♱⋆

⋆♱ Dandy Mott ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Jimmy Darling ♱⋆

🕷️ • defending him | x gn!reader

⋆♱ HOTEL ♱⋆

⋆♱ James Patrick March ♱⋆

🕷️ • buying him a dog | headcanons | x reader

⋆♱ Tristan Duffy ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ CULT ♱⋆

⋆♱ Ally Mayfair-Richards ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Beverly Hope ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Kai Anderson ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ APOCALYPSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Cordelia Goode ♱⋆

🕸️ • as i watch you die | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Michael Langdon ♱⋆

🕸️ • qui totum vult totum perdit | x gn!reader

🕷️ • halloween party | x gn!reader

🕷️ • trick or treating | x gn!reader

🕷️ • bonfire night | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 5th of November | x gn!reader

🕷️ • new years | x gn!reader

🕷️ • valentines together | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Mr Gallant ♱⋆

🕷️ • being his best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ 1984 ♱⋆

⋆♱ Bobby Richter ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🪦 • finally | x sibling!reader

⋆♱ Xavier Plympton ♱⋆

🕷️ • i cared too much that it killed me | x gn!reader

⋆♱ DOUBLE FEATURE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Austin Sommers ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • saving you from the pale people | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Harry Gardner ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ TB Karen ♱⋆

🕷️ • inspiration | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Valiant Thor ♱⋆

nothing yet

@lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom • @fangsp1der-2099 • @knight-of-flowerss

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chaos-is-beautifvl · 1 year ago

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it’s been well over a year since i posted my writing in the ahs fandom. and, after a bit of searching the tags, i realized that the activity for michael langdon (in particular) has drastically decreased since i was last here

that being said, i have a couple stories that i never got around to finishing, as well as two series i left on hiatus. i, for sure, want to finish the series but let me know which one-shots you’re interested in. i would prefer to create stories that others are going to read and not just me

p.s. check out my other writing here and here (primarily michael langdon but also xavier plympton, duncan shepherd, and jim mason)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧:

✿ class reunions are overrated || outpost!michael

you think class reunions are overrated but a series of events following a certain blonde friend change your mind

✿ it’s called magic, darling || dilf!michael x teacher!reader

all the teachers have a crush on the hot dad with the adorable daughter but he only has his eyes set on one

✿ you’re not my friend

you and michael have to work together on a new project. michael is used to everyone falling at his feet, but he’s in for a rude awakening you could give zero fucks || inspired by therefore i am - billie eilish

✿ how did we get here?

you watch as michael changes into someone he’s not, leaving you questioning your relationship || inspired by decode - paramore

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

✿ no body, no crime feat. detective!duncan shepherd || preview here

the good detective comes to you with a mystery he thinks he’s solved, only to discover just how wrong he is || inspired by no body, no crime - taylor swift

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

✿ a helping hand || fem!reader, set in the outpost

your meeting with langdon takes an awry turn when he brings up something from your past

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

✿ 1984 x Coven x Apocalypse crossover || fem!reader, implied!poc

the year is 1984, you’re on the road with your cousin and everything seems to be going well. however, it all starts going to shit as soon as you set foot in that camp

chapter 1: the start of a wonderful summer | chapter 2: what donkey? | chapter 3: cece and freddy

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#ahs x reader #michael langdon x reader #duncan sheperd x reader #michael langdon fanfiction #xavier plympton x reader #american horror story x reader #cody fern x reader #ahs fanfic #ahs fic

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punk1nl0v333 · 3 months ago

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★☆about me☆★

a little bit about me, because why not <3

DISCLAIMER: if you know me IRL…. get outta here (unless ur matthew or ashton)

the name is charlie. pronouns are any i guess. i am genderfluid and bisexual. scenemo? a wee bit goth? I AM A MINOR.

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leo sun, leo moon, taurus rising. august 19th. spiritual and pagan, respect all religions.

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some of my amazing mutuals: @hoe4kai @hearts4golbach @sparky4577 @bornandraisediniowa @teapartyprincess4two

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music ~ HER’s, radiohead, weezer, the smiths, the smashing pumpkins, tv girl, sex drive culdesac, frank ocean, childish gambino, kendrick lamar, the beatles, sufjan stevens, mitski, panic! at the disco, pierce the veil (seen live!), blink-182 (seen live!), highschool, the cure, my chemical romance, sleeping with sirens, pigeon pit, peach pit, slipknot, korn, system of a down, strawberry alarm clock, michael cera, we the kings, fleetwood mac, avenged sevenfold, anti-flag, teen idles, chief keef, chase atlantic, michael jackson, billy joel, tears for fears, millionares, siouxsie and the banshees, molchat doma, she wants revenge, bauhaus, tokio hotel, and more tbh

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movies ~ call me by your name, mean girls, princess and the frog, adult world, megamind, the lorax, the perks of being a wallflower, paper towns, TASM, ITSV/ATSV, deadpool 1&2, coraline, paranorman, hocus pocus, beetlejuice, boxtrolls, kubo and the two strings, the red turtle, scream, then came you (2018), senseless, SLC punk, tangled, my little pony equestria girls/rainbow rocks/friendship games/legend of everfree, big time movie, ferris bueler’s day off, heathers, bill and ted’s excellent adventure, say anything, the proposal

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tv shows ~ american horror story, community, how i met your mother, big bang theory, school spirits, new girl, rick and morty, brooklyn 99, modern family, AHS. (but i already mentioned that), adventure time, sugar rush (can’t lie it slaps), schitts creek

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books ~ the perks of being a wallflower, paper towns, the obsession, want to go private?, girl stolen, gone girl, call me by your name, to kill a mockingbird, the tempest, catcher in the rye, around the world in 80 days, percy jackson series

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youtubers ~ danny gonzalez, drew gooden, kurtis conner, dylan is in trouble, the sturniolo triplets, filmcooper, sam and colby, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, bobbybroccoli, larray, quen blackwell, carrington

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people i will write about ~ evan peters (and his characters), sam golbach, colby brock, carrington bornstein, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, tyler/hansumfella, milo manheim (and his characters), percy jackson (book/logan lerman version), charlie kelmeckis, matt/chris sturniolo, nick sturniolo (strictly platonic), tara yummy, and others if they come up

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¡ rules and boundaries for my writing and recommendations !

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any creators that have specified boundaries about fanfiction will not be included, and please inform me if they have specified and i’ve written about them, and it will be taken down immediately.

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do not repost my work onto other websites, such as wattpad or ao3. do not “take inspiration” from my work without permission and without tagging me, it is all original unless stated otherwise (permitted inspiration or request will always be tagged). if you want to translate my work, ask for permission first and keep it on tumblr, and credit.

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im not comfortable writing mlm, or trans!fem reader, as an afab person i don’t think i can get the proper perspective and it doesn’t feel like my place to write that. gn!reader and fem!reader are always the table, however

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if a character is underage, i will not write anything but platonic/sibling type fics. the ONLY exception from this rule is tate langdon, considering the murky ghost/age rules.

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I AM A MINOR. i don’t mind adults interacting, but please please do not be creepy.

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i will add onto this if anything comes up and i hope you enjoy my future work :)

love always,

charlie.

#get to know me #welcome to my blog #girlblogging #fanfiction #theres so many things i can tag but honestly im lazy #evan peters #milo manheim #sturniolo triplets #jake and johnnie #emo #2000’s emo #scenemo #alternative #lgbtq+#actually trans #actually bisexual

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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 years ago

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Kinks & Cuddles

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: comforting kol after he faces his mother's rage

tags: hurt / comfort, mentions of abuse, cuddling, mild smut, mommy kink, blood drinking / sharing

word count: ~1.6k

note: this is inspired by a michael langdon fic i read years ago. i felt the kink fit kol, too. linked on my ao3 if i can track it down. also, i’m publishing this drunk :)

“Hello, love,” Klaus greets as you enter the mansion, “I assume Rebekah’s called you for the intervention?”

You nod, “is it bad this time?”

“One of the worst I’ve ever seen.”

You purse your lips, wondering how you’ll tackle it.

“Of course,” he continues, “we could just leave him like that. Eventually he’ll snap out of it and go on a killing spree to deal with his emotions instead.”

“No, I’ll get him better before it comes to that. It’ll be okay.”

“Alrighty then. Oh, but Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“He may be hungry. There’s bags in the fridge if you need.”

“Thank you, Klaus.”

“I’m only a phone call away if you need anything.”

After giving him a polite smile, you make your way up the stairs to Kol’s room.

Ever since you’ve started dating, you’ve become more involved in the Mikaelsons’ family business, which, unfortunately, includes their mother’s torment. It isn’t uncommon for the witch to punish them like children, no matter how old they are. Most of it is yelling, but there are times you’ve seen her be more physical, too. Elijah’s the only one who hasn’t been on the receiving end of her, but that’s because he’s never the troublemaker. And while he can often calm her down mid-argument, sometimes, his efforts are futile.

This is one of those times. Yesterday, Esther had gotten so angry at Kol that not even Elijah could stop her rage. You hadn’t been there, but his siblings recounted it to you. He had come back from The Mystic Grill a little drunk and the woman was furious, yelling about how he could’ve attacked someone and wouldn’t have been able to properly heal and compel the person away. Kol tried to defend that he wasn’t that drunk, but the defiance earned him a slap to the face. The boy gave up instantly, retreated to his room, and hadn’t been out since. As for their mother, she had left early in the morning, no note nor anything else. This unpredictability isn’t unusual for her, but it sure is maddening.

After Rebekah and Klaus had searched the entire mansion for their mother and found no trace, they called you. You have become sort of like a guardian angel to the family - saving them on multiple accounts, helping them through tough situations, and comforting them after episodes with their mother. Yes, it’s Kol that you’re dating, but you love the rest of them like siblings.

Their mother, of course, doesn’t know how close you are with the family. There’s no way she would allow it - not for someone to know the family secrets, nor for someone to love Kol the way you do. At the very least, she’d put a boundary spell around the house to prevent your entry; at the worst, she’d set out to kill you. The siblings wouldn’t put it past her.

“Kol?” You ask gently as you reach his door. He only groans, muffled by his pillow, in response. “It’s me, baby. Can I come in?”

“Fine.”

You’re just as quiet about turning the knob and sitting beside him on the bed. “Hey, you.” You brush your finger down his cheek. “You look quite cuddly.”

He doesn’t answer, opting to bury his head deeper into the pillow. His hair rests messily against it, and his eyes are closed. Strong arms keep it in place under his head, and the way that they’re flexed shows off his back muscles, which peek out from under the blanket.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay. That’s fine. Is it okay that I sit with you?”

“Yes.”

“Mmkay, good boy.” You murmur, cuddling up beside him. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then asks, “who called?”

“Bex, this time. She’s worried about you.”

“It was her last time.”

“I remember that. And it was you that called me.”

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Why do you always come when we call?”

“Because I love you all,” you reply instantly. “You’re the family I never had. Except for you, though,” you boop his nose, “because I love you in a different way.”

“I love you, too. Hey, um… can you do that thing you were doing last time?”

“What thing?” You try to rack your brains to what you did last time you comforted your boyfriend.

“This.” He haphazardly moved a piece of your hair as an example.

“Ah! Yes, I certainly can.” Immediately, you reach up a hand and pull it through his hair, playing with the locks, and massaging his scalp.

“Thank you. Feels nice.”

“Good. I’m glad. You need anything else?”

“No, just cuddles.”

“Okay.” You smile. Before you know it, you’re both fast asleep.

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You’re not sure what woke you up, but some hours later, you’re disturbed from a deep sleep. One of your hands still rests in Kol’s hair, while the other lies under your own cheek. When you open your eyes, though, instead of him being at eye level with you, his head is ducked down to your breasts. Before you can ask anything, you sigh involuntarily as you feel your nipple being tugged between his teeth. His tongue is swirling around your breast, wetting it, and then releasing it to flop back to its sideways position. His head then dips to take it in his mouth again, repeating the process.

As soon as you come to your senses, you try to find your words. “Kol?”

No response.

“You okay, baby?” You run your hand back through his hair.

This seems to wake him up, quickly. He snaps out of an apparent trance, removes his mouth, and refuses to look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I should’ve asked. I’m sorry, mommy. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, there,” you hook a finger on his chin, “no apologies, you’re perfectly okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He finally looks up at you, “but I touched you without asking.”

“It’s okay, baby. In fact, I’m glad you found the comfort you needed. That’s why I’m here.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Not at all. Do you feel better?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Good. Good boy.” His body shivers at the praise. “Do you need-” You stop mid-sentence. “Did you call me ‘mommy’?”

His face pales. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.” His head drops back to the sheets in embarrassment, “I don’t remember.”

“Kol…”

“Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh, pumpkin, I could never hate you! Actually, I find it endearing.” He swallows hard enough that you hear it. “Did you mean it?”

His eyes narrow, “Mean it as in…?”

“As like… was that a slip of the tongue, or was it something you’ve wanted to say?”

“I…I…”

“It’s okay, Kol.”

“I meant it.” He wets his lips. “I just… every time you come help me after mother yells at me, you make me feel safe. Like how a mother should. I don’t know why exactly it makes me want to call you that, but… it does.”

You tilt his chin back up again, and this time he obeys, “to make you feel safe and to love you are all I want to do, Kol. And yes, those are jobs your mother should be fulfilling, too, but if she won’t, I’ll gladly take on both roles.”

“Wait, really? It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. And you already know I love it when you suck on my breasts, baby. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you…”

“You can say it.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

“Of course,” you kiss his head, “mommy loves you. She’s here to take care of you. And, speaking of, are you hungry?”

Before he can answer, his grumbling stomach gives him away.

“Ah, so it seems.”

“I don’t want to go downstairs, yet. Please don’t make me.”

“Oh no, no, no, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you do anything, baby. I know what it’s like to be in that kind of headspace, and you really shouldn’t go down there until you’re out of it. Not only do I need to take care of you now, but I have first-hand felt the embarrassment of being in public while in a special headspace, and I don’t want you to go through that, okay? No, we’re gonna stay right here.”

He blinks up at you, wanting to cry at how thankful he is for your understanding, yet having no words to say about it. You catch onto this and kiss his forehead.

“Alright, baby, you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Mmkay, I want you to feed on me, okay?”

“Wait - no, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Kol. I trust you.”

“But-”

“You need to eat, Kol. And I’m not leaving you, nor letting you go down there. Now, come on.” You lift your wrist to his lips.

Slowly, he drags his teeth along your skin, still hesitant.

“Feed, sweetheart.”

He takes a deep breath, then finally pierces his fangs into your skin. You gasp at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Good boy, keep going. Keep going.” You play with your hair as you encourage him. “Mommy’s got you. She trusts you.”

After about a minute, the color returns to his face, and he drinks with more confidence. Then, he stops, and immediately bites his own wrist to bring to your lips. You take it, watch your wound heal, and smile up at him.

“Do you feel better?”

“A lot better. Thank you, Y/N, for the blood. And for comforting me. And for loving me. And for, y’know, not making fun of me.”

“I would never make fun of you. Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Do you need anything else?”

“More cuddles?”

“I’d love to.”

#kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #tvd fanfiction #mommy k!nk

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wroteclassicaly · 4 months ago

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fic authors self-rec game

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 🩷

Thank you for the tags, my loves - @thecreelhouse & @strangerstilinski

1) An untitled prompt with Steve, the first full length solo Steve fic I had written. I’m always amazed I was able to get the dialogue and the writing to flow so well. I feel like it’s some of my best work/Steve work to date! A simple angst/smut, ex-friends to lovers, with the reader being Steve’s best-friend’s little sister.

2) She’s Trouble (Eddie x Female Reader)

Best-friends to lovers. A fight leads to an extreme unraveling of tension. Tired of Eddie taking for granted what you do and overlooking you, you take action. My longest fic on here at almost 17K. Super proud of it!

3) We Can’t Go Back (Steve x Female Reader)

Basically, I’ve nurtured and outlined, planned, wrote for - for over a year, but have never published this story yet. I’m extremely proud of it and the way it challenges me creatively. You’ve always been in love with Steve, having went through it all together, but he marries your golden child sister (who remains oblivious to everything supernatural). When your ptsd causes you to lose your job and home, you have zero choice but to move in with the newlyweds.

4) Sharing the Night (Polin x Plus size!Female Reader)

Honestly, the dialogue and the descriptions - I’m proud of this! I was so inspired and doing a different time period was challenging! I definitely look forward to expanding this storyline. Can anyone guess what the reader’s occupation was? They welcome reader into their home and show her the love she deserves!

5) Ripe (Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

This is one of the most in depth pieces I’ve ever done, and I remain proud of it to this day. Michael has been searching for you, and he finds you when he least expects it.

Tagging: @corrodedcorpses @dandelioninajungle @moonbeamsandmayhem @courtingchaos @mrprettywhenhecries & whoever else wants to!

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shewrites444 · 2 years ago

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the eighth wonder [dom!michael langdon x reader smut]

inspired by the coven/apocalypse crossover. story owned by me, enjoy!

word count - 2.5k

[summary: michael spends the week at miss robichaux's academy to prepare for the test of the seven wonders, only to find an eighth wonder of his own.]

[warnings: dirty talk, minor degrading from michael, dominant male, overall sexual content but nothing too bad.]

cordelia handed me a large, clearly ancient book, with a leather cover and brown fragile pages, that read TEST OF THE SEVEN WONDERS in large, bold font. i gulp to myself, my body freezing as i am basically forced to accept the old book into my pale, shaking hands. i feel my nerves consume me, yet i nod, giving her a small smile and begin walking towards the staircase to make my way towards my bedroom.

"don't feel too intimidated, [y/n]." cordelia yells to me, smiling reassuringly as i turn my head back to her. "you're a very talented, exceptional young woman. this rookie warlock has nothing on your powers, my dear."

i sigh, glancing down at the book for a brief moment before facing my teacher again. "yes ma'am, thank you. i will try my hardest to protect our sisters, and this coven.. when exactly is mr. langdon supposed to arrive?"

cordelia shrugged lightly, rubbing her forehead in thought. "if i remember correctly, he should be here tomorrow night, just in time for dinner. remember to be respectful and collected. these men get a little cocky most, if not all the time, but we are better than them. if he mocks you, or the other warlocks do the same, simply keep your composure. they don't know how strong you are, and their hats will be blown off once they realize just who their newest warlock is up against."

"yes ma'am. i'll do my best to ignore any remarks." i nod quickly, then turn my head back around and begin to pick up my pace, making my way to my room in order to avoid anymore confrontation about the current situation and the talented warlock i'm now up against in a battle for my coven and my entire life.

i hold so much respect for miss cordelia, but i simply couldn't handle the continued discussion of who i'm up against. michael langdon was no ordinary warlock, and compared to him, i was just a young witch with little to no experience in the craft.

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the following day felt like weeks, but time quickly began to pick up its pace when a knock was heard at the front door. i followed behind zoe with my hands behind my back, sweat collecting at my palms as i nervously await the young man that could potentially destroy my future and my sisters' as well.

cordelia opens the door to michael langdon and two older warlocks, who quietly take a step inside and scan the room of women. i watch michael's blue eyes trail from witch to witch until he lands on me, taking a step aside and past cordelia, through the witches, until he is now standing in front of me, his head hung high as he holds his hand out to greet me. i wasn't sure how he was able to spot me so quickly. had the warlocks told him what i looked like? was i standing noticeably uncomfortable?

"michael langdon. i suppose you're [y/n] [y/l/n]. the pleasure is all mine." he took my hand as i handed it to him, placing his soft, pink lips against my warm skin, where i only felt my heart rapidly beat at his touch.

i nod with a soft smile, pulling my hand away and once again putting it behind my back, looking to cordelia as she lifted her hand to speak.

she's fairly attractive for a witch. quite a shame i'll be taking her down by the end of this week.

my brows furry in confusion as i look to michael, who was focused on cordelia. i had no clue what she was talking about, considering i was tuning out every word coming out of her mouth. i focused on michael's thoughts, which he had no clue i was reading, judging by the attentive look on his face.

maybe i'll mess around with her before this is all over. wouldn't be that big of a deal to fuck the enemy as long as i kill them after.

my eyes widen in fear, along with shock, as i snap out of my thoughts, then turn back to cordelia. i chew my lip, then watch her gesture towards the dining room table. the entire coven makes it's way into the enormous room, where michael and i sit at the head of the table, and everyone else sits down in line on each side of us, with cordelia and the two warlocks on the opposite side of the table.

as everyone begins to chat over dinner, i twiddle my thumbs, staring blankly at my meal while i think. what the hell was michael's motive here? does he want to kill all of us? if he's powerful enough to do so right now, then why the hell hasn't he blown our heads off?

no one's watching. do you want my hand between your thighs, [y/n]? or do you want to wait until everyone's asleep?

"w-what?" i freeze, glancing up to michael with burning red cheeks. i shake my head in disbelief, then grab the glass of water before me and gulp down a rather large sip. "i'm sorry, michael... um, i must be imag-"

he grins mischievously, shaking his head with a devilish smile from ear to ear. he leans closer, whispering in my ear just loud enough for me to hear his seductive tone of voice. "you aren't imagining things, dear. you must be a fool if you think i can't read your thoughts either. you've been wanting me between those pretty legs the minute i stepped in this coven, hm?" i feel his fingers trail up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my warmth. "spread them for me, pretty, won't you? i'm asking nicely."

"you know i can't do that." i nip back, glancing over to michael. "if you know i can read your thoughts, then why the hell would you want me to know your plan is to kill me when this is all over?"

he rests his hand on my inner thigh after practically forcing my legs apart, his pinkie finger rubbing against the black fabric of my dress. "maybe, after meeting you, i think you deserve a chance at salvation. you're different from these other witches, [y/n]. you may be weak at times, but you do have drive. you don't want to die, so you'll do whatever it takes to get to the top. am i correct?"

"yes.." i nod, looking down as his middle finger pokes at my wet panties. i shake my head, then grab his hand and pull it away, placing it back on his leg. "but you were right about wanting to wait until later tonight. i'd prefer a place where my sisters aren't two feet away from me.."

michael chuckles, then grabs his fork and begins to eat. "fair enough, miss [y/l/n]. i'll be at your bedroom door for 10."

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how does it feel to be such a dirty slut for your competitor? does it taunt you to know your pussy aches for your next supreme?

i want you to lay bare in your bed and wait for me, darling. i won't be much longer.

i nearly shiver at michael's words as they run through my head. while it may be beneficial to hear other's thoughts, sometimes it can really take me by surprise. i kept my composure, since i was so eager for michael to pay me a visit in the next few minutes. i stripped off my clothing and then laid in the middle of my bed, pulling the cover over myself in case one of my sisters for whatever reason decided to knock.

i feel a presence near, when i look up to see michael hovering above my bed. i jump in surprise and a good bit of fear, then blink to see him standing aside my bed at the speed of light.

"y-you scared me!" i shout in frustration, pulling the sheets over my shoulders to warm up my body full of goosebumps. "that isn't funny."

michael sighs, taking the sheets and yanking them off of me, before climbing into the bed. he was in his pajamas, which consisted of a pair of black boxers and a white tee. i noticed the bulge in his underwear, which only grew bigger when he watched my breasts begin to harden at the cold air and his presence in general.

michael leaned down to lightly peck my forehead, before trailing his kisses down my neck and soon to my right breast. he attaches his lips to the bud, swirling his tongue in circles and using his hand to play with the other nipple, which he lightly twists and pulls at. i let out a soft moan, lifting my legs and spreading them, practically begging the blonde before me to fuck my guts out.

michael pulls away after a minute, reaching behind me and to my nightstand, grabbing a black hair tie and beginning to pull his locks into a bun. "someone's eager, hm?"

"i-i'm sorry... i thought you were reaching over to get protection or something.." i play it off, looking up at him as i begin to close my legs in embarrassment. he quickly grabs my leg, pulling it open again and motioning his body into front of mine.

he pulls his boxers down and looks over to me. "protection?" he scoffs, lining himself up between my legs. "you're about to be fucked by the most powerful warlock since the beginning of the time. you don't really think this deserved to be blocked by a flimsy piece of rubber, do you?"

i shake my head, my eyes glued to his rather large cock as i think. "well, no... but.. i'm not on the pill, so i don't know if that's the best id-"

"trust me, love. it's better if you keep quiet and take what i'm giving you." michael snaps back, reaching over to place his right hand around my neck, his digits gripping the heated skin.

i hiss at his harsh touch, leaning my body up to watch him align himself. as he pushes his thick, long cock inside of me, i gasp. it had been awhile since i'd last had sex, especially with someone so much bigger than usual. i gulp, glancing up to the man as he begins to thrust, slowly and sensually.

"what makes you think you're so much more superior than me, michael?" i ask, resting my head against the dashboard of my bed frame, holding both legs open as he moves in and out.

michael scoffs, leaning closer to face me, our eyes locked as tension fills the room. his movements stop once he is balls deep inside of me. he leans his head sideways, almost in a taunting manner, as he formulates his answer to my unexpected question.

"hmm.." michael pretends to wonder, then nods to himself as his answers secures itself. "maybe it's the fact that i don't melt at the touch of my competitor. maybe it's because i'm not such a dirty little whore that will take any cock presented to her. how would cordelia react to this, [y/n]? you've practically betrayed your livelihood by fornicating with the enemy."

i roll my [y/e/c] colored eyes, sitting up and using all my strength to push myself on top of him, releasing his hand from my neck and to his side, which he then drags to my hips. he holds himself against me as i begin to move, my breasts hovering above him. i watch him attach his lips to my nipple, keeping a tight grip on my waist as i begin to bounce on his throbbing and straining cock. i knew he was begging for release, but with the way he was talking to me, did he even deserve such a gift?

"cordelia has no play in my personal choices, michael." i answer back, looking up to the ceiling as i curl my toes, shutting my eyes while i thrust, taking the man's cock with each harsh movement. "what provoked you to want to fuck me anyway? how am i the whore, when you're the one who's been thinking dirty thoughts about me the minute you stepped into our academy, too?"

michael released his lips from my breast, moving one hand to my cheek. he cups it, pulling my face down to look at him, my hair falling into my face while he deviously smirks.

"i told you, my dear. you're the enemy, and i always say to keep your enemies close. the more i think about it, i don't think death even deserves you. the only thing on this wasteland of an earth that deserves you is myself." he praises himself, grabbing the back of my head and tugging on my hair, which only pulled me down and onto his hungry lips.

i allow him to once again take control by flipping me on my back once again, laying down in missionary as he begins to pound his cock in and out of me. as i moan into his mouth, i feel my core begin to heat up as he slides inside of me perfectly, his touch causing my insides to boil in sexual frustration and need for release, which is soon granted to me as he pulls out, his warm seed mixing with my cum as it quickly squirts out of my pussy.

i gasp, looking up at michael as he catches his own breath. i watch him sit up and get off my bed, grabbing his boxers and slipping them back on, along with his shirt. he holds his hand out for me to get up, then affectionately pecks my lips.

"i'll see you tomorrow morning, [y/n]. maybe, now that we've both reached our release, we can focus on what's truly important." he grins, "who's going to be the next supreme."

i nod, tilting my head confidently and let go of his hand, walking back to my nightstand to grab my clothes. "i suppose so... i'll see you then, michael. good luck."

"same to you, dear." he then walks to my bedroom door and closes it immediately after leaving.

i sit back on my bed and attempt to process what just happened. while it was a positive that michael and i were able to get past our built-up sexual frustration towards each other, i couldn't seem to get him out of my head. i couldn't let this affect me and my sisters, and the entire world as we know it. i had to pass the test of the seven wonders, and ignore the eighth wonder of my own, no matter how attractive and charming the young warlock was.

#ahs fandom #ahs #ahs apocalypse #apocolyptic #michael langdon #michael langdon smut #ahs smut

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dyns33 · 1 month ago

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I looove your Michael Langdon Addams works...any hope of getting more?

Hello !

Sadly, even if I loved Michael Langdon with all my heart, it's all gone now... It was a wonderful period of my life, as you can see with my huge masterlist just about his character, and Michael Addams was one of my favorite, but I don't have any inspiration now. Very sorry, I hope you'll find joy in my old stories, and certainly with the others wonderful writers who are still in love with him

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starrynightmuse · 1 year ago

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HOTD Inktober

Hey guys, I am planning to draw some halloween inspired art for our favorite HOTD characters. Keep in mind, I'm a busy college student so I might not finish all these by Halloween — I might not even complete the list at all — but I'll try to draw for as many days as I can and drag the challenge out into November to give me more time. This is my first time participating in Inktober and I'm soooo excited 😁

Here is what I have currently planned (subject to change):

All Hail the Pumpkin King: Aegon as Jack Skellington

Down the Rabbit Hole: Helaena as Alice in Wonderland

Hellfire: Aemond and his son as Frollo and Baby Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Stitches: Alicent as Sally the Ragdoll

Black is Such A Happy Color: Rhaenyra and Daemon as Morticia and Gomez Addams

Nyctophilia: Aemond as an Edgy!Biker

Nevermore: Jace and Baela as Nevermore Academy students

"Why So Serious?": Daemon as the Joker.

Psycho: Young Rhaenyra as Harley Quinn

Something Wicked This Way Comes: Hogwarts AU? Witchy vibes? We shall see.

Little Mermaid: Alicent as Dark!Ariel

Murder House: for some reason I want to see Aegon as Tate Langdon

Dead Men Tell No Tales: Aemond as a Dark!Pirate

Freak Show: I'm thinking something with Helaena and her twins...

The Overlook Hotel: Baela and Rhaena as the twins from The Shining

Hawkins, Indiana circa 1983: Stranger Things AU

"I, myself, am strange and unusual" : Aegon as Beetlejuice and Helaena as Lydia

Til Death Do Us Part: Helaena as Corpse Bride

The Count: Aemond as Dracula

"Nothing here is vegetarian": Daemon as Hannibal Lecter

Mystery Incorporated: Alicent as Daphne Blake

Ice Cold: Rhaenyra as Jadis from Narnia

Haunted Mansion AU

The Phantom of the Opera: Viserys and Alicent as the Phantom and Christine

“I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind?”: Aemond as Frankenstein's monster

Underworld: Aemond as Charon, the Ferryman of the Dead, or Daemon as Hades.

Barbenheimer: this is going to be a piece for the 3rd generation characters...

Dia de los Muertos: Alicent and Rhaenyra as sugar skulls

221B Baker St: Jace and Luke as Sherlock and John.

Voodoo: I want to see Aemond as Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog

The Headless Horseman: Criston as a headless horseman.

Some additional ideas that I might use as backups for inspiration:

— Zombie!Lucerys

— Helaena as Dark!Sleeping Beauty

— Alicent as Ophelia from Hamlet

— American Midwest Gothic AU of Alicent and her kids (they have the vibes, am I right or am I right?)

— Alicent and Aemond as Norma and Norman Bates

— Aemond as Michael Myers

— Tale As Old As Time: Aemond as The Beast

(Can you tell I love drawing Aemond and Alicent?)

I also want to draw Alys as Malificent, Esmeralda (Hunchback of Notre Dame), Jennifer (Jennifer's body), or Bellatrix Lestrange (and also a spooky drawing of her summoning Ghost!Aemond) but it's gonna be hard because we don't know how Gayle Rankin is gonna look in her Alys getup and how her vibes are going to be on screen. So I suppose I'll just have to postpone all my art ideas for her til next Halloween. This goes for Cregan Stark, Gwayne Hightower, and Alyssane Blackwood too. (Ugh, I have a spooky idea for Cregan that goes something along the lines of "there's something lurking under the ice".)

#house of the dragon #inktober #halloween art #hotd art #hotd fanart #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #art challenge

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