#Michael Langdon fic

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American Horror Story

Thomas Browne x female reader

Closer To God

Impure Divinity

Unholy Conception

Michael Langdon x female reader

Portrait

Mind over Matter

Sticky

There's Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby

That's My Pretty Boy

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees x female reader

More Than Your Bargained For (But Better Than You Thought You'd Get)

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x female reader

Psychomachia

My Bloody Valentine

Harry Warden x female reader

My Bloody Betrayal

The X-Files

Fox Mulder x female reader

Inappropriate Workplace Behaviour

I Can't Wait For You To Knock Me Up

Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You

Fox Mulder x Dana Scully

Don't Panic

Saw

Mark Hoffman x female reader

Cunnilingus On Company Time

Peter Strahm x female reader

An Eye For An Eye

David x female reader

A Little Something In Pink

David (solo fic)

Saw 0.5 (XXX Version)

Resident Evil

Albert Wesker x female reader

Tentacle Sex in the Name of Science!

Leon S. Kennedy x female reader

Totally Medical and Professional Knotting

[hart269]

On Fire

Pairing : Michael Langdon x Reaer

Summary : Perhaps cooking wasn't the best option.

Warning : A little bit of fire and a chaotic Reader

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In hindsight you knew you shouldn't have but it was too late and now-

"Is the kitchen on fire" A panicked voice came from the door, your eyes widened as your head whipped towards the door at Michael, who had just came back from from a long antichrist meeting of whatever new was going on.

"Um, It certainly does look like that" You replied turning your head back to look at the flames spreading through the kitchen while the smoke detector went off in a frenzy.

"Have you lost your mind" Michael exclaimed rushing inside.

"Only a little" You assured him.

"Move away" he ordered and you turned to get out of his way away.

Using his antichrist magic, he lifted his red gloved hand and the flames was gone in a second.

"What happened" Michael turned towards you for a second until realisation dawned on him, "Did you try to cook?"

"I did, but I was going to order but then I saw this new recipe and I had to try it. So, I tried to make it but then the pan caught fire and by the time I came back with the extinguisher" you put up the extinguisher in your hand to show him you were telling the truth, "that had already happened". you winced as you looked behind at the scene of disaster.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not try cooking anything new alone" Michael scolded as opened the windows with a flick of his wrist so the smoke would go out.

"It was just once"

"YOU COULD HAVE DIED"

"BUT I DIDN'T"

"YOU COULD HAVE"

"Then you would have brought me back" you reasoned with a sly grin.

Michael took a deep breath in knowing it was futile to argue with you, "Okay, we should order out"

"Totally" you said moving near him take his coat off.

"What do you want" he asked as fished out his phone from his pocket linking his arm with yours.

"So, I found this amazing restaurant which has like really great Sushi" You almost squealed, your stomach growling thinking of that as you two walked away leaving behind the ruined kitchen.

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Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

Finding out you’re pregnant with Michael’s child - (Headcanons)

Losing your virginity to Oupost!Michael - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

First dates with Michael - (Headcanons)

Michael taking care of you when you’re sick -(Headcanons)

First time with Michael after he becomes the antichrist in full power mode - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Michael taking care of you during a depressive episode - (Headcanons) 💝💔

Michael & Tate bond - (Headcanons) 💝

Jealous & Protective Michael - (Headcanons)

Sub Michael - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Husband Michael - (Headcanons)

Protective Dad!Michael - (Headcanons)

Period Sex - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Dad Michael - (Headcanons)

Young Warlock Michael - (Headcanons)

Ripe

Chapter One ❤️‍🔥💝

Chapter Two (coming SOON)

Goodbye Means

Chapter One 💔❤️‍🔥💝

Fiercely Vigilant ❤️‍🔥💔

Magic ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Mine ❤️‍🔥💝

Home 💝

Because I Want To, Michael, I Want You 💔❤️‍🔥💝

If I’ve Ever Needed Someone, It’s Always Been You 💔💝

May I Taste Your Sin ❤️‍🔥

From Ashes To Pleasure ❤️‍🔥

Seeking comfort from Michael 💔💝

Cleaning blood off Michael after a ritual - (Headcanons) ❤️‍🔥

Michael senses your pain 💔💝

Not being able to sleep 💔💝

I’ll Meet You In The Changing Rooms ❤️‍🔥

Comfort 💔💝

Needing Michael 💔❤️‍🔥💝

Dad Michael - (Drabble) 💝

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Breaking Purity II ch. 19/?

<<Breaking Purity I here

Summary: You finally reunite with your uncle, ready to learn the truth about your past once and for all. The meeting will help you make an important choice that could change your life. 

Warnings: strong language, violence.

Words: 1.6 k

You can read it here: Ch. 19: “A choice”. 

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Michael Langdon x SAed reader while they're having a panic attack

I tried to be as accurate as possible when describing what it feels like to have a panic attack, especially since I've never had one before. I've very sorry to anyone who's ever had to experience anything such as SA before, my heart goes out to each and every one of you ❤

Calming Techniques (Michael Langdon x reader)

Warnings: references to past sexual assault, descriptions of a panic attack, talk of feeling nauseous, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, please read with caution

Your vision blurred as you felt yourself grow dizzy all of a sudden, grabbing at the wall for support. Unwelcome memories flooded your sight, causing you to feel the sudden urge to vomit.

You could make out Michael in the distance, quickly walking towards you to ensure you didn't fall and hurt yourself. Although you could see his lips move, the blood rushing in your head seemed to drown out everything else and made it impossible to hear what he was saying.

"I- I can't breathe," you choked out. Your chest felt constricted and your heart was beating so fast you thought it might burst out of your chest. "P-Please help me."

"It's alright, I'm here for you, okay? I'm here to help."

You heard him speak, but it sounded so far off. Your mind felt as though it were detached from your body, swimming around above your head in a dazy hue.

"I'm going to pull you closer to me, is that alright?"

You felt his arms envelope your body as soon as you nodded your head yes. He held you there, rubbing your back and whispering sayings of encouragement.

"It's alright, you're alright. You're going to be okay."

You shuddered, a sudden chill washing over you. Your stomach churned with discomfort. "I feel like I'm gonna puke."

"Do you want me to walk you to the bathroom?" He asked, you immediately shaking your head. "Okay, we can stay here if you want."

You leaned into his touch. You felt yourself getting calmer already, but that didn't mean the memories were suddenly gone.

He noticed this, which prompted him to ask his next question. "Do you want to do the method we usually do to help you feel better?"

"Yes, please," you whispered, your eyes brimming with tears.

"Okay, why don't we start with five things you can see?"

You looked around. "Um, you, the ceiling, the walls, the floor..."

He chuckled. "And? What else?"

"Does what I'm wearing count? I mean, I can see it."

"Sure. Now, what about four things you can feel?"

"The ground, the pain that's still in my chest, the fabric of my clothes against my skin, and you."

"Three things you can hear?"

"Um... well, I can hear you for starters, your voice. I can hear how fast my heart is beating, and the fan in the other room."

"Almost done. Two things you can smell?"

"Your cologne is one of them," you said with disgust, causing him to laugh. "Seriously, you really need to considering changing it to something a lot less subtle."

"Alright, what else can you smell other than my cologne?"

"Your shampoo. Now, that, I do like."

"Glad to hear it. Finally, what's one thing you can taste?"

"Well, I still feel like I might throw up, so the only thing I can taste right about now is acid reflux. And let me tell you, it tastes awful."

"Sorry about that," he said sympathetically.

"It's okay, I'm okay," you responded, your voice cracking as your eyes welled up with tears, making your sight blurry. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," Michael gently correct you. "But that's okay. It's okay to not be okay, y'know? You don't have to worry about being alone, because I'm here for you. I'll be here for you, every step of the way. Okay?"

"Okay," you said quietly, giving him a small smile of gratitude. "Thank you."

"Of course," he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back with his hand as he held you close. "I'll always be here for you."

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, not moving; just taking in the moment. In his arms, you felt safe, finally.

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American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

First Meeting

Tate Langdon

*coming soon*

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Relationship: Henry Creel | One | Vecna/Michael Langdon 

Characters: Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Michael Langdon, Martin Brenner, Eleven | Jane Hopper Summary:

The mysterious-looking man leaned his face close to Henry's — too close — whispering in his ear with a voice that was a note too deep, yet too sweet, with a hint of seductiveness, a promise of danger, "I'm Michael Langdon. Pleasure to meet you."

Henry knew, in that moment, how things would end: either Henry fucked Michael up, or Michael fucked him up.

Either way, he was surprisingly interested.

Or, a Henry Creel and Michael Langdon crossover fic no one asked for.

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⌕ your lips, my lips

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 18/02/24 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

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Mind Over Matter (Outpost!Michael x Reader)

Blurb: Michael has never had the chance to fuck anyone. He’s never found it appealing, even though he knows he is sexually attractive to pretty much anyone he encounters.  Now that he’s in the outpost and has everyone there under his control, he starts to get a few ideas about Y/N, a human gray. Maybe he could be putting her to better uses than scrubbing floors.

Warnings: smut, masturbation, spooky ooky kooky mind control (so slightly non-con??), degradation, sadism, mentions of death

Sex had never been something Michael got to experience, not that he had ever really wanted to. He never thought about sex very much. Of course, plenty of men and women had offered themselves to him. He knew what people were thinking when they stared at him, the lust in their eyes was hardly difficult to decipher. Perhaps the fact he knew he could have it any time made it seem common and uninteresting. He could never grasp why sex seemed to make the world go round for humans.

This all changed after he moved into Outpost three, where he ruled over every other being there. That power he felt when someone did his bidding, obeyed each command, quivered before him since they knew the repercussions of going against his word turned him on. He finally found himself regularly getting hard just thinking about people doing what he wanted them to do or fearing his wrath. Every time he stood in his black tiled shower, fisting his cock whilst steaming water battered his back, he came to the thought of someone whimpering below him, completely under his command. Finally, sex made sense to him; it was all about power. And what he wanted now was someone to exercise complete power over.

Out of all the people who he had decided to allow into the outpost with him, only one of them seemed to be suitable for his purpose. Y/N was a gray who was quiet and nervous. He could practically smell the anxiety radiating off her whenever they crossed paths. She was nothing but a mere human being, someone who he could destroy with a snap of his fingers. The way she never met his eye and shrank away whenever he looked her direction made him smile to himself. She was so docile and obedient, not just to him but to whomever commanded her, even the purples who she didn’t owe respect or obedience. She was, in Michael’s eyes, built for subservience. Built for being overpowered.

That’s why he decided he was going to use her for more than just scrubbing the floors of the outpost.

***

You were on your hands and knees, scrubbing the stone floor with a stiff bristled old brush. Your back was beginning to ache, as were your forearms and shoulders. This manual labour was a far cry from your old life, which you were now realising was a lot cushier than you first thought. In the outpost, you spent nearly every waking moment cleaning or washing clothes without the aid of electrical appliances. Even if sleeping could have been escape from the misery of your new monotonous life, you scarcely got any. Your pre-existing insomnia had gotten worse as your bed was a thin and hard mattress paired with some flea-bitten old blankets. Your nights were spent staring at the ceiling, not sure whether to be grateful you weren’t dead in the nuclear waste land outside or be angry that you were going to be worked to the bone here despite surviving the fucking apocalypse. 

You were so lost in your own thoughts and the rhythmic repetitive movement of the brush that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you. Michael stood, leaning against the wall nonchalantly, watching your hunched figure scrub the floor. He focused on picturing the body under the grubby pinafore, especially as you were unknowingly presenting your ass to him. If he cleared his throat, he bet you would twitch and turn to face him, fear in your E/C eyes, ready to obey whatever words he said.

That, however, would be too easy, too obvious, and too boring. No, Michael wanted something better than that. Mind control of humans, he had found, was very very easy. Right now, he could hear your thoughts. All he needed to do was tap into that stream of consciousness and command your mind or body. Without moving a finger, he made one of your hands move away from the brush and between your thighs. Gently, your fingers brushed against the cotton of your panties, rubbing your clit which hadn’t seen much attention in the past few weeks. 

Dammit, why do I feel turned on right now? I guess no one will see me. Plus, only sex is punishable here, they didn’t say anything about masturbating.

Michael smirked to himself. Your human brain was justifying the actions he was controlling. Your fingers moved quicker, rubbing tight circles on your clit, making a little bit of wetness dampen your panties. Soon, he commanded your fingers to push your panties aside and press into your wet cunt. A soft whimper came from your mouth as you found yourself fingering yourself, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making too much sound. you had no idea why you were touching yourself or why you suddenly felt so horny, but it had hit you like a wave. A moan escaped your lips as you pressed two fingers inside yourself, your fingertips tickling your G-spot. 

Michael’s cock twitched at the sound of your moan. You looked so pathetic and helpless, completely at the mercy at whatever he wanted you to do. Best part was that you didn’t even know it was him doing it. He watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, your moans muffled by your other hand as you attempted to silence yourself. Finally, he decided he was finished toying with you for day. His curiosity and desires were satisfied, his cock was hard and in need of release, and he now knew how easy it was to control you. He transmuted himself back to his room, wasting no time in pulling out his hardened and dripping length. He thrusted into his hand, picturing you on all fours, his length stretching your tight twat and you moaning and begging him to fill your desperate hole. With a deep groan, he came into his hand, shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

***

Your eyes snapped open. Stirring from your bed, you found your legs moving without you even deciding to move. Your body was carrying you away without your permission. You tried to stop but you kept on moving, ascending the stairs leading up from the gray quarters. All along the darkened corridors you walked, although you didn’t know where you were walking. Panic set in as you couldn’t regain control over your body, as much as you tried to grab onto the smooth stone walls to stop your relentless pace. Your body rushed past several dark doorways, coming to stop outside the only one with candles lit outside. 

“Oh fuck.” You whispered to yourself, recognising who’s door you were currently stood outside. 

Before you could even form the words ‘Michael Langdon’ in your mind, your hand was on the handle and sliding the door open. The room, however, was empty. You sighed in relief, thankful that you weren’t face to face with an enraged Michael, who would undoubtedly kill you for entering his room so boldly. Your body marched you into his room, taking no notice of your mental protests. 

The door you had left open slammed shut with a bang that made you jump. You wanted to turn around to see who or what had closed the door, but your feet had rooted themselves to the stone floor.

“May I ask why you are in my room, gray?” asked Michael in his seductive drawl, taking agonisingly slow steps towards you as you stood, quivering like a cornered animal, unable to flee or face him.

“I-I am sorry, sir. I will leave immediately.” You squeaked out, feeling like you were being choked. You felt his form loom over you from behind.

“Then leave. Get out of my sight before I decide to do something worse than ask Miss Venable to double your workload for the next four weeks.” He commanded, although the anger in his voice seemed dulled down, not quite as threatening as it usually was. It sounded almost fake, like he was putting it on.

You didn’t want to risk misinterpreting his anger, however. You tried to move your body in the direction of the door but your legs moved in the opposite direction, walking you to the large bed in the centre of the room. You sat, spreading your legs. Your left hand began to creep towards your panties.

“No! No, stop!” You said aloud, grabbing your left wrist and trying to wrench it away. It was no use, as whatever it was that was moving your body for you was far more powerful than you. Defeated, you let your fingers caress the lips of your pussy through your cotton panties.

“You are a filthy human, touching yourself in my presence!” Michael seethed, looking annoyed by your display but also staring intently at the way your fingers moved against the fabric and how the lips of your cunt were stuck to it, already creating a damp patch.

“I don’t mean to; I don’t know has come over me!” You wailed, both frightened and frustrated with whatever was going on with your body. Your fingers kept on stroking your cunt, beginning to move more fervently.

Michael could feel blood rush to his cock. The panic on your face and your confusion over what had caused your body to cease to be under your control enthralled him. You were merciless to his power as he made you yank your panties off and begin fucking yourself. You alternated between moaning and crying, as your body was aroused whilst you were terrified of what Michael was going to do to you for touching yourself in front of him. Tears dripped off your face, wetting your cotton night dress and making it become translucent. To Michael, you were a picture of powerlessness which only made his length harden more, making his black slacks uncomfortably tight.  

As fun as it was to watch you finger-fuck yourself whilst begging him to forgive you, Michael decided to reveal who was controlling your body. After all, he couldn’t have your crying waking everyone up and interrupting his fun.

“Y/N, do you have any idea why you cannot control yourself?” He asked, his voice calm yet cruel.

“No-no, I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t mean to I just c-cant stop.” You said hopelessly, feeling yourself blush as you looked up at him staring at you hungrily. Of course, you thought he was very attractive, you’d have to be blind not to, but that didn’t lessen the embarrassment of having him watch you touch yourself like a horny teenager. 

Your fingers went limp. Your whole body went slack, and you fell backwards onto the bed. Whatever force had been contorting your body had ceased. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you looked at Michael who was smirking, a look of smug delight on his face. It finally clicked.

He had been controlling your body. 

Not just tonight, but that time when you had begun touching yourself when scrubbing the floor. All sense of fear left you as you glared at his smug face. Michael began laughing, amused by your rage at how he has completely violated you by using your body for his entertainment.

“You…you fucking asshole!” You hissed, so furious you couldn’t even raise your voice. “How dare you do that to me!”

“You’re forgetting that I saved you from perishing out there. By all rights, you belong to me, I can do what I please with you.” Michael stretched out a hand toward you. Your body was flung back up towards the headboard. He was above you in an instant, his honey blonde hair falling about you, blocking the rest of the room from view. 

“You’re nothing but a little fuck toy for me to experiment with. Don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous that the son of Satan has never indulged in lust? I think it’s high time I changed that, fulfil my role, and you can fulfil yours.” He purred, leaning down so his lips brushed yours as he spoke.

So, this was all about the fact Michael Langdon, the fucking antichrist, has never had sex? Or hadn’t had enough sex (in his eyes anyway)? Maybe if he had just asked you, you would have willingly obliged to fuck him. Something told you it wasn’t just sex he wanted out of this.

You didn’t have much of a chance to ponder on this as Michael drew himself back from you and your body rolled itself over without you wanting to. The cotton nightdress that had scarcely concealed your body was removed and thrown to the floor. Your knees propped your ass up and your face pressed itself against the bed. There was denying that now that you knew it was Michael controlling your body, you felt a lot calmer about this whole ordeal. Many nights you had touched yourself, imagining how it would feel to have him fucking you into the mattress or gripping your hips as you rode him. Now that fantasy was becoming reality, you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation, very much of your own accord. His hands caressed your waist, trailing over the contours of your hip and ass. He dipped his thumb into your cunt as if he was testing you out.

“Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how much you want me to use you.” He commanded, undoing his belt then removing his shirt and slacks.

“I want your cock to split me in two, sir. I’ve wanted it all along.” You felt embarrassed saying these kinds of things. It felt like a lifetime ago that you and your boyfriend Jim had whispered filthy things to each other on the phone at night. You felt a twang of pain at the memory of your now (most likely) dead boyfriend.

“Go on. Are you going to be my little toy for tonight?” He prompted, snapping you out of your reminiscing.

 “I’ll be your toy, sir. You can use me all night long.” You said, unsure whether you were actually saying these things out of true desire or whether it was out of desperation to feel some form of intimacy after so many months spent alone and without physical contact of any kind.

Michael’s response to your answer was to enter you without warning, using your slick as lube. His hand gripped your hip as he pressed into you going deeper and deeper, as if his cock was bottomless. You groaned into the mattress as your walls stretched around his impressive length. He wasted no time, starting to thrust in and out of your slick cunt, savouring the tightness and silky flesh. It felt vastly more pleasurable than how his hand felt. In fact, it was the greatest indulgence in pleasure he had ever felt. Now he understood why lust was one of the seven deadly sins because the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, twitching around him, and your whimpers of sheer gratification was anything but holy.

Unable to move, you were trapped beneath Michael as he pounded into you, his balls slapping your clit as he ravaged your body. You hated to admit it but this was the best sex you had ever had. Feeling helpless beneath this beauty of a man, being totally used by him for his selfish pleasure was undeniably arousing, as evidenced by how your own slick was beginning to drip onto the black sheets. Even better was the noises Michael was making; he certainly wasn’t shy about moaning and gasping as he explored how far he could push his cock into you. Considering he was technically a virgin, you felt almost honoured to be making him curse and groan whenever he felt you tighten around him. The pressure in your lower stomach was getting too much to bare as you felt your orgasm creep closer with every deep thrust.

The familiar sensation in his cock told Michael he was close to cumming. He was annoyed that he didn’t last longer but your pussy and cute whimpers as you came close to your own orgasm were so much better than his hand and his imagination. Pulling out, he seamlessly made you flip onto your back, legs spread. 

“I want to see your face when I make you cum all down my cock. You’ve been such a good little toy for me, Y/N.”  Michael said, lining himself up with your pussy.

You hated that him calling you by your name made you feel a little bit….loved? You knew he saw you as nothing more than a hole to fill, but after the heartbreak of losing Jim and having no one ever call you by your name anymore, to hear it whispered in a low and lustful tone stirred tenderness within you. Not to mention that the praise he gave you made you feel a little less invisible and a bit more appreciated, even if it was only for his pleasure.

Michael entered you again, moaning at your soft insides wrapping around his cock. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down gently. You felt your insides contract into an immediate orgasm, your hands grabbing the sheets, your mouth hanging open in shock and bliss. But the orgasm didn’t crest and fall, it just kept going and going, like you were suspended at the peak. Michael bottomed out before thrusting back into your spasming cunt, enjoying how shocked you looked at the unnatural orgasm he was giving you. You were truly under his command, completely within his control and at his disposal. With one last thrust, he came, shooting his load into your awaiting womb. He removed his hand from your stomach, allowing you to come down from your orgasm and fall back against the pillows. 

You felt utterly used; your pussy was full of Michael’s seed and you were dizzy from the sheer level the orgasm had brought you to. It wasn’t something a body was meant to endure and sure enough you were feeling it. Michael pulled out of you, panting from exertion. He had got what he wanted, and it had lived up to his fantasies. You had submitted under him, powerless and under his control. Seeing how pliable your weak human body was and how easy it was to send you into a frenzy of pleasure had converted to him to the idea that sex was something he wanted. Considering he could just make you walk up here whenever he wanted, he was certain that he would have you in here every night.

You went to get up, relieved to feel that your body was once again under your control rather than Michael’s, who looked to be in a daze. Retrieving your nightdress from the floor, you pulled it back on, guessing that now that Michael was finished with you, you were once again just another servant under his command. You snuck out the sliding door, walking back through the silent and dark hallways, trying not to think about what just happened to you.

You didn’t know if you wanted it to happen again or wanted it all to be stored away in your mind as just a terrible nightmare that was never part of reality. 

[crown-ov-horns]

Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.   

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.  

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.   

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

“Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles   had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation  you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

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SCARS

Summary: What is the part of you that humiliates you the most?

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  

‘‘Take off your dress.’’

‘‘ ...what?!’’

‘‘You won’t get a second chance, Y/N.’’

‘‘Please…’’ you beg as a powerful wave of terrible memories arises in your mind, making you feel sick.

                                       (Take off all of your clothes)

‘‘Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination,’’ Mr. Langdon says and you nod in response immediately, too scared to go against him on this.

He stands behind you and unzips the back of your gray dress, slowly. You just close your eyes wishing the earth would swallow you. The dress falls to the floor leaving you just in your underwear. 

There are scratches and deep scars all over your back. Mr. Langdon runs his fingers through your injured skin.

 ‘‘Who?’’ he asks, hoarsely.

‘‘My stepfather.’’

He hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again.

 ‘‘And... did he get what his deserved?’’

‘‘I set him on fire with the same alcohol he spilled out in his sleep,’’ you spit with pure hatred in your voice.

‘‘Good’’, he says behind you. 

.....

...

‘‘... Have I passed the test, Mr. Langdon? C-can I put my dress back on?’’

He stands in front of you with a creepy smirk drawns in his face.

 ‘‘You’ve been a survivor all your life, why would it be different now?’’

‘‘Thank you.’’

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Breaking Purity II ch. 17/?

<<Whole Breaking Purity I

Summary: After Reader finds out the truth about her parents, Michael decides to go looking for them in hopes to make a deal with the Devil. 

Words: 2.4 k

Warnings: none 

A/N: sorry for the delay. I’m quite busy but I haven’t abandoned this novel. 

You can read it here: Ch. 17 “Descensum”.