#Michael Langdon x Plus Size!Reader

[lostgirlfandom]

Reunited

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Female!Reader

Warnings: mentions of an apocalypse, afab reader

Words: 1.1k

Summery: Michael finds his Queen in the last place he expected.

Sitting in the office with a soft orange glow to the room from the fire place and candles spread throughout the room, your hands sat in your lap with your finger pads rubbing together in an anxious tick. Your eyes flicked from the man sitting at the desk, to the fire, to the candles... anywhere but at the man whose aura stunk of power and intimidation. His mid-back length golden hair looked like silk and made your hands want to run through the tresses, which is why you were trying to keep your hands busy. His sharp stare never left your form as he examined you... your hair down your face, lips twitching as he watched your eyes flick anxiously around the room. His eyes left a hot flush down your body as he kept watching you.  

After a thick silence befell the room for close to ten minutes, he broke the silence. “Y/N Y/L/N...” his smooth voice spoke surely and softly into the room. Sounding like butter as he spoke your name.  

You took in a slow breath as you looked up and finally locked eyes with him. He noticed your eyes dilate as you focused on his eyes... his beautiful eyes that made you melt and become submissive.  

Feeling your throat become dry, you blinked and swallowed the saliva in your mouth before licking your lips. “Yes, sir” You gave a delicate whisper.  

His lips twitched in a smirk as he tilted his head at you. “Why are you here?” He asked you. Leaned back in his desk chair, his arms on the arm rests as one arm lifted to place a hand to his face. His rings glinting in the fire light.  

Blinking again, you snapped out of the daze you were in and looked back down at your hands. Your hands grasped the purple dress you were basically forced to where for the last 18 months at the Outpost. “I...” You paused to take a deep breath. “I was told that I was chosen because of my DNA... that I had special genetics or something of similar nature.”  

The tone of your voice told anyone that was paying attention that you didn’t believe a word you just said. Langdon’s brow frowned as he observed you. Not that you noticed as your gaze was still on your lap. Your body language went from behind nervous and anxious to a little depressive but accepting.  

“You don’t think so?” He asked as his gaze stuck to your body.  

Your brow frowned and lips pursed before speaking. “I don’t know why I’m here to be honest, Mr. Langdon.” You took a small glance from under your eyelashes to look at him. “I had average grades in school, was working at Walmart before this shitstorm while getting an associate's degree. I’m not..” You took a deep breath and corrected yourself. “I wasn’t rich or poor...”

You paused as you examined his face as you slowly lifted your head. He licked his lips and then sighed. “Like Timothy and Emily, you were picked specifically for your DNA and good genetics... None of that stuff matters anymore... You are here because I hand-picked you and several others because you had prime genetics to survive. You were never sick growing up, were you?”

Tilting your head, you nodded. “Mom always said I-”

“Had a perfect immune system.” You both spoke at the same time. He nodded with a grin.  

“Exactly... And I think I picked you for good reason.” He left the comment hang in the air as he held your gaze, making your body flush. Twisting the fabric of the dress in your hands, you couldn’t look away from his eyes.  

“I-I-I" You slightly stuttered before biting your lip and looking into the fire.  

In a split second, you felt hands fall over yours. You’re head quickly turned and saw Langdon knelt in front of you, his hands softly pulling yours from the dress. The heat from his hands was soothing and calming. His fingers caressed your hands and fingers as you locked gazes with him again. A soft smile sat on his lips as he gazed up into your eyes. Flicking his eyes between both of yours, bringing your hands to his mouth slowly and gently. Pressing your knuckles to his lips.  

“You are here because I wanted you alive... Ms. Y/L/N.” His right-hand lifted to caress your neck with his thumb on your jaw, rubbing it gently.  

Your lips parted softly as your eyes because entranced with him again. You didn’t notice the fact that he was in front of you in seconds... or the fact that he was leaning up slowly... But you did notice his eyes that glinted and shined with adoration and glee towards you.  

Involuntarily, your eyes closed when his did and your lips met his. You took in a sharp breath at the feeling of his soft lips brushing yours, a tingling spreading down your spine causing goosebumps over your skin.  

Then images... no memories flashed through your mind.  

Memories of Langdon... Michael. How you first met, the time you spent together, the Black Mass, the time you first kissed and made love, the I love you’s. The fight between him and witches, them taking you away.

Coming back to your senses, you pressed back against him and cup the sides of his neck to kiss him desperately. Passionately, your lips danced with his. Pouring all the love you had for him into the kiss, him doing the same. Feeling the difference from moments before, joy spread through his chest. You both now feeling your hearts feeling full now... beating at the same time and swelling with love for each other.  

Breaking apart, you pressed your forehead to his and opened your eyes at the same time as him. Staring into his eyes, you felt your eyes well up with tears as you whispered out with broken words. “Michael.”

His own eyes welled up as his jaw clenched up. “Y/N... My Queen.” He gave a husky gasp before smiling widely. “This time... you’re not leaving my side.” Speaking with convection, he stood up and pulled you with him.  

You smirked at him. “Never, My King.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist while your hands went to wrap around his neck and play with hair just at the base of his scalp. “This time the witches die... at both our hands.” He smirked at you, seeing your eyes flash with fire.  

“No hesitation.” You whispered out before pulling him to press your lips to his hungrily. His grip tightening on your sides as he kissed back, devouring your moans as your tongues entangled.  

Neither of you noticed the candles and fire rising at the joint power of King and Queen of the Underworld finally reunited.  

[wroteitbutneverwatchedit]

Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments

Also letting you all know I’m taking requests again!! But take heed of my username. I wrote it but never watched it.

I will do:

Michael Langdon

Peter Parker

Billy Hargrove

Jack Harlow

Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)

Ben hargreeves

Xavier plympton

Evan peters

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.

[wroteclassicaly]

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!

[multimuseficreblogs]

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[prophecy-is-inevitable]

Would you be willing to do a Michael x Plus Size Reader? I feel insecure sometimes, especially thinking of how perfect he looks and I worry I would be too needy for him considering he called Gallant out for his neediness. I also feel like I would call him out for his neediness too since he wants someone who understands him, assuming we knew each other well enough. Can you do something with all this? 👉🏻👈🏻

Ooph. This one is really hard for me since it’s very far out of my comfort zone, but you don’t get better without practice, right? I hope that this has turned out in a way that you like! 100% yelled at Michael when I saw that shit, too. Like, YOU KNOW ALL ABOUT NEEDINESS DON’T YOU MICHAEL LANGDON?! HUH?! Anyway...fully agree. I think it might have been a little hard for him to see his neediness mirrored in someone else and that set him off. He can be the ONLY needy one. Disclaimer: Please don’t drink antifreeze to experience Michael Langdon. Thank you!

The Two Instances of Neediness

He’d promised you safety. Above all else, he had promised that he would keep you safe and make sure you were cared for when he couldn’t be with you. It seemed only half of that promise came through.

For the last year and a half, you’d been diligently waiting for him to retrieve you from Outpost 3. Safety had been provided, as promised. The white stone and dark wood walls were kept warm for the dozen or so people that resided inside the structure. There were enough rooms and beds for everyone to have their own space. A small mercy in the grand scheme of things.

When you finally saw Michael Langdon again, he had certainly changed. The way he carried himself, the exquisiteness of his clothes, the length of his hair… Everything looked and felt different. He looked and felt like everything he was meant to be. Divine yet deadly, comforting yet cruel. He was the sweet taste of antifreeze coating your tongue, euphoric and paralyzing all at once as he snuck into your system and shut you down from the inside out.

You watched him with a wondrous smile as he strode into the library. Your teeth sank gently into your lip in an attempt to keep from crying out his name. Surely he would still remember you. He surveyed the room with a self-satisfied smirk upon seeing the entirety of the Outpost gathered for him. When he spotted you, though, the smirk morphed into a painfully familiar look.

Eighteen months ago, you stood inside of Outpost 3 clad in nothing but your underwear following the mandatory decontamination process all new survivors had to undergo. A redhead with a pinched, strict face stared at you with a sneer, her eyes taking in every extra curve and flaw of your body. You stared right back at her with a smirk, daring her to make a single comment, when you both knew why you were there. Michael’s own people had brought you here on his behalf. Whatever this woman thought of you? It mattered for nothing in comparison to him.

Now, Michael stood at the center of the main library floor below you, gazing at you with the same sneer and furrowed brow that Venable bestowed upon you that first day. Your grey dress was plain and ill-fitting; at least if you’d been able to fashion some sort of belt or tie it could have almost looked appealing. The high bun was ridiculous and hurt your scalp something awful. Every night you let your hair out felt like a thousand bees stinging the follicles. Any alterations to the servant uniform you had been given were strictly forbidden. As was everything else.

You had been given safety, yes, but cared for? No. And now you stood there, eyes brimming with unshed tears, as he scowled hatefully at you and you could feel your heart crumbling piece by piece. Maybe he’d sent you here as a way to get rid of you. Maybe he’d found someone else, someone smarter, stronger, more conventionally beautiful. Perhaps his gaze would have been different if you had been granted the elegant drapery of the Purples. The corsets that cinched their waists and lifted their breasts gave them the perfect hourglass shape of a goddess. Your full figure would have been the very image of voluptuous and desirable then. There was no way you could bear to look at him now.

Days went by without seeing Michael. Between your work around the Outpost, your blatant avoidance of him, and his nonexistent attempts to reconnect, the opportunities were--thankfully--sparse. Conflict raged inside of you. Part of you wanted to confront him, to see what the fuck he thought he was playing at with your life and your feelings. The other part was happy to live in the questionable bliss of ignorance. You didn’t want to hear of whatever new love he’d found that superseded the love he’d claimed to have for you.

While it was easy to avoid his person, it was much, much harder to avoid his name.

“Langdon” was all anyone could talk about. How handsome he was, how skillful he must be in the bedroom. Gallant was certain that Langdon had his gorgeous blue eyes on him, and you’d never hated the hairdresser more. You hoped he choked on his cube. When his grandmother revealed that she had seen him having sex with someone, you resigned yourself to the fact that you had lost Michael for good. If he was interested in lean blond men, he certainly wasn’t interested in you anymore.

Venable assigned you to keep tabs on Gallant while he was strung up awaiting punishment. Once a day, you would throw a bucket of water over him to keep him clean. He still received his daily rations that you had to feed to him yourself since his hands were chained up. All you would have to do was shove the fork a liiiittle bit too far down his throat, and all the disparaging words he’d whispered just loud enough for you to hear behind your back, all of the times he’d tried to make you doubt your worth would all be over. There was only one man that you allowed to sow seeds of doubt in your mind. You froze mid step when that man’s voice drifted under the closed door of Gallant’s “cell”.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on Earth,” his sweet voice dripped with contempt, “and you almost are.” The slow drawl of Michael Langdon’s voice continued inside of the room, bouncing tauntingly around the circular walls. “It’s not because you’re not physically attractive. It’s your neediness.” His tone of voice shifted dramatically from dulcet and slow to cutting and cold. It made you shiver, even as you felt the anger burning inside of your skin. It wasn’t for Gallant. Oh no, he could mock that shallow, conceited man all he wanted. “You’re desperation to be seen and loved. The hole you need filled isn’t in your face or your ass--it’s in your heart.”

No, your anger wasn’t on behalf of Gallant. You couldn’t help feeling he was also talking about you. How you’d often sought reassurance in him, and hoped to feel loved to validate the feelings that you felt for him, too. Above all, you were angry because you knew his words would have cut himself deeper than any other before he’s become this...this creature. Where was the man you knew and loved before the bombs fell?

“You’re pathetic.” Your lips trembled and tears burned in your eyes. The words, while not directed at you, punched the air from your lungs. Is that how he felt about you? Was that why he was avoiding you as if you had radiation sickness? The footsteps and the opening of the door didn’t register through your self-imposed turmoil. Before you knew it, the man that had been on your thoughts stood before you.

“No.” The word left your mouth before you could stop it. Your eyes narrowed at his and you stepped up, toe to toe, with his immaculately polished shoes. “You’re pathetic, Michael Langdon.” For the briefest moment, his glacial eyes melted and looked from your tears to the anger and hurt in your eyes. “You forget that I know you, Michael. Or at least I did once. No one needed love more than you, and now you weaponize that fact against someone else? Is that how you feel about everyone?” You bit into your lip as your entire body shook, the water you carried in your arms sloshing against the sides and mimicking the raging sea of emotions tearing you apart. “Is that how you feel about me?”

The answer never came. His arms remained, as always, clasped behind his back. Wide eyes narrowed dangerously to scan the surrounding halls to see if anyone was there to witness your outburst. His head bowed to yours, forehead to forehead and nose to nose, before he spoke.

“I will be conducting your interview this evening. Ms. Venable is already aware that you will not be attending dinner.”

With that, he turned on his heel and made his way down the hall in perfect, casual strides. You turned and let your back thud against the wall. The stone was cold against your back as you slid, shaking, to the floor

“What the fuck was I thinking?” You muttered to yourself several hours later when it came time to make the journey to Langdon’s office. You dreaded hearing whatever he had to say. Now he would be in the privacy of his own rooms and be able to rage against you however he saw fit.

“Come in.” Michael’s voice beckoned you before you could even lift your hand to knock. You opened the door slowly, heart heavy with dread, and kept your eyes down. Movement from his desk let you know where he was. “Now, now. No need to look so shy.” He approached you slowly, a smirk on his lips, and reached out a hand to cup your chin. “You forget that I know you, too,” he threw your words back at you.

You finally managed to lift your gaze to his and found it resting on your lips. The hardened ice of his gaze dissipated with an inquisitive tilt of his head, and your heart skipped at the familiar gesture. His warm hand on your skin, gently holding your face, brought back so many memories. The next thing you knew, he was stepping back from you and scanning your form from head to toe. The same glare and curl of his lips appeared as the first night he had arrived. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around yourself and attempted to shrink away as much as possible. He exhaled in a heavy, aggravated sigh. So he did think of you that way, too, then.

“She is going to pay for this,” he growled. Your head shot up in confusion. She who? Pay for what? Michael pressed his lips into a thin line of displeasure. “I specifically ordered that your position within the Outpost be among the elite. This is a blatant disregard for my commands. If I had known sooner… Take it off.” Mind still muddled in confusion, you simply blinked up at him. Michael gestured with his elegant, jeweled fingers curling into his upturned palm. “That ridiculous uniform. Take it off. And let down your hair. I can only imagine how uncomfortable that must be for you.”

This had to be some form of trick. You were supposed to have been a purple all along? He’d promised that you would be safe and cared for... No, he was using any trust that you had left in him against you--just like he had toyed with everyone else in the Outpost. The realization made you quickly shake your head. You were not going to expose yourself to him just so he could mock you and hurt you any further. His face fell at your refusal, and his brow furrowed.

“Please. It’s been so long. Knowing you’ve been right here with me the last few days without being able to truly speak to you has been excruciating. Please let me see you.” Oh, how you wanted to believe him. How badly you wanted to think he had missed you and desired you. When you still didn’t move, he came towards you again and forced you to back up against the door. “Perhaps you need a bit of help.”

Michael stooped down and gently captured your ankle in his grasp. He removed your shoe with the effortless tug of his hand to toss it behind him and repeated the process on the other. Next, his hands ran up the sides of your legs. Gentleness was a foreign display from this new Michael, but it was one that your Michael had used often in ascertaining his feelings for you. A soft whimper slipped past your lips from the way he carefully gathered the fabric of your plain dress.

“Look at me, my love.” The command was a gentle one that you couldn’t help but to obey. His eyes mirrored the soft, passionate pleading of his words, and the feeling in the room shifted to something much more in your favor. “How I have missed you.” Several silent tears dripped down your cheeks. It would only be a matter of time before things came crashing down. You could feel it. “Now, take your dress off for me.”

He sat back on his heels and waited, smirking up at you quite happily. Every bit of you screamed no, to remain still, not to become so vulnerable in front of him. Yet, you could still see a part of the man you knew in those glistening blue eyes. A renewed determination filled you, and you removed his hands from your dress to tug it over your head. You tossed the dress into the corner and held your arms out to him in a show of exposure so against your usual nature it was painful. If you were lucky, a pit to hell would open up beneath you and save you from the tragedy. Or perhaps you were already there.

“Is this what you wanted to see? So you could mock me for my appearance, for my neediness to be appreciated and loved for more than what everyone sees? Fuck you, Michael. There was a time that you needed to be loved more than anything. That you wanted to be loved more than anything.” Your legs shook slightly from the willpower it took not to crumple in on yourself.

“Yes.” The words came from Michael as a hiss. Still it seduced you to him like the snake of the Forbidden Tree. His eyes appraised you as he stood, wide and remembering, taking in every curve and dip of your body that made you so scared and so uncertain of anyone’s affection. “This is what I wanted to see. To see you.” Michael’s smirk grew and he placed his hands on your waist. “There are only two occasions in which neediness is not a thing to be mocked, but to be adored.” The hands on your waist pulled you against him. Another whimper blended into a moan at the feel of his warm body against you.

“The first instance is the neediness for me that drips off of you. The second,” he pushed to sigh, “is how badly I need you. To see the image of perfection that I have dreamt of every day for the last 18 months. The warmth that has been absent from the bed beside me for too long.” The gentle pressure of his hands on your sides softly moved upwards over your breasts, along the tops of your shoulders, fingers dancing along your throat, the final destination being your cheeks. Love spread over every inch of your body. His words to you were nothing but the truth. A slight tremble to his lips broke the calm composure of the man the outpost knew as Langdon, Cooperative Agent. In his place stood Michael Langdon, your Michael Langdon, and he very eagerly captured your lips in his.

Everything was conveyed in that one embrace. He still needed you as much as you needed him. It would be your little secret.

[sykokittyy]

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[plus-size-reader]

Evil

Michael Langdon x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1286 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader is a spirit in the Murder House, who just can’t seem to shake the draw she has to Michael.

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Michael didn't have many friends. 

Aside from Ben, who had taken him on as some kind of passion project in his death, Michael was almost entirely alone. None of the other ghosts in the house wanted anything to do with him, whether that be because of what he was, or who his father, didn't matter. 

All that mattered was that Michael was entirely alone until he wasn't anymore. 

He didn't even realize you were there at first, though he could always feel your presence once he recognized it. You spent most of your time hidden away with the others, only coming out when you were sure that no one else could know. 

...And even then, all you did was watch him. 

Michael was interesting to you. 

He was technically living but never hesitated when it came to the dead. He was an enigma to you and for that reason alone, you liked to watch him. You just liked to see how he lived, and while that may have been a little strange, you tried not to think about it. 

You were dead after all. The worst thing that would happen if anyone found out was that Tate and the others would give you a stern talking to, which you didn't really want to sit through. That was why you were careful not to get caught. 

It wasn't until Michael himself caught you that you actually felt any kind of shame or upset regarding it. 

He was sleeping when it happened, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. It was a sensation that one got used to in a house like this but for Michael, it was rare. That was when you sat up to find you standing in the dark across the room. 

You had no idea what to do at first. 

You had seen what he was capable of, even for your kind, but even as you stood there, you weren't afraid. As odd as it was, you didn't get any indication from Michael that he wanted to hurt you. 

He just seemed shocked. 

"Who are you? I've never seen you before" he spoke first, that question the only thing on his mind. Nothing else seemed all that important. Until a few moments ago, he was sure that he knew everyone in this place. 

Even if they didn't want to see him, he knew all of their names but he'd never seen you. 

"I'm Y/N, Vivian told me I'm not allowed to talk to you, she said you're dangerous" you explained, knowing there was a chance that would make him upset but it was no secret that both of his parents wanted nothing to do with the spawn of Satan. 

That was part of the reason he'd taken so kindly to his true father in the first place. The devil would never forsaken him in the way they all had. 

"And yet, here you are" he hummed, sitting up in bed to make room for you before gingerly patting the space he'd made. You had no idea if it was a good idea to do as he said or not, but before you could consider it, you were already sitting beside him. 

You just couldn't help yourself. 

In all the years that you'd been here, you had never found anyone as interesting as you did Michael. Several families, and the same spirits you'd been trapped with since death, and no one ever stuck out as much as he did. 

There had to be a reason for that. 

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to understand" you started, the bed dipping just a bit at your added weight, not that Michael seemed to mind. If nothing else, he was just studying you, the way you moved and the way you spoke. 

Even the way your eyes danced over his own told the male everything he needed to know. You were an incredible creature, something he couldn't have predicted at the start of the night. "Understand?" he repeated, he knew what you meant, of course, but he wanted to hear you say it. 

There was a reason you'd come here, and risked the torment of the other spirits just to get a closer look at him. Frankly, he was just amused by the way you fumbled even in the darkness, he could feel how uncomfortable he was making you. 

...but he also knew it wasn't bad. The way you slightly smile every time your eyes glazed over his own told him that. 

"They say you're the devil" you allowed, the words almost hurt for you to say but it wasn't until you said the next that Michael actually laughed. "They say that you're evil" evidently, that was what all the spirits seemed to whisper about in the quiet of their hiding spaces. 

The funniest part of the whole thing though was the look on your face as you pondered the idea of what you were asking. It really seemed to bother you that he could have been evil, or bad in some way, like the others believed. 

He just didn't seem bad to you. 

"And do you think I'm evil?" Michael wondered, after giving you a second or two to process your thoughts. You didn't, but you felt strange bringing that up, considering this was the first conversation that the two of you were having. 

You just felt like you knew him, and deep down, you knew that he was good. If nothing else, you believed that he could be good, if he wanted to. 

"I don't think so" you decided finally, allowing yourself to fully look into his eyes, even though you'd been avoiding it most of this time. It made you a little uncomfortable but that was just because he was striking. Michael was the sort of man who was polarizing, even when he was trying to be gentle. 

He just couldn't help it, it was part of who he was. 

"Then what are you doing here? There must be some reason you came in here" he questioned this time, once again knowing the truth before you did. However, this was fun for him and he wanted the truth. 

You were interesting for him, like a game, and Michael wasn't going to let that go easily. 

You had no idea how to answer his question. 

However, all you could do was laugh at first, an uncomfortable sort of giggle. You didn’t really have a good reason to be there, or even have a good reason for showing up here. All you could do was attempt to not make a fool of yourself. 

For some reason, you really cared how the male felt about you and you didn’t want him to shut you out. Maybe it was because he was off limits to you, or maybe it was just about his pure power, but you couldn’t turn away from him.

Michael was just magnetic, no matter how much you tried to remind yourself that there was a possibility that he was bad. You weren’t sure if he was bad, even if you wanted to believe that he wasn’t. 

Not to mention how much trouble you’d be in if Vivian or the other spirits found out you were here right now.

“I have no idea, but I would like to stay, if that’s okay with you?” you hummed finally, doing your very best to put all the things you were feeling into words. 

You just hoped that there was no truth to the warnings you’d been given about him. There was silence on the other end for a second as Michael thought over what you were asking before he smiled.

“Yeah, you can stay” 

[jocelynscloset]

Do you think Michael would be into plus-sized girls? Sometimes he seems so genuinely judgmental that I feel weird reading fics about him because I feel like he wouldn't truly think I was as beautiful enough to be meant for him. Thoughts?

I truly, honestly, completely doubt he has a preference. As long as you love him and trust him and accept him, that is what he notices. Your kindness and love is written on every inch of your skin and it’s all that he sees when he looks at you. Also, I think he’s mature enough to recognize that you’re just as hot as any skinny woman just the way you are. I just don’t think it would be a thing he thinks about. 

Complete side-note: He loves the sight of any naked woman because we’re truly just beautiful creatures and he loves nothing more to worship any woman of any size. Women are always magical. 

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Willow

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader, who is a witch (not tied to the og coven) is best friends with Michael. They decide to spend Valentines day together in outpost three. Based on this post, and the 'willow' music video by Taylor Swift.

Words: 3.0k+

Warnings: mentions of rituals/covens (its vague tho), slow burn, light angst, mutual pining, gross fluff, plot heavy and VERY descriptive I'm sorry dhdhd, valentines day fic, mentions of food, friends to lovers

A/N: yall rlly liked my last Michael blurb so I made this kinda similar!! Also the idea of witch! Reader not being tied to the og coven is NOT my idea, others have done it before - I just did it cause it made sense w the music video this fic is based off of ✌🏻. This is mostly me self indulging ngl so if the fic doesnt make sense that's why haha. The v beginning is like Sojourn! Era and then the rest of the fic is somewhere between fire & reign and outpost era. this fic is rlly just me trying to say happy early mf valentines day !! 💖💖 okay bye

February 14th was always a day you dreaded; The idea and concept of a whole fucking holiday being dedicated to just love.. really put a bitter taste in your mouth. In your opinion, it was just a reason for couples to show a disgusting amount of PDA and get away with it.

However; due to a incredibly corny and cliché situation you found yourself in; you now were seeing the incoming holiday in a different light. When you thought of the holiday.. You first thought of Michael. Michael Langdon.

Meeting Michael at all was a complete accident - You met months ago in fall; on a dark cloudy night. Every detail from that evening was etched and woven into your mind as if it had just happened yesterday; and you could only hope that it would remain that way forever. After all; that was the night when you had met your favorite person. You even remembered the weather.. The bitterness of the cold wind making it seem as if it was seconds from storming.

You were part of a small coven which was meeting due to a full moon, it was a rather mundane and basic ritual you were preforming. One of which you had preformed more times you could even count on your fingers.. However; what made that ritual special is that your coven happened to be recruiting.

Full black outfits, including thin, long cloaks is what everyone wore to the occasion.. After everything was over and done with; you went to leave - the bitter coldness of the night urging you to leave rather quickly.

However; something.. almost a invisible force made you stop walking away from the crowd and made you physically stop. You slowly stopped walking; and turned around. You sharply gasped when you saw a figure directly in front of you - wearing a dark ensemble that matched yours nearly identically.

Immediately you grew weary. A sharp, nauseated feeling started to manifest inside of you.

"Were you following me"? You spoke with your voice raised, your hands which previously fell loosely at your side were starting to curl into fists.

You could feel yourself getting defensive. You quickly flicked your eyes over at the other coven members - making sure you weren't causing a scene; not wanting to draw attention to the situation until it grew necessary.

"Yes, but.. look. I just wanted to talk to you.. away from the others". The boy stated.

You bit your lip to suppress a groan. You rolled your eyes, not really caring that he could see how bothered you were.

"Fine. But c'mon, make it quick". You said, not trying to hide the irritation in your voice.

You turned around and walked a few feet away from the crowd, not looking back but merely expecting him to follow you. You were expecting he was just another newbie with dumb questions, or needed clarification on something.

You turned to talk to him, and that's when you noticed something you about him you seemed to overlook earlier - his beauty. You were completely taken aback and breath taken. Light blue eyes met your gaze as you stared blankly at him; momentarily stunned. He looked beyond ethereal; his pale cheeks flushed a light pink from the cold and his blonde hair looked as if it could be spun from gold. It was almost like he could sense how you were suddenly taken aback.. A smug smirk played on his lips; if you didn't know any better you would say he almost seemed cocky.

"There's something about you that's different from the others. I could sense it". He stated.

"How"? You stuttered.

You watched as he took a couple steps toward you and in one quick swoop, pushed the hood of his cloak fully back. He got even closer but you didn't dare move. You watched him curiously as he turned to the side, pushing his blonde locks of hair out of the way to show you something behind his ear.. Your blood instantly went cold once you saw three sixes; however you weren't scared. In fact you were really the first person that Michael met that didn't practically faint when they saw his mark. Looking back; you supposed that's why you and Michael bonded so quickly and became so close.

It didn't take long for him after that to confine in you that people either avoided him or became obsessed once they knew; both reactions ultimately stemming from fear. You were the first person to look past that and to just see him as a actual human being - not just a vessel for some fucked up prophecy to play out.

Even though Michael's beauty was undeniable to you; the relationship you two had was strictly platonic.. and in the past that was never something that bothered you. You supposed that he was tired of people throwing themselves at his feet and what he really needed more than anything was a friend - so you chose to be that for him, not daring to try and test the boundaries your relationship had.

However; the boundaries were seemingly starting to come down naturally - because your relationship wasnt entirely platonic anymore. Things between you two weren't exactly black and white as they used to be; a great example of this, was how you two were planning on spending Valentines Day together.

You and Michael agreed to spend it as friends. Neither of you had a date and spending Valentines alone when you had Michael seemed redundant.. and honestly just boring. Instead of making Valentines day an all day event; it started for you two as a 'date' at 6 pm.

In order to avoid having to confront putting a label on your.. situationship, the venue for your lavish Valentines date was at a more.. private venue. He only gave you a address and instructions, you didn't really know what exactly to expect but you knew you weren't going to his house. It was somewhere new.

It was nearly six pm, the sun had just set - leaving the sky a shade somewhere between navy blue and pure black. The air was cold on your skin as you stepped out of the car, wondering where the hell you even were.

The area you found yourself in was completely bare and void of any trees, the only object or building you saw was a giant, black, metal structure. The instructions Michael gave you had told you about this but.. seeing it in person was merely jarring, oddly unsettling. You approached it, trying to ignore the nerves and anxiety you could feel creeping in.

You couldn't help but wonder what the hell this place was and why out of all the places you two could have a 'date', it would have to be here?

As you stood in front of an elevator - stepping in, you felt very reluctant to do so. It definitely felt a bit weird that Michael wanted to meet you in such a secluded place but.. he was your best friend. He would never hurt you.. especially on valentines day.. Right?

The doors opened and you slowly stepped out, immediately taken back. You were now in a oval room, with a long hallway stretching out. You first quickly scanned your surroundings for Michael but, he wasnt here. Not in your line of vision anyway. You nearly forgot you were here for Michael at all for a second. The interior was breathtaking; resembling a old, Victorian style mansion. Even though you were still utterly confused; Michaels reasoning for choosing this venue was starting to become more clear to you.

It was the cozy, romantic vibe the 'house' seemed to radiate. The dim lighting also amplified this affect; seemingly giving everything in sight a subtle golden glow, otherwise everything remained relatively dark. You walked through the building; down hallways, looking for any sounds of life at all. Your witchy senses didn't always work on Michael, so you didn't even bother to try to use those. He was right about how you were powerful but, his powers still outshone yours unfortunately.

You finally heard something, something faint; soft music playing distantly in the background. You followed it swiftly, the music getting louder and louder until you found him - in what appeared to be the library.

The room was immense; books were lined on shelves that bordered the room. Couches, along with a decent sized fireplace and chandelier - and of course a record player, also resided in the library. Playing a tune that sounded similar but you couldn't quite remember what it was.. whatever it was, it sounded old and romantic - maybe from the 50s.

"Your not very good at hiding, you know. The music was a dead giveaway". You commented playfully.

Michael greeted you with a smirk, obviously holding back laughter. He stood up from one of the couches; approaching you. He looked incredibly handsome in the normal black ensemble he was wore but tonight he sported a long black coat. Making you fondly nostalgic of the night you two met.

He got dangerously close to you, almost in your face but you weren't intimidated. Plus, you knew he wasnt trying to actually intimidate you. Michael being the way he was; you knew he wouldn't have asked you to spend Valentines with him if he didn't tolerate you in some way.

"Its a good thing I wasnt trying to hide then, is it"? He spoke; his eyes pierced into yours.

The direct eye contact was starting to get unnerving and so was the.. apparent tension. You took a step back, looking away and laughing awkwardly - trying to remind yourself you two were strictly friends. Best friends, in fact. Nothing more.. and nothing less.

"So.. what even is this place? You don't own this or something.. do you"? You asked, slyly changing the topic.

"Actually I do. It's being saved for something I have in the works; but nothing's official yet. I wanted to get your opinion though.. what do you think"? Michael asked.

Even though you absolutely loved, whatever the hell this place even was, something.. felt off. Perhaps it was the fact it was completely secluded and private. Too private. You knew Michael was into some weird shit with the Satanists but; you figured he would atleast tell you by now if he was planning on something big with them.. Something that would require a huge fucking mansion underground.

"This place is beautiful, Michael. But what is it for"?

"Your too eager for your own good, (y/n). You will know in due time, I promise; but for now.. come sit with me".

He gently grabbed your wrist and guided you over to one of the bare, black couches; you followed - sitting next to him.

The hours continuing were filled with incredibly cheesy gestures that you only rolled your eyes at, and teased him for. The first being a few small, pink flowers he had conjured up and then tucked into your hair. At first you really thought nothing of it, they were just pretty flowers. However; you knew due to Michael's nature that he didn't just so happen to come across those flowers, he summoned them purposefully - specifically for you.. You didn't bother to try and hide how flustered this made you.

"Those are beautiful; what are they"? You asked, gesturing to the flowers.

"Thought you'd never ask. Wild roses. They hold many meanings; most agree they represent both love, suffering, beauty.. life. They're even said to protect the living from the dead".

You couldn't help but to laugh at his explanation.

"Will they protect me from you? You know your not exactly human yourself". You teased.

The corner of Michael's lips slid into a slow smile, one that you couldn't quite decipher whether it was an ironic or genuine gesture.

You nearly jumped at how quickly one of Michael's hands suddenly slid up into your hair; seemingly picking out one of the petals that had fallen from one of the flowers - he retracted his hand, holding onto the petal.

"No. Your going to need something stronger than that to keep me away". He said playfully, before crushing the already wilted petal in his hand - letting it fall carelessly to ground.

You could only roll your eyes.

Next came the food and well.. you were beyond impressed. Your not certain exactly how he managed to get your favorite food down who knows how many feet underground, but.. he did. And it was perfect.

You were both pretty quiet during that time; Michael didn't really have a reason to be but you couldn't help but to get lost within your thoughts. Sure; you two were best friends but.. that didn't necessarily warrant him to do all of this for you. Was it possible that he felt.. something else, like you did?

You couldn't help but to shut that thought down as quick as it came; that had to just be you projecting. There was no way in hell he could love you back..

Wait.. love?

It was like a involuntary reflex the way you suddenly jolted up and backed away from the table. Even though it was just a thought, the fact you just admitted to yourself that you loved him.. What the fuck did that even mean?

Michael looked startled at well, you could tell by the color of his knuckles that he now had a death grip on his silverware. His icy, blue eyes matched yours with a startled gaze.. As if he was trying to contemplate your next move or to get a good read on you. You were more than well acquainted with Michael's powers by now; you knew how he had the ability to read minds and that's partially why you found yourself, slowly at first, starting to take steps away from him. Wanting desperately to get the fuck away from him. You knew that if Michael even suspected what you were thinking or how you felt, that your friendship could possibly be over. That would be it, he would want absolutely nothing to do with you. You would be no better than the dozens of women and even men that threw themselves at Michael; Maybe even worse.

You made it down a random hallway until you found yourself physically colliding into him - fucking transmutation.

You felt a sudden urge to just turn around to try and escape again but you knew he wouldn't let you. Instead you let yourself be captive, you let him hold you. Gently encasing you into a hug. It was painful how hard you were trying to hold back your tears - blindly running away was already embarrassing enough, letting him see you cry would be too much.. Too much for one night, anyways. You felt him let go of you - stepping back a little bit in order to make eye contact with you.

"What has gotten into you-" He started.

"Michael- I'm so sorry but I just need to go. We can talk about this tomorrow but for now I just really need to be alone-"

You tried to turn around in order to make another (more calm) attempt at leaving but you felt something grab at your wrist, yet again. His grasp, along with his hand were achingly soft. You hated how much you enjoyed him making physical contact with you - even if it was something just as docile as this. You also couldn't help but to hate the spark of electricity you felt when his skin touched yours - and you couldn't help but to wonder whether he felt it too.

"No. I need to know what I did wrong. I'm not letting us end today like this". Michael said, his voice was strained with emotion.

His words were spoken urgently, his voice unsteady and even threatening to break.. That's when you knew you completely fucked up. He totally misinterpreted your actions.. the sudden realization hit you, piercing your heart like a knife.

"No, your right. Can we sit"? You asked.

He let go of your wrist coldly, sauntering out of the hallway you two were in. You would be lying if you were to admit that his sudden cold actions didn't hurt you; it definitely stung but you couldn't help to feel in this moment that you kind of deserved it.

The walk over was quiet and even a bit awkward. When you two sat; he looked at you expectedly.. waiting for you to talk first and explain your sudden, impulsive actions.

"It wasnt you.. that's not why I tried to leave at all, Michael. You did everything right. I mean that's really the 'problem', even though calling it a problem still isn't the right word but.." You paused before carrying on.

"What you did tonight for me was perfect, and I'm so thankful for that, truly. But I just feel like I'm starting to interpret your actions in a different way than in which you mean them and that's not fair to you. I know you just want a friend-" Your words continuously came out faster the longer you spoke, you were completely rambling at this point but Michael stopped you.

"Hey, stop". He said softly.

You felt as if you were dreaming when you saw him start to move closer to you.. it happened so quickly it almost felt fake. Michael gently pushed you back onto the couch, so that you were basically laying down flat on your back. You pulled him back with you so that he was on top, your hands automatically going to his shoulders.. feeling the sudden urge to yank his black top off and to feel his skin under your palms. The feeling was tempting; you could feel how hot his skin was even with his shirt on. You assumed your hands were cold by the way Michael shivered and even groaned when you touched him, that had to be the only logical explanation for him acting like that..

The manner in which he bent down, his lips getting closer and closer to yours was nothing but diabolic. He stopped until the point where his lips were just ghosting above yours - maybe only really a mere centimeter away from touching. It felt entirely far too tempting to just - barely tilt your head forward and stop whatever game your friend Langdon was trying to play, but.. you didnt. In reality; the teasing was far too delicious for you to want it to end so soon.

"Who said I just wanted to be friends"? He whispered.

You could taste his breath as he spoke, you felt trapped.. But if you were to be honest with yourself, you wouldn't rather spend Valentines Day any other way than in this manner.. Trapped with your absolute favorite person, with nothing else in the world to do but to get lost in each other.

His lips roughly collided with yours with such passion that you really haven't ever felt before. It threw you off guard for a moment, but you figured there was no sense in shying from it. You had been craving to be loved by him for so long; craving for him to touch you like this and now that it was finally happening.. you only relaxed and embraced the feeling.

Time slipped away from you far too quickly but after all; time didn't really feel real at all when you were underground in a bunker. No windows or clocks to help ground you back into reality..

You knew it was atleast passed midnight now; hours had passed and you two were now residing in one of the random rooms that you had come to learn was of 'Outpost Three'. It was apparent how careful he was with his words when he told you about the place; almost like he didn't want to tell you too much. He told you most of everything, like the cooperative and how this building was for some type of event that would be taking place in the summer but you didn't probe farther. You knew he would tell you in all due time.

You two were lying on a random, spare bed. It was luxurious and dangerously soft, but if you were honest - the sheets almost seemed scratchy in comparison to Michaels bare skin. Your head wasnt on a pillow but instead on Michael's bare chest, his rhythmic heart beat nearly lulling you to sleep. Almost putting you in some type of odd trance.

You both watched the movie that was playing on his laptop; propped up on a few sparse pillows at the end of the bed. Although you really weren't trying to keep up with what was happening or what the actors were even saying. Instead, you chose to be fully present with Michael, almost entranced in his presence. You two weren't talking but, just being surrounded by him - feeling his fingers lazily playing with your hair was heaven to you.

You still felt as if you were in a dream. After all in what timeline would you ever be so lucky to call someone like Michael, yours?? Even though you two weren't exactly official, you really didn't mind at this moment. Labels only seemed to really complicate things and in your opinion; you felt more than privileged to just sit here entangled with Michael, and to escape the rest of reality for a while.

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[little-lily-w]

Masterlist and Rules

A/N: always read the TW stuff here or on the fic itself. I take rough characters and I write them rough with a few exceptions. 

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The Collector

Interview with Erin Way

Interview with Emma Fitzpatrick

Asa smooching Eve

Asa x shy reader

Asa spanking Eve

Asa x Reader (horny neighbor)

Asa x Abby (blood, sadistic Asa)

Daydream

Daydream 2 (Asa x Eve)

Daydream 3 (Asa x Eve)

Daydream 4 (Asa x Eve)

Asa seducing s/o at a party

Pregnant s/o runs away from Asa

Eve finds Asa jerking off

Eve pegs Asa

Asa tells Eve to forget him

Asa x Eve with her on her period

Asa Emory x Eve, their story. (30k words)

Eve’s momento

Eve’s momento II

Eve’s momento III

Asa ask

The Collector x The Man (Hush movie) x Reader

The Collector x The Man x Reader nsfw ddlg

The Collector x The man x Reader ddlg

Want a RP character from that universe? Try @hisbluemonarch

Michael Langdon:

D is for discipline. S is for sadism. P is for plead.

Reader tells Michael a joke (fluff)

Michael comforting plus-size Reader 

Michael tells you to stfu (dub-con)

J is for Jealous

Michael spanks Reader

Around your finger (Reader bleeds, dub-con)

Little lamb (Michael Langdon x Reader x Hannibal Lecter. Lots of TW)

The swim (Michael Langdon x Reader x Pennywise. Lots of TW)

Michael teaching a stubborn Reader

Reader rides Michael thigh

Michael fingers you in your sleep

Michael fucking Reader’s ass (non-con)

No one likes a crybaby

Michael and grey Reader (non-con)

Reader calls Michael an asshole 

Michael takes his anger out fucking Reader (dub-con)

Michael Langdon match up

Want more? Try Breaking Purity, (70k+ words novel that I’m currently writing)

Xavier Plympton

The eight steps

John Wick

Not prone (ddlg)

Want a RP character from that universe? Try @thetarasovprincess  

Hannibal Lecter

Little lamb (Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Michael Langdon. Lots of TW) 

match up

Pennywise (from old blog)

Bob getting turned on by Reader’s underwear 

Penny smells Reader in heat

Penny comforting plus size Reader

hurt/comfort 

Bob gray jealous

The swim (Pennywise x Reader x Michael Langdon)

Arthur Fleck

collection of fics

Arthur match up

Man in the Mask (The Strangers)

Dollface dominates Man in the Mask

The Strangers prequel (horror story)

Ron Weasley

Ron Weasley matchup

The Man (hush movie)

The Man x The Collector x Reader 

The deer part I, part II, part III

The Man x The Collector x Reader nsfw ddlg

The Man x The Collector x Reader ddlg

The man x Reader (slaps)

Art the clown

Interview with David Howard Thornton (Art)

Art x SO in her period

Art reacting to a little girl thinking he is a sad clown

Squid Game

Interview with Geoffrey Giuliano (VIP 4)

Chishiya (Alice in Borderland)

Surgery (6 parts. TW: blood)

Surgery II

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[mrslangdon666]

I know you already made one but could you make another comforting/ caring Michael x reader and the plus size reader is in a really dark place mentally and has an issue with binge eating? My family is really ignorant when it comes to knowing how to help with depression and anxiety and I just want to feel comforted.

Of course hun, I’m sorry you’re going through that...I sincerely hope this helps!

Warnings: Binge eating, negative body image, plz don’t read if it will trigger you too much.

YOUR POV

You were sitting in your room with a pile of food in front of you. Cakes, candies, chips, soda, the lot. You felt disgusted with yourself, poking at the fat beneath your shirt that you despised. You looked down at the food and started crying silently, ashamed. You heard the door open and this made you only cry more, afraid of Michael seeing you like this.

“Y/N? What’s wrong baby girl?” He asked cautiously before eyeing the food in front of you. He moved it to the side and sat down on the bed, taking your hands in his.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s okay. Do you want to talk to me about it?” He asked tentatively, grabbing your chin so you’d look at him.

“I just, I feel so gross Michael...I hate mys—“ Before you could finish, Michael shushed you and held you in his arms tightly, kissing the top of your head.

“Never say that about yourself Y/N. You are so beautiful. This does not define you at all. We’re going to get through it, together. I promise.” He cooed into your ear, tracing circles into your back with his fingers so that you’d relax. Your sobbing came to a stop, and he pulled you back. He looked at you with only something you could describe as pure love and pressed his lips to yours, holding your face with his hands.

“How about we watch your favourite movie and cuddle hmm?” He said, petting your cheek. You sniffled and nodded. Gosh, what did you do to deserve him? He smiled gently and pulled you into his side after fetching the remote. You knew that with Michael by your side, you would get through this, and maybe even learn to love yourself.

*Authors note: Hope this helped love, stay strong ♥️

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon🖤🫀

[wroteclassicaly]

Below, you will find my complete Cody Fern Characters masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE! The character of Michael Langdon will have an individual masterlist, the rest will be listed below, and as they are written!

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AHS Masterlist

My library blog

Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

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Michael Langdon Masterlist

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Andy Dolan:

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #1 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #2 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #3 💔❤️‍🔥

Andy Dolan - Headcanons w/ Virgin!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Waves of Blue - ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Jim Mason:

Rocking Into It ❤️‍🔥

Motion - (Jim Mason x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series )

Chapter One Teaser 💝

Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Secondary Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥

Duncan Shepherd:

Duncan taking care of you when you’re sick - (Headcanon)💝

Soft sex with Duncan - (Headcanon) 💝❤️‍🔥

Valiant Thor:

Valiant Thor x Fem!Reader - ❤️‍🔥

Stan Vogel:

My Cabin - ❤️‍🔥

Xavier Plympton:

Ride - ❤️‍🔥

Dibs - (Xavier Plympton x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series)

Chapter One

Crossovers:

Listen to That - (Duncan Shepherd x Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader) ❤️‍🔥

When the Tide Meets the Shore - (Andy Dolan x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader Series) 💔💝❤️‍🔥

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

Thomas Browne:

(Coming SOON)

[stripper-patrick]

Silly Rabbit🎩 Michael Langdon

Warnings: Filthy smut, choking, riding, language, weird ending

Relationship: Michael Langdon x black plus sized reader 

“The next task you will complete is control. You have to make someone feel something without literally touching them ” Michael looks at me smirking. I’ve noticed he’s always staring at me and it’s nice. I think he’s very attractive but I’m apart of the supremes so it’d be weird fraternizing with a “student”.

Truth be told I’ve always thought about Michael’s lips on me in various ways. It’s gotten me through my hardest night’s.

I know he can sense it. I look him up and down before he proceeds with his demonstration.

He goes on and stands still. His fingers move in a various form. They’re going in small circles

I jolt feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me. I feels like I’m being touched. My clit throbs and I notice Michael staring directly at me.

I bite my lip and see he’s staring at something else while doing these things to me. He makes Madison slap herself and speeds up his rhythm on me.

My stomach behind to open that beautiful hole of abyss thats going to silently swallow me whole.

I grip the edge of the seat and press my thighs together. All of a sudden I hear his voice in my head.

“Cum I want them to hear it don’t be quiet about it” his voice in my head tells me. We’ve never done anything sexual but I’ve certainly thought about it enough to make the entire world sexually frustrated.

He makes Cordelia whirl her head around and forces me to scream out as I arch my back off the chair. The ladies look at me and I hear his voice in my head.

“That’s it ruin your panties” My legs shake and I open my eyes watching the entire room stare at me.

“Enough” all movements stop and I’m left breathless. I sit up and compose myself.

“If you will I’d like to have a moment to get myself in order” The supremes nod and I stand up.

“I need some water” I leave the common room and go into the kitchen feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm. He really made me cum without even touching me.

I take a few sips and go upstairs in my bedroom. I shut the door and fix myself in the mirror. I take off my underwear then Michael appears from out the bathroom. I trail down his body seeing his hard-on clad in his pants.

“Did you enjoy yourself” he smiles pressing it on my lower back and I lay my head on his shoulder. Michael’s hand trails up my thigh cupping my core and dipping his middle finger inside of me. Almost as quick as he went in he takes it out and sucks off my wetness moaning.

“Just was sweet as I dreamt you’d be” I turn around and push him backward until he falls back on the bed. I unbutton his pants and climb on top of Michael. His hands wrap around my waist and I sink down onto him. I rock slowly allowing myself time to adjust to his girth.

“This is what I’d think about and in an instant be hard”

“You feel so good Michael” I place my hands on his chest and start to bounce on him.

“Fuckkk Y/N” he pulls down my v-neck dress exposing my breasts. His large hands take on and pinch my nipple. I throw my head back moaning louder.

“Let them hear you baby” he arches his back a little uttering a string of curses

“Michael” he holds my hips and meets my thrusts pounding into me while making complete eye contact. My mouth falls open and I let out a small whimper.

“Are you gonna cum again? I’d love for you to drench me in your cum”

Whimpers escape my mouth and my orgasm once again swallows me whole making me scream.

“Oh god” I moan

Michael wraps his hand around my throat cutting off any oxygen that was coming to me.

“That’s not me baby I’m the devil”

The door swings open and he continues to pound into me. Cordelia stares at me then shuts the door in shock.

Michael cums and let’s go of my throat. He has a satisfied grin on his face and I chase after my breath for the second time today.

I get off and wipe my sticky forehead. I watch him stand up and fix himself.

“Well my dear I have a test and you have an observation” he winks before grabbing my water and taking a sip. He places the cup back on the dresser and I smile to myself.

[theangstyantichrist-blog]

Oh, If You Only Knew (Michael Langdon x Reader)

plot: “Sojourn” Michael crashes at your place instead of the lady who takes him in. You only have one bed so he has to sleep with you; He gets a little close and he wakes up with a unexpected hard-on up against your ass

warnings: Dom!Michael, Fem!Reader, Blowjob/Face-fucking, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Sexual Intercourse, Rough Sex, Spanking, Cumshot

word count: 1.7K

You never were one to fit in, as cliche as it sounds. You didn’t really have many friends and you barely spoke with your family ever since you began practicing Satanism. If someone would have asked you a year ago if you felt like your life was pretty good, your answer would have been fuck no. During the earlier years of your life when you used to live with your parent(s) they force fed you all the Catholic bullshit constantly, yet seemingly nothing good ever happened to you. Subject to what your parents believed, being a follower of Satan had some serious perks. First, you were able to live in a pretty nice home all to yourself with all the essentials like a pool and hot tub out back and the most advanced technologies Satan had to offer. Plus your sex life wasn’t too bad either for only being in the world 18 years. All sorts of celebrities would end up in your bed one way or another, but oh, if you only knew what was to come. One night,you were preparing to attend another black mass, which wasn’t a lot to ask for all the glory you’d been soaking in over the past year ever since you sold your soul to the devil.

You threw on a flowy black dress that was a bit too short for your taller figure but you knew He wouldn’t care. Leaving through your garage door, you were still gawking at how nice your car was [imagine it to be whatever car you want]. When you finally drove down the alleyway and parked it was almost time to start. You shuffled in along with some other young believers and took a seat towards the back. You turned over and saw a guy around your age, but you’ve never seen him before. You couldn’t possibly have missed a face as handsome as his. He seemed a bit off kilter, dirty, and his clothing was torn in a lot of places. He had tears welling in his eyes and you felt for him. I’ve been there, you thought. The Black chorus began singing in Latin that you still couldn’t interpret even after a whole year of attending these masses. A bucket was being passed around and you threw a couple dollars in, and then handed it to him.

“I don’t have any money right now,” he said, looking up at you.

“Or any food, from the looks of it,” you said feeling bad for the poor guy, “How long has it been since you ate?”

He sunk his head into his palm and sighed, “What’s it to you?”

“Just trying to help out a fellow believer.” You said with a smile. He smiled back but still seemed unwell.

“Hey, you know what?” You began, “You can come stay with me if you’d like, I only live a streets away and I make a killer lasagna.”

He took a moment to wipe away his tears on his sleeve and answered, “That’s actually really nice of you.”

When the service ended, you walked side by side to where your car was parked. When both of you were finally situated you began the short drive to your house. I am such a dumbass, you thought. You couldn’t believe you never introduced yourself as well as ask for this mysterious guy’s name.

“I’m y/n by the way,” you threw out, “and you are?”

“Michael,” he replied, not giving any details or background about his life and who he truly is.

“Sooo why exactly did you just magically show up here in the dank streets of Los Angeles?” you questioned, “More specifically attending a black mass.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I can ask you the same thing,” Michael said sharply.

“Hey I asked first!” you whined, cause the curiosity you had was eating you up.

“My father told me I am not his son and abandoned me, and my mother attempted to kill me.” Michael explained with sadness and anger showing through his bright blue orbs.

“Fuck that, my parents suck too but they never went that far,” you replied, “Well you’ve got me now so I hope that counts for something.”

Those words put a smile on Michael’s face which made you very happy as well. Even though you consider yourself a Satanist, you still had a big heart. You pulled into your driveway, parked the car, and Michael followed behind up to your front door. You felt around your purse until you touched the cool metal of your pentagram keychain, and used it to unlock your house.

“Michael, the bathroom is upstairs to your left. I will get dinner started and bring you some clean clothes,” you told him, “It should be done as soon as your out of the shower, you’re a little dirty.”

Michael shook his head and laughed sarcastically, “Ha-ha, real funny.”

Once all the ingredients were put together you popped the lasagna in the oven and head upstairs quickly to find something for Michael to wear. You went to your dresser, opened the drawer and got out one of your bigger bed shirts. You loved the comfort of men’s clothing so sometimes you bought them to wear around the house. Unfortunately, you didn’t really have any pants that would fit Michael, so you had to give up your boxers you typically wore to bed. You went back down the stairs to check on the food and it was ready. That boy must be starving, you thought.

“Speak of the devil,” you said, “No pun intended.”

You finished up dinner and he kept thanking you profusely, but honestly, you didn’t mind being with Michael one bit. After, you cleaned up the table, you grabbed his hand and led Michael to your room. Michael sat down on your neatly made bed.

“I’ll be right back, just need to get changed and ready for bed,” you said, “Hope you don’t mind sharing a bed, I don’t really have anyone else living with me so there was no need for other beds.”

Since Michael had your boxer shorts, you stuck with wearing a loose t-shirt and some skimpy underwear. As you walked back in the room, Michael was already fast asleep, and snoring lightly through his soft pink lips. You climb in bed as quietly as you could, being careful not interrupt his sleep. When you finally fell asleep beside him, dirty thoughts about Michael ran through your head.

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You noticed something hard pressing against your ass. Your tired eyes fluttered open to see something a bit shocking. Michael was grinding against you in his sleep and his breathing was sporadic and heavy. You felt yourself getting aroused too, it was almost sinful, the two of you. Still in mid-grind you increased the friction by pushing your body against him. Still not waking him up, you decided to pull down his boxers, seemingly against your better judgement. His dick was so big and restrained from boxers that it hit his lower stomach. If you’re being honest, he was so much bigger than you expected. You grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip, spreading around his precum. Michael stirred and opened his eyes slowly.

“Well, goodmorning, sweetheart.” Michael groaned.

“I hope this is okay.” You replied with butterflies in your stomach, “I’ve fucking wanted you since I laid eyes on you.”

“Fuck, yes. More than okay.” Michael’s breath hitched.

You then pulled the boxers down a bit further and placed your mouth on the tip. Michael bucked his hips to further his cock into your mouth and grunted. He stood up by the side of the bed as a way to better the pleasure your mouth gave him. Michael pulled off his shirt, well in this case yours, and tossed it to the other side of the room. You bit your bottom lip harder than you meant to because man, is he a snack. That being your cue, you removed your shirt, revealing your already aroused nipples because who wears bras to bed. Especially, if there happens to be a guy in your bed and a chance of sex. As soon as Michael saw your bare chest, he did this incredibly sexy thing with his tongue and you leaned forward hungrily for a kiss. Michael grabbed the side of your face, practically begging to fuck you. The two of you broke the kiss and you once again attached your lips to his dripping cock and swirled your tongue in all the right places. As you bobbed your head up and down, you took the rest of it with your hand. Unexpectedly, Michael began thrusting and fucking your mouth, motioning for you to go deeper and making you gag slightly due to his above average size. You could tell because of this that he hadn’t had any action, if any at all, for a long time. He vocalized his pleasure very audibly, and you were glad you seemed to be doing a good enough job. Michael tugged at your hair hinting that you can stop now. He had other things he’d rather do to you.

“Flip around, I want to see that lovely ass of yours that I’m now so very fond of,” Michael demanded.

Michael placed a very firm slap onto your ass, making you yelp from the mixture pain and pleasure. He lined himself up with your entrance and didn’t bother to start things off slow. Taking you from behind, he gave it to you long and hard. Moans flowed from your lips louder than ever before. His palm smacked across your ass again, this time being a little harder than the first. They’re definitely bound to leave marks. Michael pulled out for a moment and switched positions, leaving him on top and you on the bottom. Quickly and immediately, he was back inside of you again. He wrapped his ring-clad fingers around your throat squeezing it as he continued pounding into you. Your breath hitched in your throat and your stomach twisted, knowing you were near your breaking point. Apparently Michael was close too, this being evident since his thrusts were becoming sloppier. Your hands gripped your bed sheets tightly and you moaned so loud from your orgasm that the neighbors definitely could hear you, but you honestly couldn’t care less. Michael pulled out, ready for his release and you sat yourself up to look at him in all of his antichrist glory. He released his cum onto your chest and a bit of it marked the bottom of your chin.

“Holy fuck,” You said, short of breath, “You can stay as long as you want, Michael.”

Tags: @icylangdon <3

[plus-size-reader]

Darling

Michael Langdon x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1430 words

Warnings: none 

Summary:Ms Mead has a daughter, who just so happens to be plagued by terrible nightmares that only Michael can stop.

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Michael wasn’t the first person your mother had brought in from the street but he was, by far, the most special.

There was just something about him.

Still, there was nothing more peculiar about him than the fact that as soon as he came into your home, you began having some of the most horrible nightmares you’d ever had in your life.

They were terrible.

You constantly dreamed about the end of the world, everything swallowed up in flames and death. The world as you knew it, just forced into darkness and ruin, overnight. It was always the same, but it didn’t make any sense.

These terrible prophetic dreams into the future came to be as soon as Michael came into your life and there had to be a reason. So, when you woke up in a cold sweat, there was only one thing you could do.

You got up and made your way down to the spare bedroom where Michael was currently sleeping. The moonlight striped the walls in ghastly images, painting pictures of doom on your eyes but you ignored it.

In fact, you didn’t stop moving until you made it to just outside his room, the bedroom door opened just a crack.

It was enough for you to see that he was indeed fast asleep, sleeping like a baby from the looks of it. You envied him, for just a moment, before you decided to just enter the room and wake him up.

This had to do with him.

Something was telling you that something was wrong, and you had a feeling that Michael knew what it was about. All you had to do was have the strength to ask him about it.

There could have been a more practical way to do it, but if there was, you didn’t know what it was, so you just shook his bare shoulder until his eyes opened.

Michael blinked a few times, trying to make sense of whatever it was that was going on but as soon as he saw that it was you, standing in the dark, he sat up.

“What’s going on?”

His voice was raspy with sleep, only alerting you slightly due to the sudden sound in such a quiet space, but you did your best to ignore that. More than anything, you just had to keep in mind how strange this was.

Though, stranger things had happened to both of you.

“I can’t sleep.” you started, realizing that you probably should have included a bit more information than that but you didn’t bother. You had this feeling that Michael would already know what this was about, and he did.

He knew what he was but he wasn’t sure if you were ready to learn the truth before now. At least if his father was reaching out to you, then that meant you could handle it.

Not that he should be surprised.

After all, with the way your mother had raised you, it shouldn’t have shocked him that you were more in tune with the spirit world than most people were.

If nothing else, you were already loyal to him and that was a start.

“Nightmares?” he asked, looking at you with curious eyes. He was studying you, but you couldn’t imagine why. How did he know? You hadn’t mentioned those terrible dreams to anyone, not even your mother.

Still, he knew somehow.

It wasn’t until he patted the bed beside where he was now sitting that you moved from your spot, hoping that he would be able to shed some light on what was happening to you.

Never in your life had you experienced something like this.

“They aren’t nightmares, they’re visions. It’s only a matter of time until the world as we know it is swallowed up and destroyed” he shrugged, almost as if the terrible things he was saying didn’t matter to him and maybe they didn’t.

Truly, he seemed like he didn’t give a damn about the fate of the world. All things considered though, he didn’t have to. Nothing could hurt him, and if you chose to join him on his mission, nothing would hurt you either.

It was up to you.

“Don’t worry. Satan will protect us. Now, get some sleep” he ordered, laying back down and patting the pillow beside his own.

Was he out of his mind?

Did he really think that telling you about the impending apocalypse was going to get you to sleep with him? There was no way in hell that was happening but again, Michael was two steps ahead of you.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you ask me to,” he commented, not even bothering to open his eyes as he spoke to you. He knew exactly what you were thinking but that couldn’t have been farther from his mind right now.

“The nightmares are coming from my father. I need you to bring about the end of the world, but as long as we stay together, they’ll go away” he explained, shocking you again.

What he was suggesting didn’t make any sense to you but still, you did as he asked and when you woke up in the morning, after the first night of real sleep you’d have in a long time, you knew he was telling you the truth.

Michael was the antichrist, and the two of you were going to bring about the end of the world, together.

“Sweet dreams?”

The words came from beside you, where Michael was currently sitting against the headboard, staring down at you. It crossed your mind that he had been staring at you sleeping, but you ignored that.

You were really too busy trying to make sense of everything that had happened last night.

“Actually yes. I slept just fine” you allowed, doing your best to distance yourself emotionally from Michael but you weren’t sure that you could. How was it possible that he could take away those terrible dreams, or visions, as he’d called them.

There was no reason he should need you if he was as he said. Why would the antichrist need you to help him bring about the end of the world? You were just some girl.

It didn’t make any sense.

“Michael? I don’t understand something. What’s so special about me that you need my help?” you wondered, knowing that there was a good chance he would just laugh at you, but he didn’t.

In fact, he was just surprised that you hadn’t asked him that yet.

Surely you had felt it before now, the connection between the two of you. You just didn’t know what to call it until those terrible nightmares pulled you to his side.

Now though, he hoped you would never leave him again.

“This is bigger than both of us, my darling. Still, you must understand that in order to do what I need to do, I’m going to need people loyal to my cause, and that starts with you” he shrugged, almost as if he was asking you what you wanted to eat for lunch.

“I need you by my side, for this new world” there was something different in his words then, something that struck a chord with you even more than whatever that was last night.

He was serious.

“Ask me”

You smirked, this kind of coy cockiness in your voice as you spoke, waiting for him to do as he asked. If he wanted you to be his partner in all of this, you were going to need him to ask you.

If you chose to join him for all of this, it would be your choice and you would be equals, partners in everything. You weren’t just some lowly follower that would do everything he asked.

“Ask you what, darling?” he hummed, once again using that nickname he’d just decided he liked.

Michael knew what you wanted, of course, but just as you wanted him to ask you those very important words, he wanted to hear you say them first.

“Ask me to end the world with you, Michael” you grinned,leaning in closer to him now, subconsciously sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as you waited for him.

He was right.

You could feel the power radiating off of him and you knew that if you let it, it would turn you into something more than you were right now. You just had to trust in Satan to do so.

...And you did, more than anything else in the world.

“End the world with me, darling”

[katiekitty261]

So here’s what I’m working on-

Fwb Chapter 3

Michael Langdon x Plus-size!reader

Duncan Shepherd x plus-size!reader

Michael Tummy riding blurb (I will....post this...)

And a bunch of other shit, but look for these soon 💕