#fern ah

[jadedlavendergemini]

A Twisted Love

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

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

TW: Smut, Murder, and a manipulative behavior

~xXx~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” you practically moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His smile is sincere. “Welcome back.”

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

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

“YOU KILLED ME!” you spat.

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

“It doesn’t,” you hissed.

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

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

~xXx~

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

[eclipsedpascal]

Devil Inside

Outpost!Michael Langdon x Female Reader

Michael’s father had been ignoring him for weeks, so in a fit of rage he decides he'll wait on him no longer. He'll bring forth his new world now, starting with you.

Warnings: lots of blood, a tiny bit about Michael's ritual, breeding kink, choking, a tiny bit of scratching, mentions of daddy kink but not rly? idk, gagging with fingers, oral (female receiving), Michael uses his powers on the reader, and just bcs i'm a freaky bitch, Michael whips out his demon face again.

Notes: This is just porn without plot. I started writing this so long ago! Literally like I wrote the entire first half of it on the summer solstice and then didn't touch it again until tonight ?? like ok then whoopsie ig. ALSO I really hate the only other Micheal fic I have up,, like that shit makes me *puking noises*. Yeah anyways its so bad that it gave me the motivation to finally post this one lmao.

Word count: 3k

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You sat on the kitchen counter of you and Michael’s shared sanctuary quarters, the only light in the dimly lit room coming from the few candles you had lit earlier in the day which hadn’t yet burned out completely. Your bare legs dangled over the counter top as you sat alone, scrolling through your phone mindlessly and finishing the small mug of lavender tea you had made for yourself with the hopes it would help you sleep better.

As you sipped down the last few drops of what was now lukewarm tea, you heard the unmistakable patter of Michael’s bare feet padding along the marble floor towards the kitchen. He had been trying to contact his father through ritual for weeks now, but he had received nothing in return other than unwanted silence every time he tried. He had been doing the same tonight, hiding out in hopes of hearing even a whisper from his father. He usually devoted hours at a time to contacting him, not finding his way into bed until the wee hours of the morning; so it surprised you he had given up so early on.

You looked up from your screen to find him stood just past the kitchens entrance, completely naked and covered in blood, the wounds he had carved into his arms not too long before already healing; his blood was still fresh and dripping down his toned body. You noticed a change in him. Whilst he usually came to bed feeling exhausted and disappointed, all you could feel from him was anger. It was seething from him as he stood, dripping crimson all over the recently polished floor.

He didn’t speak, eyes focused on the growing puddle of blood that surrounded his feet and filled with so much emotion. You joined him in silence, setting your phone down besides you as slowly and quietly as you could, feeling as if any sudden movement could set him off like a wild animal disturbed from its slumber. You watched as he dug his fingers into the palms of his hands, something you often caught him doing whilst trying to contain impending outbursts he didn't want let loose.

Deciding you should say something, you spoke what could perhaps be called a whisper. “He’s still not answering you, is he?” He ever so slightly shook his head at your question, emitting a low chuckle as he ran his tongue over his top teeth and looked up at you. He struck eye contact with you, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils blown wide. “No.”

You stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other from opposite sides of the room as the tension in the air grew so thick it felt as if it was choking you, your worried eyes looking across into his own rage filled ones.

He started sauntering towards you heavily, eyes never leaving your form and neck slowly craning itself down to continue staring you out the closer he got. Reaching where you sat, he gripped the counter either side of you, his defined hands leaving crimson stains on the previously pristine kitchen counter from the fresh cuts his nails had made as he towered above you. You looked up at him, feeling what you could only describe as fear, waiting for him to do something. anything.

Your own breathing was the only thing you could hear, and you could feel Michael’s fanning over your goosebump decorated skin. You couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, his blank facial expression masking any thoughts running through his mind as he stared you down in a contest you’d never asked to be a part of. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, grabbing your colour drained cheeks roughly, smearing blood on your face and kissing you so violently your teeth were clashing against his.

He was practically shaking with rage, which only fuelled him to move against you faster. His hands stumbled their way down to the thin black shirt of his you’d been wearing all night and ripped the front in two, aggressively yanking the cloth off your body and taking rough handfuls of your breasts. He massaged and squeezed them, pinching your nipples so hard it made you squeak through his kiss and arch your back at the pain.

He moved his hands down to your thong and attempted to pull it down your legs, but let out a grunt of irritation when it was taking longer than it should’ve and ripped it off you too. It dropped it to the floor, following the fate of the shirt he had also just ruined. He pushed his mouth over your face and neck, rushing to taste you as if he would soon run out of time to savour it. The tips of his hair tickled the top of your exposed breasts, teasing you with their delicate touch.

“I don't need him, you know.” He stated, his voice surprising you and deepened with fury as he nibbled on your jawline, leaving the slightest of teeth marks on your skin.

“I’ll create our new world now! without any of his input. Since that’s so clearly what he wants.” He moved down to suck on your breasts somewhat aggressively, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your nipples as you writhed and moaned underneath him, feeling his anger, but too lost in the pleasure of his lips to understand what it was he was hinting at.

“And I think the perfect way to do that is to start right here, don’t you agree pet?” he husked out his words with vengeance, angry at his father for ignoring him after so many nights spent trying to contact him and growing impatient with the need to fill you with his seed. You gasped, realising what he meant and smiling up at him wildly. You knew this was going to happen at some point; the two of you spoke about bringing your own little antichrist into the world constantly, but you hadn't guessed it would be happening so soon.

He interrupted your thoughts by lifting you up and lowering you down onto the floor, pressing your bare body onto the cold flooring below and inserting himself between your legs. He grabbed ahold of your throat, using his choke hold to pin you down and taking the slightest moment of calm before scratching his hand down your body. You let out a pained whimper, feeling the leftover blood on his fingers mix with your fresh blood in the claw marks he had left in your skin, trailing from your chest to just over your bellybutton.

He looked up at you and tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face. “What do you say we make your little nickname for me official, breed you and make me a real daddy? Hm?”

Your chest heaved underneath him, rising and falling quickly as adrenaline coursed through you. You nodded back as fast as you could, still taken aback by his sudden need to breed you and shocked any of this was happening in the first place.

His eye twitched with impatience as he squeezed your neck momentarily, letting you know he felt your nodding was unsatisfactory. He wanted you to spell it out for him.

“Yes Michael! Please breed me!” You gave him what he wanted, lifting your thighs to wrap them around his torso as you spoke, trying to gather more control over the situation. You needed the sudden thirst of lust he had thrusted upon you to be quenched.

“Thats my fucking girl.” He moved to hover above you, bringing his face down to yours and grazing his nose over yours teasingly. He took a hold of his cock pumping it into his hand and trapping you under his intense gaze.

He pushed inside you, needing his cock to be buried as deep inside of you as physically possible. You let out a strangled cry, gripping onto his arms above you and staring into his blackening eyes. They had grown blind with rage, staring into yours soullessly when he pulled out of you almost entirely, stopping only to smile at you devilishly for the first time that night before slamming back into you at a viscous pace. His balls slapped against your skin ferociously, the noise of it and your moans were the only thing to be heard in the dark room.

Every second it felt as if the room grew darker. Michael felt like the only thing that was real, he was definitely the only thing you could see at least. It was as if everything else was falling into the darkness and dissipating from your mind entirely, as if the room was getting closer and closer to your sweating skin.

“You’ll be so beautiful filled with my seed.” He spoke his thoughts allowed, his brutal thrusts taking his breath between words. You rolled your hips over his in response, wishing his words to be true with every bone in your body. He moaned at this, reading your thoughts and taking his hand from your neck and sliding his bloody fingers into your gaping lips.

“Your stomach all swollen with my child.” He continued his stream of thought, forcing his fingers down your throat and making you gag on them, your tongue adjusting to the sour metallic twang now coating it and licking his fingers as if it was his cock he had placed in your mouth.

He yanked his hand from your mouth, leaving you to gasp and cough out between moans. He instead grabbed at your delicate wrist, his large hand easily wrapping around it and brining your palm to lay flat over your lower abdomen. “Can you feel me?” he punctuated his words with deep movements, pressing your hand down to feel his cock moving inside of you. “Yes I can feel you! oh my god fuck!”

He throws your hand to the side, holding your forearm down on the stone. “God isn’t here, Darling.” his voice came out in a snarl, deeper than usual as a demonic tone overcame him. You grabbed at the back of his neck with your spare hand, pulling him down to meet you in a moan filled kiss.

You’re interrupted when you hear a low hissing to the left of you. You turn your head to find the sudden noise and notice snakes. Actual snakes, impossibly slithering their way from under your kitchen counters and leaving trails of more blood on the floor beside to you.

He pulled himself out of you, centring your attention back to him when he leant down on the floor and brought your cunt to his face. He licked a long stripe up your folds, rightfully earning the pornographic moan that escaped from your throat. Your fingers grasped and slipped across the bloody marble floor when his tongue started flicking vigorously at your clit, pressing hard into your sensitive numb and forcing you to move your empty grabby hands to his dampening locks.

He dipped his tongue inside you, still moving it quickly and making you open your mouth to scream without any noise spilling out. He replaced his tongue with his skilled fingers, pumping them in and out of you and curling them into your g spot. “Nothing satisfies me more than that look on your face when i’m about to let you cum.” He muses, a kind of amusement apparent in his voice when he pulls his fingers back from your greedy hole. “Except from the look you give me when I take it away.” He watches your next moves carefully, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“Don’t fucking tease me Michael Langdon!” You raise yourself on your elbows and shoot him an angry glare, caught up in the moment and pissed off at his cruel edging. He narrows his eyes at you, a flick of his wrist forcing you down onto your back as you mentally curse yourself for talking back to the demon situated between your legs.

He rose above you again, sliding into your wet pussy with ease and stroking your face with the backside of his hand. “Should’ve known better than to tell me what to do.” He tutted at you, His knuckles grazing over your face so gently that when he started his swift pounding it nearly gave you whiplash.

“You either beg me to touch you, or I won’t do it at all.” He warns you, his tone still deep as he grunts at the feeling of your walls clenching around his pulsing cock. His hands move to the floor to hold him up, waiting for your whiney begs to soon hit his eardrums.

You didn't want to beg him after his little stunt, but you had no choice. “Please, please Michael, please touch me.” You gasp and cry out to him, your head lulling back to the dark voided ceiling above you, needing the feeling of his fingers on your clit as you near your impending orgasm. He obliges of course, fulfilling his earlier words and rubbing rapid circles onto the neglected little ball of nerves.

His moaning and grunting was much louder now, somehow managing to drown out the noise of his skin slapping into yours. His breaths had too become heavier, his face growing paler and his thin red veins pulsing onto his perfectly countered cheek bones. His skin appeared as if it was cracking, flickering hollow red lighting onto his illuminated face. His face had become the lightest thing in the room, and yet still managed to be the most nightmarish.

You were on the edge now, watching Michaels anger and pleasure turn him not the ghastly demon before you. You felt your limbs start twitching and shaking. “Ahhh fuck, Michael!” You cried out at him. “I’m gonna cum around you so good, you’ll spill every last drop of your seed into me.” You giggled out your words, underestimating the carnality of Michaels reaction to them.

“Then I’d better make sure I’m deep enough into your greedy little cunt to fuck a baby into it huh?” Your words had now spurred him on to the point of fucking you so brutally it hurt, having somehow managed to pick up his already agonising pace. He leant down to your trembling lips, giving you one last reassuring kiss before he lost the little control he had left.

A fucked out haze fogged over your mind, legs falling numb with the shocks of pleasure emerging from your exploding core. You screamed out Michaels name over and over, letting it loose from your lips like you’d been holding it locked up inside your chest for an eternity. Your tingling skin grew wet as the blood and snakes around the both of you began to boil, as if your skin had set a flame under its bubbling surface.

“Fuck Y/N!” He watched your eyes pierce into his as you came, your tight walls squeezing and tensing around him until he had altered his movements. His quick pace nearly halting, he held onto your hips and rutted into you deep and languidly, filling you up with his sputtering seed. His eyes blew wide, as if they were two blackholes consuming the room around them and drawing you into their endless gravity pools. You could feel him stuttering inside you as he stared into your soul, mouth open slightly ajar and pouty lips shaking with the weight of his orgasm.

You knew you should have been terrified of him. The once expansive and flowing cuts down his arms had now healed completely, the only reminder of them ever existing being the multiple pints of blood he had left trailed from his ritual room to the kitchen floor, he’d painted your willing body with now the flaking crimson in mosaics. His face was enough to give a child cataclysmic nightmares for years to come, but yet there you were lying underneath him, admiring the way the red streaks on his skin showed more emotion that you could ever have put into words and how good his messy eyeshadow looked on his macabre face. The only thing that had ever truly frightened you about Michael Langdon was how madly in love with him you were.

His face fell back to its former glory, colour seeping onto his skin and bringing life back to his breathless face. His arms moved to rest near your face as he pulled out of you, the snakes that had once been slithering next to you having suddenly dissolved as if they were never there in the first place. Michael let his head fall, his long hair laying over your chest as he panted down onto you, staring up at your eyes as his own were flooded with an ocean like blue again.

You stared up at him, not a word having been said since he had shouted your name in the midst of his pleasure, it made you almost.. nervous? You’d never seen him take his anger out on you the way he just had. What was he thinking now he’d ‘decided to start his new world early’ in a fit of rage?

“Mikey?” You called out his endearing nickname timidly.

He changed the look on his face, a questioning expression obvious on his handsome features. You knew what that look meant, he was listening in on your thoughts. Something you’d asked him not to do many times before, but yet you were grateful for it in this moment.

He smiled up at you, chuckling in a little more of a domestic manner than his demonic voice had allowed him to before. You rolled your eyes at him and he kissed you again. It was the kind of gentle kiss that felt like it would linger on you afterwards for days.

“I honestly don’t know how I’m going to cope with a little demon running around the house.” You joked, earning another laugh from Michael. His fingers still covered in blood as he played with the bruised bites he’d left under your jaw.

“I think we’ll find out soon enough.”

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[simonssniper]

i present to you all my favorite genre of men:

[10ktypesoftorture]

Michael Langdon + outfits 😈

American Horror Story : Apocalypse (2018)

[kissxmedeadly]

#same energy

Cody Fern as MICHAEL LANGDON in AHS Apocalypse vs Cody Fern as VALIANT THOR in AHS Double Feature: Death Valley

[dollwritesarchive]

i need a sadist and you’re the epitome : ML

fandom american horror story

featuring pre apocalypse!michael x ward!reader (f)

rating NSFW / MINORS DNI

content warning soft!dark!michael, somnophilia, fingering, suggestions of mistreatment from others (up to interpretation), stockholm syndrome, mentions of parricide and canon typical violence, possessive!michael, he may or may not say some unsettling things

summary he’s killed for you, baby, who else can say that?

word count 1.4k / mini musing

attention not proofread ofc. thank you to every one who voted for this fic! also huge thankies to @agentofbarnes for helping me decide what to go with, you’re the best, zee 💗 do not translate or repost. reblog & give feedback !

art.

you were art.

“So beautiful.” splayed upon a canvas of obsidian sheets, appearing as if you’d fallen unconscious the moment your delicate head kissed the satin, black pillow. one arm bent at the elbow, flung backward, so the back of your hand caresses the same parallel to your silken cheek. while Michael would much prefer nothing obscure his the visage of your naked body, the nightie that swaddled you did so poorly; it was the wrong size. the fabric was bunched up like ruby waves about your waist and the neckline was askew, your breasts exposed and nipples erect in the heated atmosphere. Michael could see beads of perspiration like diamonds glistening against your skin as you slept, and the tips of his wicked digits sweep them away from one thigh as the fingers dance over the expanse of vulnerable flesh. “Beautiful and fragile.”

Michael was propped on his side and watching you with crystalline hues so focused on every detail of you, so silent and in your trance that he could hear the heart beating in your chest. feel the rhythmic inhale, pause, exhale and pair it with the display of the rising and falling. not another sound, he even found himself holding his breath for a moment so as not to wake his precious ward. his muse. his art.

as the tips of his fingers finally disappear under a flimsy strip of crimson fabric, your body reacts upon the contact. digits following the seam of your nether lips, only to crest over the unsuspecting and ill guarded clitoris and watch a subtle twitch at the corner of your lips, the way your brows want to knit together. “Even in your sleep, your body is desperate for me, isn’t it, my kitten?” his own voice is hardly recognizable, husky and low and only for you to hear in your subconscious. “You’ve given yourself to me so completely that it no longer matters if you’re conscious, you will always be my willing, little pet.”

his mind is awash with the things he’s done.

the things he’s done to you, since you became his. desecration of your body and soul in every sense of the word, the reinvention of the idea of love in your fragile psyche. the soft caresses and the hard kisses. every sound you could make while beneath him and the way he’d force them from your fragile, little body and relish when you were too broken or exhausted to move afterwards.

the things he’s done for you, since he’s fallen in love with you. wiped your tears when you awoke with cheeks wet from terror, held you close to his body, close to his blackened heart. gave you a new life, one that he would allow no sadness, nor pain, nor fear to seep into. protected you from an unforgiving world that was much too keen on chewing you up and spitting you out.

Michael leans forward to rest his lips against your clavicle, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along the bone when his forefinger parts your dampening folds and pushes into the familiar warmth of your interior. the invasion elicits a soft whimper from your parted lips, and he exhales against your skin, eyelids fluttering shut to revel in the feeling of you, the clenching of your walls around his finger as he plumbs your depths, the quickening of your heartbeat and your sweet, little sounds. with his manhood hardening by the second, simply from pleasuring you, he angles himself against your side, hips rocking so that he may stimulate his erection by rubbing it against you so both hands are free to roam.

a second digit joins the first inside of you, pumping deep and slow, and a subtle curve in your back paired with a broken grunt lets him know when he’s hit a sweet spot. he moans your name against the skin your chest, his tongue lazing out to swirl about the expanse of it, his free hand gliding over your belly and downwards to attack your now engorged clitoris slow, with rough strokes until your thighs start to quiver. he has a hard time holding back a smile, gritting his teeth as he grinds himself into your warm thigh and groans in delight, “are you not even going to wake up to cum, pet?” he asks, with a sinful and delighted edge to his whisper, “or perhaps you’re dreaming of me. You can feel my fingers deep inside of your little cunt, but your subconscious is telling you that it’s your lord’s cock sliding in and out of you, pushing you to euphoria.”

your lips twitch again, and a tiny murmur dies on the tip of your tongue, as if you were trying, in your sleep, to ask him for something. he chortles, weakly, pressing his thumb against your button, and rests his open mouth against your breast, the hard bud encased in warmth. pulling on it with his teeth, he feels your muscles spasm, and hums in approval. “Mm, you’re trying to ask for my permission, yes? Because even when you’re asleep, you haven’t forgotten the rules— you don’t cum until your lord allows it.” his fingers curl at the deepest point inside of you, caressing a bundle of nerves that very few people would ever find, and you come undone around him. he watches, starstruck, as your orgasm washes over your unconsciousness, and struggled moans and ragged breaths spill from your quivering lips like warm honey. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, littering your chest in his kisses, “I’m afraid I’ll have to wake you soon, because my cock is throbbing, and I’m afraid if I don’t wrap you around it, I’ll go insane—“

just then, amidst the symphony of your nirvana, the door to the bedroom opens. Michael’s brows furrow. three men, clad in black cloaks enter in unison. “My Lord,” one takes a careful step out of the line towards the bed.

“Shh.” Michael hisses, glancing over his naked shoulder at them, before gesturing to you. he didn’t have to say it, but all three of them knew it: were they to wake you, they would pay.

he gulps around a knot in his throat, hands fumbling in front of him, and bows his head. “I’m sorry— to interrupt, but…” the man takes a moment to look at his colleagues, “it’s done.” he whispers. “They’re dead.”

Michael’s eyes had averted and were now fixated on you, again. you were calm, for now, but your body still shuddered, like the ocean directly after a fierce storm. his hand flees to caress your cheek, where he feels the warmth of a blush upon it. “Did you make sure they suffered?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good.” Michael mutters, sapphire gaze coruscating over every inch of your sedated countenance.

clearing his throat, one of the other men steps forward, seeming more nervous than the first. “My Lord? Are you sure this was a wise decision?” Michael pauses, turning to glare at him as if to dare him to explain further. the man’s eyes widen, and he quickly takes a step back, “I just mean that— you already have the girl, why go through this trouble just to kill her parents? I don’t see how it benefits our cause to—“

“Have you ever been in love?” Michael interjects.

the man looks temporarily stunned. “I’m sorry?”

“In love. Have you ever been in love?” Michael continues, eyes adrift back to your face, as if each moment away was an eternity, “I don’t mean the fairytale type of love that you see on those cheesy fucking movies, or the way you love your family, that’s forced. You’ve no choice. I mean the kind of love that takes hold of your heart and squeezes until it breaks. The kind of love that you would do anything to keep, kill anyone that would stand in the way of you keeping that love.” the men exchange uncertain glances with each other, and Michael brushes back a flyaway tendril from your cheek. “She is mine. Anyone that could complicate that fact isn’t allowed the privilege of breath anymore. The murders were necessary,” he tilts his head, gazing upon you fondly, “but the pain you inflicted… that was my own, personal vengeance. They’ve done enough to deserve all that you gave them and more.” leaning forward, he kisses your supple tiers, before whispering upon them. “I will tear to shreds any reason for her to leave me, because I’m in love with her. I will cut the heart out of any person who believes they can separate us, and I will present it to her on a silver platter.”

the men seem less than convinced, and the leader speaks up again, “how can you be sure that she will understand these gestures, My Lord? You say they’re out of love, but you’re destroying her world.”

“I will make her understand.” Michael snaps, glaring at him. “I will be her world from now on. She can never leave my side, ever. She’s mine.”

[michaellangdonswhore]

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

warnings: smut

wc: 1.6k

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

8:24

He should be there any minute.

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi," He says.

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

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

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

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

Her aura is magnetic, so is his.

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

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

"Are you scared?" He asks.

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

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

She takes notice of his darkened expression.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thief." He jokes.

"You left it here."

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

He kisses her again roughly.

So he did notice.

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

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

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

"More than okay."

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

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

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

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

"I want you to release around me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God, it feels so good,"

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

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

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

His movements become sloppy as he chases his own release.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[storiesforallfandoms]

behind closed doors ~ michael langdon;ahs apocalypse

word count: 2078

request?: yes!

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

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

pairing: michael langdon x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Y/N) smirked. “Is someone needy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“P-Please, mistress,” he whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My love,” he said. “The handcuffs.”

“Oh! Right!”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rustlos]

[give-em-hell-kid]

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

*not my gif*

[lifetanes]

Cody Fern as Xavier Plympton

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: 1984 (2019)

[kissxmedeadly]

«Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.»

[dollwritesarchive]

you can check me off your list : XP

fandom american horror story

featuring dark!dead!xavier plympton x reader (f)

rating NSFW / MINORS DNI

content warning murder mention (minor character deaths), dub con, fingering, manhandling, degradation, graphic depictions of blood, minor dacryphilia

summary introduction to this au. you get locked in the cabin alone with him, and it’s been nearly forty years since he’s felt anything worth feeling

word count 3.1k / one shot

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“Stop moving it!”

“You really think I’m doing this? Watch my hands, I’m not doing it.”

“You’re so full of shit.” amongst the arguing, you close your eyes tight, wishing you were anywhere but here. you hadn’t wanted to come along, but they’d somehow convinced you. perhaps there was a small part of you that was curious about Camp Redwood, but you never would’ve gone on your own. even though the slaughters happened well before you were born (at least, the most horrific ones), the place was still notoriously dangerous.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” your roommate coaxed, poking out her lower lip into a puppy dog pout as she sat cross-legged on your bed. you were trying to concentrate on the essay on your screen, and ignore her completely, but she wasn’t having any of it. with a sly upturn of glossy tiers, she presses the laptop together. “It’ll be one night.”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, looking away. a familiar sense of pressure as she hooked her arms around your shoulders. “What if we get caught?”

“That’s not what you’re scared of, is it?” she mused, blood orange locks that smell of lavender tickling your nostrils. “Cops don’t even come out there anymore. The place is, like, completely abandoned.” she pauses, only to pull back and search your features, which were heated with a telling blush. “Nothing’s going to happen,” she assured with a roll of forest hues. “But you know how the boys are. They want to say they’re big, tough guys for staying in the most haunted camp in America.” gently, the tip of her digit tugs at your lips to force them to smile, before one dances on her lips, as well. “We’re going to spend a couple of hours in the cabins, have some booze, and then go home. What do you say?”

foolishly, you’d said yes, oblivious to the fact that the other members of your convoy had much more devious plans. they’d packed a ouija board in one of their bags, and brandished it almost immediately upon getting settled. once again, you were convinced it would be fine, and so you went along with it. that was, until, the planchette started to move and you lost your already weakened composure. heart throbbing against your ribs almost painfully, you shut your eyes tight as your roommate argues with one of the boys in the group, who swears he has nothing to do with the phenomenon.

“Are you scared?” strangely enough, you knew the question hadn’t been spoken out loud, at least not by any of the four in the party. it was a man’s voice, no doubt, yet it sounded soft and dangerous. velvety and evil. your eyes open, and scan the cabin; dark and dusty except for a couple of flashlights coming from your roommate and her boyfriend’s iPhones flipped over on the floor, creating ghastly shadows on the decaying, wooden walls. the two were still in a screaming match, that had now morphed into a barrage of insults at one another instead of the original topic, and you tried to tune it out, releasing the planchette.

“Do you guys hear that?” you whisper, hands shaking as you press your palms against the gritty floorboards.

your roommate cuts herself off mid-sentence to look to you. “Hear what?”

the boy scoffs with an annoyed shake of his head. “See? It wasn’t fucking me. If anything, it’s her. The little bitch is playing a prank on us—“

“I’m not!” you snap, glaring at him. “I heard someone.”

“Over here.” there it was again. you pull yourself to your feet, which sting with the pins and needles of staying idle for so long. a thin layer of grime stripes your knees. “Find me, Baby Girl.”

“You don’t hear him?” your head whips around, desperate to find the source of the taunting, and yet so enticing calls. “Hello? Who’s out there?” your voice trembles as you attempt to coerce the stranger out of hiding.

“Getting warmer.”

your heart races, knots tying around themselves in your guts, but your feet carry you towards one of the windows, boarded up with jagged, rusty nails sticking out at every angle. through the smallest of cracks, you spot a pair of oceanic eyes, sparkling with impish delight staring back at you and you freeze. “Bingo, bango, Baby.” his features are flawless, seemingly carved from stone. bleach-blonde tendrils styled in a high pompadour, with one stray lock gracing his blemish-free forehead. not a wrinkle in sight, no defect in his physical appearance whatsoever, and when you saw his lips move, you knew the dangerously tempting voice belonged to him.

you stare at him for several moments, the room around you turning to nothing but background noise. you can barely make out the sound of sneakers scuffing the wooden floorboards, but you are otherwise preoccupied with the Adonis before you. “W-who are you—“

a loud slam breaks into your question, and your gaze shoots, instead, to the door from which your party entered, now closed tight. “Wait,” you whisper, but you can hear an undeniable scrape of wood against wood, and you know your company is wedging the door closed, locking you inside. “Stop, let me out!” realizing your own helplessness, you ram the door with your body, pounding against the moaning wood with both fists, even kicking at the jam until your feet are screaming. “What’s going on?!”

a wave of laughter echoes from outside. “Why do you sound so scared? Jesus, this girl is nuts!”

the sound of a slap, and then your roommate’s cheery voice floats through the wood to your ears. “Calm down. A prank for a prank, huh?”

“A prank for a- what are you talking about?” you demand, slamming against the door once again. “I’m not playing any kind of prank! Please, open the door! I saw someone!” tears of panic well up in the ducts of your eyes. yet, only more laughter erupts from the other side of the door. “Please..” you whisper, your cheeks glistening as your eyes overflow. they thought that all of this was a joke, everything was funny, but you knew that you saw someone. he was out there, right now. at least, that’s what you thought.

until you heard it. the sound of footsteps, slow and daunting, from behind you. your heartbeat stutters, palms splaying out over the expanse of the door, digits quaking upon it. “Well, that’s not very nice of them.” his voice is much lower, now. husky, and closer, sending an ice cold shiver down your spine. your eyes drop to the miniature tornado of dust kicked up around your feet as two, much larger sneakers close them in, and you can suddenly feel the coldness of his body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, pressed against your back. pinning you to the door. “You have very bad taste in friends.” you can hear his tongue clicking against his teeth, almost scolding.

“H-how did you get in here?” finally working up the courage to speak, and that’s the best you can come up with? you wished that you didn’t sound so incredibly frightened. chewing on your lower lip, you start to shift, as if to turn to look at him over your shoulder, wanting to get a better look at him, anyway, but you’re halted by the feeling of long, thick digits working through your hair, gripping madly at your scalp, and forcefully introducing your cheek to the damp, rotting wood of the door. you wince, lips parted, but no sound comes out.

a low sigh parts irresistible lips as he leans in, dragging his nose through your hair, grazing your ear lobe with his open mouth. his teeth glide along that and then, the supple flesh of your cheek as a growl rumbles from deep within his throat. “Oh, Baby Girl, you have no idea the things I can do. But you will,” a sharp inhale as he takes in your scent, and then you feel his powerful, wet muscle eject from the comfort of his cavern to lick a thick stripe from your jaw to your temple. “Very fucking soon.”

everything about him was freezing, still. each of his movements calculated, you couldn’t feel a steady rise and fall of his chest with it pressed into your shoulders, as if he wasn’t even breathing at all. in fact, the only time you could hear or feel him breathing was just now, as he sucked in a deep gust of air just to… smell you? you knew, without a doubt, that he hadn’t been breathing until then, nor had he resumed since.

“What are you?” you squirm against his hold, but he’s much too strong. you’re trapped in his grip for as long as he wants to keep you. “What do you want?”

a chortle that sounded like pure evil erupts from his body as his other arm snakes around your waist, fingertips tugging at the neckline of tank top, tauntingly at first. pulling just enough to allow the elastic to snap back into place after a few moments. “What am I?” he repeats the question, an air of amusement and sarcasm in his words. “I’ll tell you exactly what I am. Very goddamn excited for a shiny, new toy. And such a sexy little thing, plenty for me to corrupt—“

“My friends—“ you start with a hushed gasp as you feel his fingers finally curl around the vulnerable, cotton neckline and jerk it downwards, your breasts bouncing free from their fabric prison.

“Are all dead.” cheekily, the blonde presses a sloppy kiss against the corner of your mouth. “Courtesy of mine.” as if to punctuate his statement, you hear three, loud thuds from the other side of the door and your heart sinks. you know he’s not bluffing, by the pooling of vermilion edging under the door. the blood kisses at the toes of your sandals, staining your skin with warm crimson. another tear streaks down your cheek, but he’s quick to catch it on the tip of his tongue, tracing it all the way back up to your fluttering and soaked eyelashes as his free hand paws at your tender breasts, wasting no time at all in groping each one, rolling the taut buds between powerful fingers to hear you whimper. “Don’t you cry, Little Girl,” he purrs against your skin, kissing all the way down again. “I’m going to spend lots of time playing with you. Fuck, you’re so warm. So fucking soft. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve felt something so warm?”

you shake your head, gritting your teeth to muffle your moans, though there’s no escaping the dampness of your panties, exposing how much you’re really enjoying the rough treatment your swells receive from him.

“Thirty six fucking years. Thirty fucking six!” your eyes widen as you writhe on instinct, to try to look upon him. out of the corner of your eye was the best you could do, smashed against the dead wood. he didn’t look a day over twenty five. things started to fall into place, but your brain wouldn’t let you believe it. you didn’t voice it, you couldn’t. his eyes, though crystalline oceans, sparkle with bestial delight watching the pieces click in your mind, one brow quirking as the seam of his lips break, the tiers spreading into a depraved smirk. “You’re a clever little thing, aren’t you?” you are acutely aware of his hand grappling at your belt, ripping at the leather as if it was paper. before you know it, your shorts bunch up around your knees, essentially tying them together and immobilizing you further.

you’re panting by now, desperate for what’s to come, though you can’t believe it’s actually happening. your poor underwear is nothing more than a strip of soaked silk offering no protection from his nefarious digits as he shoves them underneath it, slotting two fingers between your sticky folds. “This is what I really miss,” he grunts in your ear as you mewl in response, back arching. “The fucking sweetness of a tight, warm cunt dripping wet for me. You’re absolutely drenched, Baby, this pussy is ready to be ripped open and stretched wide, isn’t she?” you watch as his velvety tongue hooks around pearly white teeth, gliding along them to hold back from sinking them into your flesh by the looks of how starved he is. “Usually I’d tease you a bit more, make sure you’re a shaking mess begging for my cock to ruin you, but you’re gonna have to forgive me, Baby Girl. I’m just so fucking hungry right now.”

when his fingers stretch you open as they plunge into you, grazing against your spasming walls, you can’t hide the cry that bubbles out from your lips. they scissor within you, his wrist flicking around for the breadth of his thumb to find and assault your engorged clitoris with reckless abandon. “That’s it, Baby..” he huffs out, the breath more akin to a beast’s snort. “Why don’t you scream for me, hm? Let me hear that pretty voice break while I do the same to your cute, little pussy.”

your nails bite, hopelessly, at the decaying damp wood that chips off into your palms as your legs quiver, his hand cupping your sex with his first two fingers deep inside, prodding the very depths they can reach. the sensation is overwhelming, but coupled with the abuse he’s employing on your swollen and sensitive nub? your mind swims and your body is alight with frustrated euphoria. your lips remain parted, kissing the filth of the rotten door through strained moans the harder he pushes at your scalp, your cheeks are blistering warm, your eyes upturned to watch him linger above you, daunting lips press a chaste kiss against your forehead. a startling juxtaposition to the assault he carries out on your pitiful form.

there’s not much to be done but sag against the door and enjoy the roughened affection. he’s not the least bit gentler the more you give in; if anything, it gives him the opportunity to take you even harder. you can hear the sound of his palm meeting your slick center with each ferocious thrust of his thick digits inside of you, his thumb working your clit so violently your head is spinning. every muscle in your body is tightening, a sure sign of the oncoming release of a powerful orgasm.

“What’s this, huh?” he coos wickedly, never missing one savage beat as he pummels your insides. his fingers curl against the nerve bundle that sends a shocking sensation throughout your body, and you convulse in his arms, squealing with overwhelmed nirvana. “You gonna cum already? That’s so fucking cute, you sensitive, little slut.” the chuckle that echoes in the room paired with the obscenities spilling from your parted lips like warmed honey creates a truly salacious choir of sordidness. “Come on, then, Baby, let’s see you fall to pieces. Scream, cry, kick, I don’t fucking care. I want to see it all. Put on a mother fucking show for me and I might be generous enough to let you suck your girl cum off my fingers.”

his permission somehow spurs your climax, and you fall into an abyss of ecstasy. your eyes roll back as your orgasm takes control of you, aftershocks running through you like waves crashing against the shore and your form tossed around in his hold like a ship battered by the most furious of storms.

and he, the heartless stranger, watches gleefully as you spasm atop his fingers, not daring to let up but, if anything finger-fucking you harder until you’re seeing spots, and finally laughing in victory as you go limp against the door, thighs shaking. your mouth hangs open, tongue peeking out, creating the oh-so perfect opening for his sticky fingers when he retracts then from your overworked, clenching hole. you welcome them into your cavern with a flutter of your eyelids, otherwise keeping your eyes closed, and a soft whine as you taste yourself on foreign fingers. your tongue lazily slots each of his fingers, coiling around to clean them up. you can feel your arousal dripping down your legs, leaving a sticky shine to your quaking thighs. you pant on his fingers, lungs burning for more breath.

“Mhm,” he hums, pecking your sweaty temple, yet the sweet gesture would not belong to him if it wasn’t accompanied by abuse, you realize, when he uses the grip on your scalp to haul your body up from the door. feet dragging helplessly across the dust-covered floorboard, leaving a bloody trail, and weak moans falling from your mouth, you struggle to keep up with him, but eventually give up and allow yourself to be dragged to one of the ratty beds. “You’re gonna be a lot of fucking fun, a real good plaything.” using both hands, he scoops you up and tosses your limp frame on to the mattress, having not the slightest care about hurting you in the process, as if he were used to manhandling corpses; though you were still very much alive, albeit utterly incapacitated. “I’m just gonna have to keep the others and they’re greedy hands away from you. Especially Montana, the crazy bitch might want to cut you into pieces.”

through his little monologue, you begin to realize even in your cum drunk state, that he intends to keep you here. you try to find the strength to sit up, but it’s as if he’s fucked all of your stamina right out, which is something you’ve never experienced before. “Who are you?” you mumble, your legs squirming, though still bound by your own shorts.

“The name’s Xavier, Baby Girl, but that’s all you need to worry about right now.” he approaches, leaning over to run his fingers over the damp tendrils that stick to your forehead and cheek, pushing them out of the way. “You and I are going to have plenty of time to get to know each other. Forever, actually.”

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~ Michael Langdon ~

~ Xavier Plympton ~

~ Valiant Thor ~