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hisgirlwonder · 5 years

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Unheavenly Creatures (Jim Mason x Reader)

Length: 3.2K words Warning: Smut which fulfils a lot of kinks such as public/library sex, sleeping-with-best-friends-brother, masturbation, etc Synopsis: You’ve been given an assignment in class and the teacher decided to pair you up with your best friends brother and class stoner, Jim Mason, which means a lot of time spent with someone who prefers to study the female body. Notes: This has been bugging me for SO LONG and I couldn’t stop thinking about the idea the last few days (hopefullyyyy this is okay and ps. if you’re following my fics HoW pt. 4 will be out next)

The irony of it all had yet to evade you. You’d been paired up with your best friend’s brother for your latest project and it should be a walk in the park, right? Wrong. It was a joke to you and Medina but both for different reasons.

Jim and you were complete opposites when it came to school. He’d often show up late with a lingering scent of Mary Jane coating him and glazed eyes to match; not to mention his grades weren’t fantastic. You, on the other hand, were the perfect student. The answer to the question of why you had to be paired with Jim remained a mystery.

“Em, I just can’t be-“

The conversation is brought to a halt when Jim appears out of nowhere and widens the gap between the two of you; forcing himself between your bodies as you and Medina are talking over lunch. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and Medina’s, first looking at her and then at you.

“Hello, darling twin, hello wonderful partner. How are you beautiful ladies doing?”

“Hi, Jim. Sorry, I’m just going to go for a walk. Em, I’ll see you later, okay?”

You couldn’t leave the two of them fast enough and walk away in the direction of your favourite spot, behind the auditorium. Once they’re alone, Medina warns him not to spend all the time trying to butter you up or making you laugh – naturally he ignores what she’s saying, more intrigued as to whether or not you actually thought he was funny.

“Jim Mason, how many times do I need to tell you that you need to take your classes more seriously? Mom and dad would be mad if they knew how little you cared.”

“As far as mom and dad are concerned, I will pass. The more important question at hand, dear Medina, is whether or not Y/N thinks I’m funny.”

Medina rolls her eyes in a less than impressed fashion with his preoccupation. He’s had a thing for you since day one and Medina knows this. She also knows how he is with girls and doesn’t know whether or not he’d do the same thing to you. Jim jokes about you needing something to relax because you work so hard but Medina doesn’t find it funny because if there’s one thing she cares about besides her family, it’s you. Her brother feels the intensity behind the stare and backs off, telling her he’s going to give more of a shit.

“I’m bored and Y/N isn’t here to butter up. Maybe I should go and find her.” He winks in provocation and leaves the seating area in search of other friends. Medina decides that she might go and have a look for you to continue the conversation from earlier before the interruption.

It didn’t take her long to find you because you were always in the same spot when you needed a moment. Behind the auditorium was a special spot for both of you because that’s where you met and nobody else went there so it was nice and quiet.

Sympathetic glances are exchanged before she sits herself next to you on the bench. Medina leans her head on your shoulder like she often does and the comforting heaviness of her head leaning on you was relaxing; unfortunately, not enough to take away the stress of the situation at hand.

“Are you going to write about the disgusting diet of pizza and marijuana my brother lives on in the weekends?”

You can’t help but laugh at her remark. Trust her to make you feel better.

“That wasn’t my plan but if my original idea doesn’t work then I might give yours a go.”

“God, I can’t do this.”

Jim’s inability to concentrate and continue the song he was working on gets the better of him. He puts his guitar back in the stand before flopping onto his bed to lay on his stomach. He reaches into his pocked to pull out his phone and look through Instagram out of boredom. The first post to appear was one of Medina’s and it happened to be you and her together. Of course seeing your face causes Jim to waste no time in trawling through your page but being careful not to accidentally “like” one of your photos when he’s 48 weeks deep.

You were the kind of girl who didn’t exactly flash what you had but there were a handful of pictures of you in some scantly items; Halloween last year with Medina after the two of you had first met, your own birthday party, the Girls holiday in Hawaii. Nothing too outrageous because that wasn’t your style, however, that didn’t stop Jim from drooling over the miniscule amount of flesh you were showing.

Jim has a lightbulb moment and searches through Medina’s photos on her Facebook page to find more – just as he suspects, Medina as a whole folder dedicated to you. He’s not sure why he hasn’t done it earlier but being within touching distance of you had triggered him.

Then, there it is. The one picture that sets him over the edge. You and Medina were hanging out with your friends, Duncan and Michael, and Duncan had thrown a bucket of water over you/ Michael had been taking photos on Medina’s camera at the time and to anyone else this would have seemed like a harmless photo but to Jim, and his sexual deprivation, seeing the wet fabric cling to your curves caused an urge he could no longer hold back.

Medina knew Jim was attracted to you but she didn’t realise just how much. Jim had slept with girls but ever since you’d met, he always ended up picking ones that bear a striking resemblance to you. The last few months he’d given up because it just wasn’t the same. He found it lacklustre and disappointing when these beautiful women, both younger and older than him, would appear in his bed and he knew that their bodies didn’t move with the way yours would. Jim kept going back because it was better than nothing until one day he gives up.

He checks the door is shut before manoeuvring his hand inside his underwear so it’s cupping his dick, wrapped around the shaft and begins to fuck it. His eyes are closed so he can disappear into the moment completely. He envisions you beneath him, legs wrapped around his hips with your feet interlocked on his lower back. His cock is coated with so much slick that it is easy to feel like his own extremity was actually your warm, tight cunt.

Jim digs the fingers on his free hand into the pillow he’s propped up on because the feeling is intense and he gets so lost in it he can almost feel you beneath him. He’s breathing hot and heavy breaths and as he gets closer and closer he’s unable to hold back the noise - his face falls into the pillow as hits the point of orgasm and moans loudly into it.

Medina is stood outside making some smart ass come back after she’s cleaned up in retaliation from earlier and Jim jumps at the sound of her voice because he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts. Pulling his hand out of his underwear to reach over and grab a tissue off his nightstand, he tries to yell at his sister to piss off but his voice cracks under the exertion.

Five weeks into the project and still nothing. Jim had teased you, shot flirty comments your way, but that was the extent of it. Both you and your vibrators were growing tired (one had to be replaced because you’d used it too much) and part of you wondered if this was just normal Jim Mason behaviour to have a girl eating out of the palm of his hand. Little do you know, he’d been forcing himself to hold back and you were the contents of his wank bank - he was getting so desperate that he bought something to help him along. Since being in your presence for almost a month and a half, he’d gone from wanking once a day to morning, afternoon, and night or more.

The two of you were due to meet at the library today at 6:00pm because tonight was a late night; figuring you’d take advantage because the both of you were busier earlier. You arrive there on time but it was 6:15pm when Jim decides to show up.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to be late?”

“To what, a study session? This isn’t a date, Y/N.” He teased.

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as he walks up the steps beside you, holding the door open for you to walk through.

“I’ve got something to help you relax anyway.”

You didn’t bother to ask him when you were walking down to the computer room what he meant because you’d probably end up going around in circles as you’d learned he had a tendency of doing.

The two of you get settled into your studying and you wondered if Medina had actually gotten into him because he seemed as if he wanted to actually work. You figured now was the time to ask him what he meant but to your question his eyes stayed on the book in front and held his finger to his mouth to hush you.

You were shocked at the sudden turnaround and felt like the creep when catching yourself lusting over the way his chest would rise and fall with each breath or the movement of his lips. You were beginning to feel like he could tear the flesh from your bones with his teeth and you’d say thank you.

Jim becomes too obvious in his pursuit of your relaxation and breaks the sudden good boy behaviour to rest his hand on one of your exposed. Your body begins to swell, heat blazing in the thick of your thighs from just a simple touch. He grips at the inner parts of your thigh; squeezing it after he hears you make a noise. Despite being the first time he’d laid hands on you, and it wasn’t much at all, nothing felt foreign to you.

Both of you turn heads to catch the glance of the other momentarily but quickly turn away to hide that he’s beginning to unwrap you. He changes what he’s doing and moves his fingers in a walking motion up the inner part of your leg. You want to snap them shut because he was your best friends brother and you didn’t need a distraction but the want for him overpowered you. He creeps closer and closer to your underwear, mouth to your ear to tease you while you struggle reading over the notes you had in front of you. As if you had a choice.

“You don’t fool me for a second, YN.”

His nose sweeps across your face to move your hair with it - pushing it back behind your ear so you had nothing stopping you from taking in what he was saying.

“I can feel your frustration. I know how exhausted you are trying to fight this.”

His hand that travelled up your thigh now rubs the fabric covering your slit and you can feel your nipples harden from selfish want. The breath warm over your neck breath sends shivers over the surface of your skin and you’re waiting for him to continue on with his speech but he stays tight-lipped. Jim pushes the underwear you’re wearing to one side and then uses a finger to trail along the valley between your thighs. Jim’s eye contact has yet to break; stuck on you, the sight of your mouth opening as you breathe in bated breaths. Your strength can only hold back so many moans but you began to slip, sounds escaping your mouth. You quickly throw your hands up to cover your mouth and Jim notices what just happened; lowly growling for you to not be such a good girl while he’s slipping fingers inside and proving you’re anything but.

Jim places his thumb on your clit while his index and middle fingers are inside and the way he touches you feels like magic; sending you into a state where you no longer cared. You throw all caution into the wind, pushing the books from the table and pray nobody sees what is happening.

The both of you are messy in your movements because Jim starts to kiss you and you regress into the teenager who had just discovered masturbation for the first time. Greedy, salacious, and lewd in your own contempt towards your surroundings. You hold him back long enough and to sit on the surface of the table but he’s like a rabid dog and can’t get between your thighs fast enough. His hands' fumble trying to get the soaked piece of clothing off of your body because he’s so eager and eventually he does get there - throwing them to the side as if they were garbage; unneeded, unwanted, and he never wanted to see them again.

His mouth doesn’t waste a second and heads directly for your bud while his fingers fuck you. You thought to yourself he must have done this a thousand times because his tongue hits every spot, even ones you didn’t know you had. You came effortlessly and, for once, without the use of one of your toys. This was different. It felt like he’d planned this - how he wanted to move, how you were going to feel - and maybe God did grant him access to your Heaven’s gate when he saw how meticulous Jim had become for the first time in his life.

You both rise to your feet and instead of seeing him wiping away his mouth like most men do, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss; a kiss that barely even touched the surface of how he felt about you. The taste and scent of you on him drove you wild. He guides his fingers back inside, caressing every part, and you were gagging for more. You respond in kind by pulling his hair (probably harder than he’s used to) and he just looks you at you with lust-filled eyes, waiting for your next movement.

“Fuck me,” you whine. You felt desperate and it probably looked ugly but you didn’t care.

“You’re an eager girl, aren’t you? I don’t have anything with me.”

“You should know me well enough, Jim Mason, that my organisational skills extend further than just school.”

Jim tries to remain cool, acting as if the thought of fucking you raw didn’t drive him insane, but you could see it across his face and in his movements to follow.

He moves fast to undo his belt and pants and then yank down his underwear. You pull him in with your legs wrapped around his body, and he can’t get inside fast enough. The moment he slides in, you let out a gasp; he filled you entirely and was thicker than you thought; your pussy stretched by the girth of his fat cock.

You’re pulled in by desperate arms from this being who was trying to become as close to you as possible. His arms are supporting your lower back, making sure you don’t fall (because apparently, he’s a gentleman?) and you both become lost. You thought after the first time you came that anything else would almost be muted, nearly unnoticeable, but you were wrong. You had to kiss him and moan into his mouth as you did so otherwise, you would have bitten the flesh from his shoulder or your own arm.

Jim can’t hold back either and soon after he mumbles in your mouth, signalling he’s going to cum very soon as well. You break the kiss and instruct for him to get onto the table because you have a plan of your own. You let him sit where you were so it’s not cold and as he’s sitting down, plant a kiss on his shoulder, then stand between his legs with the swollen member in your grip.

“Are you ready, Jim Mason?”

Jim looks down at you, brows furrowed because he’s oh so close to exploding everywhere and your pretty manicured hands look so good around his cock. His teeth sink into his lower lip and he groans in agreeance through the crack between his teeth and his pretty, plump lips. You take him in your mouth before driving the length straight down your throat once, then twice, and travelling back up to the tip. Your hand wraps around the base, pumping it in a sporadic rhythm and you tease the outer rim of the head with your tongue as you look upwards.

Jim slams his hands down to dig his fingers into the edge of the table and tries to thrust into your mouth. You know he’s ready to blow but won’t let him and instead slide off very slowly with your sights on him to see what he does, and he can’t take any more. As you hoped, your head is forced down so far until you gag and shoots his load down your throat. Your eyes still on him as you’re sliding off but once you’ve fully removed his softening erection, you close your lids and swallow the contents of your mouth in satisfaction followed by licking the remnants off your lips as if he’d fed you.

Jim breathlessly comments how he didn’t take you for the swallowing type and you bite back with a remark that there is a lot he doesn’t know about you. He raises an eyebrow at you with a look you’ve seen many times before. Behind his boyish charm and good looks lies a devil in disguise. “I look forward to finding it all out, Y/N.”

“You know, this isn’t going to happen all the time,” You tried to correct him because you could read him like a book. The two of you got lost in the heat of the moment and you want to make it clear but he wouldn’t listen.

Jim knew from the way your body reacted that there was another story you weren’t wanting to read; about yourself; one where you knew that nobody else had that effect on your body – any efforts to achieve those kinds of orgasms with another human besides the boy-turned-man you saw before you were fruitless. Jim palms one of your rather flushed cheeks and kisses your forehead.

“That’s what you say now.”

“I’m serious, Jim. Em-“

“My sister doesn’t need to know. It’ll be our little secret.”

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maria-akira · 4 years

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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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READ PART 2 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

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Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

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Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

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Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

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Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

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Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

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"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

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i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

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taehyungsgrowl · 3 years

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What do you think are the zodiac signs of the boys?

ooh! i know ive talked at length about michael's birthchart but have only mentioned stuff about the other boys here and there so ty for the opportunity to talk about it!

also i'd love to hear what y'all think about it or if you have other interpretations for them.

michael is canonically a pisces and we kinds broke down his entire chart in the link above if you wanna read more about it

duncan gives me very much leo energy but has to have some earth elements for sure. he's a leo sun / capricorn moon and that's very sexy of him

ive always seen xavier as an air sign. i think libra fits him well. he's charming, pretty much a people person. but i think also cares about aesthetics and also has a heart of gold. mostly referencing his scenes w bertie </3

jim is my little water sign baby. i have a hard time deciding whether he's a pisces or cancer bc i have reasons to believe both ksfjs i think he cares a lot about what people think about him/people pleasing tactics that make me think pisces. also pisces can have personalities that are prone to addiction. my reasonings for cancer are a lot less lmfao but they mostly stem from the way he navigated his relationship with his mother

stan, my man! through and though aquarius. from the conspiracy theories (quirky king!) to enjoying the solitude of being alone in nature.

andy is a scorpio!! from the jealous/possessiveness we saw when it came to hedwig to his aura of mystery (like not wanting the meditation lady to know about his past). i think he's also the kind to just be very intense and intentional with his partners

i hope this was what you were looking for also?? lmk what y'all think?

#cody fern #michael langdon #jim mason #duncan shepherd #andy dolan #stan vogel #xavier plympton #zodiac signs

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infernwetrust · 4 years

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The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Part 2

PART 1 HERE

MASTER LIST

Plot: What if we took the Antichrist, Michael Langdon and turned him into founder and leader of one of the largest cartel’s in California? And what’s even better, is that you’re by his side through it all.

Summary: You awake to family man, Michael and preparations for a trip to Miami take place. Duncan comes to a rude awakening.

Warnings: domestic violence, drug use, swearing, threats, fluff, angst, mentions of loss of life, child loss, emotional, this is like kind of dark y’all.

WC: 4.0k

A/N: This was not suppose to take this long to write. It was a little emotionally taxing for me, so I had to space out when I was writing it because I would literally get stuck in a dark place. Thank you for reading! -Juno

The smell of pancakes and warm syrup hit your nose first upon fluttering your eyes open. Usually you were greeted by the warmth of your husband who either lay near by or cuddled you. But it appears that he isn't in bed this morning. He did, however, leave the curtains open just a little bit to let some sunlight in. Just enough for you to be able to see around the room. Grabbing your phone off the side table you checked the time which read, 8:30AM. You groaned, knowing that today was packed to the brim with various activities. Travel being one of them.

When Michael offered to take you and the kids with him, Duncan, and Jim to Miami, how could you say no? It was a business trip, of course, but nonetheless you were still grateful to be going. Duncan had just sealed the deal on a brand new warehouse, perfect for operations and expanding their network. Located in the heat of downtown Miami, they blended in well. And what was their front for it all? A nightclub.

You slowly pulled the covers off of you, yawning as you got up, stretching your arms over your head. You smiled as you stared down at the floor, remembering the events that took place after you and Michael's shower the previous night. It wasn't long before he had you out of your night gown for round 2. You picked it and your pair of panties off the floor, throwing them back on and making your way to the bathroom. Hickeys and bite marks covered your chest as you turned the sink on, splashing water on your face before washing it all together. You quickly brushed over your teeth, knocking your morning breath out. You knew you would return shortly after you ate to brush them again anyways.

Throwing on your favorite pair of house shoes you made your way down the stairs and immediately into the kitchen. The sight in front of you made your heart swell. On the table were 3 plates, stacked with pancakes, bacon, and eggs. In a nearby bowl, fruit. Two glasses, for you and him of course, filled to the brim with orange juice. But that's not what made your heart swell. Michael, for the most part, always waited for you before he started eating.

Michael sat at the dining table, hair messy, shirtless, and in gray sweat pants. Sat up in his lap was Junior, the back of his head firmly planted into Michael's chest. In Junior's hand was a piece of pancake that he simply just shoved into his mouth, his eyes glued to whatever Michael had put on his phone for the boy to watch. With him distracted, Michael had his attention on little Malcolm who sat in his high chair, which he had moved closer to him. You watched as Michael fed him his favorite flavored yogurt to which the boy smiled in returned after his father took the spoon from his mouth.

You cursed yourself for forgetting your phone in the bedroom and you wish you could capture this exact moment forever. But there would always be opportunity for more. Michael is nothing shy of a family man and you know he always enjoys his boys being near by, even on the days where he's just fed up with it all. Feeling a pair of eyes lingering on him, Michael turned his head to look, a smile on his face when he made eye contact with you.

"Hi mama." Malcolm said, also noticing your presence, briefly taking his attention away from Michael's phone to look at you, his face a mess.

"Hi mommy's messy baby." you replied, walking over to give him a kiss on his forehead, followed by 3 quick kisses against Michael's lips. "And hello to you too."

"Why, hello." Michael responded. "So nice of you to join us."

"And miss out on your pancakes? No way, sir."

Michael didn't cook often, but when he did, he made it count. You wondered where he picked up his cooking skill. And then you saw him one day, in the kitchen, following the personal chef around. That day he had even wore his own little apron.

"Hey." Michael said to his personal chef, who stuck by his side since the beginning, Dawn. He stood at the kitchen counter with her, tall and proud. His blonde hair covered by a chef hat.

"Yes, Michael dear." she responded, pausing what she was doing to look at him.

"Don't tell Y/N, okay?" he asked her. "I want it to come as surprise when I do actually cook."

"Of course. I'll even teach you how to make some of her favorites."

He smiled at her again before the two resumed what they doing. You could snap a picture right now, you thought to yourself. How his brothers would LOVE to see Michael's EXTRA soft side, but you stood put, the widest smile and deepest blush on your face as you watched your then, fiancé, learn how to cook for you.

You walked over to Malcolm's high chair, grabbing his also messy face and lightly squeezing his cheeks together before sticking your tongue out at him. He giggled, attempting to wrap his tiny hand around your wrist.

"Don't worry, mommy didn't forget about you." you said. "Finally letting your dad feed you, huh?"

"I know, huh?" Michael huffed out. "No fighting before hand either."

"He's sweet when wants to be." You joined Michael at the table, sliding your hand across his back as you did so.

"Daddy, I'm done." Junior said, looking up at his father.

"That's my boy." Michael praised, kissing the top of his head. Junior almost never finished his food, so when he did, it was worthy of praise. "Go play the living room for a bit,'I'll grab you to come brush your teeth in a minute, okay?"

"Kay." the boy replied as he hopped off Michael's lap and ran into the living room, excited to get his hands on one of his toys.

"No mess either please, baby!" you yelled, hoping he would hear you. Michael smirked because as you said that, the both of you heard the toy box dump out. "Shit..."

"Bold of you to assume that he wasn't going to do that." Michael mocked.

"You hush and tell me what the plans are for today." You earned a small chuckle from him as he laid his hand over your knee, quickly glancing at Malcolm who had now took the matters of eating yogurt into his own hands, literally. All over his hair, face, and hands, yogurt. Michael pouted at the sight even though it was cute.

"Daddy was so hoping that he wouldn't have to give you a bath before we left." Michael sighed. "But silly daddy for looking away for 2 minutes, huh?" Michael reached his hand out to tickle the yogurt covered child.

"You still have so much to learn." you said. "Rule 1. Never take your eyes off the baby in the high chair."

"That is so not rule 1, Y/N."

You and Michael talked for what seemed like hours while the two of you ate breakfast. He started by letting you know why everyone was going to Miami. It was so fascinating to you how he was always so well informed. He told you everything, down to the exact number in income this would generate both from the nightclub sales and the narcotics sale. Jim wanted to set up a marijuana plant down there, but Duncan had convinced him that the best place to grow for right now was right here in California. He even showed you the floor layout of the both the nightclub and the underground warehouse on his phone.

Along the minor details were where everyone was going to be staying, how everyone was going to be transported around Miami, fun things to do when there was free time, and some really popular places to dine.

"Ready to give Malcolm a bath?" Michael questioned as he took the last drink of his orange juice.

"Um." You began. "That was your job."

"Just seeing if you were paying attention." he grinned, getting up to clear the table. You watched as he throughly rinsed the dishes off before putting them in the dishwasher. Most of the time you or one of the housekeepers kept up with the home duties, but Michael knew when he needed to step in and he did, every so often, just like today. Despite his extremely busy schedule, he gave you your break because you always took care of him through and through.

"Thinking about cutting my hair when we get to Miami, yeah?"

"Michael, who do you know in Miami that can cut your hair?"

"I don't know, but Duncan does."

"How short are you thinking about cutting it?"

"Something along the lines of Duncan, but just a little longer."

"Ooo you know that's-,"

"One of your favorites. Yes my love, I do know." He turned around to face you, leaning against the counter, giving you a wink.

"And the blonde just tops it off. God, I love you."

"I love you too." Michael laughed. "Fortunate to be the only blonde out of triplets, huh?"

///

The both of them laid there, her head against his chest, sweat making their bodies glisten as the moon light shined through the window of her bedroom. This isn't the first time Duncan has hooked up with Michael's head bartender, Elizabeth. In fact, it quickly became a regular thing, the two of them finding peace within one another through a common pain. Loss. If he was stupid enough, he would actually think he was falling in love with her. Was he? He knew he really liked her and that he enjoyed her company, whether it be platonic or sexual. But it wasn't love was it? Her fingers ran circles around his chest as it rose and fell gently.

Elizabeth was just a few inches shorter than Duncan, light brown eyes, a smile that could kill, and a body that Duncan absolutely adored. Usually for Duncan, his one night stands, stayed one night stands. But with her it was different. He liked the chase. And when he finally did fuck her, he ruined her. But his trips to the bar when she worked became regular and soon enough they began talking. And of course their relationship remained private.

"I could lay here with you forever." Duncan said, breaking the silence.

"Then why don't you?" she questioned.

"You know why, Liz." Duncan sighed.

"Duncan, anyone with eyes can see how unhappy you are." She lifted up a little bit, propping her head up in her hand before resting her other one back on Duncan's chest. "She's done nothing but drain you."

"I know."

"Then if you know why don't you just leave her?"

"It's not that simple."

Truth is, she reminded him so much of, Thomas, Tommy for short. When Duncan had lost his 3 year old son, Tommy, a year after Michael stumbled across Bryce, his entire world fell apart. She was the only living memorabilia that he had left of his precious Tommy. How could he leave that behind? No matter how toxic she was, he couldn't pull himself away and that was the only reason.

He had long fallen out of love with Tommy's mother way before they lost him. But for his son, he stayed with her and put up with all the shit she put him and their son through. And then all it took was one careless mistake and he was gone. And it's been 3 years. No he's not over it. No he hasn't forgiven her for leaving their son unattended. No he doesn't know how to move on, not yet.

When Duncan stumbled into his luxurious penthouse that he shared with, Samantha, he felt uneasy. He took his shoes off at the door, gently setting them down. He walked, slowly, to the master bedroom where the door was just cracked open slightly. And now he had his reason.

The exact same guy she told him not to worry about, was the exact same guy who laid in his bed, curled up against his, well, could he even say girlfriend? He took a deep breath, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. What could he even say? What could he even do? And then he just snapped. He walked in, grabbing the guy by his throat and taking his pistol out of his waist band, pressing it between his eyes.

"Woah man! What the fuck?!" he yelped, startling Samantha awake.

"You have 10 seconds to get your shit up off this floor and get the fuck out of my house before I blow your brains out." Duncan said through a clenched jaw.

"Duncan wa-," Samantha began to say but he cut her off.

"Shut up, bitch."

The guy wasted no time picking his clothes up off the floor and scurrying out of the room, Duncan pointing his gun at him the entire time. Duncan slammed the bedroom door shut behind him, scratching his head with his gun before throwing his hand back down to his side.

"Please don't kill me." Samantha begged on the brink of tears. Duncan chuckled, walking over to her quickly causing her to scream.

"Shut up." he grabbed her by her throat, slamming her down on the bed.

"Dunc, please... I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna talk now. And you're gonna listen. And when I'm done, you're gonna pack all of your shit and you're gonna leave. And if you don't, I'll kill you."

///

Michael took it upon himself to go get Duncan. He was suppose to come over early to meet with him and Jim to go over some analytics before leaving for Miami in evening, but as Michael continued to talk to Jim and continued looking at the time, Duncan still wasn't here. He had tried calling and texting, but he had no success. He had you and Jim try as well, but no success. He was worried now, so he made the 10 minute drive to his brother's apartment.

It was a mutual agreement to have spare keys for everyone's residency, but only for emergencies. Michael unlocked the door to his brother's place, quickly noticing where he left his shoes. So he was home and that was reassuring, but, Duncan never left his shoes by the door. Michael did the same, however, leaving his shoes by the door so he could tread lightly. He could hear a faint noise coming from Duncan's bedroom that only intensified the closer he got. That faint noise was now replaced clearly by arguing, but it sounded one sided. It was just Duncan that was yelling, but underneath all that yelling he heard a softer voice, crying.

Michael inhaled deeply, gently putting his hand on the doorknob. Every second that he stood there, slowly turning the knob as to not make a single sound, felt like a minute. He pushed the door open as far as he could, but Duncan in his new heightened rage, noticed. Still holding Sam down by her throat, he pointed his gun at the door.

"Woah woah woah." Michael said calmly, putting his hands up for Duncan to see. "It's just me."

"Do we not knock now anymore?" Duncan questioned, his eyes red and stained with tears as he looked his brother in his face.

"You weren't answering any of our phone calls and we got worried. I just came to check on you. Can you stop pointing that thing at me? I'm your brother, man. Just put down all together. I'm sure this is something that can be talked over."

"You first." Duncan replied, squinting his eyes.

"Dunc, you have go to be-,"

"I said you first!"

"Okay. Okay." Michael said, reaching behind him to pull his gun out, which he clearly showed to Duncan, finger off the trigger. He squatted down slowly, putting it on the floor, before kicking it to the side.

"Talked over?" Duncan mocked. "Her being the reason behind Tommy's death is something that can just be talked over?! Me coming home to another man in my bed is something that can just be talked over?!"

Michael knew the history behind Duncan and Samantha. Everyone did and while they tried their hardest to convince him to call it quits, Duncan never listened. He was too afraid to let go. Michael knew one day that his brother would snap underneath all his bottled up stress, but he didn't think it would of been this long and unexpectedly. Today out of all days.

"Okay." Duncan continued, tightening his grip on her neck as she just laid there, speechless, the tears pouring out of her eyes as she held onto to Duncan's arm. "So we talk out and then what? She gets to move on right? And be happy because it doesn't look like any of the shit we've gone through has affected her any. In and out of my life for 7 years, Michael. I'm 28 now."

"D-,"

"In and out of Tommy's life for 3 years he was alive. I basically was a single dad, but I kept letting this bitch come back because I loved her and when has ole Duncan ever loved a woman, huh? I should just kill her." Duncan turned his attention back to her, putting the gun back against her forehead.

"Duncan, I know you're still hurting over Tommy. Fuck, man. We all are, but what is killing her going to fix? It's not going to bring Tommy back. It's not going to take away the pain you're feeling. Duncan, you lost a child."

"It'll be justice for, Tommy."

"How do you know that this is what Tommy wanted? You don't. Listen to me, please."

"She doesn't get to walk away again." He cocked his gun, pressing it to her forehead again. Duncan, caught up in his own rage didn't even realize that Michael had stepped closer to him and he was still coming. "Why do you deserve to live? You took away someone else's life, so it's only fair right?"

"Duncan I didn't mean for Tommy to be killed!" she yelled through her tears.

"Bullshit!" he yelled back, when Michael grabbed him, wrapping his arm around his neck, before roughly pulling him away, causing him to drop the gun, which Michael swiftly kicked towards himself, picking it up and pointing it at Samantha, arm still locked around Duncan.

"You need to leave, now." Michael said, Duncan fighting to get out of his tight hold. "Get your clothes on, take your personals and just, leave. We'll send everything to your brother when we get back from our trip. If you ever show your face near or around Duncan or anyone he's close to again, I'll make sure they can't find your body, deal?" She nodded, quickly trying to get herself together, stumbling around as she tried to catch her breath. Michael waited until she was completely gone before releasing Duncan, who immediately turned around, shoving Michael back.

"Fuck you." he spat through his tears he finally let fully fall. "Why do you always get to save the day, huh?" Duncan shoved Michael again and he kept shoving him. When Michael got tired, he pushed Duncan's hands away, pulling his brother in for a tight hug instead.

"I can't say I fully understand how you're feeling, Dunc. But I can say that I get it." Michael said in the hug. "And I'm here for you. We all are." Duncan softened just a little bit, allowing for him to return the hug to Michael.

"I-," Duncan began to say, but he choked on his own words.

"You don't have to say anything. Just go get cleaned up and ready to go, okay? I'll probably be in your kitchen. Jim says you have really good snacks." Duncan pulled back to look Michael in his eyes again and he couldn't help but chuckle just a little bit.

"Yeah, okay." was all he said as he turned around to walk into his bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he took one look at himself in the mirror. His face scratched from where Sam had grabbed him when he first choked her. His eyes red stained from his tears. He sighed, opening the medicine cabinet, retrieving a small vial with a white powdery substance in it. He put a some on the back of his hand before snorting it up his nose. He exhaled loudly, letting the tears fall again as he put it back up, coming face to face with himself again.

Great. His nose was bleeding. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. He was going to reach for a towel, when he came face to face with the tattoo that took up his entire left side. He paid 4,000 dollars for the whole thing. It was a very detailed sketch of his favorite moment with Tommy. He shocked him every time how realistic it looks, but Jim always hooked his brothers up with the best because he knew they would do the same for him. It's Duncan and Tommy, both squatted down. Duncan has his arms wrapped around the boy as he's holding a model toy fire truck. In the background was a very detailed Christmas tree as it was Tommy's birthday on the 25th of December. In beautiful scripted font below it says:

Thomas 2016-2019

And a little hand print that matches, Tommy's to complete it. He gripped both sides of the sink, staring into his own eyes once again as he cried, but he couldn't help but laugh too because of how stupid he was.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy." he said. "I'm so so so sorry. And I'll keep saying it because I know I will never be sorry enough. I miss you so much."

///

The car ride was silent between Duncan and Michael as they drove back to Michael's home. Michael let him get his usual morning coffee. And when Michael stopped at the store because Jim wanted another pack of cigarettes, he got Duncan his favorite pack too. It was rare that Duncan ever smoked, though, but Michael knew he needed it. He even let him smoke one in the car, sunroof and windows cracked. He didn't even bother to try to hide his dilated pupils from his coke intoxication, the only thing that was keeping him grounded. His head rested against the window and he stared blankly, but his mind was far from blank.

When they got back, Michael helped Duncan move his bags over to the car they would be using to go to the airport. Duncan trailed behind Michael as they walked around to the back, where Jim sat in one of outdoor sofas, typing away on his business computer. All it took was one glance over and Jim could see that Duncan had been crying.

Duncan sat down next to Jim, taking out another cigarette from his box and lighting it. Michael tossed Jim his own box to which Jim smiled and nodded before turning his attention back to his other, clearly distraught, sibling. Jim threw his arm around Duncan's shoulder, pulling him closer to him, resting his temple against Duncan's. He wasn't going to question him. He knew that he would be told when Duncan was ready. But considering Duncan's state at home, he already kind of had an idea.

"We're gonna have a kick ass 3 weeks, okay?" Jim said. "The 3 of us. Like it's always been. Palm trees and beach babes. And I know whatever has got you so upset, sucks, but we're right behind you. I'm sure you know that."

And then Duncan began letting the tears fall once again as Jim tried to console him. He use to be the head strong one of the pack before he let Sam into his life. And now he was stuck and confused, searching for answers and searching for reasons why. He exhaled his cigarette slowly before tossing it into the ashtray.

"Let's just go over these analytics, yeah?" Duncan croaked out. "Business is business boys."

"That's my boy." Jim said, patting and squeezing his shoulder.

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#cody fern #american horror story #cody fern imagine #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #ahs #michael langdon imagine #jim mason #duncan shepherd #tribes of palos verdes #michael langdon x reader #house of cards

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revengeoftheantichrist · 3 years

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What Kind of Man

Warnings: Period-typical Sexism, Nightmares, injury by fire

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Chapter 5: Sleepless nights

You were startled awake at 3 am by what you thought was a scream. You shot up in a daze, looking to your side and began to panic, Michael wasn’t there. Just as you were about to get out of bed, Michael entered the room again, dressed in his robe, with his hair tied back. “What’s the matter my love? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You steadied you breathing, trying to focus on him. “I heard a scream.” Michael looked at you, utterly confused. He climbed into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming? The wind has significantly picked up outside, it must have startled you awake,” he assured. Where had Michael just been? Why had he left the bed? Too tired to ask, you laid down and went back to sleep. It must have been the wind. //// You slept undisturbed till 10, missing breakfast. You woke up feeling incredibly sore everywhere. You weren’t expecting it to be this bad. Medina came in to help you get ready for the day, having already drawn a bath for you. You stumbled into the bathroom. Getting a look at yourself in the mirror. Your whole body was covered in little bruises, some on your neck and breasts painfully purple. Your ribs had bruised from the tight corset. Had he really been that rough with you? You couldn’t remember. “My lady? Did you have trouble sleeping last night? You look a little gaunt,” asked Medina. You furrowed your brows, “no, I slept like a baby last night.” You shook your head and got into the bath, scrubbing away some dried fluid from last nights ‘activities’. //// Medina had made your bed when you got out. The thought of someone knowing what you were up to last night making you turn red. Instead of the usual rose, this time Michael had left a whole bouquet of roses on the nightstand, making you smile. The dress you wore today had a high neck, enough to cover your bruising. You left your hair down to cover up the remaining purple and red peeking out. You were feeling a little bolder today, so you decided not to wear your gloves, hoping to feel Michaels bare hands again. //// You made your way to the conservatory for afternoon tea. The room let in just the right amount of sun, illuminating the green foliage inside it. You husband and brother already at the table, you were surprised however, to see Mr. Shepherd at the table too. “Good afternoon my love, did you sleep well?” asked Michael, pulling out your chair beside him. You smiled at him, “yes I did thank you for asking.” He gave you cheek a quick peck before seating himself; your cheeks dusted in a light blush. You brother made a face in mock disgust, “this is so gross, I do not need to see you getting cosy with my sister Langdon,” he laughed. You kicked him under the table, making him yelp out. “I’m telling mother you still have a temper,” he whined. Mrs Mead interrupted you with your meal. Serving all those seated. You looked up to Duncan a little confused. “Will Miss. Vanderbilt not be joining us?” you asked. Duncan smiled at you, “she left after the party last night, she has business to attend to in the States so needed to get Liverpool port in time for morning.” “Oh, are you staying a little longer?” “My business is expanding to Europe, who better to partner with that Mr. Langdon over here. Businessmen like him are rare to find these days,” he finished. Sensing that you wanted to know more, Michael gripped your rib under the table. It still hurt from last night and you almost cried out. It was a warning. You decided not to press any further. “So,” Gabriel started, “have you taken her ‘riding’ yet?”. The boys started to snicker. You looked around confused, what was so funny about horse-riding? “I didn’t know you were a horse rider Michael,” you said. The men continued to laugh. There was clearly some innuendo in your brother’s statement; not a fan of being picked on, you kicked him again. “Oh, dear little sister how I miss picking on you.” Well I don’t miss being picked on, especially in front of company,” you seethed. “expect a strongly worded letter from mother soon, I can’t wait to tell her about you being violent towards me,” he teased. “talking about mother, when do you leave? I have a letter for her.” “In an hour,” he replied. The conversation moved to business matters that you did not care for. After you finished your lunch, you excused yourself to get you letter for your mother. You hoped your brother wouldn’t read it; you’d never hear the end of it. //// As you came downstairs, you noticed the Michael had changed into his travelling attire. Where was he going? “Are you going somewhere?” you asked. Michael took you off to the side and held both your hands in his ringed ones. “My dear, as Mr. Shepherd has mentioned before, they are expanding to Europe. I must go to London with him, as assurance for the investors. So, we will be travelling down with your brother.” You looked at him, shocked. “B-but that’s so quick, we’ve only been married a week. Can I at least come with you?” He sighed and brought your chin up to make eye contact, “I know my love, I don’t want to leave so soon either, but unfortunately business does not wait for anyone. I cannot take you with me, there is not enough time to pack and I won’t have enough time for you when we get there. You’re in more than capable hands here, I’ll be back on Wednesday I promise,” he said. He gently took the letter from your hands, “I’ll make sure this get to its destination,” he assured. “LANGDON HURRY UP!” Duncan was heard shouting form outside. Michael kissed your hands, “I have to take my leave now, please take care of yourself.” You nodded, “I’ll miss you.” “and I you,” he replied. He took your right hand in his, removing the large obsidian ring on his finger, placing it on your thumb. “I leave a part of me with you.” He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, before turning and leaving through the door. You moved to the doorway to wave them off and watch them leave. With your husband gone, the house had fallen silent. //// Your nightmares had returned that night, seeming to get worse. You dreamt of the garden. It lay barren, the flowers and leaves all dead, leaving twisted branches instead. The water features of the garden spurted blood, you could smell it as you walked through. The worst of all were the statues. They were no longer stone. Instead, the corpses of the people you loved, twisted to look like the statues they replaced. You were sure this was hell. //// You woke with a pounding headache, worse than the day before. Medina looked at you concerned. “My lady? Is everything alright? You look sick.” “I don’t know Medina; I don’t feel well. Could you please bring my meals up to my room?” you asked. She nodded and left to get your breakfast. You spent the rest of the day in bed, in and out of sleep. It seemed that sleeping during the day did not give you nightmares, or any dreams at all. But it was all you could ask for right now. Mrs Mead brought your evening meal to you, a nice hearty soup. She put her hand on your forehead, checking your temperature, “You seem to have a little bit of a fever, some rest and this soup should help.” All you could do was nod, far too exhausted to talk. The soup warmed you up, but halfway through drinking it, you began to cry. It remined you of your mother, how you missed her so. You wished she was with you, to hold you and nurse you back to health like she had done for years before. All you could do now was sob into Mrs Meads shoulder, who seemed hesitant to offer any comfort. Your night terrors visited you again that night. //// On Monday, you attempted to take your mind off things. At first you tried to read, but the words on the pages just bled together. The kitchen staff wouldn’t let you bake that day either. You tried to visit the garden, but every corner remined you of your dreams. You ran back inside. You decided you weren’t going to sleep that night. You couldn’t. You’d rather wake a thousand nights than have one more nightmare. To stop yourself from nodding off, you elected to wander around the castle halls. You placed a fresh candle in the chamberstick, lighting it just before you left. The halls were cold, and you wished you wore a robe and some shoes. All you had was your nightgown, trailing behind you. The neckline was far too low for your liking, but you weren’t the one that had commissioned the dress. Thunder boomed in the sky, brining with it heavy rain. You tried to make your way back to your chambers but must have taken a wrong turn. You had no idea where you were, you had never ventured into this part of the castle before. Panic set in and you attempted to retrace your steps. Instead you ended at a dead end. Your candle didn’t do much to cut through the darkness. You noticed a glimmer of gold in front of you. You brought your head up to take a closer look, it was a picture frame. You craned your neck up further, it was an oil painting, a portrait. The man in the painting looked like Michael, but older. This must have been his father, Lucien. The face of the woman next to him was messily painted over in red. Was this Michael’s mother? You felt that Lucien’s eyes were staring at you, looking into the depths of your soul. Lightening cracked in the sky, and for a moment, you saw the visage on the portrait flash into a grotesque image; like the faces you saw in your dreams. You screamed and dropped your candle, the flame catching onto your nightgown, setting it alight. You tried to put it out, but exhaustion finally took over and you collapsed. You could hear muffled voices but couldn’t decipher anything they said. As you eyes closed, you swore the man in the portrait grinned at you, with sharp teeth and a bloody mouth.

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langdxn · 4 years

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So dear Wifey, I'm cross faded at my in laws and I got a thought....what would our cody boys meeting their so's family for the first time be like? (And maybe just make pretend Michael has a good family, that isn't dead.) Sorry for late night thoughts with Daph, crossfaded edition. I love you!😚🖤

Awhh our boys would be a challenge to introduce to your parents, that’s for sure! I love you wifey, I hope this helps you feel a little better!

Grunge!Michael is a nervous wreck. We’ve mentioned this once before but he can’t control the impulse to reach out and touch you when he’s nervous around your family, your touch grounds him and he needs to feel your skin against his to keep him on the right path. He’s desperate to make a good impression, made glaringly obvious with his curt responses peppered with nervous laughter. As the conversation leans toward showing Michael your baby photos, however, his usual inquisitive nature bubbles to the surface. “I’d love to see them, ma’am,” he enthuses with a spring in his step as he leaves the dinner table with your parents, an arm slyly curled around your waist in a show of solidarity as your parents prepare to betray you. “Your daughter looks just as adorable there as she does now, sir.”

Xavier’s first impression with your folks is the last thing on his mind, he’s more concerned with smooth talking his way past your family to ensure they don’t stand in the way of your planned summer at Camp Redwood. “I’ll take good care of your daughter,” he swears through a stretched smirk, hands resting on his hips and his head tilted slightly. “She’s in safe hands with me, we’ll keep in touch daily just to be sure.” He’s picturing slowly fucking you from behind while you’re calling your folks on the camp payphone, your shallow breaths failing to conceal his swift thrusts into you. At least he wasn’t lying, you’re in very safe, if exceedingly wandering, hands with Xavier Plympton.

Jim is overwhelmingly conscious of his first impression with your parents, after all he’s facing enough battles keeping Sandy and Phil calm about your relationship back at his own home. When he arrives on your doorstep, however, he discovers your parents are happy, kind and welcome him in with open arms. He’s somewhat taken aback, questioning every response in case an argument ensues around the next corner. “We met at a house part—a, err, birthday party,” he clears his throat and corrects himself, hands clasped studiously behind his back in fear of touching you inappropriately in front of your folks. “I saw her beautiful eyes across the room and that was it, I was hooked.”

Obviously, your parents know of Duncan well before he has the chance to meet them, but he pulls out all the stops to make that first genuine encounter perfect. Inviting your parents to his next appearance at a high society dinner, the seating plan lands them on either side of the President with you and Duncan perched beside them. The evening goes without a hitch, your family’s smiling harder than you’ve ever seen them before — your new high profile boyfriend is an instant hit, well beyond his sensational headlines. As you both bid your folks goodnight and slide into the back of his chauffeured Bentley after a wonderful event, Duncan sinks into the seat beside you and whispers softly into your ear. “Don’t worry princess, I didn’t tell them about how I had their daughter tied to our bed only hours before we met.”

Richard almost automatically retreats back into his old, insecure shell as you both wait on your parents’ doorstep. “I’m scared,” he mutters under his breath, so low you could barely hear him over the sound of your own pulse flooding your senses. “What if they hate me?” Your hand seeks out his by your side, wordlessly comforting him before the door swings open and your parents beam from ear to ear on sight. Walking in with his head hung tentatively, Richard spots the glimmer of a line of picture frames in the corner of his eye, lining the hallway like a gallery. Peering up, he sees the frames’ contents — elaborate, passionate sketches from your childhood. “You, you used to draw?” His voice cracks gently, heat rising to flush his cheeks as he raises a curious hand to touch each and every piece. Some light and hopeful, some dark and foreboding, almost terrifying, just like his own creations. “They’re… they’re so beautiful.”

#grunge!michael x reader #Xavier Plympton x reader #jim mason x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #richard x reader #the tribes of palos verdes #the last time i saw richard #cody fern fanfiction #cody fern imagines #house of cards #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon fanfiction

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the-busy-ghost · 4 years

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Hi! I hope you're well - I was just wondering if you had any recommendations for interesting & engaging "introductory" texts about Scottish history (particularly between 500 and 1500 AD, although I know that's really broad!) No worries if you don't have any ideas or don't feel like answering such a vague question though! Have a lovely day :)

Hi!

Apologies for the delayed response on this, I have no real excuse except being anxious that I wouldn’t be able to answer it perfectly. So I’ve decided to bite the bullet and answer somewhat imperfectly. This answer also depends on just exactly how much knowledge you already have of Scottish history, so if I’m being patronising and assuming too much ignorance, or alternatively if I’m not being clear enough, please let me know.

The first thing I would always recommend before diving into serious literature is having a basic framework in the back of your mind. It may be an inaccurate framework but given that mediaeval Scottish history really isn’t taught or known to the same extent as say mediaeval English history, it is essential that you know where you are on a basic level, so you can both enjoy and learn from the texts that go into more detail. This basic background can come from almost anything- Braveheart and blatantly inaccurate novels aside.

This is quite freeing because basically reading almost ANYTHING can be useful at first, and also first and foremost if you’re going to devote a considerable amount of time to something, you should work out how to make it fun and understandable.

I always had some idea of Scottish history since I was a kid but I got more into it in my late teens and I’ll be honest, though I probably don’t agree with anything in it pages now, one of the first books I picked up at the age of about sixteen was Neil Oliver’s ‘History of Scotland’ (released alongside the documentary series). Any basic ‘History of Scotland’ of that type (if it looks reasonably reputable) should give you a basic framework that you can build on- in the same way some people learn the kings and queens of England. Wikipedia could also work this way, though it may be more patchy. Other, slightly more reputable and in-depth but not really textbook, works of this kind include Stewart Ross’ “The Stewart Dynasty”; Alistair Moffat’s ‘The Borders’; popular (if coloured) biographies of people like Robert the Bruce, William Wallace, and Mary Queen of Scots (she’s post-medieval but still a relevant example); and even some of the older Victorian histories of people like Tytler (watch out though, they get weirdly ‘ethnic’ in their interpretations of some historical events and processes- some were convinced that there was a centuries-long feud between the “Celt” and the “Teuton”/”Saxon”). Even novels and songs- though sometimes highly inaccurate- can help with this, even if they’re Walter Scott.

So I’m not going to be a purist and get snobby about Neil Oliver or Walter Scott even if I would never set store by any of the above works in an academic context (or even just a drunken argument). The first step in my view is literally to get a basic feel for what we *think* our history is (and enjoy learning about the different regions and cultures a bit!), and then you can set about dismantling all these stereotypes and misconceptions with better books.

If you DO want a reasonably trustworthy general overview though, I believe that Fiona Watson has written one called “Scotland: From Prehistory to Present” and there must be a few others written by academics, it’s just been so long since I’ve read completely general histories I can’t really comment on this accurately.

Assuming you’re already aware of the above though and have a pretty good idea of what you’re dealing with then there are two next steps I would recommend.

The first are the series of texbooks/overviews that are often published by universities. Obviously since these are textbooks they are more introductory and general, but they do often cite academic articles and books that are more detailed. I have found a couple of series particularly useful and outlined the main titles below:

- The “New History of Scotland” series. This is a good series as most of the books were initially A5 sized or slightly bigger (so quick to read and easy to carry). Sadly this means that they do not employ footnotes/citations to any great extent, usually only providing a ‘Further Reading’ section at the end of the book. You can usually find old copies of these online for a reasonable price. This series includes, among others:

- “Warlords and Holy Men: Scotland, 80-1000”, by Alfred P Smyth

- “Kingship and Unity: Scotland, 1000-1306″, by G.W.S. Barrow

- “Independence and Nationhood: Scotland, 1306-1469″, by Alexander Grant. (This one has a particularly good basic overview of diet, trade, e.t.c.)

- “Court, Kirk, and Community: Scotland, 1470-1625″, by Jenny Wormald

- “Power and Propaganda: Scotland, 1306-1488″, by Katie Stevenson (note- the previous titles listed were written in the 1980s and 90s, but this one was added to the series in 2014, so it’s more up to date in some ways though it’s up to you whether you think it’s more persuasive).

- The “New Edinburgh History of Scotland” series. These are bigger books than the previous series and are complete with on page citations and bibliography. They tend to all come in matching blue jackets, and I thought that secondhand copies of these would be slightly more expensive than the above but a quick search on amazon has surprised me, since a copy of Oram’s “Domination and Lordship” is several pounds cheaper than Grant’s “Independence and Nationhood”. Anyway these are slightly more in-depth than the above series, but work very well in tandem with those shorter books. The series includes:

- “From Pictland to Alba: 789-1070″, by Alex Woolf (it is a very long time since I read this, so I have to admit I have very little memory of its contents but I put it here for balance)

- “Domination and Lordship: Scotland, 1070-1230″, by Richard Oram (good used along with Kingship and Unity)

- “The Wars of Scotland, 1214-1371″, by Michael Brown

- “The First Stewart Dynasty In Scotland, 1371-1488″, by Stephen Boardman (full disclosure I have not read this one yet, but I have read some of Boardman’s other books).

- “Scotland Reformed, 1488-1587″, by Jane E.A. Dawson

- The “History of Everyday Life” series. These books are collections of essays on some selected aspects of day to day life in medieval Scotland and can provide some interesting reading and insights. Only one of the books in this series is relevant to our time period, but it may be worth checking out the other three since some customs and behavioural patterns from more recent times are worth comparing with the past. The volume covering the medieval period is “A History of Everyday Life in Medieval Scotland, 1000-1600″, edited by Edward Cowan and Lizanne Henderson.

- The “Northern World” series. This is not a series I’m particularly familiar with outside of some light reading while at university (mostly because these books can be really expensive compared to the previous ones mentioned). HOWEVER not only do they range across northern Europe (not just Scotland) but a couple of them help to balance out the Lowland focus which sometimes predominates in the above general overviews. There are quite a few interesting books in this series (identifiable usually by their purple jackets) but some that I know of include:

- “Kinship and Clientage: Highland Clanship, 1451-1609″ by Alison Cathcart.

- “The Lordship of the Isles”, edited by Richard Oram (this is a collection of essays)

There was also an older “Edinburgh History of Scotland” series published in the 1970s- some of the authors were better than others and they’re a bit dated now but they’re still a useful starting point. The series includes:

- “Scotland, the Making of the Kingdom”, by A.A.M. Duncan

- “Scotland: The Later Middle Ages”, by Ranald Nicholson

There are lots of other book series out there- the St Andrews Studies in Scottish History or the publications of old literature by the Scottish Text Society for example but I think I’ve listed enough to be getting on with. There are also a few books that I think make good general overviews (or are collections of interesting essays) that aren’t in a particular series:

- “Women in Scotland, 1100-1750”, edited by Elizabeth Ewan and Maureen M Meikle (this is a collection of essays rather than an overview of women’s history but it’s a good starter, and great if you only have fifteen minutes to spare)

- “Glory and Honour: The Renaissance in Scotland”, by Andrea Thomas (a beautiful coffee table book with lots of pictures of art and architecture). It starts in 1424.

- “The Kingdom of the Isles: Scotland’s Western Seaboard, c.1100-c.1336″, by R. Andrew MacDonald

- “The Black Douglases”, Michael Brown

- “Robert the Bruce’s Rivals: The Comyns, 1212-1314″, by Alan Young

- “The Northern Earldoms: Orkney and Caithness, 870-1470″, by Barbara E. Crawford

- “Scottish Independence and the Idea of Britain: From the Picts to Alexander III”, by Dauvit Broun

- “Virgins and Viragos: A History of Women in Scotland From 1080 to 1980″, by Rosalind K Marshall (Marshall has also written some good introductory overviews on Scottish queens, on Mary of Guise, and on the women around Mary, Queen of Scots, though these last two are sixteenth century).

- Any of Alexander Fenton’s books on agricultural history- they don’t deal exclusively (or even mainly) with the medieval period, and they’re not the most up to date but they are still useful handbooks.

There are also lots of shorter academic articles on JSTOR and elsewhere, as well as online networks for things like Scottish Women’s History and Environmental History.

The second step I would recommend is using biographies- biography is not always the most useful form of historical writing, but they do have their own benefits. For this time period most of the full book-length biographies of individuals are royal figures (though lots of other people are covered in academic articles).

For some figures it’s wise to have several biographies on hand since they’re well-known or controversial- for example, for Robert Bruce, you could start with an older bio like G.W.S. Barrows “Robert Bruce and the Community of the Realm of Scotland” and then supplement it with a more modern biography like that written by Michael Penman or by Colm McNamee. In other cases, a historical figure may not be quite so well known so jumping straight into an academic biography of them, which hops around and analyses expenditure and parliaments, may be a bit confusing- for example, for King James IV, it may be useful to start with R.L. Mackie’s (admittedly dated and a bit romantic) biography to get an idea of the structure of the king’s reign before diving into Norman MacDougall’s more scholarly biography.

Other biographies/overview of royal reigns include Richard Oram’s works on David I and Alexander II; D.D.R. Owen’s bio of William the Lion (this is an interesting one, since it’s written by a French professor rather than a straightforward historian so there’s a big focus on the importance of literature); Andrew Fisher’s bio of William Wallace; Stephen Boardman’s survey of the reigns of Robert II and Robert III; the two biographies of James I written by E.W.M. Balfour-Melville and Michael Brown; Christine McGladdery’s ‘James II’ and Norman McDougall’s ‘James III’; and Annie Dunlop’s biography of Bishop Kennedy.

Lastly once you feel you’ve got a bit of a grip on some secondary source material (or really, as soon as you like) I do recommend checking out some of the primary source material as soon as possible. A LOT of primary sources of medieval Scottish history were printed during the Victorian and Edwardian periods and now thanks to digitisation projects many of them are available online- from chronicles like those of Melrose, John of Fordun and Andrew Wyntoun (and useful English chronicles like Lanercost and Scalachronica); to acts of parliament and accounts of royal expenditure (Treasurer’s Accounts; Exchequer Rolls); to letters of the nobility and poetry. Personally, I find that you learn as much from working directly with the words of historical figures themselves, even if you’re untrained in source handling, as you would from a whole host of textbooks (also it lets you get used to the languages- Scots is straightforward enough to pick up even if you don’t have Latin or Gaelic). If you ever have trouble finding these let me know and I might be able to point you in the right direction.

It is also worth bearing in mind that sixteenth century sources may shed a lot of light on earlier periods.

Anyway hopefully this helped but if you have any other questions please let me know and I will endeavour to reply quicker this time!

*One last disclaimer, the above list of texts is based purely on my own experiences and what my brain could remember quickly- it is not to reflect a bias or to promote these texts above the works of other historians. It is also not an exhaustive or comprehensive list (and some dearly beloved books are not included- but I tried to stick to simple overviews/textbooks and a few other interesting surveys).

And people are very welcome to add to this since there’s lots I’ve missed!

Lastly try to have a bit of fun with it. Some of these books are very informative but can drag at times- on those occasions I highly recommend taking a break and trying to get outside to a hill or a castle, or if you can’t do that try putting an old ballad on on youtube, and physically look at or listen to the thing you’re studying.

#Scottish history #British history #sources #books #reading #Yes now everyone can come and laugh at 16 year old me who got her childhood love of history back from flipping Neil Oliver #And the Corries though they're more respectable if less accurate

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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For the soulmate foursome, it's clear that they all love their little girl now, but... Michael is still very cold ! It's his nature, but when she sees him so sweet with Jimmy, so cuddly with Duncan, their girl has some doubts. She needs to feel that he trusts her, by showing his true face : a lil pup full of fears and love.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

How are you?

I hope you’ll like this new piece for the foursome, I honestly love these babes and Michael in this dynamic is just UWU...

As always, if you don’t like this just shoot me an ask or a DM and I’ll rewrite it!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mention of Work Harassment, Rejection, Slight Violence, Nightmares, Tiredness and Jim’s Idiotic Humor.

Michael was literally the embodiment of ‘are you the little spoon or the big spoon? I am a knife’ meme.

Which was something that Jim had said jokingly to you, as you had voiced your doubts towards Michael’s love for you.

You didn’t deny that he was attracted to you, at least physically, but whenever you would do something even remotely romantic, he would retreat in himself, almost frozen on the spot, and you couldn’t help but feel like he was more a puppet than actually Michael.

And he only had this behavior with you, because you saw the way he would purr as Duncan dove, almost distractedly, an hand in his hair when they were on the couch and he was checking emails, Michael immediately relaxing under him.

Or when Jimmy would make some dumb joke and Michael would laugh like he had just proclaimed an universal truth, gently holding his lover’s hand as he brought it to his lips, or when he would comfort Jimmy during his nightmares, although he had learned how to let you in.

Every sexual action never seemed to be spurred on by Michael, although by the end of the day his hard-on would wake you up on the mornings you fell asleep in his arms, but he never seemed to initiate anything with you, whereas he had no qualm dragging Jimmy in his bedroom or kissing Duncan when you both visited him in his office.

You didn’t know whether he was simply too stiff to warm up to you or you should have just given him his time.

That was what had suggested Duncan the diplomat, whereas Jimmy had gone for a more direct approach, suggesting you just tied the man to the bed and showed him a thing or two about ‘your beautiful body’.

You definitely didn’t know why you still bothered to ask Jimmy for advice.

But then Destiny decided to give you a hand, gently pushing you and Michael together.

Duncan would be gone for an entire week a business trip and that same week Jimmy had wanted to visit Medina since she would be soon leaving for a world tour of surf and he wanted to spend a bit of time together, even more when he knew the tension that staying with you and Michael would arise.

‘Everything is going to be alright’ he promised ‘… please just fuck out the tension, don’t throw knives, Duncan would be pissed if he had to redecorate’.

‘Thank you for thinking about my life, babe’ you had replied, as you had closed the door in his face ‘… suck your own dick, since you are supportive the kitchen, again’.

But strangely the first days without Jimmy and Duncan went pretty well, mostly because you and Michael stayed on your own with your own routines.

You would be leaving for work, come back by night, shower after Michael did (which meant that the water was never ‘boiling hot’ but you couldn’t hold Michael’s accountable for that… mostly with that glorious hair) and then you would dine together.

Michael would try awkwardly to ask how your day had gone and you would reply a bit less awkwardly.

And then you would go to sleep.

Each one in a separate room.

Then the third day the miracle happened.

You had just come back from work: it had been a tiring day, working with children wasn’t always easy.

That day you had also slept terribly and when you had come back home you still had papers to grade and projects to go through, which would make your night even longer no matter your need for bed and food, and a long warm shower…

You had come in the kitchen, barging in lightly more aggressively than you usually did, and you hadn’t certainly expected Michael to be there, eating softly some sweet and you couldn’t help but feel like you were intruding on his peace, immediately grabbing all the bags you had dropped and mumbling a soft ‘sorry’, as you moved away.

“No no, stay” he replied, something in his voice making you turn around, and as you came to face with him, he looked curious… almost worried “... is everything alright?”.

“Just an hard day at school” you muttered, releasing a soft breath “I do think that if it isn’t a problem I’d like to shower first, so that I can then dedicate my soul and body to going through the children’s works”.

“… sorry to hear that” and he seemed to mean it, before he pushed out a small chair next to him “… and I don’t mind it absolutely, but first do you want some of this tiramisu? It honestly tastes amazing”.

And you didn’t doubt it since it came from one of the most known bakeries of the city.

But what truly startled you was the fact Michael had just offered you one of his precious sweets and you looked at him confused as if he had grown another head, but refused politely, sure that it was a trick.

Michael would never share his sweets with anyone: he always preferred to get more than to share.

So why was he sharing it with you?

“I won’t kill you if you want a piece, I swear” he insisted “… I know that I can be… possessive on my sweets, but I just… I just think that you might need this more than I do”.

In fact, you low key felt like you might need a bit of sugar to get yourself to be better.

“… just a piece” you promised him, and he just looked at you in the eyes, honesty shining in his beautiful turquoise gems.

“Honestly you can take it all, I wouldn’t mind it”.

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If that hadn’t been enough to scare you about Michael’s behavior, making you wonder what had made him change, something interesting had happened on Friday.

Usually Duncan would reserve that day as a day off from work with you, if his week had been calm enough: you would go out for a coffee, something rather calm and trivial, but you cherished those memories, because they made you feel comfortable and fall more in love with your beloved idiot.

You would do a similar thing with Jim, going to see him training every Wednesday and then spending time sharing a milkshake together, at your favorite diner.

You hadn’t any of this kind of things with Michael, but you knew, because you had spied the conversation, that Duncan had made him promise to cover his ‘shift’ with you on Friday, hence Michael had very ‘not genuinely’ asked you out for a coffee after you finished work.

And you were now waiting for the beautiful man to arrive, having arrived early and grading some of the papers you hadn’t been able to finish the previous days, and you had been a bit warmed up by the beautiful atmosphere of the secluded coffee.

It was a bit more expensive that the ones around the city, but you just loved it too much to notice the money you spent on it (and Duncan usually paid so…).

And as you were waiting an hand touched your shoulder, startling you but you quickly recovered thinking it was Michael and his feline-like grace but you were disappointed a you saw Mr. Tinsel, one of the fathers of your students.

Who had flirted with you at any teacher-parents meeting, to the point where you were so uncomfortable that you started to always avoid him.

But this time there was no running away.

“Mrs. (L/N)!” he called out to you with more energy than he should have, not releasing your shoulder from his grip as you raised your eyes to rank them slowly onto his greasy attire, something between a mix of ‘my wife left me because I wouldn’t shower’ and ‘this is fashionable trash’ “… so nice to see you!”.

“Absolutely” you hoped your wondering smile would make sure that he understood you weren’t feeling the same way “How is Priscilla?”.

That child was literally the original ‘problematic one’ and you could totally understand with a father like that, spoiled and brattish, but also definitely uncared and having a lack of affection in her life.

“… an angel truly” you doubted it but smiled again more out of convenience than anything else “… and very much in love, like me, with her teacher”.

‘Good Lord if you ever loved me, please please just throw a lighting on his way’ you muttered in your mind, with a wary smile to the man who sat in front of you, a distinct show that he wanted to stay, completely taking advantage of your alone moment.

“That’s actually for my partner…” you tried to say “… I am waiting for him”.

“Oh, but I don’t see him around” he gave you a charming smile, and you simply sent a worried one, checking the door, as you tried to go back to grading your papers giving Mr. Tinsel no attention, but soon your interest was caught by a small protesting ‘humph’ Mr. Tinsel released “… hey I got this lace before!”.

And as you raised your face, Michael was looming onto Mr. Tinsel, his eyes definitely burning an hole through the poor man who still stood his ground but didn’t have much choice as Michael got the chair out of his ass, making him fall onto it, with a fluid motion as he readjusted the chair closer to you, sitting on it and sending you a quick glance as you looked at the entire scene shocked.

“… hey sweetheart, sorry for being late”.

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All those mixed signals were driving you crazy and the drop that filled and made your vase overflow was when Michael insisted on you sleeping together on Saturday night, after a movie marathon, insisting on needing a bit of help to sleep these days.

‘You wouldn’t mind, would you?’ he had asked you as you stared at him as if he had just revealed you, he was ‘the king of the world’.

‘No no’ you had almost chocked on your own saliva as you had pushed yourself to reply quickly.

And now you were in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling on your back, your hand on your stomach, aching because of the anxiety of such an intimate act that Michael regarded with the least attention, having simply slipped in bed in pajama pants and nothing more, as he curled onto one side, in a fetal position, pushing himself the furthest away from you.

In the end sleep overcame you wonderings and thoughts, but you were quickly brought back to reality as you felt something turning around in your bed, startling you and paralyzing you onto the mattress as you calmed your breath and analyzed the situation.

You immediately came to the quick conclusion that it was Michael turning around the bed, since you were in his bedroom and pushed in an upright position so that you could see what was going on.

And found Michael twisting his body in what looked like a painful memory, transformed in an awful nightmare and as you gently pushed yourself to softly brush an hand against his shoulder, aware that you had to wake him up, he snapped.

He quickly went into survival mood, gripping onto your hand in a way that pained you, pushing onto your wrist as he quickly pulled you under him, effectively stopping any movements and protests, and as his hand wrapped around your throat you found yoyrself fearing for your life.

You had never witnessed a nightmare of his.

You hadn’t even known he had such and almost cursed yourself for having used such a bold attempt till Michael’s eyes snapped open, taking in the situation and you muttered through your slow breaths.

‘It’s me, (Y/N), Michael’ and as his eyes slowly became bright eyes in the darkness of the room ‘… you are hurting me’.

And as burned, he immediately retreated his hand from your hands, definitely taking in the harshness of his action, before recognition of who you were overtook him and you immediately turned away from him, to regain your breath as you wondered what you had to do.

You were still scared by his aggressive answer but you could hear him being pained beside you, still as stone and cold as ice as you slowly moved to take a look at him, on his back and watching anything that wasn’t you, although your movement quickly caught his attention.

“Michael, are you…?” ‘ok’, ‘crazy, ‘safe’… you didn’t know what to say but Michael simply nodded your head more out of habit, than actually feeling ‘better’, and your heart chocked a bit, tightening in your chest, as you realized he had nightmare, he just hid them “… you had a nightmare, you aren’t ok, I can feel how shaken you are and I…”.

“It’s none of your business” the harshness of your words hurt you much more than is chokehold, but you couldn’t simply give up.

“It is” your voice had his same harshness as you propped onto your elbow turning onto your stomach as you softened your gaze “… you are my lover like Duncan and Jimmy and I always help them through nightmares”.

“But I am not like either of them!” he protested, not even looking at you in the eyes, and you gave him all the time in the world “… I am not cheery as Jimmy and romantic as Duncan”.

“Then you are you: elegant and algid Michael with a love for sweets and for luxurious things, I don’t really need anything else, truly, I mean… I have cheery Jim and romantic Duncan and a very very sweet Michael, I just need you the way you are”.

This seemed to breech something in Michael as he sent you a quick look to you as if to make sure that you weren’t lying.

“… I almost hurt you”.

“Also Jimmy and Duncan did, the first times they had a nightmare, it’s not you, it’s the nightmares” you explained softly, daring to let an hand out to him to settle it between you “… once I know how to deal with yours nightmares, I won’t be hurt anymore”.

Although Michael still needed more convincing, he grabbed softly your hand.

“… we are in this together” you promised him, gripping a bit tighter his hand to let him know that you were right there with him.

“I like being held when I have nightmares, not too tightly” he explained, not daring to look at you, already halfway nestling through your arms.

“… then I do think that I can do that for you”.

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Favors - Fire and Reign!Michael x Reader

Description: You work for Mutt & Jeff at Kineros Robotics. Michael Langdon, the rumored Antichrist, saves you from the constant harassment you face in the workplace. You owe him a favor, and it comes in the form that you least expect.

Word count: 8.3k

Warnings: Oh man, where to begin. Uhhh. Mentions of sexual harassment, unprotected sex, public sex, being recorded, female masturbation, titty fucking, overstimulation, daddy kink, dirty talk, squirting, face slapping, genital slapping (brief), degradation, name calling, humiliation, oral sex (female receiving), it’s basically just fucking filthy, y’all.

A/N: Sorry if anything like this has been done!! Like my last fic, Lesson, I was somewhat inspired to write this after a dream that I had. It was also partly inspired by some anons I’ve been getting, so whoever you are, thank you! I hope y’all like it!

No copyright infringement intended! Any rights belong to proper shareholders and they deserve the ultimate credit.

If you want to skip straight to the Smut Fest, it begins about halfway through!

Credit to @duncan-shepherd for the gif!

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Working at Kineros Robotics hadn’t been your dream job, but you knew that it would have to do for awhile. Despite the fact that you were a fresh college graduate, the company had miraculously accepted you due to the intern experiences you’d racked up during university. Kineros Robotics wasn’t the type of place you imagined you’d be, however. You always saw yourself in an office-type setting, sitting at a desk all day while typing away on a computer. It wasn’t too far from what you were doing here at Kineros, but it was still a far cry from what you’d typically pictured in your mind.

Every morning, you were tasked with bringing coffee to the two bozos you worked under, Mutt and Jeff, and it was something that always filled you with the worst dread imaginable. Almost immediately after you started your job there, the two would harass you every time you brought them coffee or came in for your next assignment. Not in a teasing, banter-type manner, either; it was completely inappropriate, and made you highly uncomfortable. They would comment about the low-cut tops you would wear, how amazing your legs looked in the skirts that you adored, how your hair looked sexy pulled up into a bun or ponytail. On almost every occasion, they would stare you up and down like you were the most appetizing meal they’d ever seen. It made you feel sick to your stomach, every single time. On multiple occasions, you would dip into one of the bathrooms and cry, wishing that you could pull out and find another job elsewhere. You’d tried to find another opportunity, but there were none; no one else would hire someone with so little job experience. You were stuck here for God knew how long, and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

Until the day he came into the picture.

Michael Langdon had been a mysterious figure. From the moment the two of you met, you knew something was strange about him. It was a vibe he gave off; almost dark, repulsive, evil, but also a bit seductive. You couldn’t find it in yourself to stay away, and would actively seek him out when you could. He had been the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on, and you loved admiring him from afar. The way his perfect blond curls fell around his face, the way his brows furrowed when he was focused on something, the way his long, flawless fingers would turn pages of a file he’d been looking at, all made him appear as though he’d stepped out of a Renaissance painting. You couldn’t deny how you fantasized about him, how you wished he would bend you over his desk and fuck you until you were reduced to a speechless, cum-filled mess. Those thoughts always brought you to orgasm at night, lying in your bed with your vibrator or fingers working desperately between your legs. It always filled you with such shame, the fact that you were getting yourself off to your bosses’ new boss. It was the type of shame that made you feel embarrassed for about five minutes, before you were turned on again and wanted to go for round two, or three, or even four. When it came to Michael, you found that you couldn’t be wholly satisfied.

Rumor had it that he was the Antichrist, and that only added more fuel to your lustful fire. You weren’t sure if you actually believed it or not, but Mutt & Jeff seemed thoroughly convinced that he was. You’d overheard them one day, talking about how Michael had destroyed one of their robotic assistants with seemingly-magical flame. It sounded like a bunch of nonsense to your ears, but stranger things had been known to happen--especially with Michael around. Things had a way of mysteriously disappearing, other objects would appear out of thin air or move on their own, and people had quit without just cause. Maybe all of it was purely coincidental, but your intuition told you that it was somehow Michael’s doing. He was definitely pulling the strings around here now--in more ways than one, it seemed.

The two of you barely spoke to each other, until one day when all of that changed.

You’d taken Mutt and Jeff their usual morning coffee, and you’d been wearing a particularly revealing dress that day. The tight red article with the black shawl hadn’t been the best choice to wear to work, especially where two assholes were trying to get into your pants on a daily basis. You hadn’t worn it for them, though. Hell, you didn’t even wear it for yourself. You wore it for Michael, wanting him to finally take proper notice of you and, by some stroke of luck, manifest your desires into reality. But that plan had seemingly backfired when Mutt and Jeff descended upon you like two dogs to a bone, and you sat the coffee down on one of the desks and began to back toward the exit.

“I have to get to work,” you said, but neither of them were listening.

“You can stay for a little while,” Jeff said. “You can watch us work on our latest model. It might be helpful.”

“Yeah,” Mutt chimed in. “We kinda based her on you.”

“I really should--” you began, but you’re cut off by a male voice somewhere behind you.

“That’s enough. Leave her alone.”

You knew that voice; it haunted your every fantasy and every dream. Turning slowly, your eyes widened in shock when you saw Michael standing in the entrance. He didn’t look pleased; instead, he looked disgusted and angry. His eyes were fixated upon the two men, and you swore that you could see fire burning in those baby blues. He finally looked at you, making a come-hither motion with his finger before turning his gaze back to Mutt and Jeff. You scrambled toward him, and he pushed you behind his back in a protective manner. You weren’t sure why, but that very gesture sent a shot of arousal directly between your legs. Your thighs pressed together in a subtle manner, trying to alleviate the dull throb that was settling in your core.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he warned, his tone venomous as he shifted his gaze between the two. “I mean it. You’ll be sorry if I ever witness or hear of it. Do you remember that little robot girlfriend of yours that I destroyed when you first met me? That will be your fate if you continue to act like a couple of assholes.”

Ah, so he did set fire to one of their models. That was all the confirmation you needed to hear on the Antichrist front, and you had to admit to yourself that it was hot. You weren’t quite sure why that was so exciting to you; maybe it was the taboo of it all, maybe it was the fact that evil, or seemingly evil, beings were sexy as hell. All you knew was that you couldn’t take your eyes off of Michael, noticing how even the back of his head was gorgeous. What you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through that perfect head of curls, to tug on them, to feel them tickling your inner thighs as he ate you out…

No. Now was not the time, nor the place, for that type of thinking.

You smiled behind him, the lower half of your face concealed by his shoulder as you observe the other two men. They’re stunned, so much that they can’t even form a proper sentence. They gape at Michael, then at you, before falling completely silent and going back to work in embarrassment. Michael continued to stare them down until he was certain that they got the message, turning to face you with a hard expression. Then, he took you roughly by the arm and practically dragged you from the room.

“What are you doing?” you questioned, your (e/c) eyes trained upon that beautifully chiseled face. “I could have handled that myself.”

He barked a laugh, eyes narrowed slightly as he pulled you against his strong chest. You can’t help but wonder what he’s doing, or why he’s doing it, but then you feel his mouth at your ear. His breath tickles you, and you have to suppress the shudder that’s threatening to ripple down your spine. His teeth tugged your earlobe between his teeth, and you let out a soft, barely audible whine.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking,” he whispered in your ear, his massive hands perched upon your waist. “You’re aroused by what I just did. I’m not surprised; after all, don’t you think of me at night, when you’re all alone in your bed? Touching yourself under your blankets like a common little whore. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You were frozen and absolutely speechless. How did he know about that? Was he spying on you? No, that wasn’t it, and you damn well knew it. He was the Antichrist; you were more than aware of that little fact now. Somehow, being the way he was, he could pick up on your innermost desires and your secrets. You knew that lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere, especially when the truth was glaring him in the face. However, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. You were going to deny it until you were blue in the face, if it meant protecting your precious ego.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

His grip tightened on you, and you swore that you could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against your thigh. “I think you do,” he replied. “I know I’m not crazy, Y/N; I can smell your pussy from here. It’s hot for me, and we both know it. Denial will get you nowhere; acceptance will get that needy little pussy railed until you can’t walk straight for a fucking month.”

Your lips had parted, and you resisted the urge to moan aloud. “You just saved me from two harassers back there,” you said, surprising yourself with how level your voice had been. “What do you think you’re doing right now? Isn’t that the definition of sexual harassment?”

Michael hummed for a moment, then released his hold on you. “Have it your way,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Maybe I was going to fulfill your desires, but since you don’t want me to…”

You whined at the loss of contact, and this brought a smug grin from Michael. “I still don’t know what you mean,” you murmured.

“As I said,” Michael said, tucking his hands behind his back. “Have it your way. You’re welcome for what I did back there, by the way.”

You groaned as you watched him walking away, wondering if you really did just let a good opportunity slip through the cracks. It wouldn’t take long for another one to crop up, however.

***

Three days later, you were trying to adapt to your changed environment at the lab. Mutt and Jeff had finally stopped badgering you, but one of the other women at the facility, Ms. Venable, was still riding your ass about anything she could think of. You hadn’t really noticed how much of a bitch she was toward you before, because you’d been too preoccupied with Mutt & Jeff’s harassment. But now, since they’d started being more respectful toward you, Venable took it upon herself to pick up the slack. Michael had been ignoring you for the most part, since that encounter after he remedied your Mutt & Jeff problem, and you wished he could help you with Venable as well. What you wouldn’t give to watch him put her in her place, to make her submit and ease her mistreatment of you. You knew he was more than capable of it now; you just needed him to catch her in the act, as he did days earlier with the two coked-out idiots.

On that third day, Venable had purposefully knocked her coffee onto the floor, and then blamed you for it as you moved from her desk. You knew that you hadn’t spilled it; for some reason, she’d always had it out for you, and this only proved it even more. You wondered if she was jealous of you, but you couldn’t figure out a reason why. All you knew was that you’d had enough, and you weren’t about to take anymore of her shit--or anyone else’s. Fuck this job, fuck the entire climate in this place, fuck it all. You were done with being treated like either a piece of meat or a doormat, or like you were less than anyone else who worked there. You picked up the now-empty coffee cup and angrily threw it at Venable, which resulted in her shouting in surprise before turning on you with an equally-enraged look in her eyes.

“Wilhemenia,” came Michael’s voice, and your heart began to leap in your chest as you breathed in relief. “You’re being a bad, bad girl.”

Michael strided over to you, giving you a knowing look before his blazing eyes trained upon the other woman. Venable looked horrified by Michael’s presence, and you had to bite back a laugh at her obvious fear. Good; it served her fucking right, always treating you like you were nothing but a mere, incompetent child. Michael took two steps forward, leaning over Venable’s desk so that their noses were practically touching. You could tell, even from where you were standing, that he meant business, and Venable was already trembling in sheer terror.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Michael practically snarled. “You don’t treat her like she’s nothing but dog shit on the bottom of your fucking shoe. You should be grateful that you have such an obedient little bitch working here, yet you’re acting as though you’re the queen around here. I have news for you: You’re actually not. You don’t run things around here, nor are you her boss. Technically, both of those positions fall to me.”

“But she’s--” Venable began, and Michael silenced her by holding up a hand.

“Enough,” he hissed. “You heard me. She technically works for Mutt & Jeff, not for you. They work for me, which makes me her boss as well. If you don’t want to fall in line of your own accord, Ms. Venable, I’ll make sure that you do. Do we understand each other?”

She nodded frantically, and Michael bounced back with a grin. He pointed at you, then looked back at the shaking redhead at the desk. “Apologize.”

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N,” she said, wringing her hands anxiously. “I-It won’t happen again.”

“Make sure that it doesn’t,” you said courageously. “Ever again.”

Michael, now satisfied, moved away from the desk and made his way to you. He took your hand and started guiding you from the area, and you shoot a look over your shoulder at Venable. She was watching the two of you with a stunned expression, and you couldn’t help but feel joyous over what Michael had said to her. Hopefully, that would be the end of her abuse, and you could finally enjoy the peace you were desperately seeking. Michael kept walking until you were both out of sight & earshot, pushing you against the nearest wall in desperation once he was certain the coast was clear.

“You look so good today,” he said, his eyes trailing down to your visible cleavage in the low-cut black top you’d chosen to wear that day. “I could just ravish you against this fucking wall right now.”

A violent shiver cascaded your spine, and you grabbed the back of his neck with a soft whine. You wanted him closer to you, wanted him to take you and make every single fantasy come true right there in the hallway. He started indulging you, his lips finding your neck as your head tilted to the side for better access. He located the sensitive spot on your skin, nipping at it for a moment before sucking harshly. A moan fell from your lips, and you had to bite the lower one to keep yourself quiet. Your hand plunged into his silky hair, twisting your fingers as his lips trailed to your cleavage. His mouth explored every inch of exposed skin, and you felt your panties pooling with even more desire for him.

“Y/N,” he purred, biting the top of one of your breasts. You could feel him smiling against you, and you wondered what he was thinking. “It’s time to get back to work.”

There it was.

He let go of you, adjusting your shirt with the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen on another person. You stared at him, shocked and almost disappointed, as he drew you against him. There was no mistaking it this time; he was hard, and you could feel it bumping your leg. Another throb coursed through your core, and you whimpered needfully. Michael clicked his tongue and then, without warning, he grabbed hold of your pussy and began rubbing it through your pants.

“Tonight,” he whispered as you mewled delightfully, rutting against him for more friction. He let go after a minute, a smile plastered to his full lips. “Stay after closing. Meet me in Venable’s area. Don’t even think about leaving, or not meeting me there as soon as we close. You will be sorry if you disobey. Think of it as owing me a favor, for all I’ve done to help you.”

****

You couldn’t stop thinking about Michael for the remainder of the day. Work had been hell, because you were unable to focus and had to keep starting over on every task. Your mind would always wander to the last thing he’d said to you, and you were curious as to what he meant. Why did he want to meet you where Venable worked? You’d hoped that he was finally going to fuck you, but why would he ask to meet you there, if that was the case? Why not ask to go home with him, or meet him elsewhere outside of the workplace? Unless--

No. That thought was too dirty and too shameful to even entertain.

You counted down the hours until closing, and practically bolted to Venable’s area once everyone else had cleared out. You were surprised to see Michael already waiting with his back to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a brief moment of horror. What if he thought you weren’t coming? Wasn’t he a little early? Was he already planning a punishment for you, because you were a few minutes late? You shook those dreadful thoughts from your head before cleaning your throat, announcing yourself to him. He turned at once, a grin on his lips as he motioned for you to come closer.

“Y/N,” he said. “I was beginning to think you’d left and disobeyed my orders.”

“Sorry,” you murmured, depositing your purse and laptop bag on the floor before making your way to him. “I didn’t think you’d be here yet.”

“I said at closing,” he replied simply, his hands finding your waist as he licked his lips. “Mmm. Such a good girl, following my commands.”

You fought back a whimper, your eyes trained upon his as your lips open. His praise caused your stomach to tighten in arousal, that familiar ache pulsating throughout your entire lower half. “O-Of course I did. You’re my boss, aren’t you?”

“That’s correct,” Michael said, his tone even as his eyes scanned over your cleavage. He nodded toward your chest, drawing back with a calm smile. “Take off your shirt.”

Your brows shot up in surprise, and you blinked rapidly at him. Did you just hear him correctly? Why on Earth would he want you to take off your shirt, in sight of the security camera in the room? You knew he could get into trouble for just touching you as he did, but then you remember who he is. Of course there wouldn’t be consequences for him; how could there be, when he was the Antichrist? He could get away with anything, and you weren’t sure if that thought pissed you off, or turned you on even more.

“Excuse me?” you managed.

“Take off your shirt,” he repeated. “I won’t ask you again. Consider this part one of the favor you owe me.”

You didn’t like the sound of his voice as he uttered those last words. His tone was absolutely lethal, and you know better than to not follow through. Besides, you really wanted to do it, and who were you to deny what you both desired? You grabbed the ends of your black top, pulling it over your head and discarding it to the floor. Your black, lacy bra was revealed to him, your hardening nipples poking through the thin fabric. Michael noticed right away, closing the space between the two of you as he rubbed one between his fingers. You moaned, arching slightly and pressing your thighs together to quell the worsening ache between your legs.

“Naughty girl,” he chided, grabbing one of your bra straps and snapping it against your skin. You yelped in surprise, your hips rolling upward in response. “You wore this for me, didn’t you? You didn’t wear it for those two coke-head assholes; you wore it all for me.”

You could only nod, not caring anymore about your pride. He was right, and you were both more than aware of it. Of course you hadn’t worn it for Mutt or Jeff; you disliked them with every fiber of your being. Something told you that Michael was actually jealous of them, and you felt dizzy with arousal at the very thought. Your breath hitched, his large hands making their way to your back as you anticipated his next move. He caressed the skin there, causing you to gasp at the sensation, before he unhooked your bra. You looked at him, eyes on his as he pulled the bra from your arms and threw it aside.

“Perfect,” he murmured as he studied your bare breasts, his hands beginning to toy with them. “Do you know what I’d like to do to them?”

“Suck on them?” you asked, a (b/c) brow raised. “That’s what most men like, anyway.”

His jaw was hard-set as you spoke, and you shivered under his gaze. “No. While that idea is very nice and very tempting, I had something else in mind.”

He jerked a thumb toward Venable’s desk, and you studied him in confusion. He repeated the gesture, and you wondered what he was wanting you to do. It took a moment for it to click, and your eyes widened in shock as you shook your head quickly. Your earlier thought, the one that you wouldn’t dare think about, was actually on its way to coming true. “No. Michael, there are cameras in here.”

“So?” he asked, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as you gasped in pleasurable surprise. “Who cares?”

“I care!” you cried. “I could lose my job, if someone sees.”

“You won’t,” he assured. “If they try, I’ll reduce them to a pile of ash. Do you really want to disobey me, princess? You know what happens to people who don’t do as I ask. So, get up on her desk and lie flat on your back. Do it now, and maybe I won’t punish you severely for your disobedience.”

You scrambled toward the desk without another word, clearing off some of the items for more room. Michael unzipped his black pants, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. You noticed that he was already hard, the outline of his erection straining against his silk boxers. He yanked them down to join his pants, and you felt your pussy clenching at the mere sight of his exposed cock. He was massive, bigger than any man you’d ever been with in the past. He was thick, long, veiny, and perfectly constructed;. you could see no flaw whatsoever. It occurred to you, in that very moment, that Michael Langdon was a truly perfect being, a true dark angel sent to Earth from Heaven--or was it Hell, in this case?

“Michael,” you breathed. “Fuck.”

He was smug, grinning at you before climbing onto the desk. He straddled your torso, and you knew straight away what his plan was for you. You felt your cunt pulsating with want, and the sudden urge to start touching yourself was as strong as it had been all day. You didn’t touch yourself, however; you wouldn’t dare at this point. Instead, you salivated as you studied his dick, bobbing obscenely as he positioned himself into a proper, comfortable position on his knees. His cock was in front of you now, lined up with your breasts as he planted himself firmly on both hands. He placed his cock between your breasts once he was settled, the heavy weight of it against your sternum causing you to moan with need.

“I want you to push your tits together for me,” he instructed. “Both hands, and keep hold of them until I say otherwise. Understand?”

You nodded, and did as you were told without a moment’s hesitation. Your hands smashed your breasts against his cock, which elicited a loud, pleasurable groan from Michael. It had been a long time since you’d allowed a man to fuck your tits, and none of them had ever come close in size or ability to Michael; you already knew that to be true. You watched hungrily as he started thrusting, the sensation of his large cock between your sensitive breasts causing you to moan delightfully. You tilted your head back to look at him, admiring how beautiful he was with his face twisted in ecstasy and golden hair spilling into his eyes. He looked like an angel, one that strived for living as sinfully as possible. After all, who else would look as ravishing while committing sin? Only the Antichrist, that was who.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he questioned. “How long I’ve desired fucking these perfect tits? It’s all I could think about from the moment I met you. Remember that tight little tank top you wore on the day we met? Your tits were practically spilling out of it. Do you know what I did, right after we spoke? I went into my office and jerked off to the thought of sticking my cock between them.”

You whined at his words, arching your back as his thrusts became jerkier and more sloppy. You wondered how much longer he was going to last, and you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock as a test. You started jerking him off in time with his thrusts, wondering if he would retaliate or berate you for doing something without his permission. He stopped at once, shifting so that he was hovering over you. He reached down, slapping your face and grabbing your throat, his eyes fiery and dangerous.

“No,” he hissed. “Don’t do anything without my permission. If you listen and be a good little girl, you’ll get a reward after I cum. If you don’t? Then you can walk out of here with nothing in return.”

A loud, drawn-out whine fell from your lips, but it soon turned into a moan as you he let go of your throat and moved back into position. You pushed your tits together again once he laid his cock between them, feeling him twitch almost immediately. You used your thumb and forefinger on each hand, rubbing your nipples as you kept a strong hold on your breasts. He began moving at a faster pace, and it didn’t take long before he was cumming all over your chest with an appreciative groan. Some of it splashed onto your throat and into your hair, but you weren’t paying any mind at that point. That was the hottest thing you’d experienced in quite awhile, and you weren’t about to complain. You relaxed against the desktop, panting along with Michael, his fingers gathering some of his seed and holding it to your lips.

“Taste,” he ordered. “I want you to taste what you did to me.”

You didn’t hesitate, grabbing his wrist and sucking the cum from his fingers. He tasted so good, surprisingly sweet, and you mewled gratefully around him. Your eyes slipped closed, tongue swirling innocently around his fingertips. You slowly open your eyes to look at him after a few seconds, reveling in how lust-filled his oceanic hues were. They were completely fixated on you, and you hollowed your cheeks for a moment before deep-throating his fingers. You gagged teasingly, moaning as he growled in response. He couldn’t take it anymore, and pulled his fingers from your mouth while you whined in protest.

Still wanting more of his cum, your fingers collect more of it from your upper chest and draw them toward your mouth. He forcefully grabs your wrist and redirects it to his own lips, gripping tightly as he does so. You watched in awe as he removed his own essence from his fingers, and it caused another bolt of arousal to shoot to your already-aching pussy. You were more than aware of how wet you were at this point, but you were too far gone in your desire to care.

“You’ll get your reward a little later,” he said, sitting back and getting off of the desk. He dragged Venable’s chair so that it was right in front of you, plopping down and gesturing toward your clothed lower-half. “Take off your pants and your underwear. We’re about to enter phase two of your favor.”

You sit up, legs shaking in need as you tug off your pants and your lace, cheeky panties. Michael took the underwear, completely soaked through by then, and pocketed them with a smirk. You didn’t question what he was doing; instead, you exposed your dripping cunt to him, feeling a bit humiliated over how wet you truly were. You were leaking onto Venable’s desk, and the thought made you feel so deplorable. It also wasn’t helping that the security camera had been trained on the two of you the entire time, and you felt both filthy and oddly horny over the thought of someone seeing this at some point. It was almost embarrassing, but Michael was feeding off of it; you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that. It was written all over his body language, over how he was presenting himself to you while knowing that you were possibly being watched, either now or later. He was a fucking asshole, but you wouldn’t have it any other way; you were just as turned on by it as he was, after all.

“Show me,” Michael said, crossing his legs as he settled further into the chair.

“Show you what?” you asked, sitting up on your elbows to get a better look at him.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone,” he replied, arms perched upon the rests on either side of the seat. “I want to see how you get yourself off to me.”

You swallowed, feeling very nervous all of a sudden. You didn’t know why; after all, this was a man whose cum was drying on your skin and in your hair, and one that you’d craved since you met him. There was a thought in the back of your mind, one that kept nagging at you about his preferences. What if he didn’t like how you touched yourself? What if that made him unhappy? Then again, maybe he would show you how to do it properly, if that was the case. You didn’t have much time for hesitation; if you did, he would surely get angry and you would mostly definitely be in for a whole world of regret.

Pushing the negative thinking from your mind, you decided to get down to business. One of your hands slowly trailed down your body, wanting to add to his growing anticipation. He examined you, eyes devouring your every single move as your fingers edged closer to your soaking cunt. You spread your legs a bit further apart, wanting him to see all of you as your fingers finally land on your core. Your digits ghost over the outer lips, hissing softly as you felt the slippery wetness that had accumulated there. You looked at him, his eyes glued to your cunt as he growled impatiently.

“No teasing,” he demanded. “I know that isn’t how you do it. You always dive right in, because you’re too fucking horny for me to have any sense of build up. Go on. Make Daddy proud and show him how you do it.”

Nodding slowly, your fingers traveled from your outer labia, to your entrance, and finally, to your clit. You sucked in a harsh breath, exhaling shakily as you start rubbing the small bundle of nerves. Your back arched, and you can hear Michael’s breathing begin to pick up as your fingers circle the area around your clit. You moaned filthily, your free hand playing with one of your breasts as you squeeze the nipple. Michael sat forward in the chair, wanting to see everything you were doing to yourself because of him. You were more than aware of his new position, and you smirked to yourself as you squirmed needfully. Your fingers massaged the inner lips of your pussy, more wetness oozing out of you and onto the desk below. Your eyes squeezed shut, head tipping back as more dirty sounds fill the air around the two of you.

“Show me,” he rasped. “Show me what else you do. I know this isn’t everything, you little cumdoll.”

Your (e/c) eyes snapped open at the derogatory nickname, taking in the marvelous sight of him before you. He was still settled into the chair, licking his lips as he watched your fingers moving over your slick folds. You continued working your lips open before pushing a finger inside of yourself. You cried out, your free hand moving from your breast to grip at the hard, smooth surface of the desk. You made a fist, trying to grab anything below you for leverage, knuckles blotched white as you shoved your finger in to the last knuckle. Michael’s breathing began to hitch, a growl-like “fuck” falling past his perfect, plump lips.

“You’re so wet,” he commented, towing the chair a bit closer and meeting your eyes as you pump your finger in and out. “Listen to that. Do you hear how disgusting and obscene that sounds? You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Dirty for me, and only me.”

The squelching, filthy, downright sinful sounds of you finger-fucking yourself had been hard to ignore. Michael pointing it out had only humiliated you further, but it added fuel to your burning arousal for him as well. It also tightened that coil in your stomach, the one that had been threatening to break free all day, and you aren’t sure how long you’d be able to keep this up. You were dangerously close, your body writhing and bucking instinctively with every touch and every sensation of your own hand. Your thumb began playing with your clit, and you could feel Michael’s gaze practically burning a hole in you now.

“Say my name,” he demanded. “Add another finger. Come on, I fucking know that you can do better than this. Show. Me.”

You complied at once, inserting a second finger inside of yourself and moaning at the pornographic sound it made. “Michael,” you mewled. “Mmm...Daddy…”

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Keep it up. Fuck yourself on those pretty fingers for me. I want you to make yourself cum thinking about me, just like you do every single night. Don’t you dare hold back; do it exactly as you do when you’re at home and your sinful little thoughts turn to me.”

Your stomach coiled even further, and you can feel it preparing to snap. You pressed a third finger inside, despite not having permission, but Michael didn’t seem to mind. He was enjoying this, watching you work yourself to orgasm because of him and only him. You pumped and curled your fingers, rubbing that sweet spot inside of you as your thumb worked relentlessly against your clit. You brought your other hand back to your breast, rubbing the nipple as hard as you can manage while continuing to play with your pussy. You squirmed in delight, pinching and pulling the sensitive nub as Michael snarled in response.

“Cum,” he hissed. “Do it. Show me the mess you can make.”

Those words, coupled with everything you were doing to yourself, sent you into complete overload. You came forcefully, screaming his name and gushing all over the desk’s surface. Your body vaulted and convulsed, legs shaking violently and eyes closed as you fucked yourself through your orgasm. Your body was a tremor, your moans hoarse and full of nothing but euphoria as you rode out your high. You were breathless, breathing heavily as you withdrew your fingers from your pussy. Michael stood from where he was seated, grabbing your saturated, sticky fingers and holding them to his lips. He placed all three of them inside of his mouth, moaning vehemently as he took in your taste.

“All mine,” he said once he removed them, kneeling in front of your still-open legs. “This pussy, this ass, those tits, this body...all of it is mine now. Those two nerds think they have some kind of weird claim to you, even though you never gave them the light of day? If they could see you now. If only they could see what a shameless, needy little cockslut that you’re being for me. They wouldn’t know what to think, would they? You’re all mine. ALL mine.”

You didn’t argue. Mostly because you knew there was no point, and also because you were too blissed out to even speak. He gripped your thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the insides before leaving a few hickeys in his wake. Teeth sink into your lower lip, taking in how utterly breathtaking he was in that position. More wetness spreads through your core, mostly from the excitement of what’s to come but also partly due to how focused he is on making you feel good. You reached down, one hand winding in his soft hair as he worked from the top of your thighs to the groin on each side. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, bringing your pussy closer to his face as he hummed in appreciation.

“So wet,” he pointed out again, licking over the outside of your cunt as his eyes bore into yours. “Mmm, it tastes much better from the source. It’s as sweet as nectar, did you know that? Tell me who you belong to, whore. Tell me who owns this beautiful fucking pussy.”

“You do,” you whimpered. “Please, Michael. It’s really sensitive--”

“Don’t whine,” he barked. “Take what I give you, or do without. You should be thankful that I’m even doing this at all, you fucking brat. This is your reward for being so obedient earlier, as well as part three of your favor; don’t make me regret it.”

You fell back against the desk, not willing to protest anymore. Michael wasted absolutely no time, delving deeply into your pussy and devouring you like you were the first meal he’d had after a long illness. Your hips bucked slightly, pulling his hair as he pushed all of the right buttons with his skilled tongue. Your body was still shaking from your last orgasm and that, coupled with him exploring your sensitive, overstimulated cunt, felt almost too good to bear. You desperately crave more of him, and you spread your legs as wide as they will go to allow him better access.

“Michael,” you moaned, nails digging into his scalp as he pressed his tongue inside of you. “Oh, fuck--”

“So fucking good,” he said, icy blue hues on your face as he gripped your thighs tightly enough to bruise. You were certain that there would be fingertip-shaped marks there tomorrow, and the thought only excited you more. “Such a sweet little princess pussy you have, pet. Tell me, are you Daddy’s good little whore? After all, who else would wet their panties and dress like a common slut, if not to please me? Say it. Say, ‘I’m your good little whore.’”

“I’m your good little whore,” you repeated, your free hand flying down to join the other in his blond curls. “Please, Michael.”

“Please what?” he questioned, pulling your clit between his lips and giving it a hard suck. He pinned your hips down, holding you against the desk at his mercy, your body beginning to tremble with desire. “What do you want from me, princess?”

“Fuck!” you nearly screamed, attempting to push your hips further into his face for more. “Please don’t stop. I’m begging, please don’t stop what you’re doing. I’ll do anything for you to keep going.”

“I don’t plan on stopping until you cum for me again,” he stated, fingers pushing your lips open as far as he can manage. His tongue explored the areas now exposed to him, areas that you weren’t even sure you had before. You pulled a fistful of his hair so forcefully that it brought him back to your clit, and kitten-licked it for a moment before resuming his earlier actions. “You hot fucking bitch. Are you going to make a mess on Daddy’s face? All over that cunt Venable’s desk?”

You nodded rapidly, your (e/c) eyes meeting his cool baby blues as he ate your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever get the luxury. He pulled your inner labia between his lips, sucking generously before finding your clit again. He sucked as hard as he could, and you knew that he was just coaxing another orgasm out of you. It was his silent permission, his plea, and you didn’t need to be told twice. You cried out his name repeatedly, like a prayer, squirting all over his face as your second climax hit. It rocked your whole body, your eyes rolling back as your nails tore at his scalp and pornographic noises spilled from your mouth. Your fingers ripped some small strands of his hair out, and it was enough to make him groan filthily against your overcharged pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed as the aftershocks washed over you, his tongue licking up any excess cum on your skin. “You did so well, making a mess like I asked.”

A dazed grin painted your features, and he released his hold on your hips. You whined from the loss of contact as he stood, watching through the haze of ecstasy as he discarded the remainder of his clothing. He was hard again, his cock bobbing with every movement he made. He climbed on top of you, throwing your legs over his waist and rubbing his erection against your super-sensitive clit. You tried to push away from him, but his iron grip held you firmly in place as he shook his head.

“Michael,” you groaned. “No more. I can’t--”

He reached between the two of you, slapping your pussy as harshly as he could muster. The wet cracking sound, coupled with the pain, caused you to cry out in a mixed moan. Michael smirked, completely satisfied with what he’d just done. “You can, and you will. Besides, I think you’re just dying for my thick cock inside of that needy cunt. I know you are; after all, why else would you fuck yourself on your fingers, if not for the fact that you want me to fuck you?”

You could only nod, knowing how correct he was and being too tired and too horny to fight it. Your legs tightened around his waist, and he took that as a sign to plunge inside of you. Your nails dug into his back, head falling against the desk in your filthiest moan yet. You could feel the stinging burn as he stretched your walls, clenching instinctively as you tried to adjust to his massive girth. He was moaning in your ear, pushing himself deeper until he was in to the hilt. You gazed up at him, your eyes heavily lidded before you looked toward the camera in the corner. You wondered if someone would come for both of you, but you dared them to try. Michael would burn them to a crisp before they even opened their damn mouths, and you knew it. But not before he gave them all an even bigger show, fucking you so hard into the desk that it collapsed under the momentum. Now, you almost wished someone would come in and bust you, if that was the scenario that would happen.

“Michael,” you sighed pleasurably. “Please.”

“Mmm, what do you need, pet?” he asked. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Fuck me,” you pleaded. “Thrust, move, just please. Please fuck me.”

“You want me to pound that slutty pussy?” he drawled, pulling out almost completely before slamming back inside of you with a strangled mewl. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” you cried, gripping his back in an attempt to draw him closer against you. “Michael!”

He chuckled, beginning to slowly fuck into you. You hummed, rutting against him impatiently, but one stern look from him made you stop. It didn’t take long for him to build a rhythm, gradually increasing in speed with each thrust. You wiggled beneath him, one hand in his hair as the other remained on the back of his shoulder, and he shuddered pleasurably at the contact. He soon found a quick, rough pace, the sounds of sex filling the room as your skin slapped together. You yanked at his hair, brushing some of it from his eyes as he peered at you. He pressed his lips to yours in a sudden kiss, and it didn’t take long for it to turn hot, messy, and downright filthy. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you drew him closer as your tongue pushed deeper inside of his mouth. He responded by pulling your lower lip between his teeth, biting so hard that a small bead of blood formed. He simply licked it away, thrusting so vigorously inside of you that you became worried about sliding off of the desk altogether.

“Michael,” you sighed against his lips.

“Fucking whore,” he replied, pulling back from the kiss. A string of saliva connected your lips to his, but neither of you did anything about it. You let it break on its own, and Michael’s movements became sloppier as he twitched inside of you. “Do you want Daddy to fill up this filthy pussy? Do you want to go home with my cum leaking out of you? As shameless as you are, I wouldn’t be fucking surprised.”

“Yes,” you said. “Please, I want it all. I want you to cum inside of me and make me an even bigger mess than I already am. Please, Daddy.”

“So depraved,” he panted, reaching underneath you to prop your hips up a bit more. “What a depraved little cunt you are.”

The new angle allowed him to hit directly into your G-spot, and you swore that you could see stars bursting over your vision. You clenched around him, the tightness in your stomach building and building until it finally exploded. You were cumming for the third time, your liquid coating his cock in fresh wetness as you moaned his name. Your nails scratched down his back, drawing blood, while your free hand yanked at his hair again. He watched as you unraveled on his cock, and the sight of it sent him to his own orgasm. He came deeply inside of you, painting your walls in his thick, sticky seed, collapsing on top of you as he tried to collect himself. He pulled out, and you felt his cum leaking out of you and onto the desktop.

“Fucking hell,” you said, chest heaving and a dazed grin on your face. “That was...wow.”

“I know,” he says smugly, sitting up and admiring his work. “Look at that. You’re oozing all over her workspace.”

“I should clean that up,” you said, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the desk.

“No,” Michael said. “Don’t. Leave it. I want her to see exactly what happens when you fuck with me, or with you. Maybe this will teach that uppity, queen-bee bitch a lesson on who she fucking works for and what happens when you act like you’re in charge.”

You shivered at the thought, and a smirk tilts your lips upward as you stood to retrieve your clothes. “Yeah, and maybe the security guards will show her the tape, too. Just so she can see what actually went on in here.”

“I’ll make sure that she does, trust me,” Michael stated, following suit and grabbing his own clothing from the floor. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you in my office, first thing tomorrow morning. I think I need you to show me a few more things that we didn’t get to cover tonight.”

You hooked your bra back on, adjusting it accordingly before pulling your shirt over your chest. “Like what?”

He sauntered over to you, fingers ghosting over the dried cum on your chest with a thoughtful grin. “I want you to show me how far you can take my cock down that perfect little throat of yours. Maybe, if you do it to my liking, I’ll let you ride me. You’ll get a chance to show me just how good of a cockwhore you truly fucking are.”

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Is It Wrong? (Michael Langdon X Reader)

SO! a couple months ago, @langdonsrapture and i had some... interesting conversations about stepdad duncan and stepbrother michael, and i ended up agreeing that i’d write a stepbro michael fic if she wrote a stepdad duncan fic. and she wrote her stepdad duncan fic, so..... i present to you, STEPBROTHER MICHAEL! i am so sorry for this foolishness.... (also, this is going to be a multi part series!!)

plot: michael langdon is a picture-perfect fuckboy, and, lucky for you, he’s also your stepbrother. how will you survive?

warnings: inappropriate relationships (I MEAN OBVIOUSLY), fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, high school au, drug mentions, alcohol mentions, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk

word count: 6k

tagging some people i think might be interested: @langdonsrapture @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @wroteclassicaly @langdonsinferno @americanhorrorstudies @sodanova @alicecooper19 @ccodyfern @starwlkers @duncvn @xtheinevitableprophecyx

The summer before your senior year of high school, your life was abruptly separated into two parts: before Michael Langdon, and after Michael Langdon. Up until then, your life had been peaceful- maybe a little boring, mundane, but peaceful all the same. You’d had a painfully average life with painfully average grades and a painfully average social life, but there was nothing to complain about, living in your modest high-ranch with your father in the middle of the suburbs.

And then your father met Miriam Mead Langdon, a slightly eccentric but nice-enough woman who oftentimes frequented the same grocery store he did. You hadn’t had a problem with Miriam; you were pleased to see your father happy after having been single for so long, ever since your mother passed away years before. No, you didn’t have a problem with Miriam- it was her son, Michael, that you couldn’t fucking stand.

Michael Langdon was everything you hated- cocky, rude, a smart-ass, spoiled. Everyone who met him seemed to fall under his spell, charmed by his smooth talking and boyish good looks, and so he always seemed to get whatever he wanted. There was no question of whether he was attractive, with soft waves of blond hair and admittedly beautiful baby blue eyes, paired with plump pink lips that always seemed to be curled into an infuriating smirk. Girls swooned over him, including your own friends (which you’d gagged over), and boys fought for his approval and friendship. It was beyond nauseating.

When your father had announced that he and Miriam were engaged, you’d been forced to swallow your distaste for the boy who, soon enough, would be your stepbrother. In June they were married, and soon afterwards, Miriam and Michael moved into your father’s home. Michael got the once-vacant guest room down the hall from your bedroom, and within a few days it had become an entirely new place; he’d plastered the walls with posters, depicting everything from horror movies to half-naked girls to metal bands. The top of his dresser was strewn with random things he’d thrown there: an empty Jack Daniels bottle, AXE body spray (because of course), an enormous glass-blown bong, a half-empty pack of Marlboro Reds, designer sunglasses. The entire room reeked of weed, sometimes drifting down the hall and into your room, but for some reason your father never mentioned it (which you were sure he would, had it been you who was stinking up the house and not Michael).

That entire summer, you were forced to witness Michael getting away with things you could never dream to: sneaking in girls at all hours of the night (no headphones were good enough to block out the scarring noises that left his room on these occasions), stealing your father’s expensive liquor from the glass-paneled cabinets, leaving the house at 1 am and coming back home after sunrise. It seemed that he was able to talk himself out of anything, and if you didn’t hate him so much, you might have even said you envied him a little.

The only upside was that you were graduating high school this year; the both of you would be off to college in the fall, and then you’d never have to see his stupid, smug face again. Or, at least, almost never.

That thought was the only thing that kept you from losing grip on your sanity; like a prayer, you’d tell yourself: only a few more months.

ii.

“Michael, I don’t know why you’re being so difficult. Just take your sister to school.” The even voice of Miriam filled your kitchen as you glared at Michael, who was slumped over a bowl of cereal- your cereal- at the kitchen table.

“My sister?” he repeated through a mouthful of corn flakes. You gagged dramatically, hoping the gesture caught his eye. “You guys got married not even four months ago and now I’m suddenly expected to act like she’s my blood relative?”

You rolled your eyes, frowning when he reached for the cereal box.

“Believe me, the feeling is mutual,” you muttered, grabbing the box away before he could take more from it.

“Michael,” said Miriam, her voice tinged with warning, but you knew she wasn’t actually going to do anything. Not to Michael, her precious, perfect baby boy who apparently could do not wrong. “You’re going to the same place. It only makes sense for you to drive her.”

“Whatever,” he griped, standing up to grab his backpack off the counter without bothering to put his dish away. Just as you’d expected, Miriam took his bowl and placed it in the sink without a word. “C’mon.”

You followed him to the front door, watching as he retrieved his ring of keys from the back pocket of his black skinny jeans.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just get a ride with (best friend’s name),” he said irritably.

“Because we’re no longer speaking, that’s why.”

“Is it because of-“ he paused, flashing you a shit-eating grin, cocking one eyebrow at you knowingly. Dickhead.

“What do you think?”

“Aww, come on, you’re still mad about that?” he chuckled, pulling his sunglasses off the front of his shirt and sliding them on.

“Yes.” You trailed behind Michael onto the porch, slamming the door behind you loudly. He dug his thumb into a button on his keys, and on cue his sports car- because of fucking course he had a sports car- let out its usual cheery beep as it unlocked.

“You mind getting in the back?” he asked you, tossing his keys up into the air idly and catching them before opening the driver side door.

You scoffed. “Um, yes, I mind?” You opened the passenger door defiantly to find the leather seat strewn with CDs, food wrappers, a math textbook which you highly doubted he used, and- you wrinkled your nose- was that a box of fucking condoms? Yep, condoms, Magnum XL with added lubrication (you seriously regretted taking the time to read the box).

“Ew, Michael,” you said, snatching up the box before tossing it into the back as though you might contract a deadly disease if you touched it for too long. “Very discreet.”

“What, was that the wittle virgin’s first time seeing condoms in real life?” he teased, slipping into the front seat and turning the key in ignition. You picked up as much of his junk as you could before throwing it haphazardly into the back, earning a wince from Michael.

“Not that I have anything to prove to you, but I’m not a virgin,” you lied.

“Riiiight.” He switched on the radio, screwing up his face indecisively as he flipped through the stations.

“No, seriously,” you said, getting in the passenger’s seat and shutting the car door. You considered putting on your seatbelt, but thought that might be something Michael would tease you about, so you refrained.

Why did you even care what he thought?

“Okay, then, who’d you do it with?” he said, reaching into the glove compartment to retrieve a crushed pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and stuck it between his teeth, rotating his body as he searched the floor of the car for a lighter.

Your lips turned down in disgust. “Can you not do that right now?”

“Uh, it’s my car,” he snapped, and you retreated. He found a lighter, flicking it on and off presumably to test if there was any fluid left, and then he lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke unfurl from his nose, before his face lit up once more with a mischievous grin. “Oh right. Who was it that you had sex with, again?”

You pressed your lips together, annoyed that he’d remembered. “You don’t know him.”

You couldn’t see his eyes due to the fact that they were covered with tinted lenses, but you were sure he’d narrowed them suspiciously in your direction at this. It was so obvious that you were full of shit, and you knew it. “I know pretty much everyone who goes to our school.”

“He doesn’t go to our school.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, unconvinced, but you were grateful when he didn’t press on further. He rolled down the window, bringing the cigarette to his plump lips as he backed out of the driveway, hardly bothering to glance over his shoulders. You weren’t entirely sure how he hadn’t been in a car accident yet. Probably just dumb luck, which Michael always seemed to have an abundance of.

You stared out the window for a while, arms crossed in front of your chest as you attempted to avoid the smoke that Michael made no effort to shield you from. The morning sun shone through the window and bounced off Michael’s effortless mop of blond waves, just slightly overgrown, which he’d attempted to neaten with the smallest hint of hair gel.

He looked like something from a movie, you decided, with his leather jacket and laid-back stance, reclined against the back of the seat with one hand resting on the wheel. You couldn’t help but notice his sharp, angular jawline, clenching slightly as he craned his neck to look at the road, and for a moment you almost caught yourself… admiring him.

You shuddered. Absolutely fucking not.

You were halfway to school when Michael decided to break the silence. “So you and (b/f/n) are really done being friends?”

“I mean, I very clearly asked her not to fuck my brother and she did anyway, so yes, really.”

You saw the vaguest hint of a smirk play at the corners of his lips, his stump of a cigarette dangling out from between them, and you fought back the urge to backhand him.

“So since you’re no longer friends,” he said, putting his cigarette out on the steering wheel and discarding it outside, “you won’t have a problem with us fucking again, then?”

Of fucking course. You should’ve known better than to believe he actually had any sort of interest in what went on in your life.

“I hate you so fucking much,” you murmured.

“I know,” he said, seeming pretty pleased with himself. Why the fuck did your father have to choose the mother of the worst goddamn person in the world to get married to?

Michael pulled up to the school and into his front-and-center reserved parking space, which he’d allegedly won year-round access to in some kind of charity raffle (though you had a sneaking suspicion it had more to do with the fact that every staff member at the school was practically up his ass and gave him whatever he wanted). Pulling the blinder down and sliding open the attached mirror, he examined his reflection for an unsettlingly long period of time before turning to you.

“Do you mind, like, not speaking to me when we get out of the car?”

You let out a huff as you stormed outside, swinging your backpack over your shoulders with exaggerated motions that you hoped were noticeable. Then, still not entirely satisfied, you flipped him the middle finger. From the driver’s seat, still entirely calm and composed, he laughed.

God, you hated him.

iii.

How you’d wound up getting a date with one of Michael’s fuckboy friends was beyond you.

You’d been stranded at school, because of course Michael had ditched you after you’d made him wait all of thirty seconds after the final bell sounded. Next thing you knew, a boy, whom you recognized as one of Michael’s friends, approached you as you wandered aimlessly by the front of the school- you’d exchanged the expected pleasantries (oh, you’re Michael’s sister, right? he’d asked, even though it wasn’t even a question, considering he was at your house almost every weekend) before he’d offered you a ride home, which you’d accepted perhaps against your better judgement.

On the drive home you’d made surprisingly easy conversation, and when he finally pulled up in front of your house, he stopped you before you got out of the car.

“I’d love to take you out sometime,” he’d said sweetly. “How about this weekend?”

Apprehensive as you were, you realized what a prime opportunity this would be to get Michael back. Also, he was pretty damn cute, with prominent dimples and curly brown hair and tanned skin. So you’d accepted the offer, and subsequently arranged for him to pick you up at 8:00 that Friday.

You couldn’t wait for Michael to find out.

iv.

“So how was school?” asked Miriam, shoveling a pile of mashed potatoes onto her plate with an unnaturally friendly grin plastered across her face. You always dreaded family dinners- the forced conversation, the fact that you had to pretend to get along with Michael, the awkward periods of silence as everyone quietly chewed on their food. To you, it was a nightmare, but your father insisted on having “quality family time” every night of the week, and so everyone was expected to be around the kitchen table at 6:00 sharp, no exceptions.

Even Michael wasn’t able to get out of the dinners; he’d attempted every excuse in the book, but your father had refused to let up. Tonight Michael had claimed that he had plans to study at the library- an obvious lie, even to your father, who truly thought Michael was some kind of golden boy; you’d reveled in the dejected look on his face as he’d grudgingly sat down across from you, unable to get his way for once in his charmed life.

“Fine,” you and Michael said in unison, responding to Miriam’s question.

“You kids always say that,” said your father. “Did anything interesting happen? Come on, there has to be more than one word to describe how your day went!”

“Well,” you said slowly, glancing up to see if Michael was paying attention; it didn’t appear that he was, his head resting in the palm of his hand, elbow settled on the edge of the table as he twirled and un-twirled his spaghetti on the end of his fork. You decided to proceed anyway. “I actually got asked out on a date.”

Michael’s head shot up to look at you, eyes wide. “No way. By who?”

You scowled at him. “None of your business.”

“It’s one of my friends, isn’t it?” He seemed pissed, perhaps a bit more pissed than you’d expected, and you were curious as to why he even cared so much.

“Maybe,” you said coyly, taking a sip of water. This was even more satisfying than you thought it would be, getting under his skin, and you made a mental note to try and piss him off more often.

“A date?” your father said, eyebrows furrowed in a stern expression. You weren’t exactly the most popular with boys, and so he wasn’t yet used to the prospect of his baby girl being taken out.

“Mhm,” you said, meeting your gaze with Michael’s and flashing him a barely-detectable wink. Goddamn, did it feel good to finally have the upper hand.

“Well, that’s exciting,” said Miriam. “He’s a very lucky guy.”

Michael still appeared to be beside himself. “Which friend was it? Was it Jacob? Matthew? Chris?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious,” he said, balling his fists up on either side of his plate so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Okay, what the hell was his problem?

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to run around with my friends as much as you want, but if I wanna have fun and go out with one of your friends, it’s not allowed? Grow up, dickhead.”

“Language,” scolded your father. You ignored him.

Michael’s nostrils flared, and for a fleeting second, you almost thought he looked cute, all riled up and angry like this. The second the thought crossed your mind, you shuddered, willing it away as quickly as it had come.

“This is different,” said Michael, giving you a pointed look that said, you know what I’m talking about but I can’t say it right now because our parents are sitting right here.

Still, you weren’t actually sure you did know what he was talking about.

“No, it’s not. You’re just mad that someone’s finally giving you a taste of your own medicine,” you spat, abruptly jumping to your feet and picking up your half-full plate of food. “I have homework to do,” you said to your father, not giving him a chance to protest as you hurried over to the sink and dropped your plate in.

You’d just gotten settled on your bed when Michael barged into your room, startling you as he burst through the door without warning.

“You know he’s gonna try and fuck you, right?” was the first thing he said, somewhat smug as he leant against the doorframe to look at you.

“You don’t even know who I’m going out with,” you said as dismissively as you could manage, barely looking up from the Youtube video you were watching.

“If it’s one of my friends, he’s gonna try to fuck you, believe me.” He waited for you to react, and when you didn’t, he let out a condescending snort. “Have fun explaining to him that you’re a big fucking virgin.”

This caught your attention, and you averted your eyes up to your stepbrother, his hair just starting to fall from its hold, soft curls clinging to his forehead and neck. He looked so much more innocent like this- sweet, even, dressed in his plaid flannel sleep pants and plain white t-shirt rather than his usual all-black ensemble. He had one toned arm hooked in front of his chest, long fingers wrapped around the bicep of his opposite arm, his muscles rippling slightly with each movement of his upper body. You licked your lips, mouth suddenly going dry.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you asked him sincerely, as if he might decide to drop his act and actually explain to you what was upsetting him.

“I don’t have a problem. You know, excuse me for looking out for my little sister.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pajama bottoms for added emphasis, slumping his shoulders dramatically.

At this, you laughed, full and genuine. What a load of shit.

“First of all, Michael, I’m a month younger than you. And second of all, we both know you don’t give a fuck about me. So cut the shit.”

He sneered. “Whatever. I hope you like getting fucked and dumped.”

With that, he turned on his heels, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway and leaving you alone and, quite frankly, confused.

You were in the midst of straightening your hair on Friday night when someone began pounding urgently on the bathroom door. You didn’t have to see the person on the other side, though, to know exactly who it was.

“What do you want, Michael?” You eased the iron down on a chunk of your hair, taking extra precaution not to accidentally burn yourself.

“You’ve been in there long enough,” he said, voice muffled by the barrier of the door. “I need to shower.”

“You showered this morning, dumbass,” you said, setting down the straightener for a moment to apply some eyeliner along the band of your upper eyelashes. You weren’t exactly well-versed in the art of makeup, but considering tonight was the night of your first real date, you’d decided to do some experimenting with the little makeup you owned.

“I have to pee,” he pressed on. You had been in the bathroom for a long time, enjoying yourself as you got ready and listened to music in only your underwear, but in all honesty you were having fun pissing Michael off.

“Too bad.” You brushed some light pink blush onto your cheeks, leveling your head back and forth in the mirror to make sure it wasn’t too much.

There was a scraping noise as the door swung open- that lock had always been faulty. Your arms flew up to your nearly-exposed chest, and your face bloomed deep red as Michael’s pale eyes dropped downwards towards the smooth expanse of your chest. His mouth fell agape before he shut it again, taking a step back, and you could’ve sworn that he, too, was blushing. Or at least it looked that way. It could be the crappy bathroom lighting, you supposed.

He quickly composed himself, poising an eyebrow at you.

“You own a matching bra and underwear set?” he mused.

You shifted, wishing he would just fuck off already, all at once feeling very insecure in your pale pink set that you’d purchased on sale at Victoria’s Secret a few days before. It was your first ever “nice” set of lingerie, and even though you weren’t necessarily planning for anything sexual to happen on your date, you’d thought that tonight would be the perfect occasion to wear it.

“Uh, yeah?” you said, hoping you came off as nonchalant as possible.

“Did you buy that just for tonight?” he asked you with a mocking twinge to his voice, eyes flashing venomously. Your skin prickled in embarrassment, and you looked away.

“No,” you said, picking up the hair straighter again and clamping it around another section of your hair.

“Aww, is tonight the night? Finally getting rid of that v-card?” You focused on your reflection, knowing that the cocky expression no doubt plastered across his face would only serve in making your blood boil.

“Will you just fuck off?” You shoved his firm chest with your free hand, hardly stirring him at all. He snickered, lips twitching at your attempt at being assertive.

“Have fun tonight,” he said in a singsong tone. “But just don’t expect some kind of amazing romantic experience. He’ll probably never call you again once he blows his load inside you.”

Before you could retaliate, he slammed the door shut, and you could hear him laughing to himself as he retreated to his bedroom down the hall. You could still smell his cologne, lingering in the air, even once he was gone.

All at once, a pit formed in your stomach.

vi.

The date was fine, until it wasn’t anymore.

Michael’s friend had arrived at 8:00 on the dot, wasting no time before he began showering you with compliments- he’d remarked that you smelled amazing, making a point to bring his face close to your neck and inhale deeply, which you’d giggled in response to. He’d gushed over how well your maroon sweater flattered your skin tone, eyes just barely ghosting over your cleavage.

First he’d taken you to a diner. Nothing fancy, but you still appreciated the gesture all the same. Over pancakes you’d discussed your plans for after high school, among other things, and you’d been pleased to find how well you both got along.

After dinner was when things had gone downhill. Instead of driving to the local bowling alley, like he’d told you he would, you’d both somehow ended up on the other side of town, parked outside of an abandoned supermarket.

Here we fucking go, you thought to yourself as he shut off the car and stared at you expectantly.

“So,” he said lowly, leaning in towards you while one hand slipped down the side of your seat, pushing down the lever to recline the back. “What do you wanna do now?”

“I thought we were going bowling,” you deadpanned. Perhaps you might have considered doing something sexual with the boy, had he not pulled some shit like this, but now there wasn’t a fucking chance.

“Mmm,” he said, and you cringed at his attempt at sounding sexy as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. “I think I know a different game we can play.”

You lifted your shoulders up, the suddenness of your motions jerking his head back. “I think you need to take me home.”

He knit his brows, face falling, as he sat upright again. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Very much so,” you retorted, folding your arms in front of you.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“And you’re a colossal fucking douchebag.”

You hated that Michael had been right about something, and you most certainly weren’t looking forward to explaining what had happened when you arrived home. You felt stupid, naive, but knew you had nobody to blame but yourself. Your heart sank- there was no way Michael would ever let you live this down.

The drive home was completely silent, and the boy didn’t wait for you to get inside before he sped off into the night. Not that you’d expected him to, after he’d revealed himself to be such a complete and utter fuckboy.

It was barely 9:30 when you arrived through the front door, trying your best to make as little noise as possible so as not to alert anyone of your arrival. The second you’d shut the door behind you, the first tear fell- you hadn’t even realized you were on the verge of crying, but now tears were flowing freely down your cheeks. You wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve, inadvertently staining the fabric with eyeliner, and you let out a second choked sob at the sight.

You reached down to take off your boots, creeping up the stairs with as much stealth as you could muster. The last thing you wanted right now was for Michael to approach you, especially not while you were vulnerable like this.

Sniffling gently, you padded across the wood flooring to your bedroom, gritting your teeth in concentration as you tiptoed past Michael’s room. Your fingers had just barely brushed your doorknob, however, when you heard Michael’s voice behind you.

“Back already?”

You nearly had a heart attack right then, crying out when his voice cut brashly through the silence. You whipped around, no longer worried about preserving your pride, tear-filled eyes squinted in frustration.

“Yep, I’m back. And before you ask, yes, you were right. He was a fucking asshole. Go ahead and laugh, I don’t give a shit.”

He seemed surprised, the amused look on his face faltering ever-so-slightly. “Told you so.”

He tilted his head, leaning his weight onto his shoulder which rested against the doorframe. It appeared like he wanted to say something else, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“You know, uh, you might feel better if you smoked some weed.” He pointed over his shoulder into his room. For a moment, you were speechless. Was he—inviting you to hang out with him? “I have some good shit. If you wanna smoke some with me.”

You blinked in disbelief. Was this some sort of sick joke? Something about the way he looked at you, though, told you that he was being serious. Giving him a weak half-smile, you patted away the remainder of your tears with the edge of your sleeve.

“You know what? I think I will.”

vii.

Lying on your back, you watched Michael’s color lamp fade from color to color with bated breath, entranced with the hazy display. The world was so much more beautiful like this, you thought, vision blurred around the edges with a soft glow.

You’d never been high before, but after taking one hit from Michael’s bong (and getting laughed at for coughing so hard), you were gone. Michael was just as stoned as you were, his bloodshot eyes drooping at the corners, lying next to you with his hands folded over his chest.

It was probably the first time the two of you had ever gotten along. You’d talked for what felt like hours- about what, you could hardly remember, but your stomach muscles ached from how hard you’d been laughing all night. Maybe Michael isn’t such a dick, after all, you’d thought in passing.

You turned your head over to Michael, whose porcelain skin was bright pink from the light of the color lamp, and without thinking you reached out and touched his cheek.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile, full lips curving upwards on one side, voice raspy and thick.

“Your face is pink.”

“So’s yours.”

You both stared at each other before erupting into hysterics, and then, out of nowhere, Michael’s lips were planted hard against yours. It happened so unexpectedly that it took you a moment to register what had happened, but your lips had already begun to move fluidly against his before the thought processed in your mind.

You whimpered, grasping at the front of his t-shirt and twisting the fabric in your palms, his tongue sliding past your teeth and into your mouth. You could taste his favorite cinnamon gum, the flavor melding seamlessly with that of stale cigarettes, and your breath hitched as he rolled on top of you, propping himself up with his arms on either side of you.

You panted breathlessly beneath him, lifting your hand to the back of his neck and pulling him back down towards you. You craned your neck to meet your lips with his again, your teeth clashing noisily as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled away, a silvery string of spit stretched between your mouths.

What the fuck was happening?

“I knew it,” he mumbled against your jaw, sending vibrations through your body and straight to your cunt.

“Knew what?” You writhed as his torso pushed against yours, feeling the hard protrusion in the front of his flannel pants against your thigh.

“That you’re a virgin. You can’t even kiss properly.”

You gaped at him, heart racing when he brought one hand to wander underneath your sweater, gripping your right breast roughly. You mewled at the possessiveness of his touch, sinking your teeth into your lower lip, and he smirked.

“So sensitive,” he remarked. He pulled down the cups of your bra and tweaked your nipple before massaging it roughly with his thumb, earning him a breathy moan from the back of your throat. “Mm, you like having your big brother touch you, baby?”

You nodded fervently, the ache of your cunt intensifying now, his head moving to the crook of your neck to plant sloppy kisses along your throat. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? What you touch yourself thinking about, late at night when you think nobody can hear you.”

Your eyes widened, gasping slightly when he attached his lips to your neck and began sucking a bruise onto the tender stretch of skin. He brought his hand out from under your shirt, running his fingertips along your bottom lip, and obediently you opened up for him.

He slid two of his fingers into your mouth and over your warm tongue, pressing down as he gathered your saliva on the calloused skin. He bit down slightly on your neck before swiping his tongue over the freshly-formed hickey, relieving you of the small bit of pain he’d caused.

“M-michael,” you whined, once he’d pulled his fingers from your mouth. He shifted himself so he was resting on his side beside you, bringing his wet fingers down to your pelvis and undoing the button of your jeans.

“You want your big bro to make you cum on his fingers? Hm?”

The vulgarity of your words sent a fresh wave of arousal between your thighs, and you groaned.

“Hm?” he repeated, moving his hand from the waistband of your jeans to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“God, yes,” you breathed. At this point, you were too far gone to think about how goddamn wrong this was. You’d never felt this way before, never been so turned on, and there was nothing in the world that could make you want to stop now.

He exhaled sharply in what sounded like a slight chuckle, and he returned his hand to the zipper of your jeans, pulling it down and shoving his hand into your underwear in one swift motion. You melted at the feeling of his damp fingers moving down the smooth layer of hair along your pubic bone, forming small circles over your clit once he reached it.

“Fuck-“ you exclaimed; all his experience with girls must’ve really paid off, because he knew what he was doing- carefully he pulled back your hood, exposing your pulsing clit, and with his middle finger he tapped lazy patterns on the bud.

Your stomach clenched as he dragged his fingers along your slit, spreading the abundant wetness there and sending shivers down your spine. Parting your lips, he pressed one finger to your entrance experimentally, kissing your shoulder almost comfortingly as he eased it inside.

“So fucking tight,” he rasped, sinking his finger further inside you with a lewd squelching sound. It was your first time being penetrated, and it burned as you felt your walls being stretched out, but within seconds the discomfort was overtaken with pleasure. “My little sis is so wet for me.”

He began pumping in and out steadily, your hips rocking against his hand instinctively, and it wasn’t long before he added a second finger; your jaw unhinged at the intrusion, your thighs spreading further to welcome him inside.

“Michael,” you moaned, eyes rolling back when he quickened his pace, repositioning himself so he could thumb your clit with his free hand. He tilted his head up, biting your swollen lower lip and pulling it towards him, toying with your clit so intensely that it was almost too much.

“You wanna cum, baby?” His hot breath warmed your cheek and desperately you bobbed your head up and down.

He slipped his hand out from between your legs, resulting in a disappointed groan passing your lips. Taking hold of the denim material clinging to your hips, he worked down your jeans and tugged them off, leaving you in only the pale pink lacy thong he’d seen you in earlier.

It was crazy, really, how drastically things had changed in a matter of a few hours.

He crawled down the bed and nestled himself between your legs, spreading them once he’d removed the thin scrap of fabric that was your underwear. You were overtaken with goosebumps as the air hit your throbbing core, his lips brushing teasingly over your inner thighs. You bucked your hips up and he snickered, pushing your pelvis back down on the mattress with one hand.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” he purred.

You would’ve shot him a look of distaste, had you not been so worked up.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue up your slit, your hand immediately flying down to tightly grasp at his mess of curls. He glanced up at you from underneath his eyelashes, eyes heavy-lidded from both lust and the THC in his system.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he said, swirling his tongue over your sensitive clit. You twitched, tugging at the root of his hair perhaps a bit too hard, grinding your hips up against his face. Latching his lips around your bundle of nerves, he sucked ruthlessly, sliding two fingers past your entrance for a second time and thrusting them deep.

“That’s it, cum for your big brother.” His words reverberated against your cunt and you cried out, threading his soft hair between your fingers.

He applied even more suction to your clit, turning his fingers inside you and curling them expertly to brush against your spongey inner walls.

It didn’t take much more of this for you to cum, the coil in your stomach snapping without warning. You cried out in ecstasy, your narrow walls tightening around his slender fingers, abdomen tightening as your orgasm flooded throughout your trembling body.

He didn’t stop until you fell back limply into his pillows, chest rising and falling and eyelids fluttering. Finally he pulled away, wiping your juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, a devious grin situated across his lips.

“And to think, all this time I thought you hated me.”

All you could do was roll your eyes.

#michael langdon #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon one shot #cody fern #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #apocalypse #ahs imagines #mine #duncan shepherd

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M A S T E R L I S T

*denotes smut

+denotes completed series

Updated 10/23/20

Michael Langdon

Series

+As Above, So Below--Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

+Shatter--Your coven is at war with the Antichrist, who has sworn to bring about the total destruction of the world. The only problem is that your mortal enemy just happens to be your boyfriend, Michael Langdon. After the coven decides that your relationship can't stand, Michael takes action.

Mad Love--A normal evening of studying quickly goes wrong when you’re kidnapped. Things somehow manage to take a turn for the worse when you find out why: to be the bride of the Antichrist

Oneshots

And God Made Eve to Bear the Curse (vampire!Michael)*--Michael wants one thing, and one thing only–to drink from the oasis between your thighs.

Chord Progressions--In the post-apocalyptic world, you find music to be the only thing that makes living in an underground bunker with a bunch of spoiled rich people tolerable. The time finally comes for your interview with the mysterious Cooperative member, Langdon. Will you find your way to salvation? Or will there be more questions than answers?

Bathe Me In Blood*--After your numerous questions, Michael invites you to observe as he conducts one of his rituals. The turn that it takes is a welcome surprise for both parties.

Late-Night Reading--Your new friend Michael (aka the Antichrist) asks you to read to him one night after he has a nightmare.

Ride It Out--The end of the world is terrifying, even when you’re the Antichrist’s lover.

Driver’s Ed--Michael really wants to learn how to drive a car.

A Sanctuary Within the Sanctuary--The end of the world is more difficult to deal with than you had anticipated. Michael, appreciative of how you’ve stuck by him, decides to show you his thanks.

Practice Makes Perfect*--Michael wants a baby. You want a baby.

In the Clouds*--After a heated argument leads Michael to show you who’s in charge, you float off into the clouds.

Baby Love--You find out you’re pregnant, and now comes the hard part: Surprising Michael.

Sacrificial Lambs--What you thought was just going to be an event to meet the members of Michael’s Satanic church turns into a ritual sacrifice, followed by your unofficial ‘dark’ baptism. As any normal person, you don’t take the murders of two innocent people well.

Hurt--After an intense fight, Michael inadvertently causes what he does best: Hurt.

Sweet as Cyanide--Michael makes his final decisions for the Sanctuary, and leaves you with a cryptic warning about the upcoming Halloween party.

Without a Word--You’ve always been the light to Michael’s dark, the one who makes everyone smile instead of the one who scares people with a mere glance. Michael has never seen the clouds that lurk inside of you, threatening to spill over and ruin your carefully-constructed image.

Twilight, Eat Your Heart Out (vampire!Michael)--Pondering your own mortality is never a good long-term solution, especially when you have to compare it to the immortal vampire you’ve found yourself entangled in a relationship with.

Family Man--Michael brings his family along to the last Outpost after realizing that he’s not willing to sacrifice his loved ones for his father’s plan.

Lost In the Shadows--As a naturally curious person, the odd mannerisms of your elusive new boss pique your interest, making you determined to figure out who, or what, he is.

Thinking of Sin (CAOS!au)*--Michael, having fully embraced his title as Antichrist and heir to the throne of Hell, invites you to join him as his father’s church, the Church of Night, celebrates one of their most sacred holidays: Lupercalia, the festival of passion.

Creature of the Night (vampire!Michael)*--Michael indulges one of your secret fantasies on Halloween.

Heaven & Hell Were Words to Me*--A surprise takes a turn that should be sickening, but instead only serves to draw you even further into the web that Michael has woven.

Labyrinth King!Michael headcanons

Vampire Michael Musings

The Thrill of the Chase--Your path once again crosses with Michael’s, this time under much more dire circumstances. Life and death, specifically yours, has suddenly never been more prevalent in your mind.

Marry the Night--Outpost 3 has never been quiet. When you awake and find that, for the first time in months, there’s nothing but silence, you’re determined to get to the bottom of it. Soon, you’ll wish that you had stayed in bed.

Warm and Real and Bright--A Tangled!AU, with Michael as a dark Flynn Rider and reader as Rapunzel.

Duncan Shepherd

Series

Love Me Now+--Meeting Duncan’s family for the first time, you’re faced with the glaringly obvious facts: You don’t belong.

Part One | Part Two

Memento Mori--When being in the wrong place at the wrong time lands (Y/N) in the blood-stained hands of D.C.’s most notorious crime boss, Duncan Shepherd, she finds herself unexpectedly in his debt. Perhaps owing the dangerous man a favor would be more torturous if he weren’t so engaging.

Beauty and the Beast!Duncan Shepherd AU

Wilted Roses Smell Just as Sweet--How Duncan came to become the monster that he is when he and reader’s paths cross.

This Place of Wrath and Tears--Jim is missing, and nothing can prepare you for what you stumble upon in your quest to find him.

A Gentleman’s Guide to Wooing Your Prisoner--You begin to resign yourself to life in a prison cell, when things somehow manage to become even stranger. Alternately, Duncan deals with his staff and fellow prisoners having hope for the first time since the curse was placed on his home and everyone in it.

This Cruel Trick of Fate--A quick blurb from Duncan’s POV.

Down the Rabbit Hole--You make a decision about your stay at the enchanted manor, but at what cost?

Oneshots

Gala Blues*--At a political gala, you’re ridiculed and objectified by some of Duncan’s colleagues. A fight ensues between you and Duncan, continuing to a standoff that can only end in one way.

Kiss Me Through the Phone--The Republican jerk who follows you on Twitter turns out to actually be kind of nice. You’re more than content with him just being an internet acquaintance, but plans change when it turns out that he’s going to be attending the same event tonight as you.

Come Out and Play*--Your boyfriend, Duncan, has a few tricks up his sleeve to help you relax after the stressful day you had.

From the Desk Of...*--The mandatory class you’re forced to take this semester is enough to make you consider dropping out of college. The only thing that makes it bearable is your teacher: Professor Duncan Shepherd. He’s smart, handsome, witty, and, not to mention, twenty years your senior.

Like an Animal* (werewolf!Duncan)--Duncan finds himself in big trouble when he gets trapped in an elevator with you the night before his shift and in the midst of his heat. (Werewolf!Duncan Shepherd)

Service With a Scribble--Duncan’s a dick to a cashier, and (Y/N) decides to get back at him with a healthy dose of kindness.

Violent Delights* (incubus!Duncan)--Accidentally summoning a seductive incubus leaves you between a rock and a hard place, but do you really want out of this as much as you claim?

As the World Falls Down--You’ve stood by Duncan through thick and thin, but when the true intention of the app he’s been developing is revealed, everything crashes down around you.

Inside Out--After one too many instances of Duncan being the token stuck-up rich guy, you’re ready to show him how the rest of America lives by taking him through a day in your life.

All the Time In the World--Life has thrown you a few curveballs lately. Between absolute chaos wreaking havoc at your job, being too busy to sleep and your schedule not meshing with Duncan’s, you’re stressed beyond measure. So stressed, in fact, that you don’t notice you miss your period until you’re two weeks late.

Duncan Shepherd NSFW Alphabet*

Jim Mason

Oneshots

Kiss of Fire*--You only want what’s best for Jim, and that includes staying clean of drugs. Jim, who’s been bottling up his true feelings for so long, finally snaps after he finds out you flushed his stash.

Half of My Heart--Jim was supposed to be better now. After his psychotic break, you and Medina had made sure that it was impossible for him to slip back into his old habits. But the morning comes, and so does the realization that he’s been lying to both of you.

Xavier Plympton

Truth or Dare--A oneshot of Xavier being dared to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, and you’re the one that the group chooses to go with him.

Still Lovin’ You--You’re smoking weed with Xavier in the back of the infamous Vanta-C when things get a little steamy.

Shot Through the Heart--Being a ghost, you could handle. Your boyfriend killing people? Not so much.

Welcome Home (Sanitarium)--After two years, Xavier returns to the spot where he nearly lost his life...and where you did.

Cum On Feel the Noize*--Xavier has ideas on how to spice up your boring shift.

#masterlist #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon imagines #michael langdon x reader #Michael Langdon x you #duncan shepherd #Duncan Shepherd imagine #Duncan Shepherd x reader #jim mason #Jim Mason imagine #Jim Mason x reader #xavier plympton #xavier plympton imagine #xavier plympton x reader

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michael-langdon-appreciation · 5 years

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Part 12 of the foursome? x

I really wanted to get something out for you all tonight as it’s been a while. If I don’t post tonight it wouldn’t be till Mon/Tues due to my work schedule and adding more onto Part 12. I went ahead with a slightly smaller update which has much in it as we wind down to our final - Part 13 which will be an epic and then one final epilogue.

Enjoy the penultimate part of the foursome!

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PART 12

Y/N

Despite being somewhat kidnapped by the Antichrist, life persisted relatively normally if Y/N ignored the fact that no one knew where she was….and she had no access to her phone.

Michael smashed it the moment she tried to fight back. He’d made the phone fly across the air into his open hand and crushed it beneath his boots. It was far too easy for Jim or Duncan to track her through it, thereby jeopardising Michael’s entire plan. Y/N had fought and screamed and threatened him all to no avail.

There was never any stopping Michael Langdon when he wanted something.

For the most part, Michael was the perfect man. Attentive to her every need, he’d bought a calendar with Y/N’s proposed due date written in blood red ink on the correct date. Not that he would miss it for the life of him. In the weeks leading up to the babies birth Michael made sure to spend as much time as he possibly could with Y/N. Baths became a nightly occurrence and while drifting asleep in his arms she’d often hear him talking to his little one.

That was someone they had discovered. Michael’s child, attuned and already so fiercely intelligent could understand its father. The child would kick wildly when Michael came home after running errands or working with the Cooperative. Y/N would be in agony from how excitable the child was, right up until the moment Michael’s warm hands rested on her stomach, his voice soft. ‘Not too hard, little one.’ He murmurs, ‘We don’t want to hurt Mommy, or your twin.’

The baby would stop immediately, bringing out Michael’s beautiful smile. ‘They understand you.’ Y/N marvels, ‘Do you think they know not to hurt Jim’s child?’

‘I’ve asked and asked.’ Michael replies, ‘All we can do is hope for the best, and I’ll be monitoring everything during the entire birth.’

Y/N’s eyes run over his shining hair, golden curls bouncing as Michael rises. ‘Dinner,’ He offers, ’Something nutritious.’ He decides, consulting the kitchen.

‘You can’t cook.’

‘We’ll order something nutritious.’

Y/N can’t help a soft smile, ‘I’m still mad at you.’ She says. ‘Not as mad as Jim and Duncan will be, but I can’t deny that you really want this to go well, don’t you.’ Her eyes fall to her rotund stomach, the due date is any day now. ‘At first I thought you were only concerned with your baby. But having been with you for…’

‘Three months.’ Michael supplies, browsing Uber Eats.

‘I’ve seen how much you love both these children.’

Michael looks up, ‘I love you.’ He says, his voice firm. ‘I love Jim and I love Duncan. Despite our differences…how things are right now. I would never do anything to harm them. I hope you have always believed that.’

Her hand finds his and places it on her stomach, ‘I do.’

Michael’s other hand smoothes over Y/N’s tummy. His eyebrows draw together in concentration as he listens to his child, ‘She’s strong.’ He murmurs, ‘Powerful.’

‘She?’ Y/N breathes.

Michael’s mouth falls open, ‘I’m so sorry!’ His eyes turn immediately regretful, as if he’d like nothing more than to shove his words back into his mouth. ‘I’m sorry! You didn’t want to know!’

‘I didn’t.’ Y/N’s hands take hold of Michael’s again, ‘But I’m not mad. I’m done being mad at you.’

He surges upwards, pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. Her arms wind around Michael and up into his golden hair that tickles her face. ‘I will give our baby the entire world.’ He promises between kisses, ‘I know I’m a monster and I have so much to learn but I vow to you Y/N. I’m here. I always will be. No matter what.’

She hushes him, her fingers working into the back his neck. Michael loosens at once, like water in her grasp as a gasp leaves him. ‘You’re happy with me?’ He asks, ‘You don’t wish you could be back with them do you?’

‘Right now I don’t want anyone else but-’ But no more words leave her lips. A spatter cuts off her very thoughts, both sets of eyes looking down at the puddle quickly staining through Y/N’s sweatpants.

‘The babies,’ Michael whispers, ‘No….they’re too early.’

‘No! Michael!’ She gasps, ‘Please! Tell them it’s not time yet!’

‘Sorry darling,’ The Antichrist sweeps her into his arms, already moving to the bedroom. ‘But when a child is ready to be born there’s no stopping it.’

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DUNCAN

Endless phone calls. Hundreds of emails. Duncan had shouted at more people than he could ever remember and chased more false leads than Sherlock Holmes. Even with the combined efforts of the FBI and the Shepherd’s Private Detective it was Jerome who finally came up with a solid lead. At the first Duncan had laughed in his face. The idea so preposterous and crazy. Not to mention something which wasn’t even real. But Jerome, more than anyone Duncan had ever met was persistent till Duncan relented. Finally, someone knew where Michael Langdon was.

‘They’ve got something.’ He declares, bursting into the apartment.

Jim lifts his head, bloodshot and tired eyes trying to take in Duncan’s words, ‘They found her?’ His voice rises with hope, ‘They got him?’

‘I don’t know, Jimmy.’ Duncan says, snatching up his wallet and keys. ‘But we gotta go. She’s heavily pregnant, Y/N will need all the help she can get.’

‘He wouldn’t hurt her!’ Jim cries, staggering to his feet. ‘If he’s even put a finger on her-’

‘We can do this later, Jim. Right now we need to find my fiancee.’

Those words ground Jim at once, ‘You’re right.’ He wipes away his exhaustion on the stuffed whale in his hand. ‘Let’s…let’s go.’

They take the elevator down, Jim trying to maintain his cool. ‘Did the FBI find something?’

‘Jerome.’

‘I knew he was shady.’

‘He certainly has some wild connections.’ Duncan leads the way to an SUV with blacked out windows.

Jim is hot on his heels, ‘With who?’ He opens the door for Jim and climbs in after him, nodding to the albino security. Jim’s eyes rove all over the silent men, ’New uh security guys?’

‘They’re not mine.’ Duncan reaches immediately for the glass Tumblr filled to the brim with whiskey and takes a swig. ‘Jerome is staying with them for now, monitoring things on their end. If they get a whiff that something changes Jerome will let us know.’

He catches Jim’s adam’s apple bob, ‘You don’t mean-’

Duncan hums, ‘Cordelia Goode and her school of witches isn’t fake news.’

‘Jesus Christ.’

‘We��ll need his help too.’

Duncan squeezes Jim’s hand. The poor guy looks as if someone’s told him the sky is pink after all, ‘Breathe, Jim.’

‘I am.’ He wheezes, his eyes never leaving the security duo. ‘Are….are they?’

‘No.’

Both Jim and Duncan jump, not expecting either of the men to speak. Behind matching dark glasses the Albinos give nothing away as they sit as immovable as statues.

‘It was the witches who tracked down where Michael’s been hiding her.’ Duncan continues, ‘And you’ll never guess where we’re heading.’

‘Duncan, please no riddles.’ Jim sighs, ‘I don’t have it in me.’

Sympathy coils inside Duncan. He may have his fiancee on the line, but Duncan knows within his heart of hearts that Michael isn’t going to harm Y/N. He can’t put himself first right now. He needs to support Jim, Jim who has a baby on the line. That little one’s life depends on how quickly they make it to Michael’s location.

He can’t win. He won’t. Even if Duncan has to take him out doing so.

’Maybe he knew of the plan?’ Duncan offers, ‘He was ahead of us the whole time.’

‘But we changed our minds.’ Jim protests, ‘We weren’t gonna go through with it!’

‘Michael might not know that though.’ Duncan glowers at Jim, ‘And if I hadn’t removed that chloroform from your car before Jerome took it to get cleaned we would have been in a lot more shit.’

Jim blanches, ‘You…know about that?’

‘You’re a desperate man, Jim.’ Duncan sighs, ‘So fucking stupid. But desperate. You came upstairs, you didn’t go through with it. That’s why I forgave you in the end.’

Silence falls in the car. It’s not uncomfortable, but filled to the brim with nerves. Anticipation crawls up the windows and elicits goosebumps all over Duncan.

Please. Please let them kids be okay.

‘Why would she go.’ Jim rests his head against the glass, ‘We’re never gonna be enough.’

‘She loves him.’ Duncan admits, ‘You can’t just switch off your feelings for someone. I know I’ve tried.’

Jim’s fingers squeeze Duncan’s back. His eyes penetrate Duncan’s own, ‘Me too.’

The gap between the two disappears as Jim’s lips fall against Duncan’s. His hand cups the back of Jim’s head, keeping their lips together. It’s everything Duncan didn’t know he was craving. Just how much he has missed Jim and that salty spearmint taste he always has from chewing gum. A habit back from his bleaker days to mask the smell of cigarettes and other substances. Jim’s tongue slips against Duncan’s bottom lip, but before they can go any further someone clears their throat. The two men split apart, the door open as Duncan looks out of the window.

‘You’re kidding.’ Jim breathes, his fists clenching together.

‘No one would ever look here.’ Duncan climbs out of the car, following the Albinos. ‘Back where it all began.’ He walks into the all-too familiar building and summons the elevator to take them to the penthouse. The first apartment Michael Langdon ever owned. The one he took Duncan to when Duncan was lost and alone in the world. When nothing made sense but the magical man who swept him out of despair and made him whole again.

Before Y/N. Before Jim.

‘We sold it when you came into the picture.’ Duncan knows that Jim is aware of this place, despite having never been here himself. ‘I didn’t know he still had it though.’

The elevator doors open and Duncan leads the way inside. They ride in silence, but the sound of screams echo from the eleventh floor all the way up to the sixteenth. Duncan turns terrified eyes onto Jim, his horror mirrored in the slackened-sick look on Jim’s face.

‘We’re too late.’

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sojourne · 6 years

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Rehearsal

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Reader x Duncan Shepherd

Plot: Your best friends, Michael and Duncan (who are also your co-stars) discover that you have to film a sex scene, and after finding out you're nervous about it, they decide to... Rehearse it with you.

Warnings: Alternate Universe (Actors), Friends to lovers, Threesome (F/M/M), Daddy kink, Loss of virginity, Oral sex, Praise Kink, Biting, Sloppy Seconds

Notes: So, I don't know if any of you guys follow @lvngdvns, (and if you don’t you absolutely should!) but if you do, I'm sure you've seen someone calling themselves the "G&F Muse" in Anon messages. Surprise, that's me! I messaged her a while ago about an AU where Michael, Duncan and the reader are actors, and she said I could write it if I wanted! Also, I hope it's not too OOC. I've never seen a single episode of House of Cards and although I finally started watching AHS I haven't watched Apocalypse yet. Anyways, I hope ya'll like it!

“Okay, just make yourselves at home I guess-“

Before you could even finish your sentence Duncan was already running past you, jumping onto your bed and sending your blankets and pillows scattering all over the floor of your trailer. You could only stare at him in disbelief as he looked up at you with a cheeky grin on his face, wiggling into the mattress and making himself comfortable.

“What did you think was going to happen, Y/N? You know how he is,” Michael said from behind you, patting your back reassuringly before moving past you into the cramped trailer. You sighed, walking over and plopping down onto the bed on top of Duncan’s legs, making him grunt.

“Can you guys just focus for two seconds? We’re supposed to be rehearsing,” you said, exasperation clear in your voice. Duncan only rolled his eyes playfully while Michael took a seat on the couch across from your bed, observing you both. Duncan pulled his legs out from under you and sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as Michael handed out the scripts before starting to flip through his. You took yours, sighing and beginning to page through it.

You, Michael and Duncan had known each other for a few years now, first meeting on the set of a TV show you all had minor parts in. You three had grown extremely close to each other, and even though none of you ever got very big parts in whatever your were filming, it was still fun acting in small TV shows with them. Plus, since none of you were very busy, it meant more time to hang out and annoy each other both on and off set.

“This looks boring,” Duncan mumbled from your side, making you roll your eyes. Despite the fact that he and Michael were both your best friends, you had to admit that you wished they were more. They were both not only attractive but incredibly funny and caring, but you three never went further than playful flirting, which was disappointing to you. Although you would never mention that, not wanting to ruin your friendship with them.

“You won’t think it’s boring when you read what’s on page ten,” Michael murmured with a hint of amusement in his voice, Duncan staring at him in confusion before flicking through his script, eyes scanning page ten before his mouth dropped open slightly.

“What?” You asked, glancing over at Duncan who was now looking between you and Michael with wide eyes, Michael now smirking at Duncan.

“You don’t have to look so excited about it, Dunc,” Michael commented, still staring at Duncan with an amused look on his face. You huffed, wondering what exactly the script said as you flipped to page ten, quickly reading through it.

Your eyes widened and you cheeks quickly began to take on a pink flush, your mouth suddenly feeling very, very dry. You looked up when you noticed the room had gone silent, to find both Duncan and Michael staring at you. You blinked a few times, looking between them and trying to ignore how sweaty your palms were all of a sudden.

“We- we have to film a sex scene? With all three of us?” You asked, Duncan trying to muffle a snort as he saw the surprised, doe-eyed expression on your face. Michael was still watching you both, always the one to sit and observe everything quietly.

“We can ask them if they can change it, if you’re not comfortable with it,” Michael reassured you, giving you a soft smile that nearly melted your heart. You shook your head, clearing your throat and trying to ignore the fact that Duncan was still staring at you.

“No uh, it’s fine, we can film this, I just…” you said quickly, trying to act nonchalant about it but failing miserably as your face reddened even further. You were now staring at the floor, trying to will your heart to stop beating so fast.

“You just what?” Duncan asked, cocking his head curiously as he watched you.

“I mean, I just, I don’t know how to… I’ve never…” You mumbled, Duncan’s eyes suddenly widening even further as he stared at you in disbelief.

“Wait, don’t tell me our pretty little Y/N is a virgin?” Duncan exclaimed, staring at you in a mixture of shock, wonder and something else that made an involuntary shiver run down your spine. You huffed in exasperation, elbowing him in the side and making him yelp.

“I’ve only ever gone as far as kissing, okay?” You said softly, trying to ignore the feel of their eyes boring into you.

“We can help,” Duncan said quickly, moving closer to you and as much as you would usually love the close physical contact, now it only made you feel like you were going to combust from how hot you felt.

“Yeah,” Michael chimed in, leaning towards you and giving you a reassuring smile. “We can rehearse it so you feel more comfortable in front of the cameras, okay?” He said, still smiling at you. Usually the prospect of rehearsing a scene would make you feel better, but this time, knowing what you were rehearsing just sent a throb of heat between your thighs.

You considered for a moment before nodding, Duncan immediately clapping his hands together and looking at you with an eager grin. Michael only rolled his eyes at the dark-haired mans enthusiasm, standing up before stepping over to the bed.

“You read the whole scene, yeah?” Michael asked, and when you nodded he began shooing Duncan out of the way, the other man moving so that Michael could take a seat at the head of your bed, spreading his legs and motioning with his hand for you to come over. You swallowed thickly, crawling across the bed to take your place between his legs, leaning back so that your back was pressed against his chest.

“Relax, love,” he murmured into your ear, the raspy tone of his voice and the pet name making you shiver. Duncan moved to the foot of the bed down by your legs, giving you a toothy grin. You bit your lower lip, waiting for one of them to make the first move.

“I think, before starting anything, we should just get you used to being touched like this, alright?” Michael said into your ear and you could only nod, worried that if you opened your mouth to speak you would sound far too desperate and eager for them to touch you. Duncan gently ran his hands up your legs, squeezing you reassuringly as Michael nuzzled his nose against your neck, gently pressing his lips to your shoulder. You sighed softly, leaning your head back and baring your throat to the blonde man, giving him more access to your neck.

One of Michaels hands settled against your hip, squeezing you gently as his other hand came up to rest against your neck before sliding and wrapping around your throat, making you whimper softly.

“Is this alright?” Michael asked softly, his voice low and seductive. Your breathing was picking up now, your chest rising and falling in unsteady motions as you nodded your head quickly, leaning into his touch and letting your eyes flutter shut as you savored the feeling of his calloused hands tenderly squeezing the delicate skin of your throat.

You jumped slightly as you felt Duncan begin to move again, his hands running further up your legs as he slowly spread them apart, shifting on the bed so he could move to sit between your thighs. You gasped when you felt him lean forward, the stubble of his beard dragging across your neck as he nuzzled against you, kissing you gently.

The mixed scents of their colognes were making you dizzy, overwhelming your senses and making you want more, more kisses and squeezes and touches from the two men that were pressed against your body.

“You wanna keep going, babe?” Duncan asked, much bolder than Michael as he left a sloppy open-mouthed kiss against your throat. You whimpered, fisting your hands into the bedsheets to prevent yourself from reaching up and tangling your hands through their hair, still not wanting the two men to know how much you wanted them this in way.

“Yeah,” you whispered breathlessly, Duncan letting out a chuckle against your neck and making you squirm as his facial hair tickled across your skin.

“C’mon Mikey, you heard our girl, let’s get to rehearsing the script,” Duncan said, slowly moving down your body, his hands roaming up and down your sides. You nearly melted at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin and the fact that he referred to you as their girl, your hips bucking up before you could stop yourself.

You felt Michael let out a breath of laughter against your neck, feeling him shaking his head slightly at the other mans excited tone as the blonde wrapped one arm around your stomach to hold you still, the other hand coming up to rest against your shoulder. You watched Duncan slide down your body, his fingers catching in the hem of your shorts and giving them a tug. You lifted your hips up enough that he could yank your shorts down, pulling them all the way down your legs before discarding them onto the floor.

You couldn’t see his face, but Michael was now completely focused on your underwear and the smooth skin of your stomach, his gaze full of hunger and lust as he imagined what you would look like, completely bare and vulnerable to both he and Duncan.

“So you’ve never had someone go down on you before?” Duncan asked, glancing up at you, the look in his eyes hungry and intense, the cerulean blues of his eyes almost gone as his pupils dilated.

“N-no, but you don’t have to, since we-we’re acting you can just pretend,” you said quickly, not wanting him to feel like he had to pleasure you like this, despite how much you craved the feeling of his mouth and tongue against you.

“But what if I want to?” Duncan purred, cocking his head and grinning up at you as he rested his chin against your abdomen. You swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath as you felt Michael shift around behind you.

“And what makes you think she wants your mouth anywhere near her, Dunc?” Michael teased playfully, smirking down at the other man who was now tugging at the hem of your panties.

“Because, Mikey, I’m down here and I can see how wet her little cunt is,” Duncan growled, making you whimper and buck your hips up against him. Duncan hummed softly, pinning your hips down with his large hands before nuzzling against your pussy through your underwear, making you squeak at the foreign sensation of someone else touching you.

“Is that right Y/N? You’re getting wet from this?” Michael taunted you, the hand that was on your stomach sliding up under your shirt, before moving up to cup your breast in his hand. You moaned softly as you felt the warm palm of his hand slide across your nipple, already hard and firm under your bra.

After a moment of rubbing his bearded face against you Duncan pulled away slightly, just enough that he could begin tugging your panties down. Once again you lifted your hips up, letting him completely remove your underwear before he tossed them off the bed, not even caring where they went as his eyes finally landed on your dripping cunt.

Duncan gripped your legs, spreading them apart and making you squeak and squirm around in his grip, nervous about him seeing you like this. Michael shushed you, his thumb and forefinger tweaking and twisting your nipple and making you whimper softly.

“That’s a good girl, keep your legs spread for him, let him see the meal he’s about to get,” Michael said, his vulgar words making you moan and shift around in their grip. You gasped as you realized you could feel Michael’s cock pressing against your back through his jeans, already able to feel how hard and thick he was.

Before you could do anything else Duncan pressed his mouth against your slit, his tongue flicking up to collect the wetness that had gathered at your entrance. He held your hips down against the mattress as you whimpered and wiggled around, gasping at the foreign sensation of his tongue against your most intimate parts.

He licked up from your entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before moving back down to press it inside of you, all while looking up at you, gauging your reactions and watching you pant and moan. Michael was completely enraptured at the sight of his friend going down on you, almost wishing that he was the one down there, tasting you for the first time and making you squirm like that. Michael’s other hand slid from your shoulder down to the hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the side.

You barely noticed, too occupied with the scrape and burn of Duncan’s beard against your sensitive cunt as he continued fucking you with his tongue, groaning against you like you were the most delicious meal he’s ever had.

Michael quickly unhooked your bra, throwing it away haphazardly as both of his hands immediately went to your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you feel even more pleasure as he twisted and pinched the sensitive buds.

You let out a loud moan when you felt Duncan suddenly press two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out a few times before crooking them inside you to find the spot he knew would make you scream. You frantically bucked and ground your hips against him, leaning your head back against Michael’s shoulder and letting out a soft cry as you felt Duncan’s fingers exploring you.

“Oh honey, you’re doing so good for us, making such pretty little sounds,” Michael crooned against you, nipping your earlobe and tugging it with his teeth. You gasped at the feel of his teeth on you, the sudden hint of pain making you feel even more pleasure. You moaned loudly when you felt Duncan’s plump lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and pressing his tongue against it as he pushed a third finger against your entrance, easily sliding it in from how wet you were.

“You gonna cum for us? Cum against Duncan’s mouth?” Michael egged you on, pinching your tits roughly and biting against your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but still hard enough that you felt a quick flash of pain from it.

You cried out as you felt the heat rising in your stomach, knowing that you were so close, so close to cumming from the two men who you always hoped would be your first. Duncan sucked harder on your clit, doubling his efforts, your cunt making wet vulgar noises as Duncan continued fucking you with his fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted as you finally came, your back arching almost painfully as Duncan continued massaging that spot inside you that made you see stars. Michael’s teeth latched onto your neck as you rode out your orgasm, mumbling and crying out pleas and encouragements to the two men.

You slumped down against Michael, panting harshly as your orgasm finally subsided, Duncan sitting up and licking your wetness off of his lips, groaning softly at the taste. You slowly opened your eyes to see him looking at you with a smug grin on his face, his beard now soaked with your cum.

Your eyes trailed downwards to Duncan’s crotch, and you groaned softly as you noticed the outline of his thick cock through his grey sweatpants. Michael immediately noticed what your eyes were focused on, chuckling and helping you sit up.

“You literally just came and you’re already hungry for more?” Michael teased into your ear, making you whimper as Duncan started palming himself through his pants, squeezing his cock and licking his lips as he stared at you.

“As much as I wanna feel her pretty little cunt around my cock, since I was the first to eat her out I think you should be the first to fuck her, if she wants,” Duncan said, his voice low and gravely. You immediately nodded your head, pressing your hips back against Michael’s pelvis and making him groan.

“Come on love, I wanna hear you say it,” Michael said, hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrust against your ass, the rough texture of his jeans burning your skin in the best way.

“Yeah, please, I want you inside, please Michael?” You begged, your voice high-pitched and whiny. Michael groaned against your neck at your desperate and needy tone, Duncan pulling you into his arms and spinning you around so that your back was against his chest, holding you the same way that Michael just was.

Michael unzipped his pants, quickly tugging them down and throwing them to the floor, Duncan chuckling in your ear as his hands reached up to cup your breasts, massaging them roughly and pinching your nipples.

“Now who’s the eager one, Mikey?” Duncan taunted playfully, Michael sending him a quick glare before he started crawling forward towards you, grabbing your legs and tugging towards him so you were almost laying flat on the bed.

You yelped, quickly spreading your legs and revealing your dripping center to Michael, who only groaned as he looked down at you. He quickly tugged his boxers down and threw them to the floor of your trailer which was now littered with pillows and clothes. You let out a soft gasp as you finally saw his cock, hanging heavy and dripping between his legs. You had used plenty of toys before, but his size was intimidating and you were slightly nervous that you wouldn’t be able to take him.

“Relax, I’m going to start out slow, alright? Duncan already worked you open with his fingers so you’ll be fine,” Michael reassured you, only continuing after you nodded at him and spread your legs further, pushing your hips up towards him.

Duncan had one hand on your shoulder and one hand tangled through your hair, massaging your scalp reassuringly. Michael scooted forward so that your legs were around his hips, the plump head of his cock sliding against your folds and making you gasp.

“You’re on birth control, right?” Michael asked, glancing down at you. You quickly nodded, grinding your hips against his cock and making him gasp.

“You better be careful, little one, or else I’m not going to go so easy on you,” Michael grunted, thrusting his cock slowly between your dripping folds.

“W-what if I don’t want you to go easy on me?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him and licking your lips. Both he and Duncan let out soft groans at your teasing, Michael finally positioning the head of his cock at your entrance before beginning to push inside.

You gasped as you felt him pressing inside you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you still, slowly working his cock inside of your tight heat. You let out little moans and squeaks every time be bucked his hips against you, his cock being pressed further and further into your body, stretching you to the point it was almost painful.

“That’s a good girl, take his cock, just like that,” Duncan encouraged you, hand squeezing your shoulder. Michael groaned as he finally bottomed out inside of you, his eyes fluttering closed and mouth hanging open slightly as your pussy spasmed around him as you tried to adjust to the feeling of being so full.

“Please, Michael, I’m not going to break,” you whimpered, grinding your hips against him and shuddering when he let out a low snarl. He pulled his hips back slowly before snapping them forward forcefully, making you cry out in shock. He started a steady rhythm, pumping his hips against you as Duncan held you down, hand tugging your hair and bringing you even more pleasure as Michael pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours roughly.

You let out high pitched moans every time Michael slammed inside of you, bringing your hips up to meet his every thrust. He used one arm to lift your pelvis up so that he could shove his cock even deeper inside of you, making you moan loudly.

“That’s a good girl, you take his cock so fucking well,” Duncan encouraged you, his nails digging into your shoulder and no doubt leaving small indents.

“Pl-please daddy, go harder,” you moaned out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Both Duncan and Michael’s eyes widened and Michael’s thrusts slowed down, looking down at you in shock. You immediately realized what you had said, your face heating up as your eyes snapped open to look at Michael.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, I- AH!” You cried out loudly when Michael pulled out before slamming back into you with a grunt, staring down at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Who knew our little girl was such a nasty little slut?” Duncan growled from above you, yanking your hair back so that you were forced to look up at him, a smirk on his face as Michael began picking up the pace again, soon pounding into you with abandon.

“So this is what you like, hm? You like daddy’s big cock inside of you?” Michael growled down at you, and you could only nod and press your hips up against him, your cunt convulsing around him as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

You nearly screamed when you felt Duncan reach down to shove his fingers between your thighs, pressing against your clit and rubbing in tight, quick circles. Your eyes slammed shut and your back arched as you suddenly came, Michael grunting above you as he slammed as deep as he could inside of you, his cock twitching as he spilled himself deep inside of you, some of his cum leaking out past his cock and dripping down your ass.

You were all panting, staring at each other as you all caught your breath. You groaned as Michael slowly pulled out, before sitting back down on the bed. Duncan helped you sit up, kissing the back of your neck tenderly.

“You know, when you called Michael your daddy it took everything in me not to throw him off and fuck you myself,” Duncan purred into your ear, making you let out a soft moan as his vulgar words and the feel of his beard brushing against your neck.

“Well, now’s your chance,” you mumbled, reaching back to squeeze his cock, eliciting a grunt from the man behind you.

“Fucking insatiable,” Michael murmured, staring at you in a mixture of awe and lust.

“Fuck- are you sure? You’re not too tired?” Duncan asked in surprise, trying to control himself as you continued palming his cock through his pants.

“Please, I wanna feel you too, daddy,” you moaned, looking over your shoulder and batting your eye lashes at him, hoping he would indulge you. You let out a soft yelp when he pushed you face first down onto the bed, pulling your hips up so that he had access to your cunt, which was now dripping with a mixture of your own juices and Michael’s cum.

You heard the shuffling of clothes before you felt the head of Duncan’s cock pressing at your entrance, the brown-haired man not even having the patience to take his pants all the way off, merely pulling them down enough to pull his cock out.

“You’re gonna regret teasing me, babygirl,” you heard Duncan growl into your ear before his hips surged forward, filling you up completely. You whined loudly, arching your back and grinding your ass up against him. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Michael staring down at you, licking his lips.

You let out a gasp when you felt Duncan pull out before slamming back inside of you, grunting as you tightened around his cock. He wasn’t as long as Michael but he was just as thick, and the feeling of his velvety cock slipping in and out of your well-fucked cunt was driving you insane.

“If I’d known you were this much of a whore, I would have bent you over this bed and fucked you into oblivion years ago,” he growled, his voice deep and gravelly. You cried out as he picked up the pace, now slamming into you with force as he pressed you down into the bedsheets with his hands.

“Fuck, I wish you could see her face right now, Dunc, she looks completely fucked out, like she just wants to be filled to the brim with cum,” Michael groaned, now fucking his hard cock up into his fist as he watched his best friend fuck you into the mattress.

“P-please Dunc, please let me cum,” you begged, your voice high-pitched and whiny. Duncan growled, one of his hands sliding up the back of your neck and tangling into your hair before he yanked your head back, using his grip on your hair for leverage as he began pounding your cunt even faster, grunting and groaning behind you.

You cried out loudly, body seizing and back arching as your orgasm suddenly hit you. Duncan continued to piston his hips against you for a few more thrusts before he was filling you to the brim, groaning loudly.

“Eyes up, open your mouth,” you heard Michael growl, immediately doing as he asked and holding your mouth open as wide as possible as he leaned forward, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed across your tongue with a loud growl.

You all sat panting, completely spent and sticky with a mixture of sweat and cum as you all tried to catch your breaths.

“We should have asked them to give us a sex scene sooner,” Duncan breathed out, making you and Michael chuckle.

Yes, you would definitely ask for more in the future.

#Michael Langdon x Reader #Michael Langdon/Reader #Duncan Shepherd x Reader #Duncan Shepherd/Reader #Michael Langdon x Reader x Duncan Shepherd #American Horror Story #AHS #House of Cards

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Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My!

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: I'm not dead! Instead of just saying that I was gonna do something, I figured my welcome back post would be the next revised chapter of BMR as an apology. I had some repressed memories come up and they were repressed for a reason so that rocked my boat real hard, but hi everyone! I'll get to the asks sitting in the inbox hopefully tonight, but it might have to be tomorrow. So for the new readers, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think!

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, and @moonagecordelia and remember, my tag list is all sorts of messed up so please lmk if you want to be on it! either for this story or all my work!

Previous Parts: Part 1

“I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?”

“Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that’s not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out.”

“… Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?” It really didn’t, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she’d believe him at this point.

“You should probably take care of him.”

“Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope.”

He scoffed, “Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart.”

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. So was she. This was fucked up. “No.”

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

“I said no. He’s just trying to survive like you. I’ll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?”

Jim looked at her with such bewilderment, she felt like she was the weird one in the room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s probably going to end badly.”

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that’s not what she said. “I think it’s going to be fine.”

“…. Okay, if you say so.” Jim was still so unsure of this. “Just move him please.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn’t an easy feat, but she did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she’s been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn’t imagine he’d be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she’d really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad’s old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

“Hi there, Y/N, a little la-” a familiar voice called, but with the night’s events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Hi, Rory. Sorry, it’s been a night.” Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock’s favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. She really wasn't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he always had been a night owl.

“I can see that,” his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. “Dragging in buckets of sea water?”

“It’s an art project,” She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. “You know, for processing trauma. I read about it.”

“Okay then, Y/N,” he was unsure, but he was going to drop it. He knew grief made people do some strange things sometimes.

“I’m going out for more things.” She didn’t know when to stop talking apparently.

“Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful,” he wished her well, “It’s a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight.”

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. “Will do, you get some rest.”

“You too, dear.”

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. She found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats, something making the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. A presence was following her, but she was all too tired of the night's weirdness to give into the thought. Surely, tonight couldn't get weirder.

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes. God damn it. At this point, she was just hoping for another human.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there regardless, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn’t know what it could be. Could be anything. She didn't know, and she was getting tired of this one night getting so fucking weird. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. “Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let’s just get this over with.”

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds ruining the lay of the coat. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it’s full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. “Don’t even think about it, buddy,” she said firmly and the wolf’s ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

“I’ve got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he’s going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you’re hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick.”

It looked like it was debating something it’s head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it’s ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

“Come on, let’s go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up.”

He limped along with her, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, with one of the tarps she used for the fish, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory’s house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out where she left him. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. “Go upstairs, it’s the room with the lights on.”

The wolf looked at her uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its’ shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn’t waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop out of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn’t think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

“Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but,” the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

“Uhhh, Y/N,” Jim called from the bathroom. “What was that?”

She turned around and went to the door. “I might have made another new friend tonight.” The wolf’s head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

“That’s an alpha werewolf.”

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim’s neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn’t help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. “Why was he growling at you?”

“I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds.”

The monstrous animal’s ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

“Be nice. She doesn’t know anything and you can’t talk in that form,” Jim chided with a small smile.

“You don’t need to rub it in!” She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

“Werewolves don’t need stitches, particularly alphas. He’ll be fine by tomorrow night, you won’t even know that he was hurt.”

She nodded, but then stopped. “Why did he come with me then? If he didn’t need help.”

Jim’s eyes were practically shining with mischief. “He probably thinks you’re cute.”

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

“Or he had other reasons, I’m just,” He had to think about it. He wasn’t sure about the human word for this. “Having my fun?” He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

“I didn’t realize I was opening my door to such jokesters,” but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out. It hit like a freight train now that she didn't have a murderous vampire on the loose and she no longer had to play doctor. “Well, I think I’m going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?”

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn’t have them in the ocean.

“I’ll go get one for you away.”

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

“This is very comfortable. What did you call this?”

She chuckled, “A pillow. Goodnight, Jim.”

He smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again.”

“It’s no problem.” With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn’t coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat …. Then she saved a merman …. Then they got attacked by a vampire ….. and then she picked up a werewolf ….. and now there’s a merman in her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was…. weird. This was a weird night. This couldn’t have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn’t real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal’s tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf make a noise deep within its throat in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

#cody fern fanfic #cody fern fanficiton #michael langdon imagine #duncan shepherd fanfic #jim mason fanfic #Bad Moon Rising

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