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late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984

word count: 5360 (the longest fic i’ve ever written!!)

request?: yes!

“Can you do a xavier plympton smut/ fluff where theres an poc reader and basically they meet at camp redwood and xavier basically flirts with the reader alot an the readers a virgin and she has like this gold cross pendant soo his friends kinda pick with the reader about her being the only virgin out of the group, and basically xavier sneaks in the girl cabin on a late night while everyone is sleeping wakes up the poc reader and takes her virginity under the covers but she has to be quiet to not alert the other camp counselors in the female cabin…”

description: in which the good christian girl decides to delve into sin after she meets her fellow hot camp counsellor

pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected p in v, pull out method is used but fr wrap it before you tap it kids)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The minute she stepped out of her car, she knew she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. She could see the other camp counsellors gathered around by the entrance. They were all wearing skintight, revealing clothes. One girl with messy blonde hair was passing a joint to one of the boys stood next to her. An older looking man was stood with them wearing pants so tight she could make out the outline of his...downstairs area.

The gold cross hung around her neck felt like it was burning into her skin.

She swallowed her fear and forced herself towards the others. The crunching of dirt under her tennis shoes felt like a thundering stomp as the attention was pulled towards her. The blonde looked her up and down as she blew smoke from the corner of her mouth. “Who invited the Virgin Mary?”

Two of her friends snickered while the other two - a black haired girl and a tall boy with sandy blonde hair - shuffled awkwardly at the joke. Well, the girl was awkward. The boy was silent, but he was looking at her with a look in his eye she couldn’t quite place.

“I’m, um, (Y/N),” she said, ignoring the hurtful comment. “I’m a counsellor this summer, too.”

“I guess Margaret needed someone to try and keep her goodie two shows rules in place,” the blonde said. “I’m Montana. This is Brooke, Trevor, Chet, Ray, and Xavier.”

“It’s n-nice to m-meet you,” (Y/N) said.

Trevor, the man with the tight pants and a big bulge, chuckled. “Well, isn’t she adorable. Where did Margaret find you?”

“Leave her alone,” Brooke said. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N). Here, let me take you to Margaret. She’ll be able to get you acquainted here.”

Xavier watched as Brooke guided (Y/N) towards Margaret's office. Unlike the other girls, including good girl Brooke, she was completely covered in baggy clothes despite the intense heat of the summer. Which, he knew he shouldn’t have found attractive, but he did. He was so taken by her after such a short interaction.

Montana elbowed Xavier to snap him out of his train of thought. “Do not tell me you’re eyeing up the Bible humper.”

“Fuck off. I think she’s cute,” Xavier retorted, taking the joint from Ray.

“Never gonna happen, man,” Ray told him. “You’ll be lucky if you see her ankles this summer.”

“Or maybe not,” Chet added. “Most of those Christian girls are freaks. She’ll be on her knees by nightfall I’d say.”

Xavier threw the lit joint at Chet. The four remaining counsellors made noises of disapproval as the joint fizzled out on the ground. Xavier ignored them as he walked away. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he needed to get away from his shitty friends. Sure, at one point Xavier would’ve been laughing along with them at the Christian girl’s expensive, but this Christian girl was different. To him she was, anyways.

He found himself headed towards the counsellor’s quarters, which happened to be on the way past Margaret’s office. He glanced over towards the open door as he passed and noticed (Y/N) stood with Margaret. As if feeling his gaze, (Y/N) looked over and locked eyes with him. He smiled at her, hoping it looked as friendly as he meant it to. She smiled back, shyly, and quickly looked away.

That was all he needed to be wrapped around her fingers.

~~~~~~

That night, all the counsellors were gathered in the female counsellor’s cabin. It was majorly against Margaret’s rules, but that’s why they were doing it. If they were going to be forced into being Margaret’s anti-fun police for the summer, they wanted to have one last night of debauchery. That included weed, alcohol, and, if they could get away with it, sex.

When (Y/N) walked through the door, they were already well into their night of fun. Everyone turned to look at her as she took in the scene with wide eyes. She was coming from the showers, as evident by her dripping wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tank top that was so thin that it was easy to make out the outline of her brown breasts against the white fabric. Xavier had to shuffle a pillow over his growing boner.

“The Virgin Mary shows skin,” Montana commented. “How scandalous.”

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“We’re trying to have some fun,” Montana responded. “Which won’t happen if your goodie two shoes ass goes to tell Margaret on us.”

“I won’t tell.” All eyes followed her towards her bed, the one that Xavier was sat on. She put her dirty clothes into the bag and sat next to him. “Pass me a beer.”

Her request shocked everyone. Ray grabbed a bottle from the cooler and passed it to (Y/N). “You drink beer?”

“Well...no. But I’ve drank the wine at church, so I figure that’s the same thing.”

“There’s wine in church?” Trevor asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Communal wine. It’s supposed to be the blood of Christ.”

“You Bible humpers drink blood?” Ray asked. “You guys really are freaks!”

“No, it’s not - ” Xavier cut her off by putting a hand on her arm and shaking his head.

She sighed and opened the beer bottle. Her heart was hammering against her chest. What would her parents think if they found out she was drinking at camp? What would her pastor say? They had all been convinced that the camp was going to be a place of sin and tried to convince her not to go.

But she had spent her entire life being a good Christian girl. She followed everything her parents and priests had told her from the day she was born. This was the first time she had ever made a decision for herself. She was a young adult now. If she wanted to drink, then she could drink.

There’s always the option to pray for forgiveness once the summer ends, she reminded herself.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a big mouthful. When she swallowed the thick liquid, she cringed and began to gag. Her fellow counsellors laughed at her reaction.

“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.

“Here.” Brooke passed her some water. “I’ll make the beer go down easier, and it’ll wipe the taste from your mouth.”

(Y/N) accepted the water gratefully and took a sip.

The small mouthfuls of beer started working very quickly on her. By the time she had finished her first bottle of beer, (Y/N) was already feeling warm and fuzzy. She felt her body lull to the side against Xavier, who welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder, adding his bodily warmth to hers.

“Hey now, Virgin Mary, leave room for Jesus there,” Montana mocked.

“Shut the fuck up, Montana,” she retorted.

The curse was new on her tongue, but it tasted delicious as it spilled from her lips. Everyone seemed shocked and impressed by her choice of words, and she was shocked herself, but she was starting to like the feeling she was getting. Not just from the beer, but also from throwing caution to the wind and doing what most people her age did. Sure, she would likely feel some sort of guilt over the coming days about this night, but for now she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Brooke asked her. “The drinking and cursing, I mean.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Never. My parents say cursing sounds unladylike, and binge drinking is kind of viewed as a sin, especially when you’re underaged.”

“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.

“It is,” (Y/N) admitted, shocked by the fact that she really did believe that. Her whole life she had been a devout Christian, never once questioning her faith, but no one could deny how strict her Christian parents were, or how intolerant some of her devout family members and neighbors were. She had never been around people like the other counsellors before. She never knew what kind of life she could possibly have outside of her religion.

“Are you even allowed to have boyfriends?” Montana asked. “Is that a sin, too?”

“Having a boyfriend isn’t a sin, but it is awkward to try and have any form of PDA in front of parents or other adults,” (Y/N) said. “Even holding hands is awkward.”

“So have you ever been kissed?” Brooke asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, a couple times. It was very awkward, but so are most first kisses.”

“Have you ever had sex?” Montana asked. Suddenly, (Y/N) became shy again, which caused Montana to grin wickedly. “You haven’t, have you? You’re still a virgin!”

(Y/N) shrunk back against Xavier, who held her protectively towards him. “Knock it off, Montana.”

“What? I’m just stating a fact, and the fact is she’s a virgin. Poor thing will probably never know how good it feels to have a big dick all up inside of her.”

(Y/N)’s thighs clenched together at Montana’s words. Of course she had thought about sex before. She was in her early 20s, she had gone through the crazy hormonal stages of puberty where sex was the one thing on every teenager’s mind. But she never got to explore those urges. She had been taught her entire life that sex before marriage was the ultimate sin, and that if she tried to...relieve herself, so to speak, that she would also be condemned to Hell. But, boy, did she ever think of how badly she wanted someone to finally deflower her, if not just to make the sinful thoughts go away.

Her squirming definitely did not go unnoticed by Xavier, but he didn’t bring any attention to it. The last thing he wanted was for Montana to have more reasons to mock (Y/N).

“I wanna have sex,” she said in a soft voice. “But I want to be sure of it. I want it to be with someone I’m sure of.”

Xavier wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he could’ve swore he saw her eyes flicker towards him when she said the last part.

No, there’s no way, he thought. We’ve barely had a conversation together, stop thinking so highly of yourself.

But...but what if she did?

He glanced down at her again, but her attention was drawn to whatever one of the others were saying.

Maybe I could figure this out later on tonight when everyone is gone, he thought, and the idea made him smirk to himself.

~~~~~~

The male counsellors went back to their own cabin once the night had come to an end. Xavier laid in his bed, starring at the ceiling as he waited to make sure everyone was asleep. Once the cabin was filled with soft breathing and snoring, he quickly got up and pulled on his shoes. He opened the rickety door as silently as he could, stopping to cringe when it let out a squeak anyways. When none of the others stirred, he continued on his mission.

All the girls were also sound asleep. Their cabin was nearly pitch black, with just some rays of white light shining in from the full moon.

(Y/N) was laying on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she breathed softly. Xavier couldn’t help but smile at her as he made his way towards her bed. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like an angel, for a lack of better words.

He knelt down next to her bed and lightly shook her. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Xavier looked over his shoulder to make sure that Brooke and Montana were definitely asleep before shaking (Y/N) a little harder. She mumbled something incoherent before her eyes slowly blinked open. When she looked at Xavier, she let out a gasp and he quickly covered her mouth to stop her from making any other noises.

“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”

“What are you doing here?!” she whispered. “If you get caught you’ll be in big trouble!”

“No one is going to catch me. Margaret has been dead asleep since before we had our little party,” Xavier said, a cocky grin on his face. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No, because my response to the answer might need the cover of nightfall.” She looked at him in confusion, so he continued, “Earlier, when you were talking about losing your virginity to someone you’re sure of, did you look at me?”

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”

She went to roll over with her back to him, but he quickly took hold of her arms and stopped her from moving.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), I need to know,” he said. “Because if you genuinely meant that, I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why? So you can brag to the others about taking the Christian girl’s virginity? I don’t think so.”

He pulled away from her, hurt by her accusation, but then realized that it was a very valid point. They barley knew each other and here he was, coming to her in the middle of the night because he thought she had inferred wanting to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t have the ill intentions that she thought he did, he clearly did not have any pure ones either.

“It’s not that at all,” he said. “I swear to you, (Y/N). I just...I’ve been very infatuated with you since we first met earlier, and that’s very unlike me because we’ve hardly talked to one another. But it’s the truth, I swear. I’m not just trying to get into your pants.”

(Y/N) rolled onto her back to look up at Xavier. Her face was unreadable, which was just making things worse. He wished she would say something, anything. Even if she just told him to fuck off, with that beautiful, innocent mouth of hers.

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.

She sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. “Okay, yes I did look at you when I said that, because I would be okay with losing my virginity to you, Xavier.”

With the words officially out of her mouth, Xavier couldn’t help but pounce on her. He pressed his lips against hers, stopping whatever else was about to be sad. He got up onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was straddling her still covered body. He kissed her intensely and passionately, but not so much as to rush her or make her feel uncomfortable.

She settled into the kiss very quickly. It wasn’t the first time she had made out with someone. Again, she had been a teenager with wild hormones once. Just because she hadn’t gone all the way with anyone didn’t mean that she hadn’t at least got to second base a couple of times. Of course, she felt guilty afterwards because of her upbringing, but it always felt good in the moment. And, in this moment, it felt especially good to be kissing Xavier’s soft, plump lips like this.

But when she heard the sound of one of the girls rolling over in their beds, she quickly put a hand against his chest and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here. What if they wake up?”

“It’s so dark, they wouldn’t even know,” Xavier said. “And we’ll be quiet. Well, I will be anyways. I don’t know about you.”

She wanted to glare at him, but he quickly ducked his head down to start kissing her neck. She bit her lip to stop a moan from erupting from her mouth as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs.

She couldn’t lie, the thought of losing her virginity in her camp counsellor bunk while her other camp counsellors slept did sound very risky and naughty. It also sounded very cliché, which was what she wanted. If she was going to be giving into sin this summer, she may as well do it in the most cliché way possible.

Xavier slipped under the covers with her and continued to kiss down her body. He kissed around the exposed areas of her neck and chest, not wanting to push too far just yet by trying to get under her shirt. Even though he was trying to get into her pants, he still wanted to be a gentleman about it.

(Y/N) looked down at him as he disappeared under the blankets. She was confused at first. If he was planning to take her virginity, shouldn’t he be up here with her? Wasn’t that how sex worked?

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I want to make sure you’re ready before we get into it,” he responded. “I want to make you feel good first. Can I take these shorts off?”

She nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see her and said, “Yes.”

He curled his fingers around the waistband of her pants and pulled them, and her panties, down in one swift movement. She raised her hips so he could pull them down as far as her ankles. Despite the blankets still covering her lower half, she felt very naked. Even if no one else could see her if they happened to look over, she knew that Xavier could see her. And right now, he was very, very close to her.

She gasped and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth when she felt something wet against her core. “What was that?!”

“My tongue.”

(Y/N) quickly covered her mouth when she felt it against her again. She had never heard of this form of sexual intimacy before. When she was in high school, her mom had warned her about all of the “impure ways” boys would try to use her, which included them wanting to stick their penises in her mouth, but no one had ever mentioned a guy doing the same thing to her. It felt dirty, but also it felt so good.

She muffled her moans with both hands as Xavier continued to lick from her clit down to her tight, untouched hole. A wetness began pooling between her legs that he lapped up as if it were the first drink of water he had in weeks. Her body shuddered with pleasure every time his tongue connected with her. It was better than she ever could’ve imagined, and that just made her even more excited for the actual sex.

Something began to build in her stomach. A feeling she had never felt before. It felt like someone was inside of her, pushing something down from her stomach to get it out of her. She tried to tap Xavier to tell him, but she was afraid to lift her hand from her mouth in case she made a loud noise and woke the others.

“I can feel that you’re tightening up,” he said. “That means you’re getting close. Lean into it, beautiful. Let it happen. Cum all over my mouth.”

It was enough to send her toppling over the edge. She pressed her hands against her mouth as hard as she could as a scream of pleasure ripped from her lips. Xavier’s fingertips dug into her hips as he held her to him, taking in every bit of her juices that he could. He knew it was her first time having an orgasm, but he didn’t expect for her to become so wet and to finish so quickly just from his tongue. His dick twitched with excitement at the thought of being inside of her.

With one last kiss to her clit, Xavier began kissing up her stomach, lifting her shirt slightly as he left messy, wet marks over her belly, her chest, her neck, and finally getting to her face. Through the white moonlight, (Y/N) could see a glisten on his mouth and chin. Between her legs throbbed as she realized that was her slick on him.

He gently moved his hands away from her mouth so he could kiss her. The taste of his lips were much different, and she knew that was because that was the taste of her on him. It was all just so hot that she almost couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She was sure she was dreaming it all, that she’d wake up in this bed alone and unsatisfied.

Xavier reached under the covers to start pulling down his own pants, but hesitated a moment. He pulled away from the kiss, (Y/N) trying to follow him with her own lips.

“Wait,” he said. “Before we go all the way, I have to check in one last time. Are you okay with this, (Y/N)?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Xavier. Please.”

“Okay, but if you want to stop at all you tell me, okay? I know I just warmed you up, but it is going to hurt at first either way. If it’s too much, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

He sat up and pulled his pants down around his knees. His dick sprang free from its confides, standing painfully at attention in the moonlight. (Y/N) looked at it with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the first penis she’d see, but it was certainly a big one. She wondered how it would even fit inside of her.

Xavier placed his hands under her thighs and pulled them up so they were wrapped around his hips. The ran the head of his dick through the slick that was still left over from him having been between her legs. She whimpered at the feeling, quickly putting a hand over her mouth again. Both of them glanced over to make sure Brooke and Montana were still peacefully sleeping.

“I’m going to put it in now,” Xavier told her. “I’ll do it very slowly, okay?”

She nodded. He thrust his hips forwards a little, pushing just the tip of his cock into her. He hissed at the tight feeling around his already sensitive tip. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever last when she was already gripping him so tightly and he barely had the head of his dick inside of her.

(Y/N) gasped into her hand at the feeling. Xavier pushed until his head was completely inside of her, stretching her out. The stretch was definitely a painful, burning feeling. It was like her body knew he wasn’t supposed to be in there and wanted him out, but she wanted him in there. She had fantasized about this since the first time she had ever laid her eyes on Xavier - a time she knew he had definitely forgotten.

He lick his thumb and lowered it between them, pressing it against her clit and gently rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whimpered at the gesture.

“This should help make it feel better,” he told her. “Just until I can get all the way inside of you, okay?”

She nodded again. At this point, talking was definitely not happening. Any noise that were to come out of her mouth would just be a moan or a whimper of pleasure, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the volume down without her hands over her mouth.

Xavier continued to push inside of her while gently rubbing circles into her clit. He looked between them and watched as his dick disappeared into her. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, trying to stop any sounds that might come out unintentionally. It felt so good inside of her that he already did not want the this to end. He just wanted to stay inside of her forever, feel her warm walls gripping around him, look at her beautiful face as it contorted in pure ecstasy.

When he was buried all the way inside of her, he leaned down and took her hand from her mouth so he could kiss her. He continued to rub her clit, but he kept himself deep inside of her so she could get used to his size. She moaned into the kiss, her body inadvertently jerking from the pleasure she was feeling. The motion caused Xavier’s hips to move forward to fill her again. It was just a slight movement, but it was enough that it drove Xavier wild.

“Do that again,” she whispered against his lips.

“What?”

“The way you moved your hips. Do it again, please. It felt really good.”

He smiled down at her and gently grinded his hips against hers. Her mouth hung open, but no sounds were coming now. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and that was all Xavier needed to tell him he was doing a good job.

He took his hand from between her legs so he could fully press himself against her. He captured her lips with his again and continued to gently thrust into her. The slow sensation was enough to make his orgasm build at a quicker rate than he would’ve liked, but he knew he wasn’t going to finish until she did. He wanted to feel her cum around him at least once before he would let himself finish.

Luckily, he could feel that familiar tightening feeling; where her walls started grasping at him tighter than before and he could feel her stomach tensing beneath him.

“Remember what I said earlier,” he whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me feel you cum all over this dick.”

She nodded, soft whimpers coming from her mouth. It wasn’t too long afterwards that he felt her clenching around him so tightly that he was sure she was going to rip his dick off just with her pussy. He kissed her hard, muffling her cries of pleasure. His hips were stilled as he let her ride out her climax, knowing that if he were to move anymore he’d definitely cum, too, and he wasn’t going to cum inside of her. That was too dangerous. He didn’t want to be responsible for any sort of backlash from her parents once she got home from camp, even if that ship had already sailed.

When the feeling of her quivering became too much, Xavier quickly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees again. He pushed her tank top up just enough to expose her belly and the underside of her boobs. It only took a few pumps of his hand, slick from her juices over his dick, before he was exploding over her stomach. He threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan.

They both were still, panting to catch their breaths. Xavier looked down at (Y/N), now covered in his seat, and he felt his dick twitch again. If he could take a picture of this moment, he would. And he would’ve stuck it in his wallet so he could look at it all the damn time.

He reached for her discarded towel from earlier that night and wiped her off. She hissed when he wiped between her legs, and he mumbled as soft, “Sorry.”

They both pulled their pants back up and got themselves straightened away before Xavier laid down next to her. He figured he could spare a few moments just to cuddle up close to her before he would have to run back to his cabin and his bed to try and get some sleep. (Y/N) rolled into his chest, taking in his warmth and the scent of him that was quickly becoming her favorite scent; the smell of his hair paste and the sweet cologne he wore. She wished she could combine them together into a perfume that she would wear for the rest of her life.

It was silent for some time except for the soft breathing of her bunkmates and the occasional snore that came from Brooke. Once her head had finally stopped feeling lightheaded, (Y/N) decided it was time to confess to Xavier.

“I’ve seen you before, you know.”

He moved so he could look down at her. “What?”

“I was in one of your aerobics classes,” she said. “Not very long ago, maybe a few months ago? One of my friends signed us up because she heard it was a good way to stay in shape.”

“I...I feel so bad to say that I don’t...remember,” Xavier said. He was sure he would’ve remembered seeing this beautiful specimen in one of his classes. He saw so many faces every day, but he always remembered the prettiest ones, and (Y/N) was definitely a face to remember.

“I wasn’t in it long enough to be remembered,” she admitted. “We walked in, and I saw you and...well...I started feeling...impure things when I saw you in your tight suit doing all those hip movements and stuff. You were in the middle of another class so we had to wait. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to start our class because my friend’s parents walked in to bring her something she had forgotten and saw the way everyone was dressed and how they were all moving. They were appalled. They dragged us out and brought us home. Told my parents, who grounded me for a week because of it. They claimed that we were trying to behind their backs, but I truly had no idea what I was in for when I agreed to go.”

Xavier cringed. He felt terrible hearing the way (Y/N) must’ve lived her entire life. Having to be afraid of mistakenly doing something “impure” or “sinful” and getting punished for it, even if the “sinful” things were just basic things that happen in life. He wished he could’ve taken away all those bad times from her memory and replace them with good ones; memories where (Y/N) could just be a normal person and not have to worry about God’s wrath or whatever they said in churches.

“That’s why I glanced at you when we were talking about sex,” (Y/N) continued. “Because...because I had fantasies about this very situation happening since the day I first saw you.”

Xavier couldn’t help but smirk proudly at that. “And did the actual thing live up to your expectations?”

She giggled. “Majorly.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

There was another moment of silence before Xavier added, “It doesn’t have to be a one time thing, though.”

(Y/N) turned to rest her chin on his chest. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...maybe, once the summer ends, we could go on some proper dates. Maybe...actually be a couple?”

(Y/N)’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she looked at him. He smiled at how beautiful she was, and at how lucky he was to be the one she was looking at.

“Really?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” he responded.

Her reply was by attacking his face with kisses. He chuckled as she left not one inch of his face unkissed, ending with her lips against his.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.

“I could tell,” he said. “I should go before I get in trouble for being here.”

“I guess you should.”

He didn’t move to leave right away. He continued to gaze into her eyes for a moment longer, before kissing her one last time and getting up from her bed. He couldn’t help but looking back at her as he made his way towards the door. She was still smiling at him as he finally allowed the door to swing shut behind him, obstructing his view of her.

He couldn’t help but stand outside the door for a moment, letting out a long, happy sigh, before making his way back to the boy’s cabin.

I’ve never written poc!reader before so I hope this is okay! I usually don’t describe anything with my general x reader fics because I want them to be inclusive for everyone, but I don’t mind writing specific ones like this when asked!

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Mind Over Matter (Outpost!Michael x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had been controlling your body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hart269 · 2 years

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Blasé

Pairing : Michael Langdon x GN!Reader

Summary : You feel your husband grow distant from you and one day everything just snaps.

Warning : Angst and a little bit of violence with swearing.

Masterlist / Part 2

The wind blew cooling your flushed body as you jogged through the woods just behind your backyard. You and your husband Michael had moved into this new house a year after your marriage.

You two had been pretty young when you got married. It was a nice ceremony and everything, but as most marriages do, yours also has been grown stale over the years.

You did love him, but you weren't so sure of your feelings being reciprocated, surely not the last couple months. Michael had been nothing but cold and distant and the occasional mean when you've done something you're not "supposed" to do.

He had never physically hurt you but you were becoming less and less sure of it as time went by. This all had started slowly, Michael had started loosing interest and started spending more time outside the house rather than inside. His touches and hugs had slowly disappeared and when you tried to initiate it, he quickly brushed it off saying he was either too busy or tired. You didn't think he loved you anymore.

Your suspicions were pretty much confirmed when you went to an office party with him, he had ignored you most of the night instead opting to speak to his seniors and the new co-worker Mallory. You couldn't deny that she was beautiful. It saddened you but when you tried to talk to Michael about it he just called you jealous and that you were making up stuff.

You shook your head as you continued on your trail, maybe you should have left him but you loved him too much to consider leaving him just yet. So you did what you usually do, sitting in the shade of the big tree near a flower meadow.

It always provided with an odd sense of comfort, you felt like as if someone was holding your hand saying it'll be alright or maybe you had started to become delusional, you were not sure.

It had been pretty much your daily routine until one day Michael was home late, he did sometime had work come up but he texted you about it. But today, none was the case, it was after midnight when he returned, stumbling through the door.

"Michael, are you drunk" you exclaimed gazing up to his red eyes and loosened up tie.

"I'm not, I'm just a little tipsy" he defended himself doing his best not to slur his words.

"Michael you drove here, something could have happened you should have called me, you didn't even tell me you were going to be late" you pointed out.

"So, what now I have to take your permission for staying out late" His tone was acussing as he leaned down on you, making you take a step back.

I'm not saying that, I am just saying you could have told me, so I wouldn't have been worrie-"

Your words were cut off as he slammed you against the wall, you gasped as pain shot up in your back. Micheal's fingers dug into your shoulders as you whimpered.

"Do not tell me what to do, I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT" he yelled, glaring as his piercing blue eyes dug into your watery ones.

You were speechless, you had no idea what to do or what caused this outburst. Michael stepped back and went to wear his shoes back up as if nothing happened.

"I'm going for a walk" was the only explanation he offered before he disappeared into the woods into the dark.

You slid down the wall as tears flowed freely as you sobbed bringing your knees near you and leaning your head against the wall, and you cried until you fell asleep there on the cold hard ground.

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wroteitbutneverwatchedit · 2 years

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id love to request a michael langdon x reader full of angst, maybe reader really doesn't agree with this whole destroy the world thing and tries to talk him out of it and it leads to a huge argument! good or bad ending :) thank you for the chance xoxo

Hope you like this! Tell me if you want me to continue it!

Micheal Langdon x f!reader

Word count: 924

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From the moment I met Micheal, I knew that I would always love him, but as time passes and his fulfillment of the end of the world nears I find my heart wavering. All his time has been consumed with fulfilling this mission, I told him that I wanted to start a family and watch our kids grow up. But I won’t be able to do any of that with him, he is more concerned with making his father happy. Though he doesn’t know what else to do with his power, I want to talk to him more and try to get through to him. But he is always at the cooperative having meetings and “handling business “. He has missed our last two date nights it’s starting to get on my nerve. I can only take so much distance and lack effort before I explode. So now as I walk through the cooperative building to Michael’s office, I’m at my limit. The only sound heard through the crowded halls was my boots clicking against the floor as everyone watch me walk. As I approach Michael’s office door it opens before me, exiting the office are two males who appear to be high. They look me up and down before they start attempting to hit on me, I roll my eyes and walk into my husband’s office. I am not met with a smile, a hello, or even a wave, instead, I am met with the mastered voice of intimidation.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned me, I scoffed and walk up to his desk.

“You and I need to talk” I state, he finally looks up at me. I place my purse on his desk and take a seat on the chair opposite of him

“What could be so important that you couldn’t wait until I come home?” He asked me in a condescending tone.

“When was the last time you were home?” I corrected, he simply raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

“If you’ve come to start an argument with me about my work in my office. Then you can go home now because it won’t happen” he dismissed me, and I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Darling, I came to have a simple conversation with you because you can’t seem to find the time anymore to sit down and talk to your wife. You are too busy fulfilling everyone’s needs but mine, you used to be the best partner a woman could ever dream of now you’ve just turned to shit.” I hissed at him, he didn’t say anything but he stood up and walked over to my chair. Once he was directly in front of me he bent down close to my ear.

“We can talk about this at home, go home before my temper gets the better of me” he reprimanded, I sighed and leaned back.

“Michael, I’m not your little fucking follower. I don’t have to listen to you, you don’t own me. So I’m staying right here so we can have this conversation as husband and wife. Not man and his whore.” I scoffed, he stood up and leaned back against his desk before making eye contact with me again.

“Okay, darling what is so important that you had to come and cause a big scene at my place of work?” He pressed

“Michael, why are you rushing to bring the end of the world to fruition? Why can’t you take your time? I have told you countless times that I want to have a family with you and be able to watch them-“

“So you came to my office to whine about me fulfilling my purpose? Here I thought you would support me in my dreams, but you came here to try and convince me not to do what I was put on this earth to do. If that is all you came for, you can leave now” he cut me off, I was upset but moreover, I was disappointed.

“Michael, I hope you find all the joy that you are hoping for in your dreams. I hope that you find someone to share that joy with too. I can’t and won’t be that person, I’m going back to my true home. You should be happy, you won’t ever have to hear me whine about your purpose.” I said standing up to gather my things. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

“Darling don’t be silly, you were made for me. My joy is your joy, you are to stay on this earth until we are both ready to go” he demanded

“Honey, I was never made for you. I am an angel, you are an Antichrist. If you won’t even hear my comments and complaints out to their entirety then don’t complain when I chose to leave you here. You want to crush my dreams so bad that I don’t even want to share my dreams with you anymore. I have loved you for years and I will continue to love you for many millennia but I can’t stay with you if you are interested in crushing what I want” I berated, I pulled my hand from his grasp and picked up my purse.

“We can talk about this Angel, how about we go out to a nice restaurant somewhere secluded? We can talk over everything, tonight” he pleaded, his demeanor had changed now. Standing before me was now the scared, empathetic Michael Langdon that I fell in love with.

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hardysbitch · 2 years

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i don't know what he wants but he can get it from me

gif not mine

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austinstyles · 4 months

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Holiday

Cody Fern x OC

( I use this gif because I wanted to. Just putting that out there.)

Summary : Cody and the OC are friends that started to date and this is taken place during Christmas time and they are madly in love. And the OC is named Sapphire. And this is mostly during the time they are dating. (Short fanfic)

( I decided to make a female character because that is what I want to do. I hope everyone can respect that. I also know that Cody himself is in a relationship with a man. And I respect that there are people how love who they love. So just letting everyone know. )

Warning: Kissing, making out and spelling mistakes.Also let me know if I missed anything.

Sapphire pov

It is Christmas time all around, everyone is decorating and hanging lights. Is the most wonderful time, and I get to spend time with my amazing boyfriend Cody. And today we’re decorating a Christmas tree, we’re smiling and laughing. It feels amazing to just enjoying some alone time with Cody.

Christmas songs are playing in the background, the tree is looking amazing. I love the holidays, and I love spending time with Cody. We actually met back when we were kids in Australia, and it was the hole friend to lovers. Can’t imagine not having Cody be in my life, and getting to be in a relationship with him is just so amazing. He is caring and so sweet. You can say were some what of a lovey-dovey couple at times.

But you can also see the passion we have for each other. I am just so thankful for having him in my life.

This holiday season is going to be a nice one. And I get to spend Christmas with Cody. If it wasn’t very clear you can tell that my love for my boyfriend is very passionate. Every time we kiss sparks fly all over, and it can get very hot and steamy. More in the case of we start making out at any time when we’re kissing.

As we’re decorating I turn my head to Cody, and look into his gorgeous eyes. His eyes are looking into my eyes, and soon we’re kissing with so much passion. Then the kissing is turned into a make out session. Sparks are flying. And I can’t get enough of him.

While we’re making out, in the background the song ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ starts to play.

My mind goes over to the fact that all I wanted this Christmas was Cody. And also that I am lucky to have him in my life. I couldn’t have imagined a life without Cody as a part of it.

This holiday season is going to be magical. And I have so much I am thankful for this year. Also can’t wait to see what next year brings in store for my life. But at this moment in time all I am focused on is Christmas. Cody is still going to be by my side and I will be by his side.

After we have made out we’re back to finishing the decorations, and at the moment we’re done decorating. And decided to watch a Christmas movie. My head is on his shoulder, his arm is around my right arm.

And it is moments we spend together that makes me feel like I am so lucky to have a guy that treats me the way he treats me.

If you had told me at 7 when I first met Cody we would’ve been dating in our early adult years I wouldn’t have believed it. But had you said we would be great friends I would believe you.

And we have our journey with ups and downs, but we are here for each other and that is what matters.

As the first movie I had gifts that need rapping so I decided to go do that.

After the gift are rapped both me and Cody put them under the tree. This Christmas me and Cody are coworkers my family at my place. So it made sense to put the gift for each other under the tree we have decorated. And also I put the gifts for my parents and my sister under the tree.

Today is December 12th, and it seems early to put gifts under the tree, but I don’t care. And yes were decorating a bit late the some people do, but today we both had a free day so it was a perfect day to decorate my place with Christmas decorations.

I love Christmas, and love that I get to spend the holidays with my family and my boyfriend.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for all the support I get on my fanfics. I appreciate every like and comments and reblog. Let me know what you think of this fanfic. And my next fanfic with be coming in 2024. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. Take care everyone. And stay safe.

😃🩷👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

Tag list (Cody Fern related) : @morby

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velangdon · 7 months

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It's been a long time since I felt so inspired to write something until I knew Cody. I've been feeling incredibly inspired lately and it's thanks to him.

The point is that I can't understand why I feel so shy about wanting to publish my Fanfics inspired in Cody here. In my vision, the plots have a lot potential but for some reason I'm too shy in that aspect. </3

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galaxybabes99 · 8 months

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Who's wanting a part two of Fetish, Thomas Browne X reader? Curious

#cody fern x reader #valiant thor x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #michael langdon x reader #thomas browne x reader #cody fern

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zodiyack · 1 year

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DID Y'ALL SEE CODY FERN'S STORY????

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i-tramonti-che-non-tramontano · 1 year

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Just published the first chapter of my new fan fiction, Cody Fern related! If you want to give it a try and give me some feedbacks, I'd really appreciate it🤍

#cody fern #cody fern x reader #fan fiction #writing #wattpad #check my links #new author #cody fern fan fiction #ahs fanfic #ahs8 #ahs apocolaypse

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"Youre a pretty little thing" | Michael Langdon x F! reader.

Summary: based off this request. Michael Langdon showing off to the coven witches and using the seven wonders to impress you because he has a crush on you

A/N: guys i love him im a catholic and he's the antichrist we're like romeo and juliet. also the writing on this one is questionable n clunky but im on wine and cider so it needs to be forgiven

When the warlocks had told Cordelia they wanted to have Michael perform the seven wonders, Michael had felt determined to get it done quickly and better than Cordelia could do it, to prove he was the next supreme, and no one could argue it.

However, when the witches had arrived telling him they agreed to it, and he could attempt to perform the seven wonders, Michael had found himself a little distracted by one of the witches, you. His new goal was to impress you.

First wonder: Telekinesis. This one was easy and simple, he just had to move something without touching it. He did so, quickly and with ease, shooting a cocky smirk at the witches, eyes lingering on you a little.

Second wonder: Concilium. Michael knew he could be crafty with this one - control of the mind. He looked at you, and as you made eye contact, you knew you were going to be the victim of him showing off this power.

You could feel yourself moving towards him, very much against your will, and you took mental note of the fact that though you yourself were a very powerful witch, he was powerful enough that you couldn't even try and fight it.

To your surprise, despite the weird evil vibe you've all been getting from him, all he makes you do is dance with him. You uncontrollably slow dance with him, unsure whether it's his pretty face or the magic thats making you kind of nervous, but whatever it is, you scold yourself for thinking that way about a man that even one of the warlocks is scared of.

When he's done making you dance with him, you awkwardly do the walk of shame back over to stand next to Zoe, awkwardly smiling at her.

Third wonder: Transmutation. Another easy one, Michael thought. Madison had tapped him on the shoulder, and in turn, he had appeared behind you to tap you on the shoulder.

By the time you had turned round, he had dissappeared again, leaving everyone looking around for him. Your eyes dart around the room, a little puzzled. Whatever he was doing, it was successfully intriguing you more and more by the second, drawing yourself to the unsettling boy.

"Look up"

You can all hear the cockiness in his voice, the same annoying smirk as before present on his face, as you look up to the ceiling, to see Michael attatched to it, looking down on everyone, like one of those sticky animals you get from toy machines.

Fourth wonder: divination. Once again, Michael already knew he could do this, another easy one. He had to do this one as it was given to him, unfortunately, and couldn't do anything extra to inadvertently flirt with you more. And so, he makes a small bit of eye contact with you, before he takes the small pebbles and usea them to figure out where the pocket watch is, finding it almoat instantly, and walking over to where it was to pick it up and show the witches.

Fifth wonder: Pyrokenesis. Michael decided the best thing to do, would be to conjure a ring of fire around where you and madison were stood, making piercing eye contact with you through the fire, and getting rid of it as quickly as he had conjured it up.

To you, the danger and mystery of him was considerably attractive, though Cordelia didn't seem too impressed that he was practically targeting you.

Sixth wonder: Vitalum Vitalis. Michael was given a rat to bring back to life, which proved another easy task for him, doing so pretty much instantaneously, and moving on to the seventh wonder.

Seventh wonder: Descensum. Cordelia had ordered for Michael to not only successfully come back from this, but also to retrieve Misty Day, who had been lost to this particular task when she tried the seven wonders.

This, of course, had caused an arguement between her and the warlocks, who were claiming it wasnt fair, and that it's not a part of the rules.

You and Michael, had been making eye contact the whole time, and the tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost see it. He broke eye contact to look at the warlocks, holding up a dissmissive hand to them "Relax, I'll do it"

He did, and you watched intensely as he lay there, seemingly lifeless. You started to feel a little nervous, even though you didn't know him at all really, nor would you ever admit to having the slightest care in the world how this played out, you told yourself you were nervous because you wouldn't wish death upon anyone.

Sure enough, he did return, and Misty did - eventually - return with him. Much to everyones shock.

You stood there and gawked, eyes flicking between Michael and Misty, and he smirked at you.

A short bicker between the witches and warlocks ensued, before the witches had all turned there attention to Misty.

You however, had turned your attention to Michael, your gaze locking with his for what felt like the millionth time today.

"You seem impressed, little witch," he smirks a little at you, and you nod in response.

"I am impressed" you confirm, trying to be cautious, undeniably attracted to him, but still acknowledging that there's something off about him.

"That was the goal, i wanted to impress you" he sounds serious about it, and you tilt your head a little, cocking an eyebrow.

"Why"

"You're a pretty little thing, thats why"

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internet-sadass · 1 year

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Sticky (Murderhouse!Michael x Reader)

Drabble/short fic

Blurb: wearing a gimp suit was Michael’s way of spicing things up in the bedroom with Y/N. But just because he wears the suit it doesn’t mean he gets to wear the trousers in their relationship.

Warnings: smut

A/N: i fucking love murderhouse!Michael and i’ve wanted to write something about him for a while. Also reader is implied to a bit older/more experienced in this. Apologies if this is shit, not my proudest work tbh.

“This isn’t what I had in mind when you said you were going to try something new.” You said, still slightly shocked as Michael came to sit on the bed next to you.

He was wearing a rubber gimp suit which clung to his body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. You could see every muscle and every curve. And you could see the outline of his length pressed up against his stomach. The sight practically made your mouth water.

Despite his efforts to switch things up in the bedroom, Michael ended up where he always had been: letting you take the reins and making him beg for his release. As much as he wanted to dominate you for once, he couldn’t deny that he loved submitting to you and being at your mercy, as he was now.

You pressed your tongue firmly against the rubber suit, dragging it along the underside of his shaft, lingering for a moment on the head. A hand grabbed your hair.

“Already? I haven’t even started.”

“S-shut up.”

You continued the action, sliding your tongue up and down the now slick surface, feeling Michael grip your hair tighter every time you applied just a little more pressure just below the tip. You knew that was his weak spot and you had every intention of making him cum, so you were using that information to your advantage. Every stroke of your tongue ended with you swirling your tongue over his tip, pressing harder just below the head, listening to Michael groan as you did so. You knew he was sensitive but this sensitive? You’d never seen him so pent up, so needy when he whined your name.

“Y/N..”

He moaned as you moved your attention to his balls, circling the outline of them with your tongue, keeping one hand on his cock, stroking it through the saliva slicked rubber.

Every lick and suck of his balls made his cock twitch against your hand. You moved from his balls to trace along his shaft again, never giving him a moment to recover. His hand gripped your hair tighter, dragging your face up and down as you continued to tease his length. The neediness in the whimpers and moans slipping from his mouth were going straight to your cunt, making your panties cling to your lips. Adjusting yourself, you slid a hand down your jeans to rub circles on your clit. The thought of Michael cumming whilst in the gimp suit made you unbelievably horny. Knowing he would be soaking his stomach in hot cum under the rubber was one of the sexiest things you’d ever thought about.

“Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum already.” Michael murmured, sounding both irritated and turned on.

You dragged your tongue from the tip of his cock to his balls, sucking both at once. From there, you slowly licked back up his shaft, licking stripes up and down, pausing at his tip to give it some more attention by teasing his slit through the rubber. The hand grasping your hair moved to grip the duvet. Michael bucked his hips up against your mouth, begging with his body for you to stimulate him more. You held his hips down, continuing to move up and down his cock, alternating between toying with his balls and attempting to suck his tip through the suit.

Michael really couldn’t take it much more. Even though he couldn’t feel the hot cavern of your mouth or the velvety walls of your cunt, the sensation of your tongue on his cock and the way you were intent on teasing him until he did cum was enough to make him climax. He felt himself shoot his load inside the suit, the heat of his cum spreading across his stomach, making a sticky mess on his skin. Flopping back against the pillows, he groaned in relief.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” You said, interrupting Michael’s post-coital daydream, climbing on top of him to straddle is softening length. “I think I should help you clean yourself up. You’re probably sticky as hell in that thing.” You leant forward to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

“Plus, I think it’s only fair if you return the favour. You’re not the only one who is a sticky mess right now.” You whispered.

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hart269 · 2 years

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Atone

Pairing : Michael Langdon x GN!Reader

Summary : When Michael returns, he is not same man who went missing and you like him more for better or for worse.

A/N : Second and final part of Blasé.

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Michael didn't return that night or the next morning. So, when you woke up all groggy, you tried to call him but to no avail. His phone was just outside your backyard and while you did try to search for him you couldn't find him anywhere.

Worry began gnawing at you as more time passed by. Seeing no other way out, you called the police, they came in for questioning. You explained what happened not going into the details while they reassured that he wouldn't have been gone far and would be found soon.

The police investigated the whole area and questioned the neighbous but no one had seen him wandering in the dark. And so the whole day went and the next but there was still no sign of him.

It was a small town so news travelled fast, some came to reassure you that Michael will return and everything will be fine, and some came to give their condolonces. There was even a search party led out.

You didn't know what would you do if he wasn't found. Michael was a big part of your life, you didn't even have many friends that you could rely on.

You could try to focus on your job but every part of your daily life was so connected with him, that you felt untethered without him.

Moreover you would mourn over the loss of someone you love, a thought you were trying to avoid.

It was the third day when they found him, the police dog had led them to an unconscious Michael laid under the same tree you usually visited. The only thing strange was that thepolice had searched that place multiple times but to no avail.

But that was beside the point, Michael was rushed to the hospital, he had a cut on his hand, he was extremely dehydrated and he had a concussion.

When he woke up, the first thing he did was call for you, an ask you were quite surprised by. You went to the hospital room he was at, you could see his shilloutte laying on the bed as the police was there questioning him of his whereabouts.

Michael didn't seem to remember much only that he had stumbled in the dark and hit his head. He then apologized for the inconvinience that he had caused. After a few more questions the police left and you fully entered the room.

Micheal's gaze shifted to you as you sat near the chair beside his bed. "How are you feeling" you asked gazing at him.

"Like someone hit me with a baseball bat" Michael groaned with a cheeky smile taking your hand in his unwounded one, gently caressing with his thumb.

"Michael, don't do that again, ever" You pleaded in a stern tone not exactly sure which incident you were referring to.

"I won't, I promise, I'm sorry for what I did"He said with such sincerity that you had no reason to not beleive him.

There was a peaceful silence as he gazed fondly at you with a gentle smile, something you admit, you had missed for some time.

Michael was released soon. Even after you two went home, his new changed behaviour continued. It was like he was a completely different person now, like he was before everything started to go wrong and much better.

You two even ate dinner together a rarity among itself. Michael tried to make conversation and soon the evening was filled with laughter instead of the usual cold silence that echoed through the walls.

You weren't quite sure how you were feeling about the whole thing or Michael's new persona, but as you realised your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, you realised maybe things were turning out to be better.

The night dawned while you two get ready for bed, that's when you noticed it. It was strange, so small you could have missed it if you didn't know it was there, was it a bruise, you moved closer to Michael to inspect it better.

"What's that" you questioned out loud.

"Hmm?" Michael turned around to look at you quizzically.

"You didn't have that before" you said turning him back, gazing at the 666 behind his ear.

"I don't know" Michael replied as he went look in the mirror. "Maybe I scratched myself in the woods or something"

"That's weird, does it hurt?" you glanced at him with concern as you ran a finger over the mark.

"No, I don't think so"

"Okay then"

Sensing your slight hesitation, Michael pulled you close, and wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug making you bury your face in his chest.

"Don't worry love, everything's going to be alright" Michael reassured kissing your forehead as his eyes went black.

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redroses07 · 2 months

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F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?

CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙

You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.

It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.

It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.

This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.

For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.

From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.

While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.

Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.

"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.

While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.

You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.

He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.

What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.

No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.

Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.

"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.

You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.

You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.

You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.

"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.

Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.

You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.

When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.

Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.

You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.

"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.

"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.

Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.

"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.

You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.

"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.

Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.

"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.

Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.

"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.

Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.

You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.

"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.

It was never a dull moment with her around.

"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.

Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.

You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.

You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.

You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.

You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.

You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"

You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.

"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.

No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.

You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.

"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.

You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.

Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.

Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.

When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.

Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.

"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.

You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.

Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.

The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.

Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.

"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.

Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.

The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.

The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.

Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.

"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.

Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.

You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.

Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.

You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.

Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.

Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.

Now all that was left to do was to wait.

You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.

You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.

"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.

You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.

"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.

Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.

Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.

"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.

You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.

Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.

You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.

She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.

You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.

Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.

The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.

"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.

Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.

"What's happening?" Madison shouted.

"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.

"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.

You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.

You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.

"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.

As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.

She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."

Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.

"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.

"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.

Your stomach dropped.

"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.

Zoe sighed in frustration.

'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"

Dammit. Was it that obvious?

"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.

Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."

You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.

"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.

You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.

"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.

You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.

As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.

"What the hell-"

You looked up to see Michael looming above you.

"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.

"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.

"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.

"I don't care, what we have is more important."

"Don't you agree?"

Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.

"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.

"Please..." Michael stammered.

You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.

"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.

That was it for you.

"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.

You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.

The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.

Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.

He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.

"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.

"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.

You laughed and kissed him again.

Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.

Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.

"God you're so beautiful."

You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.

Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.

"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.

"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.

'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.

His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.

You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.

Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.

Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.

"Well someone's excited." You stated.

"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.

You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.

"Want me to take care of that for you?"

Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.

"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.

You frowned, disappointed. He was right.

"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.

You smiled,

"That works for me."

On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.

"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.

"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.

Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.

"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.

You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.

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