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Alphabet Boy (Michael Langdon x reader)

Description: Michael and the reader, a rival witch, were always at each others throats, but what happens when the reader falls in love with him?

A/N: hey guys! So this is a fun little series I'm starting where I'm using songs from the Crybaby album as inspiration for fics. I'm not doing them in any particular order either, so they might seem a little random lol. The reader's gender is never specified, although the term witch is used to refer to them and they go to school at Robichaux. (In my opinion, a witch is a broad term for anyone who practices magic, regardless of gender, so take that as you will) Just a heads up, this is waaay longer than my usual fics, so you may need to break out the popcorn. Hope you enjoy! <3

Warnings: swearing, Michael is a meanie

Michael Langdon, boy wonder. That's what he was known as in the halls of Hawthorne. To you, however, he was a major pain in the ass. Always showing off and bragging that he was better than anyone else because of his talent and ability. He pissed you off to no end, and he knew it too. Part of you suspected that was why he acted the way he did, for attention.

You weren't so shabby yourself. Head of your class at Robichaux, most people suspected you were the next supreme. You couldn't blame them really. After all, you were naturally gifted to have extraordinary abilities, even for a witch.

You first met Michael at a meeting between the two different councils. You assumed him to be an arrogant prick, of which you were correct. All he ever did under the rare circumstances you guys saw each other was belittle your kind, although it was quite obvious the warlocks were by far the weaker link. Which is why you dreaded having to take the Seven Wonders, not because you were worried you would fail, but because the warlocks had requested Cordelia let Michael take them as well.

You shouldn't have felt worried, knowing well that it was impossible for a warlock to become the supreme, but something about Michael's magic unsettled you. You were confident you would win, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something would go terribly wrong.

The day before you and Michael were set to take the Seven Wonders, you, Cordelia, Myrtle, and Zoe arrived at Hawthorne, as Cordelia and the rest of the witches, including yourself, refused to let the warlocks enter your beloved home.

Once you arrived, the warlocks showed you the quarters you would be sleeping in during your stay. To your exasperation, Michael was the one chosen to show you to your room.

"This way," he said, his voice tinted with venom. You stuck your tongue out at him behind his back before he said "I saw that."

Picking up your bags, you followed him up the spiral staircase leading to the guest quarters. After walking past a couple different doors, he abruptly stopped in front of you, almost causing you to bump into him.

"You know, you should really learn to watch where you're going," he chastised.

You huffed in frustration as he opened the door to your room. "This is the quarters in which you'll be sleeping," he announced as you scooched past him, walking into the room and setting your bags on the ground.

"Dinner is at 6:00 pm sharp, don't be late," he said icely before he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Asshole," you murmured to yourself before unzipping your bags and putting your clothes in the empty set of drawers.

Later that night after dinner, you were studying for the Seven Wonders in the library when Michael walked up to you. You glanced up before sighing. "What do you want?"

"You know, if you were really prepared for the Seven Wonders, you wouldn't need to study," he said, smirking at you.

"And if you weren't such a prick, you would leave me alone," you said as you gave him a sarcastic smile before going back to your book.

"Hey now, I'm trying to help," he persisted.

"Are you? Or is this another one of your twisted forms of sabotage?"

You recalled back to when you had a huge exam you needed to pass, and having no one else to turn to, you went to Michael for help. He 'helped', alright. Helped by switching out your study guide and causing you to almost fail. You would have, too, if Cordelia wasn't so understanding.

"Ouch," he said, feigning dejection. "I'm wounded, truly I am."

"Look, I don't need any help, especially not from you," you huffed. "So could you just fuck off?"

His eyes turned dark for a second before returning back to normal. "Fine. But when you're perishing in the deepest pits of hell because you decided to be a spiteful little bitch, don't come crying to me for help." He gave you one last sour look before turning quickly at his heel and marching away.

On the day you were set to take the Seven Wonders, you and Michael met the two separate councils in the main hall at Hawthorne.

"I have no doubt you're going to do great," Cordelia said as she squeezed your hand in encouragement.

"Thanks," you smiled at her as you went to stand next to Michael.

"Good luck," he whispered. "You're going to need it," he said, smirking at you.

You stuck your tongue out at him before turning to face the councils.

After Cordelia explained the rules, your tests began.

First was telekinesis, next pyrokinesis, then divination, on and on until the only one left was descensum. The councils had given you both a day to prepare for it, seeing as a trip to hell and back was no easy feat. You and Michael had both aced each and every test up until this point, although you were still a little worried you wouldn't be able to pass descensum properly.

While walking back to your room so you could get a good nights rest before the final Seventh Wonder, you bumped into Michael, quite literally.

"Oh, pardon me," you excused yourself. "I should have been looking where I was going."

"It's fine, don't worry," he said, giving you a small smile.

The two of you had somewhat bonded during the Seventh Wonders, becoming less of enemies and more of accomplices, if you will.

You smiled back, glad he wasn't going to hex you into oblivion for a simple mistake like he would have merely days earlier.

"Have a good night," he said as he watched you walk to your room.

"You too!" You called over your shoulder. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

The following day, you were leaving your room to get ready to take the final test when you heard a group a Hawthorne boys chattering nearby.

Not wanting to deal with them that early, you hid in a shadowed section of the hallway as you waited for them to pass.

"Seriously, I don't know how you deal with them. I mean, if it were me I'd kill myself rather than have to be in the same room as a Robincheaux witch." You heard one boy say.

"Didn't you hear? He can spend so much time with them because Langdon's got himself a little crush!" A second boy said.

"Really?" Hawthorne boy one spoke again. "Is that true? Well tell us Langdon, when's your first date?"

Finally, you heard the voice of Michael himself. "I haven't got one."

"Then why were you being so chummy with the witch?" The second boy questioned.

"Yeah, why?"

"So I could get their guard down, that way it'll be easier to destroy them when I finally get the chance."

"So you're not going on a date?" Boy number two asked, sounding confused.

"Of course not. Why would I tamper my aura with being around them any longer than I had to? I'd rather burn in sulfuric acid than go on a date with them."

By this point, they'd gotten so far away you'd had to strain your ears to hear them, but you heard the last part loud and clear.

Your eyes burned with tears as you struggled to muffle the sobs threatening to escape your throat.

You thought about how apologetic he'd seemed when you bumped into him in the hallway, and how charming he'd been when he joked around with you while taking the Seven Wonders. More than anything, you thought about the feelings you had begun to grow for him, and the ones you thought he had grown for you too.

How could you be so foolish as to think he actually liked you? Of course he didn't. It was all for show.

After calming yourself down, you put on a brave face and continued to make your way downstairs, where the councils were waiting to see you and Michael perform the last Seventh Wonder, descensum.

You walked over and stood next to Michael, who looked surprisingly happy to see you, despite the words you heard him say earlier.

"Good luck out there," he whispered encouragingly.

"Drop dead," you seethed, not even glancing in his direction.

If you had, you would have seen his reaction, as his face was riddled with shock and hurt.

Cordelia instructed the two of you to lay down on the ground. After going over the instructions, she finished with, "If you do not return to your body by sunrise, you will die. Good luck, and may the final Seventh Wonder begin."

You closed your eyes as you began to make your descent into Hell. Once you opened them, you looked around to see you were back in the same hallway as you were when you overheard Michael's cruel words about you.

The scene replayed over and over, beginning with the Hawthorne boys questioning Michael about your relationship and ending with him saying he'd rather burn in sulfuric acid than go out with you.

It happened again and again, and each time you felt your heart shatter in two. You were so focused on blocking out the hateful noise you forgot all about the Seven Wonders. You just wanted it to stop. You pleaded, anyone, anything, to please make it stop. Seconds later, you got your wish.

Something about the scene changed. The Hawthorne boys were jeering at Michael, like before, but it was different this time, as you saw the real Michael walked towards you, stepping out of an unseen door.

"Hello," he greeted you softly as you stared back at him in disbelief.

"Wha- how- what are you doing here?" You stammered.

"Why, I'm here to get you, of course," he said as if the answer was obvious. "Come on, everyone's waiting for us back at the academy." He held out his hand to you, and even though you didn't want to, you reluctantly took it. Besides, what other choice did you have?

Once you returned to the world of the living, you felt yourself immediately being swooped up by a pair of arms.

"Oh, thank God, I thought we'd lost you for good," Cordelia said as she held you tightly to her chest. "You were gone for so long, we didn't think you'd be able to make it back."

"I'm okay," you reassured her, still a little dazed at what just happened.

After she made sure you were okay, Cordelia sent you and Michael to a seperate room so she and the councils could discuss. The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence until you decided to speak.

"Thank you. For saving me," you said as you looked straight ahead.

"Of course. What did you think I was going to do, let you die?"

"Yes."

You could feel his eyes on you, yet you continued to look forward.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I heard what you said about me in the hallway, as I'm sure you already know." You were struggling to hold back tears. "You don't really care about me, so why save me? We both know I failed the Seven Wonders, so it's not like I'm any real competition anyway. You win."

"But I do care about you," he said as he got up from his seat and kneeled down in front of you, taking your hand into his. "I only said all that stuff to get them to stop asking me questions about you.

"I didn't want to say all those awful things, but I knew if I told them the truth they'd harass you for it, and I'd never want you to have to go through anything like that. I truly do care about you."

"You really mean it? This isn't some trick?" You asked as you turned to face him.

"I really do, I promise." He stared up at you with adoration in his eyes, and you knew he wasn't lying.

"I...I care for you too," you admitted. "More than you know. I'm sorry I overreacted."

"Don't be, I probably deserved it."

"So...does this mean you'd like to go out sometime?"

"I'd love that." He smiled up at you as he lightly kissed your knuckles.

"Oh, c'mere you," you said as you grabbed his face and gave him a kiss. It was passionate and sweet, and you only pulled away when you could no longer breath.

You panted softly as you rested you forehead against his, taking in the moment. You didn't know what the future would hold, but you would gladly face it as long as he was by your side.

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galaxybabe2000 · 1 year

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Can you do a michael x reader where they have a little girl together and she tells him she is sad and its cute and fluffy

STOP I LOVE ANY OF THE BOYS AS DADS

When the infernal copulating between a human and a ghost created Michael Langdon, Satan bestowed upon his son many powers that would help him on his plans to world domination. All of these powers, be it telekinesis or pyromancy, mind reading or the power of persuasion, had come in handy as Michael grew up and followed the path that had been decided for him since long before he was born. If you had to take a wild guess, though, you would assume that Satan had not foreseen Michael using his powers to keep an eye on his small daughter.

Michael can sense Aurora's turmoil before she's even rounded the corner to his office. His sweet girl, named after the dawn to remind her parents that there was always light after the darkness, her being that light for them. Even when he was traveling far and wide to take care of business in the Outposts, he could still mentally check in on his daughter randomly during the day. Being at home in the Sanctuary, that link is amplified by 1000. It also doesn't help that she's just as dramatic as her dad (your claim, not Michael's) and that she's a master-in-training at making her emotions known to everybody.

The door to Michael's study swings open, Michael staring expectantly until he sees his daughter's blonde curls peek up over the desk. She should be napping right now, even though she adamantly claims that four-year-olds do not need naps. Aurora's naps are the one time you'll leave your daughter with a babysitter without Michael's suggestion, using this free-time as an uninterrupted hour and a half to go and accomplish whatever you need to do. You had mentioned this morning that you were interested in checking on the progress with the re-colonization of the newly-restored Earth, which is probably where you are.

"Rory," Michael attempts to scold (impossible on a normal day, but especially when he slips up and uses her nickname while trying to be the tough parent), "why aren't you with Ms. Mead right now?"

Aurora huffs, eyes shining with tears as she comes around the desk and stands in front of Michael with her hands on her hips. You claim that she's the spitting image of Michael, but when she stares at him with that determined look in her eyes, all he sees is you. "She doesn't know I'm gone."

"And how did you sneak away?"

"I was real quiet," Aurora explains.

"Uh-huh." Michael raises an eyebrow, but she remains unflinching. "You're supposed to be taking a nap right now."

Her bottom lip quivers, and Michael crumbles. "'m sorry Daddy."

Michael takes his daughter's small hands in his, the comforting gesture causing her to fully burst into tears. "Lovebug, why are you sneaking around the halls?"

"I just miss you!"

"What do you mean?" Michael lifts her onto his lap. "I'm right here."

"You were gone for so long, an-and now you're here, but you're always busy."

Yep, Michael's heart is definitely broken now. "We talked every night while I was gone, though!" One of the perks of the Cooperative needing technology is being able to see his family even if he can't be with his family.

"But you weren't here!" Aurora wails, throwing her head into his shoulder and sobbing more.

"Oh, please don't cry."

Michael wraps his arms around her in a tight hug, shushing and soothing her until her cries turn to whimpers. After a few minutes, Aurora finally brings her tearstained face up from his suit jacket, Michael using his thumb to wipe her tears.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been here for you." Michael can admit that he's definitely been busy lately, but he hadn't realized that it was affecting his daughter so much. He's been trying to spend extra time with her before she goes to bed, but that's not enough to keep her from missing him.

"Mama misses you too," Aurora says sleepily, one hand hanging by her side and the other lazily holding onto Michael's shirt. That settles it, Michael thinks as he secures his arms around Aurora and stands with her, walking to the little girl's bedroom. Unsurprisingly, you're already sitting in the rocking chair, waiting for your two favorite people to return.

"Ms. Mead was worried, so she came to find me," you explain.

"Sorry for running, mama," Aurora mumbles, blearily staring at you as Michael lays her on her bed.

"It's okay, baby. I know you just wanted to go see daddy."

Michael awkwardly sits on his cloak, sitting next to Aurora and holding onto her hand until her breathing evens out. Even when it does, he doesn't let go of her.

"I've fucked up, and I'm sorry," Michael begins.

"My love, please don't apologize. You're busy trying to rebuild the world," you say.

"But she doesn't understand that. She just knows that she wants me to be more present, but I'm not."

"She's four. Four-year-olds have big emotions, okay? It's all or nothing with them."

"I had a home built for us on the beach," Michael blurts suddenly.

You look up at him, startled. "You what?"

"I wanted to wait until the perfect moment, but there's really no better time than this. We'll still have our forever home, wherever we decide to make it, but this can be our own little paradise, our own Eden."

Michael puts an image in your head of the house and the location, and you gasp. "It's--"

"The beach where we had our first kiss. The beach that we got married on."

During Michael's Hawthorne days, which felt like a different lifetime now, you and he often snuck out to meet each other on a beach on the coast of Malibu. In hindsight, it's hilarious that you both danced around your feelings for so long when those were the lengths you went to to see each other when you were "just friends."

"Let's go away for a few days, just the three of us."

"But what about your work, the Cooperative?" You try to sound concerned for him, but you can't hide just how excited you are by this surprise.

"That can wait. Nothing is more important than my favorite girls." You surge towards Michael's lips, tenderly kissing him in thanks.

"I love you."

"I love you too, and I'm sorry for not being there for you or Aurora."

"I mean, just you taking a couple of days off will make it up to Aurora," you laugh.

"Daddy's not gonna work?" Aurora must have been woken up when Michael slipped his hand from hers, having caught the tail end of the conversation.

"Nope, I'm all yours."

All of Michael's doubts and worries, his fears and anger, none of it matters when he sees how brightly his baby smiles at him.

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galaxybabe2000 · 1 year

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Gorgeous 18+ (part 2)

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

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“I’m glad you are awake. I brought these for you.” William lifted a small bouquet of yellow roses in a clear vase. “William, what are you doing here?” Ms. Benson and Cordelia looked to each other before Cordelia asked, “You two know each other?” I nodded and gestured for him to enter. “We are acquainted, yes.” William handed me the flowers and nodded in acknowledgment to my supreme and instructor. “How do you know where his room is?” Williams hand rested on the back of his neck anxiously. “His room is across the hall from mine. We often bump into one another. He’s been pretty much confined there since the incident.”

I handed the roses to Cordelia and grabbed ahold of William’s hand before pulling him into the hallway. “Slow down! You’re going to pull my arm off!” I stopped and released his wrist. “I’m sorry. It’s just important. He was punished for no reason!” William nodded in understanding. “I get that, but you already told them that he didn’t do anything, why do you have to tell him yourself?” He’s right. Why do I need to be the one to tell him, he’s bound to find out, but for some reason I needed to see him. Why? “It’s okay, follow me. I’ll take you.”

William’s upbeat attitude soothed my troubled mind. His hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. “Thanks, William.” He smiled softly. “Billy. My friends call me Billy.” I smiled in return at the sudden warmth in my chest of being considered his friend. “We’re friends now?” He nodded and pulled his hand from my back into his pants pocket. “That’s right!” Billy, huh? He was sweet. Handsome too. The way his chocolate eyes sparkled when he saw me. I wonder what he thinks about me? I quickly pushed those thoughts away. I was only going to be here for a couple of weeks. I already lost 2 days.

Billy stopped at a large wooden door. “This is him. Do you want me to stay?” I shook my head. “I should be okay. Thank you.” He gestured with his thumb behind him. “Okay, I’ll be just across the hall if you need me.” I thanked him once more and watched him disappear into his room. I took a deep breath and gently knocked on Michael’s door. I could hear shuffling from the other side and within seconds the door opened. Michael stood before me. Thick golden hair disheveled, and his usual tidy uniform was replaced by a black tee shirt and black ripped jeans. His face shifted from irritation to rage when he realized it was me. “Come to rub my nose in it?”

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Michael POV:

“What exactly did you tell them? Because there are a lot of rumors going around?” (Y/n)’s brows furrowed in contemplation. “The truth, what did you hear?” Her voice was defiant and proud like she couldn’t believe what I was telling her. “Well..” I started as I walked around her. “Some people have been saying that I put a sleeping hex on you.” She scoffed and gestured to herself. “Do I look like the victim of a hex to you?” I have a feeling she doesn’t want to hear how she looks to me.

I carelessly brushed a strand of hair that was out of place back over her shoulder. She started to shrink under my curious gaze. My tongue moved to moisten my suddenly dry lips. She watched this action before looking away and swallowing hard. Well, what do we have here? Pink cheeks, nervous fidgeting, refusing to look at me, I think she might like me. Something about this squared my shoulders with pride. I wonder if I can make her forget her pretentiousness. Or maybe I can use it to play with her. “Others are saying that you were so afraid of me that you fainted.”

She rolled her eyes and once more dramatically gestured to herself. “If I’m so afraid of you, why would I be here?!” Got her. I lifted my arms in an exaggerated stretch and smirked as her eyes immediately went to the small patch of skin revealed by my tee shirt lifting. This is too easy. “That reminds me, why are you here, (y/n)?” I lowered my voice just a fraction and the effect was perfect. Her chest rose sharply as I spoke her name barely above a whisper. “I would have been alerted that I was no longer being punished for a crime I didn’t commit, but you wanted to do it. Alone. Why?” Her lip trembled slightly. Was she going to cry? Did I go too far with my teasing?

I was close to apologizing when she locked eyes with me again “I don’t really know, you were the first person I wanted to see when I woke up.” Her confidence caught me off guard. I backed up a fraction as I contemplated what she had just confessed. Does she even know what she just said? She must have, right? I mentally cursed myself as I felt my cheeks warm. “Sorry, I’m gonna go. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t get you into trouble on purpose. Bye!” She suddenly left me alone with my thoughts as she ran out of my room and down the hallway. Cute.

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(Y/n) POV

I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life! Why did I act like that! He’s totally playing with me, and I let him get under my skin! I ran straight to my room. “What’s wrong with you?” Amber was visibly annoyed by my sudden burst into our room. “Sorry. I just….embarrassed…ya know?” She rolled her eyes and returned to applying her makeup. “No.” There was a sudden knock on the door which startled Amber into smearing her eyeliner. I tried to suppress a smile. Why does she have such a bad attitude today? She didn’t even have anything to say about the fact that I’d been asleep for two days in the infirmary.

I opened the door revealing Michael in his usual tidy uniform. “You change fast.” His breath hitched only a fraction at my comment. “Sorry, did that sound weird?” Amber was suddenly beside me. “Well, well, (y/n). Aren’t you going to introduce me to your very handsome friend?” Michael suddenly looked from me to her with a tight smile. “My name is Michael Langdon, you should leave.” I opened my mouth to object to his rudeness, but Amber seemed to be under some sort of influence. “Of course. I’ll be going.” Her voice was monotone. Michael moved out of her way and she left. “Why did you do that? It’s rude to just use your magic on people like that!” He shrugged before gesturing inside. “I was practicing for the 7 wonders, May I come in?” I stood firmly in his way. “Why?”

He shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. “I need your help with magic.” I raised a skeptical brow and crossed my arms. “Why would you need my help?” He bit onto his bottom lip and sighed in defeat. “Because I put way too much into my spells and I always end up exhausted. I need your help learning self control… Please?” My chest fluttered at his soft tone. He was really self conscious about this. “Okay.” I stepped to the side and allowed him into my room. To my dismay he immediately began exploring and touching everyone’s things. “Which bed is yours?” I took a seat in the middle of the floor. “None of your business, now come here.” He pointed to the bed behind me. “It’s that one. I know it.”

He was correct, but I kept my face unreadable. “Michael~” He sighed in defeat and sat in front of me crossing his long legs as he did so. “You are all business, miss (L/n).” I nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah.” He laughed softly at my comment. I admired the way his stone face came to life when he smiled. “You don’t need to be so serious.” I gestured to him. “What about you? You are so serious.” One part of the rumor was true. He did scare me when he shouted in the classroom. Seing him relaxed like this, I wouldn’t believe he was the same person. “Why did you get so upset before?” He raised a curious brow waiting for me to clarify. “When I said you have nothing to prove.” He nodded as he understood what I was asking.

“You have no idea how much pressure is on me to perform well and learn fast. My father..has plans for me.” Is he not dead? Why would he need a summoning circle if his father isn’t dead. Thoughts raced around my mind about witch unions with demonic spirits resulting in powerful children to keep their bloodline strong. “Your father’s a demon.”

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Michael POV

How could she assume something so close to the truth? I have told her absolutely nothing! I wanted to run. She noticed my discomfort and rested a warm hand onto my knee. “I’m sorry, it isn’t my business. You seem like you would like to keep your personal life private.” I relaxed under her touch. Did she mean that? Did she really not expect answers from me? Everyone expects so much from me. “How did you know my father wasn’t a warlock?” She shrugged. “Billy said that you contact him with summoning circles and he assumes that your dad is dead, but you just confirmed he was alive. It’s pretty common for witches from powerful bloodlines to couple with demons in order to keep their lines powerful. I just put the pieces together.” I suddenly couldn’t shake the thought of if she were one of those witches. Could she know what I was and still want me? Did she crave power like those witches did. “Would you couple with a demon for power?”

She choked on something. Whether it was saliva, air, or her own embarrassment, she couldn’t stop coughing. “What?” Heat rushed to my cheeks as I repeated myself. “Would you have sex with a demon in order to gain power?” She shook her head, and my stomach tightened in an unfamiliar sensation, was I disappointed? No I was familiar with that feeling. This was new to me. “I would have to really like someone to let them into my bed. Plus, it wouldn’t give me power, only give me a powerful child.” A small flicker of hope washed my discomfort away. She didn’t say that she wouldn’t let a demon into her bed, just that she had to really like them.

A sudden thought of jealousy plagued my thoughts and washed away my short lived hope. “Who is Billy?” She pointed to me. “Your dorm neighbor “Billy Banks.” Realization finally overcame me. She was talking about that twiggy boy who’s room is across the hall from mine. “William… How do you know him?” Her lips were plump from her anxious habit of biting them, and at my question they pulled into a smirk. “Why? Jealous?” A single beat didn’t even pass before I answered. “Yes.”

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(Y/N) POV

I shivered from the intensity of his ocean eyes and sudden confession. The room was suddenly cold but my body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to move but his gaze pinned me in place daring me to react or move. I looked nervously at my hand still resting on his knee. His head tilted to the side as he watched me. He made no move at all. It was like a game of chess and it was my move. I suddenly swallowed a lump in my throat. “He’s a friend.” No reaction at all. What did I even want from this? I wanted Michael to move, to do anything to break this tension between us. “(Y/n)...” his voice was rough and low. He spoke my name like it was a flower. Something precious. “Michael?…” I didn’t notice when we started getting closer.

“I want to kiss you…” Oh my… his voice was nothing but a breathy whisper that made my entire body ache. “Please do…” I expected him to suddenly smirk or tease me, but the tension only continued to build. “I’ve never done it before… will you show me?” He couldn’t be serous. I leaned back to see his face still held that intensity. Maybe he was. I was breathless and couldn’t find the words to say okay, so I nodded and moved my hands to rest onto his shoulders. I liked this side of Michael. He seemed so sweet. “Close your eyes.” My voice was weak. Just barely over a whisper and it showed how nervous I was. Michael’s eyelids closed slowly displaying his reluctance to look away from me.

Once they were closed I moved closer and my hands raised to cradle his head while I tilted it up to meet my trembling lips. He inhaled sharply at the contact. His lips were warm and soft and I started moving mine against them. His hands held me firmly against his chest as he began to reciprocate. He couldn’t possibly be new at this. Kissing him felt so right. I could feel an ache between my legs and I absentmindedly started to move my hips as the kiss deepened. I couldn’t control the moan that slipped past my lips and into his mouth. My tongue teased his bottom lip as I was more than eager to taste him. He parted his lips for me, and I slipped inside. He was very new to this. He tentatively began to explore my mouth with his tongue and moved me onto my back as he grew more comfortable.

He pulled away and looked down at me. His hair was once more disheveled, his pupils were blown until they swallowed the beautiful blue. He pulled his tie down a fraction to make it easier for him to breathe and I felt very self-conscious of my own position sprawled out beneath him. He was between my legs already with my skirt slipping up my thighs. He was shaking with his hands on either side of my head. “Michael…” He closed his eyes and groaned at the sound of my voice. “Please don’t say anything… I need to calm down.” Why? “Do you want to stop?” His eyes snapped open. Instead of his pupils covering his Iris his entire eye was black resembling his demon heritage. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of you.” He scoffed softly as he tried to control his heavy breathing. “You should be. If you had any idea what I wanted to do to you, you would be.”

I lifted my hand against his straining erection resulting in a strangled moan falling from his lips as he fell forward. “I’m not stupid, Michael. I know what you want to do to me. Have you ever… before?” He shook his head as I continued to rub my thumb against him. “I can help you. If you want?” He pressed his forehead against my shoulder as I started stroking him with my whole hand. “Have you ever..?” I bit onto my lip as I contemplated what to say. In my experience guys didn’t like it when girls have been with other guys, but I can’t lie to him.

“Once, but it was a while ago, and I didn’t really want it. I just didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.” I tried to push back the memories, but luckily Michael pulled me into the present here with him his unnatural eyes looking into mine. “Do you want THIS?” I nodded slowly. “Very much, yes.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Then tell me what I need to do.” I looked over to my bed. “Let’s move to the bed. As much as I want you, the floor still isn’t how I want you to experience your first time.” His eyes started to shift back to their magnificent blue irises. “Are you here with me?” He nodded and placed affectionate kisses along my jaw and collar bone. “You’re really sweet, (y/n). Thank you for thinking of me, but I also want your first time with me to be perfect.”

He reluctantly pulled away from me and helped me to stand. “Which bed is yours? Or should I just pick one and hope for the best?” His lips tickled my ear as he spoke making me laugh and shiver from the sensation. “You guessed right earlier.” His tongue darted out to wet the corner of his mouth. “I knew it.” He picked me up so suddenly that I squeaked. “I thought you were an angel? Are you a mouse now?” I couldn’t contain my laughter at his playful tone. He placed me down on the bed flat on my back and I sighed in relief when his lips began kissing me tenderly. My own lips chased after his when he suddenly pulled away. “What do I do now?” anything you want to me. “It helps if you make sure I am ready for you first.” His brows furrowed as he examined me trying to understand what I meant. “You remember how I was stroking you?” He nodded slowly. “Well, you can touch me too. Girls become wet when we want sex. We also become looser when aroused, but you can make sure I am stretched enough to handle you.” his brows furrowed together as he took in this information, but he remained irritatingly still. The more time passed the more desperate I became. “Michael, please just touch me.” My voice came out as a soft whine that caused his eyes to darken. “I like that sound.”

I grabbed his hand and slipped it into my panties. “I will make it more if you touch me like this.” His nimble fingers explored my aching vulva, and as his middle finger teased my entrance I whimpered. “Please, Michael.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck as he gently pushed his finger inside of me. “You are very wet. You must really want this huh? Tell me how much you want it?” He began moving his finger in and out as he experimented with the right movement and tried different angles. “I want this so badly, Michael. You can stretch me more with another finger. Once you can fit about three fingers in me I will be ready for your cock.” He quirked a brow at that. “Cock?” I frustratingly reached down to show him what I meant. “This.” He groaned at the sudden contact and awarded me with another finger inside my soaked hole. “This is going to go inside of me, and then I’m yours.”

His hips bucked at my words. “Mine? Do you mean it? You will be mine?” I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Michael. All yours.” One more finger stretched me. I gripped his forearm as he curled the fingers inside of me earning a sharp moan.He suddenly groaned in irritation and looked down at me apologetically. “You are going to hate this, but we have to stop.”

I sat up suddenly worried. “Why, what’s wrong?” He slipped his fingers out of me and headed into the bathroom and returned with a warm wet washcloth and began cleaning the mess between my legs. He leaned in for one more kiss then adjusted himself and tidied his uniform. “The grand chancellor is on his way with the supreme.” He helped me onto my feet and tidied my hair and uniform before taking a seat onto the floor. I quickly placed candles around him and he began holding them in front of him to light them with his mind but they weren’t lighting. “I usually use my blood to light them.”I was surprised that he couldn’t complete such a simple task the traditional way. “You can’t light them this way?” He sighed in exaggerated irritation. “What do you want from me? I am obviously struggling! That’s why I came to you in the first place!” Michael winked as a knock sounded at the door. I quickly opened it revealing the two people that Michael said were on their way. “(Y/n), what are you two doing in here?” Cordelia asked and examined Michael as he lit the candle with his mind. “I did it!” The grand chancellor spoke next. “Are you helping him practice the 7 wonders?”

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Hell Fire

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Reader and Long haired apocalypse!Michael have just tied the knot and now it’s time for the fun part to begin.

Word Count: 1,053

Rating: M

Warnings: Dom! Michael, a bit of playfulness, finger sucking, spanking, choking, swearing, a little blood play, unprotected sex. (Probably sucks.)

After Michael had defeated the witches, he and Y/n decided to move into the outpost until they started their new world. Soon they had gotten married, surprisingly there was quite a big crowd for their wedding. Something Michael loved about her, she was just as fucked up as he was. When he destroyed the witches, she had fun helping him, he needed her and she needed him. Together they were to take over the world and would self-proclaim themselves King and Queen of the new world.

Y/n giggled as her new husband, Michael, chased her up the stairs of the outpost. She couldn’t be happier, especially because she knew what was coming next. To say that their sex life was intense would be an understatement. It was raw and intoxicating, he never held back and that’s exactly what she loved. Y/n walked backwards holding up some of her wedding dress, she licked her lips a mischievous glint in her eyes. She saw the hunger in his eyes, the look lighting a fire deep inside of her. Turning around she picked her dress up more running into their bedroom turning on her heels to look at her husband upon hearing a growl come from Michael, only to come face to face with the strawberry blonde beauty. “Sit.” He demanded, to which she happily did. “My beautiful queen, I must say as much as I love the way that dress looks on you; it needs to come off.” He tilted his head waiting for her to follow instructions. “Yes sir.” Y/n smirked, her fingers coming to the zipper on the front of her dress slowly pulling it down. Michael growled becoming impatient, he flicked his wrist making the zipper fall to where it stopped at her navel. This action made the female shake her head as she stood up letting the dress fall from her frame, leaving her in nothing but the blood red lingerie underneath. He whispered a soft ‘fuck’ as he took in his wife’s lace covered body. “Take off the suit Mr. Langdon.” She said licking her lips, eyes dark with lust. “Mrs. Langdon are you ordering me around already?” He teased walking closer to her, his hands behind his back. Without saying a word, the female lifted her hand before dropping it, this action caused his buttoned shirt to rip open. “I think I am.” This action made him growl. He grabbed his wife turning her around before ripping the garment off her body, his lips next to her ear. “I don’t think so Y/n, I’m in charge tonight. You do as I say, or you will be punished.” His hand wrapping around her throat, his rings digging into the soft skin of her neck. She let out a moan her head falling back to look up at Michael. She couldn’t form any words, so she nodded the best that she could. “Good.” He ducked his head down to bite the soft flesh of her shoulder. “Now lay down.” Michael growled letting go of her neck and giving her plump ass a smack, the smack made her moan and bite her lip hard enough to draw blood. Y/n looked behind her and knew exactly what he wanted her to do, she crawled onto the bed on all fours. She wiggled her ass, her core dripping arousal down her thigh. A soft desperate whimper escaped her lips as she waited for him to take her. “Such a needy little slut, who owns you Y/n?” He practically growled his eyes filled with hunger. “You do sir.” She said without any hesitation. Michael’s impressive member stood at attention as he finished undressing himself, the head purple and oozing pre-cum. The female looked behind her and salivated at the sight of her husband’s cock, they have done this dance many times before; but it never got old.

Michael thrusted into her without warning, his pace started slow but rough. He wanted to make sure that she felt every inch of his thick length, one of his long slender fingers tracing from where they were connected; up her spine before wrapping his fist into her hair. He pulled Y/n up so her back was flush against his chest, yanking her head to the side as he left bite marks in the crevice of her neck. “Fuck! More Michael please, no more playing I need you.” At the sound of his wife’s plea, he pulled out of her and turning her around so he could push her back onto the soft satin sheets. Without skipping a beat, he was thrusting himself into her warm wet walls, angling his hips to hit the soft spongy wall that drove her crazy. Her back arched, y/n’s nails scratching at his shoulders drawing blood. One of his large hands came to grip her neck, this making her vision cloud with dark spots making her moan out loud. Y/n reached her hand up to grip the back of her husband’s neck pulling him in so their lips pressed together, making him release the hold on her neck, her teeth sunk into his plump bottom lips enough to draw blood. Michael followed suit biting down on her bottom lip to make her bleed as well, then their lips collided into an intense kiss. “My blood.” She moaned out, her thumb brushing the red liquid over the plump flesh. He smirked knowing exactly what she was doing, his thrusts became harsher, he sucked the blood off her thumb then repeated her words. “My blood.” The action made the couple smirk at each other as they came closer to their climax, Y/n closed her eyes in pure pleasure. “Eyes on me Y/n, say it with me.” She opened her eyes the best she could and nodded, his thrusts hitting the spongy spot within her walls repeatedly, his hips started to become sloppier signaling that he was just as close as she was. “Our blood!” The both moaned out as they both reached their climax, the words making all the candles burn brighter as the flames burned red. The flames never dying down until they both rode out their highs, and he pulled out and laid next to her. “I love you, Mrs. Langdon.” Michael smiled pulling her to him. “I love you too, Mr. Langdon.”

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Inexperienced - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader! (Final Part)

Summary: After months of dating, Y/N and Duncan confess their deeper feelings for each other.

Warnings: Virgin! reader, sMuT, foreplay (female receiving), soft! dom! sweet! Duncan, light praise kink, some swearing, cliche settings (SUE ME), lots of fluff soz

A/N: I thought about making this a series with a bunch of first time stuff between reader and Duncan, but I figured ending it on this note would be better.

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme , @fallenangel4996 , @1-800-bitchcraft , (tagged some who I thought would like to be <3)

Inseparable was truly the best word to describe the relationship between Duncan and Y/N. They’ve been dating for months, and ever since getting together that night, they’ve been attached at the hip. They were apart when they went in for their own work, or had visits with their family, or when going out of town for work in Duncan’s case. But whenever otherwise they could be together, they were, wanting to be in each other’s company.

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Michael Langdon with a Short S/O HCs

Request (anonymous): Michael Langdon with a short reader. Thank you!

Warnings: NSFW mentions but nothing too explicit

Notes: I apologize for the ridiculously long wait. If you see this, precious anon, I hope you enjoy it! xx

he would tease you relentlessly about your height

it wouldn’t necessarily be done maliciously

unless he was particularly angry with you at the time

a lot of it would be the typical schoolyard teasing

like he would hold items above his own head so you couldn’t reach them

he would enjoy watching you jump to try to get it from him

sometimes he would intentionally place things on a high shelf

that way you would have to ask him for help to get it down

or he’s just being an ass and deliberately keeping it from you

he would be so protective over you though

he doesn’t necessarily believe your height has anything to do with your ability to protect yourself

but he would feel the need to look after you

not to mention the size kink

he loves the size difference between you

it makes him feel more empowered when he’s dominating you

feeling how small you are underneath his hands drives him crazy

he would often have his hands on you for that reason

sometimes he’ll pat your head or something equally condescending

it would mostly be just to rile you up

the nicknames he would have for you would depend on his mood

“ankle-biter” “little bit” “half-pint” “shortcake” “mouse” “mighty mouse” “little wonder”

most of the time they would be affectionate in nature

the number of times he would literally just pick you up and carry you away

sometimes he’ll do it because you were annoying or irritating him

other times it would be more for your own good than anything else

especially if you were a feisty personality

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Cody Fern & Co.

PLEASE NOTE! any starred titles (”*examples*”) is erotica and NOT intended for anyone under the age of 18.

last updated // Jan. 20, 2022

cody fern

cody fern has stated on multiple occasions that fanfics regarding himself make him uncomfortable so there are none of him on my blog.

michael langdon from apocalypse

fanfics

*Untitled (Smut)*

*Needed (Smut)*

Overtime (Fluff)

drabbles

period pains

telling him you’re pregnant (tw)

*finding him pleasuring himself*

finding out you’re FTM

*fighting for dominance*

feeding his love strawberries (slight ddlg tw)

overjoyed by your pregnancy

*mean daddy michael*

revealing his true form to you

sketching his true form

*tying him down and teasing him*

flashing his “kitty eyes” at his little (ddlg tw)

*using toys on michael*

*mommy kink*

*cockwarming michael*

*after you had a bad day*

michael langdon is ticklish

*breeding kink*

singing to his newborn baby

braiding his hair

soft, sweet nothings

duncan shepherd from house of cards

fanfics

*Cherry Popsicle (Smut)*

*His Little Lamb (Smut)*

Untitled (Fluff)

*Little Mouse (Smut)*

Alphabet Soup (Fluff)

Cute (Fluff)

Puppy Love (Fluff)

*First Time (Smut)*

*First Time II (Smut)*

*Stoned (Smut)*

drabbles

when he makes you cry

being affected by his coldness

*mean!dom duncan*

*subby, needy duncan*

smooth talker duncan

comforting you when you have a bad day

*mean daddy!duncan teasing you for crying*

*football!duncan after a game*

jim mason from the tribes of palos verdes

fanfics

Untitled (Fluff)

*Sweets (Smut)*

*The Jim Mason Experience (Smut)*

Baby Boy (Fluff)

Beauty Is Pain (Fluff)

Playful (Fluff)

Love Regardless (Fluff)

Night Terrors (Fluffy Angst)

Sober Up (Fluff)

drabbles

picking him up when he’s down

when he spirals

good guy jim when you get stood up

you propose to him by accident

reader has a drug problem

being playful

*mean daddies jim and mark (ddlg tw)*

taking care of you

the foursome

fanfics

drabbles

when you safeword

*negative headspaces in your collar*

being jealous of the attention you give jim

having a stressful day and needing your collar

part two

running away after a fight

when you finally come home

teaming up against you

trying to make it up to you

hiding your feelings from them

attached to michael

*comforting an overwhelmed reader in bed*

jim leaves you accidentally

part two, where they try to make it up to you

duncan tells you to leave

*aftercare with jimmy*

*they make you watch*

they comfort little!reader (ddlg tw)

*mean!daddies make you slip (ddlg tw)*

their possessive angel (ddlg tw)

*when they learn more about you*

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Tamzin Merchant as Katherine Howard

The Tudors (4.03)

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Unholy Conception (Thomas Browne x Reader)

Part 3 of Closer To God

Blurb: Y/N, after marrying Thomas, is settling into her marriage to the man she admired in secret for months. Yet, Thomas seems to be seeking to consummate their marriage in another way.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy

A/N: holy shit, I didn’t expect people to even like my first Thomas fanfic but as per a request, here’s a third part to Closer To God. So sorry for this taking agesss, it’s the middle of assignment season at my university so I’ve been caught up in essay writing ugh.

You awoke to the sensation of Thomas peppering your neck with kisses, his lips warm against your skin, his hands exploring the contours of your body.

“Good morrow, my love. I can barely resist your form, even when I have felt every inch many a time before.” He mumbled into your collarbone between kisses.

“Was last night not enough to quell your fires?” You laughed, not the least surprised at his displays of affection. If there was anything you had learnt about Thomas, it was that too much of you was never enough. Self-disciplined as he was, he was perfectly hedonic when it came to your body.

“My dear, you spark my fires and only satisfy them for mere moments before I am lit with passion once again.” His fingers slipped the strap of your nightdress down, exposing more of your skin to him.

Knowing where his wandering lips and hands would lead, you pressed back against him, feeling his already hardening length. Thomas gave a groan in response, gripping your hip and grinding himself against your barely concealed ass, just a thin layer of cotton preventing skin on skin contact. His lips found yours, kissing you as he shifted to straddle you, fingers trailing between your thighs to find your sex, slick and hot, ready for him. One hand cradled your face, the other rubbed between your folds, rubbing circles on your clit.

“I will forever be grateful that I get to do this to you whenever I please.” Thomas whispered, nipping at your neck, then kissing up to your ear. “You are mine, but we haven’t consummated this marriage in the holiest way possible.”

You gave him a puzzled look, searching his grey eyes, trying to work out what he was talking about. You had been married for around three months now, what more was there to ‘consummate’?

“I do not believe I understand what you are implying, my love.” You finally responded, giving up on trying to decipher whatever subliminal message he had tried to convey.

Thomas’s fingers entered you, sliding slowly in and out of your silky insides, your hips rocking in correspondence with his movements. A few breathy moans escaped your lips as he scissored inside you, stretching your walls open. His fingers withdrew from your insides, leaving you feeling hollow and empty. He sat back and inspected his fingers, drawing them apart to watch your fluids stretch between them, clear and gluey.

“Just as I thought, you are very fertile today.”

It all clicked in your head. Thomas wanted to consummate your union through conception. It explained why his hands seemed to spend more time spreading over your stomach. No doubt he was envisioning you heavy with his child, signalling to the whole village that you were his.

“Let me plant my seed in you, my love. You are so tight and fertile today, just perfect for me to fill you and father our child. Will you let me, Y/N?” He asked softly, pressing his fingers, still slicked from your cunt, into your mouth. He marvelled at the filthy display, your tongue licking up the sinful by-product of your arousal. Removing his fingers, he awaited your response.

“O-of course. I had been hoping I was already with child but alas, I have bled each month.”

You had been desperately praying that your monthly bleed would vanish, confirming that Thomas’ relentless pounding of you had resulted in something more than just an orgasm. The whole idea of having his child not only made you unbelievably aroused but also added to your need to please him in every conceivable way. If he wanted a child with you, you were more than willing to give him just that.

“As always, my good little daughter of Eve bows to my sinful demands.” Thomas hissed, arousal creeping into his voice as he began pulling your nightdress off, exposing you to the chill of the morning air. You had barely a moment to process the coldness on your skin before his tongue was on your left nipple, a large hand cupping your other breast. Groaning in pleasure, you arched your back, pressing yourself into his mouth. He chuckled against your skin, sending a vibration through your sensitive flesh.

“I cannot wait to see you swollen with my child. I will be unable to resist you, even more so than now, when you are such an eager little slut.” He murmured, drawing back to look at your pathetic form below him, nipples hardened into buds and your skin flushed.

“Only an eager slut for you, Sir.” You tossed in the honorific, knowing it seemed to alight something within Thomas that made him even more passionate.

“That is right. I am glad you know your place, Miss L/N. You are nothing but my little plaything, with a tight, young cunt for me to fill up.” His filthy words made you squirm, heat rising to your cheeks.

“And now a womb to flood with my seed.” He added, idly rubbing a finger down your slit, gathering your leaking fluids.

A hand firmly grasped your right leg, pressing it up to your chest. You knew he was doing this to get as deep as he could into you, really split you in two, leave you shaking and panting.

“Are you ready, my love?” He asked, his tone returning to soft, a momentary pause in his lust-fuelled immoral bedroom talk.

“Of course. I have always been ready for you, Thomas.”

Thomas smiled at this, leaning down to kiss you again, gentle as a breeze against your lips.

You felt his tip slide into you, the familiar sensation of each inch pressing deeper and deeper into you until he could fit no more of himself into you. You gave a long moan, as if you had forgotten just how delicious he felt inside you. After giving you a few moments to adjust to his size, he pressed your knee tight to your chest and worked his pace up. Soon the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, accompanied by the lewd sound of Thomas sliding in and out of your soaking entrance. With each thrust, you felt his tip pressing up against your cervix, pummelling its sensitive surface. Every so often, he would press a kiss to your cheek or neck, when he wasn’t so lost in the sensation of your velvety walls wrapping around his length, practically sucking him deeper into you.

“I have dreamt about fucking my child into you every night, Y/N. Even during our ceremony, I was envisioning this moment. Such filthy feelings you give me, little temptress.” Thomas purred, trailing a hand over your lower stomach before halting at your clit, rubbing circles on it. You wanted to respond to him, but your words got lost in a tangle of moans and half utters of his name.

You hesitated, wondering if you should use the name Thomas referred to himself as around Edward. Judging by how much you calling him ‘sir’ turned him on, this name would likely have the same reaction. Plus, it seemed fitting considering your joint mission this morning to make him a father.

“I-I have wanted this all along too, Daddy.” You managed to choke out between moans as Thomas continued to plough into you, never easing up in his pace.

He paused for a moment, a look of shock crossing his face. That word coming from your lips tapped into some deep desire that he hadn’t explored, a desire far too wrongful for a godly man like himself to ever confess to having. He pulled out, roughly flipping you onto your front.

“Daddy, hm? You really are tainted by sin. But I will indulge in your longing for me to treat you like the dirty little harlot you are.” Thomas mused, tracing a hand over your ass, pausing to rub a thumb between your dripping lips before roughly spanked you, eliciting a yelp. Yanking your hips up and towards him, he entered you again, not even hesitating before pounding into you.

“You want Daddy’s seed in you, hm? You are going to take all my seed in that tight, young cunt?” He purred, pulling your hair to yank your head up. Like so many times before, you found yourself staring up at the figure of Christ on the crucifix, feeling the judgmental stare of the son of God as you were defiled like a cheap harlot in an alleyway.

“Y-yes, Daddy. Fill me with your child, just as you always wanted to do.” You managed to choke out, your breath hitching with each deep roll of Thomas’ hips. The utterance of this nickname drove him wild, pressing your face into the mattress and using his other hand to rub tight, quick circles around your swollen clit. His motions brought your already fast approaching climax to its peak, your heat bursting within you, causing your walls to clamp around his length. Your moans were animal, unholy, and tinged with the lust only he could stir within you.

Your display of indulgent sexual pleasure brought Thomas to his end, thick ropes of cum releasing inside of you, mixing with your own fluids.

“Ah, Mary mother of Christ!” He exclaimed, any sense of shame for blaspheming cast aside, being too absorbed in his mission to fuck a child into you.

With a sigh of reluctance, he pulled out, admiring the sight of your full cunt, his seed beginning to drip between your swollen lips. He gently pulled you onto your side, holding you close and kissing your neck.

“Do you believe we have been successful, my love?” He asked, his voice returning to his usual soft and polite tone.

Your hand found his, intertwining with it, feeling the metal of his wedding ring rub against yours. You felt inextricably close to him, closer than ever before, not just in matrimony but in spirit.

“I would like to hope so. If not, then we shall just have to try again, won’t we?” You said, still catching your breath, looking over your shoulder to see Thomas smirking slightly.

“You know I have no complaints about that proposition, my love.”

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The weeks had passed, and you prayed at every church service that you wouldn’t bleed this month. Maybe a selfish prayer, but you couldn’t bear to disappoint Thomas with the news that you weren’t pregnant. Your hope was waning thinner the closer it came to the due date of your bleeding.

At first, you assumed the sickness that was growing in your stomach was just nerves. It wasn’t anything serious, so you brushed it off, continuing to prepare a meal for when Thomas and Edward returned home from whatever errand they were running. Trying to distract yourself from the rush of worries and thoughts in your head, you set the table, lighting a set of candles to brighten the room.

Kneeling by the side of your bed, you reeled off a set of pleading prayers, begging God to forgive you for your sinfulness and bless you with a child. In your rush of whispered words, you didn’t hear Thomas enter the room.

“Ah, so now you take to prayer! Where was all that enthusiasm for godliness all those times you stared at me for the entire sermon?” Thomas’ voice startled you, making you jump up.

Straightening out your skirt, you walked to your husband, burying your face in his chest. He smelt of wood smoke and saddle soap. Holding you close, he stroked your hair.

“Worry not, my love, I am sure He has blessed us this time. I too have been praying everyday for sign that you are with child.”

You nodded, feeling tears beginning to form in your eyes. The sickness was returning, making your stomach turn over and over.

“Come now, you should eat and not worry yourself into melancholy.” Thomas said, guiding you out of the room with a hand around your waist. You managed a weak smile at him, both the nausea and worry gnawing away at you.

It was halfway through your meal when you felt the nausea take over. It hit you full force like a wave, making you feel both warm and shiverish, the food on your plate becoming unappetising.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Was all you could managed before you rushed out of the room. You reached the bucket filled with potato peelings just in time before you retched and vomited. Your body kept on bringing up the contents of your stomach until there was nothing left.

“Y/N! What is ailing you?” Thomas said, coming to kneel beside you, rubbing circles on your back. He offered you a handkerchief to wipe your mouth. Feeling the nausea recede, you drew back from the bucket.

“I think perhaps this is the sign, as unpleasant as it is.” You murmured, looking at him and smiling. His face changed from concerned to excited.

“You think so? I hope we have been blessed, as much as it is ailing you.”

Thomas brushed your hair out of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.

“A petty price to pay for such a gift.” You said, getting to your feet slowly, feeling slightly shaky after throwing up the one meal you had eaten that day.

“Let me get some ginger, my love, for your sickness.” Thomas said, looking about in the kitchen cupboards for a ginger root.

Having found some ginger, he shredded it up with a knife, adding it to a cup with a dollop of honey and water. You took the potion, sipping on it and feeling your stomach settle and your shakiness begin to fade. Thomas hugged you from behind, hands resting on your lower abdomen, as if he was trying to shield the tiny embryo within you.

“I think the Lord might have forgiven us for our sinfulness, if he has answered our prayers for a child.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck.

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Impure Divinity (Thomas Browne x Reader)

Part 2 of Closer To God

Blurb: After being courted by Thomas, Y/N anxiously awaits her wedding day. Being wedded to the man who took her purity proves to be nothing less than heaven. Although their marriage appears to be chaste to onlookers, the reality proves to be far from anything god intended.

Warnings: smut, degradation, age gap

Ever since the day Thomas stood at your door, asking your mother’s permission to court you, your life had transformed. It was as if the fantasies that ruled your mind every week at church when you stared at him had completely taken over. However, this was all real life. Sometimes you had to pinch yourself to remember that the man you’d admired in silence for months was soon to be your husband.

Thomas proved to be a perfect gentleman, at least in front of others. His manner was proper and polite, walking with you on his arm into the chapel every Sunday, ignoring the handful of whispers tainting the air. Pastor Walter permitted you two to sit together now that you were engaged. No longer was it you staring longingly across the rows of pews at Thomas’s form. You became a distraction for him. His side-eye glances at your kneeling form were a giveaway to his unholy thoughts, his growing obsession with you.

He never failed to reassure your mother that you would be safe with him when he asked for you to join him for a walk, which occurred most days. However, those walks were not just walks. They nearly always ended the same way; your back up against the rough bark of a tree, a leg wrapped around Thomas’s hips as he thrusted up into you, cursing and praising you in the same breath. It seemed that now Thomas had you, he wanted to remind you at every chance he got that you belonged to him. Whenever he finished, leaving you dripping with his seed, his kisses returned to being gentle, whispering to you that he believed you were heaven sent to him.

“A daughter of Eve, created for me.” He would murmur as you two lay on a lush mossy mound in the middle of the woods, caressing your face as he gazed upon you as if you were indeed God given.

The wedding day was fast approaching, just seven more days until you turned from Miss L/N to Mrs Browne. Every evening was spent sewing your dress, the cost of the fabric meaning you and your mother had been living solely off eggs from your gaggle of elderly hens and whatever mushrooms you could forage for. Although Thomas had insisted, he would pay for it, you wanted to prove your dedication to him by making your own dress. Hunched in front of the fire, you embroidered tiny rows of cream flowers across the hem, a nod towards the flowers he had presented to you on the day of the proposal.

In the dress you had so artfully crafted, you stood in a beam of sunlight as your mother fussed about with your hair, trying to tame it into a modest updo. Your hands were clenched around a small bouquet of wildflowers, tied with a ribbon to match the one in your hair. This was it, the end of that whirlwind of occurrences: staring for months at a married then widowed man, handing him a dropped handkerchief, collecting mushrooms next to his house, submitting to him, and losing your purity on one winter’s afternoon. Now you were here, about to get married at the tender age of twenty.

“There, you look like the picture of purity, Y/N!” Your mother said, stepping back from you to admire how her daughter looked, ready to be wedded off to the most eligible man in the village. You felt guilty at this comment. How she would weep if she knew the awful, unholy yet sensuous things you had already experienced. Managing a weak smile, you nodded, looking bashfully at your feet in their neat little shoes.

“Now, we must make hast. What a sin it would be for a woman to be late to her own wedding!” She was practically fizzing with excitement, taking your hand, and leading you from the modest house into the spring sunlight.

“What a sin indeed.” You muttered under your breath.

Stomach in knots, you were walked down the aisle by your mother. You looked straight ahead at the looming crucifix, rather than risking meeting eyes with anyone. The controversy of a widowed man marrying a woman ten years his junior had caused a stir. Thomas had none of it, boldly approaching anyone who dared to mumble how shameful your matrimony would be and telling them that the Lord would see no issue with the marriage. There was an eerie silence as you walked, making your footsteps become even louder.

There he stood, looking just as breathtakingly handsome as he did all those month ago when he first caught your attention. Lit by the sun falling in through the high arched windows, he looked like a fallen angel, brown hair surrounded by a halo of light. His grey eyes caught in the light, looking at you with an admiration which should only be reserved for deities. A single lily was slipped through the top buttonhole of his jacket. A lily, the flower of purity. And you, dressed entirely in white. Symbols disguising the truth of this marriage.

“My love, do not look so nervous. This is the happiest day of your life, is it not?” Thomas whispered to you, subtly touching your arm as to not attract too much attention.

“It is. It is just…I never truly thought a day such as this would come.” You explained in a hushed voice, fiddling with your bouquet.

“Do not question was the Lord has intended for you, Y/N. For was it not the church that brought us together?” “Yes, sir.”

“Then you need not worry. He brought you to me through divine consequence and no harm shall come of us.” He smiled at you, and the warmth only he could provide you with blossomed within your chest, spreading throughout your being, melting the frostiness of fear.

Vows were said under the watchful eye of Pastor Walter and the dull gaze of Christ upon the crucifix.

“In the name of God, I, Thomas Browne, take you, Y/N L/N, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.”

By this point you were trembling, partly out of nervousness about saying your vows, but also from the sheer awe you felt at hearing Thomas proclaim this in public. You loved his voice, its mellow tone, and the calmness it evoked in you. Many a time had he read the poetry of Chaucer to you in the flickering candlelight of his room, and his voice would transfix you. Now, his voice was public property and it felt wrong for something you felt was so private to be heard by all.

You became starkly aware of the silence surrounding you. A long, expectant pause hung in the air as everyone waited for you to say the vows. Pastor Walter cleared his throat.

“I-in the name of God, I, Y/N L/N, take you, Thomas Browne, to be my husband, to have and to hold form this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.”

You felt Thomas squeeze your hands. Dragging your gaze from your hands to his face, a hot blush painted your cheeks. He leant down and kissed you softly, as chastely as he had ever done now that there were eyes upon you. A single hand came to grip you around your waist, holding you in close to him.

As he drew back from your lips, he whispered to you, as the congregation clapped in celebration of a godly union of man and woman.

“Just wait, Y/N, until we are alone. Then I shall show you just how a husband should ravish his wife on their wedding day.”

Away from the eyes and ears of the congregation, Thomas slammed you up against the closed door of his house. Cupping your face, he kissed with a fiery passion that defied all the chasteness he had shown in the ceremony. You too defied the purity your white dress symbolized, tangling your fingers into his hair, kissing with an unquenchable thirst. His hand found its way between your thighs, rubbing your clothed cunt, eliciting a deep moan from you.

“I could have taken you as soon as I set eyes upon you in this dress. My own daughter of Eve, temptress parading as virginal” He whispered, lust accenting his voice with a deep huskiness.

“And you, a devil in man’s clothing.” You replied, becoming breathless as he ran a finger along your folds, teasing you through the thin cotton of your underwear.

“A devil? Satan would blush at the things we do.” Thomas yanked your slightly damp underwear down, lifting your dress up to expose your sex to him.

Dropping to his knees, he laid kisses across your inner thighs. You were unsure of what he was going to do, having only ever experienced sex as him pounding you until your legs trembled.

“I shall show you pleasure like nothing you have ever felt, my love.”

The sensation of his tongue pressing against your entrance made you gasp. He lapped softly, drinking up the taste of the arousal he had incited in you. Lifting a leg over his shoulder, he opened your sensitive cunt to his tongue. Your hand came to grasp his hair when you felt his tongue probe you, delving in and out of your entrance. He licked at your most sensitive spots, swirling his tongue around your clit, making you whine out loud enough that you were sure someone would hear you. Your body took over, desperately grinding against his mouth, urging him to keep on eating you out like you were manna from heaven. Thomas moaned at the way you pressed yourself against his tongue, sending a vibration against your sex that made you blaspheme.

“J-Jesus Christ, you will make me-“

He abruptly stopped, dropping your leg and stood up.

“What was that? Taking the lord’s name whilst I pleasure you in the way Satan created? Filthy harlot, I will not have that.” Dragging you by the arm, he threw you onto the bed.

No sooner had you turned to look over your shoulder at him, he was leaning over you, yanking your white dress off.

“No more hiding behind your disguise, you whore of Babylon.” He seethed, pining you down with hand between your shoulder blades.

You knew what was coming but that didn’t negate the shock of his hand striking your sensitive flesh. The thwack of his hand against your skin sounded out, then was followed by several more, barely giving you a chance to recover from the stinging of the last slap. Soon your yelps of surprise and pain descended into moans, enjoying the fact Thomas was reprimanding you like a naughty child for cursing.

“Making such sounds again, you have no shame, do you, my love?” He whispered, sliding a finger to collect your slick that was oozing onto the bedsheets. You pressed back against his touch, raising your ass up to beg him to defile you more.

“N-no sir, no shame when it is for your pleasure.” You managed to choke out. Thomas smirked.

“You wish to give me pleasure? Such a good little wife I have wedded.” He purred, releasing his hand from your back.

Sitting up, you looked up at him as he discarded the lily from his jacket, removing his clothes to match your nakedness. Once again, you found yourself admiring his form; the sinews of muscles in his arms as he removed his shirt, the tautness of his stomach, the way his once combed hair returned to its natural waves, his grey eyes which were darkened with arousal.

“Kneel. Just as you do when you pray.” He commanded, a hand guiding you down to your rightful place: kneeling before him

.He trailed a thumb down your cheek, rubbing your lips before opening your mouth. You had heard of this kind of act but never had Thomas ever asked you to perform it. Keeping your mouth open, he slid his length into your mouth, letting out a groan of satisfaction at the sight of you taking him in such a vile and lustful way. One hand guided your head, drawing your mouth back and forth along his member, saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto your breasts. Gradually, you got used to the feeling of taking him, and began running your tongue along the veined underside of his length, making him moan and grip your hair.

“Hopefully this will teach you to keep the Lord’s name out of your harlot mouth.” He choked out between groans of pleasure as you began setting your own pace, working past gagging to take as much of him as you could.

You could feel the pulse of his heartbeat in your mouth, the little twitches of his length when you trailed your tongue over the tip.

“E-enough!” He finally panted out, pulling you off his length. “I cannot last long when you pull such tricks.”

On the bed once again, Thomas had you on all fours. He wasted little time before plunging himself into you, stretching you so suddenly that you swore. In response, he gripped your hair, yanking your head up to look at the crucifix above his bed. You stared up at the figure of Christ mounted on the cross as you felt Thomas pound into you, slamming up against your cervix with every thrust.

“You have defiled me, Y/N, and now you defile the name of the Saviour? You truly are tainted by the serpent of Eden.” He taunted, pummelling your insides ferociously, making you quiver from stimulation.

The sensation of your climax neared, building up like a stroked fire within you. That delicious tension grew, making you tighten around Thomas’s substantial length. Every stroke of his cock inside you pushed your closer and closer, your moans and curses getting louder, hands gripping the sheets tighter as he drove you towards bliss. The pleasure mounted and broke, releasing as a spurt of fluid from within you, soaking Thomas’s length in your sinful slick. You gave a moan of his name, the indulgence of sin exuding from your body in the wild throws of your orgasm.

Thomas followed swiftly after you, blaspheming himself as he filled you with his seed, hands gripping your hips as he unloaded inside you. Panting, he withdrew from you, admiring how his seed was dripping from between your trembling thighs, signifying that he had marked you as his own, regardless of whether it was consummated in the eyes of the Lord or not.

Holding each other close, caught your breathes, slicked skin pressed together, the pungent scent of sex hanging in the air. He petted your hair, curling strands between his fingers as if touching it for the very first time.

“Did I fulfil my role in showing you the pleasure reserved only for the damned, my love?” He asked finally, having caught his breath.

“You did indeed. And I shall not care if I burn eternally for it. Anything is worth my devotion to you.” You whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

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Closer To God (Thomas Browne x Reader)

Blurb: When Y/N gets the chance to finally talk to the man she stares at every week during sermons, she feels blessed. Yet, her impurity appears to be known to the man of her desires: Thomas Browne

Warnings: smut, some manipulative type talk?, age gap

So, this is my first public fanfic (yikes) and hopefully someone enjoys it. There’s not enough Thomas content so ofc i had to write some absolutely vile filth. Also, idk that much about puritanism or how they exactly spoke so sorry if this isn't historically accurate but not sure anyone is that worried

There he sat, front row as always, head bowed, hands clasped in prayer. His lips whispered repentances for whatever sins he had committed this week. Locks of wavy, deep brown hair, bobbed slightly as he murmured his prayers. Mr Thomas Browne, recently widowed and anxiously trying to save his soul through absolute devotion to the church.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Every Sunday, you would sit through sermons about damnation, the seven deadly sins, and be watching him, eyes scanning over his form. Needless to say, it made church bearable.

A hand firmly grasped your arm.

“Y/N! Keep your eyes from wondering lest you wish to be burned for eternity. Such shame for my own daughter to be consumed by lust on the Lord’s Day!” Your mother hissed, yanking your attention away from Thomas.

“Now pray to the Lord to cleanse your impure thoughts. Lusting after a widowed man, what shame!” She continued in a hushed voice, shaking her head.

“Sorry, mother.” You mumbled, holding your hands together and pretending to pray. Instead, you snuck another glance over to Thomas. He’d sat back in the pew, running a hand through his hair, before turning ever so slightly to look over his shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat as his grey eyes met yours for a fleeting moment.

All these months, you’d watched him, wanted him as your own. Even when his wife was still alive, that didn’t deter you from spending the hours of weekly sermons tracing every hair, every angle of his face. He was the most handsome man you’d set your eyes upon. If there was one thing you would devotedly worship, it would be him. You would bow before him if you ever had the chance.

Church finished finally. You rose from your aching knees, straightening your dress out. Pastor Walter stood on the steps outside, blessing the congregation as they filtered out, occasionally exchanging a few words. You edged silently past him. Something about his wandering eyes made you think he might have worked out your guilty admiration of his most devoted church member.

Mr Browne stood a few paces away, talking softly to his son Edward. His breath was turning to mist in the chilly air, illuminated by some stark rays of winter sun. Your being ached, wishing it was permissible to speak with him. What you would say escaped you, but to hear his voice address you would be like a prayer being answered.

He began to walk away, Edward trailing after him. He looked melancholy as he looked about at the bleak trees. That’s when your focused eyes spotted a white handkerchief laying on the frosted ground.

He had dropped it.

Without hesitation, you gathered your dress and briskly walked down the steps, pausing only to grasp the forgotten handkerchief before running after his form.

“Mr Thomas, sir!” You called, catching up with him. pausing he turned around, looking at you with those grey eyes that incited such a frenzy within you.

“Your handkerchief, sir, you dropped it.” You explained, nerves making you spit your words out.

Thomas smiled kindly, his face looking warm and inviting. This was the closest you’d ever been to him, aside from occasionally brushing shoulders.

“Why thank you- I’m terribly sorry, your name escapes me, miss.” He answered politely, taking his handkerchief from your hand. Fingers ghosted over each other as you exchanged the fabric.

“It’s Y/N L/N, sir.” A hint of heat graced your face at telling him your name. It seemed so intimate to finally be known to the object of your devotion.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss L/N.”

He took your hand and raised it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss upon it. Your skin tingled at his touch.

“And thank you for returning my handkerchief. You are pure of soul, I can tell.” He murmured the end of his sentence in such a way that it seemed like he didn’t want anyone to hear. Something in the way he said ‘pure’ created a sense of shame within you. How mistaken he was to think you were pure, or that your intentions to return his handkerchief were out of godly kindness. Yet, his praise felt good.

“Thank you, sir.” You whispered, shyness taking away your voice.

Thomas gave a nod and a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Good day, Miss L/N” Was all he uttered before walking on, holding the limp handkerchief in one hand.

You stood, dumbfounded at the interaction. Finally, he had recognized you, spoken to you, looked at you with an intensity which signaled more than politeness. Thomas had kissed your hand, and the spot where his lips had met your skin seemed to burn. His words would have been enough, yet he had given more. And you couldn’t help but think there was a reason for this.

You wondered, whilst walking back to your house with your mother, if maybe he was thinking in the same way as you?

****

A few days later, your mother had sent you to collect mushrooms. Supplies were becoming scarce as winter tightened its grip on the weather. You agreed, gathering up a basket and heading out into the chill. This chore posed an opportunity: there were many mushrooms dotted about the trees surrounding Thomas’s home. So, that’s exactly where you headed.

Multiple growths of mushrooms huddled at the bases of trees. You crouched and plucked them, setting them into the wicker basket. All the while, you chanced looks at Thomas’s house. It was much grander than your own, and much larger. Plus, it had several windows, opening his home to your prying eyes. An occasional shadow of a figure would glide by a window, making you stare intently to try and see if it was Thomas.

Still kneeling on the damp ground, your back ached from being bent over and gathering mushrooms for so long. At least your mother would be happy with the bounty you had collected.

“Miss L/N!” That distinct, smooth voice sounded out. Scrambling to your feet, you turned to see Thomas walking over, hands held behind his back. You hastily brushed the dirt off your dress.

“What are you doing out here, Y/N, on such a cold day?” He questioned, close to you in the small grove of trees.

“Collecting mushrooms, sir. My apologies if I have trespassed, you may take what I have collected.” You replied, fearing you had angered him by plundering the mushrooms surrounding his land.

Thomas laughed lowly, shaking his head.

“Do not fret, I will not take your hard-earned crop from you. I was more concerned about you catching a chill.” The mist from your breathes combined into a single cloud. He was a half arms reach from you, your back against a tree. For once, you felt afraid of him but this fear didn’t make you want to run. It was an excitable fear that was tugging at your lower stomach.

Thomas reached out to take your hand.

“You are cold, your fingers are like ice!” He ran his fingers over your own, attempting to warm them but instead causing heat to rise on your cheeks.

“Please, come in for a while so you don’t catch your death out here.” He continued, still holding your hand.

“I-if you insist, sir.” Words caught in your throat like dry food. His touch, his invitation, all of these things sent your heart thrumming. His grey eyes looked deeply into your own. It was now you recognized how much taller he was then you, towering over your frame. He could do whatever he wanted with you, if he so pleased, and you would be powerless to stop him.

“I do insist, and you would be wise to obey me.” He leant in close to you, whispering for you to be obedient to him. The knot in your lower stomach tightened upon hearing him command you in such a way. He drew back, still holding your hand, and led you to his house.

****

Sitting at one of the intricately carved chairs at his table, you warmed your hands around a cup of tea. Thomas stood in front of the fire, leaning against the wall.

“Tell me, Miss L/N, why is it that you do not have a suitor? A pretty, pure girl such as you should be wedded by now.” He asked, casting a questioning eye over you.

You nearly choked on a sip of tea. That was an incredibly personal and inappropriate question for an older man to be asking you, a twenty year old girl.

“W-well, my mother has not found someone she wishes me to marry, sir. And, quite honestly, the number of suitable men in our town is low.” You responded, trying not to keep tracing your gaze over his form. He looked even better now that you were closer to him, taking in his clothes that probably cost more than your house.

Thomas chuckled.

“So, you are telling me there is no man in this village you wish to wed?” He came to settle in a chair opposite you. Feeling your cheeks redden, you investigated the cup. You pondered whether to hint that there was one man you would wish to wed.

“There is one, I suppose. But alas, he is too high of status and much too old for me.” You kept your answer as vague as possibly, not letting your eyes give away who this man was.

“Hmm, I see. He would be a lucky man, to wed a girl as pure as you. A very lucky man.” Thomas’s voice had grown lower, deeper. You glanced up to see that he was looking at you with an intense gaze. Laughing nervously, you shook your head.

“I would not go as far to call myself that, sir.”

He leant back in his chair.

“And why would that be? Is it that you have already given yourself up to a man without being wedded?” There was a hint of lust underpinning his voice as he spoke.

“No! I am saving myself for marriage, as a woman must do.” Embarrassment overtook you. Here he was, the man you had thought so sinfully about, asking if you had lost your purity already. Thomas gave a ‘hmm’ of thought.

“Well, if this man you wish to wed was to ask you to do such an act, would you?” Thomas had figured you out. He knew. Maybe he had known all along, having caught you staring at him during church. Or possibly he was like Pastor Walter, who appeared to be able to read minds.

“I-I would, sir. But only for this man, no other.” You answered meekly, afraid that he would condemn you for such a confession.

“For this man, you would let him deflower your purity? A lucky man indeed.” His voice was so low now, either from fear of being heard or for another, more sinful, reason. You laughed nervously once again.

“May I ask who this man is? Perhaps I should tell him. A meek little girl like you would hardly be able to confess such a thing yourself.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t just bluntly say that it was him who you wanted to deflower you. Yet, your silence seemed to do all the talking needed.

“I see. This man you speak of is me.” Thomas got up from his chair and walked slowly around to come to stand behind you. You sat dumbly, not knowing what to say or do, frozen in a mixture of fear and aroused excitement.

“I do think, Miss L/N, that you are less pure than you appear. Lusting after a man such as myself, widowed and older than you, is a sin. A sin I didn’t think you would be capable of committing. What would your mother say if she knew you harbored such thoughts, hm?” He whispered into your ear, one arm resting across the back on the chair, caging you in.

“Sir, I-I would not be able to face my mother, if she knew.” You murmured, crossing your legs, and shifting in the chair. His hand rested against your knee.

“Then perhaps you should make a deal with me. Let me take your purity, and I will only tell your mother than I wish to be a suitor. I will not tell her of the sinful indulgence we shall commit. However, if you do not accept this deal, I shall tell her you threw yourself upon me, like the little harlot I know you are within.” His lips grazed the skin of your neck as he spoke. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This man, the one you had lusted after and longed for, was proposing you not only give up your virginity, but that he would be a suitor. If you had an ounce of faith within your being, you would be thanking God for this.

“Yes, sir, I accept your deal.” You finally answered, feeling his lips come to kiss your neck.

“Good. I like a girl who is as obedient as you.” He mumbled against your skin, pressing more kisses along your throat. He grasped your arm and pulled you to your feet, making the chair fall to the floor. His hand gripped your hair pulling your head back before he pressed his lips against your own. He kissed hungrily, exploring your mouth which had never felt another’s lips or tongue against it. You found yourself holding onto his shirt, his hair, pulling him in as close as possible. The knot that had been building in your stomach began to burn with desire.

Thomas led you to his room, barely able to take his hands off the curves of your body for more than a moment. Closing the door behind you both, he attacked your neck again, kissing and nipping it with a passion you had never known. You felt a moan escape your lips.

“Filthy harlot, making such sounds. Have you any idea how much you stir the devil within me?” Thomas hissed, appearing both angry and lustful.

“You awaken my deepest sins too, sir.” You responded breathily as his fingers began nimbly undoing your dress. Yanking it off you, he took in the sight of your body.

“A temptress indeed.” He muttered to himself before grabbing your arm and leading you to the bed. He sat and practically tossed you over his legs. “A temptress deserving of punishment.”

You were confused as to what he was doing until you felt the sharp slap of his hand against your ass. You let out a cry of pain. No sooner as you felt the stinging begin to die down, another slap hit you. His hand paused from punishing you to run over your smooth skin, his fingers grazing your inner thighs. You prayed he didn’t feel your wetness begin leaking out.

“You’ve never had a man punish you before? No wonder you think so sinfully. I should have done this long before now.” Thomas seethed, seeming enraged at you. Another quick succession of slaps abused your now bruised skin. You could feel his length hard and throbbing against your stomach. He was getting aroused by punishing you, for using you for his pleasure.

Fingers swiped against your wet entrance, teasing the folds. You shivered, longing to feel him inside you just as you had imagined on many a night in your bed.

“So wet for me already, are you, Miss L/N?” Thomas purred. Suddenly, he forced two fingers into your tight cunt, making you gasp and moan. You felt so full, being used to only your fingers exploring your insides. Thomas curled his fingers deep into you, massaging the bundle of nerves within you. A series of deep groans escaped your lips, including his name. This spurred him on to violate your more, thrusting his fingers in and out of you, feeling your wetness soaking his hand. You pressed back against his fingers, wanting them deeper, stretching out your walls. He pressed a hand firmly on you back.

“Eager slut, already hungry for me. If you are going to be so lustful, I may as well match your sinfulness. Get up.” He yanked on your hair to make you stand. Drinking in the sight of him, hair disheveled from your wandering hands, as he removed his shirt and trousers. His length was straining against his underwear, a damp patch of precum staining it. In an instant he had you thrown onto the bed, once again towering over you.

His lips found yours again, kissing you as his hands wandered over your untouched form. Groping at your breasts, you moaned into his mouth, feeling his fingers pinch your hard nipples. Feeling daring, you trailed a tentative hand down his chest, before rubbing his cock through its confines.

“Mm, I wouldn’t expect a virgin to be so bold.” He whispered, his fingers finding your cunt again, rubbing circles around your clit.

“I am eager to please you, sir and have you take me as your own.”

Your words seemed to awaken some unlocked desire, an untapped well of feverish lust within Thomas as his kissing became aggressive.

“I took you as my own as soon as my lips grazed your hand, Y/N. I would not let another man take what is mine.” He said breathlessly, pulling back from you, eyes gazing down at your form.

“Then take me. Make me as impure as my mind is.” You whispered to him, admiring the view of his almost naked form on top of you.

Yanking his underwear off, he lined his now dripping cock up with your virgin cunt. The tip brushed against your folds, tantalizing you. Without any warning, he pushed in, filling you up more than you had ever imagined. Your walls stung as they stretched to accommodate his significant length and girth, making you dig your nails into his back as you grasped onto him.

“You’re so damn tight.” Thomas hissed animalistically, beginning to kiss your neck again, biting at your skin. You moaned at the sensation of his teeth on you flesh and his cock stretching you out. He thrusted harshly, nearly entirely withdrawing before slamming back in, smacking up against your cervix. One hand gripped his arm, another gripped the sheets as he pounded you, moaning and cursing you for bringing a man of God to his knees. Filth falls from his lips, saying how good your cunt feels as it wraps tightly around him, sucking him dry.

Each thrust is intense as Thomas pulls out and then shoves himself back in, balls deep and filling you with his length. Your breath became labored, the initial pain of being split open being replaced with a pleasure you ironically see as heavenly. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you open up more of yourself for him to pillaged. Thomas, feeling you pulling him deeper, pins you down with one hand on your throat.

“You want me deeper in you? I’ll show you how deep I can go.”

With one swift motion, Thomas withdraws from your pulsing cunt, and flips you onto your front. He guides himself into once again, a hand on the small of your back as his length fills you up. The pace picks up again, his balls slapping your clit and causing goosebumps to pucker all over your body. Your cries of absolute pleasure are loud enough to rouse the dead, as you keep on begging him for more. You feel that sinful knot starting to come undone, heat burning your body like the fires of hell, your heart racing and knuckles white as they grip the sheets. The bed frame shrieks at the intensity of Thomas’s thrusts, as he pounds you, his hips colliding with your ass with loud smacks.

“Thomas, I think I’m c-close.” You choke out, pressing your chest against the bed, spreading yourself wider for him. The sight of you presenting yourself in such a way unleashes the devil within his god-fearing soul. Grasping your hips, his nails biting into you, he fucks you with slow, hard pumps, savoring the sensation of you clenching around his length as your climax approaches.

“Release your sin, Y/N. You’re mine now.”

With those words, you feel yourself come undone, the heat that had been building within you pouring out as liquid which oozes between your thighs and all over Thomas’s cock. Your calls of his name make him groan, having you praising him for bringing you such divine pleasure.

“You want me to truly claim you, Y/N? Will you let me fill you with my seed?” He asks, panting softly. Fucked out beyond belief, all you can manage is a weak nod. A hand grasps your hair, shoving your face into the sheets as he spurts hot, thick ropes of cum into your awaiting insides. You feel so full as he fucks his load into you, not wanting to withdraw just yet. Finally finished, he pulls out, watching as his seed drips from your arousal, tainted with virginal blood from your freshly torn hymen.

“Y/N.” Thomas whispers as he lays beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You are mine now, forever.”

Resting your head upon his chest, you smile.

“I couldn’t ask for any sweeter words to be said.”

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There came a knock upon your door. Before you could answer it, your mother had bustled over, wiping her hands on her skirt. She opened the door to the tall figure of Thomas.

“Mrs L/N, may I be so bold to ask to court your daughter, Y/N?”

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Sweat On The Walls

Alex Turner x reader

summary: Shower sex with a goateed Alex.

warnings: smut, light swearing

word count: 2.3k

-Requested by a friend on Instagram

a/n: HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! i LOVED writing this one!!!!!

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Rain fell down against the roof and the ground, making a patter sound against the roof. You were laid against Alex's chest which was rising up and down in rhythm. He was practically asleep, his eyes shut, and a few quiet snores and whimpers left him, indicating to you that he was asleep. You looked at him, admiring him. His dark chocolate brown hair was in a small man bun as he'd grown it out after cutting it, his beard was a bit long as he hadn't trimmed it in a few days. He wore grayish pants, almost like a pair of slack pants, and a simple white button up with a few buttons undone at the top, revealing his golden chain to you. Both of his arms were around you, his fingers interlocked to keep a good grip on you.

The TV was playing some Criminal Minds episode that you had turned on after watching a movie about space. And it was somewhere between the end of the space movie and Reid and Hotch giving the profile when Alex had fallen asleep. You slightly sat up, kissing his cheek, his beard lightly rubbing against your skin. "Al ... Al?" You lightly nudged him to wake him up a bit.

He slightly groaned, turning away slightly as if he was in bed to turn over away from you when you would try to wake him up. "Al, I'm going to take a shower, you go on up to bed and I'll be there as soon as I can," you said. "Okay?" You quickly added.

Nodding, he slightly opened his eyes to see you. He slowly sat up along with you, resting his head down on your shoulder, lazily kissing your neck with a sloppy wet kiss. You wrapped your arm under his chin, kissing the top of his head. "Go on to bed and I'll be there after my shower," you repeated.

"Yeah," he said quietly. You stood up, walking in front of him. He slightly chuckled and slapped your ass, somewhat waking up. "Doll, I like that thong you're wearing," he laughed. You turned to him and pulled down your shorts. "Oh, shut up," you replied with a laugh. He smiled at you as you walked away to the master bathroom upstairs. He quickly followed.

You made it to the bathroom in the bedroom first, shutting the door as Alex walked over to the bed, laying down. You began to remove your clothing, starting with your shirt and bra, then your shorts and thong. You opened the glass door to the shower and stepped in. The handle to turn on the hot water felt cold against your hand. Then, you turned the handle to the temperature that you liked and you felt it wash over you. The hot water ran down your hair, your face, neck, your entire body. The water felt amazing over your skin, and you cupped some in your hand and then let it fall to the ground.

And like always, you got sucked into your own thoughts as you washed your hair, not even noticing Alex walking in. Your eyes were closed and he was very quiet as he removed his pants and shirt, taking the hair tie in his hair down, letting his locks flow down his head. His hair wasn't as long as it was back in 2009, but it was much longer than he was used to in the past years, so he pretty much always kept in back behind his ears or in a small man bun.

Once he had rid himself of all of his clothes, he quietly opened the glass door, stepping in behind you. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, scaring you a little. But once you realized it was him you laughed slightly. "I thought I told you to go on to bed," you smiled as he lightly pressed a few wet kisses to your nape.

"When are you going to learn that you don't call the shots, babe?" He said in response. You laughed slightly and let him cling to you as you tried to finish your shower the best you could with Alex clinging on to you at least.

And the once you were done with your shower, you went to turn the water off, but Alex had stopped you. One of his arms left from around you and began to trail down your body. You didn't think much of it at first but then you gasped as he began to rub your clit in light circles. Your hands immediately went to his forearm, nails digging into his skin. Alex placed a sloppy kiss to your nape, lightly biting down on the sensitive skin. You moaned lightly at both the feelings. "Does that feel good, doll?" He taunted, teasing you as he stopped rubbing you.

"N-No, keep going," you begged.

"Spread your legs," he said, his voice deep. You did as you were told, then questioning yourself as to why you were already desperate for him, already following his every command. There was a second where neither one of you did or said anything. That was until you felt him take grip of his cock to line himself up with your opening, slowly pushing inside of you without warning.

The both of you gasped at the tight, wet feeling between your legs, the feeling overwhelming. Alex slightly leaned forwards, placing both his hands on the wall, the water still falling over the both of you. And at the last second, Alex took one of his hands and placed it on your waist, holding you tightly with just one hand.

Your hand stayed on his forearm, the other going behind you and into his hair. Without warning, he slowly pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming back inside of you. "Oh, fuck," Alex moaned as he found a slow pace to his liking, only using it to tease you, make you crave more of him, crave a faster pace.

The veins in his arms were very prominent, pulsing just like your clit was. His face was scrunched up, having missed this feeling after not having you in a two weeks as he'd been away with his parents. "Fuck, doll, I've missed the feeling of your cunt around me.... Just been driving me mad face timing you when you're just wearing those little shorts and that tank top, I wanked to you and your Instagram pictures every night, doll," he groaned. His voice and all the things he was saying made you wetter, and you sounded it too. You wondered how he was always so amazing and how he made you feel so good. The angle from which he was taking you from made him feel so big and thick -- well, bigger and thicker than he was and normally felt.

Already, you felt your stomach knot up, and you could practically taste your orgasm. "A-Alex, I'm so close," you whimpered. He groaned and quickly moved his hand that was on your waist down to rub your clit, coaxing you to cum. And then, you let go, squeezing his cock as he rocked you through your orgasm. The little waves of pleasure shot through you, making you jerk forward as you slowly came down.

You came down panting and expected Alex to let go as well, but he didn't even slow down, increasing his pace. His fingers still rubbed at your clit, going faster as well. Your legs were already shaking, clit pulsing, and you already felt another orgasm building up, already so close again and it was barely three minutes.

Then, the waves of pleasure washed over you again. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Alex," you moaned loudly, the orgasm more intense than the last. And like before, Alex never stopped his movements, but he did quickly pull out of you as soon as you came down. You were about to beg for him, beg for his cock, but then he turned you around and pushed you against the wall. Quickly, he nudged your legs apart, then aligned himself and pushed in. Just like before, the feeling overwhelmed you both, moaning at the feeling.

He adjusted the angle slightly to be thrusting up into you and started to thrust. Your head fell against the wall, eyes shutting as an instinct. He'd fucked you against the shower wall before, but never like this, not this rough, and he'd never fucked you like this after being away from you for two weeks. And he moaned. "Wrap your legs around me, doll," he said and you complied, holding on.

He thrust into you hard and fast, his hips snapping up, his cock dragging against your walls perfectly. He fit so snug inside of you, which always drove him mad, but it seemed that right now he was keeping in composure, focused on making you feel good. And he was most definitely making you feel good.

And then, you felt your stomach knot in pleasure. You weren't there just yet but you were close and your arms went to his back and shoulders, gripping onto him as if your life depended on it.

Alex thrust into you hard against the wall, your hips bruising from the intensity of his hips crashing against yours. The hot water was still going and it cascaded down his back, face, his entire body. His hair was damp, wet, and it fell in his face, turning you on all the more. Fuck, was he sexy.

You scratched down his back, leaving a mark, desperate for something to hold on to. He made sure to keep your legs around him securely, not wanting you to fall from the intense way he was fucking you into the wall. "Oh, fuck, Alex," you were so close, on the brink of your orgasm. Moans fell from your lips like a mantra, praising Alex for the way he was fucking you, hoping that would make you go faster.

'You're my little slut, aren't you? .... Answer me, slut." His low, husky whispers were enough to make you spiral, legs shaking as you came.

He went faster -- if that was even possible -- a you rode out your high, his hip movements not ceasing until you calmed down. And once you did calm down, he pulled out of you completely, leaving you a hot, desperate, dripping, mess -- literally and figuratively. He stepped away from you, holding his cock in his hands to keep him under control, to not cum at the sight of you alone. "N-No, Alex ... please, I-" He didn't allow you to finish your sentence, stepping back to you, releasing his cock from his hand and using his hand to grip you cheeks, his thumb slipping in to your mouth.

"You beg me to fuck you. Do it. Then I'll fuck you nice and hard on the floor, maybe even use the shower head," he whispered. You could've cum right then and there, his voice always doing you in, but you needed him inside you, needed him to fill you up.

A light moan fell from your lips. "F-Fuck, Alex, please fuck me. I need it ... I need it so, so bad," you begged, sounding more desperate than ever. You continued to beg until he let your face go.

"Get on the floor," he said. Then, as quickly as you could, you leaned up off the wall and tried to get on the floor. Alex couldn't seem to wait any longer and quickly grabbed your waist and the shower head, spraying the water against your clit. You moaned loudly. You only did that alone and never had anyone in the shower with you. And the fact that Alex was watching you and keeping the water on your clit made you wetter. You leaned back, Alex's arm and his grip the only thing that was keeping you up. And once you were on the edge, Alex stopped and put the shower head back, kissing you deeply.

When he pulled away, he seemed much more gentle, pushing your hair out of your face. "Can you for one more for me?" He asked quietly. Though you were tired and sore, you nodded, couldn't resist him and the way he was looking at you. And though he said he'd fuck you on the floor, he figured it might be hard for you to get up off the floor so he chose the wall again. "Spread your legs for me, doll," he said. You did so and watched as he aligned his cock up with your entrance. Slowly he pushed in, finally calming down to revel in the feeling of your walls closing around his cock.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his big size. "I'm going to move now, doll," he whispered before pulling out and then slamming back inside you. And instantly, you knew it wasn't going to take very long for you to cum, and the same could be said for Alex, the both of you immediately becoming a moaning mess.

You wrapped your legs around him again, squeezing him. Then, his hand went between your body to rub your clit. He went a bit harder, snapping against you over and over and over again. Then, you felt another knot form in your stomach, Alex coaxing you to let go by lightly kissing you neck and rubbing your clit. Then, you let go around him, triggering his own orgasm.

Your hips jerked as the waves of pleasure shocked through, Alex making sure his hips kept moving as he release as well, riding out both of your highs.

You held on to him as the two of you came down, a few little aftershocks being sent through your bodies. "Fuck," Alex chucked, lightly nudging your nose with his own, quickly changing from being dominant, to a adorable romantic fool.

"Yeah ... fuck," you said, laughing. "How about we go to bed now?" You suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea," he said, pulling out of you. He helped you out of the shower and helped you dry off before carrying you to the bed....

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