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Michael testing his traveling gear before the bombs drop

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The doomed by a perfect circle gives me big Michael langdon vibes tbh

#michaellangdon #ahs

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Okay but calling Michael daddy for the first time and him belittling you for daddy issues. I have problems 😭

I’m the queen of daddy issues so, you know, you’re in the right place. 👀

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Everything seems to stop the moment the word leaves your lips. 

Michael’s thrusts slow. The air in the room suddenly becomes thick and stifling. Your heart begins to pound in your chest. Your stomach plummets, churning with nerves and shame. 

A warm rush of embarrassment flows through your veins, causing you to blush from your cheeks to what feels like the tips of your toes. As Michael grows completely still and the corner of his mouth begins to curve upwards into a smirk, you mutter a quiet “fuck” under your breath and turn your head to the side, staring at the flames that flicker and dance in the fireplace rather than risk the chance of meeting Michael’s gaze.

“I’m sorry, pet,” Michael drawls, his voice practically oozing with condescension and mockery. “What was that?”

“You heard me,” you whisper, utterly mortified. Hot tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you shove Michael’s hand away when he attempts to turn your face towards him. “Just… let it go. Please.”

“Oh,” Michael coos, clicking his tongue. “As much as you know how much I love listening to you beg, that’s not what I’m looking for.”

The room falls eerily silent for a moment, the only noise coming from the crackling in the fireplace and the ticking of the clock on the wall and the twined sounds of your’s and Michael’s breathing and the sound of your own pulse thundering in your ears. Finally, you reluctantly turn your head, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth as you lift your gaze to meet Michael’s own. 

“Daddy,” you breathe, as quietly as you can.

“Oh, no, pet,” Michael chides, ghosting the tips of his fingers down your throat to your collarbone. “Louder than that.”

You open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat when Michael resumes thrusting into you. His movements are slow and shallow, intentionally teasing, and a soft whimper is all that escapes you as Michael continues to trail his fingers down your body, brushing over your nipples before reaching your clit. “Oh,” you gasp, raking your nails down Michael’s back as you clutch at him and dig your heels into his upper thighs, trying to coax him to speed up. “Michael, please.” 

“Ah, I asked you for one thing.” Michael leans down to nip at your bottom lip, stroking your clit in a way that makes you mewl and tremble in his arms. “Don’t tell me you can’t follow simple directions.” He pauses for a moment, and then a lecherous grin spreads across his face. “What would your daddy say?”

A white hot flash of anger surges through you, and you snarl at Michael as you dig your nails even deeper into the skin of his back. “If you want me to say it,” you hiss, “then fuck me like you mean it.”

Michael quirks an eyebrow at you, remaining still for just a moment before he curls his hand around your thigh and grips it tightly, pulling you closer as he begins to pound into you. “Say it,” he demands, his voice harsh and rough with the strain of his own arousal. “Or are you too ashamed now? Embarrassed of just how pathetic you really are? How desperate you are for your daddy’s approval?”

You bare your teeth at him, clenching the walls of your cunt around his cock as he continues to ram into you. “I’m not ashamed at all, daddy.” 

Michael inhales sharply, his eyes growing wide and dark with lust as the pace and rhythm of his thrusts begins to grow sloppy. “I always knew you had issues, pet, but you’ve been holding out on me.”

“Oh, I have issues?” you purr, the walls of your cunt fluttering around him once more as you begin rolling your hips upwards, meeting each slam of Michael’s own. “It seems to me that you’re enjoying it.” 

You tangle your fingers into the loose strands of hair that fall about his shoulders, and you utter a breathy moan as you pull his mouth down towards your ear. “I can feel how hard you are, daddy. How your cock is just throbbing.” You playfully nip at Michael’s earlobe, reveling in the throaty groan that tears free from his chest. “You like it, don’t you?”

“You, pet,” he starts to say, but the rest of his words die off into a growl when you shove at his chest, forcing him over onto his back. Offering him a flirty little smirk, you sink back down onto his cock and let out a soft little moan as you begin to ride him, taking things slow until Michael settles his hands on your hips and grips them tightly, forcing you to hold still as he rams his cock into you.

“Y-You,” Michael finally continues, his breath coming in short little pants as his cock pulses and throbs within you, signaling how close he is to his orgasm, “really do have some serious issues.” 

“Degrade me later,” you gasp, digging your nails into his chest for leverage as Michael bounces you on his cock. “Just fuck me now.” You pause for a moment as you struggle to catch your breath, and then you smirk and lean in to whisper in his ear once more. 

“Daddy.” 

The word sends Michael over the edge faster than you would have even thought, and he comes with a loud groan of your name, throwing his head back and allowing his eyes to flutter closed as you continue to ride him, milking him through his orgasm. You continue to roll your hips, teasing and overstimulating him until Michael can’t stand it anymore and he rolls you back over, gripping your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head. 

Though still red-faced and sweaty, stray strands of his hair matted to his forehead, Michael’s gaze is sharp and his smirk is almost feral as he hovers above you. He doesn’t say a word, but his eyes speak for him—as his gaze travels down your body, darkening with intrigue as he uses his free hand to nudge your thighs apart, exposing your glistening cunt and the mixture of his own cum and your arousal that gleams on your inner thighs, he taunts and mocks you with nothing but a look and a quirk of his eyebrow.

“I’m sorry—,” you start to say, but Michael silences you with an icy glare.

“Well, look at you,” he sneers, sliding his free hand up your thigh to easily slip two fingers into your dripping cunt. “Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” You whimper quietly as Michael begins to finger you, brushing his thumb across your swollen, sensitive clit. 

“Daddy issues. Of course.” Michael scoffs. “How typical. And how utterly pitiful.” 

As Michael brushes over your clit once more, you mewl quietly, grinding down against his fingers. “You didn’t—oh, fuck—you didn’t seem to be complaining a few minutes ago.” 

“Oh, I quite enjoyed it,” Michael says with a smirk, sliding a third finger into you and swallowing down the eager whimper that escapes you as he leans down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy and messy, Michael slipping his tongue past your lips and nipping at the bottom one, and your limbs begin to turn to jelly as he continues to finger you, filling the room with the sound of your desperate mewls. 

Finally, just as you’re about to cum, your thighs trembling and your breath coming in short little pants as you whimper and whine against Michael’s mouth, he presses one final kiss to your lips before he pulls away completely. 

“But if you think you’re going to get what you want,” he chides, his voice suddenly all stern and, as much as the notion makes you squirm (both with embarrassment and arousal) fatherly, “you’re going to have to ask nicely.”

You swallow thickly, trying to bring yourself back down to Earth and to clear the static in your brain. “Michael,” you whine. “Please.” 

“Please what?” Michael demands, drawing his wet fingers along the seem of your mouth and allowing you to taste yourself.

“Please daddy.”

“Good girl.” 

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I hope I'm not spoiling anything for anyone but xaVIER DID NOT DESERVE TO BE LOCKED IN A FUCKING OVEN WTF

#ahs1984 #Xavierplympton #ahs

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Richie Tozier + iconic lines in IT Chapter Two

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Okay but michael or duncan belittling you after they find out you've never cum via yourself or other partner. Like "oh you cant even get yourself off?"

“Am I boring you?” Michael snaps, reaching up to settle his hand on your throat, forcing you to lower your gaze to meet his own.

Color floods your cheeks, and shame blooms in your belly as you draw your bottom lip in between your teeth. Straddling his lap in the large leather arm chair that decorates his office in the outpost, his cock buried deep inside your cunt, all you can feel is heat—the blaze of the fire, the searing thrum of arousal in your veins,  the warm tendrils of embarrassment that coil throughout your body, the fervor in Michael’s gaze as he stares up at you, quirking an eyebrow as he waits for your response. 

“No, of course not,” you murmur shyly.

“Then get on with it,” he drawls with a wave of his ringed fingers. “I don’t have all day.”

You resume rolling your hips as you grind down on his cock, adverting your eyes as you do so. You idly watch the flames spark and dance in the fireplace, raising the volume of the moans and whimpers that you’re forcing yourself to utter, eager to put an end to your own charade. “Enough of that,” Michael growls as he roughly grabs hold of your chin and turns your attention back to him. “You sound like a whore. It’s pathetic.”

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Langdon,” you whisper. “I’m trying, it’s just—.”

“Stop.” Michael holds up a hand, and you fall silent immediately. “You’ve been falling all over yourself trying to get my attention since I arrived here. Did you think I hadn’t noticed the way you’d rub your thighs together during our interviews? That I couldn’t tell how aroused you were? I could smell it on you.”

His gaze darkens as he stares up at you, and you swallow around the lump in your throat. “I know every thought that’s passed through that silly little head of yours. How you’ve imagined me fucking you bent over the desk. Creeping into your room at night and taking over for you while you’ve touched yourself.” You open your mouth to interject, but Michael places his finger over your lips. “Oh, I know all about that, too, pet. How wet that sweet little cunt gets when you dream about me.”

The blush in your cheeks darkens, but you can’t deny the truth behind his words. “So I’ll ask you again,” Michael continues, his tone growing harsher as he speaks. “And my patience is beginning to wear thin. Am I boring you?”

“No!” you exclaim. “I just… I can’t…” You let out a soft groan of frustration as you try to search for the right way to put it into words. “I want you. I do. But I’ve never cum before.”

A beat of silence passes. “Never?” Michael asks, slightly incredulous.

“Never,” you repeat.

“Not even on your own?” His voice grows husky as he caresses the hollow of your throat with your thumb. His other hand settles on your ass, forcing you to roll your hips against his. “Not even when you’ve laid awake at night and thought of me, stroking yourself while your pretty little cunt drips all over your sheets?”

A low moan slips from your between your lips as you continue to ride him, spurred on by his encouraging touch and the fresh sparks of arousal that have begun to spread throughout your blood. “No,” you admit, somewhat timidly.

Michael hums, low and and deep in his throat. “You were acting like such a brazen little whore, and yet you can’t even get yourself off. How pathetic.”

His words sting, but as you continue to grind down on his cock, feeling him twitch inside of you as the walls of your cunt flutter around him, you can’t bring yourself to care. “I know,” you whimper. “Just… just let me finish you. I want to. I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh, pet,” he coos mockingly. “Listen to you. Begging for my cock like the needy little thing that you are.”

“Mr. Langdon—.”

“Enough,” he snarls, and you immediately stop riding him, panting harshly as you fall still. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” Michael removes his hand from your throat and brings it down to wrap it around your thigh, keeping his cock sheathed deep inside of you as he lowers you both from the chair down onto the floor.

No sooner than when your back has been pressed against the cool wood does Michael begin to thrust into you, fucking you rough and hard and fast, stealing the air right from your lungs. You gasp in surprise as you bring your arms up to clutch at him, raking your nails down his back as a new, unfamiliar sensation of pure, raw pleasure floods courses through your system. “Oh God,” you whimper.

“Not quite,” he grunts, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk at his own private joke. “But give it just a minute, pet, and you’ll believe that I am.”

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HOW IS HE SO PRETTY? FUCK

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I want Duncan to fuck me with a gun while whispering in my ear and threatening me telling me I better cum before it’s too late :-) lmao

YALL ARE TOO WILDDDD LMAO. I’d let him do this tho but only if the gun wasn’t loaded cuz ain’t no way im risking that…. i want duncan to rearrange my guts but not like that….

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Okay but I always see smut where they like tell girls to keep on the heels. And honestly mE WITH MICHAEL IN COMBAT BOOTS

THIS IS A WHOLE LEVEL OF KINKY FUCKERY

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Richie: what if “It’s Raining Men” and “Let the Bodies Hit The Floor” are both about the same events but from different perspectives

Stan: I’m literally begging you to stop

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III

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I present to you, finn laughing at me at the calpurnia show tonight

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YESSSS OKAY BUT WHO TF DECDIDED TO LEAVE THIS OUT

Y'all need to SEE THIS

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stan: *makes a dramatic af scene*

richie: *standing ovation*

mrs uris: sit down you little bitch i blame you for this.

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Eddie’s broken arm - Deleted scene

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i’m not strong enough for this i’m about to die RIGHT here

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This is the most quality content I made in few past days