#cody fern fanfic

[april-bandu-embata]

Give in

Okay this is the first fanfic I ever publish. I had a dream last night and it is the foundation of this. Just a short little thing. :)

Note; English is not my first language, sorry for any errors that may pop up.

Pairing: Outpost! Michael Langdon/You

Warnings: Light smut (not really), I guess it could be considered dub-con to a degree as well because of the situation and... well, Outpost!Michael being Outpost!Michael...

Anyway, here goes.

I am tied up in the middle of a dimly lit room, my hands above my head. I am naked except for a silk nightgown. I try to rustle the chains to get free, but it's no use. I whimper, my wrists are in pain. I don't remember how I got here. The room is dark, and I try to look around, but it's no use. No lights are lit. I feel helpless, my chest heaving, nervous.

My head dart towards the large doors as they suddenly open. A tall, beautiful man with long, blonde hair, clad in black, steps in, hands behind his back, head tilted slightly to the side. Michael Langdon. I tense up. He boldly looks me up and down, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He then let outs a "Hm!", smirks and brings up a finger and does a flicking motion with it. I gasp as I feel my nightgown come off and fall to the floor. I shiver at the sudden change of temperature, but it soon dissipates as I look at the man. He has something strange about him... It's almost like he radiates warmth, in a weird way. I study him, his smirk, his beautiful face... But I can't avoid feeling aroused by his mere presence.

His smirk grows wider, more cruel, more predatory as he lowers his gaze again. A minute or so pass where he just stares me in the eyes. I try to look away, but I can't, it's as if I'm spellbound.

He moves closer, and starts circling me. I feel like prey. He says nothing. He just circles, looking at me. It feels as if he's taking in my scent, measuring me, figuring me out. It is uncomfortable and arousing at the same time. This goes on for a while, until he stops behind my back.

I feel his breath on my neck, and I turn around to see that he's now very close. I startle a bit and let out a small whimper.

"Hush." He whispers, voice soft, brushing my hair to the side, caressing it gently. "You..." He pauses for a bit, leans his head down so he is on my level, and brings his nose close to mine so that they barely brush against each other. "...want this." A soft moan escapes me. There's no way I can hide how I react to this man's proximity.

He lays his hands on each of my shoulders, leaning closer, breathing into my ear. "Give in..." He trails a finger down from the top of my head, down my spine. "...to me."

I shake, aroused, trembling, aching for him. But I know he plays with people, and thus I am stubbornly holding back, a defiant look on my face. Finally he moves again, now stepping away a bit, and stops when he stands in front of me. Very close. He puts a finger under my chin and bring it up so I'm forced to look at him. I tremble, letting out a small whimper again. I feel myself fading, my will faltering. I want to beg.

He looks at me with a look I haven't seen from him before. He's still seductive, calculating... But there's also a hint of something else there. Unreadable. Vulnerability? Is this what makes people finally fall?

He looks me intently into the eyes.

He breaks away and swiftly moves to the door. He flicks his wrist, and I feel the chains release me. He turns around to look at me, lying in a heap on the floor, stroking my sore wrists.

"Come." Hands behind his back again, he moves his head towards the hallway, motioning for me to follow him. Then he turns around and walk out. I hesitate a bit. What just happened? Where is this going? What does he want with me?

I stand up, legs shaking, not knowing what to do...

I hear his footsteps recede out in the hallway, and I feel a sense of urgency, pressure to reach a decision fast. This could backfire. But it could also be my only chance. Hastily my feet move in the direction he went.

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Let me know if you liked it :3

... and if you'd like a continuation!

(I'm open to suggestions abt the continuation btw!)

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[austinstyles]

hopping on that last anon’s request for a friends to lovers but with whatever cody fern character ur comfortable with 😊

Hey anon thanks for your request. And I love the idea of making a friend to lovers. So I decided to do that with Xavier Plympton. Also just to say form the start I am going to remove the killers form the original AHS 1984. Because I am more comfortable with writing this fanfic without no killers in it. But they are still going to camp.(camp is mentioned) Also a disclaimer I have not seen AHS 1984, but I have seen some parts online. So I know what happens. But I will take my own spin on it.

Meant to be

 Pairing: Xavier Plympton x fem!reader.

 Description: the reader and Xavier go from friends to lovers. The reader has had a crush on him and finally they get together. Also has a happy ending. The group of friends just decided to have a fun summer out of LA.

Warning: kissing, drinking (responsible) also a little smoking. And spelling mistakes. Let me know if I miss anything.

1984

(after aerobics class/ parking lot)

Y/n pov

I just love doing aerobics, I found my passion for it 2 years ago. And I can honestly say found something that makes me feel like I belong. My friend Xavier also makes me feel like I belong. You can say that Xavier is one of my best friends. But I want to be more than friends with Xavier.

I am standing outside the aerobics studio after my lesson smoking in the parking lot. I only smoke cigarettes on occasion.

Soon I heard the door to the studio open, and I see my friends walking outside, with a dark haired girl. And they all walk up to me, i keep smoking until my cigarette is finished. I suddenly am only focus on Xavier beautiful eyes, I am lost in them.

Yes I have feelings for Xavier, I want to be more them friends with him. I have known him since we were both 15. And I just want to kiss his gorgeous lips with a burning passion.

“ Brooke this is our other friend y/n.” Montana said as she introduced me to this dark haired girl.

“ Nice to meet you Brooke.” I said as I wave at her. She seemed like an interesting person. And Brooke then gave me a smile and a wave.

“ So how long have you all known y/n?” Brooke asked my friends. So they all started to tell the stories of how they meet me. Then it was Xavier turn to tell our friendship story. “ Me and y/n have actually been friends since we were 15. And are still close.” Xavier said as he is smiling right at me. I smiled back at him.

But my heart feels like I want to be more than friends with Xavier, it kinda feels like I am in the friend zone with him. But I still am happy to have Xavier in my life. Maybe one day we can be more than friends. That is what I hope.

As my cigarette is finished I put it out on and stepped on it. I was getting ready to go to my car. As I see most of my friends and Brooke walking away and leaving the parking lot. Then I felt my shoulder getting taped. I then saw that it was Xavier and hat taped my shoulder. My mind is wondering all the things he can ask me. What if he actually wants to be more than just friends. Just like I want.

Xavier pov

As I am standing in the parking lot with my friends, my eyes are only focused on y/n. My heart is beating out of my chest every time I see her. But I don’t even know if she feels the same way. I enjoy being friends with y/n, but I also want to be her boyfriend.

I can’t deny that during aerobics classes I at times have been checking out y/n. All I want is to kiss her lips with a passion that we both contend to. As I see y/n about to leave to her car I just have to ask her something.

So I take my moment to tap on her shoulder, now we’re face to face. Maybe I can actually say the words that I really want to say.

“Y/n, I have been wanting to tell you this for some time. And I think now is the moment. I am in love with you. And I want you to be my girlfriend.” The words left my mouth. I finally confessed my feelings for the girl I love. My heart is beating so fast.

“Xavier, yes I want to be your girlfriend. I feel the same way about you. And I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way. But yes I want to be your girlfriend.”

Y/n just told me. And just a few seconds later we’re kissing. And it is so magical. I also think that going to be camp counselors with my friends and my new girlfriend is going to be fun.

Y/n pov

I can’t believe that me and Xavier are finally a couple. This is a dream come true, and I can’t believe that this is happening. And just in a few days our friend group is going to be camp counselors for some weeks of this summer. We decided that it could be fun. And know I am not only going to camp with my friends but also my new official boyfriend.

This summer is going to be fun, and I can’t wait. I finally convinced my feelings for the guy I liked also he likes me back.

At the camp

Xavier pov

We’re at the camp site, and it is very peaceful at the moment. And tomorrow the children are coming, this is going to be a great time.

After a tour of the camp and also learning all the rules, we held with what was needed. My eyes soon land on my girlfriend, that is helping carry the boxes to the kitchen. Still can’t believe we ended up together. And she makes me feel like no one has ever made me feel.

I can feel a spark when we’re together, and when we kiss it is like everything stops. I can’t imagine my life without y/n.

After everyone is done helping for the day we are just chilling out. Me and y/n decide yo go be alone, and just have some us time.

We’re kissing and my heart is beating out of my chest. This is meant to be. I am so excited to spend the summer with my friends and my amazing girlfriend. As we pull away form the kissing, y/n takes my hand and place it we’re her heart is.

“Xavier, my heart beats for you. I love you, and you and I are meant to be.”

Y/n tells me. Then I move my hand, and place y/n hand on my chest we’re my heart is placed.

“Y/n, feel my heart this is what you do to me. I love you. And were meant to be. This I believe with everything in my body.”

I said looking directly into y/n gorgeous y/e/c, and I see sparkles in this eyes. Can’t believe this is my real life. She is the best person I could ever ask to be my girlfriend.

Y/n pov

After me and Xavier had some alone time, we decided to go back to each of our cabins. I gave him a kiss to say goodbye, knowing we will see each other again tomorrow.

I am in the cabin I share with Brooke and Montana. Were just having friendly conversations and getting to know each other more. Well mostly Brooke getting to know me and Montana more, also we get to know Brooke more. I can see a friendship coming between me and Brooke.

This summer is going to me a great one. And I can’t wait to see what adventures we have in store.

And I can’t wait to spend my summer with Xavier.

Thanks for reading. And sorry that it took some time for this to be finished. I wanted to do my best. And I hope to write for for Xavier Plympton in the future. Also I might even write for him as a ghost. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this. I did try my best. And I hope to in the future at times write long fanfics, some times I just end up writing short ones. And if you want to longer Xavier Plympton fanfic I will definitely try at write one. Stay safe everyone and take care.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

Tag list (for AHS 1984): @morby

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[hart269]

On Fire

Pairing : Michael Langdon x Reaer

Summary : Perhaps cooking wasn't the best option.

Warning : A little bit of fire and a chaotic Reader

Masterlist

In hindsight you knew you shouldn't have but it was too late and now-

"Is the kitchen on fire" A panicked voice came from the door, your eyes widened as your head whipped towards the door at Michael, who had just came back from from a long antichrist meeting of whatever new was going on.

"Um, It certainly does look like that" You replied turning your head back to look at the flames spreading through the kitchen while the smoke detector went off in a frenzy.

"Have you lost your mind" Michael exclaimed rushing inside.

"Only a little" You assured him.

"Move away" he ordered and you turned to get out of his way away.

Using his antichrist magic, he lifted his red gloved hand and the flames was gone in a second.

"What happened" Michael turned towards you for a second until realisation dawned on him, "Did you try to cook?"

"I did, but I was going to order but then I saw this new recipe and I had to try it. So, I tried to make it but then the pan caught fire and by the time I came back with the extinguisher" you put up the extinguisher in your hand to show him you were telling the truth, "that had already happened". you winced as you looked behind at the scene of disaster.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not try cooking anything new alone" Michael scolded as opened the windows with a flick of his wrist so the smoke would go out.

"It was just once"

"YOU COULD HAVE DIED"

"BUT I DIDN'T"

"YOU COULD HAVE"

"Then you would have brought me back" you reasoned with a sly grin.

Michael took a deep breath in knowing it was futile to argue with you, "Okay, we should order out"

"Totally" you said moving near him take his coat off.

"What do you want" he asked as fished out his phone from his pocket linking his arm with yours.

"So, I found this amazing restaurant which has like really great Sushi" You almost squealed, your stomach growling thinking of that as you two walked away leaving behind the ruined kitchen.

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon fic #cody fern #cody fern x reader #cody fern imagine #cody fern fanfic #ahs #ahs apocalypse #ahs imagine #ahs fandom #ahstories

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

it’s been well over a year since i posted my writing in the ahs fandom. and, after a bit of searching the tags, i realized that the activity for michael langdon (in particular) has drastically decreased since i was last here

that being said, i have a couple stories that i never got around to finishing, as well as two series i left on hiatus. i, for sure, want to finish the series but let me know which one-shots you’re interested in. i would prefer to create stories that others are going to read and not just me

p.s. check out my other writing here and here (primarily michael langdon but also xavier plympton, duncan shepherd, and jim mason)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧:

✿ class reunions are overrated || outpost!michael

you think class reunions are overrated but a series of events following a certain blonde friend change your mind

✿ it’s called magic, darling || dilf!michael x teacher!reader

all the teachers have a crush on the hot dad with the adorable daughter but he only has his eyes set on one

✿ you’re not my friend

you and michael have to work together on a new project. michael is used to everyone falling at his feet, but he’s in for a rude awakening you could give zero fucks || inspired by therefore i am - billie eilish

✿ how did we get here?

you watch as michael changes into someone he’s not, leaving you questioning your relationship || inspired by decode - paramore

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

✿ no body, no crime feat. detective!duncan shepherd || preview here

the good detective comes to you with a mystery he thinks he’s solved, only to discover just how wrong he is || inspired by no body, no crime - taylor swift

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

✿ a helping hand || fem!reader, set in the outpost

your meeting with langdon takes an awry turn when he brings up something from your past

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

✿ 1984 x Coven x Apocalypse crossover || fem!reader, implied!poc

the year is 1984, you’re on the road with your cousin and everything seems to be going well. however, it all starts going to shit as soon as you set foot in that camp

chapter 1: the start of a wonderful summer | chapter 2: what donkey? | chapter 3: cece and freddy

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#ahs x reader #michael langdon x reader #duncan sheperd x reader #michael langdon fanfiction #xavier plympton x reader #american horror story x reader #cody fern x reader #ahs fanfic #ahs fic

[storiesforallfandoms]

late night sins ~ xavier plympton;ahs 1984

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

request?: yes!

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

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

pairing: xavier plympton x poc!female!reader

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

masterlist (one, two, three)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Definitely not like wine,” she croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Religion sounds boring,” Chet said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But...but what if she did?

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

“Shh!” he said. “It’s just me.”

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

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

“It couldn’t wait until morning?”

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

She stared at him blankly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Xavier, this can wait until morning.”

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

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

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

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

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

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

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

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t say that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

“My tongue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve seen you before, you know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggled. “Majorly.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

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

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

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

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

“Really?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” he responded.

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

“That’s a yes, by the way,” she said.

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

“I guess you should.”

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

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

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

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𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 // 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

hey pookies! here's the first chapter of tales of the shadows ౨ৎ

please read the introduction post before reading this chapter!

hope u enjoy <3

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- 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐸 .

Riley Bennett felt the wind brushing her face faintly as she opened the window to her dad's car. It was a cloudy Wednesday morning when they finally decided to move all the way across the country.

Riley was a 17 year old troubled teenage girl who often struggled with fitting into her new surroundings.

They were a typical wealthy family from LA and had everything, so why did they decide to move to a small town in Massachusetts? This is what Riley has been wondering all the time ever since her dad talked about moving to Chesterfield. "I don't even know why we have to move here It's so cloudy and looks boring. I already miss LA and my friends.", Riley said nonchalantly looking at the window trying to look for anything interesting about this town. "Come on Riley don't be so grumpy, it can't be that bad!" her dad tried to reassure her but it didn't really work. She was going to miss LA and there was nothing they could say about it. 

About 20 minutes later, they finally arrived in front of the house. It was a beautiful Victorian house, a mix of light pink and dark blue, and Riley couldn't help but admire the huge house in front of her. It looked so old and vintage, that house actually reminded her of Coraline, she loved this movie as a child. “ So what do we think ?” Mr Bennett looking smiled at Riley knowing how much she loved old fashioned houses. " This house is beautiful Peter, and look Riley there's a swing!",  said Mrs. Bennett eagerly.  "I'm not a little girl anymore mom I don't really care about that" , Riley said rolling her eyes as the family parked in the driveway.  “And besides, this house looks kinda haunted.”  Mrs. Bennett scoffed taking her sunglasses off. After some time, they finally get out of the car and start grabbing their stuff from the car boot when a lady approaches them.  "Hello, I'm Dina the real estate agent! I'm here to show you around the house"  A huge smile was plastered on her face as if she was happy someone was finally interested in this house. 

" Oh hello! I'm Peter Bennett and this is my wife Marie " they both shake Dina's hand, her smile never leaving her face. " It's really nice to meet you. Oh and I suppose this is your beautiful little sweetheart ", she says as she walks over to Riley; " Uh yeah. I'm Riley. " Dina shakes Riley's hand and Riley can't help but find her a bit...  eccentric .

“ All right, I’ll show you the inside of the house right now !” Mrs. Bennett smiled eagerly looking at her husband with stars in her eyes. 

The family stepped into the foyer, greeted by the grandeur of a bygone era. High ceilings adorned with intricate molding loomed overhead, while a majestic staircase beckoned from the center of the room. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a warm, ethereal glow. Dina, with a practiced smile, gestured towards the sprawling rooms adorned with ornate details - antique chandeliers, mahogany wainscoting, and a fireplace steeped in history. A sense of both elegance and mystery enveloped them as they took in the timeless beauty of their potential new home.

"This house is goddamn beautiful. We're taking it!" , said Ms. Bennett eagerly with a huge smile of anticipation.

"Yes, this house sure is beautiful although I must mention, it comes with a bit of a past."  Dina seemed unsure and anxious, but she kept going; " full  disclosure requires that I tell you about what happened to the previews owners.

“Jesus, don’t tell me they died in this house did they?”  Mrs. Bennett turned around to look over at Dina with a concerned look plastered on her face. "Yes actually, both of them died here. Murder-suicide. I sold them the house too. They were the sweetest couple. You never really know what happens behind those walls I guess.

"That explains why this house is half the price of every other house in neighborhood I guess."  Mr Bennett sighted, crossing his arms.

“Where did it happen?”  Riley asked curiously.

 “In the attic.”

Riley pauses for a second, a smirk forming on her face as she decides to speak up; “ We’re taking it.”

ii

After the initial excitement of choosing their new home, the Bennett family embarked on the task of settling into their Victorian mansion. As they unloaded boxes and furniture from the moving truck, Riley couldn't contain her curiosity about the attic. She'd always been drawn to mysteries and the thought of living in a house with a dark past only fueled her intrigue.

Once they finished moving the essentials into the house, Riley dashed up the grand staircase, eager to explore every nook and cranny. She pushed open the attic door, the creaking hinges echoing in the vast space. The attic was dimly lit, dust particles dancing in the sunlight that filtered through the small windows. Old trunks and forgotten relics littered the space, each one holding a piece of history.

Riley's eyes widened with excitement as she imagined all the stories hidden within these walls. She spent hours rummaging through the forgotten treasures, uncovering vintage clothing, dusty books, and antique toys. Despite the tragic events that occurred here, Riley felt a strange sense of belonging, as if the house welcomed her with open arms.

As the days passed, the Bennett family settled into their new life in Chesterfield. Riley's room became her sanctuary, a reflection of her eclectic personality. She adorned the walls with vintage posters and fairy lights, transforming the space into a cozy retreat. She spent hours scouring antique shops and thrift stores, searching for unique pieces to add to her collection.

One afternoon, while exploring the local flea market, Riley stumbled upon a mysterious key hidden amongst a pile of trinkets. Intrigued, she purchased it for a few dollars, wondering what secrets it might unlock. When she returned home, Riley headed straight for the attic, her heart pounding with excitement.

She searched every nook and cranny until she found a small locked chest hidden beneath a pile of old newspapers. With trembling hands, she inserted the key into the rusty lock, the mechanism clicking open with a satisfying sound. Inside, she discovered a collection of letters tied with a faded ribbon.

As Riley read through the letters, she uncovered the tragic love story of the previous owners. Their words painted a picture of a forbidden romance torn apart by societal expectations and family obligations. Riley felt a pang of sadness for the couple, their lives cut short by tragedy.

And as she looked out the attic window, watching the sun set over the sleepy town of Chesterfield, Riley saw a shadow lurking behind the trees, It was like someone was staring at her. She rubbed her eyes thinking she probably hallucinated, and just like that, the shadow was gone.

iii

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sleepy town of Chesterfield, Riley found herself drawn to the attic once again. She climbed the stairs with a sense of anticipation, eager to lose herself in the stories of the past. But as she reached the top, she was met with an unexpected sight—a boy standing in the dimly lit space, his silhouette illuminated by the fading light.

"Who are you?" Riley asked, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

The boy turned to face her, his features obscured by the shadows. "I'm Andy," he said, his voice soft and haunting. "I live next door."

Riley took a step closer, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Andy's appearance was striking, with tousled hair and dark brown eyes that seemed to hold a hint of sadness. He reminded her of a character from one of her favorite movies, mysterious and enigmatic.

"What are you doing up here?" Riley asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Andy shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Just exploring," he said. "I like to come up here and think."

Riley nodded, her curiosity piqued. She had always been drawn to people who were different, who didn't fit into the mold of society. And there was something about Andy that intrigued her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Are you new here?" Andy asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Riley nodded. "Yeah, my family just moved in a few weeks ago. What about you?"

Andy smiled wistfully. "I've lived here my whole life," he said. "But I've never really felt like I belong."

Riley understood the feeling all too well. She had spent her entire life searching for a place where she truly felt at home, a place where she could be herself without judgment.

"Well, you're not alone," Riley said, her voice soft but determined. "We can be outsiders together."

Andy's eyes sparkled with gratitude, and for the first time in a long time, Riley felt a sense of connection—a bond forged in the darkness of the attic.

"You should probably leave now tho, before my parents see you here and call the cops thinking you're here to rob us or something", she giggled slightly, looking at the boy right in front of her who's been smiling at her. It was like he was admiring her, feeling safe by her presence.

He got up and left the attic without saying a word to her, leaving the house so quietly It was like he was never there.

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“That’s my pretty boy” (Murderhouse!Michael x Reader)

Blurb: Michael is a little too interested in a skirt when you two are out shopping and it gives you ideas

Warnings: crossdressing, female domination, oral (male receiving)

A/N: this was my excuse to write about Michael as a femboy bc i need that in my life rn. Sorry if this is kinda shit, i am a stressy mess atm with uni and everything so didnt have much time to edit this.

Michael actually didn't mind coming shopping with you, shockingly. He didn't really understand why other guys would complain about their girlfriends taking them shopping. it was cute to see you get excited when you found yet another item of clothing that fit your aesthetic. Not to mention, getting to watch you strip off and pull on whatever dress or shirt you’d picked up made any waiting around in lines worth it. He loved it when you’d kiss him after he told you whether it was a good look or not, as if you were rewarding him for being your personal fashion judge. Besides, shopping usually ended with the two of you getting bubble tea or coffee and wandering about the city, just enjoying one another's company before catching a bus home. The casual intimacy of sharing sips of your drinks, your thigh pressed against his as the pair of you rode the bus home, made him smile even hours after you’d left to go back to your own house.

You’d ended up in some high street store and were perusing the racks, not really paying much attention. There were some cute tennis skirts, which seemed to be really in at the moment. Drifting along the various racks of clothing, you hummed to yourself. Michael, however, had paused, a red tartan tennis skirt catching his attention. You often wore skirts like that and he loved how you looked in them, how long they made your legs look and, of course, the easy access they gave him to your thighs. Plenty of times he’d ran his hand up under a skirt like that, tracing the outline of your lips through whatever cotton panties you were wearing that day.

“I think you’d look cute in that, you know.” 

Your voice jolted Michael out his daydream, interrupting the part where he knelt on the ground and started giving you head up your skirt. A faint blush was on his cheeks.

“Me? I was more thinking about you wearing it but-”

“You’ve never worn a skirt before?” You pressed, tracing a hand along his waist.

“No, of course not, I'm a guy.”

“Clothes don’t have a gender, silly. Guys can wear skirts. If you think it’s cute, then you should wear it, there are no rules.” You continued, sipping on your drink.

“W-well, I mean, would you like me to wear it?” Michael felt embarrassed but also curious. Were you implying that you liked seeing guys in skirts? He thought he’d figured out all your kinks and sexual preferences but apparently not. Maybe it should have been more obvious since you were normally the dominant one when it came to sex.

“Of course. I think you’d look really pretty in it. Pretty skirt for my pretty boy.” 

He blushed at the nickname. He secretly loved it when you called him ‘pretty boy’ or ‘good boy’. Others might find it emasculating but it always made him feel the warm glow of your love and approval. 

“Alright then. If you think it would suit me.” He held the skirt up to his waist. You tried picturing him actually wearing it, how its neat pleats would lie against the skin of his thighs. You had thought about seeing him in a skirt and thigh highs before, his length concealed in a pair of lacy panties. He’d look so pretty and fuckable, ready to be dominated and praised since he was always a good boy for you.

“It will.” You moved closer to him, planting a kiss on his nose. “But we need to get you a few other things to complete the look.” 

Taking his hand, you led him towards the back of the store and into the lingerie section.

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“Just tell me when you’re ready and I'll open my eyes.” 

Sitting on the edge of Michael’s bed with your eyes shut, you listened to the rusting sounds of Michael undressing and taking out the outfit you’d got him. You began visualizing, trying to match the sounds to what he was doing. The sound of a zip meant he’d got the skirt on. The mumbled curse was probably him trying to pull on a thigh high whilst balancing on one foot. The gentle thump was him finally taking off his t-shirt and denim jacket.

“Okay, I'm ready.” His voice wavered.

Opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend dressed in a tartan tennis skirt, its hem skimming the tiny sliver of skin exposed where the tops of the black thigh socks ended. He looked at his feet, clearly feeling exposed and self-conscious in his skimpy attire. 

“Wow, you look even better than I imagined.” You said, getting up from the bed. “Come look at yourself in the mirror.”

Leading Michael to the full length mirror at the other side of the room, you watched his expression change when he caught sight of himself. A hand covered his mouth and he gave a gasp.

“Oh...” Was all he managed, twisting himself slightly to look at his side profile. It was...odd to see himself dressed like that. But he didn’t hate it. The way the skirt plumed out over his ass, giving him a more feminine silhouette, was sexy to him. He always liked it when you wore a skirt and thigh highs but seeing it on himself was a whole different experience. 

“Wait, I know what else you need.” You blurted out, getting another idea. You dug about in your purse, pulling out mascara.

“Look up and try not to twitch.” 

Wand in hand, you brushed Michael’s already dark eyelashes, thickening them and making them appear even longer. Your chest brushed against his as you moved from one eye to another. 

Standing back to admire your work, you screwed the wand back into the tube. Michael immediately turned to look at himself in the mirror again.

“God, I look like an anime character.” He said, laughing. 

“Do you feel pretty?” You snaked your hands round his waist, pressing your body against his back, kissing on his neck.

“I do. Very pretty.” He mused, still not used to seeing himself looking so girly.

“Such a pretty boy.” Your voice dropped to a whisper, a hand trailing down to creep under his skirt, caressing the smooth skin of his thigh. You traced the lace trim of the red silk panties you’d picked out for him earlier. He pressed his ass back against you in response, a quiet moan leaving his lips as you began to palm his slowly hardening length. His moan became audible when you began nibbling and sucking at his neck, working the skin into a bruise.

You nearly threw him onto the bed, lust making all your actions hasty. Laying back against the pillows, lips parted in slight shock, legs apart and showing leaking cock pressed against the red silk, he looked so damn delicious. Kissing down from his neck to his navel, you paused above the waistband of the skirt, looking up at his flushed face and wide eyes.

“How bad do you want me to suck you off, pretty boy?” You teased, one hand fiddling with the tops of his thigh sock. 

“S-so bad.” Michael whispered.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that.” Both hands on his thighs, you squeezed his flesh, emphasizing that you wanted hear him begging and being a whiny, needy little bitch for you.

“Please, Y/N, I need your mouth on me. Else I'm going to cum and ruin these panties.”

You shook your head, tracing the prominent vein on his shaft through the thin silk. His hands grasped at the bed sheets, whimpering as you teased the head of his cock with a single finger.

“Oh god, please. I cant take it when you do this. Please just blow me, please.” Michael blurted out, his words trailing off into a moan as your finger traced along his slit.

“That’s my pretty boy.” You praised, shifting up so you could press a chaste kiss to his red cheek.

Without hesitation, you yanked down the panties, discarding them to the floor. His length was a sorry sight, leaking precum against his skin and the fabric of the new skirt. Tutting, you flipped the hem up.

“Can’t have you ruining your new skirt, can I?” 

Cock exposed and at your mercy, you wasted no time taking him in your mouth. You knew Michael never lasted long when you gave him head, he was just too sensitive to handle it. The tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little. Drawing him back out of your mouth in a painfully slow action, you listened to his gasps as he finally got some relief from the pressure that was growing in his lower stomach. You repeated this action, not letting the way he grasped your hair interrupt you purposefully slow pace. 

Taking his cock out of your mouth, you began peppering the tip with kisses and licks, paying careful attention to the slit, making sure to draw your tongue along it whilst you pumped his shaft. You’d occasionally take his length in your mouth, swallowing it down to the hilt before pulling your mouth off it with a ‘pop’, returning to teasing the tip. Giving a wide lick across the slit, you felt Michael shudder, his cock twitching almost in unison.

“Mmm I’m so close. Please just let me fuck your throat, I'm so fucking close Y/N.” He pleaded, almost annoyed at how painfully slow you were pleasuring him. 

“Watch your tongue, pretty boy. Don’t speak like such a little slut.” You scolded him, adjusting yourself to grip his hips, holding them down so he couldn’t even try to fuck your throat.

Taking his length down your throat, you withdrew it, swirling your tongue across the tip, before repeating the action. With every repetition, Michael’s moans became more whiny, more urgent, as he edged closer and closer to climaxing. One hand gripped your hair, the other the duvet. Sensing he was painfully close to cumming, you spiced things up, licking down his shaft before sucking both his balls at once. He nearly shouted in response, surprised by your actions. If your mouth hadn't have been full, you would have laughed at how shamelessly vocal he was being. 

Taking your time, you trailed your tongue up his length, coming to the head and engulfing it in your mouth. Looking up at Michael, you noted how his mascara was smudged by sweat and a few tears, looking every part the ruined little fuck toy. Hollowing your cheeks, you appeased his pleads, sucking him at your usual pace. 

“Ah-fuck. Fuck, I-” He bumbled incoherently, unable to form a sentence as he came down your throat, coating it in his hot seed. It was one of the best climaxes he’d ever had, one of the most intense he’d ever had with you (not that you ever failed to make him cum). His thighs were quivering, the aftershock of reaching such a high reducing him to a trembling, panting mess.

Coming to lie next to your pretty boy, you petted his hair, brushing it off his sticky forehead, kissing his cheek innocently as if you hadn't just given him the best head he’d ever had. It was well deserved; any boy as pretty has him deserved only the best.

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[hardysbitch]

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

gif not mine

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[crown-ov-horns]

A list of Michael Langdon x F!SO scenarios

Created for my own convenience. I will likely be using most of these in my countless WIPs, but you are free to, also, just let me know, so I can read it! May be updated.

Warning: N/S/F/W 🍋

Michael is in love with an enemy. He captures her, and attempts to seduce her. Alternatively, he is captured by an enemy, and decides to seduce her.

Michael is in his office late at night. His love interest visits him. Without speaking, she drops her robe/coat, revealing herself to be completely naked.

Michael wants an heir. His SO will not be let go until he's sure she's pregnant.

Equinox/Solstice fertility ritual with a witch love interest. Probably includes the eating of raw rabbit hearts, lots of blood, and having sex in the middle of a forest.

Ritual sex in front worshippers. Both Michael and his SO end up covered in blood from unfortunate human sacrifices.

Michael takes a member of the Outpost as a companion during his stay.

Michael forces his lover on all fours in the middle of an argument. Includes bruised hips, teeth marks on the shoulders, hair pulling, you name it.

Michael's love interest decides she wants him in her mouth right there, right then. He appreciates it.

Michael's love interest performs a strip tease for him. She takes charge.

Michael places his lover on her back, so he can watch her face and body as he fucks her.

Michael decides to drive his love interest mad only by giving her head.

Michael makes sure he and his lover are heard (think 300 sequel).

Michael ties his lover to a bed, and teases her by burning her (he heals her afterwards).

Michael is fully clothed. His lover is completely naked.

The Beast is split into two at conception. After finding his twin/soulmate, Michael wants nothing more than to be with her. In every way possible.

Michael pulls his love interest aside during a gathering. He doesn't care if they're caught. Actually, he hopes for it.

Michael is running for President. He decides to sabotage his competition by seducing her, and counting on a scandal.

A/O/B verse. Alpha!Michael decides SO is his perfect mate. Alternatively, Omega!SO decides the only way to tame the Beast is by having him claim her.

Michael kills his love interest's enemies. She shows him just how much he appreciates it.

Michael and his SO drink each other's blood.

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[niragisqueenofhearts]

men i could fix ch.2

MICHAEL LANGDON

Heyyyyy, did you miss me? I bet you did.

Alright so Michael Langdon, Satan in a sunday hat (props to anyone who knows where that saying is from), the literal antichrist, what's there to say about him that anyone else hasn't said?

Michael is definitely one of my favorite American horror story "villains."

Why did i put villain in quotes? Lemme explain.

(I suggest don't read this if you haven't seen AHS: Apocalypse yet and don't want any spoilers.)

So, as we all know, Michael is the son of Satan, he started killing arguably when he was just in the womb of his mother Vivian. He fed off the nutrients of his twin brother and then traded his mother's life for his during his birth. And then from months old to 3 years old he begun to kill small animals before killing his first human at the age of 3. As the days went on, he also begun to physically age overnight thus his powers and bloodlust becoming more stronger than ever.

With all the horrible things Michael had already committed, Constance, his grandmother, had been become weary and stressed and later committed suicide and refused to see him in ghost form. A distressed Michael then found comfort in Ben Harmon, as Ben was more of a father figure to Michael. Michael was also then rejected by Tate Langdon, his father technically as he impregnated Vivian. One dark night, the founder of the church of Satan and his followers arrived at the murder house and commenced a ritual which brought Michael to accept his role as the destroyer of mankind.

Why did i just explain this man's entire story that everyone already knows? Well, that brings me to how I could fix him.

Technically, there's no "fixing" Michael. He is the son of the Devil so his role in society was already predetermined in blood. All of his actions were basically decisions made by his subconscious by his "evil" side, the only reason he was created by the devil was only to wreak havoc on earth.

He's not all bad though, we see in the series times where he's showed genuine emotions and remorse for his action even though he has no control over them, like when he snapped out of his trance after unknowingly trying to strangle his grandmother while she slept, or after finding out that Ms. Meed was killed. Unfortunately, this is about how far as his human side goes besides just presenting as human.

Honestly, regardless of all the things he did, Michael just needed some love. He was outcasted by his family, the woman that was a real mother to him was killed by the coven and his own father didn't want anything to do with him. All of this eventually turned to resentment and just led him deeper into darkness. He was abandoned, alone and scared. All he wanted was someone to listen, to understand him and help him find his place in the world. He really did deserve better.

[It's currently 2:08am as I'm posting this. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!]

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[sojournlangdon]

What are your sins?

Sojourn!Michael Langdon x gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of death, light satanism (if that’s a thing)

Her voice is brash and grating. The garish red she wore could not be more fitting, with its loudness and lack of subtlety. You don’t know why you keep returning to this congregation. The admission process was a joke, which may explain the pitiful leader and members. Surely there was something better than this.

The creak of a door signalled a potential escapee. You feel relief on their part, and wonder what’s stopping you from doing the same. Her unblinking eyes and tense jaw turn to you. You feel your heartbeat more intensely following her question:

What are your sins?

Lips part, and shut. You blink too many times, and an awareness of it only worsens the behaviour. Why the fuck did you sit in the front row?

She looks at you with furrowed brows for a few counts, before opening the question to everyone. You feel heat brush over your face. So much for being above all of this.

The replies are almost as pathetic as your lack of one, petty theft, gun money and adultery. With the bar this low, your actions seem devilish. Were they? You don’t think so, but you decide to get a second opinion.

“Actually, I do have one.” The confidence in your voice is short-lived. She looks at you expectantly, and you feel the intrigue of the sad souls around you.

Voice small, you begin unclearly, before she demands that you speak up. The second time is better, desensitised.

“I killed him, I killed a person.”

You have their attention now, this was a step up in severity, to say the least. She grins, shouts her praise, and tells you to stand and inspire the ‘weaklings’.

You clear your throat, and try to diguise your trembling hands by holding them against the dark fabric brushing your thighs. Most everyone looks morbidly interested, but one unfamiliar face appears transfixed, desperate to hear the events.

Tangled, honey-tinted hair, light stubble framing parted full lips, glossy eyes so tired they looked bruised. You may be as equally as enthralled by him. You focus on the space around him, eyes flitting back to him to observe how he digests your story.

“It wasn’t senseless, or random. I may have planned it, but he well and truly deserved worse than what he got. To be honest, I was surprised by my own strength. I mean, keeping someone’s head underwater while they scratch and kick and bite is no easy feat. Drowning doesn’t happen in thirty seconds, and even after he stopped moving I had to hold him down - to make sure.”

You catch your breath, slightly dissociated, no longer aware of their reactions. You don’t know when to stop, so you keep going.

“It was yesterday, in the evening. He’s still there. But I drained the tub and refilled it with ice. I didn’t think about the fact that it would melt, though.”

Heat rises to your face a second time when you see him smile warmly at you, as if you said something endearing. You are once again brought back to reality, reluctantly noting the rest of the room. Some look nauseated, others inspired.

She once again litters you with praise as you return to your seat. For the remainder of the meeting, your mind is somewhere else entirely. You register movement around you as people start to leave, others staying for the shitty potluck. Arms crossed and eyes lowered, you languidly move towards the staircase. That was stupid, a stupid fucking thing to say in front of so many people. What if someone reports you, or tries to copy you or -

“Good riddance. To whoever it was. I’m sure you did the world a favour.” Up close, you can see just how disheveled and weary he looks. A gentle smile graces his features, and when you don’t reply, he gives a light nod and ascends the stairs.

You follow, reaching out to stop him, not willing to let him go just yet. The motion is messy, and you end up with the crumpled black shirtsleeve in your tight grip. Nice fucking going.

He stops suddenly, upper body twisting round. His raised eyebrows makes you cringe slightly, as you lean into the wall to let others filter past.

“I could use some help. You know, with the body. If you’re interested.” Another excellent move on your part.

His eyes soften, and you think he would have laughed if he was any less fatigued. He nods, tells you to lead the way. So you do. At some point during the walk home, you notice that your hands are loosely intertwined. You’ve been so fraught with nervous energy, that you don’t remember who moved first.

It’s quiet, mostly your own voice. You talk about where you live, potential dinner ideas, and that forensic psychology module you did once. He looks relieved when you insist that he takes a nap before anything else, and you when confirm that the shower is separate from the bath.

Only when you’re outside the building do you think to ask the blonde boy’s name, learning that it’s Michael. His delicate features work with his name, you decide.

“Like the Archangel. Cute.” He scoffs at that.

“Not quite. Really, I could prove you wrong there.”

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[austinstyles]

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[little-lily-w]

Breaking Purity II: ch. 11/?

Psst: whole Breaking Purity I here

Summary:  Reader finds the Rock, the place where Connor and Hannah are about to be offered to the cannibals, with the whole population of chosen survivors to witness.

Warnings: violence, strong language, graphic depictions

Words: 2k

A/N: I’d lie if I said I wasn’t a nervous ball while picturing Michael’s reaction.

You can read it here: ch. 11: “Arctic wolf”

Tagging: @angiestopit​

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[forsakencontent]

A03

Wattpad

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[sykokittyy]

okay guys so I think I’m going to start making some AHS and maybe stranger things content. so can y’all please send me some asks, I will try to get to it!

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[michaelangdonsslut]

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

here's my masterlist (pretty short lol but i will be updating whenever i post something)

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ : indicates pre-smut ! ִ ࣪𖤐 : indicates smut ! 🧸ྀི : indicates fluff !

𑁍 : indicates angst/dark themes !

SCREAM VI ethan landry 🖤

after care with ethan 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

Tales Of The Shadows

introducing tales of the shadows!

chapter one ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

American Horror Story 🥀

ahs asylum;

Trapped In Briarcliff (kit walker) 𑁍

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