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so-langdon · 4 years

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Never Enough - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Michael relaxes Y/N in the shower after a long week.

Warnings: Fluff, sensual situations, teasing, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft! dom! Michael

A/N: This takes place in the same AHS: Apocalypse universe, just before the bombs, but with Michael having the Outpost! Michael physical appearance.

*ALSO hi wow it’s been like a decade since I’ve posted any writings... I don’t know how popular Michael Langdon fan fics are now and if anyone will even read this??? But posting it anyway bc I’m still obsessed and in love with Michael fucking Langdon 🙃

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The warmth of water cascades over Y/N, soothing her body, relaxing her muscles and releasing any tension and stress the busy day has given her. She slides her hands over and through her hair, leaning her head back, allowing the warmth of the steam and water to unwind her mind along with her body.

It’d been a long and tiring week, causing Y/N to feel overwhelmed and overworked with all the tasks and deadlines that had to be met at her job. Alongside that, Michael Langdon, her partner, had been busy with his own work, seeming to be living at the Kineros Robotics company where he had been planning a number of things.

The two were so busy with their own jobs, their schedules never lining up, they hadn’t been able to spend any real time together recently as it’d been at least a week since they were able to sit down and actually be with one another.

They’d each be at work all day, then come home and go to bed, hardly having any time to de-stress and talk. Especially since Y/N was always going to bed by the time Michael was getting home, him following to sleep then too. But being adults, with their work needing to get done, each understood and knew they’d get time together one way or another eventually.

However, Michael could sense and feel the stress and tension in Y/N, whether he was with her or not. The two had this connection, a strong bond formed over the love they have for one another, and with Michael’s abilities, Michael could always tell when Y/N was feeling too stressed out, even when she tried to keep a smile on her face and not burden Michael.

Knowing that Y/N had been particularly overly tired and stressed this week, Michael made sure to leave Kineros early that day so he could spend time with her and give her a relaxing evening. He had been missing her a little too much anyway.

Michael walks into their home, carrying a few bags that contain Y/N’s and his favorite take out, wanting to give them a good dinner that evening and so Y/N didn’t have to worry about cooking, along with a few other items to make the rest of the night fun and relaxing too.

Y/N doesn’t hear Michael coming home early of course as she’s in the shower washing away the day down the drain. She doesn’t hear the bathroom door open and close either, much less take notice of Michael’s appearance on the other side of the shower glass door.

Michael smiles to himself, finding her as alluring as ever and proceeds to undress, discarding his clothes to the floor and opening the shower door. Y/N hears and notices him by that point, but doesn’t react, only wiping her face clear of water.

She feels Michael’s arms wrap around her waist from behind, causing her to smile. She places her hands over his wrists on her, turning her head back to him.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she says as she looks at him, her tone sweet and happy, the warmth of Michael around her causing her a tranquility already more than the warm shower was.

Michael grins, resting his chin on her shoulder. He presses his lips to her neck, mumbling against her, “Hi baby.”

“Hi,” she smiles more. “What are you doing home already,” she asks curiously.

“Decided to take off early,” Michael starts. “We’ve hardly had any time together this week and I’ve missed you too much, so I decided to come home and spend time with you.”

“Really,” Y/N raises her eyes as she turns around to face Michael fully, staying in his hold as his arms stay around her waist. “I’m sure Jeff and Mutt had a field day with that -- you leaving early just to come home to a girl,” she teases.

“They know better than to make any idiotic remarks,” Michael states, knowing how immature and annoying the two morons at his work could be. “But doesn’t matter. I’m the boss, what are they going to do? They worship me anyway.”

“Maybe they won’t do anything,” she begins, “but your girlfriend may make fun of you for being so whipped,” Y/N jokes, smiling as if she’ll laugh.

Michael lets out a soft chuckle, leaning in and pressing his lips against her inner neck, humming against her as he kisses against her. “So I’m whipped because I wanted to come home and spoil my favorite person?”

“Spoil,” Y/N repeats, looking at him questioningly as Michael lifts his head and looks at her with an amused expression.

“Yes, of course,” he speaks fluidly. “I left early and picked up our favorite food, along with some other things, and figured we could have a relaxing evening together.” He raises a hand from around her waist to her face, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin gently. “We’ve both been so busy this week, and I know you’ve been more so overworked and stressed. I want to help you unwind,” he leans in, “help you relax,” he kisses her sweetly, making her heart flutter. “And take care of you,” he mumbles against her lips before pulling back with the same amused look, mixed in with an adoring expression.

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck as she smiles shyly at him, flushing a bit from his words. “And what about you?” She asks.

Michael grins, dropping his hand from her cheek to stepping her back to press against the side of the shower wall, the water hitting the both of their sides. A slight shiver runs through Y/N from the coldness of the wall behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist after, “I want this evening to be about you. I’ll be fine.”

“I think we can make this evening about both of us just as easily,” Y/N states.

“You don’t understand that me taking care of you takes care of me.” He leans his lips into the crook of her neck once more, kissing against her. “So let me start this evening out right and take care of you properly,” he whispers gently along her skin.

“What do you mean,” Y/N asks, oblivious to Michael’s ulterior motives.

Michael smirks a bit and drops one hand from around her as he brushes the back of his fingers down along the side of her body. “What do you think,” he asks, almost taunting her as his hand slows down, trailing his fingers from the side of her hip, to the front of her and lower.

Y/N bites her lip as Michael’s hand movements gets slower, teasing her by hovering his hand over just where she would like him. At an aching pace, Michael reaches down to her heat, the anticipation building quickly due to the built up tension from all week, and he cups her, his palm pressing against her, causing her breath to hitch.

He begins with his fingers rubbing down her slit, allowing the excitement to grow inside of Y/N. The wavering of Y/N’s breathing already causes him to grin almost cockily, feeling a pride from always being able to turn Y/N on so easily.

Michael’s other arm that’s wrapped around Y/N brings her closer to him, making Y/N press her lips together as she looks at him, not bothering to hide his obvious smirk now. Y/N’s hands grasp his shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels the pads of Michael’s fingers smoothly brush through her folds and to her clit, rubbing circles against her.

Y/N’s heart begins to beat faster bit by bit as her breathing gradually becomes more shallow. Michael’s fingers rub from her clit and down her slit, towards her entrance, feeling the wetness of her beginning to grow.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” Michael speaks softly, a huskiness showcasing in his tone too as he presses his lips against her forehead.

“Maybe it’s the water,” Y/N breathes out, trying to cover up the fact of how aroused she’s getting so quickly.

“Sure, darling,” Michael smiles. “Whatever you say.”

He gathers her wetness against his fingers as he teases against her heat, spreading it up to her clit and rubbing again, earning a quiet moan from her. He focuses on his consistent pace as he rubs her, knowing just how to work her up.

Michael’s movements are slow and almost too soft, knowing Y/N is desperate for more, but wants Y/N to savor each touch and sensation he gives her so she can enjoy the full pleasure and gradual build.

“Michael, please,” Y/N breathes out as if on cue, becoming needier, biting her lip again. She was used to Michael teasing her, but it accompanied a more rough setting. This was more focused and controlled, almost worse due to the ache of the slow and gentle build, making her want more more quickly.

“What? You don’t want it over too fast, do you?” He speaks, his hands movements matching the pace with his slow and hushed but teasing tone. “You want to take it all and feel the complete pleasure, right,” Michael speaks enticingly, leaning his head into the crook of her neck, kissing against her.

“Don’t tease me,” Y/N sighs out, feeling as the pads of Michael’s fingers continue at the same pace as he rubs against her clit.

“Trust me, darling, I’m only loving you,” Michael mumbles, lips brushing against her ear and kissing her, causing a shiver to run through Y/N.

Another smirk grows across Michael’s face, lips kissing against her ear and along her neck consistently as his fingers continue working along her.

Michael circles against her clit a few more times before bringing his fingers to her entrance, feeling how she’s pulsing lightly against him. He teases her more, rubbing against her softly, causing Y/N to whine and rest her forehead against Michael’s shoulder.

He pushes a finger inside of her, his own cock twitching but doing his best to control himself as he wants to only focus on her. He pumps his finger a few times, curling, a soft whimper leaving Y/N’s mouth.

Michael’s lips press against Y/N’s neck again, giving a soft suck and small nip following, kissing against her tender skin after. Y/N’s hands tighten on his shoulders, feeling how her body is getting more hot, from Michael’s touches, the steam of the shower, the pleasure spreading through her.

Y/N moans lightly when feeling Michael’s finger curl again inside her as his thumb rubs over her clit too, adding to the pleasured sensation. Still greedy for more, unable to help it when she breathes out a heavy, “More Michael, please.”

Since Michael understands Y/N’s tension and had planned for a relaxing evening for her, he listens to her instead of continuing to tease and drawing out her yearning like he normally would when they fool around and would punish her for her needy behavior. He did, after all, start it anyway.

Michael lifts his head from her neck and removes his hands from her. Y/N looks up at him with a small pout, Michael grinning as he leans in and kisses her slowly, then lowering his head as he kisses against her collarbones, down to her cleavage.

Looking up at her as he lowers himself to the floor and onto a knee, still kneeling tall enough that the water from the shower isn’t drenching his face, he grabs Y/N and pulls her forward, wrapping an arm around her lower body, his other hand grabbing her knee and lifting her leg over his shoulder. One of Y/N’s hands rests on the top of Michael’s shoulder, the other placing back against the wall of the shower.

Michael’s eyes stay focused on Y/N’s as he leans his head forward and licks a slow stripe through her folds and to her clit, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan from her taste. Y/N lets out a shallow breath, her stomach contracting already, merely from the sight of Michael alone.

He circles his tongue around her clit, enclosing his lips after and sucking slowly. Y/N’s eyes close again, her hand on Michael’s shoulder grasping tighter. Michael pulls Y/N closer, holding her to him as his plump lips and tongue work at her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” Y/N moans out, her mouth dropping open, her chest rising and falling at a faster level.

Michael unwraps his arm from around Y/N and brings his hand up to between him and her. He lets his finger rub against her entrance again as he sucks on her clit still. He pushes his finger inside her like before, adding a second right after and pumping his fingers inside of her at a slow pace.

He gradually pumps his fingers faster, his other hand coming to her clit and pulling back her hood to lick his tongue fervently against her more without anything in between for her to feel the full sensitivity.

Y/N jerks feeling all the sensations together, her lower body moving forward as she grinds against Michael’s tongue. He pumps his fingers, curling them as Michael opens his eyes and looks up at Y/N, his thumb that holds her hood back, moving lower to rub over the sensitive nub, and adding his tongue as he licks around and over it too at the same time for more pleasure.

Y/N begins to thrust her lower body forward more, practically riding Michael’s face as she feels the contract of pleasure inside her body beginning to grow, deeper and deeper. Her body starts to tremble, her toes curling as the build gets bigger.

Michael sucks on her clit harshly as he thrusts his fingers inside of her faster, curling every other second, knowing how close she is and feeling desperate to taste more of her.

Y/N’s hand moves to the upper back of Michael’s head, grasping at the roots of his long locks as the pressure inside her tightens more, feeling how close to the edge she is.

Michael keeps at a consistent pace with his lips and tongue on her clit, his fingers pumping inside her, humming against her from enjoying the taste of her, the way her body grinds against his face, her body jerking lightly.

The coil snaps finally, the release of undeniable complete pleasure flooding through Y/N’s body, the tension from the week disappearing in waves as a relaxation and gratification overcomes her.

Michael is sure to suck and lick up every bit of her before standing up, including sucking on his fingers to taste as much of her as he can. Y/N’s chest is rising up and down heavily as she catches her breath and comes down from her orgasm, looking at Michael with a lazily content expression.

“Feel better,” Michel asks rhetorically, smirking and grabbing her waist as he holds her to him. “I know this week has been overwhelming, but hopefully you’re feeling more relaxed now.”

“Getting to spend time with you helps me relax,” Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck as Michael’s arms around her waist hold tighter. “But, that was quite the treat, too,” she bites on her lip, smiling again after.

“Was quite the treat for me, as well,” Michael leans in, grinning, his nose lightly brushing against Y/N’s, making her smile more, and he kisses her. “Now, let’s get out so we can enjoy the rest of our evening together.”

“But what about you? You haven’t given me the chance to relax you yet,” Y/N says, unwrapping her arms from around Michael’s neck to resting on the front of his collarbones, slowly dropping her hands down his fit chest.

“I told you, taking care of you takes care of me. Besides, I’m not done with you yet,” Michael informs, his words holding a husky and sensual tone.

“Oh? What else do you have planned?” Y/N asks curiously, her eyes filling with a curious excitement.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Michael leans in slowly, letting his lips brush over Y/N/s teasingly, making her lean up to close the space between them, wanting to kiss him. But Michael leans back more, smirking as he senses the growing want in her again for him.

He kisses her a second later, knowing he can’t hold his own self back from kissing her for too long. He grasps her cheek, knowing no matter the amount of time they have together, it will never be enough with her.

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michael-langdon-appreciation · 4 years

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Sweet Dreams - Oneshot

Nurse!Jim x reader

Warnings: PURE FLUFFINSS! Surgery anxiety.

A/N: A sweet anon asked for more Jimmy content and it’s been forever since I’ve written anything! Just a cute oneshot inspired from @sojournmichael and I’s baby chat about paramedic/nurse!jim. I love him already! Enjoy loves ❤️

A knot is stuck in your stomach. The rising anxiety has your hands shaking as a thousand thoughts run through your head.

What is it’s unsuccessful?

What if something goes wrong?

What if the aesthetic doesn’t work?

You stare down at the hospital bracelet, already attached to your arm. It’s uncomfortable and scratchy.

Is it too late to back out?

The door opens and in steps a young man in scrubs. He’s got a silent calm to him as he turns and flashes you a smile. He’s cute, a strong jawline and muscles which are far too hidden under his uniform. ‘Hey there, my name’s JIm. I’m gonna be looking after you.’

There are far worse people to be looked after than this guy.

He pushes his glasses up and they slip down sa he checks your chart. ‘The Anaesthetist will be with you shortly. I’ve been assigned to this ward.’ He swallows, a little more insecure now. ‘Usually they make me do paperwork stuff, but we’ve short-staffed.’

‘That’s fine.’ You say quickly, ‘I’m not…you know. I…I don’t mind you.’

Jim relaxes, ‘I don’t mind you either.’

You feel your smile getting stupid as he sets to work getting things ready. Jim hands you a urine sample container. ‘Procedure beforehand,’ He explains at your shocked face.

‘I…don’t think I’ve got any left.’

He bursts out laughing, ‘That’s okay, we can wait. But we’ll need it before we continue.’ You take it from him. Jim’s eyes travel to your shaking fingers, ‘It’s okay to be nervous.’

‘Have you ever…’ You don’t know why you’re asking, but Jim’s eyes harden.

‘Not surgery.’ He says, ‘But…I’ve been in hospital often.’

You regret asking immediately. Jim’s buoyancy has dimmed, his mouth setting in a firm line. Whatever trauma he’s been through is written all over him, phantoms that still cling and invade some moments.

You run into the bathroom and hide. You wait till you can pass enough to give the sample back, but Jim isn’t there when you come back. You sit the sample on the bedside table and sit back on the bed.

Jim doesn’t appear again.

Not till you wake.

He’s looming over you and his bright, cute smile beams. ‘Hey there, you’re doing good. Take your time coming round.’

Things swim and dance, as if you’ve been hungover. ‘Did…did it go well?’

Jim’s colleague answers for him, ‘We’ll find out soon.’

‘You don’t know?’ She disappears, leaving me with Jim, ‘How do you not know?’

‘The surgeon needs to confirm.’ Jim reassures, his fingers twitching but he places his hand on the bed railings. ‘It was a success though. Otherwise…well…you wouldn’t be awake.’ The horror shines in his eyes, “I mean…fuck…I mean. I’m so sorry. I’m….’

‘It’s okay.’ You murmur, already tired as your brain tries to catch up. ‘I just…want to know.’

Jim nods, his teeth snagging his lip. ‘Still, that was insensitive of me.’

‘You’re good.’

A couple minutes later, Jim wheels you back to your room. Your parents stand the moment you enter. Jim lets them fawn over you and slips out before you can get a real good look at him. The last thing you see is his glasses slipping down yet again.

Dinner is…horrific. The food is a lump of some gravy-like substance, something bland and inedible and you’ve left most of it on the tray. Jim’s head pops round your door, ‘Not hungry?’

‘It’s disgusting.’

He smirks, ‘It’s not so bad. Some places don’t even give you a hot meal. Just sandwiches.’

‘Was that prison?’

‘It might as well have been.’ He takes the empty seat beside you, your parents having gone home for the day. ‘How’re you feeling?’

You shrug, ‘A little spaced out.’

He nods knowingly, ‘I became a Nurse because of the respect I found for people who do these jobs. It’s not glamorous and all, but…I felt like I needed to give back.’

‘You’re a nice Nurse.’ It slips out and Jim sticks his tongue out at you.

‘Well, you’re the first to say so. I’m new…still don’t fully know what I’m doing.’

‘I’ll tell them you’re doing a great job.’

You both chat idly. Jim tells you about his twin, a pro surfer and you give him some insight into your family life and how you ended up in hospital. He’s got closer to you, leaning over the bed rails as he talks in a fast, animated tone. ‘She’s gonna be playing Mavericks in two years time. I can just feel it.’

‘How do you have so much energy?’

‘I’ve had five coffees.’

‘Jesus Christ.’

‘Plus.’ He adds, ‘You’re easy to talk to.’ You can feel the tingles happening again. His eyes are soft behind his glasses. Jim’s tongue wets his bottom lip, ‘You live near here?’

You nod.

Jim glances to the open door and then you feel something sliding onto your bed. It’s Jim’s phone, ‘Would you…uh…give me your number?’ He stammers. ‘If you’re able to?’

It’s obvious he should not be doing this. But you enter the correct sequence of numbers subtly from the phone’s position on your bed. Jim sneaks it back into his pocket with a smile.

‘You really are new, huh?’

Jim’s eyes twinkle, ‘I’ve always had trouble following rules. Especially when I’m talking to a cute girl.’

‘Thank you.’ You whisper, ‘You’ve made this whole thing so much easier.’

‘You’ll be discharged tomorrow.’ He says, ‘I had to take my chance before the window shut.’

‘I’m sure I’m a hot mess right now.’ You smile, ‘I’m doped up and might not even remember you tomorrow.’ You laugh at his fearful expression, ‘Kidding, Jim.’

His smirk appears again. Jim pushes his glasses back up his nose and runs his fingers down your arm. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow, kaY?’

You nod, watching him back out of your room. You turn over as best as you can, letting your face smush into your pillow. Your smile is wide as you think about Jim, already fantasising about your secret Nurse and what you’ll say to him tomorrow.

Just as sleep hits you, there’s the unmistakable sound of your phone vibrating. You glance blearily at the number - Jim.

Sweet dreams.

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certifiedmoth · 5 years

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Could you do like a jealous Xavier smut? Pleaseeee

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Xavier seethed as he pushed you up against the wall of the showers that he had managed to pull you in to.

“What are you talking about?” You smiled mischievously, completely aware as to why he was so angry with you.

It had been a long day - for both of you. You had seen some girls flirting with him this morning and a very pleased Xavier, who was much too eager to accept their praise and compliments. You hated how it made you feel. How you became possessive and a little hurt inside, if you were being honest, to see him interact so playfully with these random girls.

You thought, perhaps, he could use a little taste of his own medicine; just to know what it feels like to see your lover so ecstatic to be in the arms of another.

You knew it had to be Jerry, the one counselor Xavier just couldn’t stand; anybody else just wouldn’t have had the same effect. You had playfully ignored Xavier all day and instead chose to spend some time with sweet, sweet Jerry. It must have been when you sat next to him, instead of Xavier, at lunch in the mess hall that really got the message across.

With daggers in his eyes, Xavier got up from his seat, fixed his jacket casually and walked over to the other side of the table, where you were.

“Oh, hi there-“ you had started, with arrogance ringing in your voice, before Xavier grabbed onto your arm and basically pulled you out of your seat.

“We need to have a little chat,” he growled in your ear as he pulled you away from your oblivious coworkers.

And now here you were, pushed up against the wall of the deserted showers, under the harsh gaze Xavier directed at you.

“I said, what. are. you. doing?” his voice got dangerously low as his breathing deepened. “Ignoring me, to be with that prick? I mean... as if ditching me for breakfast or joining your group with his at the lake wasn’t enough? You had to go and basically sit on his lap at lunch? What the fuck is going on with you?”

“I didn’t sit on his lap, X... Don’t be so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, feeling satisfied with the reaction you were getting out of him.

“I don’t want my girl anywhere near that fucking dick,” he pushed his body fully against yours, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “You’re MY girlfriend...” he nipped at your throat, feeling his possessiveness come out.

“It’s funny you say that. Because I thought you were my boyfriend, yet you were real friendly with Jenna and her crew this morning...”

He lifted his head from your neck, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, “Is that what this is about?” His eyes narrowed, challenging you and feeling his heart swell at the idea of you being jealous.

“No...” you averted his gaze, instead looking down at your feet and feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught, “it’s just that... boyfriends don’t usually flirt with others,” your voice got really quiet and your cheeks flushed with warmth.

He leaned in, a dangerous grin adorning his face, “Girlfriend’s don’t usually flirt with others, either,” he leaned in slightly, licking a gentle stripe against your bottom lip and grinding his hips into yours.

“I just couldn’t help it, Jerry’s so cute,” you said innocently, getting the exact reaction you wanted out of him as you saw the color drain from his face and his eyes glaze over in a heated anger that nearly scared you.

“You, uh...” his breathing deepened as his jaw grew tense, “think he’s cute?”

You hummed in response, “He’s really sweet and I just love all the attention he gives me, too... it’s great-“ you yelped as he flipped you over and pressed you against the wall, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“You think this is funny? You think it’s okay to lie to your poor, sweet boyfriend and get him all riled up with jealousy, especially when he’s so, so good to you?” He spat out venomously, grinding his hardening length against your ass.

You tried to move from the wall but he pushed you further against it, pinning you under his large frame and chuckling in your ear. It excited you beyond belief to see and feel xavier like this - so dominant and possessive. He was usually a sweet and gentle lover but you knew all it took was a little push for this side of him to come out. Little did he know, it was basically his fault for the predicament you two were in something I’m sure he wouldn’t complain about too much.

“Baby,” you looked back at him, feigning innocence, “let’s just talk about this.”

“Oh, I have something better in mind... By the time I’m done with you, there will be no question about who you belong to.”

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pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc · 4 years

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Do Something! - Xavier Plympton

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: swearing, gore, anxiety

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“The only way we’re getting out of this is if we split up.” Ray suggested. All four of us widened our eyes simultaneously.

“Split up? Are you fucking nuts? That’ll get us all killed faster!” I shouted, my hands on my hips.

“Well I don’t see anyone else jumping up with fucking ideas, do you?” He yelled back at me.

“Guys, stop yelling at each other! Y/N, I know you hate to hear it, but Ray’s right.” I rolled my eyes at Brooke; she’ll always side with a boy if it comes to it.

“We’re cornered right now, we don’t have many options. Jingles is out there, too, so maybe running in a huge group where he can pick us off might not be such a good idea.” She said.

“I think Brooke is right. Let’s split up. Y/N, you come with me and Brooke, and Ray you go with Rita. Look for everyone else, and if you can’t find them, double back to the cars, okay?” Chet spoke, surprisingly levelheaded in this intense situation. We all nodded and broke off into our groups.

We’d barely made it out of the cabin when we heard an eerily familiar voice.

“I told you I’d find you again, Satan’s path led me right to you.” The killer said. Brooke fell to the ground in her panic, looking back to me and Chet.

“Run!” She wailed, pointing to a trail heading into the woods. Chet looked to me and nodded, following me into the darkness. We ran for god knows how long with nothing chasing us, so we decided to stop and catch our breaths.

“Do you think Brooke’s okay?” I panted, leaning up against a thick branch. Chet stood a few feet away, hands on his knees as he swallowed air ferociously.

“She’ll be fine, that chick has a good survival instinct. We shou-” He was interrupted by a sound.

A terrifying sound I never hoped to hear:

Keys jingling.

We both stood straight up, paralyzed in terror. My heart rate sped up; I could practically feel it pounding in my chest.

I took off as fast as I could, hardly noticing the sound of Chet’s body hitting the ground behind me. I took a chance and glanced over my shoulder to see Mr Jingles only several steps away.

I yelped as my foot caught on a root, sending me hurtling to the forest floor. I slid backwards across the dirt, backing away as much as I could before I backed into a tree.

“P-please don’t hurt me, I-I haven’t done anything wrong!” I cried out, tears springing to my eyes.

Before I could say anything else, a scream followed by several twigs snapping was heard in the distance. I silently thanked whatever god was out there for the distraction.

Mr Jingles backed up and stared into the woods, making me think he would go after the noise. Instead, he quickly turned back to me and advanced rapidly towards me.

“N-no, what are you-” I screamed in agony as he brought his boot down on my ankle, all the bones crunching beneath his foot.

I tried to back away from the killer, but immense pain shot through my leg, rooting me to my spot. Thankfully, Jingles decided not to finish me off and walked off into the brush. I rested my head against the stump behind me, fading in and out of consciousness.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my screams of distress. I clawed at the hands grabbing me, and the quickly released me. I took another deep breath, preparing to yell for help, but a familiar face came out from behind the tree.

“Xavier? Oh my god, thank god you’re here!” I hugged him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N. Where’s everyone else?” He asked, eyes darting around the dark woods.

“The stalker caught up to Brooke, Ray and Rita ran off to try to find everyone, and me and Chet ran into Jingles.” I explained, trying to level my breathing.

“Let’s get out of here before one of them finds us. Maybe we can find Margaret and Bertie before we leave.” Xavier said, staring down at me. He looked at me for a second, head tilting in confusion. “Well come on, get up and come with me!”

“I can’t fucking walk, Xav! Jingles stomped the shit out of my fucking ankle, dumbass!” I tried to maintain a thoughtful volume, but sometimes his stupidity was impressive. His eyes widened in panic, resembling those of a cartoon character.

“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry! Here, I got you,” He bent over, looping a hand under my knees and around my shoulders, lifting me up into his arms. The sudden movement jolted my ankle, forcing a moan of pain from my throat. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Every step he took on the uneven ground bounced my foot up and down, causing little whimpers to bubble up from me.

Xavier kept apologizing as we walked, nearly every second word out of his mouth was some form of ‘sorry!’. We kept making our way towards the hope of running into any of the other counselors, but we were unlucky. We reached a clearing, stopping to catch our collective breaths when we heard it.

Two pairs of footsteps.

Coming from two different directions.

And a set of jingling keys.

I looked to Xavier with guidance, seeing his eyes wide as dinner plates. His head whipped around every which way, mapping out a place for us to hide. He managed to find a hollowed out tree, unfortunately only big enough for one body.

“Xavier, please don’t leave me. P-please don’t leave me, Xavier!” I whimpered into his neck, my tears soaking the skin there.

“Y/N, if you want both of us to make it out of here alive, I’m gonna need you to stay by yourself for a bit, okay?” He nodded reassuringly. I nodded begrudgingly, pulling myself from him and wedging into the hollowed out wood.

Xavier kept low, sliding away from me and slipping into a bush just within my field of vision. He was right, the tree was small, barely large enough to keep me standing. I tried to shift my weight onto the foot that hadn’t been mangled, but doing so made me let out an involuntary cry.

The world felt as if it had momentarily stopped spinning. Time was frozen still as I heard footsteps gaining on me. Everything moving so fast, yet so slow. In that moment, my life truly flashed before my eyes as I knew death was fast approaching.

I bit down on my hand, hot tears streaming down my face as I dared not to breathe. I looked to Xavier, his expression nearly mirroring mine.

Suddenly, I heard male voices shouting at each other, followed by grunts and knife slashes. I wanted so badly to peek out of my hiding to see what was happening, but I wasn’t sure if it was safe to come out yet.

Everything seemed to be blurring, the vivid colors of blue and green morphing into murky brown. I felt nothing, numb to the blood pouring from my shattered ankle, unaware of the fresh crimson seeping from my elbows and knees.

My leg gave out below me, the unforgiving ground quickly coming closer. But before I could crash down, I was pulled into Xavier’s arms. His gaze scanned me up and down, noticing my paled face and the cold sweat all over my body.

“Holy shit, you don’t look so good, babe.” He remarked bluntly. I groaned as he lifted me into his arms, looping mine weakly around his neck.

“Never felt better, actually.” I coughed, smiling tiredly. Xavier smiled a genuine, heartwarming smile, making my chest flutter.

“Even when the world tries to keep you down, you just keep getting back up, don’t you?” He remarked. “I’m gonna get us out of here, don’t you worry. We’re gonna get the fuck out of LA, move to San Fran or some shit. We’ll buy a huge mansion with a built in aerobics studio where I can teach lessons, and an art studio where you can paint. We’re gonna have a couple kids, and they’ll have grandkids, and we can grow old together, yeah?”

“We can put this whole fucking thing behind us, we don’t ever have to think of it anymore. I just need you to stay awake for me, okay baby?” Xavier nodded to me.

I was half passed out, but I heard every word clear as day. I’d wanted that with him for as long as I could remember, but truth be told I didn’t think he was the kind of guy to settle down so easily. What he’d just described was exactly what I wanted with him. All I ever wanted was a future with him.

But now, all I wished for was a future, and I didn’t even know if I’d get that.

“But I’m so tired, Xav, and it hurts so much.” I whined, my eyes fluttering shut.

“I know, I know, babe, I know it hurts. We’ll get you medical help as soon as we’re safe, I just need you to stay awake.” He reaffirmed, maneuvering through the brush.

“Just stay awake...”

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my first cody fern fic! i’m kinda proud of this, also it turned out longer than i thought it would. i actually like the ending for once, so i’m surprised.

feedback is always appreciated!

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shenevertricks1831 · 4 years

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Ok, so this quarantine has me going insane, BUT I just got a laptop and I'm down to write some! Now I just need some inspiration..so feel free to send me some blurb/one shot/headcanon requests!

Some info for requests below..

I will write smut, but I will not write anything with urine, feces, or vomit. I wrote mommy kink once before, but at this time since I'm not that familiar with it I won't be writing anymore for now.

Here's who all I'll write for at this moment....Cody Fern characters (including Michael Langdon, Duncan Shepherd, Xavier Plympton, & Jim Mason) and I'm trying my hand at some Bill Skarsgard characters (including Roman Godfrey, Axel Cluney, Gordon Merkel, Mickey & Mark)

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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More Than You Can Give Me (Teaser):

Duncan Shepherd+Cam-Girl! Reader.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I know that this is low key a bit... late, but lately I haven’t felt in a good headspace, plus I was desperately working onto “kinktober”, so I got a bit busy, but I am finally back with these two and I just wanted you to know that after this there’ll be one more chapter!

In the meanwhile, if you are curious about this story or want to reread the first chapter, you might find it here!

(Also thank you guys for 200+ notes, THEY LITERALLY MEANS THE WORLD TO ME! I am glad that my stories are apppreciated, mostrly this one, which I was very insecure about!).

The new chapter will be out this Sunday, and if you want to be tagged, just like this post and you’ll be added to its taglist (if you were tagged in the first chapter and don’t want to be tagged anymore, just let me know!).

Hope I’ll see you on Sunday!

Much love!

-Heco Hansen

WARNINGS: Angst, Infedelity, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Unprotected Sex (you know the drill bitches, wrap it up, please, I am saying this with my big mother heart all open for you), Virtual Realtionship, Cam-World, Slut-Shaming, Mention of Anxiety and Stress, DDLG Themes, Porn, Daddy Kink.

There she managed to quickly get an ahold of DCDS’ latest messages, more precisely two: “good morning, beautiful” “how is your day? Are we still on for tonight’s live-chat” and both of them had been sent over a few hours before, enough for her to start panicking pretty badly.

Her anxiety mostly acted up in social situations such as the one she was going through that day, since she was constantly worried of constantly disappointing him.

(And people in general).

She quickly answered that her day was nice, and she said that she hadn’t wanted to ignore him, just had an emergency coming up and knew perfectly well how to make him forgive her.

She was low key glad that she had chosen a dress for that day, needing just to push the skirt up, and lower her tights, revealing her pretty red panties, a complex set of knots and strands hiding the most intimate parts but it was teasing enough to leave a bit to be seen and the rest for his imagination.

“Have a nice day, too, daddy” she added to the picture, before she came back, fixing her appearance, hoping that Duncan hadn’t thought she had been gone for too much.

But as she moved to sit back in the chair, Duncan didn’t seem to even notice her, engrossed by his phone, this time definitely much more satisfied and he blushed a bit when he realized she was in front of him, shaking his head and calming himself, drinking water.

“I have ordered for us, both, by the way” he tried to push the attention away from him, but she simply just smirked at him “… it’s my girlfriend, we are in a long-distance relationship, and it isn’t easy”.

She couldn’t help but “aww” a bit although she felt a bit heartbroken that such a man like him was taken.

The girl with whom he was so taken, must be truly lucky.

“I low key get it” she mumbled, because sometimes her relationship with DCDS felt like a long-distance relationship.

… even if theirs wasn’t a relationship.

“Your boyfriend must be a lucky man” praised her Duncan, making her blush lightly, and was thankfully interrupted by the waiter with their food and she was able to move the conversation onto food, Duncan even going as far as to spoon-feed her some of his food as a joke.

When she returned to work, she couldn’t help but have a happier step, saluting Duncan and thanking him for the nice meal, which he had paid for each of the interns he had gotten to join him.

He had forgone his phone and his girlfriend for the rest of lunch, but as soon as they were both back in the office, she saw him quickly open the phone, smirking all happy to himself.

Her peace was deeply destroyed by Carla’s even more demanding requests, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit even more cherished when DCDS answered her teasing message with a quick smirk and a show of his elegant tailored pants showcasing a big bulge in them, which looked familiar, but she was sure that she had just seen them on Pinterest, on her “rich men” pinboard.

“Be nice, sweetie” he suggested her, before another message hit her, and although she believed that her day couldn’t get bad she soon discovered that it could “… about tonight live, I think that I might need a bit of time off, an emergency came up”.

She couldn’t help but be disappointed, not only because she didn’t have a chance to spend some time with him anymore, but also because it seemed fake: she, herself, had justified her absence with an emergency, and the fact that he had used the same excuse didn’t seem convincing enough for her.

It almost seemed as a revenge for her lateness in replying.

And anxiety came back, coursing through her veins.

She was extremely thankful that she was able to leave work early because also Carla realized that she wasn’t useful anymore (she was sure that Duncan had hinted to his colleague about her needing some sleep).

She tried to keep up the conversation, asking DCDS if she had done something wrong.

“Hey, no, lovely, don’t get your pretty head worried, it’s a very personal emergency and I don’t want to worry you” he replied in a minute, before going off the camming channel, and she was just able to wish him goodnight, suggesting that they could settle up a new day, but getting no response.

Gym was helpful to get her mind off the entire thing, alongside meeting up with an old friend to the cinema, since her night schedule was cleared, but the feeling that she had didn’t lessen or go away, it was almost as if they had gone through a couple fight, although they hadn’t…

… and they weren’t a couple.

He was allowed to have his dark and shadowy moments.

(But he usually shared them with her).

And she couldn’t feel responsible for them.

She wasn’t a fucking charity.

Neither his girlfriend.

But still she didn’t feel comfortable going to sleep, without his “good night”.

How would it all feel once she was off this world and didn’t £chat” with him anymore.

Would it hurt more and less than it already did?

She pushed away the thought.

Just for that night she would dream a bit more about the fantasy that they could be together, for more than a video-chat.

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kaetastic · 5 years

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MOVIE NIGHT

pairing: Xavier X Reader

summary: Camp Redwood arranged an outdoor movie night, if only they knew what the two of the counsellors were doing.

word count: 1k+

warning: Smut, Dirty Talk, Oral (f receiving), Unprotected sex,

note: I can’t believe how many Xavier smuts there are (it’s like witnessing a live birth) already, he’s gonna be L O V E D ✨❤️ i wanted to do this with jdm but like whateva, this is so bad lmao.

The chirping of crickets created a soft melody as breezing of the cold air rustled the leaves of the trees. The little figures of children cuddled up onto one another in blankets, shivering at the freezing wind; goosebumps running down their arms as they tried to focus on the movie.

Since it was majorly kids, the counsellors felt it was only right to play an enjoyable movie for them. After the movie E.T the Extra Terrestrial had finished, half of them had already fallen asleep on their bright coloured bean bags (a handful slept on picnic blankets). While some requested staffs to accompany them back to their cabin as the fear of the dark woods creeps them. And currently, it was midway of the movie, Back To The Future, and already 3/4 passed out. Only a few managed to keep their eyes peeled open, rubbing the dry orbs as their fingers tried to keep it wide open; wanting to know the ending of the movie.

The counsellors who bet on one another, to see who would last the longest to stay awake- all dead asleep. Deafening snores erupting from their gaped open mouths as their heads rolled around in random angles; possibly too far in their dreams to be bothered about their seats even though it was an uncomfortable hard wooden chair.

Although the majority betted on Kelsy (who?), who started off with a whole lot of tenacity and confidence- she was the first to snooze off. Money was passed behind her back before they all too slept like babies. So it wouldn’t make sense to why you sat at the back, wide awake with your bare legs spread open for the blonde-haired guy, whose hair was held back with a headband.

“Shh...,” Xavier nuzzled his nose on your cheeks, his minty breath intoxicating you. “You don’t want them waking up, do you?”

Head thrown back, you stared at the dark sky as breathless moans echo out of your lips. He pressed soft and inadequate kisses onto the column of your neck in random pathways. An open mouth kiss under your ears made you shiver at the sensitive spot. Snaking an arm behind your waist, he rested it onto your left thigh- pulling it away as his other elbow nudged your right thigh; making sure your legs didn’t close, as he wanted to see you make a mess for him. But his eyes rested on your face, ecstatic to see you writhe under him.

Inserting another finger, you gasped as he thrusted in deeper but at a leisurely pace, he wears a smirk when you whined- bucking your hips for more pressure. But it doesn’t faze him, going at the same speed- your hands gripped his hair as he presses his palm against your clit. Circling his palms, he rubs it up and down; loving it when you fall apart.

“You love this, don’t you? With all these people in front of us, asleep- while I’m fingering you.” He mumbled, pumping his fingers in and out of your heated slick- the slushing sound echoing. Your legs twitched and trembled, shaking at the pleasure that rippled throughout it. Curling his fingers, you gasped as your toes curled, back arching. His slender fingers dragged across your inner walls. A soft sigh escaping his lips when your walls clenched around his digits.

Absence of his skilful fingers left your whole body tense, eyebrows furrowed with anger roaring in your eyes, “What’re you doing?” You whispered-shouted. Before he could answer, his fingers frantically trying their best to unclasp his belt; slaps of the leather nearly ruining the moment. A frustrated sigh left your lips, eyes shut tight from irritation as he did not finish what he started. After struggling slightly, he finally managed to unlock it. Hovering above the seat, he pushed his pants down- which slacked around his ankles, plopping onto the chair.

With no warning, he tugged you to sit on his lap- your back facing his as your eyes rested on the huge screen. Your dripping core brushing against his tent, the frustration crumbling away as his hands gripped your waist pushing you down to grind on his prominent tent, “Fuck...” He groaned when he glanced down to see your essence soaking through his briefs, the splotch of a mess didn’t make you blush.

Halting you from continuing, he tugged his boxers down. A sigh of relief escaping his lips as it has been freed from the tight and suffocating confinement of the trunks. His cock resting on your ass. Rubbing his erection with his wet hand, he watched as his fingers that were covered and dripping with you, coat his tall-standing dick.

One hand on your waist, the other holding his cock, he pushed you down- eyes twitching when your walls wrapped around him perfectly. He slid all the way, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. Your hand laid on his that gripped your waist tightly, clenching on it. His hands slid under your shirt, understanding the signal as he tugged your bra down, hands quickly finding warmth as it kneads your mounds. Urging you to move, he laid back- watching as you bounced on his shaft, licking his dry lips as his cock disappears and reappears, wetter every time it was exposed to the air. Your head was thrown back, resting on his shoulders, mouth gaped open as you breathlessly breathed out when he snapped his hips, his thrusts seemed to speed up. Sound of skin slapping was prominent but everyone seemed to find their way to sleep. Not wanting to make a noise, you stuffed your mouth with your forearm, biting on it with a hiss of pain.

Like a tensed string that has been stretched out too far, it snapped as you released onto him. Your wetness cascading down his shaft, he pushed you to stand- knees bent, a grunt left his lips as he watched your pussy smeared with your own essence. He thrusted in deeper, the relentless pace slowing down to lazy snaps. Before he too, came. Darkness engulfed the area as the screen turns black, the movie ends. He sighed on the nape of your neck in relief and content, loving when your walls would clench randomly around his shaft; warming it.

And not too far was a faint glow of light that seemed to approach the perimeter, soon accompanied by few others, “Shit.” You both muttered, scrambling to put on the clothes. And shit was right.

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michealsheep · 5 years

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Interview

(Outpost!) Micheal Langdon x Reader

Word count : 4.1k

Warnings : Nsfw Implications, light cussing?

@sojournmichael ( I did it :) )

She was going to be late, again; the anxiety swirling her mind froze as her heel skimmed the edge of a missed step halfway down the staircase. Her plum dress wrapping around her legs, as she tumbled towards the ground. Her landing was less than graceful, a scandalizing position is what her body decided to see fit.

Her mind was swirling with nausea, She couldn’t even register the rude off-hand comment Gallent made. All she could understand was the cold, shrieking laughter of her fellow bunkmates. Slowly grabbing onto to the guard rail, she put her weight onto it until she could stand straight.

Pretending to no longer be disoriented, she took her seat. Ignoring the piercing stare of man, who held her salvation in her hands. When she no longer felt the intensity of everything that is him, she saw him gazing at everyone before making an announcement.

His plump lips look so luscious, it should be sinful. Then again the way she craved him, and was intoxicated by his voice was sinful. “L/N Shall be my last interview for the night. After dinner I expect you in my quarters.”

His eyes bore into hers, after a few seconds of intense eye-contact, he sauntered off to do god knows what. Her stomach tensed at being in the same room as him. Though it could be the hunger. Ignoring everyone’s questions, she ate her transparent nutrition slab in silence. After wiping her mouth, she stood up.

“Good luck, you’ll need it.” She couldn't decipher who said that, the nerves and her headache over taking her senses. Hiking up her dress, she poised herself. This time taking the stairs with grace, and confidence.

Knocking at his door would be an entirely different breed of challenge. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She knocked twice, hesitant to do it a third time, she brought her hand down.

“Come in.” His voice was so sultry, and demanding. She couldn’t help but imagine him taking her. Ravaging her like some sort of feral lust filled beast. Mentally waving those thoughts away she opened his doors, shutting it behind her. She stood there waiting for his next order.

“ Come sit, I don't bite. “ She walked closer to his desk, her legs shook with anticipation. ‘Fuck, I can only imagine what you do with your mouth.’ His smirk seemed to only grow, she wondered if perhaps she said those lust filled thoughts aloud, if she did he certainly didn't respond.

“I’ve read your file, you seem boring. Not enough excitement on paper for me. Tell me, have you done anything noteworthy?” His condescending, and cold tone shook her to her core. Subtly, or rather what she thought was subtly she rubbed her thighs together.

Sadly this only seemed to make her ache grow. Ignoring it she swallowed. Deciding if she wanted to tell him her dark secrets, the words between the lines. Licking her suddenly dry lips she spoke. “Some of my..my files were removed. How many wonders, rich parents will do to make sure their legacy wasn't tarnished. Or what cops would do for a good pay.”

She looked at him for any hint, of emotion. Anything, but he seemed only lost in thought. Being so close to him, she could see how truly magnificent he was. She never thought about a man, or women as anything but an annoyance.

But for some reason, this sadistic savior of hers was so alluring. He inhaled sharply. “You know, I can smell it. That painful ache between your thighs, the saccharine dripping from your cunt. You try to hide so hard, but you aren't as subtle as you think.”

His blunt way of speaking, just made her yearn for him more. To wonder how intense a fuck he could be, or was he gentle? So many dirty thoughts ran through her head. She didn't even realize he stood up, and walked over to her. Cupping her jaw roughly he spoke again. “I’ve always wondered what a uptight bitch, like yourself would taste like.”

She held her breath, as he dragged his hand down her neck, to her collarbone, tracing over the valley and curves of her breasts. His rings glimmered and reflected the fire blazing beside them.

She watched his already partly lust filled gaze, become consumed by a feral intensity. Her lips parted, she was already slightly panting.

“Care to find out?”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 5 years

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Soulmate

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Y/N accompanies Michael on his visit to Outpost 3, as his wife, only to find that jealousy strikes her.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, time jumps (***), swearing

REQUESTED BY - ANON

“ Idk if request are open but can I get one where you and Michael are married and you go with him to the outpost and y/n gets jealous during his interview with Mallory omg could you do this? (: ”

Being married to the Antichrist wasn’t all bad as it would seem. In fact, Michael, was most possibly the most loving and devoted man you’d ever met. Which overtime, had become the reason why you’d married him.

You’d met Michael in your youth, only to have him disappear from your life in an instance. He’d become your best friend, so it pained you deeply to find that he’d left you, after transferring schools. During that lonesome period, going year by year in school straight through to graduation, you’d realised that no one had ever replaced who Michael was to you...

In that since Michael, you’d never allowed yourself to open up nor to blossom as close and as intimate as you had with Michael.

And yet, a part of you, what feared you most was that Michael had find another, seeked for that sort of intimacy in another, without any doubt nor any hesitation.

And because during that time, since you had mindlessly walked into Michael, him insisting to help you with the boxes, welcoming you to the neighbourhood, has you both instantly befriended one another. Yet you had been too afraid, and too careless with the time that you had, to admit to him how you’d grown to love him.

And that was to be your biggest regret…

That was, until divine intervention ascended into your life. It had been years since you’d last seen or ever spoke to Michael. You were now in college, trying to complete a degree, secure a job to make ends meet. It was only when, on a fine Tuesday morning, on your way to your campus was it where now Michael had run into you.

He looked incredibly unrecognisable, upon him stumbling across you, you hastily apologising had you not at first recognised him: his hair had grown in length, his features had matured although his appearance looked as though he’d went through hell. Though it was his eyes, that remained same, untouched by time.

“Y/N…”

You were in utter disbelief, you couldn’t find the power to speak. You stood there, teary eyed, mouth slightly agape in silence, perplexed that it truly was Michael standing before you.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s Michael, you remember?”

His hands instantly reached over to grip your arms, shaking you ever so slightly, desperate for you to recognise him.

“M-Michael.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed, relief gushing through him, as he instantly embraced you in a tight, overdue hug.

His reaction to seeing you again had taken you by surprise, although you didn’t hesitate once to return the favour: your arms wrapping around him, unfretted by the thought that this could all simply be a figment of your imagination.

“I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so so much, Y/N…I-”

“I know, Michael…So have I.”

As silence fell between you two, it was comforting to know that nothing had changed. As you stared into each other longingly, smiling ever so sheepishly to see Michael, you instantly began to reminisce your unfeigned memories with Michael.

“You look beautiful, beautiful as ever.”

His eyes scanning your every inch, from head to toe taking a deep breath in as he did, as though he’d been taken away at how much you’d changed.

“And you, you’ve changed incredibly, Michael, just look at you-”

Just as you had, many times before, your hand instinctively stretched over, caressing his cheek: it was your way of comforting him, whenever he was upset or angered…He always sought for you, knowing it was only ever you, who could ease him and his misery.

“But what on Earth happened to you? You look like you haven’t been fed or showered in days…Let me take you back to my apartment, I’ll get you all sorted.”

Your hand now gesturing for his, as he without a second to spare, reached back for yours: the familiar grip was all too promising to know what was to come…

***

And now, post-Apocalypse, travelling from Outpost to Outpost, with your husband, you were the wife to the Antichrist.

You’d loved Michael like no other, and since your past experiences, your past mistakes, you weren’t willing to say decline his proposal. You didn’t have it in yourself to say no to live out the rest of your life beside your best friend, your soulmate. It was impossible for you to have even thought of the possibility.

And so, Outpost 3 was now where you’d spent your days, awaiting for Michael to seek out candidates or more so those willing to bow before him as their Lord and Saviour, to accompany you both back to your home, the Sanctuary.

A few days had passed, and Michael was still interviewing the residence of Outpost 3. He’d instructed you that it would be best for him to conduct the examinations alone, seeing as how he feared that those desperate to secure a spot, would attack you as means of threatening him: which you knew was impossible, though he wasn’t willing to risk his chances.

So you found yourself lonesome, majority of the time: wandering through the Outpost, guarded off course, by a specific personnel of a woman under the name of Ms Mead. She was a strict individual, stern indeed although you both hardly spoke to one another, so it felt like no one was with you at all.

It was coming towards the end of the evening, and you knew that Michael would be free from the interviews for another night: wanting nothing more than to seek the loving company of your husband.

“I think I’m going to head off now, I’ll see if Michael’s done for the day. You can return to Miss Venable. Goodnight Ms Mead”

‘I can’t allow you to. He’s still in an interview.”

Instantly, almost as though it was instinct, she grabbed your arm ever so tightly, preventing you from returning to Michael. Staring down at her grip, you were completely puzzled: it was the first time she’d ever resisted your order, yet most of all, it confused you most, trying to understand how exactly she’d known that Michael was still occupied. Her entire day was spent beside you, away from Michael.

“Ms Mead, and how exactly do you know that?”

It seemed as though she’d lost consciousness of her surroundings, only to see her slightly shake her head, as she moved her gaze from you unto her firmly gripping hand.

“I-I don’t know., b-but you c-can’t, I won’t-”

Immediately, you withdrew your arm away from her, and bolted for Michael, leaving Ms Mead abruptly: you were afraid and were in desperate need to seek your husband out.

Rushing up the stairs, as you’d pulled your dress above your feet, not wanting to trip over, had you continued to run towards his room. Without the manners to knock, due to the adrenaline, did you slide open the doors.

Your heart sank to your stomach, your eyes widened in horror. You were speechless, and had become senseless of yourself: you couldn’t find it within yourself to move nor to speak.

Both Michael and Mallory, in sync snapped their heads towards the opened door to your figure in the distance. Michael immediately stood, taking a step closer to you, only to have caused you to take one back.

“Y/N, sweetie, it-it’s not what it looks like.”

Tearing your attention from Michael to Mallory, you found that despite her looking somewhat terrified, you were revolted by her sheer sight. And immediately you rushed back to your room, hearing Michael’s heavy footsteps powering from behind, before shutting the door completely in his face.

Hearing the sound of the door locking, he knew that was when you needed space, so he’d dared not to conjure his magic to unlock it: not wanting to distress you anymore. Facing its dark wooden exterior, walking back from it before your legs hit the mattress of the bed, causing you to seat yourself, you felt the hot tears stream past your cheeks.

“Y/N, baby, it wasn’t at all what you thought. I swear to you, on my life and on Satan, that it wasn’t that. Please, baby, just open the door for me, let me explain”

“Get the fuck away from me, Michael!”

“Y/N, baby please. My love, I-”

“Just leave!” The rage imminent in your tone, feeling the frustration taking its toll on you, Michael felt silent, and his heavy pounding against its frame came to a halt.

You didn’t hear any footsteps, just sheer silence. You knew he remained still behind the door, as his shadow stood still beneath the creak of the door in the dim light.

You tried with every fibre in your body, trying best to suppress your cries, when you could no longer bear it.

Sobbing ever so loudly, before your hands reached over, covering your mouth, as your sobs became all muffled.

Looking back down to the creak, you’d noticed that Michael was becoming restless, ever so desperate to get inside, as you studied how his shadow paced from one end to the other by the door. Pacing himself up and down, trying to distract himself from your cries, before he could no longer take in the guilt.

“Y/N, please.”

Hopelessly yearning for you, you couldn’t stand to see his face, fearing that it would instantly trigger you to remember the sight of Michael knelt down before Mallory: one hand clasped around her knee as the other caressed her cheek. It pained you so much to see that Michael was ever even that close, that intimate with another, knowing well enough that he was a reserved man.

He must’ve been prideful enough to disregard your marriage like that.

“Y/N, baby, please.”

You knew that no matter how many times you’d shut, or resist his pleas, he simply just wouldn’t leave.

Your eyes now swollen and red, as you wiped them dry, trying to cover up the hurt, did you allow for Michael to enter your joint room.

By the wave of his hand, the door flung open with ease, and immediately his figure bolted over towards you. He knelt down before you, as his hands tightly gripped your thighs, his rings embedding an imprint through the fabric into your skin. Your eyes immediately fixated unto the floor, knowing that by locking stares, you simply would just burst into tears.

“Y/N, baby, I’m sorry about what you saw. I-I promise you on my life, that it wasn’t at all what you are thinking. I was trying to interrogate her, to intimidate her, and my approach escalated. Baby, I swear I’m sorry.”

“How could you even be okay in doing that, Michael, knowing you’re a married man?”

You’d grown agitated almost instantly, as he bounded over towards you: snapping your head away from his direction. Looking at the familiar fave of your husband, was what you’d least wanted from now. He was lucky to even have the chance to talk, without you exiling him from the room.

“Baby-”

His hand reached over instantly, his finger wiping away a tear before it ran completely past your cheek. Still his hand remained their, caressing your swollen cheeks, as your sobs began to lessen, as you quickly glanced up at him, witnessing his eyes swell, a small tear trickling down.

“It was a terrible approach to the interview. I was trying to obtain as much information, there was something about her that concerned me… I never meant for you to get hurt, Y/N, I hate seeing you like this, you know that.”

“M-Michael, I just need some time-”

“No, Y/N, please. I can’t bear to leave you in this state, knowing I caused you to cry. I just can’t. I lost you once, and I couldn’t bear it, and I won’t lose you again. You know that, Y/N.”

“Clearly, gaining more followers is much of an excuse to disrespect me as your wife.”

Your eyes finally giving into his, as his hand moved your chin slightly up, encouraging you to peak, only caused the anger to return.

“Y/N, you know that’s not true, don’t you ever say that… I married you because I loved you like no other. Remember what I said, do you remember my vows”

His hands held yours ever so tenderly, shaking them slightly, as he remained persistent to resolve the issue.

“I vow to make my life forever yours’ and that if any person from here, chooses to hurt, pain or cause harm to my wife, I shall kill? Y/N I’d rather choose to kill myself before I could ever watch you cry knowing it was because of me… I love you so much.”

Tearing your attention from the hand holding to his face, the rage, the infuriation and the pain had left.

You saw your husband.

“You promise, that things from now on with these interviews won’t ever get as out of hand?”

“Of course, beautiful.”

“And you promise, Michael, that you stay true to your word, that your life is forever mine, as mine is yours?”

“I wouldn’t even dare to think otherwise… I promise, Y/N.”

Raising himself up, his hands pulling you to stand with him, feeling his lips smother against yours, you felt how desperate he was to make up, how desperate he was to retrieve his wife and your trust.

And the kiss had sealed the deal, or more so his promises and his vows.

His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you in subtly closer to his, as his lips parted slightly, smirking against your lips.

You felt the sincerity in Michael, having grown accustomed to his habits and his tendencies: you were the one person he could never deceive, manipulate nor lie to.

“You were the one who gave purpose to my life, Y/N...And I can be certain of that, forever.”

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I want slow stoned sex with Xavier on the floor of his van is that too much to ask

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Inevitable - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N is the only one who refuses to believe Michael’s changing for the better after accepting Cordelia’s offer to join her and the coven. Her being the only one who won’t give him attention then, sparks a desire in Michael for her.

Warnings: Dominant! Michael, sexual tension, swearing, rough play, rough smut (spanking, choking, hair-pulling), swearing, dirty talk

A/N: Thank you for reading this if you do! <33 I hope it’s not too cringe, still trying to master the writing of smut loll.

Tagged: @rocketgirl2410

Never before had Y/N felt such disapproval and repulsion from a choice of her Supreme Cordelia, until now. Cordelia was usually so wise, so insightful and so intelligent in her decisions and plans.

This seemed to go out the window as she clearly fell for Michael Langdon’s sad boy act. Actually offering to bring this epitome of evil into the very place where he could annihilate any and all of the witches in an instant if he wanted. Cordelia was a fool for inviting Michael to their home to find his so called “humanity,” as if the son of satan actually had an ounce of empathy or compassion in him.

Y/N had been at Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies for a few years, coming further along the fastest than any of Cordelia’s students before. She was still in the process of learning and expanding her powers, but she definitely had a higher position at the school alongside with Zoe and Queenie, other members of Cordelia’s counsel.

Zoe and Queenie supported Cordelia in her proposal to have Michael join their coven. It completely threw Y/N off guard, as she couldn’t believe that some of the smartest women in her life were behaving so foolishly and dumb. The level of stupidity they seemed to be exhibiting needed to be studied.

“He’s the antichrist for goodness sake’s, and you’re practically giving him permission to kill us all in our sleep! He’s going to destroy all of us when we least expect it. We can not be this imprudent!” Y/N argued everyone as the discussion took place for Michael to come to the coven. “There’s humanity in him,” Cordelia defends. “If he joins us, maybe we can find it.” “Key word being, ‘maybe.’ Cordelia, you know I respect and support everything you do, but this is unbelievably reckless and idiotic. He’s the antichrist. Have you forgotten this?” Y/N threw her hands in the air, trying to make sense of the situation that was actually happening. “Everyone deserves a second chance,” Cordelia faintly smiles. “Cordelia’s right,” Zoe interjects. “Maybe we can stop Cordelia’s visions of the world’s end through this.” Y/N shook her head, finding everything they said absurd. Looking at Queenie for some backup hopefully, even Queenie agreed. “I trust Cordelia. We want the evil right under our nose so we can keep watch, right?”

Since being overruled, Y/N has remained respectful though quiet of Cordelia’s decision, but deep down remained on edge, cautious and completely disappointed in her Supreme. There was no way this Michael Langdon could change for the better due to some TLC.

The day Michael showed at the school, Cordelia introduced him to the witches in a house meeting, as if he were a new student, and explained to everyone the situation that there is always hope, even in the face of evil.

Everyone stood or sat around in the room, listening to Cordelia carefully as she spoke and smiled over Michael’s presence. The girl’s followed in suit, crowding around him in an effort to make him feel welcome. But Y/N stayed back with Myrtle, who seemed to be her only ally.

“You don’t really think this is a good idea, do you,” Y/N asked Myrtle with crossed arms. “You know this is stupid, right?” Myrtle sucked in a breath after removing her lips from the cigarette she held. “We may not understand her logic, but Delia has always had a way of knowing where her choices lead her and the coven. She didn’t become the Supreme for her recklessness.” “She may not be Supreme for long if this antichrist actually lives under our roof.” “Bite your tongue, darling,” the soft-spoken woman pointed to Y/N. “We need to trust in her. Don’t be a hater, dear,” she added, walking forward to greet with the boy.

Remaining impassive and unmoved, Y/N stood in the back of the room, watching the girls surround Michael as he timidly smiled and talked to his new “family.” She studied him carefully, overlooking him with narrowed eyes.

Michael stood around in his old Hawthorne’s suit and tie, soft blond locks flowing around his head just above his shoulders. She could see the piercing blue eyes from where she stood, seeing as they flickered around at each new face, looking to be overwhelmed and hesitant as he met everyone.

She hadn’t gone with Cordelia, Zoe and Myrtle to the Hawthorne school when the meeting over the Seven Wonders was requested. She stayed to overrun and overlook the coven while they were gone.

Seeing this Michael Langdon for the first time had her stomach tossing and turning, from disgust she assumed, knowing there would be no way any other feeling would result in her.

She couldn’t deny the boy was fit, standing tall and lean, a hidden confidence showing from him. But his looks weren’t going to distract or have her giving him sympathy like it had to Cordelia, and now, everyone else. If everyone else was going to fall for this sad boy act, so be it. But she wasn’t going to be one of them.

~~~

The first few days with Michael’s newly presence had Y/N weary and suspicious, but acting as she would otherwise. Teaching her classes (which Michael now attended), going over incantations, spells, offering tips and bits of advice to the girls. She simply just acted like Michael wasn’t there.

She was aware of his presence, of course always keeping a subtle eye on him to make sure he wasn’t going to suddenly expose his ulterior motives that she knew he had to have. But at the same time, ignored him completely.

As if it mattered anyway.

Michael was no stranger to feeling alone as the following weeks continued to pass. The girls at the coven graciously accepted him into their home. Offering their own bits of advice and “tutoring” skills to him, like he really needed it. He had already performed the Seven Wonders test. Why are earth he had to be present in each class, Y/N didn’t know, but she hadn’t understood any of Cordelia’s decisions as of late.

Y/N saw the growth in Michael, easily. From a timid, apprehensive stance in the beginning when he first arrived, to a sultry, cocky attitude. The dismay she felt in her sisters as they all seemed to fall to Michael’s feet, batting their eyelashes, giving too friendly smiles and too try-hard giggles, was sickening. This safe haven of a coven was turning into a mess.

Everyone was hesitant and careful in the beginning with Michael too, knowing who he was and where he came from. But it was all forgotten as soon as that little prick smiled, seeming to melt everyone’s hearts around him.

She didn’t understand it. He was the antichrist for a reason, and it was all ignored as soon as he simply breathed in their direction. Sure he was civil and friendly with everyone, but the charm he laid out, how enticing he became, it was like she was watching him lay traps out for everyone and smirked as he caught them all without lifting a finger.

Everyone could be problematic and fall for his stupid captivating blue eyes and perfectly plump, pink lips that grinned in a way that had Y/N’s heart dropping each time she saw the corners of his mouth raise if they wanted. But she knew who he was deep down, and that wasn’t going to change with the coven’s affection and newfound care for this figure of evil.

As long as she didn’t have to deal and interact with him, but could keep a watchful eye out for everyone, she figured everything would be okay. She’d continue to keep her guard up with him, but could go along with her life as normal otherwise.

But this wasn’t sitting well with Michael. From the very first day, he sensed the hesitation and aversion in her for him. He knew it was probably because of who he is and what he had done. Everyone would be careful with him of course understandably, but they all warmed up to him within a few weeks as he showed progress and potential in being better.

Everyone but her. Y/N.

And it made him furious.

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The angered words, “What is your problem with me,” fall from Michael’s mouth as he tries to maintain a calm demeanor as he follows Y/N up the stairs of the double staircase towards the hallway that leads to her room. “Who said I have a problem with you,” Y/N answers back deadpan to Michael, not bothering to look back at him as she walks up the steps. “I know you do,” Michael starts. Y/N doesn’t care to say anything else, just continues to walk up the steps and down the hall towards her room so she can ultimately create distance between her and him. Michael persists behind her as she walks down the hall. He feels the annoyance boiling in him as he speaks to her, even if the conversation has just started. He feels completely ignored from her lack of prominent interest and attention to him. No eye contact, no emotion to her tone, a cold-shouldered type of vibe coming from her, and he hates it. “Hello? I’m speaking to you,” Michael glares. “I just told you I couldn’t go over a spell, that’s all. I have other things to attend to, don’t be so dramatic,” Y/N explains, stopping at her room door and turning to Michael who stands before her. Y/N had just been in the kitchen with a newly young student and was going over a Pyrokinesis spell with her to get started on gaining control of her powers. Michael witnessed this, and as the girl left, Michael had asked Y/N if she could go over and teach the spell to him as well. It had immediately become the longest conversation they had had since his arrival and Y/N was already tired of it. So she blew him off, saying she had to get going, and simply left with that. But Michael was refusing to accept her rejection. “Really, other things? Such as?” Michael knew she was bluffing and making up lies to get out of even wanting to speak with him any longer. He’d had it with her and was ready to face the truth from her on why she seemed so intent on ignoring his existence. “Is it really any of your business,” Y/N crosses her arms. “You don’t need to learn a new spell anyway. You know how to generate and control fire all on your own considering your.. abilities,” she looks at him with a bit disgust. “Considering my ‘abilities.’ What is that supposed to mean?” Michael narrows his eyes. “Exactly how it sounds,” Y/N answers impassively and turns, opening her door and walking in. She tries to close the door behind her, but Michael pushes it open, inviting himself in and closing her bedroom door after. “Get out of my room,” she demands as he stands before her in bedroom, eyes glaring at him. “Not until you explain what the hell I did to you,” Michael states. “What does that mean,” Y/N asks. “It means, ever since my first day here, you’ve acted as if I don’t exist, treated me like I’m not even here.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “You never call on me in class,” he points, “you don’t offer me any advice, you haven’t even had a decent conversation with me unless you count when we pass each other in the hallway and you give a fake as fuck smile when I say hello to you,” Michael explains, fists tightening by his sides. Y/N laughs a bit to herself and crosses her arms. “You think this is funny?” Michael glares. “I’m just amused,” Y/N explains. “You have plenty of ‘friends’ here, why does it matter if I’m one of them?” “You act like I don’t exist,” Michael calls. “Who cares? You’re seriously this concerned over a lack of attention from me? You have endless attention from any of the girls downstairs.” “I’d just like to receive a little bit of human decency from you,” Michael states. “Human decency?” Y/N raises her eyes. “You’re kidding me, right?” “Why would I be kidding?” He steps over to her. “You think I enjoy being ignored by you constantly?” “Seriously? Get a grip and grow up,” she drops her arms by her sides. “You have all the girl’s here fawning over you, giving any and all of the recognition and admiration you need,” she waves off. “And what is that supposed to mean,” Michael narrows his eyes. “Oh please, I see how everyone flirts with you. Laughing too hard at your jokes and sarcastic remarks, fluttering their eyes at you and speaking in compliments and flattery.” Michael lets out a small laugh. “You think this is funny, now?” Y/N glares. “I think I’m impressed,” Michael grins. She scoffs at his words. “You’ve clearly paid more attention to me than I thought you did.” Y/N narrows her eyes and crosses her arms again. “You’ve noticed all the female attention and praise I get around here more than I thought. I figured you were too busy with everyone else to give me the time of day, but clearly, you do pay attention to me,” he smirks. Y/N lets out an annoyed “hmp,” grinning frustratingly. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Y/N starts. “’Get her a bit riled up, that’ll show her and get her to admit some kind of...’ what?” She mocks. “Attraction and admiration for you?” Michael half shrugs, his hands clasping behind his back. “You’re the one that followed me all the way up to my room, demanding to know why I won’t give you some attention. You’re the one that’s concerned over the fact that I’m not worshiping you at your feet like everyone else here is, and you have the audacity to spin it back on me?” Michael with a smug expression, steps closer to her again, “Trust me, you’ll be on your knees for me sooner than you think.” Y/N glares, “You wish. Now get the fuck out of my room.” “No. I’m not done talking about this.” “Well I am, and I want you out. Now,” she states, pointing to her door. “It doesn’t work that way,” he tilts his head to the side a big, grinning lightly. “It does in this house. You’re not the fucking king, alpha or even the Supreme here,” she starts, taking a step toward him. “You’re beneath all of us, you will never be at any of our levels, no matter who your father is,” Y/N calls. “You better watch who you’re talking to,” Michael informs, anger registering on his face. “Or what? You gonna hurt me? Kill me?” She fake gasps. “Show everyone here that you are exactly who you’re supposed to be?” Michael glares more towards her. “You’re just a weak, scared little boy who craves appraisal and adoration from any and everyone,” Y/N taunts, “but then goes crying to his daddy when he doesn’t get his way.” Michael still glaring, reaches over with just a bit of space between them and grips her throat with a hand, forcing her to look at him, staring directly into those enticing blue eyes of his. Her hands grab around Michael’s hand on her, eyes widening a bit from the sudden touch. “I’d fucking apologize and cooperate with me if I were you. You’ll regret it if you don’t. The last thing you want to do is to be speaking to me the way you are,” Michael seethes, letting go of her throat with a harsh shove. Y/N looks at him with wide eyes, eyeing him with disgust. But then she suddenly begins to laugh. He raises his eyes with vexation. “You don’t fucking scare me. You wish it was that easy and that I’d just cooperate, but you won’t be getting any of that bullshit from me -- And don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me again,” she snaps. “You have no right to demand anything. You’re here because Cordelia fell for your fake ass act, but I’m not dumb like everyone else. I know who you are and what you’re up to.” “Yeah, which is what, exactly? Please enlighten me,” Michael asks, striding over. “You know exactly what it is,” she answers, stepping backward each step as Michael gets closer. “Everyone else may think you’ve changed, but I know you haven’t really.” “Haven’t I?” He muses. “Of course not. You can’t change someone as rotten and twisted as you,” Y/N glares. “Is that what you believe, or are you just trying to tell yourself that so you don’t feel guilty for feeling the way you really do for me?” “What,” Y/N calls. “Feeling what way?” “You know exactly what,” he smirks. “The only things I feel for you are disgust and repulsion,” she crosses her arms, trying to stand her ground. “You can keep telling yourself that, but don’t forget who I am -- which clearly you haven’t.” “If only I could,” she rolls her eyes. “Don’t act like you’re almighty and better than any of the other witches here, like you feel no sense of attraction for me. I can smell the lust radiating from you,” Michael speaks smugly. Y/N drops her jaw, mortified at his words. They weren’t true. Were they? No, of course not. She was repulsed by him, by every bit of his existence. He was just fucking with her, that’s what he was supposed to do, considering on who he is. She steps forward, closing the space between them almost as she raises her hand to slap him across the face. Before her hand can come in contact with his cheek, he grips her wrist, holding it before her. With a growing smirk, he pulls on the hold of her wrist and brings her into his body, closing the small space between them, crashing his lips to hers. Pulling her hand away from Michael, she steps back, gasping with widened eyes at his sudden actions. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” she calls. “Doing exactly what we both want to do,” he strides again towards her. She backs up, trying to keep space between them. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to kiss, much less anything else. I utterly despise you,” she glares, still stepping backward until her her back hits the wall. “If that’s what you want to call it, fine,” Michael smirks. “But I know we both want this. So you can either fight it and prolong the inevitable, or just let it happen already.” Y/N glares, hating the way he’s so arrogant in his words and supposedly knows her. He doesn’t know her, he doesn’t know what she wants, or what she feels for him. The way he’s so prideful contradicts his confidence, it’s just annoying. What’s even more annoying is she thinks Michael may be right about her after all.

Leaning up, she presses her lips to Michael’s, closing the space between them. She grabs onto the knot of his bow-tie, pulling him towards her body as he presses himself firmly to her, an arm wrapping around her waist, the other hand pressing against the wall beside them to hold himself up. Kissing deeply, enjoying the way each other tastes, sets off an explosion between them. Y/N’s hand moves around Michael’s neck, the other cupping his cheek as he continues to hold her to him. Y/N can feel the hardness of his cock against her thigh, causing her to moan softly into Michael’s mouth. Her hand pushes up through Michael’s blond locks, gripping and pulling at the roots lightly, causing Michael to groan himself. Michael removes his hand from the wall, sliding it down the side of her body, along her covered curves. He pushes his hand up her black skirt, pressing his palm against her fabric covered heat. He rubs against her teasingly, Y/N moaning out as she leans her head back. “I haven’t even done anything yet and I can already feel how wet you are,” Michael whispers huskily into her ear, cocky smirk residing on his face as he laughs arrogantly after. “I’ll slap that fucking smirk off your face if you don’t get rid of it,” Y/N breathes out as she looks at him. “I’d like to see you try,” Michael challenges. Before Y/N can say anything else, Michael pulls his blazer off, tossing it aside and turns her around, her front pressing to the wall. Y/N bites on her lip, turning her head as if to look back at Michael. “And what exactly do you plan on doing now?” “I plan on treating you exactly the way you should be treated,” Michael hisses into her ear from behind, pulling up her skirt to her waist, revealing her black lace underwear. “Fuck, who knew a stuck up witch bitch like you could be so sexy,” Michael whispers, hands grabbing her ass cheeks, rubbing and spreading them apart for a second as he kneels down. He kisses at the bottom of her back just before the trim of where her underwear lies. He kisses at each of her back dimples, finding them sexy, bringing his lips to her right ass cheek, kissing her, then the other side. Y/N’s breathes heavily to herself as she feels Michael’s lips against her. It’s a confusing situation. She figures Michael Langdon would be the type to fuck thoroughly and relentlessly. But here he was, seeming to take his time and kissing her affectionately. Until, Y/N snaps a, “Ow, hey!” when Michael bites her ass through the fabric, causing him to grin. The bite was hard enough that it would leave a mark on her for sure, which is what he really wanted. A discreet way of claiming her. He stands up after, fingers hooking into the sides of her underwear, pulling down until they drop and pool at Y/N’s feet. She closes her eyes when she feels Michael’s fingers slide against her heat, causing her to forget the pain of the bite, moving through her folds and to her clit. He rubs a circle against her, causing Y/N to moan out and bite her lip. “For someone who claims to be so repulsed by me, you sure are fucking wet,” Michael taunts, sliding his finger through her folds again and down to her lightly pulsing entrance to where he pushes a finger in. Y/N bites down on her lip harder but mumbles out a soft, “Fuck.” Michael pumps his finger in, starting at a slow pace, wanting to tease and work her up. His slow pace has Y/N prominently whining and whimpering and grinding against his finger for more friction. Hearing Y/N’s whiny, heavy breaths has him smirking, knowing how needy she’s becoming already. He adds a second finger soon after, Y/N releasing a relieved sigh, and moaning more as he quickens his movements. He curls his fingers as he keeps pumping, Y/N moaning out again. “You better be more quiet than this when I fuck the shit out of you. Can’t have the whole coven hearing you screaming,” Michael says, pumping his fingers and pressing his thumb against her clit as he moves his hand. “I don’t think that will be a problem,” she breathes out, but speaking as clear as she can. “Considering your incompetence,” Y/N says, ignoring the pleasure building in her stomach for a second as she bites back at Michael with her snarky reply. But then in one swift motion, she feels Michael remove his fingers. Y/N narrows her eyes at the lack of touch. But then she yelps, eyes widening from the sharp pain that shoots through her ass from the slap of Michael’s hand. “You sure about that?” Michael hisses, gripping her hair into ponytail and pulling her head back. She gasps, groaning a bit from the yank as she closes her eyes, whimpering a bit from the pull. “What was that? Can’t hear you?” Michael glares. Y/N huffs out a breath. “Isn’t that what you wanted? To not be able to hear me,” she says, opening her eyes and looking towards the ceiling as Michael holds her hair tightly. He lets go, her eyes looking back at the wall. “If you talk shit again, I’ll hit you even harder,” Michael whispers into her ear from behind. Y/N swallows, biting her tongue to stay quiet. Not to listen and please him, but to not give in to his dirty talk, knowing she likes everything he’s doing to her so far. She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction and have him know how much she was really enjoying everything. Though I’m sure he could sense it. Michael slides his hand back down, over her ass where he spanked and bit her, and back to her heat. He pushes his two fingers inside of her with ease, pumping them again, curling his fingers and causing Y/N to shut her eyes and bite her lip to not moan out. Michael’s other hand reaches around her waist, sliding down to find her clit. He pumps his fingers inside of her faster, harder, his other hand beginning to rub at her clit in fierce circles. “Oh fuck, Michael,” Y/N breathes out, leaning her forehead against the wall. As his movements continue, keeping a consistent pattern, Y/N whimpers out softly, feeling the tightening clench in her stomach. “You know, maybe I do want to hear you scream,” he says, and Y/N knows there’s a smug look on his face without even having to look. As his fingers rub circles against her clit, rubbing her back and forth and harder, Y/N drops her jaw, feeling the wave of pleasure beginning to consume her. It builds and builds, she’s close and she knows she’s about to finish. Until Michael stops suddenly, ceasing all pleasure from occurring at all. Y/N opens her eyes, turning her head around a bit. “Hey, what the fuck,” she glares. “Oh, did that bother you? That I stopped what I was doing?” Michael smirks, his hands moving to the top of his pants as he unzips them. “Obviously it did, you fuck,” Y/N rolls her eyes. Another gasp leaves Y/N’s mouth, the sting of another slap on her ass causing her to groan and wince at the same time. It hurt, but so good, so deliciously, she wasn’t sure if she should risk the humiliation of asking Michael for more. “I said, talk shit to me again, and it’ll be even harder,” Michael states, grabbing her waist and turning her around to face him. With her breath heavy and shallow, hands hovering in the air a second as she doesn’t know where to put them, she gives a doe-like look to him almost, but then glares at him again. Michael smirks knowing he has an effect on her, clearly, and presses his body to hers. He slides his fingers back in her, Y/N parting her lips and leaning her head back, closing her eyes. “Maybe you like it when I hit you. You’re practically dripping down my fingers. Is that what gets you going?” He taunts her as he pumps his fingers inside of her slowly. Y/N opens her eyes, glaring at Michael again. “Are you just going to mock and tease me, or are you going to fuck me already?” Michael forcibly turns her around again, pressing her against the wall harder than last time and spanks her ass twice as hard as the last time too, the slap ringing through the room. “Fuck, Michael,” she breathes out, tightening her eyes for a second. She couldn’t explain how into it she was, the aching pleasure compensated for the pain. She’d never been treated this way before, and she had never enjoyed this intimacy with someone before as much as she was with Michael. She couldn’t believe she was experiencing this with him, of all people. “You don’t get to decide when my cock is ready for you,” Michael hisses. “You’ve treated me like shit since the day I arrived, like I’m worth nothing to you. And now you think you can decide when you get my cock? You really think I’m going to make it that easy?” Y/N breathes out shakily, his low, husky voice bringing a tremble to her body. He was right, she had ignored him, for lack of a better term, since he arrived. But now, she wanted him completely, wanted him to fuck her until she was sore and aching. She didn’t trust him, and yet, she was letting him do all this to her and was greedy for more of it. “Is this what you want,” Michael whispers into Y/N’s ear, the head of his cock sliding against Y/N heat though her folds, teasing her pulsing, slick center. “Mm, Michael,” she whines, leaning her forehead against the wall. “Use your words,” Michael grins, continuing to tease her, aligning his cock with her entrance and pushing in a bit, Y/N humming out pleasurably, but pulling back out as he hears her, causing Y/N to groan with frustration. “Yes Michael, fuck,” she begs, pressing her hands harder against the wall to help steady her, letting out a deep breath. “Fucking beg for it.” Michael hisses. “Beg for my cock.” Y/N bites down on her lip again, trying to contain her frustration and aggravation of Michael’s teasing. His cock continued to slick against her, teasing her, taunting her of what she so clearly wanted. “I want your cock.” “That was fucking pathetic,” Michael spits, drawing the tip of his cock back. “You’ll have to do a lot better than that.” Y/N rolled her eyes up, conflicted with giving in to begging Michael, or standing her ground. But when Michael teases her again, pushing the tip of his head into her wet heat more, it’s just enough to make her give in to the temptation and carnal pleasure. “Fuck, please Michael. Please fuck me,” she breathed out whiny. “Better be more specific than that,” Michael says. Y/N sighs frustratedly. “I want your cock inside of me,” she begged. “I want you to fuck me until I’m aching, please.” Michael turns her around to face him, her eyes connecting to his in an instant. He grabs a fist full of her hair like earlier, making sure her eyes stay focused on him. “You’re much more tolerable when you’re begging me to fuck you. When you’re needy like this, completely at my mercy,” he smirks, grabbing her leg and causing it to wrap around his waist. “It’s so pathetic, it’s almost cute.” Y/N glares, not sure if she wants to slap him across the face or kiss him. “Fuck you, Mi--” Y/N starts, but stops when Michael tightens his fist in her hair and pushes his cock inside of her. “Oh, fuck,” Y/N calls out, head leaning back slightly from the hair pull. Y/N didn’t have to see Michael’s cock in full to know how big he was. She could feel it, feel his massive, thick length as he thrusted so deep and full inside of her, creating an undeniable pull of pleasure already that was rooted deep inside her, something she never felt so quickly before with anyone. Michael lets go of her hair only to grab her throat, causing Y/N’s eyes to flutter closed, moaning out over it. Fucking into her relentlessly, Y/N thought back to how this is how she assumed Michael Langdon fucked. Not softly, not diligently, but rough, hard, thoroughly. She knew she would feel him for days after this encounter and she was embracing every moment of it. Michael rocked his hips harder against her, skin slapping against skin as he kept slamming into her, increasing his movements and speed. Y/N’s hand held onto the wrist of his hand that was around her throat, her other hand pressed back to the wall to stabilize herself as she felt the deep thrust of Michael, needing to steady herself as he pounded away, feeling an unhinging forming in the pit of her stomach as she moved with him and matched his movements. “That’s it, keep going,” Michael breathes out, gripping her throat a bit tighter. “You can take it. You can take my full cock filling up every bit of you,” he groans. “Shit, harder Michael,” Y/N whines through his hold, opening her eyes. Michael doesn’t hesitate to listen, letting go of her throat and gripping her hips tightly with both hands as he thrusts harder and deeper, reaching a spot and activating a new sense of pleasure in Y/N that she hadn’t ever felt before. The best sex of her life of course would be with the antichrist. “Fuck, I’m so close,” Y/N breathes out heavily, whimpering over Michael’s harsh movements that were causing her inner spasms, seeing the blissful expression on his own face as he fucked her thoroughly. Michael slides a hand from her hip, down towards her clit, rubbing circles along her as he focuses. Continuing to thrust into her, quickening his movements even more, rubbing fast, small circles along her clit, he doesn’t need her to tell him she’s close, he can figure it all on his own from the way she feels. “O-Oh fuck, Michael, right there, right there,” Y/N calls out, mouth parted open, the fullness of Michael and rubbing of her clit causing her to tighten her eyes as she feels herself starting to cum, waves of pleasure jolting through her as her stomach tightens and unhinges. Feeling Y/N contract and release against him, hearing the way she's moaning, the way she looks herself with feeling undeniable carnal pleasure, has Michael cumming himself, his movements becoming sloppier as he slows down and thrusts through his own orgasm.

As Michael slows to a gradual stop, taking a second to catch his breath, Y/N sighs out, feeling pleasurably content. Michael pulls out of Y/N, earning a wince from her in the process of feeling the absence of his large length. Michael pushes a hand through his blond hair, grabbing his blazer off the floor and zips up his pants again. Y/N pulls down on her skirt to cover herself to keep some privacy and dignity of the moment. “I hope you know that just because I let you fuck me, doesn’t mean I like you now,” Y/N mumbles, pushing down on her hair to try and contain it’s ruffled mess. Michael chuckles cockily to himself, and looks at her after pulling his blazer back on. He steps over to her, closing the space between them again, causing Y/N to look up at him. He looks her over, smugly, and Y/N wishes she knew what was going through his mind. “You really don’t get it do you,” Michael says. Y/N narrows her eyes. “I’m not going to destroy your coven, kill your sisters and Cordelia, or do whatever it is that you think I’m doing.” Y/N squints her eyes skeptically. Michael suddenly grabs her throat, pushing her back to the wall, Y/N eyes looking at him confused. “If I wanted to ruin your coven, if I wanted to kill any of you here, I could in an instant and the world would go on without missing a beat,” he whispers lowly to her. Y/N glares. “I could annihilate any one of you in a second, including you, especially when you had your guard down as I fucked you.” Y/N glares more. “But I didn’t,” he says nonchalant. “If I wanted to, I could; I could have started with you easily. So you can drop the ‘almighty, superior’ act of not trusting me, and maybe you grow up and realize, people can change. Yeah?” Michael smirks, letting go of her throat and stepping back. Y/N hates how she’s given in to everything today. She didn’t want to interact with him in the first place, but with all that’s happened and so willingly, he was breaking her down. He had everyone under his finger except her, though, maybe now he was getting to her too, because she was conflicted over believing Michael’s words now. “You could be playing me,” Y/N says. “You could be bullshitting me into believing this, and then when I’ve kept my guard down long enough, you kill all of us when we least expect it.” “I could snap my fingers and Thanos you all,” Michael states matter of fact. “Did you just reference the Avengers: Infinity War? Seriously?” Y/N rolls her eyes Michael grins. “Just saying. I don’t need to gain your trust and make sure you keep your guard down to kill anyone. I could do it in an instant if I wanted to. But I don’t. So quit fucking worrying,” Michael states and steps to her door. Y/N looks after him, crossing her arms. Everything he’s saying makes sense. Clearly he’s powerful enough, what with completely the Seven Wonders. He could have killed her or done something when fucking her, too. What did he need to wait on? Was this Michael just breaking her down for some reason, or was he actually changing? “Also, I’m taking you out to dinner on Friday,” Michael says as he looks back at her before leaving. “What,” Y/N narrows her eyes. “Why?” “For our date,” Michael smirks. “Our ‘date,’” Y/N raises her eyes. “Should have bought you dinner first before all of this. All that gentleman shit, right?” She stares at him with a narrowed expression. “You can say you’re repulsed by me all you want. But we both know you’re really not. Anyway, be ready by 7. You’re in for one hell of night,” Michael winks and leaves, closing the door behind her. Y/N stares at the closed door, dumbfounded over what just happened. She hated and despised him (or so she told herself) just this morning, and now she was going on a date with him later in the week, apparently. What confused her the most was she was smiling now and finding herself suddenly excited for the date. Maybe Michael was changing after all. All she knew now was that it was only a matter of time before she’d end up falling for his captivating soul, like everyone else had. The only difference was, Michael was falling for her soul too. It was inevitable.

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Please Say Yes

Single Dad!Duncan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Duncan wants to propose to Y/N, but his son ruins the surprise.

Notes: Okay, I wrote this really fast and it probably isn’t the best thing ever, but my heart was literally going AWWW the whole time I wrote this, so enjoy!! (single dad!duncan owns me, y’all) gif credit to @spellman

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word Count: 3.2K

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“Do you understand, bub?”

The four-year-old sitting on Duncan’s lap scrunched up his face playfully while nodding his head enthusiastically.

“We can’t tell mama!”

“Mhm, yes. And why can’t we tell mama?” Duncan bobbed his leg up and down, sending his son into a fit of giggles.

“Because marrying mama is a secret, shhh,” he held his tiny finger up to his mouth and spoke in a whisper, making sure to be as quiet as his little voice would let him.

“Well, asking her to marry daddy is a secret. Mama can’t know at all, it’s a surprise, okay?” He looked his son right in his eyes, hoping he was listening carefully to what he was telling him. “Mama’s going to be really, really happy, as long as it’s a surprise and we don’t tell her before the right time, okay?”

“When’s the right time? Right now?” His son’s big, blue eyes went wide with curiosity.

Duncan let out a soft chuckle, “Well, not right now, bub. Daddy will know the right time; you don’t need to worry about that.” He kissed the top of his son’s hair, holding him close to his chest and savoring this blissful moment. “Just don’t tell mommy.”

You and Duncan had been together for three happy years now; something of a record for Mr. Shepherd. He had known from the very first moment he laid his eyes on you that you were meant to be in his life. Stolen glances at work led to steamy makeout sessions in his office which, then, (miraculously, he thought) led to a first date. Duncan had always known how special you were, but it was then, on that first date, as he stared at you smiling from across the table, illuminated by the soft moonlight and laughing at your own joke, that he truly realized that he selfishly wanted you all to himself and that he’d do everything in his power to make that a reality.

A year prior to meeting Y/N, Duncan had experienced one of the worst pains of his life when the mother of his son took off and left. They hadn’t been together long and the pregnancy was a complete surprise, but he had sworn right then and there, as he looked down at the positive pregnancy test, that he would be the best father to his child and the most supportive and loving partner to his girlfriend the world had ever seen. But she had other plans for her life, it seemed; she left shortly after the birth, leaving behind a heartbroken Duncan to solely take care of their child.

Even with the amazing gift that his son was, he truly believed that he would always be alone; destined to share this life with nobody but himself. But then you came along, and flipped a light switch on, suddenly changing his whole outlook on everything and bringing an immense amount of love and light into him and his son’s life that he had never imagined possible. You brightened everything for him.

From a cocky bachelor to a single dad, cherishing domesticity with his son and the love of his life, Duncan often reminisced on how he had gotten here in life. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to deserve a life as amazing and meaningful as this one; it was something he would always cherish. He had his family – His family. His to hold and love. His to keep him warm at night and comfort him when troubled thoughts filled his head. You and his son were all he needed in his life. And all that was left to do was ask you to be his forever.

- Two weeks later -

The bubbly boy sitting next to you focused intently on the drawing before him, while he excitedly rambled on and on about the dog he had seen that morning.

“He tried to lick my nose,” he scrunched up his small nose as his addictive giggles filled the air; turning to you, he mimicked the dog with his tongue sticking out and continued laughing without a care in the world. Always such an expressive one, you thought, as you felt the corners of your own mouth lifting while you stared at the lively boy beside you.

“Why don’t you draw the doggie in your picture?” You smiled back at him, moving some of the loose strands of hair out of his face. He had his father’s hair and it soothed you to see so much of Duncan in him.

“No!” he yelled defiantly while a great, big smile appeared on his face as he got up and started dancing (or at least, what a toddler’s definition of dancing was). Okay… you knew what was going on here. He was clearly in one of his “silly moods”; something Duncan liked to call his random outbursts of excitement and giggling. He twirled around the room, singing and laughing as if he were the happiest person alive, before running back to you and plopping down on the ground next to you and his coloring station.

“Somebody’s being silly,” you scrunched up your nose at him, watching him as he dramatically laughed and got back to coloring his picture. “But bub, I have a question,” you frowned, exaggerating your sad tone. “Why no doggie?” you fake cried, hoping to bring even more laughter out of him.

“Because we don’t have one, you silly!!” He yelled, finding the whole situation quite hilarious. “This is our family,” he pointed to the picture. “And we don’t have a doggie, so he can’t go in here.”

“Oh, okay. I understand,” you nodded, enjoying the seriousness and accuracy he put into his art. Peeking over his head to see the masterpiece itself, you found a tall figure that must have been Duncan since a (very large) cellphone was placed in his hand. You silently made a note to tell Duncan about it later; you were sure he would think it was adorable funny. Then, there was your little one right in the middle with a big, gigantic smile plastered on his face; that part seemed quite accurate. Your eyes continued scanning the page, landing on the figure that must have been you, but you were wearing a long, white dress with something covering your face; a very odd sight that caused you to tilt your head in confusion, trying to understand what you were looking at. It was honestly very sweet and endearing, but also suspicious, to say the least.

“Hey bub, why am I wearing that?” you pointed to the cartoon version of yourself.

“Because that’s what people wear when they get married,” he replied softly and casually while focusing on coloring in the grass expertly.

Your heart stopped for a split second as you heard him speak those words so nonchalantly. Had Duncan said something to him? Or perhaps, maybe his preschool teacher had taught them about what a wedding was and he simply was a curious and intrigued child? It must be the latter, you thought. He must have seen a wedding in one of his cartoons, or saw it in a book.

You tried to rid your brain of dangerous, exciting thoughts and calm yourself of the possibility of something bigger taking place right now, but failed horribly after several minutes of a very anxious internal dialogue with yourself.

“Bub, why am I wearing it, though?” you spoke up suddenly, the confusing thoughts in your head still running rampant as your heartbeat raced.

“Because daddy said he’s gonna marry you, so you have to wear white!! Daddy read this book to me and the girl in it got married and she wore white, so you have to wear white, silly.”

Your eyes went wide and it was as if the air had been knocked right out of your lungs; you were sure you would have looked paralyzed if anyone had walked in at that exact moment. You had thought of the possibility of Duncan proposing one day; you both had talked about it casually before, but you didn’t know that he was actually planning to ask you to be his wife.

You were shocked, confused, beyond ecstatic… You felt so many different things, all completely at the same time, and you didn’t exactly know how to process everything you were feeling; this was foreign territory. Your head swirled and buzzed while the little boy next to you sat unbothered by the bombshell he had just dropped, mindlessly coloring the sky a light blue color on the paper in font of him.

“When did daddy say all of this?”

His little head turned to you, about to answer your question with an excited smile on his face, when he suddenly remembered the day his dad had sat him on his lap and told him his great, big secret plan. But he had told him not to tell you. That’s what he had said: To not tell mama. That only daddy could tell her and only when it was the right time. This was not the right time. And daddy wasn’t even here. Slowly, his smile turned to a frown and glossy tears began to prick the corners of his bright blue eyes.

“Oh no, baby, what’s going on?” Your voice was laced with concern as you watched his face contort with sadness. In this moment, you forgot about the picture. You forgot about what he was about to say. You forgot about any future proposal. You only cared about why your sweet boy had become so incredibly distraught. His cheeks grew warm and he suddenly started wailing as tears began to flow freely down his face, his poor lungs struggling to draw in air from crying so hard.

The door to the home office slammed open and Duncan came running out, his eyes wide with worry and concern as he noticed you in the middle of the floor, cradling his little boy. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, he just started crying,” your looked up at Duncan hopelessly while you held your little one to your chest, rocking him back and forth and trying your best to comfort him and ease him of whatever pain he was feeling. It was just as painful for you as it was for Duncan to see him so uncontrollably distraught. You’d do anything to make him feel better, no matter the cost. And Duncan was right there with you; he’d do anything to protect his son from this world. Which is why it was so hard to see him like this right now. A very worried Duncan kneeled next to you and started gently stroking his son’s back in a calm and soothing manner.

“Bub, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Duncan whispered in his ear, hoping to god something wasn’t causing him physical pain.

Your little one hesitantly lifted his head from your chest and looked up at his dad with tears running down his red face, trying to speak but all that came out were more choked sobs. “I- I ruined the surprise,” you almost didn’t catch his timid voice amidst the strangled sobs. Duncan’s face twisted in confusion, not sure what his poor child was talking about.

“Bub, what surprise?” Duncan asked softly while continuing to rub his son’s back. You held him in your arms, swaying him back and forth and he finally started to calm down a bit. He sniffled and played with your hair, focusing on trying to tell his dad what he meant.

“Dada, I said you were gonna marry mama,” he let out another small sob, feeling overwhelmed with the whole situation. He was afraid Duncan would be mad at him and that he’d be in trouble for telling you, but most of all, he was just unbearably sad for letting down his dad.

Duncan’s breath hitched in his throat as he heard his son’s confession; his eyes instantly flickered to yours, which were already staring at him, wide and bright with curious wonder. There was so much vulnerability in his blue eyes; you’d never seen him like that before. It was almost startling to look at the love of your life and see a different side to him, one you’d never caught a glimpse of before. He had never felt so exposed and caught off guard in all his life; tears had started to prick the corners of his own eyes. It was beautiful and painful to watch, you thought.

This wasn’t how he had planned it. This wasn’t at all how he had planned it. He was going to wait for the perfect moment... The perfect dinner with a perfect bottle of champagne, under the same moonlight he had fallen in love with you, only to then, get down on one knee, take your hand in his, and ask you to be his and only his forever. Truth be told, that moment had come and gone. Or, at least half of it. He had taken you out to dinner the week before, but he had never gotten down on one knee and he had never asked you that one question that had been dancing across his mind every second of every day since he had finally decided to propose. Deep down, he was terrified. Terrified that you would reject him and he’d lose you forever. A part of him still felt he didn’t deserve you and that one day, you’d realize it.

But now, everything was out in the open. His wants, his feelings, his plans for the future: All of it. He was exposed. Duncan had no wall to hide behind now; his son had torn it down for him.

“Baby, there’s no need to cry. You didn’t ruin anything,” your soft voice spoke to the little boy cradled in your arms, snapping Duncan out of his anxious thoughts. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy isn’t upset with you and mommy isn’t either. We love you so, so, so very much, okay?” You pulled back to look him in his tear-filled eyes. “It’s okay, my love,” you gave him a genuine smile, rubbing his back with small circles.

He was comforted by your words and nestled his head against your neck, feeling the worry start to leave his tiny body. Only small sniffles could be heard now as his eyes started to get heavy with sleep. You continued gently stroking his back as you helped to softly lull him to sleep.

“Plus, mommy wants to marry daddy, too.”

Duncan’s head snapped up, locking his wide eyes with yours as an incredulous look overcame his features. Had he heard you correctly? Had you really meant what you had just whispered? He’d never felt his heart beat this fast in all his life; it felt as though it was about to explode right out of his chest.

“She does?” Duncan spoke quietly and carefully, as you both realized the sweet boy in your arms was now fast asleep from wearing himself out so suddenly with his tears.

You nodded your head, looking at him with every single ounce of love and adoration you had felt for him the past three years of your beautiful relationship. He inched his way closer to you, closing the distance between yourselves while being careful not to wake his son.

He leaned in to place a feather light kiss to your lips, “You know, I had something planned…”

“Is that so?” you smiled against his lips, the small burn of his stubble rubbing against your skin and the warm scent of his cologne mixing to remind you of home.

“Mhm, but I guess this will have to do,” his voice was soft and playful as he reluctantly pulled away from you, reached into his pocket and retrieved a small plush box. You let out a sudden breath, you hadn’t known you’d been holding in, and felt tears begin to spill over your cheeks.

Duncan adjusted himself so he was on one knee and slowly opened the small box in his hands, revealing the most dazzling diamond ring you had ever seen; he had picked it because the sparkle it gave off was reminiscent of your beauty in the moonlight. He looked at you adoringly through crystal, blue eyes, letting a content sigh fall from his lips as he stared at his entire world right in front of him.

“I am so completely and insanely in love with you, Y/N,” he smiled softly as he whispered to you. “I cherish this life we’ve built together, and I can never thank you enough for being there for our son. You’re the best mother this world has ever had and the best partner I could ever ask for. Some days I wake up and I still can’t believe that you’re in my life,” he laughed lightly as his voice began to break; his own tears threatening to spill over now. “You came into my life and made every aspect of it better and, now, I only ask that you allow me the opportunity to do the same for you.”

You held your hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you peered, through teary eyes, at the love of your life.

With one last exhale and smile, Duncan looked up at you and whispered, “Will you marry me?”

You let out a squeaking noise and nodded frantically while tears fell down your cheeks. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!” you tried your best to keep your voice quiet, so as not to disturb the sleeping child in your arms, but you were too overcome with excitement and love for this man.

Duncan’s face lit up and he gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen as he quickly enveloped you in his arms, placing gentle kisses to your face. You could feel his own tears on his cheeks now as he kissed you tenderly. You’d never felt so happy in all your life. This truly was all you needed: Duncan and your son. Your family.

He placed one last passionate kiss to your lips, deepening it while your hand ran through his soft hair. Reluctantly, he pulled away once again, brushing his lips against yours. “What do you say we put little bub down for his nap and then we go and celebrate in our own special way?”

You smiled against his lips, wanting nothing more than to show him just how much love you had for him. “Sounds good to me,” you whispered, placing one more kiss to his lips before feeling Duncan’s hand hold onto yours gently, pulling you up and leading you to the beginning of a new life.

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