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michael-langdon-appreciation · 4 years

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Headcanons for Duncan Shepherd and your morning routine 💤☀️

It’s been sooooooo long since I posted something, like the Stone Age so have a little headcanon list I made on the train this morning 😘

- Duncan is an early riser, you on the other hand...well...you fluctuate. But you swear sometimes he never sleeps, a myth Duncan always buys into - ‘sometimes I stay awake watching you sleep.’

- 9 times out of 10 he has to remind you that you’ll be late if you don’t rise. He’s always in some state of half-dressedness, his crisp shirt open revealing his chest.

- There is always a morning kiss. Just a simple little thing that gets your lips tingling. His hand slides round the back of your neck, tipping your head up to meet his lips. There’s a lingering bolt of attraction which tempts you to tug him back into bed. But you always resist it - a late for work Duncan is scary to see.

- There is no such thing as ‘five more minutes’ while living with Duncan Shepherd. Neither can he bear to just lie in bed. He’s a man of action, even on the weekends.

- His breath is always minty, teeth pearly white having just brushed. He makes a habit of cringing if you forgot to take off your make-up or brush your teeth before bed. He’s a clean guy and likes you to be as natural and fresh as he is.

- By the time you’re up and ready, the smell of coffee permeates through the apartment. A fresh cup is placed before you, exactly how you like it as Duncan disappears behind his iPad.

- You don’t speak much, but your routine speaks volumes. You make sure he eats something and Duncan always checks your make-up for you.

- You’re always pristine under his inspection.

- He always gets lost in the news or whatever it is he’s reading. Sometimes Duncan can’t resist the lure of a quick Candy Crush session and if it wasn’t for you, late-for-work Duncan would be here.

- If it’s cold outside, Duncan will wrap you up making sure you have at least a scarf round your neck. He must tie it himself for you, his hands loving to be on you. If it’s hot... - ‘Darling, that is a rather short skirt for anyone but me....’

- You both take the same private taxi, if the Shepherd’s car isn’t available. You have your coffee to go in a disposable cup. Your hand lies in Duncan’s as you both talk about the day ahead and what you’ll be doing that evening.

- He’s always grumbly when it comes to parting. You’d better give him a goodbye kiss as you climb out of the car.

- Once you’re at work, you always get that signature text from him - Kill it today. I miss you already.

I’m sorry to anyone not on this tag-list, I’m posting from work and being naughty: @wroteclassicaly @duncvns @ritualmichael @goldendragonslayer @jimmlangdon @dark-duncan @elizabeth-bennnett @blakewaterxx @babypinkstyles94 @babydollcake @langdvn @lvngdvns @stupidocupido @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @ccodyfern @daddyantichrist @sojournmichael @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 @ahs-confessions @venusxxlangdon @leatherduncan @katiekitty261 @holylangdon @hecohansen31 @wickedlangdon @petersfern-fics @icylangdon @i-will-die-for-jim-mason @rpwithjayn @emmyrosee @dyns33 @queencocoakimmie @fckinsupreme @xavierplympton @cryptid-coalition

#duncan sheperd imagine #duncan shepherd #hoc #house of cards #duncan shepherd headcanons #cody fern #imagine #headcanon #my work #long time no see!

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dailylangdon · 5 years

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dailylangdon’s 1k+ follower extravaganza

Hello, my lovelies! Firstly, thank you for being so kind about my post the other day. And also, happy Halloween! It’s been a year since I made this blog and since I published my first series on here and AO3 (If anyone wants me to finish it, let me know). I often have made sideblogs for my interests in the past, but I usually get bored and abandon them pretty quickly. And as for people following those sideblogs? Never. But I have 1,200 and counting followers here at dailylangdon. I was happy to get like 10 of y’all interested in my silly rants, bad fanfic, or whatever I have to offer.

So, I just wanted to shout some of y’all out. I’ve had interactions with lots of you, but some of y’all I just see in my notes a lot or you may have seen me in your notes a lot. I just love you guys. I hope to be giving y’all my weird content for another year too.

@lvngdvns

@wroteclassicaly

@icylangdon

@jimmlangdon

@michael-langdon6

@lambofcairo

@jcshadowkiss-blog

@sctars

@holylangdon

@langdonsblood

@outofcoffee24

@confettucini

@xavierplympton

@langdonsinferno

@sweetfayetanner

@sojournmichael

@langdvn

@ccodyfern

@petersfern-fics

@sabinemorans

@starwlkers

@asstichrist

@avesatanormalpeoplescareme

@thelangdoncooperative

@wickedlangdon

@1-800-bitchcraft

@langdonsoceaneyes

@drwnng-ophelia

@coollangdon

@queencocoakimmie

@sweetlangdon

@ritualmichael

@porglord

@sammythankyou

@cryptid-coalition

@duncans-donuts

@michael-langdon-owns-my-soul

@michael-langdon-appreciation

@thesevenwonderss

@lovelylangdonx

@langdons-rep

@lovelykhaleesiii

@codyssfern

@fckinsupreme

@bongwaternation

@queenie435

@michaelmalloryfanfic

@the--queen-of-hell

@oowoo-uwu

@nickisgirl

#sorry if this post comes out weird #tumblr is a mess #i even tried to do this from my computer

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dyns33 · 5 years

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Concepts I’m in love with...

There are some many wonderful fics in this fandom, about Michael, Duncan, Jim... But some concepts just refusesto get out of my mind. So I decided to thank (and curse) the writers who messed with my brain (and others parts of my body) :

- Soft!Michael and Sub!Michael (and Jimmy boy) - @ritualmichael sub!Michael and sub!Jim are so adorable !!!!, @1-800-bitchcraft for all the Shy!Michael writings, @sojournmichael too, and @venusxxlangdon, because Hotline Bling did something to me... I was not into shy sub boys before all this...

- Michael and his twin, Jeffrey - @michael-langdon-appreciation, I also like the foursome, but we don’t hear enough about sweet Jeffrey !

- The Langdon triplets - @duncans-donuts and @thechildofmay, you both know that already I’m sure...

- Mommy!Michael and Roadtrip!Michael - @cryptid-coalition, I know you are busy, so I’m sorry, I sent you like five asks, in anon, cause i’m a coward...

- Jonathan, the serial killer - @ccodyfern, you created a completely new character, a monster who love to hate and we hate to love... but I can’t stop, I need more of him !

- @lvngdvns - all your concepts. All of them. You are killing me. Vampires, Werewolves, Constantine, Crimeverse... I know you don’t feel well lately, I’m sorry about that, take all the time you need, but know that your ideas are awesome (and your writing too) !

I also want to send love to : @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @tiny-ruby-seeds @wroteclassicaly @coollangdon @langdonsoceaneyes @nuke-em-from-orbit @stupidocupido @thelangdoncooperative @theinevitableprophecy @darling--michael @lovelykhaleesiii @queencocoakimmie @gremlinkween @7-wonders @interwebspiderdance @babydollcake @hisgirlwonder @petersfern-fics @langdonsinferno @katiekitty261 @starwlkers @sammythankyou and all the writers of this fandom because I’m sure to forgot a lots - You may be tired, busy, in lack of inspiration, writing a lot, inspired by others fandoms... Your writings are all amazing, I love them and I wish you the best no matter what !

(and hello @soft-michael-langdon, I hope you are alright.)

#personal #send love #concepts #michael langdon #jim mason #duncan shepherd

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sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 · 5 years

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My Dirty Little Secret Part 1

Story idea from @kellysimagines

Warnings: Swearing, smut, angst

Summary: You’re happy with your boyfriend Duncan Shepherd, until certain events and people start to get in the way...

“And now he’s threatening to sue the paper because of what we posted, all because we got the scoop on him money laundering! Can you believe that?!” You whined to your boyfriend.

“Mmhmm” Duncan mumbled, tapping away at his phone.

You side-eyed him, getting more than annoyed by his lack of attention. You two barely got anytime to spend with each other because your mothers were at constant war. Annette couldn’t stand your mother, and your mother, Clare, equally couldn’t stand her so your relationship with Duncan would give them both a heart attack. Possibly quite literally. As over bearing as they were, neither of you were up for being the cause of their deaths.

“So then I cut him a deal” you said.

“Basically if I slept with Mr Johnson, he’d give us the contacts of of the other stock brokers who were in on the scheme. So needless to say, we went at it on his desk” you replied tauntingly. More so to yourself since he still clearly wasn’t listening.

“Well at least you got what you needed” Duncan said exhaustingly. You understood he was busy but a few minutes of his attention was all you were after.

You picked up a couch pillow and threw it directly at Duncan’s head. He looked straight ahead of him, sighing like a parent would at an annoyed toddler before he adverted his gaze towards you.

You had a defiant pout on your face, paired with your crossed arms. You were being a bit of a brat.

“I’m sorry babe” he sighed.

“The creators of the app still haven’t figured out a coding issue which is dragging out the release date” he sighed again as his head fell back against his couch.

You uncrossed your arms, and knelt towards him. Your hand moving to under his shirt so you could massage his chest.

“Why don’t I take care of you” you purred into his ear, tongue latching out to catch his earlobe as you gave it a tug.

Duncan groaned from deep within his chest. Finally you were getting the attention you needed.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. This is your punishment for disturbing me” Duncan purred into your ear. Grabbing you by the backs of your thighs and heaving you into your bedroom.

Locking your legs around his hips, arms wrapped around his neck, you started licking your way up to his earlobe, tugging on it lightly, earning a grunt from your boyfriend and a playful slap on your ass.

“I’ve been such a bad girl” you playfully purred back at him.

You squealed when Duncan delivered a slap to your arse. No doubt leaving a handprint you would love to show off if you could.

Your back hit the mattress of your bed, you slightly bounced upon coming into contact before Duncan’s body smothered you, attacking your lips with desperate kisses.

Both of you undressing hastily, in too much of a rush to feel each other’s writhing bodies to bother with any teasing.

Immediately getting into the routine of forplay, mouths colliding, tongues licking, lips sucking, teeth biting and moans filling the room, it wasn’t long until you had him thrusting into you.

Although this was different. It wasn’t animalistic and frantic like normal.

Normally your sex was rough, edgy, and thrilling. Filled with hair pulling, skin slapping. Both your bodies supporting bruises the next day that you were only too happy to show off the day as a reminder of your nightly passions, But now?, Duncan was half heartedly thrusting into with as much vigour as as a broken jackhammer.

You frowned, watching Duncan’s facial reactions. His eyes were drooping and his breathing was light.

“Babe? You feeling okay?” You asked him mid way through a half hearted thrust.

“Mmm, yeah babe, you feel great” he replied, however his enthusiasm could’ve been more sincere.

“Baby, stop. You’re obviously too tired, let’s just rest” you told him, running your hands through his soft chocolate curls.

“No, I wanna do this” he determined.

“Dunc, you’ve gone soft, and I’m losing wood here” you laughed lightly as so not to offend him. Duncan was very proud of his skills in the bedroom. One time you faked an orgasm because you were jet lagged and boy was he pissed! You couldn’t walk for a week! Every time you sat down or crossed your legs, you would wince.

Duncan groaned, rolling off you and sighing deeply. Placing his arms behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry doll. I’m just exhausted” he confessed.

“Baby, I’m sorry you’re so tired. Is it business with the app?” You asked him as you continued to run your fingers through his soft hair. Using your fingertips to lightly massage his scalp.

He hummed in satisfaction as your delicate hands helped relax him.

“Mmm, it’s not just that. There’s events to go to, financial benefits to organise, senators to support and meet. Honestly the only help I’m getting is from Tiffany. If it weren’t for her, I’d have actually run myself into the ground”

Your eyebrows knit together in the middle of your forehead with the frown you were currently sporting upon listening to his last sentence.

Who the fuck was ‘Tiffany’?

You weren’t the jealous type, you trust Duncan and knew he would never cheat on your but he does have a reputation as a former serial womaniser.

“Tiffany? You’ve not mentioned her before” you replied as noncommittal as you could.

“She’s my new secretary. I told you about her last week” he grunted, struggling to fight the sleep that was approaching.

No he didn’t! You thought. But you weren’t going to question it but for some reason, you felt a pang in your gut. Maybe you were just over reacting.

“Babe, why’d you stop?” Duncan whined, breaking you out of your rampant unsettling thoughts.

“Hmm? What’s that hon” you asked him.

Duncan peaked one eye open and gestured to your fingers which had stop massaging his head.

You shook off your thoughts and carried on swiftly massaging his head.

It wasn’t long before his soft snores were drifting throughout the room.

Groaning lightly, Duncan turned on his side, draping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his soft breathing and light snores brought a sweet smile to your face. Duncan was yours. You had nothing to worry about.

My loves: @kellysimagines, @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning. @stupidocupido, @avesatanormalpeoplescareme, @alexcornerblog, @petersfern-fics, @sojournmichael, @ccodyfern, @cotomandra, @confettucini, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @queencocoakimmie, @langdonalien, @sweetlangdon, @frucienlover, @gelukstraan, @dunc-donut, @sassyhollandx, @holylangdon, @lovelykhaleesiii, @sodanova, @queenie435, @crownofrowan, @sassylangdon

#Duncan shepherd #Duncan Shepherd Smut #duncan shepherd imagine #Duncan shepherd drabble #duncan shepherd fic #duncan shepherd fanfic #duncan shepherd one shot #duncan shepherd x reader #house of cards #Cody fern #michael langdon #michael langon x reader #michael langdon smut #michael langdon fic #Michael Langdon fancfic #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon one shot

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lycanlupins · 5 years

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Soft Kai Headcanons

the lovely @petersfern-fics asked for some god ol’ soft kai content and i have come to deliver it! i hope you enjoy it ❤️

Kai was really vulnerable around you

Like he would cry and talk about everything that was overwhelming him currently

He would also repeatedly tell you how much he loves you

It was crazy how much he changed when he was around only you

He was so soft, looking up at you and smiling while he was half asleep on your lap

Giving you small kisses wherever he could

He’d even hum some of your favorite songs for you when you two were just relaxing

The minute someone walked in he would put on his tough guy façade of course

When they walked back out he was all over you, kissing you and caressing your face

Whenever he went up to visit his parents he would take you with him

He’d squeeze your hand when he would talk to his mom, just to make sure you were still there with him

After the few moments he would spend in there he would take you right back downstairs to cuddle and cry for a bit

Everything was so overwhelming to him normally but he can’t show any weakness, not until he was safe in your arms

#kai anderson headcanons #kai anderson #american horror story #ahs headcanons #ahs cult #my writing

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petersfern-fics · 5 years

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Unpopular Opinion: Every one of Evan's roles deserves love. Every. Single. One.

#evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #james patrick march #kai anderson #rory monahan #mr gallant #gallant #american horror story #peter maximoff #quicksilver #xmen #petersfern-fics

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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Wink

The Beginning

/2/ /3/ /4/ /5/ /6/

Michael Langdon X Female Reader

Word Count: 1,282

Warning: Cursing, idea of smut.

A/N: I have so many fics that I’ve written, I’ve just never posted them. Hope you like it! If you do, please let me know!! Like/Reblog

Summary: The Witches and Warlocks band together to combat the upcoming Apocalypse. But, somewhere in the mix, love blossoms. It’s a good thing, right?

Ever since Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies and the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men announced that they were joining forces, to in their words, “Combat the upcoming Apocalypse together”, our school was abuzz with excitement.

We all chattered wildly, in the assembly hall that day, about the idea of sharing our school with boys. Listening to our instructors drone on and on about us never being alone with them. “Stay together, never separate from one another," they preached. Myrtle being sure to tell us how disgusting and crude they truly are, every chance she got.

Rumors had swirled that this was all a cover, cooked up by our Headmistress and Supreme Cordelia, to watch over one particular boy. Apparently, he was so powerful, he might be the next Supreme. Unheard of, this simply would never happen. In my mind, we had nothing to worry about.

The boys came, and after a month, we all settled into a calm coexistence with them. They weren’t all that bad. In fact, they were kind of fun. Plus, it beat sneaking out with Madison all of the time, to go clubbing in town. She’d have her car pulled around, and then we'd all jump in, and head out. As long as we all came back before dawn, the instructors didn’t mind. They most certainly never scolded Madison about it, or at least she never told us they did.

No, life with the Hawthorne boys was nice. Especially with HIM. He and his group of friends were inseparable. We called them the 'Brat Pack'. They gave the teachers fits, with their sarcasm and snide remarks. There were 5 of them, and there were always together. Jonah, Rex, Marcus, Jin, and HIM. They were all beautiful, but he was the most. Tall, and thin. Golden blonde hair, that framed his face with lazy curls. Eyes so blue, that they didn’t look real. His lips were pillowy and full. Just the thought of him makes my head dizzy.

Up until last week, I never had classes with him, I’d only see a glimpse of him at lunch. Then Monday morning, he sauntered in a few minutes before the bell. He handed a note to the teacher and she pointed to a desk behind me. I shifted in my seat, making me uncomfortable when I saw him coming my way. He dropped his book, on the floor next to me and bent down on his knee to pick it up. Dirty thoughts of him on his knees, in front of me, flooded in my mind. My cheeks felt hot, with embarrassment. I looked down at him, and I could feel his eyes trail up my bare legs, to my thighs, and settle on my mouth. So transfixed on his face, when he winked at me, I nearly fell out of my chair.

After that reaction, he started to find little, incidental ways to touch me. 3 days in a row (not that I was counting) he would tap me on my shoulder and ask to borrow something or other. The first day it was a pencil, the next day was paper and the last day was our textbook. I turned towards him, with the book in my hand, and sighed annoyingly, “Don’t you ever have anything with you?” He chuckled, “Oh, I always come prepared when I need to.” His voice dripping with innuendo. I felt a shiver run down my spine and goosebumps prickle up and down my arms. “Cold, little one?” He asked. I whipped around and closed both my eyes and my legs tight.

Friday morning, I swore I heard him smell my hair. To test the theory, I flipped it over my shoulder. I heard a moan escape from his lips, so low that only he and I could hear. My eyes went wide, and I bit my lip so hard, I tasted blood. I was in such a daze, that I didn’t hear Myrtle’s question. I looked up at her bewildered, and she shook her head in disapproval, before calling on HIM to answer. Naturally, he did, and the answer was correct. Which made me even more embarrassed.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of the day. Thoughts of his lips on my body, fingers locked into my hair, flashed through my mind, like memories.

Saturday would serve as a reprieve because all of us girls, were headed to the beach for some R&R. Everything was going great and then the 'Brat Pack’ arrived. The temperature around us went noticeably warmer. Or maybe that was just our hormones.

They brought drinks and surfboards, and loud music. Jin built a bonfire, and Rex found some logs and set them around it.

Later after surfing, we all sat down, roasting marshmallows and hot dogs.

HE sat next to me and my body became hyper-aware of every movement he made. His long fingers trailing down the side of his red cup. His weekend grown scruff on his jaw was perfectly framing his face. Whenever he would laugh, he would touch my arm or my thigh. He'd feel my body tense up and he would take his hand away.

Then Jonah started telling ghost stories, and one, in particular, was so scary, that when the killer in the story popped out, I jumped. My heart was racing. He placed his arms around my blanket-clad shoulders and held me tightly against his body. I looked up at him and his blue eyes locked onto mine. He placed a stray strand of my hair behind my ear and whispered, “I’ve got you, little one. You’re perfectly safe with me.” The rest of the night was a blur. He never tried anything else.

Sunday came and went. I found myself nervously anticipating seeing him on Monday. Even if it was an “A” day and I would only see him at lunchtime, it was enough to have me pacing around my small room.

“There they are,” my friend Jessica exclaimed. We all collectively gazed at the entryway and watched them walk in. Laughing and punching each other. They were rowdy and loud. We watched as they picked a table and sat down. Only Marcus and Rex stopped by the lunch line to get food.

Margaret waxed poetically, out loud “I bet he has a big dick!” We all turned toward each other and laughed so loudly, that we earned, shushes from the nearby teachers.

Margaret continued, “For real. Look at his hands, oh my God. Look at his veins. My mama always used to say 'Big hands, big dick”. Alice laughed and said, “Yeah, I bet your mama told you that.” We snickered.

“No, I’m a sucker for Marcus,” Rebecca whispered, “His chocolate eyes, do something to me.” We all nodded in agreement.

“I bet Lilith would do anything for HIM. Wouldn’t you Lil?” They all turned to me and I rolled my eyes. “You guys are so immature,” I say. “Still though, his mouth is perfection. I bet he eats pussy really well.” Jennifer said. We all gazed HIM and he snapped his head in our direction. We froze and tried to look in every direction, but his. Eventually, he was distracted by something Jonah said and he turned away.

“Do you think he heard us? Alice asked. “Impossible, he’s across the room,” I said.

We laughed it off and the conversation turned to our upcoming exams. I looked at him, once more and sighed. Eyes glued to his perfect, angular face, I couldn’t help but think, how I would do anything for just one night with Michael Langdon.

As if on cue, I watched as he turned to meet my gaze. He wet his full, pink lips with his tongue, tilted his head, and winked at me.

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@sojournmichael @duncvn @michael-langdon-appreciation @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @lovelykhaleesiii @ccodyfern @petersfern-fics @kinlovecody @gelukstraan @icylangdon @langdonsrapture @duncans-donuts @cocosfern @thedeviltohisangel @xtheinevitableprophecyx @stupidocupido @flowersiren @flowersirenreads @ritualmichael @langdonsoceaneyes @lvngdvns @katiekitty261

#michael langdon #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x y/n #michael langdon smut #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #american horror story #fluff #love #ahs apocalypse #ahs

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kika-felix · 5 years

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Tag Game

Tagged by: @bloodreadlipstick

Name: Ana

Age: 21

Country: Portugal

Favourite colours: Burgundy, Emerald Green, Black, Dark Blue

When you made this blog: 2009 (I think) actively using since August 2018

Follower count: 238

Superpower: Good intuition. I can sense how true or good a person really is. Telekinesis would be pretty cool to have.

Favourite drink: Coffee

Song you love right now: Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Dream career: Art Curator

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

How do you keep your hair: I keep it down or sometimes in a ponytail or bun. And braids when I have to be a little "formal".

Christmas or Halloween: Christmas

Tagging: @bblangdon @1-800-bitchcraft @doubtersgetnocookies @evanpeterseffect @extraordinaryxmen @slightlyvicked @cheerocracyx @petersfern-fics

#Tag game #Personal

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loveslostloser · 5 years

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listen to your heart // peter maximoff

a/n: so this is officially my first (published) fanfiction! i’m so nervous about posting this, i’m not confident in my writing whatsoever but @petersfern-fics really inspired me to write more and actually post it ♡ i wrote this while listening to the D.H.T version of Listen To Your Heart and low key cried. i hope you guys like it ♡

warnings: i mean, i cried but i’m also a total loser

word count: 925 sweet jesus

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You walked the busy halls of the academy, making your way to the library to meet Peter for your study session. The two of you had been friends for years, although lately, you had begun to feel differently about him. Something in the way he smiled made your heart skip. Of course, Peter had no clue about any of this. As far as he knew, you two were the best of friends and nothing more. You passed a room and froze when you glanced inside.

He was there. His arms around another girl, his lips pressed to hers.

It felt as if all the air had vanished from your lungs and your chest began to ache. You threw your hand over your mouth to stifle any sound that threatened to escape your lips, your feet hastening to carry you away from the heartbreak you had just witnessed. When you had finally made it to your room and shut the door, the barriers you had put up to keep your emotions from spilling out shattered as you fell against the door and slid down with your head in your hands.

Peter waited for an hour in the library, wondering where you were or what could be keeping you. Something didn’t feel right. You were never this late. He got up and in an instant, he was at your door. He heard something on the other side of the door. Were you crying? He knocked lightly, a sick feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”, he asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.

“Go away, Peter. I’m not in the mood.”, you said sharply. You knew he was clueless as to why you were acting like this but you couldn’t stop the harsh tone that laced your words.

“What? Y/N what happened? What’s going on?”, he asked, trying to keep from sounding too frantic.

You sighed heavily and got out of your bed, opening the door abruptly. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy, your breath shook with emotion every inhale and exhale. Seeing him just brought everything back.

“Y/N… Wh-What happened?”, he stuttered, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder. He was surprised when you shrugged his hand away.

“It’s nothing, Peter. I’ll be fine, just… Go hang out with your girlfriend or something… I just want to be alone…”, you said softly, desperately trying to keep your tears inside.

“My girlfriend? What-”

A wave of realization washed over him. He felt so stupid. How did he not see it before? He had felt the same way for so long but had convinced himself that you two were never meant to be more than friends. He had always felt so inadequate whenever he imagined the two of you together. That you deserved someone better, smarter, more handsome. But seeing you this way, knowing it was his obliviousness that had caused it, crushed him.

“Y/N listen-”, he started, trying to explain what had happened.

“Peter. It doesn’t matter, okay? You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’ll see you later.”, you said and began to close the door.

But in the blink of an eye, he was standing behind you, refusing to just give up.

“Y/N, let me explain. Please.”, he said, practically begging.

You bit your lip and sighed.

“Fine…”, you conceded, finding it impossible to argue with him.

“Look… I don’t have an excuse for why I kissed her… It didn’t mean anything to me, she doesn’t mean anything to me…”, he said, wringing his hands. You had never seen him this nervous before. “The only girl that has ever meant anything to me is you. From the day I met you, I knew you were different. You’ve always been there for me, no matter what and you’re the only person I’ve ever been able to trust completely. I just… I never thought that I had a chance with you… You deserve so much more, so much… Better…”

His voice wavered, emotion rising within him. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. How could he ever think he wasn’t good enough? He was everything you could have ever asked for, and more. He always knew how to make you smile, no matter how bad of a day you had. He was the first person you thought of in the mornings and the last person you thought of before you fell asleep. There was no one you’d rather spend your time with. The hurt you felt when you saw him kissing the other girl was still gnawing in the back of your mind, but seeing him there, the emotion swirling in his dark eyes. You felt your heart beat faster, encouraging you to step towards him, pleading with you to reconsider.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and let your feet carry you to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt his hands immediately hold you close, feeling the security only found in his embrace. After a moment though, you felt his hand move, gently tilting your chin up to look at him.

“I never meant to hurt you…”, he said, his eyes searching through yours. “It’s only ever been you, Y/N…”

With that, he leaned in, connecting his lips to yours. His hand held your neck gently, as warmth swelled inside you. When you both parted for air, he placed a soft kiss on your nose before pulling you into his arms once more.

#i'm really sorry if this sucks #seriously i may take it down #peter maximoff #xmen #apocalypse #days of future past #marvel #fanfic #peter #evan peters #muffin

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dailylangdon · 5 years

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Love Like Winter (Winter Anderson x Reader)

Warnings: Oral sex, alcohol use, fingering, lack of plot

How did you end up like this?

You hadn't seen her in god knows how long. She was just a girl you knew from school. It was Christmas break from college and by chance you ran into her on your first night back in town.

She took you to her place and you split a frozen cherry lime wine cooler. The two of you talked about old times and dissolved into giggles. Next thing you knew, every piece of your clothing was hastily peeled off your body.

Goosebumps pricked your naked flesh. Somehow during the fumbling kisses and disrobing, she'd led you to her room and shoved you onto the bed. Standing before you completely clothed, the fire in her eyes said you wouldn't be cold long.

She crawled up the bed, eyes glued to you. Her blue-painted nails pressed into your thighs, prying them apart. The dark-eyed gaze didn't leave your face as she grazed your folds with her fingertip. You gasped at the sudden contact.

"So wet," she husked, placing the finger in her mouth. She groaned and closed her eyes at the taste of you.

"Winter," you whimpered, hardly audible, "Please."

She smirked and hiked her short black skirt up. You could have cried when she straddled you, grinding you. Her lips pressed to your chin and trailed down to your neck. Your breath hitched when her teeth scraped the area below your ear.

"'Please' what, baby?" Her tongue ran across the blooming love bite.

"Fuck me," you said before you were fully aware of it.

You felt her smirk against your skin. She pecked kisses down your collarbone until she got to your right nipple. Her lips wrapped around the perky bud and she tugged it between her teeth. You gasped and held onto the back of her white shirt. She gave the other nipple the same treatment and then kissed down your stomach.

Winter got onto the floor and pulled your legs to hang off the bed. She left hot, wet kisses on your inner thighs and looked up at you.

"You sure?" Her breath tickled then warmth between your legs, making you shudder. Your face burned and you stared up at the ceiling. All you could do was nod.

She chuckled, leaning forward and giving you a long, languid lick up your folds. She held one of your hips and used her other hand to slide two slender fingers inside your cunt.

It took everything in you to keep your hips still when she softly liked your clit and curled her fingers inside of you. She stroked a spot deep inside of you that made your eyes water.

"Winnie," you panted. "I'm-I'm gonna-"

"Just do it," she mumbled against you. "Just cum for me, pretty girl."

She took her fingers out of you and gave a firm thrust while sucking your bundle of nerves--you were gone. Your legs shook, you moaned, and your body was drenched.

Winter gave you sweet licks until you were past the point of over sensitivity. You tugged her pigtails and the noise she made was almost enough to make you want to go for round two.

She covered you with a sheet and snuggled up against you. Her lips pressed kisses over your neck.

"Welcome home, baby."

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13 with outpost michael

Thank you so much for sending this in anon! I know the prompt was fluffy but it got away from me and turned smutty oops

Anyway! This is the first non fluffy piece I’ve posted and while I’m really happy with how it came out I’m still kinda weary because I’m not used to writing smut lol I would love love love to hear what you think/how I can improve. Hope you see this anon, sorry I took so long! I rewatched the morning after for help w characterization lol

The bundle of nerves that swell in Y/N’s tummy were unbearable. She fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve, twisting the delicate buttons in between her fingers. Y/N had her interview with Langdon and she wasn’t sure which thought made her more nervous; not getting let into the sanctuary or being alone with him in a room.

She looked up from her idle pass time when she heard the door slide open, allowing Mr. Langdon to stride inside and take a seat across from her. Amber flames wicking furiously in the fireplace, illuminated his long blonde waves and casted a beautiful glow on his pale skin. She often found herself thinking of his skin and how porcelain it was. She wanted to run her fingers over it, the thought alone raised goosebumps to her arm.

“Y/N” he spoke her name out slowly. She hated that she loved how it dripped from his lips. “No need to be so nervous,” he shot her a wicked grin. “All I expect is the truth. And I have no reason to believe you’ll disappoint. Or I am I wrong?” he tested her. “No, sir. I understand.” she chewed on the inside of her lip, keeping focused on what he said.

He crossed his legs, resting his hands in his lap, “Very well, then. Tell me about your chastity.” he leered, eyeing the silver band adorning her delicate finger. Her mouth gaped at the question. She knew humanity was on the brink of extinction and procreation would be expected, but she could not find the answer he was looking for. As if he could read her thoughts, he sighed heavily, “Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear.” his annoyance evident in his voice. “Tell me about the promise you made to your god,” he chuckled. Y/N could tell how much he was enjoying this with the way his remarks weighed heavily in ridicule. Quite frankly it angered Y/N to not be taken seriously by this man. The flash of anger did not go unnoticed by Michael; if anything it only edged him to press her further.

“I’m not playing any games Y/N,” he paused for a moment before standing and walking to the desk. He casually leaned back against it, crossing one foot behind the other. “Did you honor your promise?” he fought a smile poorly. “No.” her cheeks burned hotter than the fire besides her.

He hummed, running his hands over the smooth wooden surface, “Not as pure as you let others believe,” he stated, his eyes wandering up and down her frame.

“I have no control over what others think of me,” she quipped, the cool silver metal of the ring feeling heavier than she remembered. He rolled his eyes, “What did I say about lying?” he was having fun with her. He wanted to see just how far he could push her boundaries. “You prance around the outpost with a holier than thou attitude,” he scoffed, “when we both know how aggressively you work your pretty little fingers on your clit behind closed doors.” The air felt heavy with the tension between the two. Michael kept his composure nonchalant, but the girl felt her heart beating out of her chest.

“Tell me, Y/N” his voice echoed around the room, “do you miss the feeling of having someone’s cock buried in your pussy?” Before she can say anything, he lifts a finger in the air, “I won’t remind you again - honesty.” he licked his lips.

She nodded her head yes, keeping hold of his steel gaze. With the dim lighting of the room and the candles flickering around him, she couldn’t settle on the color of his eyes, but depths of them engulfed her.

A smug smile made its way to his chiseled face as he stood of up straight. He motioned her to him with his pointed finger, “Come here,” he commanded. “Why?” she furrowed her brows, questioning him. Another sigh came from Langdon, “Just come here,” he fought the innate urge to roll his eyes.

She rose from here seat and didn’t hesitate to make her way to him. He walked around her until she was the one pressed against the desk. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her off her feet, perching her up on the desk. Standing in between her legs, he got close enough to rub the tip of his nose against hers. Y/N’s heartbeat was increasing and he could sense it. “Relax,” he muttered, another devilish grin flashed across his face. He dragged his finger down your neck and ran it over your exposed collarbone. “Take off your dress.” he instructed easily. Y/N couldn’t keep up with the thoughts racing through her head; all she knew in that moment was the feeling of her panties dampening beneath her gown as her desire for him grew. Hesitation out the window she began riding herself of the dated gown, he held her steady as they watched it fall to the ground, leaving her in silky white panties.

Langdon stepped back to take in the sight of her sitting almost completely exposed to him. Her skin appeared to be glowing with sheen as the shadows danced along it. Her legs were slightly parted and watching her wet her lips with the tip of her tongue made the bulge in his pants twitch.

“Beautiful,” he mummered, closing the gap between them again. She tilted her head up, wanting to meet her lips to his. Langdon blossomed by seeing the desperation in her eyes. Knowing he had the power to watch her come undone was almost enough for him.

Ghosting his lips over her neck, her jawline, and her lips caused a shiver to run down her spine. “Please,” she drawled out, closing her eyes, allowing the sensation of his breath against her skin to tickle her senses.

“Please what?” smugness evident in his tone. “Touch me please.” Y/N’s eyes reopened to hold his gaze. Having her right were he wanted her, he trailed his fingers down the valley between her breasts, past her tummy, and to the waistband of her panties. Dropping to his knees, he came eye level with her pussy. He looked up at her through his lashes, red eyeshadow much more prominent from her new point of view and he looked like he dripped of sin and Y/N was insatiable for him.

Michael could smell her arousal and he knew he couldn’t his charade much longer; he needed to taste her. He needed to see her become his. He began by sponging a wet kiss to her cloth covered core, earning him the most delicate gasp he’s ever heard. He smirked against her, “Did you like that, princess?” he rubbed the tip of his nose back and forth a bit, making her squirm. His hands gripped at her knees, stopping her movements, “Uh - uh,” he shook his head, “Need you to stay still for me.” he said as he slid her underwear down her legs. “Yes, sir.” she bit down on her lip, the nerves she felt before the interview began now placed someone else. With that, he brought his index and middle finger up to her pout, “Get them nice and wet for me.” he chuckled, his free hand roaming up and down her thigh. Y/N opened her lips and began sucking on his digits, she swirled her tongue around them in an obscene manner, causing him to groan and pull his hand back. It was her turn to smirk now.

After what Y/N felt like an eternity of foreplay and teasing, Michael finally touched where she so longed for him. Langdon ran his spit covered fingers down her wet folds before leaning in and licking a stripe down her center. He licked her once more, her sweet taste drugging him into an animalistic state. He attached his lips to her clit, sucking on the bud whilst he entered his fingers in her. Crescent shaped moons began forming on her thighs from the grip he had on her. Above him was a whimpering mess. She could feel her wetness and his saliva spill down her thighs as he continued his attack of pleasure. Her panting increased as her thoughts clouded over with bliss. Michael kept his right hand on her thigh, but his left reached for hers. He laced his fingers with hers as he brought her closer to her orgasm; never breaking his mouth from her pussy, he slid her chastity ring off of her finger and managed to place it around his pinky. He smirked against her and sucked harshly, and brought his hand down to her pussy. “Fuck,” she choked out, “Please, oh god” she begged. Curling his fingers deep inside caused her to unravel for him. Michael continued licking the mess she made until she rode out her orgasm.

Rising from his knees, he took her hands and pulled her off the desk, and crashed his lips to hers. They tangled their tongues together, exploring each others mouths. Michael was the first to pull away, tugging her bottom lip with his teeth as he did. “It appears that we’ll have to extend this interview..” he mused, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’d like that.” she blushed. She bent down to pick her panties up, but he was quicker. He snatched them and tucked them into his back pocket. “You can get these during phase two.” a playful glint in his eyes, “Tonight. In my room. I won’t tolerate tardiness, Ms. Y/L/N” She shook her head, giggling a bit. “Yes, sir.”

“It’s Michael.” he corrected her. “Okay then, Michael’ she tested the name, “do I get my ring back during phase two?”

“No,” he let out against her mouth, kissing her again, “that’s mine now.” he looked down to admire the little silver band around his pinky. “You’re mine now.”

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