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No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 1

Repost from my old blog. Thankfully I had them posted on my AO3 account. Which if any of you are interested its evanthomashollandhiddleston. And here's a link to the series over there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26051317/chapters/63355576

It was time. I knew of my purpose from my conception. It wasn't a normal child. I didn't come into the world by normal means. I wasn't ever a gift from God I was a nightmare from Satan, at least in my mother's eyes. My father however, he loved me more than anything. It didn't matter how many times I accidentally lost my temper and someone paid their ultimate price, he would always be there cheering me on, making sure I was okay, even when I suddenly grew up overnight. I wasn't an adult and I wasn't prepared for it, neither was he, but he was there.

I looked in the mirror. Why these eyes? Why does face? Why light hair? Why am I made to look like this as opposed to all of the other things I could look like? Everything, I could have had and I'm this. I don't think I'm a horrible, but was his son going to feel that way? Right now wasn't the time to critique Satan’s creation. Now it's time to go, leave behind everything I ever knew. Everything I that ever made me feel secure: my father and my home. I was supposed to meet someone that I had never met before and I was expected to be married and be faithful to him when I didn't even know what his face looked like? I was told if I forsake Him and his plan in any way he would strike me down and send a new one. Did I really want this life? I can't do that to my father I couldn't make his life worse than it was. He needed me, always told me he did. How could I go and live in hell and in a way make him as well? I packed my bag. All of the few possessions I owned. It's time to go. I went over to my father.

“I have to go, He is calling me to my destiny.”

‘I know it has darling.” He was always so good to me. Despite the sadness his eyes held, he showed me the sweetest smile. “The Cortez will always be your home, but you must start anew. Never forget to come visit. Never forget how much I love you. Now you must go, meet your future husband. Make the most of what you have, your destiny is written for you, but you are still you.” I hugged him and walked out of the building before I lose the nerve. The taxi driver looked at me odd, as if he knew what I truly was, but I just told them simply where to go. Kineros Robotics, that's where I need to be. He drove me to my destination and refused my payment. Must’ve truly been scared of me. I went to the building and was greeted by a red-headed woman. She just looked like someone who would be a bitch and it didn’t change after she spoke.

“Appointment only. Don't care who you are or what you're here for.”

“I'm here to see somebody, the appointment was a moot point, at least that’s what I was told.” So a little white lie, wouldn’t affect her.

“Well Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter are in their lab. I assume you are here.” The way she said it was snippy and condescending. I knew what she was referring to. I, in no way, look like a prostitute. My skirt covered my ass, and my shirt covered everything. I shook my head.

“No, I'm here to see Mr. Langdon.”

“No appointment, no entry.”

“I'm going in whether or not you say I can. I will get in by any means necessary.” I reached into my bag to grab my knife I always carried with me.

“Alright fine go in quickly before I make you leave.” I did so and spent the next few minutes of wandering aimlessly. I found the lab, I knew even if Michael wasn't there, there would be another human being there that could show me where to go, I went in and 2 of the most desperate looking men, if you can really call them men, with the worst haircuts I've ever seen were snorting lines of coke. I made myself known.

“Who are you and why are you here?” the strawberry blond asked me.

“I’m here for Langdon.” I replied. They looked at each other as if surprised.

“Why? You a whore he paid for?”

“No. I’m here because his Father sent me. I’m here for a very important mission. Don’t you ever fucking call me a whore again.” They looked at each other and pointed to the office door. I went over and knocked. After a few moments I went inside. I found him sitting in his chair. He spun the chair around to face me.

“About time you showed up.”

“Well what a way to greet your future wife,” I stated.

“He didn’t do too bad in creating you. Tell me, if we both are born of Satan, aren’t we really siblings?’

“I don’t question your Father. We are not siblings, thankfully. This is awkward enough as it is. My father is Malthus, your father’s right hand man.”

“See Father never told me that. How do you know that if I don’t?”

“I can talk to my father, and you to yours. Satan speaks to me through Malthus. Besides, we both know I’m supposed to be your wife. I don’t get a choice, and I don’t know if you do or not. I’m am not a first choice, I do understand that.” He shook his head slightly.

“No. Given how he normally acts, you are a thousand times better than what I was expecting.”

“Alright, well I guess thanks for the compliment. Do you know why now was the time to send me up here?” He shook his head.

“I don’t and I honestly have no idea what we do from here. I’ve been given no instruction other than to impregnate you, but when was never in them.”

“So what do I do? I mean, why did I have to leave my old life now and not a few days before the apocalypse?” He shrugged.

“I suppose you can stay here. I have an important meeting with the cooperative in a few minutes. Why don’t you go out and supervise the idiots out in the lab.”

“Alright, well no one expects much of me other than to carry your heir so, alright.”

“I’m sorry, but you are not to know the details of the apocalypse.”

“I’m aware that I’m basically a fucktoy for you, so I’ll go.” I walked out and sat across from the bowl-cut losers.

“So who are you exactly?” The brunette asked.

“Michael’s wife.”

“He’s married? He looks like 20.”

“His appearance and age don’t matter. Satan sent me for him.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here now.”

“He told me too. I don’t get a choice in any of this. He sent my father, to use a vessel to impregnate my mother to have me. My mother left as soon as I was born. My father, raised me to know of my purpose. He wanted me to be somewhat prepared. I am to bear his child and if I am incapable of that, another will be sent for him. Otherwise we are to only lie with each other. No one else.”

“You’re just supposed to be here for when he needs to fuck?”

“For his child yes. I will care about him, but for now it’s as if we’re acquaintances.”

“What do we call you?”

“Call me Ash. You guys?”

“I’m Jeff and this is Mutt.”

“Alright. I’m in charge of supervising you so don’t fuck up and do what you’re supposed to and everything will be fine. I know quite a bit about robotics and shit, so if you need help with anything ask.” I smiled and walked over and laid down on the couch. This was going to be so exciting.

No Choice (Michael Langdon x OFC) Pt. 2

Repost from my old blog. Also available on my AO3: Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26051317/chapters/63355714#workskin

2 Years Later 18 months. We’d been down here for 18 months. I was certain I was close to losing my calm.

Michael had visited me once around 3 months ago. Of course, no one knew this. He had spent his time here kissing me, touching me, fucking me, even impregnating me. He had not returned since. I knew it could be a while until he did. I had yet to tell him of our family’s growth.

I was sitting in the lounge area in front of the fire. I was on the floor, looking for some sort of sign, even if I knew the chances of there being one was slim to none. I was attempting to now meditate when Coco came into the room. She plopped down, rather ungracefully. She began droning on about how the outpost wasn’t what she wanted it to be.

“I mean no sex? Shouldn’t we be breeding for the New World or whatever?” It was a constant occurrence, her endless complaining. I had grown sick of it. “Oh, I am so sure the New World need filled with children as entitled and spoiled as you.”

“Did Ms. Solitary say something? I guess we need more anti-social bitches like you right?” I turned and looked towards her.

“Whatever, you are nothing. All you are good for is being a spoiled brat. You know so little about me, and refuse to try, so caught in your self-absorbed ways. ‘Because my daddy had money, I got to survive the fucking apocalypse. But there’s no 5 course meals, and no sex. Poor me.’ You know, even if we were allowed to, no one would want to fuck a narcissistic bitch like you.” I stood. “You must get off from hearing your own voice, because you use it so damn much. You’d be the only one to, cause no one else wants to hear that.” She walked over and slapped me. I faced her smiling, knowing I’d gotten to her. I turned sharply and went to my room.

Not even 10 minutes after I returned to my quarters, Veneble busted in. “Lounge. Now. We have a very important guest.” I got up and she pulled me to her. She whispered into my ear. “You will be punished for what was said to Coco.” I moved back and around her, heading into the lounge once again.

That’s when I saw him. Michael. He was finally here, in the flesh.

“Hello again Ash,” he spoke.

“You know him?” Coco asked disgusted. I ignored her.

“Now that everyone is here…I’m Mr. Langdon, and I represent the Cooperative. I have been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival. I could take all of you, or none of you. Those who make it, live. Those who don’t end up like my horses. I will begin by interviewing each and every one of you individually.”

“I’ll go first,” I heard Gallant proclaim.

“Ms. March will be first.” He spoke looking at me. I got up and stood by him.

“If you know each other, how is it fair to me? She’ll obviously get in, without even earning it,” Coco complained, yet again.

“Now, now Miss St. Pierre Vanderbilt. I’ll put all of our previous meetings away. It will be based on interview. This is not a know-who situation.” Langdon had stoked my upper arm, before escorting me to his office. Once the door was closed he spoke again.

“You’re pregnant.” It was a statement not a question. Of course he knew, he was the anti-Christ after all.

“Yes, Mr. Langdon. I assume you knew as soon as it happened, yes?”

“So wise. Our child will inherit the world, Mrs. Langdon. He will be a great and powerful leader.” I smiled. The gap between us was closing very quickly.

“I’m aware, your father had informed me of that even before I came to Earth.” I reached my hand up and pulled his lips to mine. “How missed you, my dear husband.” He laid his hands on my belly, smiling.

“I’ve missed you too my sweet.” He led me to his chair. He sat and had me sit on his lap.

“Are you going to interview me? How else will I get into the Sanctuary?” I smiled and he kissed me again.

“I suppose you could earn your way. Maybe, service me and I’ll allow it.”

“With great pleasure, sir.” I smirked kissing him again more passionately. Just then there was a knock on the door. I got off of him and he went to answer it.

“What?” He angrily spoke to the person.

“I believe Ms. March here has broken a few rules. Including our most important. How else would she have ended up pregnant?” It was Veneble. She had never liked me and now probably hated me for knowing Michael.

“Well, I’m sure I can a fit and just punishment for her. How do you know she is?”

“I have my ways Mr. Langdon.” With that she shot me a glare and left.

“A good little girl getting pregnant? What would God think? I mean perhaps he’d smite you where you stand.” He was playing now.

“Pleasures of the flesh, are so addictive darling. Fuck God. Hail Satan.” We reconnected our bodies. “Besides is it really a sin to have sexual relations with one’s husband?”

“I suppose I should punish you then. Since you’ve broken such an important rule.” I bit my lip. “We should wait until tonight, that way I truly draw it out. Now, go. I have more interviews to conduct.” I got up and went to the door. “Until tonight, Mrs. Langdon.”

No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 3

Repost from my old blog. Also available on my AO3 account.

Pre-Apocalypse

I’d been with Michael now for about a month now. I was going crazy at the monotony of everyday. We’d wake early and go into Kineros. There I’d spend my day listening to Jeff and Mutt go on about robotics and cocaine. They also made suggestive comments and jokes towards me. Then around 5, Michael would finally be done with his meetings and we’d head home. There we’d eat whatever I chose to make, normally it was pasta, and go to bed. All I knew about him was what his father told me. I know he wasn’t exactly happy to be stuck with me but, he could at least try. Tonight, I planned to learn more about him as person. We had made it home and I made French toast. It was the one thing I knew he liked. I put the plate in front of him and sat across the table. I took a bite before talking. “Michael, how um… how was your day?” I asked. I didn’t know what to ask in order to start the conversation, I never was the conversational type. “Fine, you know I can’t tell you anything.” His response was quick and cold, as if it was so rehearsed it was a second nature to him. “Ok. Well, Jeff and Mutt got quite a bit done on your project today.” All he did was hum in response and the room went quiet as we ate. “Do like being there?” He questioned after a few moments. I was a bit taken aback by it. “Well, I guess. I mean, I wish the boys were a little more appropriate.” “What do you mean?” “They make comments and jokes. They’ve asked how much I charge you, or how I have to be a firecracker in bed. Stuff like that.” “Why didn’t you say something before?” “It isn’t my place.” My voice was barely above a whisper when I said it. “Besides, you have more important issues than my comfortability level.” “You are important and I want to feel comfortable,” his tone was level, stating it as a matter of fact. I let out a small, sarcastic laugh. “You sure don’t act like it.” I didn’t even realize I said it before it was too late. “I’m sorry ignore that.” “No, I won’t. Please go on, tell me what makes you say that.” “You don’t talk to me. I only know things about you because of your Father. I understand I’m just a forced marriage, but we can at least try right?” I got up and started cleaning off the table. “I don’t appreciate your assumptions. I know you, better than you do. Father has opened my eyes to your mind. Every happy moment, every ‘I love you’, and every dirty, little secret. I know you know my past so why does it matter if I tell you? How does that show my affections?” He was standing in front of me, looking down into my eyes. “A month. A month of no stimulating conversation from you. No intimacies of any sort. I’m your fiancée, I deserve something from you. Please. A fucking hug or pat on the shoulder, just something. Talk to me about your day, ask me about mine,” I said. I took a deep breath, chuckling as I shook my head. “What am I even doing? What can I ask of you? There are no repercussions, I’m stuck with you no matter what.” I walked off. I heard him calling me as I did but I just continued on to the bedroom. There I locked the door and laid on the bed crying. Who knew a demon spawn would have so much emotion?

Outpost 3

I left Michael’s office only to be brought down to dinner. He didn’t come down for about 15 minutes. I could feel Veneble’s eyes on me the entire time. Hers and of Coco’s. I did shift a couple times at the lack comfortability. Once Michael did return their glares didn’t cease. At one end of the table they were discussing various rumors. I wasn’t paying attention. I decided to talk to Michael through our minds. What took you so long? I asked him. My thoughts were too entranced with you. Can’t very well show that in front of everyone else. Of course. That’s my business only. I smiled at the thought of how I effected Michael. Veneble has been staring me down since I got here. I’m aware. I can feel the tension. She’ll get hers soon enough. As will that rich blonde. I continued eating and before I could respond I heard Veneble stand and stamp her cane on the ground firmly. Everyone’s attention was immediately drawn to her. “As you all should know, the rules here are non-negotiable. Breaking them can result in dire consequences. However, despite this, someone has disobeyed, resulting in a pregnancy.” Everyone looked shocked at the statement and I looked over at Michael. The whispers soon began about who it could be. “Who is it?” Gallant asked to her. “Miss March, perhaps you’d like to enlighten us at to the situation,” Veneble spoke venomously. All eyes moved to me. “Shouldn’t matter. It’s no one else’s business. The Cooperative are aware of the situation, and that’s all I care to share.” Michael stood. “We are very aware of her pregnancy and have no plans to punish her. This will be the first child of the New World, and we don’t want to cause any harm to the fetus or mother,” his voice was so even, something I’d always admired. “Now, I believe Mr. Gallant said he would like to go come get interviewed.” Gallant stood and followed Michael to his office. “Miss March, Langdon may have let you off, but you will still have to face the consequences of your actions.” She left the room. I knew nothing would happen, Michael wouldn’t allow it. I got up and went to my room. After about an hour of reading, I heard a knock on my door. I went over to answer it, finding Michael. He entered my room and sat on the bed while I shut and locked the door. “How was your interview with Gallant?” I asked sitting next to him. “He wanted me to fuck him,” he said. “I also talked to Veneble.” “What did she have to say?” “She said I have no power here and she is the one in charge.” “Soon she’ll be gone, right love?” He nodded. “What can I do to take your mind off of it?” “No, I think it best for us both to go to bed. I will see you in the morning my queen.” He got up and left. Something seemed wrong and I knew it wasn’t Veneble. His Father must have done something. I’d figure it out tomorrow, because he was right, it was time to go to bed.

Pre-Apocalypse

It had been about an hour since Michael and I’s argument, and I had finally calmed myself down. I suddenly heard a knock. “Ashley, can I please come in?” It was Michael, who else would it be. I got up and unlocked the door. He opened up the door and I went back to the bed, laying down on my side. He came and sat on the other side. “Listen, about earlier-” “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just go to bed like every other night.” He shifted and turned me to face him. His eyes were so soft and the bright cerulean made him look almost human. He moved forward and pressed his lips to mine. It was sweet and gentle. He pulled away. “I want this to work, I’m just not used to people being there for me. I don’t want to lose another person who is important to me. I never have done this before, shared feelings or affection. I’m sorry,” his voice was low and I could tell he meant it. “I’m sorry too. I just always imagined being in one of those romantic movies. Life isn’t like that, I realized. I said things I regret but it’s too late to take back. I love you Michael, whether or not you could believe that. I’m going to go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” I rolled over and got under the covers. Michael shed his clothes, except his boxers and crawled in next to me. For the first time ever, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. That was the best sleep I’d ever gotten. Just as I was about to drift off to dreamland I heard him whisper, “I love you too.”

No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 4

Also available on my AO3.

Outpost 3

I awoke the next morning to a knock on my door. It was rough and loud, which informed me immediately that it wasn’t Michael. I got out of bed and answered it, in my nightgown. I opened the door to find Veneble.

“Good morning, Miss March. Please come with me right now, as I’ve got something special in mind for today.” She pulled me out the door harshly, directing me to the stairs. We went down to the first floor and she took me into the room she used to punish those who broke her rules. She shoved me in, and I fell onto my stomach.

“What the Hell?!” I screamed, she had Mead quickly tie up my hands and hang me from the ceiling. I was somewhat disoriented as I’d hit my head when she pushed me.

“You can’t do this.”

“I reign supreme here, and I will do as I wish and see fit. You’ve broken a rule and there must be punishment for your actions. I’m afraid killing you would only result in an angry Langdon. Should you say, disappear, then there would be no way he knew I was involved,” she walked around me in a circle. “Tell me, who is the father?”

“I’m not telling you shit! It is the father and my business not yours.”

“Perhaps then some, incidents will befall you and this bastard child will suffer as well. Besides, a whore like you doesn’t deserve to be a mother.” She rubbed her hand across my small bump as she threatened. She took her hand off and went towards the door. “Down here, no can hear you. Scream all you want, it will do no good. I will return tomorrow with Miss Mead. I suggest you consider identifying the father, or you will regret the day you were ever saved from the bombs.” She left.

I tired to pull my arms down. Of course, it was to no avail. I spent the next 15 minutes screaming, and once again nothing came from it. Michael would look for me, I knew he would.

(Michael! Please, please hear me!) I pleaded in my head. I hoped our telekinetic link would still work.

(Ashley, my queen, where are you? Veneble said she simply could not find you this morning. I know she’s a liar.) He replied after a few minutes.

(The punishment room. Ask around, you’ll find it.) I started to drift off into a sleep, though why was unknown to me. A while later I heard the door open. It woke me and I looked up, hoping to everything I knew that it was Michael. Much to my dismay, it wasn’t.

“Have you decided to come clean?” It was Veneble’s voice.

“No fucking way.” She walked over and hit my stomach with her cane. “Fuck!”

“This is no way to abort a child, but if I have to, a fall down a flight of stairs should take care of it don’t you think? Now tell, who is the father?!” Just then I heard the door again and saw Veneble whip around to see Michael.

“What the hell are you doing?! Did I not tell you I would take care of the situation? You’ve been on thin fucking ice since I got here, and tis is over the line.” He walked over pushing her to the floor. He reached up and freed my hands. “You OK, baby?”

I nodded lightly.

“Why do you treat her so highly? Explain to me why her and her bastard child are so important to you.” Veneble screamed from the floor. Michael put his foot on her neck.

“This is my wife and my child. You are nothing but pathetic scum. How dare you threaten my wife.” He pushed harder until I heard a pop. Her body went limp. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up love.” He picked me up and carried me to his room, ignoring the glares we received from the other residents of the Outpost.

Pre-Apocalypse

2 weeks had passed since that fight. It seemed as though our bond had grown exponentially. Michael had become much more affectionate. Not PDA necessarily, but it was hand holding and every once in a while, a kiss on the cheek. The latter was initiated by either party, primarily me at first. Mutt and Jeff had ceased their inappropriate comments to me as well.

I was making dinner, when I felt arms wrap around me. I turned and saw Michael, his chin resting on my shoulder. I smiled as I stirred the sauce for our spaghetti.

“What are you doing, Mikey?” I asked trying to focus my eyes on the stove.

“Can’t I hug my fiancé from behind?” He replied. “Where did you learn to cook anyway?”

“Well, Miss Evers, my dad’s maid, taught me. She never really liked me, but tried to get in good with my dad.” He hummed in response. “Food’s ready. Wanna help me set the table?” Michael grabbed plate and silverware, setting the table without complaint. We sat down to eat.

“How was your day?” he asked. Uneventful. The coke heads are almost done with your project. How was yours?”

“Long. I swear I work with idiots. Can’t do the simplest thing. It seems the apocalypse will be occurring sooner than expected.”

“How soon?”

“A month. Don’t worry I have a place for you. Unfortunately, I’m expected to leave you at an Outpost, before we get to reunite. The wedding for us should be taking place next week.”

“Wow, rushing things. We’ll get everything figured out.”

After dinner, I cleaned up the mess and went into the bedroom. I was sitting on the bed, reading some true crime book I’d found. Michael followed laying next to me.

“One week, and you are officially Mrs. Langdon,” he commented. I put the book on the nightstand and faced him. “You excited?”

“How could I not be? I’m going to be marrying you.” I chuckled rolling on to my back.

“I sense hesitation, do you not want to?”

“Of course, I do. I’m just…nervous. It’s a big life change.”

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be great. We’ll go in front of the church and be unified in evil and love.” He kissed me and for whatever reason, that was enough to calm my nerves, even if it was just temporary.

No Choice: (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 5

Pre-Apocalypse

It was officially my wedding day. Michael was in a different room. My dress was black with dark red lace detail. My hair was pulled back in a gorgeous style and my makeup was rather neutral. A red lace veil completed my wedding attire. My nerves were in overdrive, though I didn’t know why. I was excited to be with Michael, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be married already. I was still so young. I knew my destiny for years, and it was no surprise we were getting rushed, yet I somewhat didn’t want to face the truth. I knew my fate was sealed and there was no getting out of it, but I still felt an urge to run. I heard the door click behind me.

“You look stunning. I know I shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding, but Father said I should talk to you.” Michael spoke. I turned to look at him. He was in a tux with a shirt that matched my veil.

“I don’t know, I just…Do you wish you could just live your life the way you wanted without any expectations and concrete plans? There’s so much I haven’t done, and I’m so young. Yet, I’m settling down and getting married,” I looked down at the ground.

“I mean yeah, but I want to marry you even if I didn’t get a choice in a bride. Do you not want to get married? Is it something I did?”

“No Michael, I’m thrilled that I get to be yours. I guess I just wish I had more control. When I was a kid, I knew that I was going to marry you. That is my purpose to marry you and procreate. Back then, I could just be. No expectations, no fate,” I looked up at him. My eyes were watering, threatening to fuck up my eyeliner and mascara.

“I know how you feel. For now, we have to follow our guide, do what we’re told. But I promise, when the world becomes ours, you can do anything you want. I mean within reason but, you will be free again.” He used his thumbs to wipe the stray tear that rolled down my cheek. “I love you Ash.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go get married."

The wedding was perfect and our unity in Satan was sealed. We had foregone having a reception, so we just returned to our home. I had gone to the bedroom to prepare to consummate our marriage, while Michael said he needed to grab a couple things. I had slipped off the dress, making my while lingerie visible. I went over to the dresser and slipped on some thigh high stockings and garters. I was nervous, but excited. I undid my hair letting it fall loosely around my shoulders and face. I went over to put on some light pink lipstick before going back and kneeling on the bed. I heard Michael knock on the door slightly. “Can come in?”

“Of course, Mr. Langdon.” I said trying to sound somewhat seductive. I walked in with a couple glasses of wine and I heard him gulp at my appearance.

“I brought us some wine. Thought it might help relax us before we do anything.” He handed me a glass and sat on the bed beside me. I took a large sip and set it on the nightstand. Michael followed suit and looked over at me.

“So, we’re officially married now.” I spoke unsure what to say.

“Yup, you're now Mrs. Langdon.” He was stiff, and I decided it’d be best to just forget making love for tonight, as he obviously wasn’t into it. I got up and Michael looked at me questioningly. “Where are you going?”

“I was just going to get some pajamas. I mean, you don’t really seem into it tonight so we can do ‘it’ a different night. He got up and walked over to me holding my hands.

“Ash, you’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this night. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before or anything like it. I thought I had calmed down enough but then I cam in and saw you wearing this and you looked so sexy and irresistible and I got scared.” I took my hands out of his and put them on his face.

“I’m scared too. This isn’t something I have ever done, but I want to do this. I want you to be my first and only, and I yours.” I kissed him gently and his hands found my hips, pulling me closer to him. That’s when I could feel his arousal against my leg. We part only to go back over to the bed. Michael laid me down and climbed on top of me. His lips reconnected with mine and the kiss was heated and passionate. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip, requesting access which I willingly gave.

I reached down and started undoing his shirt buttons. He got off me and stripped down to his boxers. He got back on top of me and kissed me before moving down to my neck. I let out a soft moan.

“You look absolutely amazing baby, but I think you’ll look even better without these clothes. May I?” I nodded and he unhooked my bra tossing it onto the floor. He put his hand on one of my breasts and began massaging it.

I let my hand sneak down and cup his manhood gently and he moaned against my neck. He sat up again and slipped his fingers underneath the waist band of my underwear. His eyes investigated mine, as if asking for permission. I nodded and he slipped them off. He got up and removed his own underwear. My eyes widened as I took in his size. I had no idea how it was going to fit. He knelt between my legs, lining himself up.

“Are you ready?” I nodded once more, and he started pushing into me slowly. I bit my lip at the pain of him stretching me out, and soon he was fully inside. “Just tell me when you want me to move.”

After a few moments of deep breaths, I told him he could move, and he did. The pain was quickly replaced with pleasure. Even when I was alone and touched myself, I never felt this feeling before. I felt a knot building up in my lower stomach. Soon it snapped and I felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over me. Michael finished just as I did, spilling his see into me. After a few minutes he pulled out and laid next to me.

“That was…wow.” I said breaking the silence of us catching out breaths.

“Yeah it was. It was amazing. I’m so happy I’m able to call you my wife now. I love you Mrs. Langdon.” I kissed him softly.

“I love you too, Mr. Langdon.”

I Don’t Care What You Do (pornstar!Michael Langdon x fem!reader)

Plot: Michael Langdon works as a pornstar and Y/N is a journalist for a pop culture news company. She’s given the assignment to interview one of the most popular pornstars in the industry and begins to understand that the stigma surrounding sex workers is unfair and that porn stars are just like everyone else, while falling for Michael Langdon.

A/N: I’m tempted to turn this into a series where Y/N becomes more and more curious about porn and even dabbles in it herself eventually. Let me know if you want more!

Warnings: fluff, flirting, professional porn, pornstar!Michael x reader, smut, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, dirty talk

Y/N was genuinely curious about this. Sure, the whole project wasn’t even her idea and in fact, she was a little opposed to participating in it in the beginning, but when her car pulled into the visitor lot at Cooperative Studios, she started becoming more and more passionate about the material. It seemed so… legit and professional! 

About a week ago, one of Y/N’s male coworker’s in their division suggested doing a piece on the porn industry. At first, their manager wanted the guy himself to do it, since he suggested it. But when it became obvious that he only wanted to meet up with one of the actors for a potential hookup, the job was given to Y/N, who reluctantly agreed to do it. Even the actress she was supposed to meet gave the job to another pornstar out of anger from that kind of incident.

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lucifer’s waltz

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii @jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon @codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

read part 2 here! DM me if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

Sam, Dean, Jack, and Castiel were cramped inside the Impala, in search for Michael, the older twin brother of Jack. The Nephilim was causing all kinds of havoc across the world, even managing to escape “angel radar” as Dean put it. It seemed as if Jack was the embodiment of Kelly in all ways (minus when he loses control of his powers) while Michael was the embodiment of Lucifer, always calculating everyone’s moves and having motives that he was planning to carry out. 

Jack and Michael’s thoughts were interlinked, meaning that if Jack thought something, Michael would be able to hear it. Though, lately, it has been dead quiet, with the last message being, “Watch this world rot in Hell for eternity, brother.”

When Jack told this to the other three (Mary was still on a long hunt), and they all dropped their plans, gathering everything they needed to kill a Nephilim. Mary had called her boys, and all they heard were her cries as Michael tortured her for his pleasure. They heard his masochistic laughs in the background, and for Mary, her cries were mostly from fear as Michael showed her the face many have come to recognize as the White Demon. 

The face, one with three upside-down crosses scarred onto the forehead, eyes the color of the darkest onyx, skin as white as snow, with dark veins coming down the eyes, brought fear among all things, even more terrifying that Lucifer’s true face. This was the face of pure, true-born, unadulterated evil. 

Dean’s car was pushed to its limit, the speedometer telling Dean he was going 40 miles over the speed limit, but, luckily, it was a back road behind a farming town. Michael was already influencing the beginning of the end, they all noticed, as corn along the edges of the field slowly turned black and died. Horses tipped over as their muscles withered away, leaving behind a fresh carcass that looked like it was already 5 months into decaying. Michael was stronger than they thought. Perhaps even stronger than Jack and Castiel.

They reached the crossroad where it would lead them to the Antichrist’s location, but it was still over an hour away. As Jack’s grace was stolen by Lucifer, he couldn’t teleport there, and that’s what sucked the most: a Nephilim was the biggest threat to another Nephilim. 

The hour has passed already, and they were nearing Michael’s location. They had passed through roads littered with dead bodies, a fog had come in and forced them to shut the windows and air vents bringing the outside air in, and the sun was blocked completely from the sky. The crops and livestock across the world had already - completely - died off. Only the humans were left.

Just as they were about to reach the three-mile radius of Michael’s location, the car slows, and - finally - dies out. “I thought you put gas in this!” Cas exclaims, looking at Dean with a glare. 

“I thought it had enough gas!”

Jack walks out of the car, closing the door quickly to protect his friends from the fog. 

When he hears it, the high-pitched cries of the polydemons, he knows that this is truly, irrevocably, the end of the world.

lucifer’s waltz [2]

↳ au. Michael is Jack's twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

pairing: Michael x twin!brother!Jack

rating: PG13

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikl-QYQ252Q

tags: @michaellangdonhasbecomemylife @lovelykhaleesiii@jackklinelovesstarwars @supernaturalimagine @michaellangdon@codyfernsource @codyahsfern @codysqueen

author’s note: in no way, shape, or form do I sympathize with Kim Jong Un and Jong-il’s way of thinking and methods, I’m just using them as part of the dialogue in this story.

Jack looks around, the loud, piercing screeches of the polydemons going ‘round and ‘round him, human screams joining the mix as the creatures began eating the flesh off their bones. Michael was inside the barn, simply enjoying the sounds of the screams, and knew that this was humanity’s damnation. They brought it upon themselves. All they did was rape, murder, lie, hustle, and sell their own bodies for the sake of either pleasure, drugs, money, or just because they were sold into it. 

“Don’t be afraid,” Jack clambers back in the car, pushing torn pieces of a bloodied shirt - which he found on the ground outside - to the other three. “Cover your mouths and noses. Do not freeze when we go outside.”

“I never freeze.”

“C’mon, Dean, stop copying Black Panther’s lines for God’s sake,” Sam sighs, tying the cloth around his nose. His older brother glares at him before doing the same, Castiel and Jack already standing outside, waiting for their friends. The Archangel blade held at ready in Castiel’s hand, he takes the lead, Sam, Dean, and Jack holding guns with a bullet ready in the chamber. It won’t do much as they haven’t figured out a spell to create Archangel bullets yet, but it would slow Michael down. 

Castiel slides open the wooden door, making all four hunters see that Michael was standing with his back to them, hands clasped behind him, clear blue eyes watching the outside world through the small window. Castiel put up his hand that held the blade, taking a step towards the Antichrist when the blonde male calls out, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This rotten world turning into its true nature. One poisoned with men’s jealousy, rage, suspicion. I simply just sped up its process. You think that this is my doing? No, this is Mankind’s own doing, but you’re all too blind to see it.” He turns around, blood spotted across his face. “And you’re the worst of them all. Even worse than Kim Jong Un and Kim Jong-il. You both caused apocalypses to happen and yet you think you both are saviors? You’re just pathetic, weak men.”

“I don’t think I’m a savior, but I also do not think I am pathetic and weak!” Dean sarcastically says to him. “Reverse the ending of the world.”

“Or you’ll what?”

“Let’s just say that you will see your father again.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to meet him.”

“Where’s our mom?”

Michael clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Ah, you boys and your mother. I never was close to Kelly, never. Not even when I was in the womb. You think that it was Jack who killed Kelly? That was all me. I was planning to actually kill her and have her die with you still inside her (so you could never escape), but you just had to come out. So, instead of taking all the blame, I just put my memory of killing Kelly inside your brain so I could just watch the guilt eat you. And let me say, it has been entertaining. And to answer your question, she’s right over. . .” he drags out the r, waiting for something.

Mary’s mangled body drops from the ceiling, now a corpse decaying into nothingness. “There.”

Dean yanks the blade out of Castiel’s hand and throws it with accuracy at Michael, and they all watch as it lands a few inches from his heart. He drops to the ground, blood pouring over the black silk of his suit, staining it a deep burgundy. His eyes flash black and orange for a moment before twinkling out, and the four continue watching as he died.

And came back to life.

His blood seeped back into his open wounds, the blade flew away from his chest and landed somewhere in the barn, and his eyes opened again. He stands up with grace, wiping the dirt off the silk.

“I was always going to win.”

He looks at his shoes, drawing a small pentagram on the dirt that still had Mary’s blood soaked into it. Then he looks back up, eyes black and lips in a wide smile. “Ave Satanas.”

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lucifer’s waltz: (*)

↳ au. Michael is Jack’s twin (they both do not have a last name) and Jack represents the good from their mother while Michael represents their father’s more evil tendencies.

status: on-going

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someone new ( ^ x )

↳ Jon Snow and Robb Stark both had a crush on the reader, the reader is in love with Jon, they lay together for the first time (sort of like a flashback), then Jon goes to the Walls and the reader finds a different kind of comfort in Robb.

status: unknown

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sanctity ( ^ ! )

↳ the goddess of war, freyja, is put onto kattegat to aid the lothbroks during their future raids. both the seer and aslaug have seen her coming, and the queen welcomes her with open arms. catching the eye of hvitserk lothbrok, she treats him as no one has done before; as an equal, instead of a dog.

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brutus ( ^ * ! ) ↳ taken after the song brutus by the buttress, it essentially goes lyric by lyric, and the chapters will be based off the lyric i choose that day ! masterlist

gimme that ! (^ * )  shortly after the apocalypse happens, survivors go into hiding in outposts that are set up around the world. outpost 3, however, doesn’t realize that three of the people that have taken up residence in their walls are vampires, feeding on the others whilst they are asleep. all they know is that they are finding bite marks on them, and have little to no recollection as to how they are getting them. when michael langdon makes his way into outpost 3, the vampires are keen on making him the fourth in the relationship. masterlist

Michael Langdon - Lost Lovers

Warnings: Death by fire, kind of mention of the witches massacre/genocide

A/N: This HAS to be one of my favorite imagines that I've ever written. I was really inspired when I wrote it, especially because I loved American Horror Story: Apocalypse. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 2.5k

“There’s humanity in you. I see it.”

I was part of the witches coven and Michael was part of the wizard coven. Normally, we would both hate each other, we should hate each other, but we don’t.

Not at all.

We both met when we were in the same church of darkness. He was taken by Ms. Mead, my mother and was actually the son of our saviour. I didn’t believe that the Devil itself was bad, it was bad compared to the christians, but we could say the same about God. My mother was kind enough to give him shelter after we had taken him in the infamous “Murder House”. I was the youngest member of our belief, but they didn’t know that I was more powerful than they thought.

Ms. Mead was my adoptive mother; my real mother was the last Supreme of my line. It was two supreme existed at the same time, but it wasn’t impossible. The royal blood ran through my system and when my mother died, two years after Ms. Mead took me in, I gained her powers.

Nobody knew that I was a witch, but if they did, I’d be burning at a stake right now. I had heard rumors about a witch coven in New Orleans, with the other Supreme, Cordelia Goode. It had been a few months that Michael and I had met each other, but I had to make myself disappear. That is why, one night, I got into my car, left a note to Ms. Mead; saying that I’ll leave forever and never come back.

I arrived in New Orleans in no time, and met my fellow sisters. Zoe and Cordelia herself had welcomed me into the academy. It was a place that was actually safe for me; I had to hide some of my powers for my safety, but not from Cordelia. I actually helped her bring her formal mother, Myrtle Snow back.

I had heard that Michael had brought back Queenie and Madison from the dead. I didn’t know who they were until I came to his school, while he performed the seven wonders. I had already performed them with Cordelia, but I knew that it was different with a warlock. He saw me, thinking I was dead and asking himself why I was with the witches.

With the help of my telepathy, I answered these questions for him though my mind.

“Michael, I’m one of them. I have been since I was born. Royal blood runs through my veins. I am the second Supreme of this coven, and I couldn’t tell you. I’m sorry, Michael. I had to disappear for my own survival.”

He only responded with a sad look and a small tear coming out of his eye. I walked away, letting Zoe know that I needed some air.

I had later known that he did pass the seven wonders and brought my old friend, Misty Day. God, I had missed her.

I walked into the library and Michael was sitting on a desk, catching his breath. I saw Misty and Cordelia on the floor, hugging each other. They separated and I almost jumped into her arms. She was practically my real sister. She was always so nice to me, and she welcomed me into her home after I ran away from my previous home.

I thanked Michael by telepathy, for bringing back my sister to me. He only nodded and slightly smiled. I knew him and I had a connection before I got away, but I didn’t want to leave him. I never wanted to, but I knew that he and Ms. Mead wanted all of the witches to be wiped out, and that would include me.

A few weeks after, one of the warlocks of the council was found dead and Cordelia asked me to bring him back. It was more complicated than it looked like, the man was burned to the bone and practically nothing was left of him.

I did bring him back, as he confessed that Ms. Mead and two of the warlocks of the council had plotted behind the back of the coven to execute John Henry Moore.

Here was the day that everything changed. The three murders were sentenced to death by fire, and I obviously had to watch them burn. Yes, I do recognize our history, us witches, but that doesn’t mean that I do like it.

Before Mr. Moore conjured them to their deaths, Ms. Mead spoke up to me.

“Y/N, I thought you were dead, my child. You still have a chance to repent, to follow the path of the Armageddon.”

“I’m with my people, now. I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to follow the good path. As much as I appreciate all that you did for me, you have to pay for what you did.”

“Oh please. Michael will find a way to wipe all of you.”

“Light ‘em up, Moore.”

I turned my back to the killers and listened to their screams. I really did hate, Ms. Mead for what she did, but a part of me was dying inside. My 3 years with her, with Michael, just went away like the snap of my fingers. I knew there was no going back now, not for me, nor the coven and certainly not for Michael. My heart ached at the screams, feeling how Michael would be destroyed after this.

[Time skip]

[Michael’s POV]

Three bodies, well the rest of them were stuck to wood stakes. I approached them, revealing their identities to me. Mr. Ariel and Mr. Baldwin were among the three of them. They had helped me, rescued me when I was in jail. The third corpse had me panic for a moment, the shape of it looked familiar to me. As I pressed the palm of my hand towards the body, I saw the face of my beloved adoptive mother.

“NO”

An agony scream shot out of my throat. The last strands of good in me were torn out of my heart. A whole in me, a void was created in this very moment. I had lost my only family. I lost Constance, Y/N and now my Ms. Mead.

[Y/N’s POV]

Cordelia and I teleported ourselves to the burning site. Michael was sobbing on the pavement floor, facing our adoptive mother. Cordelia didn’t know this, but I was the only person who Michael truly opened up to. I walked up to him, but Cordelia stopped me before I could get any further to him.

“It's over. We know who you are. Your allies are all dead. You failed.” Cordelia spat at him. He turned to face us. Tears were dripping down his face, his eyes were bloodshot red.

“I've already proven to you that I can defy death. I'm just gonna bring her back. And when I do, my Ms. Mead will stand by me as we watch you die.” Michael responded back to her.

“You can certainly go to Hell, but you won't find her there.” The first real sentence left my mouth. His voice had changed so much, his tone was deeper, but I could still hear the same soft tone he used with me.

“What have you done, Y/N.”

“Her soul is hidden by a spell only I can break. You'll never see her again.” Pain fluttered all around my chest, feeling my heart caving in.

“You’re all alone.” Cordelia completed.

It wasn’t true though. Yes, I was part of the witches’ coven and was loyal to them, but a part of me will always be with my Michael.

He was the first boy I’ve ever met. My mother was the only person I knew before I got into a car crash and Ms. Mead took me in; with having no idea that I was a witch. They would plot around my back and I would react by agreeing with them, taking no attention to my real self.

He was the first one to comfort me when my nightmare would start. He would tell me all about the house he was born and never hid anything from me. I felt guilty and unsafe with them because they wanted not only the witches to be all gone, but the whole godamn world.

I left, not even saying goodbye to him, I walked into his room before stepping out. Leaving him a kiss on his forehead and one of my rings; he would always play with them and he especially loved my small gold ring.

“I'm never alone. I have my father.” His voice broke.

“Where is he now? Why did he let this happen? You don't have to follow this path your father laid out for you.” Cordelia let me step closer to him. I lowered myself to his level.

“You can write your own destiny. You can still turn away. Michael, there's humanity in you. I see it. If you come with me, maybe we can find it, again. Together.” I offered him my hand, hoping her would take this chance to be better.

I saw the raw pain in his eyes, his thoughts were devouring his soul. He took my hand, but pulled me roughly against him instead.

“Somehow, some way, I am gonna bring her back. And then I'm gonna kill every last one of you.” He let me go of his embrace and walked towards Cordelia. He didn’t mean to say that to me, he said it directly to Cordelia.

He then walked away, turned to face me, and shared a thought with me. “Look in your hand.”

I did. The small ring I had given to him was right there, two years after my disappearance. There was a small word carved in my hand; “Come.” He wanted me to find him in the way he was going.

I did want to, but I didn’t how I would. “Y/N, let’s go.”

I nodded to her and watched her teleport herself back to the academy. It hurted me to betray my sisters, but I really needed to talk to him.

I walked toward Michael, almost losing the sight of him. I didn’t know where he was going, but teleporting myself to the unknown could cost me my life.

A few minutes later, I found Michael on his knees, on the ground, staring down at his hands. He must’ve heard a twig snap under my feet, his head snapped towards mine. He still looked so innocent and kind.

“You came.” He stood up, walking towards me.

“What do I have to lose.” His stance stood before mine, looking at me.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me when we lived together?” His tension falling off of his broad shoulders.

“I never told you because I was scared. I was scared that one day, you’d come into my room and rip my heart out my chest.” Tears made their way though my throat, causing my voice to crack.

“I grew up with you, you showed me so many things and not only did you give me a chance to be good, you were the first person who didn’t see me as the spawn of Satan. You saw me for who I was, even though you knew all about me. I would’ve never, ever hurted you.” He walked closer to me, seeing his eyes fill up with tears.

“What do you want me to say, Michael. I didn’t know what to believe, two years ago.” Tears were now dripping on my face. Words had left my mouth before I realized what I was saying.

“I loved you, Michael. I fell in love ever since the day our adoptive mother took you home. I didn’t know back then what you were, but when I found out and when you started making up all of your plans, my heart was shattered. I gave you a chance, but I was too scared to be near you. I went away and gave you this to remind you that even though I was weak to leave, that I never wanted to leave your side.” I fell on my knees, the weight from my shoulder was finally off of them after so many years. I ran my fingers along my black dress, taking a deep breath.

“I knew there was always something off about you, but seeing you stand with them. I never would’ve thought you would want me dead, because that’s all they want. If you loved, or still love me, you would know that I would never, ever hurt you, Y/N. I’m sorry about how I treated you in the past, but I am not sorry for falling in love with you.” I looked up to him, he was already looking at me, offering me his hand.

I took it, his touch made me feel safe. Even though all that he is, I did not care at all.

“Falling in love?” My lips felt like they needed to be on his desperately. His eyes looked even more blue in the dim light.

“Ever since I’ve met you, I knew what I felt for you was not only friendship. I love you so much and I’m not the type of person to say this if I don’t mean it.” His hand was now on my cheek, rubbing small circles on my jawline. Even though our height difference wasn’t extreme, I took a step closer and embraced our lips together.

His hands found their way on the back of my neck and on my waist as mine travelled to his hair and one behind his back. His lips felt heavenly on mine, almost like fire meeting ice. His devotion could be felt all the way through my body, my heart was radiating relief.

We departed to catch our breaths, my hands on the back of his neck, fiddling with his blonde curls. His hands were resting on my back, tracing lines on my back with his delicate yet strong hands.

“I love you too, Michael. And I promise you that I will never leave your side again.” He sighed and kissed me again, holding me closer to his body.

“Just stop reading my thoughts, alright?” I nodded and chuckled on his lips, kissing him desperately again.

“Alright.” I shared him my thought again, making him pull me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around my middle and never pulling back.

“I’ll find a way to get our Miss Mead back, I’m so sorry.” I whispered by his neck. His hand ran up higher to the back of my neck, nodding against my skin.

“Thank you, thank you, my love.” He rambled by my ear, holding even tighter to me.

id love to request a michael langdon x reader full of angst, maybe reader really doesn't agree with this whole destroy the world thing and tries to talk him out of it and it leads to a huge argument! good or bad ending :) thank you for the chance xoxo

Hope you like this! Tell me if you want me to continue it!

Micheal Langdon x f!reader

Word count: 924

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From the moment I met Micheal, I knew that I would always love him, but as time passes and his fulfillment of the end of the world nears I find my heart wavering. All his time has been consumed with fulfilling this mission, I told him that I wanted to start a family and watch our kids grow up. But I won’t be able to do any of that with him, he is more concerned with making his father happy. Though he doesn’t know what else to do with his power, I want to talk to him more and try to get through to him. But he is always at the cooperative having meetings and “handling business “. He has missed our last two date nights it’s starting to get on my nerve. I can only take so much distance and lack effort before I explode. So now as I walk through the cooperative building to Michael’s office, I’m at my limit. The only sound heard through the crowded halls was my boots clicking against the floor as everyone watch me walk. As I approach Michael’s office door it opens before me, exiting the office are two males who appear to be high. They look me up and down before they start attempting to hit on me, I roll my eyes and walk into my husband’s office. I am not met with a smile, a hello, or even a wave, instead, I am met with the mastered voice of intimidation.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned me, I scoffed and walk up to his desk.

“You and I need to talk” I state, he finally looks up at me. I place my purse on his desk and take a seat on the chair opposite of him

“What could be so important that you couldn’t wait until I come home?” He asked me in a condescending tone.

“When was the last time you were home?” I corrected, he simply raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

“If you’ve come to start an argument with me about my work in my office. Then you can go home now because it won’t happen” he dismissed me, and I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Darling, I came to have a simple conversation with you because you can’t seem to find the time anymore to sit down and talk to your wife. You are too busy fulfilling everyone’s needs but mine, you used to be the best partner a woman could ever dream of now you’ve just turned to shit.” I hissed at him, he didn’t say anything but he stood up and walked over to my chair. Once he was directly in front of me he bent down close to my ear.

“We can talk about this at home, go home before my temper gets the better of me” he reprimanded, I sighed and leaned back.

“Michael, I’m not your little fucking follower. I don’t have to listen to you, you don’t own me. So I’m staying right here so we can have this conversation as husband and wife. Not man and his whore.” I scoffed, he stood up and leaned back against his desk before making eye contact with me again.

“Okay, darling what is so important that you had to come and cause a big scene at my place of work?” He pressed

“Michael, why are you rushing to bring the end of the world to fruition? Why can’t you take your time? I have told you countless times that I want to have a family with you and be able to watch them-“

“So you came to my office to whine about me fulfilling my purpose? Here I thought you would support me in my dreams, but you came here to try and convince me not to do what I was put on this earth to do. If that is all you came for, you can leave now” he cut me off, I was upset but moreover, I was disappointed.

“Michael, I hope you find all the joy that you are hoping for in your dreams. I hope that you find someone to share that joy with too. I can’t and won’t be that person, I’m going back to my true home. You should be happy, you won’t ever have to hear me whine about your purpose.” I said standing up to gather my things. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

“Darling don’t be silly, you were made for me. My joy is your joy, you are to stay on this earth until we are both ready to go” he demanded

“Honey, I was never made for you. I am an angel, you are an Antichrist. If you won’t even hear my comments and complaints out to their entirety then don’t complain when I chose to leave you here. You want to crush my dreams so bad that I don’t even want to share my dreams with you anymore. I have loved you for years and I will continue to love you for many millennia but I can’t stay with you if you are interested in crushing what I want” I berated, I pulled my hand from his grasp and picked up my purse.

“We can talk about this Angel, how about we go out to a nice restaurant somewhere secluded? We can talk over everything, tonight” he pleaded, his demeanor had changed now. Standing before me was now the scared, empathetic Michael Langdon that I fell in love with.

Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments

Also letting you all know I’m taking requests again!! But take heed of my username. I wrote it but never watched it.

I will do:

Michael Langdon

Peter Parker

Billy Hargrove

Jack Harlow

Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)

Ben hargreeves

Xavier plympton

Evan peters

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.

Can you do Michael Langdon x reader where there is a thunderstorm and they both “do it”

Storm.

Michael Langdon X F!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, pet names, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, cussing, idk if there is anything else.

A/n: hope you enjoy this, let me know if you want a part two. Sorry it took so long I was on a writing break for a while.😌 please like, and reblog. Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

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Michael and I were walking through the grocery as we would usually do once a week. But today Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of me, which made it hard to do things. The store was practically empty except for a few other people doing some shopping. This made it all the easier for Michael to hide the small kisses he would leave lightly on my neck, cheeks, and face. His hands all the while stayed in my waist as I pushed the cart, it was getting to be a little much as we were now circling the same section for the fourth time. I kept gently moving away from him to keep myself on track but he wouldn’t stop. We hadn’t had the chance to have any alone time in about a week and a half as we were both busy with work. Michael’s patience has seems to be stretched thin as he continued to kiss my shoulder. I pulled away from him once again and turned around before he could grab onto my waist.

“Michael, please we’re in the market. When we get home we can relax but I want to get some food before the thunderstorm comes into full effect.” I pleaded with him, I don’t think a word I said got past his ears as his eyes raked over my body and back up to meet mine. I sighed and started to walk away, he was quick to follow me and place his hands back on my hips. I stopped once again and turned around to face him. I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him back a little bit before speaking.

“Darling, the faster we pick up our groceries. The faster we get home and to bed, the longer you keep me circling the same section the longer it takes to get me naked and on top of you.” I said with a pleasant smile, that seemed to get through to him as he was now leading me through the store and picking up the groceries. It shouldn’t surprise me how fast he was but it did. He finished picking up everything on the list while I was standing in the ice cream section still deciding what flavor I wanted. He circled back for me, almost sweeping me off my feet until I yelped.

“All the groceries are in the cart ready for check out. Now let’s get out of here.” He said with a smirk on his face, I slide out of his grip and stood there still deciding on what ice cream to get. I had been successfully standing there for four minutes before he got annoyed and started to become antsy.

“Let’s buy all the flavors, I can lick it off of you.” He pleaded, I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the ice creams.

“No,” I said, I wanted to try something new but I was having a tough time deciding what it should be. Until Michael took one out of the fridge and put it in my hands I read the description of the ice cream and it seemed like it would taste good. I put it in the cart and Michael seemed relieved that I agreed. Though he was the AntiChrist, he would and could never go against me. He was powerful but I was stronger, though he would never truly know my full power. He know that I was an angel, literally sent from heaven. He knew even before he married me and he still could bring himself to leave me.

“Michael let’s get some pastries, they’d go great with the ice cream” I suggested already walking away from him. He was quick to pull me back and point out the box of treats in the cart that he already picked up.

“Oh darling, I’ve already picked them out for you. Now let’s check out” he said, he was very eager to get home but I wasn’t all that interested in that right now as I was surrounded by food. I dipped out of his grip and started walking to the fruits. Michael was growing more and more annoyed by the minute as I walked through the aisle checking each and every fruit thoroughly before putting them in a bag. Michael wasn’t one to slouch, always having a perfect posture, but he was annoyed, horny, and stuck in his work suit. He didn’t have much room to breathe in all the right places. Although me wearing my work clothes didn’t help alleviate any of his stress. My outfit consisted of a white button-up body con dress that stopped at the middle of my thigh. Along with some heeled boots, the outfit was having its debut and I knew Michael wanted to just rip it off of me already.

“Sweetheart, please we can come back tomorrow or Sunday. Let’s go check out” he pleaded almost begging, I paid no attention to him as I was picking out the perfect mango. I continued walking down the aisle completely disregarding his presence when he came up behind me and pulled me away towards the checkout. I pouted as he put all the groceries on the counter for the cashier, I bagged our stuff before putting it in the cart. Michael paid for everything before placing his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the store. It was pouring outside and I was wearing an all-white dress. I was going to try to run to the car but Michael made the walk slower as he gladly watched me get completely soaked. I quickly put all the stuff in the car and got in. Michael started the car and quickly peeled out of the parking lot to get home as fast as he could.

“So what are we thinking for dinner?” I asked him, his eyes quickly raking over me before turning back to the road.

“I’m not really into food right now” he cooed, I brushed his answer off.

“So I was thinking, maybe you could cook me that shrimp pasta again? It was delicious last time, I don’t know what you put in it but I’ve just been craving it for a while now” I said smiling at him, he smiled genuinely and for a second he looked not like he wanted to eat me.

“Okay I’ll make you a deal, we can cook it together but you have to let me do as I please while we cook” he offered, I thought for a minute and nodded. He seemed pleased that I accepted his offer, once we got home he stopped him in the driveway. I got out and walked around to help with the bags, he took a majority of them as I opened the front door.

“I’ll put the stuff away, you take off those wet clothes and put on an apron.” He said smiling, I took off my shoes before walking upstairs to our bathroom and peeling the wet dress off my skin. I took off everything that I had on, I could hear the storm starting to boom outside. I pulled out a simple lingerie set from my drawer that I had gotten to surprise Michael but before I could put it on, the door swung open to our bedroom to reveal Michael in all his glory. He looked pleased with my state of undress, he had already started to take off his clothes but seeing me seemed to make him go faster.

“Darling, you look gorgeous.” He complimented me and pulled off the last of his clothes before wrapping his arms around me.

“Michael, can I be in control tonight? I just want to try something different” I asked him with my best puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to those eyes so he nods before sitting on the bed.

“Lay down for me my love, and close your eyes” I instructed gently, he did as told and I quickly handcuffed him to the bed frame. He opened his eyes and tried pulling his hands free at once.

“Beautiful what is this?” He questioned

“Don’t you like it? I made them myself, they are made so that you can’t break out of them until I let you out” I beamed, he started to try and pull at the cuffs even harder. While he was distracted I took my time and licked up the base of his dick and swirled around the tip. He ceased all movement and looked down at me, I put the tip in my mouth and slowly attempted to take as much as I could until I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I gagged and he let out a whimper-like moan, I looked up at him as he had his head thrown back. I pulled away to breathe for a second using my hands to pleasure him at a steady pace.

“Is it too much for you angel?” He teased, I looked up at him and scoffed.

“If you don’t shut up I’ll find something to occupy your mouth” I warned, he seemed amused.

“Do it then, I’d hate for you to have to do all the work and get nothing in return.” He chided, Michael was a lover of face-sitting. He believed his face was my throne, so I gave him what he wanted. I gently placed myself on top of his face, he immediately got to work. I leaned my body down so I could go back to giving him head. I focused my mouth on the tip as my hands worked on his balls and the base. He was using his tongue to work my clit, lapping and swirling around. He was already pushing me closer and closer to the edge making it hard for me to even work on him. I pulled away from him and completely got off of him.

“You were so close let me just finish the job” he demanded pulling at the cuffs with more power this time. I straddled his waist, with his dick up against my clit. Michael liked to take charge and he was having a very hard time getting used to me being in control.

“Michael I got it, just enjoy it” I assured him, and that only made him try to break free even more. I started to grind against his dick, if I even leaned back just a little bit too far he would be poking my hole. He was getting impatient, his hips thrusting up ever so slightly as to get in.

“My angel, please just let me in.” He practically begged, I sighed and lined him up with myself before slowly taking all of him. I let out a sweet moan and laid on top of him kissing his neck up to his lip. I could taste myself on him but it was heavenly, his hips went to work thrusting into me. He was still pulling at the handcuffs when I heard the sound of wood breaking, in a quick second I felt his hands slap down on my ass and hold me down as he started to use more power to thrust into me. I tried to get off of him but the handcuffs were still on him and now holding me down against him.

“Wait, baby-“ I pleaded, he smiled and he start to fuck me senselessly.

“Awe, gorgeous let’s pick things up to speed,” he said, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t think anymore, I could feel that familiar knot in my stomach, and he started to slow down. He kept a moderate pace making sure to bottom out with every thrust.

“Come on princess take these cuffs off, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear, I had tears running down my face at this point. My senses were overwhelmed and it was like I had been brought back to the gates of heaven but not able to in yet.

“Regno e Gloria. ( kingdom and glory)” I said softly and the handcuffs unlocked with a clink. He smiled and now held my hips properly. He stood up and laid me on my back, he started to fuck me in missionary position and rub my clit as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed as the loudest strike of thunder ripped through the sky. All the muscles in my body tightened before I felt weak. Michael moaned as he came inside me, he kissed me sweetly. He pulled out and continued to rub my clit prolonging my orgasm. I pushed his hand away weakly as I tried to move away.

“Okay gorgeous, I’ll get dinner started you get some rest.” He said, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He started up the water for a bath, putting me down in the tub.

Masterlist

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Updated 7/22/2024

You guys can definitely send In requests, I’ll have in my bio when my requests are open. I will soon be posting for other celebrities/ characters!

💙= smut

🩵= fluff

🩶=angst

🤍=suggestive

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Eddie Munson:

I should have went ( Work in progress)

Part 1 🩶

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Billy Hargrove

Could we work? (work in progress) 🩵🤍

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7| Pt.8| Pt.9| Pt.10 | Pt.11 | Pt.12 | Pt.13

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Michael Langdon

One shots

1. Storm💙💙💙

2. Arguments 🩶🩵

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Evan Peters

Oneshots

1. Wedding🩶🩵