I had a dream where Outpost Michael was rocking some Sojourn Michael facial hair and
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I had a dream where Outpost Michael was rocking some Sojourn Michael facial hair and
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The official AHS Instagram has a game on their stories right now, and
Of COURSE I CHOSE THE LITERAL ANTICHRIST
DON'T JUDGE ME
If I had a nickel for every time Cody Fern played an otherworldly being who was trying to exterminate all humans except for a chosen few so he can bring about a brand new world,
I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot. But it's weird that it happened twice, right?
The thought of taking Michael Langdon’s virginity is weighing heavy on my heart today
Okay but I need to get railed by Mr. Langdon immediately or I will simply die
Disclaimer: This is simply a bit of fun and is based off of how I see this character! Don't take it to heart. I'm just a goober on the internet! 💙
I feel like your favorite version of Michael Langdon really says a lot about who you are as a person
The way Michael eats that heart in the finale though
Why didn't Ms. Venable just have spinal fusion surgery tho???
Just for fun, I decided I would rank the iterations of Michael Langdon throughout Apocalypse. There's not much of a rhyme or reason. Just something I wanted to do.
He owns my entire heart. What can I say? I have a bit of a savior complex. I just wanna take him in and feed him and take care of him. Plus, there's also like a super deep reason I attach to him.
Remember when Outpost Michael was the only Michael we had? Of course he's high on my list. I adore this man. I STILL think about what the hell I'd do if he was interviewing me in Outpost 3. He is Daddy and we all must Bow Down.
(I Tried to find a gif with the red gloves but couldn't!) Damn. This vengeful, hot piece of ass. Never did I think I would thirst after someone who killed all my faves from Coven, but here we are. This man could kill me, and I would Thank Him.
Little cutie pie! But also, kind of cocky. A lot of people wanna bang this Michael, but I don't know. Just not for me.
This is what I call him during his time with Ms. Mead. This is when his whole look really reminds me of Tate. But he just seems so young. Plus, this was the Second version of Michael we saw and I remembered finding him so jarring! (But, listen, high school me would have been all over him.)
He is pretty. He is precious. He is Adorable. He is Baby. I can't thirst over him! He's just so Young! I'm not even sure this version of Michael knows what sex is!
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I hope you enjoyed this. Please feel free to post your rankings!
Warnings: Dom (Very Light), Implications of oral sex (fem receiving)
Word Count: ~300 words (It's just a little baby fic.)
A/N: This was in my drafts. I don't remember writing it, but I like it, so here you go!
He doesn't need to hold you down. Not physically. He could use his powers to keep you still. But something about the way he holds your wrists above your head, pinning you to the bed makes it all the more exciting.
His eyes never leave yours. Not once. And with the way his cock pounds into your cunt, it's no easy feat.
You feel the stirrings of an orgasm in your stomach, right as his thrusts go from patterned to erratic. It overtakes you so fast, you don't even have time to process it.
Michael groans as he spills inside you. You have never felt more full.
Still gripping your wrists, he withdrawa. You whine at the emptiness. His seed leaks onto your inner thighs.
He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead.
"You did so well, pet," he murmurs. "You always do."
Still fucked out of your mind, you can only respond with a soft, "Thanks."
He tsks, his gaze lowering to your legs. "I've made a mess of you."
Finally, he lets go of your wrists. You can feel they will be bruised in the morning. Before you can massage them and give them the care they need, Michael interrupts.
"Leave your hands above your head. And don't move them."
You sigh as he leaves open mouthed kisses down your chest, to your belly, and finally to your inner thighs.
As his tongue laps at your inner thighs, you want so badly to put your hands in his long blond hair.
"And what if I do move them?," you say, trying to mask your desperation with boldness.
The dark glint in his eye you see before he devours your cunt is answer enough.
The Murder House episode of Apocalypse will never cease to infuriate me
You ever read your entire Michael Langdon multichapter fanfic at 1 AM, or are you normal?
Happy Anniversary to the season that changed everything!
....Anyone else want to rewatch Apocalypse from the beginning?
Well....At least we may get to see Michael soon, y'all 😅