It had been days since she’d last seen Michael. She couldn’t find him. No one seemed to know exactly where he was. Her one sure fire way of finding him was always Ms Mead and it seemed like she too was gone. It had been almost five full days of no contact which was extremely unusual for him. Even if he wasn’t always with her, he always checked in.
Y/N was feeding the dog when he began to act a bit wild. He ran to the window and would not stop barking at whatever he saw. When she went to take a look, she saw a disheveled and filthy Michael hobbling up her front steps. She ran to the door and threw her arms around him before he even knew what was happening.
“You’re here,” his voice cracked as he pulled her tighter. He put his dirty hands gently to her face and stared at her. His face was dirty as well and there was a red ring around his eyes.
Pulling his hands from her skin, she asked, “Where have you been, bub?”
He shook his head, running a hand down his face and sniffling to hold back anymore tears that threatened him. He walked past her and into her home. He was walking funny and she knew that wherever he was, his fancy boots were not the proper footwear.
“I thought they took you,” he whispered, more to himself than to her.
She made him take off his shoes before he went any further and led him by the hand to the bathroom. He seemed too tired, too worn down to really help himself. She helped him undress and ignored his soft touches as she did. He ran his fingers down her cheeks and pet her hair while she removed his clothing. Before he moved to step in the shower, he noticed she was still dressed.
He motioned lazily to her clothing, “You too”
She nodded, quickly undressing herself and getting in with him. He stood under the hot water, letting it rinse away the days of grief and filth he had just experienced. He tensed a bit when Y/N began to run her hands over him, lathering him to wash him down. He stood with one hand on the tile wall as the water washed down his back and Y/N continued to wash his body. He hunched over a bit as she washed his hair and lightly moaned at the feeling of her fingernails massaging his scalp.
“Baby, what happened?” She said softly after she had finished.
He looked down at her and with a clean face she could see even more clearly how tired and heartbroken he was. She dragged her fingers over the stubble that peppered his face and he kissed her palm as tears continued to fall, “They took my Ms Mead”
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him, “Who did?”
“That fucking coven,” he said through gritted teeth and in that moment he held her just a bit too tight. He ran his hands softly up and down her back and she dared not move. If this is what he needed to soothe himself, she could give him that, “I thought they took you,”
She pulled back a bit in his arms, grasping his face and pulling him down to kiss the pain away, “I’m here. I’m always here,”
“They won’t touch you,” he said as his grip on her hips tightened, “They will never touch you,”
She nodded, “I know, bub. I trust you,” she pushed the wet hair from his face and stroked his cheek. He leaned into her touch like a kitten, “Are you hungry? You must be hungry,” he nodded, eyes closed, still leaning into her touch. She continued to rub his face gently, “Let’s get out. I still have some of your old clothes you can put on. I can make you something hot to eat”
“That’s really nice of you,” he said, sniffling.
She kissed him, “We take care of each other. That was the deal. Remember?”
He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at her, “I remember,”
“Come on,” she said, reaching behind him to turn off the water, “We’re going to figure this out together”
Imagine not being able to sleep and seeking out Michael, your best friend. He’s always able to calm you down. You make your way to his room, acceptance granted. He knows a remedy that he’s craving, starving mad for. You don’t know that you need this, that your appetite has to be sated before you can drift off.
Michael asks you if you’ve ever been licked between your legs. You tell him to stop his bullshit and not to play that with you, of all people.
“I don’t want to play you,” He says, “I want to pleasure you.”
You’re unsure, worked up. Of course he sees you.
He begs to suck on that sweet little clit of yours, the one he has heard you rubbing to thoughts of him. Your body is covered in a blushing flush. Though you agree with coercing promise from that airy, deep voice. Michael spreads your legs, you’re already swollen open, sticky to a shine for him. He buries his face in your thigh and inhales, peppering little kisses that make your leg tremble.
He makes your nerves dissipate the more he has you begging. You find purchase in his long hair as he rolls you over, encouraging you up his face. You seat yourself across that sharp jaw, watching those plump lips become slick by his soaked tongue. He darts it out, wiggling, piercing blue eyes heavy, surrounded by black lakes of arousal. His rings on his fingers, they scratch and scrape against your skin, his strong hands urging you.
You hold your breath as you await that delicious first glide of his warm tongue. He locks your gaze down, watching you through long lashes, cheeks patterned with red. He’s completely fucked out, drinking your creamy offerings. When you come, Michael closes his lips around your clit, working you through it in lighter licks, oh how he knows you love his mouth.
When you’re rolling onto your back, calm and hazy, he strokes his fingertips through you, petting.
He likes to be the little spoon. He likes when you comb your fingers through his hair and call him pet names. He lives for any sign from you that you love him and that you’re going to stay
That poor boy was so deprived that when he finally gets that love he’s been looking for he’s gonna do everything in his power to keep it and nurture it
Young Michael Langdon Having a Crush on You Would Include:
Word Count: 430
A/N: These headcanons were in my head while writing this, takes place post-Constance’s death and pre-Satanism.
You knew Michael because he lived a few doors down from you.
He was always by himself, and you would always feel bad at how just how lonely he looked.
He was stunned, when you approached him in the supermarket one day and offered to help him pick out ripe fruits.
He was just standing there, and you could tell he was completely confused.
“My grandmother was the one who used to do the groceries,” he tells you, and you don’t pry any further because of the raw sadness in his eyes.
You spend the next thirty minutes with him wandering around the supermarket, making recommendations and tossing things in his cart.
You give him your number and tell him to text you the next time he needs help.
After that, he was completely enamored by you and your kindness.
Soon after, he was smiling just at the thought of you, and got excited whenever he thought about seeing you again.
He always tried to make you smile, whenever he’d run into you, loving to be the reason behind it and even more so to be able to see you happy.
He never really flirts with you, he doesn’t really know how to.
But he would always make sure to a passing comment like, “your hair looks great today,” or “I like the smell of your perfume.”
He could never hide his own smile, when he got to talk to you, even if it was just for only a few minutes at a time.
The day after his first wet dream about you, he could barely look you in the eye.
He dreams of you under him, taking each other’s purity, and the first thrust into you is really a thrust into his sheets.
You would be a mess, whining and moaning and needy for him.
On the brisk of his orgasm, you turn into dust, and he collapses onto the bed with a gasp and a sob.
He wakes up with a hollowness in his chest.
He stopped trying to actively run into you after the third dream, and even confided in Ben Harmon about his feelings, scared by his own darkening desires towards you.
But when you told him that you have a boyfriend, he learned a new kind of heartbreak, and returned to being a recluse in the Murder House.
Eventually, the Church of Satan shows up at his door.
He has three people willing to do his bidding for him, ready to do anything he wanted – but the only thing he could think of was you.
warnings; really mf angsty. like even im shook. also a tiny amount/mention of sex. well, its tiny in comparison to my other hcs lol
note; this bitch is MF LONG!!! im warning you now!!!! its separated into three parts. i gave my all into this and im not really sure why. enjoy. peace lovers
BITCH TELL ME WHY THIS MF SO DAMN FINE!!!IM MAD!!!
when you meet:
you were sitting through yet another session with your leader
you couldnt care less
the hood on your cloak hid the fact that you were falling in and out of sleep
but one day you saw this boy..
and he seemed really beat up
like
his clothes were torn
his hair was dirty
he had a slight limp
he caught your attention cos he sat down while everyone was standing
and rolled his eyes when your leader spoke about how she stole money and donated it to the nra
there was something .. interesting about him
but you didnt pay mind
you went about your week peacefully, coming in and out of the church as daily regimen
but one day you found yourself sitting next to the boy
and he was in the same condition
dirty clothes
hasnt showered
looks pale, like he hasnt eaten in days
you hear him sniffling
and look over to see tears ridden on his face
you wanted to talk to him .. but something in you was telling you to stop
Toad's Cave 