heyy 😀 do you think you can write about the reader’s husband who found the outpost (like coco’s did) but she thought he was dead and she’s with michael now
(Interrupting the consistency of this blog to post some AHS drabble because new episode dropped and I’ve been thirsting for Michael ever since.)
Your
fingers traced his lovely features, slowly sliding down from his temples to his
high cheekbones. His skin was smooth, without scars or wrinkles. Perfect. As was
everything about his physical form, with his tall, slender figure and crown of
strawberry blonde hair. No wonder he got to be among those chosen to survive. You
continued your explorations, still moving down to his lips, as his grip on your
waist got tighter while he smiled almost unnoticeably.
“Did you
miss me so much?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity. He
seemed pleased. You nodded with a gentle smile of your own. “I always feel so
empty without you,” you confessed to him, shifting closer to press your body
against his. He was so warm; everything was so warm, illuminated only by the
soft light of candles. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as a reward for your
answer. Yet still he remained amused. “Did you worry about me?” he murmured
softly against your skin. “I always worry, I know your ways of getting what you
want,” you desperately wanted it to sound teasingly but you failed.
You felt
the smirk spread on his lips. “Are you jealous, darling?” he didn’t even try to
hide how much fun he was having as he lowered his head to look into your eyes. “Yes.”
There was no point in lying, he’d know anyway. He valued your honesty
nonetheless, showing that much by gently caressing your sides. “Oh, darling,”
he smiled brightly, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. “You know
you’re the only one. The others are just play things to kill time, none of them
would I touch the way I touch you.” To prove his point, he pulled you even
closer to him. His hands roamed all over your body gently while he kissed you breathless.
He,
arguably, wasn’t a good man. But at least he also wasn’t a man that would allow
his love to feel uncertain of his feelings.
Omg so soft when he gets his hair pulled. What about just playing with his hair while he lays his head in your lap, tugging gently just to see if he’ll react. He squirms in your lap, looking up at you with wide eyes.
Y’all have a deep rooted obsession for wanting to fuck Michael like that, don’t you? It’s okay…. Luckily you’ve come to the right place. I’m a hoebag, so fill my inbox with trash. 😀
Just fuck him in the kinkiest, most cliché, yet sexiest room ever. Candles, handcuffs, blindfolds, chocolate fondue and whipped cream, rose petals, a good ass soundtrack. Make the man beg for it like he’s made you want him. Make it hurt, make him want to hurt you for not giving him his pleasure, for edging him on and off it, for stopping and leaving him untouched. Till he’s aching and ready to beg for it, but Michael doesn’t beg, so what will happen? Hmm?
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