His Hair
Type: fanfic
Character/Fandom: Michael Langdon AHS
Pairing: Michael x fem!oc
Warnings: adult themes
***Author's Note: The below is a work of fiction and I own nothing (including the gifs credit to their original creators) but my character Amortia. Enjoy lovelies!***
*I recommend listening to Halsey "Coming Down"*
There are many things I love about Michael. From his childlike innocence that is always hidden just behind the surface of his alluring blue eyes to his hands that know just how, when and where to grip me to bring a pleasure only he can provide.
But the one thing I love most is his hair. It is the most beautiful shade of golden blonde and soft as spun silk. I could play with it all day if he would allow me and for the most part he does, he can barely say no to me and vice versus. His hair was one of the first things to attract me.
His hair is blonde but calling it just blonde does not do it justice. His hair is the color of spun gold and just as soft. His hair is the color of the sun's rays on a beautiful summer's day. It is the color of the sun behind closed eyelids.
When I first met Michael his hair was a bit above his shoulders in innocent curls that framed his angelic face.
I was there when the lost souls of the murder house cast him out. I was there when the worshippers came and showed him his true potential.
When he honed in his warlock abilities and his innocent curls changed to more sophisticated waves that framed his maturing face.
I was there when the witches took away his only parental figure and he became lost. I helped pick up the pieces and watched him become the strong beautiful man before me.
His hair now falls a little past his shoulders in loose luscious curls and waves. He now stands strong with a tall stature that makes me feel so small yet protected. His eyes that can hold such anger and coldness now hold the love, lust and passion he feels for just me.
I love how his hair feels as the soft strands brush against my breasts as he leaves hot open-mouthed kisses down my neck to my heaving chest. How his hair feels as it slide s across my bare skin as he moves down my trembling body as he showers it with loving kisses. I love how his hair feels as he buries his head between my thighs as he devours me like I'm his last meal and he is starved. I love how his hair feels between my fingers as I grip the strands holding him close as his tongue sends me spiraling as white flashes through my vision.
I love the feeling of those golden threads as I tug them while he thrusts deep into me pushing us both over the edge together. How it feels sprawled across my heaving chest as his forehead presses against my neck as we bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, his warm breath cooling my sweat glistened chest. I love his hair as it slides like silk through my fingers as I run them through lulling us both to sleep.
I especially love his hair as I watch the same color grace the top of our child's head as they grow up.
@friedraisins
