#cody fern fluff

[lavenderahs]

could you do a fanfic of michael taking care of the reader while they are sick :)

michael langdon fluff- taking care of you when you're sick

a/n - lowkey therapeutic to write bc i have a cold rn, literally haven't had motivation to write all day until i take nighttime cough medicine lol

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taglist - @d3monslust @mllxngdonswife @brooklinn13 @kitty4860 @booboomother @the-hotel-cortez @forevercountess @cxdy-fxrn (lmk if you wanna be added or removed!)

"baby, please let me do something" michael whines as y/n is sunken into the couch. "i'm telling you michael, its only a cold, ill be okay hun, go back to work" y/n reassures michael of her health as he grabs his bags. michaels one trait that sticks out is definitely how stubborn he is. no matter how many times when y/n is sick, he will go above and beyond to take care of her. "okay" he exhales as he prepares to return to work. "seriously, call me if you need anything" he says in a deep tone. "yes michael i know" y/n fusses at his stubbornness. he's already out the door before she could lecture him once again.

thing is, michael didn't go back to work. he would only have 2 or so hours left anyway, so he decided to take a shopping trip. he sits quietly in the target parking lot; staring at his notes app. "what should i get her" he messes with his scruff. he quickly jots down a few items he'd think y/n would enjoy. "okay, ive got time to kill" he whispers to himself as he exits his car. while michael searches for gifts, y/n stays put on the couch, secretly wishing michael could have stayed, knowing she loves the comfort but hates asking anyone for anything. it was just a cold but michael always knew how to take care of her. michael has a broken soul, yet i still see the spark of happiness in his eyes. people become intimated by his presence, but oh if they knew the way he curls up in my arms after a long day, how his heart races when you rest your head on his chest. as y/n ponders these sweet moments of michael, the need for him grows stronger.

"youre getting a lot huh?" the cashier chuckles at michaels purchases. his hands graze the back of his neck "uh- yeah, its for my wife, shes sick" the older woman's face lights up "it's good to know there are good men still out there" she smiles as michael pays. michael carries the bag of goodies to his car. his face dropping when the clock displays 4 pm. "gotta kill another hour" he whines out loud. deciding on calling a to-go order in at their most favorite restaurant, bar type food but satisfied the both of them. as michael waited on his order, he prepared y/n's gifts. he bought a simple sage green tote bag to hold all her gifts; knowing she could never have too many tote bags. he restocked the necessites; hair ties, new panties and a dainty bralette, a beautiful lavender scented lotion, and some of the exotic flavored cough drops. his eyes glued to a lounge set the moment he walked in the store; warm colored sweats with a white crop top. he loved spoiling y/n, and to finish off the goodies, he picked up a simple bouquet of daisies.

"darling I'm home" michael said in a singy-song tone. y/ns head popped up from the couch, giving michael an inviting smile. "wait!-close your eyes i have a surprise" michael whispers "what now michael" she giggles in excitement. as her eyes are glued shut, michael slowly sets the totebag filled with gifts by her side, along with the to go box filled with their favorite meals. in michaels right hand holds the bouquet of flowers. "okay....open!!" y/n's eyes look as if shes seeing fireworks. her mouth forms a warm smile as her eyes water. "m-michael.. i love you" she chokes out. the overwhelming feeling of love makes her burst with tears. michael quickly places the flowers down, and rushes beside her. his arms wrap gently around her, pulling her to his chest. "i love you babygirl, i thought this would cheer you up" y/n chokes out a giggle. she lifts her head out of his chest to place a gentle kiss on his lips. michaels chest is filled with utter happiness and love. "come on, let's look at what we got"

2 hours or so later; y/n, passed out from the cold medicine michael encouraged her to take, wearing michaels hoodie and one of the panties he bought her. michael lays sprawled out on the couch, not moving a muscle, to keep y/n comfortable. his hands fumble with her hair, soaking in this beautiful moment between them. michael stays all up for a few hours, making sure y/n is a deep sleep. he smiles at the utter happiness he feels. knowing he's okay now.

[michael-langdon-baby]

Crave

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word count: 4k~

Warnings: ALOT, alpha/omega dynamics, knotting, mating, possessive michael langdon, tit play, smutty goodness ya’ll

Masterlist

Enjoy!

You would think that a shelter with enough supplies to last well over 18 months would have stocked up on mounds upon mounds of suppressants. It would be only logical to assume that whoever was in charge of the Outposts would know that there would be at least one Omega of the bunch.

But it seemed the Cooperative was full of a bunch of Alpha knot heads that didn’t think suppressants were of value; but there must have been one Omega in the meeting room, seeing as there were exactly 18 months of supply.

Which is exactly how Julie March found herself here, sitting in her ugly purple dress with her old timey spanx like panties covered in slick. She was entering her first heat since 9th grade; Billy Carlisle had cornered her in the girl’s bathroom and begged to smell her panties before the coach had come and thrown him out.

She could barely remember what it was like to have a heat, only the flushes of warmth and pain wrung through her mind, but they weren’t precise. It was like relearning a language that had become foreign, except she’d give anything to not have to relearn this.

Her thighs squeezed together as she tried to force the slick back inside but it was useless, she was probably stinking up the Outpost. And it was 6:26, which meant a drink in the parlor room was fast approaching. But last night there had been a perimeter breach, so she expected someone new would be joining them. Hopefully it was a Beta.

A knock at the door had her standing, “I’m coming.” And smoothing down the wrinkles in her dress; even is she smelt like a whorehouse, she would look damn good.

The Grey at the door smiled at her first, eyes widening at her smell before shooting to the floor, noticeable bulge forming in his pants. But she smiled and ignored it, quickly following behind his fast pace steps. Her wet thighs rubbed against each other with each step, even feeling it slide down her leg.

It was mortifying, walking into the parlor and having all eyes on her. Almost all were Beta’s and weren’t affected by her stench, but they could sure as hell smell it.

“Oh-kay, I don’t wanna be rude-“

“I don’t think that’s in your nature.” Andre interjected with an eye roll and Coco fake laughed before turning back to Julie.

“Oh grow a heart Coco, poor thing must be in so much pain.” Julie nodded at Gallant’s claim, smiling at his effort to be kind to her.

“You do know that you smell like a brothel right? Those fumes could deflate my hair.” Evie chuckled at the insult before sipping her mineral water, the rest of the group going back to their own business.

At least until Ms. Venable’s cane echoed through the room, everyone effectively shutting up when she entered. She stood at the head of the room, not even acknowledging the stink of Omega that permeated the room, which made Julie furrow her sweaty brow.

Everyone knew Venable was an Alpha through and through, yet she seemed unaffected by the heat that was so close to her. It was very strange but Julie threw that thought to the back of her mind as a pair of precise yet ominous footsteps lingered in the air, and with it a scent that made her pussy even wetter.

This must have been the person who cause breached the perimeter; she hoped it wasn’t someone who’d been affected by the radiation or anything.

A bead of sweat skimmed down the side of her skull as the footsteps grew closer, precise in step and sound. She watched Venable with a hazy gaze, wishing she were back in her room with her dress back in the closet and something filling her up.

The footsteps stopped and she felt a new pair of eyes watching her, burning holes into her side with a look so intense her heart dropped to her stomach. She was frozen, unable to turn and look.

It was nearly impossible to breath a breathe of fresh air as those footsteps came behind the couch, a soft hand sliding along the back of her neck, then gone again. Her knee shook with a pressure of want in her core that was unfulfilled, and she wanted to explode.

Julie was able to turn her head enough to gaze at Venable and the tall man who made her want to fall to her knees and present her dripping wet pussy, allowing him to either drink his fill or stuff her full of his cock.

He stood where Venable had before, watching them all, “My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative.” He took a deep inhale and cleared his throat. “I wont sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure.”

Julie watched Langdon and he reused to meet her eye, “My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth. The other three compounds—an all Alpha compound in Syracuse, New York, an all Beta in Beckley, West Virginia, and-“

This time he met Julie’s eyes, “And all Omega in San Angelo, Texas have all been overrun and destroyed.” He looked away as Timothy asked, “And the people inside?”

Langdon gave him a stony look, “Amongst other things, massacred. And I’m shocked to see that the only compound housing all three forms of life hasn’t torn each other to shreds. But I will say that the same fate will befall almost all of you.”

Mallory piped up in a meek voice, “Almost?” to which Langdon let out a small laugh. “In the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe—the sanctuary.”

Coco couldn’t have looked more confused when she said aloud, “The Sanctuary?”

To which Langdon responded, “The Sanctuary is unique. It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun. And amongst other things, a way from three forms of life to happily coexist, Alpha, Beta, Omega, all as one.” His hands met before him, fingertips touching in perfect sync.

But Ms. Mead cut in “What measures? Why weren’t we given these?” And Langdon’s perfect hands split and one hand lifted to his right, displaying those lovely rings. “That’s classified.”

“All that matters is that the Sanctuary will… survive, so the people populating it will survive so humanity will survive.”

Andre asked what they were all thinking, “Who are the people populating it?” but Langdon merely said, “Also classified.”

Langdon’s eyes drifted to the Omega in the room and he smiled, “However, I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us. The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique called ‘Cooperating’.

Julie was drifting in and out as he explained how he would decide who went with him, and who stayed. Emily placed her hand on the drowsy Omega’s knee, immediately retracting when Langdon shot her a dark look.

“What is this, The Hunger Games? I paid my way in here and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing. And if you think I’m stupid enough to believe that you’re gonna take a single Beta with you and leave the horny Omega then you must think I’m dumb as a bag of rocks.”

Langdon smirked at the outburst, “As if your knowledge could be compared to that of Mother Earth's gifts. I daresay a bag of rocks has a higher chance of joining the Sanctuary than you do.” Gallant held her back from leaping at Langdon and tearing his pretty locks out.

He pulled out a vial from his pocket a displayed it, like a teacher among students, “But fret not, if you feel as though you are too good or just not good enough, then when feral cannibals come knocking, just down one of these. A minute later you will fall asleep and never wake up.”

He took one step closer, breathing so deeply his lungs hurt, “I look forward to meeting each and ever one of you.”

He sauntered out of the room, brushing his hand across the Omega’s back, rubbing her sweat between his fingers, waiting until he was out of sight to taste it on his tongue. She tasted like heaven, the unattainable for a sinner such as himself, but oh—he would have her. Tonight.

“Emily, help her to her room. Make sure she stays there.” Emily nodded at Venable’s command and cringed when she helped Julie up, the heat her body was giving off was that akin to a burner on high.

It was a treacherous few minutes, Julie trying her best to coordinate herself with Emily’s help, eventually shooing the girl away when needing to take off her dress. Julie worked like a madwoman when the door clicked shut, slippery fingers reaching back to unzip her dress, toeing off the pointed shoes sliding down the spanx like covering, standing just a bra and underwear.

There were no locks on the door, so nudity was off the table for now. Her body flung itself on the bed, relishing in the feel of the cool sheets against her warm skin. It like ice against fire and it never needed to stop.

Two knocks at the door had her stopping; eagerly pulling the covers over herself, weakly telling whomever it was to come in.

It as Venable wearing a smirk on her face with a bottle of pills in her hand- she knew exactly what those were. Her legs tangled in the sheets as she tried to rise, wanting to kiss Venable for bringing her suppressants. “Are those for me? Please Ms. Venable, I thought we’d run out.”

Her attempt came to a halt when Venable chuckled and pocketed the pills, “Oh we have run out—for you at least.” Julie was confused and Venable walked a little closer with a smirk, “The Cooperative supplied us with 36 months of suppressants, and you’ve gone and wasted half. But then again, no one ever told you that cutting them in half with a little bit of this and that made them more effective and gave you twice as much.”

“You-you-“ oh my god. Venable’s an omega.

“You’re an omega-“ the words became a screech as the older omega’s hand slapped her so hard she flew off the bed and collapsed on the ground, a trickle of blood leaving her nose and staining her teeth. Venable looked down on her with a cruel sneer.

“Look at you. Pathetic. Weak. Omega.” She pressed the base of the cane against Julie’s throat, “If you tell a soul, I’ll drag your body, kicking and screaming, outside and let the cannibals have you. Understood?”

Julie felt tears creep into her eyes but nodded as Venable moved the cane away, “But I have a feeling you won’t survive the night. With an Alpha like Langdon here, your weak body will crave for him in a way so desperate that the heat will consume you.”

She walked to the door, “I look forward to taking your cold dead corpse outside.” The door shut with a slam.

It took Julie more than ten minutes to stand on shaky legs, wetness sliding down her thighs like a waterfall. As much as she wanted to think it wasn’t true, it was fact that Omega’s died from Heat Stroke all the time, and unless Langdon somehow wanted her… this was her last night in Outpost 3.

It was a miracle that she made it on her bed, that her jerky breathing and stuttered movements allowed her to do nothing but curl up n a ball and cry. It would hurt to feel the heart beat so fast it felt as though the chest would erupt.

She wanted so bad to be filled, to be held, to be kissed by sweet lips that only craved hers for now and always. But humanity as they knew it was gone; for all she knew, there were no more Alpha’s out there. There was only Langdon.

It was hard to know when she fell asleep, but her eyes fluttered at the feeling of hands lifting her from the cold bed. They were gentle and soft, moving her like gentle doll, placing her against a chest that was warm, almost as warm as her own body, but the sweet scent that surrounded her made it all the better than any cold bed.

“Wha-“ Her words drifted off into a murmur when a soft kiss graced her forehead, lulling her back into a dreamless sleep.

~

The first thing she noticed when she woke up was that, well, she wasn’t dead- in fact, she’d survived the night. There was never any way to tell how many how many hours had passed; yes there were clocks but with no sunlight from outside or moon shine from night, the body had no way of knowing if days had passed or not.

Julie stretched, wiggling her toes and lifting her arms above her head, small noises echoing through the room. The covers fell down, bare breasts becoming an eyesore to the empty room.

“I wasn’t expecting such a show but I can’t say I’m complaining.” A terror filled screech left her mouth when Langdon’s voice echoed to her left, turning with fear to watch the man who sat at his desk, laptop open with light shining on his face.

But those deep cerulean eyes weren’t focused on the screen, but instead were watching her supple breasts, smiling when her hands scrambled to cover them.

Her mind and body were at ends; Her mind telling her to flee away from the Alpha that had, upon further inspection, taken her from he room and brought her to his own abode. Her body on the other hand, wanted him to force her to present for him, have him take from her all she had.

Langdon shut the laptop and leaned back in his swirly chair, “I haven’t smelt an Omega like you before. Even before the Armageddon, none of them held a candle.”

He stood and took graceful steps closer to her form on the bed; “I’d assume at first that you and that Stevens witch were using your body to ensnare me in a trap. But I would be able to smell out that stupid voodoo nonsense. No… you’re just at it seems; a pure little thing, desperate to be split open on the nearest knot.”

She completely ignored the part about voodoo magic and Dinah Stevens, promising herself she’d bring it up later, and instead asked, “Is that why you brought me here?”

He was closer now and his scent was making him soak his sheets, “Well, that depends.” And she inquired, “On?”

Langdon towered over her, watching her begin to squirm, “On whether or not you want this, and if you do, if you can be a good girl for me.” His ringed hand reached forward and ran along the pudge of her cheek, “I’ve waited a long time for you Julie March, and I intend to have you.”

It happened so fast; one moment he was caressing her cheek and the next he was looming over her, knees on either side as his hair fell around them like a curtain, hiding them from the world. His scent was making her dizzy but she wanted more.

“I don’t even know you Langdon.” He leaned down like a pup and nosed her cheek, “You will.” His nose found the curve of her brow and sniffed against her forehead and murmured “And please, call me Michael.”

He kissed her with an urgency that had her seeing stars, clammy fingers grasping his black silky clothes to pull him closer, wanting to feel him in every pore of her body. Those jeweled hands roughly gripped her bare skin, harshly sliding down to her nipples and giving a strong tug.

Julie let out a sweet cry that had him smirking and mouthing at the crease of her neck, “You’re perfect sweetheart.” Those fingers tugged even harder, wanting her to scream for him. He wanted the whole Outpost to know that this Omega, that Julie was his.

When her beautiful brown eyes filled with water did he show mercy on the dusty nipples, moving down and taking one into the warm cavern of his mouth, sucking with strength that had her arching her back. His hands wound under her back and lifted her up, wanting to feel her even closer but he needed to get rid of his clothes first.

They were gone with a snap of his fingers and her eyes widened in shock; what kind of wizard was this guy. And as if he could read her thought he released her tit with a ‘pop’ and smirked, “At a time like this I was hoping to turn your brain to mush but instead you call me a wizard. How very Julie of you.”

Michael finally pulled her forward and met her lips in the middle, tasting the sweet Omega that would finally be his. Her mouth was a heaven he would never see and he wanted to have it always. She gave him control, wanting him to have all the control.

He smirked into the kiss when she started to buck her hips into him; wanting his cock to stuff her so full she felt it for days. But he was a cruel Alpha; “I’m not going to fuck you Julie, not until I’ve had a taste.”

A shocked squeak echoed when he at up and tore the covers off the bed, leaving her bare to his eyes, his cock growing harder by the second. Her shy nature caused her to try and cover up her fuzzy skinned pussy, but a deep growl from Michael stopped her. Those rings were cold as they drifted across the peach fuzz of her thick thighs, thumb running over her slit and making her moan.

After effectively coating his fingers in her fresh slick, he brought them up to his mouth, moaning at the slightly sweet taste. “Oh my Jewel, you are divine.” He slithered like a snake down her body, lips resting at her pussy.

It was one long swipe of his entire tongue that had her screeching like a cat, his strong hands gripping her thighs and holding her down as so he could feast with ease. It was akin to the fountain of youth, or that of a drink of the Gods; she tasted of perfection.

Julie’s nails tore into the sheets, internal muscles trying to grip onto him but failed again and again. He was sucking her dry; those pink lips covered in her juices, some of it spilling down his chin. She was breathing deeply when she looked down her body at him, those blue eyes meeting hers as he moved to nibbled on her clit, loving the moan he received in return.

He was evil- his mouth moved between her throbbing clit and sopping hole, not knowing which one was better. The heat of her skin was burning her alive, and she needed to be fucked. Now.

It took a moment for her to lift one of her hands and place into on Michael’s blonde head of locks, smiling when he moved away from her pussy and sat up, bare chest on display as his hands stroke her trembling thighs.

“Is there something wrong, my pet? Something you need?” He shook his head at her needy moans, “Oh no, no my sweet.” One of those sweet hands reached for her warm throat and lightly squeezed, “I want to tell me what you want.”

A look between desperation and pain crossed her face, biting her lip until warm rivulets of blood trailed down her chin, moaning when Michael surged forward to lick it up. “Please Michael, please, please.”

He chuckled, “Please what?” The fingers on her throat tightened just a smidge. “Be specific.”

She let out a high-pitched whine that made him even harder- if being harder was even possible, “F-Fuck me please please knot me please please Michael.” He cooed at her desperate plea, kissing away the shy tears that slid down the side of her skull. His poor omega needed his cock so much it was hurting her.

While foreplay was always fun and all, the smell of her heat was causing a desire to knot, to mate, to breed, and who was he to deny himself of anything? Especially when he had his Queen spread before him; he would have all of her.

It was a mere matter of positioning himself over her- he wanted to look into her eyes as he fucked and mated her, maybe even pupped her- and lining himself up with her slippery entrance. He rubbed his cockhead through her folds, “My needy little Jewel.” It was a deep thrust that had him fully inside her, wincing at the pain she showed in her yelp; he may have liked to cause pain to some people, but never his Julie.

He shushed her and kissed her wet cheeks, trying not to start his thrusts before she was comfortable and fully stretched from his cock. Their deep breaths echoed through the room, the only sound amongst the crackling fire. He wished he could kiss away her pain.

Julie felt the burning pain slowly morph into pleasure that wracked her lower half in a way she’d never know. Masturbating wasn’t really her thing, and dating was hard when Alpha’s liked Omega’s who were either forward or wore short skirts, Julie was neither. But here, during the goddam Apocalypse, she’d found a mate in a mysterious man she barely knew with his cock in her virgin hole; how sweet it is.

He smiled at her when she murmured ‘move’ and set a pace that shook the bed against the wall. Michael felt only pleasure in this moment; no pain for memories of Ms. Mead, no hatred for Cordelia Foxx- there was just he and Julie.

It was a short fuck; He felt her squeeze around his cock and let her bite his neck, marking him as her mate. And when he felt his knot swell, he simply turned her head to the side and exposed the expanse of her neck, sinking his teeth in and feeling the bond form.

It was a feeling neither thought they would ever experience, but it was real and true and forever. Michael would hold onto her for the rest of his immortal life and he would summon his father in the pits of the hell that was Outpost 3 and ask for her immortality. He would not take no for an answer.

Julie was in bliss; the heat was subsiding and the knot currently pumping cum in her- which would no doubt end in a pregnancy that she was nowhere near ready for- made all her worries fade. She took a moment to watch Michael, who in turn watched her.

“Have I met you before? Somewhere up there…” Her lazy hand waved to the ceiling, not knowing if she meant above the ground and into the world or in the stars and heaven above. It was something inside her that made her trust him.

Michael carefully leaned forward- watchful of his knot- and brought the fingers to his mouth to kiss. “My jewel, no matter where we are, or were we go, you’ll always be mine.” He took her hand and placed it on his chest. “And I’ll always be yours.”

Hope you Enjoyed!

[tateisabigmood]

C.F- beer kisses

REQEUST: anon - Could you write a fic about meeting Cody with the sentences 4 and 9 from the prompt list?

4. “ I don’t know if it’s because I’m drunk, but you look so kissable. “

9. “ You’re sassy. I like that. “

summary: you meet Cody during a party.

warnings: weed, alcohol, kissing

wordcount: 998

The sound of the song that is bouncing through the house makes vibrations run through your body. The bass makes you chest pound along with it as you enter the house. The sticky smell of weed, alcohol, and vanilla - surprisingly - flows into your nostrils. At any other moment, you would have dry-heaved at the mere thought of the scent, but with all of the alcohol in your body, the mixture smells like heaven.

A man with raven black locks gives you a tap on your shoulder, causing you to look at him. In his fingers, he has a joint hanging. He pushes it towards you, indicating for you to take a huff. You do so, needing to feel high to enjoy this party to the fullest.

You place the rolled up paper against your lips and drag the smoke into your lungs. You let some air flow in along with the smoke before blowing it out, making sure not to blow it right in someone's face. After a couple of drags, you hand it back to him. The boy throws you a smile before taking a puff and disappearing into the crowd again.

Now, with a buzzing body, you start to dance along with everybody else. You hips move along with the rhythm of the music as your head lets itself fall back into your neck.

All of a sudden a pair of hands are on your hips. Instead of pulling yourself out of the grasp, you push your self against the person. You throw them a quick glance over your shoulder. It's a man. Dark curls falling in front of his eyes, a soft rosy colour dusted over his cheeks - most likely from the alcohol.  A groan escapes from his lips as you press your bum into his front. His fingers roam up and over your body, lighting your skin on fire as they go.

" I'm Y/N! " you shout over the music. The man nods, leaning in to talk in your ear.

" Cody," he says, causing shivers to run over your spine. Cody. He seems like a Cody. he presses you against him again and starts dancing. You follow his movements without any complaints.

After what felt like hours of dancing, he links his fingers with yours and pulls you aside, out of the crowd. You follow him even though it what he is doing seems kinda sketchy, but your brain is to buzzed up to register it.

Cody leads you to the kitchen of the house. Only a couple of people are there, either making out or getting a new drink out of the fridge. Quickly, he pushes you against the counter. His lips ghost over the skin of your neck, leaving wet kisses along with them.

He pulls away, staring at you with glossy eyes. " I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, but you look so kissable," he whispers before leaning in. You push your hands against his chest to hold him back.

" It's definitely because you're drunk. I can smell the alcohol from here, " you so as the wiggle yourself out of his grasp to grab one of the red cups of beer belonging to an abanded game of beer pong.

You hear Cody groan behind you as he makes his way over to you, grabbing a cup for himself as well. " And you smell like weed. ".

You nod at his comment, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. You two sit there as you both finish your cup, listing to the slightly muffled music.

" You look like an angel, " he says, breaking the silence. You give him a small smile, leaning in a bit closer.

" You know who you look like? " you ask him. A smirk appears on his lips as he patiently waits for your answer. " Someone who I'm gonna ignore, " you say before pushing your cup into his hands and making your way over to the dancing crowd.

Before you can get away, however, two strong hands wrap themselves around your wrist and pull you to the owner of them, Cody. " You're sassy. I like that, " he says with a rumble in his voice.

You try to get out of his grip, but he just pulls you tighter towards him. " What do I gotta do for you to stop bugging me? " you question, playfulness laced in your voice.

" Kiss me. " he simply states. You roll your eyes at him before pressing your lips against his. His grip on your wrists softens as he starts to kiss back. You take this opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers toying with his curls.

A moan falls from his lips as you give one of his locks a particularly hard pulls. " Kinky, are we? " you say between the kisses. You can feel him smile against your lips as he lets his hands run over your waist.

You bit down on his bottom lips softly before pulling away from his mouth and starting to suck on the delicate skin of his neck. He lets out a moan as you suck on a particularly sensitive area of his neck.

He takes he left hand and places it underneath your chin, pulling up to meet his lips again. He's rougher now, a certain type of hunger prominent in his kisses.

Cody pulls you closer to his body by your hips, causing a squeal to fall of your lips. You let one of your arms rest on against his chest as the other stays behind his neck.

Before he can deepen the kiss too much, you pull away. You untangle yourself from him and lett him send in the kitchen without you in his grasp. You start to walk away. " Can I get your number?! " he yells after you.

You stop to look over your shoulder at him, shaking your head slightly. " No, but I'll find you when I need you, mister Cody, " you say before disappearing into the dancing crowd again.

Permanent taglist ( OPEN ): @quacksonbarnes @cassiopeia-barrow @germansarechill Cody Fern taglist ( OPEN ):

[spencer-is-amazing]

Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word Length: 2k~

Warnings: None

Chapter 1: The End (x)

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Chapter 3: Purple or Grey 

Also posted on my Ao3 account! (x)

Wilhemina Venable lead Timothy, Emily and Julie through a tall tunnel that let to an open area, lit by a large fire that showed off just how massive the downstairs was.

Timothy inquired as to whether it was a fall out shelter, and Venable responded in a bleak tone, “It is now. For many years it served as an exclusive boys school.”

Julie was tempted to ask what kind of boy’s school was this deep underground and this strangely creepy, but Emily beat her to it, “What kind of boys school is subterranean?”

“The Cooperative, to whom we owe our eternal gratitude, took ownership and converted it once they realized what was coming.”

“The Cooperative knew the bombs were gonna drop and they didn’t make more? Try to save more people?” One look from Venable had Julie shutting her mouth.

“The Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bomb.” She led them through the main room downstairs, going through another passageway that led to a spiraled set of stairs. Julie would’ve been amazed under any other circumstances at the neat architecture.

“The Cooperative is not made up of nations or armies.” She paused at the base of the spiral. “It is a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer. The visionaries.”

Julie couldn’t help herself, “Are you apart of the Cooperative?”

Venable ignored Julie’s question, and truthfully Julie hadn’t expected an answer, in turn explained exactly why they were there. She said technology was the problem, had led people to believe that they were equal, and it made Julie uneasy.

Venable sounded like one of those radicals who still believed in slavery and segregation and from the way there were people dressed in grey cleaning the floors, this would be a very uncomfortable lifestyle. Who even decided who got live in luxury and who scrubbed the toilets? Venable? The Cooperative?

She led the three of them into one room, “You are a purple.” The three of them were confused as Venable opened up a closet full of Victoria style purple dresses.

“The elite, the worthy.” Venable pierced Julie with a glare. “Those chosen to survive.”

Emily walked into the closet and pulled out a purple coat, scoffing at its ugliness. “I’m supposed to wear this shit?”

“In the Outpost, everyone must know their place.” Once again, she met Julie’s eyes. “The purple’s wear purple, the Grey’s, Grey.”

“Who are the Grey’s?” Venable called them the worker ants and said that they were here to serve, claiming they were grateful for the opportunity. It made her stomach turn to hear another human speak about others in such a degrading way.

Venable led Timothy to his room; closet full of purple suits and said much of the same that had been said to Emily before stepping out, leaving Julie alone with her. It was an awkward few minutes of silence.

“Am I a purple too?”

Venable’s face flickered in the light of the candle, “If it were up to me, you would have been left to the blast.” The terrifying woman tapped her cane twice. “If it were up to me, you’d be a grey.”

Julie held her breath, lungs whimpering for air but fear kept her still. Would she really throw her out?

“But lucky for you, the Cooperative is responsible for your survival. Now come, you should get settled in.”

The only sound that echoed through the underground cavern was Venable’s cane, taking her to a room that was much out of place from the others, as well as much larger. It felt so foreign, like attaching a prosthetic limb that was much more deserving of someone else.

There was a queen sized bed, a roaring fireplace, a massive closet which most likely held more purple clothes, and three couches that looked great for leisuring. But how did one leisuring when the world had burned and there were people deemed under her nose. It made her sick to be given all this.

Venable was on her way out when she spoke up, “The house rules are simple; you will address me as Ms. Venable, you may never leave the building and if you do you will not be allowed back inside.”

Venable tapped her cane, “Copulation of any kind is forbidden.” Not allowing sex in the end of times was pretty fucked.

“We dress for dinner, you’ll find your dinner wear on the left side of the armoire. Cocktails in the music room at 6:30, be prompt.”

She slid the door open; “There’s no excuse for tardiness when there’s nothing to do.” Julie flinched when the door slammed shut, eyes watering and lip trembling.

So this was her life now; living in Outpost 3 under the cruel thumb of Ms. Venable, following her rules and never seeing the cold light of day again. No one could blame her for wetting her pillow with tears.

~

Julie March left her room at 6:20, donned in a purple dress that belonged more in a 19th century novel than in 2020, but at least it was comfy so she couldn’t complain. A grey was a few feet away from her door and led her to the lounge hall, never making eye contact or speaking a word.

It was unsettling to say the least. But even worse were the people she was greeted to in the lounge area.

There was Gallant, a white haired flamboyant man-child who hated the repetitive song on the radio and had a liking for Coco’s hair, as well as being Evie’s grandson. And as for Evie, she was a bitter old woman who thought she deserved this so called ‘Salvation’ because she attended the Oscars with Natalie Wood.

There wasn’t much to say about the others; A white guy named Stu laid in the arms of his lover who’s name she still didn’t know, and a grey named Mallory complained to Coco that she deserved to be a purple.

Emily and Timothy came in after her and sat close, staring at the each other. So this was the end of the world, the last of civilization in one neat little box.

Gallant was making a fuss over Coco’s strange up do, and once more complaining about the song on the radio that played 24/7 and never changed or stopped.

A middle aged black woman who introduced herself as Dinah Stevens came near Timothy and tried to make conversation, while Gallant moved from Coco to asking Emily if anything was happening outside.

“It’s all gone. Everything.” None of them looked shocked, aside from Stu who couldn’t believe the word was dead in just two weeks.

Dinner was an awkward affair consisting of gelatin cubes with enough nutrients to keep the body alive, and conversation that made her want to tear her hair out. At least until Gallant grew brave enough to address her, as no one else had.

“So why do you get a special room? Everyone else is on the second floor but I saw you come from downstairs. In fact, what makes you a purple and not a grey?”

Gallant must have realized he was being to forward and backtracked, “Not trying to insult you or anything-“

Stu muttered “too late” and Gallant shot him a look before addressing her again, “I’m not saying you don’t deserve to be purple cause this whole system of who does and doesn’t is fucked in the ass, but just like, why you? I could do so much more with a bigger room.”

A lot of questions from a small-minded idiot, but she wasn’t mean enough to say that aloud. “To be honest, it’s just as surprising to you as it is to me. “ There wasn’t much else to say, so she stayed quiet, ignoring Evie’s glare at her side.

Julie used her fork to cut up her cube in four pieces, eating each one as slow as she could, even if the hunger was gnawing at her gut. A laugh nearly erupted when Coco ate hers in one bite and complained aloud that she wanted more.

“Fuck this bullshit!” Julie wanted to snort as Coco stood and spoke to the whole table, “With all the thought that went into this place, they don’t have a single bag of Pirate’s Booty in the pantry? For a hundred million dollars a ticket, I expect goddam Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us real food!”

Julie dropped her head when Ms. Venable came into sight, cane clacking on the ground. It was no shocker when she slapped Coco clean across the face, but the thing that did shock Julie was the short stout woman who was next to Ms. Venable.

It was akin to being slapped herself; she knew her.

At least, she thinks she did. Julie bites her lip in irritation, as she can’t place just where she’s seen here. It was like knocking on your own front door but no one answers, or like an autobiography with empty pages.

Her eyes closed and she traveled through her thoughts, avoiding all the happy memories of life before two weeks ago, and it was as if there was a fog in her brain, scrambling a few certain things she so desperately wanted to see.

“Are we boring you?”

Her eyes jolted open to find the whole table watching her, though the short stout woman was the one who had spoken to her. Julie shook her head and the stout woman gave her a soft smile that made her feel like a kid again.

Ms. Venable spoke of a carrier pigeon that had come, a message stating the there were in fact three other Outposts, but they had been overrun. That life outside these walls was nothing more than rotting corpses and hungry cannibals. They were it.

It was stomach curling to hear that after only two weeks like had all but been destroyed outside these walls; that there was nothing out there was cannibals and, she quotes, ‘canker puss monsters.’ Julie hoped she would never have to meet them.

A few other people walked in, dressed in black, and the tallest one leaned down to whisper in the stout woman’s ear.

“We have a problem.”

They had taken Stu and Gallant, claims of them having radiation spikes and Julie only assumed they were dead. They’d been allowed to leave after the two men had been dragged away, and Julie nearly vomited up her cube, but knew it would only hurt her in the long run.

She changed into her nightwear and paced the room, fire reflecting shapes on the wall. It was too early for sleep, and talking to the others would be as bad as being alone. There were no books in here and asking Ms. Venable if there was a library seemed too scary an option.

Were they supposed to do this for the next 18 months until they ran out of food, then what? Starve? Go crazy?

A sorrow filled chuckle filled the room but she refused to shed any more tears. It was acceptance or die.

A knock on the door brought her from her reverie, and Julie quickly slid it open, brows furrowing in confusion when no one was on the other side. Who the hell ding dong ditched in a damn fallout shelter?

“Hello?” There were no Grey’s, no Purple’s, no one. She was stepping back in when a flash from the corner of her eye had her sharply turning to the left, eyes widening at what she saw a few feet away.

It was a body covered in black latex, head to toe and in a pose that felt insanely nauseatingly threatening. “Can I help you?”

The figure stood there and this was something out of a horror movie to be honest. Only she would stand and talk to whatever the hell it was. “Hey!”

She yelled for it when the figure turned and walked away. Julie looked around, was she supposed to follow him? Or was this just some trick they were all playing on her for shits and giggles? This was such a scenario that you saw in movies like Scream, where you’re yelling for the girl to run away from the killer, but in Julie’s case, death might be better than life at Outpost 3.

With one last look at the much too large and painfully clean room, she closed the door and followed the figure.

Thanks for reading!

[lavenderahs]

hi!!! can u please do 17, 22 and 26 with either cody fern or xavier plympyon?? i’m new to the cody fern fandom and am seriously craving some fluffy content. i’d appreciate it <333

ofc! ill do cody :)

prompts here!

a/n: this isnt the best, not rlly doing good mentally rn lol. trying to get back on my a-game

mini tag - @d3monslust @mllxngdonswife @kitty4860 @forevercountess

cody

17 shower. dinner. bed. -

cody & i spend most of our days working. since cody is currently on set for season 10 of ahs. [a/n: i wish !!] his nights get longer and longer. having home cooked meals together is a priority for eachother, just something we enjoy. not eating our meals till 9 or 10pm takes a toll on me, but i wouldnt trade the hour or 2 of sleep i loose, just to see codys face light up after a long day on set. "darling im home!" cody says in a singy-song voice as he slips in the door. i run up to him, greeting him with a warm hug. "ive missed you" his arms connect to mind as he slips them around my waist. "ive missed you too" he smiles. i look up into his warm blue eyes "ive got ravioli waiting for you" i slip out of his arms, trying to sway him to the kitchen. pulling back "no my love not yet" i groan as he drags me into our bedroom. "c'mon, lets both just knock out a shower real quick" he grabs us towels from the dresser. showering with cody is definitely a heart warming feeling, just the warmth and love in our veins. cody motions for me to get in; i gently step into the shower, warmth trickling down my spine. cody hands me my bottle of shampoo, other hand holding his. we stand face to face; washing our hair, giggling as we flick the suds at eachother. we share gentle kisses as we bathe. i squeeze out face wash into our hands "here wash my face and ill wash yours" he laughs as he cups my face and gently cleanses my face. i reach up to his and pinch his cheeks, causing us to giggle.

after drying off, and putting clean clothes on; we headed back to the kitchen. our ravioli still warm, cody decided to pour us some champange. slipping the glass into my hands, bringing us to a toast; "heres to us, 2 beautiful connected souls" he shines a charming rin as the glasses clink. throughout our meal, i always notice the small things; how his eyes never leave mine, how hes so invested into what im saying, in conclusion he just truly cares. most men are pure shit; but cody, hes different. after our last few bites, codys hands linger to the dirty plates "i got dishes hun, go finished getting ready for bed, ill be there in a sec" knowing how stubborn he is, you don't bother arguing.

the lamps in your bed room are dimmed, the only light being the television. laying with half open eyes, i wait on cody to come to bed. as i almost drift off, i hear his soft foot steps slip inside our room. he chuckles lightly "hey sleepyhead" he slides in beside me, wrapping his arm around me, bringing me to his chest. his calm heart beat hums in my ears. i take a few deep breaths "i love you so much cody" i whisper. i hear the smile in his voice "i love you too darling" his hands caresss my hair as i slowly drift off. "sleep well my love"

22 youre cute when youre mad

"i dont understand y/n! why can't you just pick something" his face hot from frustration. giggling, I say "babe I just don't know what to eat, theres so many choices" i trail off as i twirl my hair. out of the corner of my eye i see him roll his eyes. "i mean.. theres the deli on 4th street, the hotdog stand, oooh maybe waffle house" i do my best to irritate him. he looks over at me "so hot headed" i chuckle. "y/n, i swear, i dont under-" i cut him off "cody its because youre cute when youre mad" i say sarcastically even though it's true. he exhales "so im cute now" eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed he spits. "yessum you are, my cute lil hot head" i tap his nose. his mood lightens at my silly acts. "ugh i love you" he smiles as he leans in for a kiss. i return the kiss, slow yet with a smile. knowing that hes gonna have to deal with me for the rest of his life.

26 youre such a blanket hog -

"cody give it!!!" i whine as i pull our bed comforter back onto me "cody! we have a queen size bed! you dont need all of it!" he gives no response to the complains; just simply watching the movie. irritated, i hop up and find the closest throw blanket in our room. "look! i got my own now" hes trying so hard not to crack a smile. i hop on to the bed, wrapping it tightly around me. "youre such a blanket hog!" i say with a pout. his only response being "i know silly, gotta deal with it"

[michael-langdon-baby]

Masterlist

American Horror Story

Salvation 

Chapter 1 (x)

Chapter 2 (x)

Chapter 3 (x)

Chapter 4 (x)

Chapter 5 (x)

Crave (One-Shot) Alpha!Michael x Omega!OC

[michael-langdon-baby]

Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word Length: 2.3k~

Warnings: None

Summary: Desperation makes the worst of us, but at least he’s here to make it all better. 

Masterlist! 

Going into the unknown would scare anybody, and Julie was no exception.

It was dark and chilly in the barren corridors of Outpost 3 and Julie really wished she had put on socks- though they were bare threads that wouldn’t give much warmth.

There were no Grey’s in sight, and it was almost calming to have no one around. She had always been a bit of a hermit, so she enjoyed the silence. But she wasn’t alone, was she.

She had been following him- she wasn’t sure it was a him, but it was easier than calling him it- for around five minutes when the familiar tapping of Ms. Venable’s cane echoed through the hall.

There were no rooms to hide in, seeing as they were on the first floor and all the rooms were on the second, and her heart rate grew faster as the noise grew closer.

She let out a small yelp when a black hand reach forward and pulled her into the wall, latex hand covering her mouth and pulling her against its strong body. She felt his front press into her back and felt the deep inhale he took when his head found the curve of her neck.

She started to squirm when the light from Venable’s candle lit the dark hallway in the corner of her eye, knowing that being caught would be a death sentence. The squirming intensified as tears started to pool in her eyes, but the black creature simply would his other hand around her midsection, fingers sliding down and digging into her pelvic bone.

She whimpered when he ground his prominent erection into the back of her dress, muffled grunts and growls emitting from the mask and echoing in her ear. She couldn’t escape the strong hold as Ms. Venable walked into view, eyes glaring forward with the candlelight flickering under chin.

And she walked right by them, as if they were never there. Venable never once acknowledged their presence, not once turning to them and screaming at the compromising position she was in.

And Julie didn’t complain when the latex man that had protected her from Venable’s wrath pressed its clothed erection against her in jerky motions, as if he was coming underneath the suit.

He breathed deeply into her neck while coming down from the presumable high, taking in as much of her scent as it could. His strong hands released her and she was allowed to walk forward and out of the warm embrace, turning around to get a better, much closer look.

But then he was gone, no latex covered body to be seen. Her eyes darted around the temperate hallway, but there he was nowhere to be seen.

It was a silent and quick trip back to her room, and she touched herself for the first time in months to the feel of his erect cock pressing into her back. Her eyes closed as she came onto her fingers, never seeing the looming black figure watching from the ceiling.

~

“I knocked on your door last night but you didn’t answer. Where were you?” Mallory had come to sit next to Julie, and watched her with eager eyes.

But she just tried to shrug her off, “I heard you but I was just really tired. What did you need?”

Mallory leaned in, “Gallant said they killed Stu. He told me not to tell anyone but I love gossip and he knows that.” She squinted her eyes and smirked, “I saw you last night. You were outside your room.”

Julie quickly grabbed Mallory’s hand and pulled her close, “Mallory please, don’t tell anyone.”

“Why? You didn’t go outside did you?”

“No, no, of course not.” Julie leaned in closer and spoke directly in the Grey’s ear. “I saw someone outside my room. “

Mallory was intrigued, “Who was it?” But Julie just shrugged, “No idea. They were covered in black latex, couldn’t see his face.”

Mallory nodded and pulled back, cringing when Coco commanded she come and refill her mineral water, glaring daggers at Julie for stealing away her Grey.

~

Dinner was a tense time; Coco spouting about nonsense of Stu being boring and deserving to die and Andre hoping she was killed next. Julie sat between Timothy and Emily, and shot them both concerned looks.

Andre spat, “I hope they come for you next.”

“No one will be coming for anybody, not unless they break the rules.” Julie’s head dropped when Ms. Mead spoke, still very uncomfortable around the woman.

Venable spoke up as trays were wheeled in, “This is a difficult time for everyone. As a small consolation, we have a special treat.”

The inhabitants of Outpost 3 watched as a large pot was wheeled in, a Grey lifting the lid to reveal a steamy stew. “Enjoy the bonne bouche.”

The Gray’s ladled the stew into the Purple’s bowls until each one had a full bowl, ready to be slurped.

Julie’s soup was full of meaty looking chunks and smelled better than any gelatin cube, and she looked to Coco when she claimed having an orgasm in her mouth after one bite.

Her hand lifted the spoon and scooped up a large chunk with a bit of broth, ready to enjoy the first warm meal in weeks when a voice like an angel rang through her head.

Stop.

The spoon stopped midway to her mouth, and Julie looked around the table to see if anyone else had heard the voice, or if maybe someone there had spoken aloud to her. She shrugged it off- maybe it was the isolation getting to her- and tried to take the first bite once more.

I said, stop.

“Why?” Timothy gave her a look when spoke aloud, and she went red when she realized she’d spoken aloud to a voice in her head. Ms. Venable gave her a look akin to a mother to a disobedient child.

“Aren’t you going to eat? You don’t want it to get cold.”

Julie gave her a tight nod but the damage had already been done. She didn’t have the chance to taste it when Andre stood up and screamed something that made her want to vomit,

“The stew is Stu!”

Everyone, aside from Mead, Venable and Evie- who all continued to eat the ‘Stew’- immediately spit out what they’d consumed and were in various states of panic.

Venable rolled her eyes and took another bite, “For heavens sake, don’t be ridiculous. There are lines that can never be crossed and not eating people is of the first rank.”

“I don’t care what it is, it’s absolutely divine. And it’s full of fiber! I’m going to finish every last drop.” She took another bite and Julie wanted to smack her on the back of the head when Andre let out another wail.

~

The group of survivors sat in the parlor, Andre sobbing into Dinah Stevens shoulder as Evie defended herself as to not being a Cannibal.

“It was chicken, Andre. Delicious white meat chicken.”

But he insisted through tears “You’re a cannibal.” He screamed, “You’re all cannibals!” Dinah calmed him down, made him try to see any reason that it wasn’t Stu.

Julie sat on the couch, trying to edge away from the commotion, but did look up when Emily commanded all of their attention.

“Shut up! Shut up!”

They all watched as she stood, and Julie heard it too, or better yet- didn’t hear it. “The song stopped.” But she spoke too soon and the radio let out a click and started again, but was different than before.

There’s got to be a morning after~

Gallant was up and looked giddy, “They’ve been playing the same song for two three weeks, why would they change it all of a sudden?”

If we can hold on through the night~

Gallant burst into song in tune with the words and danced over to Julie, lifting her up and swinging her across the room with glee.

“Don’t you get it!?” He pulled Julie close, nose to nose before swinging her back to her original position. “The Cooperative is trying to tell us something! They’re saying, “Hang on. Were coming for you.”

The entire room jumped onto Gallant’s desperate train of thought, but Julie stood there with a sad smile. Was it wrong that she just knew that no one was coming?

18 months later

Julie hated when she was right; in fact, she so desperately wished she was wrong and that someone had come for them. But no one ever did.

In the year and a half that Julie March had lived at Outpost 3, she’d lost weight. The thickness that had encompassed her thighs had grown smaller, the protruding belly fat wasting away. The gelatin cubes may have given nutrients, but 12 months ago they’d been taken back to two cubes a day, and her body took a toll.

It was horrible- surviving that is.

Nuclear Winter wiped away everything that the bombs had left alive, so they were all that was left. Everyday was the same and Julie thought that dying would’ve been better.

It was strange to watch the love blossom between Emily and Timothy- they both knew the risk but didn’t fucking care- and what was life without having someone to share it with?

“I have an announcement.” They all looked away from their even smaller piece of cube, “This will be our last breakfast. We’re cutting back to one meal a day.”

Julie gripped her every smaller stomach with a grimace; one meal a day? This was agony; she’d been getting hungrier and hungrier and the dizziness and fatigue was getting worse.

Coco butt in, “You can’t be serious.”

Evie added, “An effective dieting technique.”

But Coco insisted, “So is starving to death! I mean look at that chick-“ she pointed at Julie’s tired face, “She’s gonna fucking die soon if we go on like this.”

Venable smiled at Julie’s pained face while Gallant intervened in favor of Coco, “How are we supposed to survive on half a cube a day?”

“It’s not optimal, but not impossible. Either way, we have no choice, not if we want to keep eating at all.”

Julie was in and out; she heard Gallant say something about being over starvation, Coco agreeing and even Mallory saying they should take their chances outside. She flinched when Gallant threw his plate at the wall,

“What’re you gonna do? Shoot us all! Huh?” Mead stood and the tall threatening guard made her way to Gallant, probably to kill him. And make him into more stew.

Julie looked away from the assumed bloodshed when red alarms blared through the room, startling everyone, making her grab her head in pain. It was as if the sound was penetrating ever muscle in her brain, putting every hair on edge.

Mead addressed the room. “Perimeter alert. There’s been a breach.”

Emily gasped and Timothy moved with quick speed to grab Julie as she collapsed to the ground, a bloody trail leaving her nose.

~

Ms. Mead made sure her contamination suit was fully in place before alerting the other guard to open the gate, walking out and gazing at the horse drawn carriage that approached.

They hadn’t received word of any visitors, so they proceeded with caution. Their guns were cocked and ready as a figure in radioactive resistant wear stepped from the carriage, stopping in front of them. They reached into their pocket to produce an identification booklet.

“I need to speak to Ms. Venable.”

Her eyes saw the name and addressed him as such, “Of course Mr. Langdon.” He put away his booklet and strides past them, and waved a hand back, “tend to the animals.”

~

Wilhemina Venable turned at the sound of the door opening, introducing herself- “My name is Wilhemina Venable. I’m in charge here.”

She took in this new intruder; He was tall with striking blonde locks that shouldn’t have looked that soft when the world was in ashes, his inner eyes having a smattering of red that accented the deep blue that assessed her every move.

And he spoke in a tone akin to a wolf among sheep, “Of course you are.”

She seethed on the inside at his degrading tone, “You don’t sound like you believe me.” But he gave a small shake of the head and gave a sly smirk, “Why wouldn’t I?”

His pointed shoes walked near the fireplace, “Seems like you’ve done a wonderful job. The walls are still standing; your people are alive and healthy. Which is… quiet a feat, considering.”

He stood in front of the roaring fire as she questioned him once more. “Three more Outposts have been overrun and the remaining three wont last through the year. “

“Why are you here?”

“Because it’s only a matter of time before the same thing happens to you. The good news is there’s another facility, a sanctuary. This one’s completely impregnable and stocked with enough supplies to last a decade.”

She wanted to groan in thanks at the prospect of finally getting out of this godforsaken place, even if the rest of those foul excuses for human beings were saved as well. “You’re here to take us there then?”

He chuckled, “Hmmm. I’ve been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival. I can take all of you.”

He cocked his head, “Or none of you.” She continued to watch him as her took a few steps closer, “Those who make it, live.”

“And those who don’t?”

Michael gave her the first sincere smile of the entire exchange, “They end up like my horses.”

Wilhemina Venable wanted to shoot him, but knew better, even when he turned her back on her to leave the room, “But fret not Ms. Venable-“

She flinched as he turned to watch her with eyes a shade darker that pierced her soul, “I do believe you have something of mine, and I intend to get it back.”

Hope you enjoyed!

[michael-langdon-baby]

Salvation

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word Count: 3k~

Warnings: Some smut~

Chapter 7: Acceptance 

Masterlist!

Julie knew this place; she’d been here before.

It was the long hallway- she knew this hallway; knew that to look behind was endless darkness. That it looked as if there was no end to the tunnel. But there was an end, there was -

“Wake up Julie. You need to wake up!” The incessant shaking at her frail shoulders had Julie March waking up, eyes blearily taking in the blurry form of Emily. It took a moment for the world to turn clear, but a pounding in her head had her whining in pain. Her memory was foggy.

“What happened? Wha-“ Emily shushed her and helped her sit up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed with quick ease. She was still in their clothes from the previous meal, which turned out to be very uncomfortable sleeping wear.

“We need to go downstairs; there’s a meeting with the person who breached the perimeter earlier. He won’t start unless everyone is present.” Emily left out the part where they had all been sitting before the man who had yet to identify himself; only for him to let out- what Emily would definitely identify as- a snarl.

His blue piercing eyes had searched the room, looking at each of them like they were vermin before turning on Venable, “You said this was everyone, correct?”

And Venable pursed her lips as if sucking on a sour lemon, “Well, not everyone-“

“Is everyone not what I specifically stated? Or were you unaware of what exactly everyone meant?” Venable gave the tightest smile and nodded.

“We have one more inhabitant here but she fell ill after dinner.” Emily had watched a look of anger cross his face. “I could have one of them retrieve her if you would like.” She watched him take a deep breath, a soothing smile crossing his face.

“Bring her here. Now.”

And so here Emily was, having run from the room with one look from Venable. “Come on, we need to get to the parlor.” Julie nodded, barely understanding what was going on. Had it not been just one of the cannibals breaching the surrounding area? A weak smile crossed her face- was it the Cooperative? Were they here to save them from this hell?

She weakly asked, “Are they here to save us?” Emily didn’t answer, instead helping her across the wide fire in the entry way with precision and speed. They arrived at the entryway to the parlor room when Emily stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. It hurt Emily to see Julie like this; no, the girls hadn’t really grown to close in their 18 months together, but to see anyone become a starved version of themselves was painful.

“Try and smile, and not look like you’re in pain.” Julie nodded with a smile and they walked into the parlor. Gallant smiled at them, while Coco gave a sneer with a lip curl. Andre and Evie could care less; their eyes were trained on the man whose presence seemed to take up the entire room.

“And our final guest arrives.” And his voice was smooth like silk, a sleekness that could wrap around your throat and would feel like a soothing touch. Everyone wanted that voice to sooth them.

Emily wouldn’t deny that his eyes had watched Julie until she took her seat, quickly darting away to watch the rest of the room. Julie took one look at him and tried to find his gaze, but he seemed resistant against it, so she turned away with half lidded sleepy eyes and waited for him to start. He seemed familiar, but her brain was too foggy to pull up a memory.

“My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative. Now, I won’t sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of collapse and my arrival here is crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth. “

“The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia, and San Angelo, Texas have all been overrun or destroyed. We’ve had no contact from the six other international outposts, but we are assuming that they too have been eliminated.”

Timothy was brave enough to ask after processing the information that said that they were basically it in terms of humankind, “What happened to the people inside?”

It was a simple for Langdon, “Massacred. The same fate that will befall almost all of you.” Emily saw the way his eyes darted to the droopy-eyed Julie, own brows furrowing in confusion for his looks at her.

“Almost all?” Mallory’s voice was akin to a mouse, and quickly looked shy once more. “With the knowledge that this very moment might occur, we built a failsafe. The Sanctuary.”

Coco asked in a voice that was akin to a petulant child, “The Sanctuary?”

To which Langdon nodded, “The Sanctuary is unique. It has certain security measures to prevent overrun.” Mead piped up from behind Venable, “What measures? Why weren’t we given them?”

Langdon simply raised his right heavily ringed hand in a way that commanded silence, “That’s classified. All that matters is that the Sanctuary will survive, so the people populating it will survive, so humanity will survive.” Emily was counting on her fingers how many times he glanced at Julie; this was four.

“Who are the people populating it?” Andre had a point, but Langdon gave the same response as before, “Also classified.”

Langdon continued, “’However, all hope is not lost. I’ve been sent here to determine if any of you are fit to join us. It’s a rigorous questioning technique called ‘Cooperating’. I will then use the information I gather to determine whether or not you are worthy of salvation.” Emily counted five.

“What is this, The Hunger Games? I paid my way in here and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing.” Everyone but Coco knew they would never take her, she was dumber than a bag of rocks and any child of hers would be twice as loud and ugly. And Langdon didn’t seem concerned, “You don’t have to sit in for questioning.”

“What happens if we don’t?” Another good question from Andre, to which the response was a hard “You stay here and die.”

Gallant eagerly raised his hand, “I’ll go first.”

Langdon smirked, “And so you shall.” Emily counted six.

“But don’t worry. If by chance, any of you don’t sit for questioning, or are simply not chosen-“ He pulled out a small pill container from his vest pocket “On the possibility that feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these. One minute later, you will fall into a sleep and never wake up.”

The inhabitants of Outpost 3 were silent, “I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.” Emily counted seven as he sauntered out of the room, meeting her eyes for a moment before quickly looking away. Those blue eyes made her skin crawl. Once he was out of hearing range Venable took his spot.

She looked ready to murder, anyone from Coco to Langdon would do. None of them were very happy; there was a chance that only a few of them would be saved and the rest left to die. What would she do if she was saved and not Timothy, or if he was and not her?

“Emily, take Miss March back to her room. It would be unfortunate if she were to keel over in the parlor.” Emily was quick to get Julie up, helping her out of the room and back across the entryway, Timothy quickly following after them but staying a bit away.

“I’m okay Emily, really. I just need some rest.” Emily didn’t believe her in any way but nodded, watching her step into her large room, marveling at how big it was. It was the size of Emily and Timothy’s room combined, with presumably the bathroom hidden behind the closed off doorway.

“I’ll feel better tomorrow, promise. Now go off and find Timothy, you guys have things to do I assume.” A knowing look from Julie had Emily blushing and fleeing, closing the door behind her, allowing Julie to collapse on her bed with a huff.

It took a few minutes for her light breath to echo through the dark room, and for the dark strawberry blonde haired figure to sleuth from the corner of the room. Those blue eyes took in the sleeping form; they saw every sharp bone and could feel every pain and ache. It made rage fill his veins. He took the few steps to reach her and let one hand run along her much smaller than before cheeks- he’s always loved how chubby they’d been. Those slim digits trailed down her neck with soft precision, grazing the globes of her bountiful breasts and sliding down her arm.

How he’d missed these hands; he could remember every time they held him close or chased away his fears. He’d dreamt of these hands, craved these hands, and missed everything about her. Langdon interlocked their fingers, marveling at the cold they now held. He laid himself, curled into her side, head resting on her bosom.

He’d missed this, so much. With a close of his eyes and a shuffle closer he was asleep, and Julie’s skinny frail body healed and grew, bone reverting back under her flesh and growing full of life. He’d never slept so well.

~

“How is she?” Timothy inquired this with a heavy brow, watching Emily let out a long sigh as she closed the door to Julie’s room. He knew the answer wasn’t going to be good; she’d looked horrible over dinner, and during Langdon’s informative meeting she’d looked barely alive, and after having a nosebleed and passing out- he knew it wasn’t good.

“She’s asleep.” Emily paused. “I don’t think she’ll last much longer like this. She looks like she’s starving but gets the same as the rest of us. It just doesn’t add up. And now with Langdon here, it just doesn’t make any sense.”

They both didn’t trust Langdon; the whole ‘Sanctuary’ idea seemed too good to be true and his whole concept of Cooperating seemed like bullshit. Why couldn’t they all be saved?

“I think he’s hiding something.” She grabbed Michael’s hand and led him up the stairs, looking around to make sure they were alone. “I say we check his room, he might have something there that can tell us what’s really going on.”

Timothy wasn’t on board, “What? You want to sneak into Langdon’s room? What if Venable finds out?” But Emily grabbed his hand and squeezed, “She won’t.” It was a quick peck on the lips that had Timothy giving in to her scheme, both of them sneakily walking down the hallway, trying to find Langdon’s room.

His door was open, and they watched with bated breath to see if anyone left since they couldn’t see anyone inside. It was a solid five minutes before Emily relented and tugged him inside, eyes widening at the glowing laptop on his desk.

“A laptop? Didn’t think there were any left…” She scurried over to it and lifted the top, displaying the screen. “How is there even Wifi? There are no cellular towers.” Timothy walked over to her and looked as well, “There’s messages from a week ago. How?”

Langdon’s emails page covered the entire screen, and they were all to and from the Cooperative. There wasn’t much that was important, mostly stuff he’d told them about during the meeting a few hours prior. Except-

“’Venable has deviated from protocol and has instituted her own rules forbidding sexual contact. Punishable by death.’ Venable’s a fucking liar.” God, the things Emily would give to see the look on Venable’s face when Langdon tore her a new one. But first, “Let’s check his desktop.”

Emily dragged the cursor to click the little red x at the top left hand corner, revealing a plain blue background with two folders. One was titled ‘Kineros’ and the other had no title at all. “You ever heard of Kineros?”

Emily shook her head and instead clicks on the blank one, nearly flinching when a password was required. “Shit, it could be anything.” She turned to Timothy, “Any ideas?” They were both stumped; it could be anything.

March

Emily stepped away from the laptop and looked around the room, “Did you hear that.” Timothy was still at the computer brainstorming when she asked. “Hear what?”

“That voice. Someone just spoke to me.” Timothy gave her a look and she glared, “I know what I heard.” He inquired, “And what did the voice say?” She’d heard it clear as day, and it all made some weird sort of sense. Langdon, who hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off Julie and had a locked password protected file, and a voice had whispered Julie’s last name. Emily was trying to piece it all together.

“Its March, the password is March.” Timothy looked confused and tried to question her but she pushed his aside, typing in the five-letter word, smiling when it unlocked. Her eyes watched as hundreds and hundreds of files appeared, each one titled with a number, ranging from 0 to the thousands.

“Emily, this is bad he could be back any second. We need to go.” Timothy made his way to the open door and peeked outside. She wasn’t listening, finger dragging the cursor to a random file, waiting barely a second for it to pop open.

“Oh my god. Timothy-“ Emily turned to tell him what she’d opened but he was gone. She turned around and stumbled back in fright.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

May you rise from the void, Father May your darkness guide me.

Julie stretched out on her bed, fingers clenching and unclenching in that akin to a baby.

God, she felt so good. Oof, her bones felt fresh and clean. Unfortunately, she seemed to have fallen asleep in her purple dress, which was pretty uncomfortable, but that had been a better sleep than any other. The room didn’t even feel cold, but then again it seemed that someone had gone and lit the fireplace.

Her eyes were finally open, looking around the slightly lit room, arms outstretching in front of her and-

“Ho-Holy Holy Shit!” Julie hopped out of bed like the energizer bunny and did a little dance; something had happened to her, something marvelous. The arms that had once been that of a stick with veins was now full and meaty, the stretch marks back were they belonged. The fingers that were once twigs were thick once more, a strong grip that had feeling like herself again.

Her stomach- oh how she’d missed her stomach- the once concave flat skeleton like form she’d had was gone, and in place was the flabby cushiness she’d loved and missed so much. Oh love handles, they were back! Her thighs were thick as could be and legs stronger than ever.

She felt like a Goddess, ready to fight the world with all her might. She had to show everyone, it was a miracle! The old and improved Julie skipped- yes, she skipped like a jolly kid- to the door, sliding it open and –oh.

The latex covered man was there, here, standing in front of her, her nose practically in his chest. And now that she could feel it, it was more like rubber- a rubber man. It was difficult to see his eyes, but she felt when his hands gripped her thick shoulders and pushed her back, stepping into the room and sliding her door shut.

Julie wasn’t scared; it wasn’t like he’d ever hurt her- he didn’t all those months ago. In fact, that had been 18 months ago, where had he been. She was tempted to ask, but she instead asked, “What do you want from me?”

He took a few steps forward, till they were touching once more and skimmed those hands down her sides, grasping her sides and tugging her close.

Power in Satan to overcome my weaknesses.

He curiously tilted his head down at her, fingers clenching in her dress. Her own hands gripped the suit. What was wrong wit her? She wanted this; she wanted him to fuck her. But why?

Power in your name, to be strong within

She yelped when he threw her onto the bed, appearing before her to tug off her dress, revealing her once more full voluptuous breasts and panties. She breathed the command “touch me.”

And so he did, sliding those black hands up her thighs and creeping up her stomach, tearing the bra in two. She didn’t ask him to take the mask off but was disappointed he couldn’t suck her nipples dry. Instead, he rubbed against them to create some lovely friction that had her panties wet.

And as if he could smell it, he moved down, tearing the panties in shreds. Once again, he couldn’t eat her sweet juices but instead stuck two thick fingers inside her wet hole, fingering her with a fury.

I found her, she’s here

Her toes were curling in pleasure, but the rubber man knew what he wanted. Her tugged up those thighs and released his cock from his suit, slamming into her and thrusting like a dog in heat. Her moans echoed through the room like a record on repeat, and he relished in them

Please, Father!

“Please, please, yes, please!” He never faltered, holding up her lower half with desperate thrusts that had her seeing stars. She hadn’t felt pleasure like this in a long time, not since-

Open my eyes!

Julie came with a scream, tears welling in her eyes and sliding down her plump cheeks. He didn’t stop, not until his own release filled her to the brim. Her thighs fell as he let his cock slip free, but continued palming over her warm flesh with curiousness akin to a child exploring a playground, but yet, he touched her as if he had once before.

Julie murmured, “who are you?” through blurry eyes as she felt him leave the bed, but of course he didn’t respond. She heard his steps, heard the door close and felt sleep overcome her body once more.

Ave Satanas

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