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austinstyles · 11 months ago

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Holiday

Cody Fern x OC

( I use this gif because I wanted to. Just putting that out there.)

Summary : Cody and the OC are friends that started to date and this is taken place during Christmas time and they are madly in love. And the OC is named Sapphire. And this is mostly during the time they are dating. (Short fanfic)

( I decided to make a female character because that is what I want to do. I hope everyone can respect that. I also know that Cody himself is in a relationship with a man. And I respect that there are people how love who they love. So just letting everyone know. )

Warning: Kissing, making out and spelling mistakes.Also let me know if I missed anything.

Sapphire pov

It is Christmas time all around, everyone is decorating and hanging lights. Is the most wonderful time, and I get to spend time with my amazing boyfriend Cody. And today we’re decorating a Christmas tree, we’re smiling and laughing. It feels amazing to just enjoying some alone time with Cody.

Christmas songs are playing in the background, the tree is looking amazing. I love the holidays, and I love spending time with Cody. We actually met back when we were kids in Australia, and it was the hole friend to lovers. Can’t imagine not having Cody be in my life, and getting to be in a relationship with him is just so amazing. He is caring and so sweet. You can say were some what of a lovey-dovey couple at times.

But you can also see the passion we have for each other. I am just so thankful for having him in my life.

This holiday season is going to be a nice one. And I get to spend Christmas with Cody. If it wasn’t very clear you can tell that my love for my boyfriend is very passionate. Every time we kiss sparks fly all over, and it can get very hot and steamy. More in the case of we start making out at any time when we’re kissing.

As we’re decorating I turn my head to Cody, and look into his gorgeous eyes. His eyes are looking into my eyes, and soon we’re kissing with so much passion. Then the kissing is turned into a make out session. Sparks are flying. And I can’t get enough of him.

While we’re making out, in the background the song ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ starts to play.

My mind goes over to the fact that all I wanted this Christmas was Cody. And also that I am lucky to have him in my life. I couldn’t have imagined a life without Cody as a part of it.

This holiday season is going to be magical. And I have so much I am thankful for this year. Also can’t wait to see what next year brings in store for my life. But at this moment in time all I am focused on is Christmas. Cody is still going to be by my side and I will be by his side.

After we have made out we’re back to finishing the decorations, and at the moment we’re done decorating. And decided to watch a Christmas movie. My head is on his shoulder, his arm is around my right arm.

And it is moments we spend together that makes me feel like I am so lucky to have a guy that treats me the way he treats me.

If you had told me at 7 when I first met Cody we would’ve been dating in our early adult years I wouldn’t have believed it. But had you said we would be great friends I would believe you.

And we have our journey with ups and downs, but we are here for each other and that is what matters.

As the first movie I had gifts that need rapping so I decided to go do that.

After the gift are rapped both me and Cody put them under the tree. This Christmas me and Cody are coworkers my family at my place. So it made sense to put the gift for each other under the tree we have decorated. And also I put the gifts for my parents and my sister under the tree.

Today is December 12th, and it seems early to put gifts under the tree, but I don’t care. And yes were decorating a bit late the some people do, but today we both had a free day so it was a perfect day to decorate my place with Christmas decorations.

I love Christmas, and love that I get to spend the holidays with my family and my boyfriend.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for all the support I get on my fanfics. I appreciate every like and comments and reblog. Let me know what you think of this fanfic. And my next fanfic with be coming in 2024. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. Take care everyone. And stay safe.

😃🩷👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

Tag list (Cody Fern related) : @morby

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beastsovrevelation · 1 year ago

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I like to use this scene for reference, when I imagine Michael actually seducing someone. Him circling her like a predator. His feather-light touch. His voice, soaked in poison and honey. He's a beast as much as he is a gentleman.

For the WIP with my OC* especially. Because, it's also a battle of wills, only with much higher stakes. And, he's not the only one in the dynamic able to tear the other apart. She's capable of killing him, even in full power. She has defeated his father before. And, she's considered impossible to corrupt. It all makes him want her to the point of madness.

I for sure can see her grabbing his hand like this, threatening to break it (he'd be touching the energy point from which her wings manifest). Obviously, she doesn't. Her letting him so close would already be proof his temptations aren't completely unsuccesful. It'd honestly be a leopard circling a lion.

*well OC in regards to AHS I obviously did not invent Michael the Archangel

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orienteddreamerrr · 1 month ago

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Made this little short of Michael Langdon from a comment one of my moots, @langdonss, said to me…

Prompt, in quote: “He’ll share his bread with you”

(Using my OC name)

(First Person)

Entering this dining room, I find a short blonde haired man sitting at a table, looking disheveled but was eating away on this stew and some bread. His eyes were red from crying. I can tell he needed company. And I needed his company too. I slowly walk over, sitting myself in a chair across from him. His eyes met mine, noticing my weariness and the sadness in my eyes. I’m guessing he could tell I was in a depressive state. He takes a piece of his bread, handing that piece to me. I look to it, knowing he was offering me some type of comfort as I take it from him. “Thanks…”, I mutter to him, as he only responded with a faint smile and nod. Eating on my bread, he eats on his bread too, eating more of his stew before he speaks. “You won’t starve…you won’t be alone…not on my watch…”, Those comforting words reached my soul somehow as I smile a faint pained smile. “So…you’ll help me?”, He nods. “We’ll both help each other…”, He settles his utensil down, holding out his hand. “I’m Michael…”, I could already feel my spirits being lifted as I reach for his hand to take it. “Lydia…”.

#short drabble #michael langdon #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #my drabbles #my fic writing #oc names #thank you for your supportive words!#hearts!#everywhere!#lol #depression #depression sucks btw

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rose-and-thorn-fanfics · 1 year ago

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“Mary Prays The Rosary For My Broken Mind” (An AHS Apocalypse Fanfic) Part 3: Michael Langdon x Fem!OC

Primrose bolted up, feeling self-conscious as Wilhelmina Venable and Ms. Mead entered Michael’s bedroom abruptly without knocking. She pulled the sheets higher so they covered her chest more.

“Ladies, I’m a little bit busy right now... formulating my selections.” Michael said, typing methodically on his laptop.

“This wont take long. I see you have... company.” Venable said smugly.

Michael sighed with irritation, and closed his computer, turning in his chair to face the two women. “What’s this?” Langdon said, calmly disinterested.

Primrose shifted on the bed, sensing an awkward tension in the air. Finally, Ms. Venable spoke. “We’re making the selections now, Mr. Langdon.” She paused. “And I’m afraid you didn’t make the cut.”

Michael laughed mockingly. “I’m sorry. I wanted to let you have your moment but I just couldn’t hold it in.”

“You think this is funny?” Venable said, taken aback. “You might be interested to know that while you and Primrose were no doubt... indulging in carnal pleasure, the rest of the occupants of Outpost Three met an untimely end due to some poison in the fruit we were serving.”

Primrose’s eyes widened with horror. “E-Emily..” She whispered. Wilhelmina nodded, savoring Prim’s expression.

Michael grinned, clearly amused. “I think I’m impressed, Ms. Venable.” He said sarcastically. “I wasn’t sure you had it in you. You’ve passed the test. You’re perfect for The Sanctuary.”

“Ms. Mead?” Venable addressed her companion. Miriam Mead pulled out a gun.

Primrose backed against the headboard of the bed in fear. ‘They killed Emily. Now they’re here to kill me.’ She thought grimly.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Michael warned, tilting his head back, a challenging gesture.

Much to Prim’s surprise, Ms. Mead pointed the gun at Langdon. Michael met Miriam’s gaze directly, his expression softening a bit. Her gun-wielding hand began shaking.

“Ms. Mead.” Wilhelmina said again. Her urgency became apparent.

Primrose watched in shock as slowly but surely Ms. Mead moved the gun to aim in the direction of Venable.

BANG.

Venable gasped as the bullet plunged into her heart. Betrayal was written in every shadow on her face. Then she dropped to the floor, lifeless. Michael smiled.

“I don’t know why I d-did that.” Ms. Miriam Mead’s voice came out weakly and tears welled up in her glassy eyes. “I was always loyal to her.”

“It’s alright.” Michael stated, crouching down next to Venable, triumphant. “You were obeying commands, like you’re programmed to do.” He paused. “My commands.” Langdon got up again, approaching Mead. “Did you enjoy executing the poison apples plan as much as I enjoyed coming up with it?”

“You wanted all these people dead?” Miriam said, trembling more violently.

“I’ve never been a fan of getting my hands dirty.” Michael remarked. “Learned that from my Father.”

Primrose buried her face in the sheets, progressing past shock into a state of grief. She started crying uncontrollably.

Michael noticed this, and sat on the edge of the bed next to Prim. “Always more fun to entice men and women to dirty deeds...” He said softly, pulling the crying girl close to his chest and running his fingers through her long hair. “Confirms what I’ve always believed.” He continued.

“Wh-What do you believe?” Miriam asked, frightened.

“That all people, even Primrose here...” He said, lifting Prim’s chin with his hand so her tearful gaze met his. “-If given the right pressures or stimulus, are evil.”

“I’m having trouble with this!” Ms. Mead cried, shaking her head.

Primrose felt she should want to pull away from Michael’s touch, but for some reason she didn’t. The very man... no. The very devil who had organized her friend Emily’s death, and she could only look to him to comfort her and wipe away her tears. The dark irony overwhelmed her heart and soul.

“I know I’m just a machine--” Miriam continued.

“--Never say that!” Michael said, suddenly impassioned. He turned abruptly to face Ms. Mead. “You’re not just a machine. Not to me. When I asked the Cooperative’s R & D department to construct you, I gave them a prototype to model... of someone I held very dear. Someone from my childhood.”

Primrose watched Michael get up from the bed, walking toward Ms. Miriam Mead.

“A prototype?” Mead repeated.

“Yes. Of a woman I considered to be the closest thing I had to a mother.” Michael answered. A light filled his eyes that Primrose was surprised to see.

“The beautiful boy!” Miriam said, something seeming to register in her brain.

“That was me.” Langdon replied. “But I had to keep the most important parts of you hidden from your mind. I did this to protect you, and to protect the plan. But now its time to remember it all...” Tears streamed from his eyes. “I lost you and I couldn’t bear it. I can’t imagine a new world without you by my side...” He turned to Primrose. “Both of you.”

“Hail Satan...” Ms. Mead exclaimed, her eyes shining with adoration.

“When I was a little girl, I used to cry tears for the devil,” Primrose said suddenly. “I thought that if I prayed and repented for Lucifer that God would forgive him and everything would be right again.”

“You wanted to save me?” Michael said, cocking his head to the side.

“Yes...” Primrose blushed.

“Has anything changed since then?” He asked, smirking.

“I’m not stupid enough to think that the God I worshipped is merciful anymore. I have never witnessed his salvation. The only salvation I have truly experienced is in your touch.” Prim elaborated. “Hail... Satan.” She said, with a certainty she didn’t know she possessed.

Michael and Ms. Mead’s gaze rested on Primrose with a kind of wicked pride. “With you two women, I will rule this new world.” Michael assured them. “We will bring a darkness upon earth that will consume everything.”

THE END! REBLOG IF YOU WANT A POSSIBLE FOURTH PART! I APPRECIATE ALLLLLLLL OF YOU!! TYSM FOR READING!

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yxlxnabxlova · 4 months ago

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American Horror Story RP-Request

I am 23, no minors pls, only 18+.

Central Daylight Time.

Looking for a Michael Langdon.

I am semi literate to literate and above.

I prefer BxG and GxG but I am open to BxB

Do I write CxC? Only for doubles and if you could play a canon for my OC.

I have more oc’s if you prefer to play a different canon for me just lmk your character list and I’ll tell you about the different oc’s I have.

Double information below ↓

Hope Bianchi

Born December 21st, 2012

The Second Messiah

Love Interest: Michael Langdon or Mallory (preferably Michael)

Backstory: Hope’s mother was a nun named Margaret in Rome, Italy. She was only 24 years old when had a miraculous pregnancy. At first the people from her convent believed she broke her vows and slept with a man. The Doctors confirmed that Margaret was indeed still a virgin.

Once Hope was born she was raised in the church and they kept her miraculous birth a secret from her. The young child had gifts and eventually catches the attention of The Supreme Cordelia Goode and her coven of witches believing that she was one herself.

Hopes Grandmother, was a witch who attended Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. So, it wasn’t too far off for them to believe that she was a witch herself. That is where she officially meets The Antichrist Michael Langdon. As a child she used to dream of a blonde boy named Michael. She was terrified to learn that he was real.

Who would I play in a double?

Male Characters

•Tate Langdon

•Kai Anderson

•Donovan

•Will Drake

•Malcom Gallant

•Harry Gardner

•James March

•Ben Harmon

•John Lowe

•John Henry Moore

•Tristan Duffy

•Kit Walker

Women Characters

•Mallory

•Cordelia Goode

•Violet Harmon

•Zoe Benson

•Misty Day

•Elizabeth (The Countess)

•Vivien Harmon

•Liz Taylor

•Sister Mary Eunice

•Moira O’Hara

•Montana Duke

•Madison Montgomery

•Nora Montgomery

•Queenie

•Myrtle Snow

•Wilhemina Veneble

•Winter Anderson

•Lana Winters

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 2 years ago

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A New Kind Of Hell

Alternate ending part 2

Summary: Layla Bradshaw thought her personal hell was the worst thing she ever experienced. She was clearly wrong. *This is a two part alternate ending for my story How Soon Is Now? For Season 8 Episode 10. Please read with caution.*

Warnings: Smut, Cannibalism, dub-con, non-con, hints of magic being used on Layla to make her more willing.

Six months.

Six fuckin’ months.

That was how far along Layla was in her pregnancy, and she still wasn’t used to it. Even after she had Tessa, being pregnant again felt so strange.

Layla thought it was understandable given that she’d only been a few days pregnant with her daughter before Michael forcefully fed her his blood. It didn’t take long for her belly to grow to completion, and a few hours later she ended up giving birth in Misty’s cabin with the remaining witches of her coven.

But even they were now all gone. Her whole family, wiped out of existence with the exception of Tessa. And unlike last time, Michael wanted Layla to experience a full term pregnancy since it was his child she was carrying. Not Kyle’s.

When Layla found out she was pregnant two weeks after having to undergo Michael’s lust, she had herself a good cry. She didn't plan for this to happen, nor did she want it. Michael was the true mastermind behind the pregnancy.

Big surprise there.

Due to Michael's hold on her, Layla had no choice but to let him use her as he saw fit. That same night, after finding out she was pregnant, Michael fucked her with such avidity it seemed as if he were trying to put another baby in her despite already being pregnant. This intensity of his only increased, making it obvious he enjoyed being inside her as her stomach grew with each passing month.

Layla found his raging libido sickening.

Michael in general sickened her.

And for the first month of her pregnancy this thing she was carrying also sickened her. That was until Layla had her monthly visit with Tessa.

Despite the initial shock at the news of her pregnancy, her daughter, wise beyond her young age, made her see reason. This baby, even half of Michael, was still just a baby, and half of her. If Layla hated it before it was even born, then hatred will be all the baby would know.

Hatred itself was such a strong emotion, one Layla was very familiar with. Only now she could not, did not, want to hate this child. Hatred would twist them into becoming a monster, just like Michael.

Thus, Layla made a promise to herself five months ago. She was going to try her hardest to make sure this child wouldn’t turn out like him. They wouldn’t ever question her love for them. Love that Layla did not, and would never have for Michael...their father.

As expected, Michael made his presence known to Layla in the bedroom they, much to her misfortune, shared. Layla didn’t get up from where she laid on the plush couch. She only looked up from the book she was reading long enough to see his domineering frame, and a timid looking maid with a cart.

The woman who pushed in the cart with the silver platter was not her usual maid, Hadley. Layla wondered where she might be at the moment. Hadley had become a friend to her during these last few months. The light brunette would sometimes keep her company when Layla wasn't graced with Michael's so-called loving presence. She also was better company than Miriam, who even as a robot unnerved Layla.

The unfamiliar woman didn’t stay long after setting the silver plate onto the dinner table that was in the massive bedroom. She quickly bowed her head before taking off, leaving behind Layla who wished to follow.

It was now her and Michael. And the baby Layla was carrying, but it was only Michael who made the alarms go off in her head because of his staring.

Michael was practically undressing her with his eyes. “You look utterly ravishing.”

“I look like shit and I feel like it.” Layla muttered, not caring how petulant she sounded. She put aside her book because there was no point in reading anymore with Michael in the room talking to her.

“Nonsense.” Michael cooed, coming closer to where she laid on the couch. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. The pinkness on her cheeks set fire to his loins. “I do believe you’re glowing.”

Layla stood, quick to get away from his hold while she could. Even anxious she wanted to defy him, but any snarky comment about how he needed to get his eyes checked out wouldn’t have done her any good. Or rather, it wouldn’t have done Tessa any good.

Michael had one hand behind his back, while the other gestured to where the food had been left. “Perhaps this will help.”

“I seriously doubt whatever you have brought is gonna help.” Layla replied curtly. She nonetheless walked over to the dinner table and took a seat in front of the silver platter.

Michael fixed her a sharp smile, revealing what was inside the silver platter. It wasn’t anything Layla expected. There resting on top of the silver plate was a human heart and liver. Layla got up, the chair screeching loudly as she backed away from the table, absolutely appalled. One of her hands covered her mouth, and the other touched her bump, as if shielding her unborn baby from seeing the ghastly sight before them.

Once upon a time Layla’s dream (before she learned she was a witch) was to become a Forensic Anthropologist. Therefore she was quite familiar with human anatomy but not even her knowledge stopped the aghast from being presented with a human heart and liver.

Who exactly did the organs belong to? Layla hadn’t a clue. She felt really bad for whoever this was. Layla highly doubted they volunteered to be killed just for their heart and liver. And why exactly those parts? She didn’t know for certain but she would soon, judging from Michael’s gleaming eyes.

Layla hated that look he had on. A look of delight. She’d seen him eat hearts before, and if he was about to eat this heart and liver in front of her she just might throw up. Her pregnancy was making her extra sensitive these days.

Horrified, Layla then remembered what he said. She glowered at him. “How the fuck could you ever think this would help me?”

“Your body this far into your pregnancy requires substances of a certain kind.” Michael informed her in a cool manner. He came over to her, forcing her to look up at him again. His only reaction to her shock and swearing was glee filling his features.

Layla shook her head, trying her best to ignore the softness of his hands and the coolness of his rings against her flushed skin. “You’re lying. You’re just trying to trick me.” She brusquely vocalized. “This is some sick twisted way for you to get your rocks off.”

Michael chuckled, low and smooth. “Oh, believe me my love…” He caressed the apple of her cheeks, relishing the warmth. “Why would I resort to trickery when I already have the pleasure of spilling inside you whenever I want? You always come willing anyway.”

Layla stopped herself from slapping the smug face off of him. He spoke as if she took sheer joy in sleeping with him. It had only gotten worse now that she was pregnant, and it was always him who initiated it.

Layla pushed his hand away, bristling while doing so. She tried to walk away but Michael stepped forward, invading what little personal space she had. “You know you want to.”

Layla’s breath hitched at the way his intense blue eyes were staring down at her. The richness and smoothness of his voice made chills go down her back, and she suddenly felt weightless even at six months pregnant. She looked at the silver plate with the heart and liver and was astonished at the lack of disgust from moments prior. She wasn’t getting nauseous the longer she stared at the bloody organs.

No, Layla now had a craving. A need, really. The need to eat everything on the plate. And that frightened her, but not enough to stop herself from hurrying over and taking the first bite.

And once she did, the frenzy began.

It was as if Layla wasn’t in her own body as she took bite after bite of the heart and liver. At the moment it didn’t matter that she was eating another person’s organs. All that mattered was needing to eliminate this hunger of hers that came out of nowhere. Layla never once noticed Michael playing with her hair as she ate away.

All that blood nearly put her in a stupor. She wasn’t herself though, as she’d later come to realize in distraught. She’d been under a spell, his spell.

Layla didn’t pull away at the press of Michael's lips against her own once she finished everything. She didn’t protest in the slightest at the feel of his tongue licking its way inside her mouth, welcoming the blood that was there. And she reacted in a way that was very unlike her.

Rather than stopping the kiss, Layla pulled Michael closer, moaning against his mouth. Her green eyes wide but hazy as he picked her up bridal style, mindful of her current state.

Their fervid kissing never faltered while making his way to their bed. It was when they undressed that it came to a pause. His clothes came off first, and he tore her dress right after. Michael nearly groaned at the roundness of Layla’s stomach. Her breasts had grown, becoming more fuller and her hips were wider.

Rather than thrusting himself inside her without a second thought, Michael kissed his way down, gently biting her fuller, sensitive breasts until he was leveled in between her thighs. His member throbbed, pleased to see her arousal glistened like diamonds.

“My Laya, my precious Layla.” Michael murmured, blowing air against her clit. She reacted instantly by throwing her head back, turning into a moaning mess. She fell back onto the mountain of pillows they had on the bed. “My beautiful wife.” Her moaning became louder once he buried his whole face in her hot, wet center.

Layla’s hands impulsively went to his hair, pulling him even closer to her bud of nerves. She felt the silkiness of his hair as his lips wrapped around her clit. His tongue teased her, moving fast enough to finish her until slowing down at the last second, delaying her release.

Michael didn’t mind Layla pulling on his hair, finding amusement in her desperation. She was never like this with him, so he was going to enjoy it. He continued the torture with his tongue on her bud, pushing her close to release only to pull her back at the last second.

It wasn’t until Layla began sobbing, begging with her sweet voice, that Michael finally gifted her with the bliss she’d been chasing. He pressed his tongue hard against her clit, and within seconds she was howling so loud glass could’ve broken. Her arousal gushed out, covering the bottom part of his face with her deliciousness.

Layla’s hands fell from his hair, fisting the silk sheets. The heat coursing through her wasn’t gone, heightening again as Michael crawled up her body, kissing as much of her skin as possible. The evidence of what was left of her climax shined on his face.

“Taste yourself, my love.” Michael purred, abruptly kissing her before she could say anything.

Layla’s mouth opened as if on its own, tasting the slick he very much enjoyed. He kissed her until she needed air. The sight of her slick covering her face where blood from her feast remained hardened his cock.

“You taste like honey and lavender mixed together.” Michael gruffed, surging forward again to claim her lips. Layla shuddered at his tongue flicking against her own.

At some point, during their heated kissing, Michael had maneuvered. Layla was on his lap while he was sitting against the headboard. He kept eye contact with her as he reached down to palm his hardened member.

Layla mewled at the sight, throwing her head back at the feel of his other hand dipping between her thighs. Three of fingers made their way inside her, and she shivered at the coolness of his rings. An endless amount of tingles started to go down her spine at the way his thumb rubbed her clit mercilessly.

Michael was determined to get her to orgasm again so soon, and he accomplished just that.

A hard press to her clit right as he curled his fingers to hit a special spot inside made Layla let out an earth-shattering cry. Her nails scratched down his chest, leaving angry bloody marks.

Michael growled, liking the pain and pleasure she made him feel. He rubbed himself harder, not stopping the curling of his fingers inside Layla nor the clit pressing with his thumb with his other hand. She was suffering from overstimulation, and as an outlet scratched down his chest again, drawing more blood. He didn’t stop his movements, and she didn’t stop her scratching until a pinch to her clit had her wailing.

Layla’s arousal from her orgasm leaked down her thighs, right onto Michael’s weeping member. He pulled his hand from her warm cunt, taking joy in her whining when doing so and used his slick covered hand to jerk himself with. He finished at the feel of her warmth all over him, his seed mixing with her arousal.

The two of them were lost to their climaxes; they didn’t notice the crack in the bedroom wall. A crack that had not been there before.

Layla fell onto his bloody chest, where Michael welcomed her. He enjoyed her shaking, clearly overwhelmed but too tired and under his influence to tell him otherwise. Her shaking would only continue because tonight’s pleasures were not at an end. His beloved looked up at him, eyes hooded, at the feel of his hands on her widened hips.

“What…?”

Michael didn’t give her time to finish her sentence. He flipped Layla to be under him, careful with her swollen belly. He pinned her hands above, intertwining their fingers just as he snapped his hips forward, going deeper within her.

As if on autopilot, Layla’s legs wrapped around his waist, the soles of her feet digging into his lower back. Her own back arched as broken moans and the sound of slapping skin filled the lavish room.

A bit of clarity began to slip through to Layla during the euphoric act, but that didn’t stop Michael. There would be no stopping, not until he was fully satisfied, and even then that still wouldn’t be enough. He’d never get enough of his precious Layla. His beloved wife.

“Wait, no…” Layla tried to say, managing to free her hands only to hold onto his shoulders. Her words quickly turned into whimpers at the speed of his thrusts.

Michael gently shushed her, a contrast to the way his hips moved expeditiously against her own. The bed squeaked underneath them, and her pregnant belly moved but not enough to harm their child. “Just take it, my love.” He licked into Layla’s mouth again, tasting her tears mixing with her arousal and the remnants of blood from her feast. “Take the pleasure I’m only able to give you.”

Any objections Layla had became lost to the moans he plucked out of her. In the end she took what he gave her with tears streaming down her cheeks and nails scratching down his back, leaving behind new trails of blood.

#how soon is now #a new kind of hell #layla bradshaw #michael langdon #alternate ending #oc #smut #omg I can't believe I wrote this #I need holy water #:o

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nyrasbloodyclover · 1 year ago

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can yall pls request smut fics for october??? I have some, but not enough

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shilohsversion · 3 hours ago

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My Fanfics (20/22)

#aesthetic #moodboard #oc #fanfic #ahs apocalypse #american horror story apocalypse #the conjuring #insidious #michael langdon #cody fern #kiernan shipka

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3 - Before The Day Is Over

"Michael?" the red haired beauty asked from the bed, where she was embroidering a dress. "Why did Gallant kill his grandma?" Langdon was sitting on the chair, writing tirelessly at his laptop. His fingers stopped typing, and he blinked for a second, thinking of a proper answer that wouldn't upset her innocence... Too much. "He has been lied to, and oppressed, by a person whom he deemed trustworthy family. His lonesome neediness brought him to desperation once he found out his beloved grandmother sold his life, for a slim chance of living, knowing very well that Venable's rules prohibited fornication." he watched with careful eyes as the woman garbed in grey rags - O, how he hated that unseeming outfit on her. While all the most worthless of pieces of stale meat were enjoying fine silks and royal treatment, she was forced to scrub the floor with her own delicate hands, and see to their every capricious whim. Her fingers tightened their grasp around the soft material of the dress, and her brows furrowed. "And... Why would she tell on her own grandson? Why would she bring him to the gallows herself and cut the rope holding the guillotine above his neck? Acting as judge, jury and executioner from the shadows, against your own family... That is..." she bit that plump, pink bottom lip of hers, and how enticing she looked. "Because, my darling - People are inherently evil. When a situation such as this arrives, where their lives hangs in by a thin thread of hope, they would trample over each other like cattle, just to survive." the blond arose from the chair, and with his hands behind his back, he slowly paced along the bed.

"But you said you could take all of us, or none. The matter of empty spots was not a problem. And you refused to disclose any such criteria of choosing. They all thought they had advantages and disadvantages over one another... Yet you clarified it was not the age, nor the body that you analysed, but who they are as persons. Acts of betrayal and the impulsivity of revenge did nothing to aid their case nor secure a spot to the Sanctuary." Michael found himself smiling at her. He missed such talks with her so much. It wasn't that she didn't understand the reason for people's evil actions, but that none had any justification, except the fickle emotions tainting their ration. Humans were so easily... Corrupted.

"That is just the nature of mankind, my darling, there is little one can do about it. God - If there even is one out there - Created us in his image, though he cursed us all, because of a single mistake that the first generation did. Even then, the snake with the silver tongue was able to bewitch those two into sinning... But was it the snake's fault for speaking the words it was created to whisper, or Adam and Eve's fault, for listening and choosing to disobey their father? Likewise, it is the gun's fault that one man died from a bullet, or the person pulling the trigger?" Katrina tilted her head upwards, her eyes meeting his own voluntarily, for the first time since they've been reunited. "I would much rather die than allow any harm to come your way, Michael." she admitted in such a delicate voice, that Michael's smile only widened in disbelief. Such a bold declaration of selfless, pure love was something that she would be capable of vocalising. In a swift move, Langdon found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands on her face, eyes wide in wonder, star-struck as though he was seeing Divine Providence, the same way a leper was cured by Jesus from his leprosy, and Lazarus was resurrected four days after his death. "I know, my sweet angel, I know." he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. "You have always been sacred." Michael reached for the needle and the dress, throwing them far away, in a corner. When the beauty attempted to protest, she was silenced by the man shifting his position to kneel between her legs, his hands holding her own. "No, Michael, I-- I need to finish this dress before the Masquerade!" she whimpered. "I-I don't... I don't want to get punished for disobeying!" he could feel her trembling under his touch. "The last person who dared tell Venable that you are the leader here got... Severely punished." the fear she was so evidently displaying almost aroused him, were it not for the power trip of that wretch who dared terrify his beloved. "My love, what is there for you to fear anymore? Venable's word will mean nothing to you, once we've departed for the Sanctuary." he reassured tenderly. "Your beautiful fingers are bleeding, my darling. How many times have you pricked them, in you attempt at rushing the heavy work?" "Don't blame my incompetence on the work I have been assigned to do." she muttered, snatching her hands back and holding them to her chest. "Until the day that we leave, I have no choice but to obey the rules instilled, be them fair or not." "I will not allow you to do such a silly thing." the man chuckled, leaning closer to her. "You and I will go together to Venable's silly party, and you will be wearing the most beautiful dress there is, and your gorgeous hair will be let loose to dance around you every time I twirling you into my arms - All that, just to spite that self-important bitch who dared torment you." his voice, hushed yet dark, held an ominous tone to it.

Langdon's fingers gingerly trailed down, from her cheek to her jaw, and down to her neck, and to her cleavage, where he began unbuttoning the shirt-like dress with the colour of dust. She said nothing, though she needn't, as her cheeks were a shade of the deepest red. She felt the sash holding the apron over laxing and being set loose, and onto the ground. She felt so vulnerable, being unburdened by another, though she needn't be, as she had slept in his own shirt, just two or three nights prior. Why was it so different, so... Intimate, when another was doing it, looking so deep into her eyes, like a hawk watching its prey... No, rather, like an artist watching his most beloved masterpiece... His magnum opus. For Michael, the woman laying underneath him so timidly, like lamb with the softest, whitest fleece, was his salvation, the single spark of light in the endless pit of darkness, in which he felt himself succumbing like quicksand. She was that single, thin spider web string of silver hope on which he alone was clingy onto, like a man lost at desert, desperate for his oasis.

"Will you ever be able to forgive my unsightly behaviour, my love? I have been waiting so long... I have been pining so long... And search far and wide, agonising over the thought of having allowed you to be lost in this mayhem. I cannot bare living in a world without you, it is half a life, if even that much. Stumbling alone in the dark, without you was what most would describe as torment." his words were seducing, yet sincere. "I have wished to help you remember on your own, at the pace you needed for you to feel safe. I wished to earn your trust, naturally, and for you to develop your own feelings for me, the same as you did back then, when we were so young and impressionable, and so, so innocent." the man sighed, feeling his own arousal burning him hotter than the blight of hell, as though he was walking on brimstone. "But I cannot resist the temptation whenever you are around me. I feel suffocated with desire whenever I see your beauty, and my heart stops with love when those green eyes of yours gaze at me so tenderly. My whole body trembles with greedy concupiscence, just feeling your sweet perfume... And my skin immolates with every spot you touch." his body over hers, unveiled in the warmth of candlelight, the way God created them, Katrina's chest, glued to his own, could feel the rapid and uneven beating of Michael's heart. Her whole body felt incinerated with a hazy sensation of kindliness and heat, a sort of comfort that... Seemed to be transcend her into new planes of existence. "Michael?" she found herself whispering as she wrapped his slender arms gingerly around his torso, pulling him even closer to her, if that were even humanly possible. "Tell me something. Anything. I want to hear your voice." "I love you." the woman let out a soft gasp - She couldn't understand how, or why, but she could feel the honesty of his soul. "... Do you mean it?" she asked, wishing to feel the gentle caress of truth washing her in waves again. "I have loved you since the first time I saw you." he admittance was gospel. "Michael." she whispered. "My soul can... Feel... That your words hold candour. I cannot explain how or... Why... But I can feel it." Michael shifted his body so his own arms will be embracing his lover, one arm around her body, the other, serving as rest for her head. He leaned down to touch his forehead to her own. "As a witch, you were able to feel when people lied to you. It is a variation of one of the Seven Wonders, namely Divination. You are reaching new steps in your awakening, my love. Familiarity is helping you remember who you are." the adoration of his voice, praising and encouraging her so tenderly, made her feel as though she couldn't breathe, yet for once, it wasn't out of fear. It was an overwhelming sense of endearment and fondness. "Have we done this before?" the pink peonies in her cheeks glowed with heat, speaking so sinfully. "No." he smiled. "We were so young back then, and the world around us was dictating our every action. It is different now. It is just you and I, my sweet angel. Just you and I."

Morning had arrived faster than expected, and Langdon's eyes shot open, his head tilted to the side. A velvety curtain of scarlet hair was draped all over the beautiful woman cuddled so peacefully in his arms. She hadn't woken up yet. It was the sole night when she hadn't been tormented by nightmares. Michael was satisfied with the outcome. Not only was his sweet angel sleeping so tranquil, but the events of the night kept replaying into his head, making his smile in delight. Every new expression that he's never had the privilege of witnessing before, and every honeyed thrill she sang to him made him shiver with lust and greed. What a sinner he was, indulging in every one of his hedonistic desires, with the woman he cherished endlessly - She made him feel insatiable, forever hungry, only for her. Though he wanted to spend more time bathing in her restful grace and feel her chest going up and down with every breath she took, to feel the soft crimson locks around his hand and he idly plays and caresses it... He had work to do. So much work, that ultimately will lead to the supreme climax of each and every one of these worthless urchins dying a most painful death. They deserved it. They were all tainted. Disgusting. Predictable.

They were all so flawlessly human.

Michael carefully got off the bed, admiring the way his beloved looked, swallowed in his dark, disheveled shirt, the blanket only half draped over her body, and he went to get ready to leave the room. He got off on tempting and toying with all these idiots. She was going to be safe in his room - After all, who'd dare sneak in? Except for the dumbass couple whom he indirectly seduced into searching for his well-written words and finding out the regulations on their own, and encouraging them to sin.

Whilst away, Langdon's door was kicked open, and from inside the room, the red haired Grey squealed in fright, jumping to her knees, wrapping her body instinctively with the blanket. Squinting her tired eyes, she saw Miss Mead and Venable, along with two other large, muscular women who served as henchmen.

"You know the regulations, Grey." Venable spat, even more disgust, as it was Langdon she was fucking, and not one of the many survivors. "A smart person learns from other's mistakes, they say. Evidently, your spot as a Grey, along with your blatant disregard for the rules, proves that you have earned your spot here for your sheer stupidity." how could they know? Who told them? Who spied on them so shamelessly, like disgusting lechers? "Take her."

At once, the two henchwomen stomped by the bed and one slapped the ant's face so hard that she fell back on the bed, while the other one buried her meaty hand into the cascade of crimson hair, and with inhuman force, she dragged her off the bed. She wasn't allowed to get up and walked by herself properly - Instead, the first one grabbed her other arm and they roughly got her to the punishing room, where she was thrown to the hard ground. "Do we kill her, Miss Venable?" "Not yet." the woman tapped her cane next to the pitiful form of the woman shaking violently with fear, her face wet with tears rapidly falling down. "Did you think you were smart? Shamelessly seducing and opening your legs for the Cooperative man, thinking he would bring you to the Sanctuary? You are a disgrace for womankind." Katrina looked so tiny and insignificant, huddled into the wall, hoping to just disappear from the world. "Do you know who told us?" the girl shook her head. "You should." Venable smiled venomously. "Langdon." "He didn't." Katrina spat in a tone low and harsh. Venable laughed mockingly. "You shouldn't delude yourself so desperately, stupid girl. Accept reality. Your plan failed, and Langdon abandoned you. In fact, he is pushing for a death sentence, all things considered. Perhaps you hadn't performed to his satisfaction." the three other women laughed tauntingly. "Stop lying. I can sense your lies from a mile away. I know it wasn't him." were it not for her new-found ability, the frightened lamb would have never dared, speak back to a person of authority... But somehow, she had faith and certainty that Michael hadn't betrayed her. Last night was genuine - All of it. Every little thing they did, every declaration, every confession - They were all sincere. Were it not for Michael, she wouldn't have had courage. She wouldn't have seen any meaning in protesting or fighting back. Loneliness was dark and depressing, and solitude was her greatest pain for so long, something beyond her control, something that eats away at her very soul, little by little, eroding at her very core. Michael was different. Michael knew her. Michael was SEEING her. Michael loved her. "Delusional whore." Venable spat with anger. "Miss Mead." she called out her right hand's name. "The whip."

The burly woman smiled with sadistic glee as she took the black whip into her hand, and with extreme precision and accuracy, she cracked it against the expensive cashmere of Langdon's shirt hanging shapelessly from her body. Venable felt such perverse satisfaction, imagining the Cooperative wretch having flesh being torn from its bone from the repeated whipping, though the annoyingly pitched shriek from the sobbing ant was beginning to get on her nerves. "If you want this to stop, tell us what you know of Langdon." "Nothing! I know nothing! We j-just met! Wh-Why would h-he disclose c-clas-sified information t-to some G-Grey?!" the tortured soul stuttered in searing agony, but the torment went on, and on, and on, with more degrading comments and humiliation. "Stop! Please, stop! I can't take it anymore! It hurts! Please, I beg of you, stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" but she was so lost in her own personal hell that she didn't hear the door opening, Venable and Mead leaving, letting the other two henchwomen finish the job. "STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!" her broken shriek that rawed her throat so much that it bled. And then it all stopped.

Only her distressed, broken weeps were echoing through the small, blindingly white room - For how long, she was unaware - But she heard her name being called, by the velvety voice of her lover, who was standing in the door frame, eyes wide with shock at the carnage painting the room like a religious mural. "My love?" though she was unable to move or look at him, she felt comforted by his presence. "What did they do to you?!" Michael rushed to her side, angrily stomping on the discarded leg of one of the torturers, and he fell next to his beloved. He wanted to throw his arms around her, but seeing his shirt being torn to ribbons and shreds. Her flesh was painted red, slashed and abused by the leather rope of the whip. How dare they commit such an atrocity? Didn't they know such folly deserved eternal torment in the deepest pits of hell? Had Dante Alighieri written Inferno for no reason? "I-It hurts so much, Mickey, it hurts so much. I f-feel so weak, I... I feel like -- Like I'm dying." she finally dared twist her aching body to hide in his arms, her fingers holding onto and wrinkling his coat with decrepit strength. "My darling -- Look at me. Look at me." he placed his hands on her pale cheeks, looking at her exhausted, sweaty face, hair aimlessly sticking to her face. "Remember how you healed me, my love? You can do so for yourself. Let me help you." her breathing was ragged and hot, gritting her teeth in sheer agony as Langdom gingerly removed the scraps of black shirt from her body, leaving her bare and vulnerable before his devilish eyes. "Do you trust me?" his hands held hers, giving them a reassuring squeeze, his lips almost touching her own. His whispery voice sent a shiver down her spine. "Venable said you were the one who betrayed me." she replied, a pained vibrato in her voice. "She said you were using me for your own lecherous needs, and that you have abandoned me." "And do you believe her?" the man frowned, feeling wrath taking over his senses. "No." Kat smiles delicately. "I knew she was lying." she continued, taking a few deep breaths to keep herself awake. "It only reinforced my trust in you." the man captured her lips, tasting like salted caramel from all the tears, distracting her from the slight sting of guiding her hands over her body.

"Good." he muttered, his lips moving along her jaw, and to her neck, in trails of romantic kisses. "It was Andre." he admitted the truth, gazing lustfully through hooded lids at the lewd and salacious imagery before him, an angel covered in blood, smearing it all over her body, like a temptress succubus attempting to seduce him. "He was jealous on us." he continued, inhaling a sharp breath, arousal heightening his senses. "The other two were told on, by him also. Nearly died." with each trace of her wounds, they would heal rapidly, until no sign of whip, nor scar existed on her soft flesh. "Venable cooked and fed him his lover, who cheated on him. If he cannot have sexual gratification, no one is allowed to know bliss." "Fool." Kat moaned, feeling her strength returning, bit by bit. "Will you take him with us?" "Not even in his dreams." Michael scoffed, and once all of her injuries were healed, he brought her into an embrace, uncaring of the blood stains on his expensive, elegant clothes. "Nobody who hurts my sweet angel should hold any hope of living." he scoffed, taking off his coat and wrapping her in it, like a blanket. "Let us return to my room, sweetling." he picked her up in his arms with ease, only to realise his mistake, as he exposed her to the eviscerated bodies of the henchwomen, body parts splattered everywhere. "Wh-Who did this...?" the girl whimpered, bewildered and unable to comprehend what she was seeing. "You did." he smiled tenderly at her. "No, I -- I couldn't have! How could I?" she gasped, looking in disbelief. "There is a limit to the pains a delicate angel like yourself can endure. You must have been so desperate to make it all stop, that your innate powers acted up on their own to protect you." he explained, swiftly stepping out of the accursed chamber. "Will you ever have it in your heart to forgive me for not being there to protect you?" he placed her on the bed, his eyes desperate and sorrowful for his failure. "What is there to forgive, Mickey? You were not there - I know you would have intervened. I know you would have saved me." she smiled tenderly at him. "Would I be too daring, were I to ask to wear your shirt instead? I love the material of it." Michael chuckled, amused, as his nimble finger unbuttoned his shirt and helped her dress it. "May I... Also... Ask for one of your rings?" Michael looked down at his hands, and picked the smallest one he had, before gingerly slipping it on her thumb. "You used to wear jewellery every time we met. Rings and bracelets and necklaces..." his nostalgic smile seemed to afflict her also. "But my favourite accessory of yours have always been..." with a swish of his wrist, he created a flower crown made out of black roses, and placed it on top of her head. "Flowers." "I really love flowers." she smiled bashfully, looking down as her fingers delicately traced the ring on her thumb. "Thank you, Michael."

Doomsday was approaching at an unexpectedly fast pace, and the Halloween Masquerade that got everyone so excited was knocking at their door. Venable thought she was being smart, she thought the poisoned apple plan was her own witty idea. If she cannot be saved, no one else can. If only she knew she was the one being played, and the tale of Snow White was going to have a tragically fatalistic tale - For everyone but Snow White, that is. The ugly hag was going to get painfully dismembered by the Prince, and she will never get the chance to harm his beloved Snow White princess. The seven dumb dwarves can die, for all he cared - None meant anything to him. It was only her. Only his angel.

"Would you like me to tell you another one of the angel and demon's adventure, my sweet flower?" the man asked, getting in bed next to his beloved. "No." she turned to him, her palm placed on his bare chest. "I want you to tell me of our adventures, instead. No more metaphors or allegories. Just us. Kat and Mickey." Michael looked at her, and he offered a boyish grin, engulfing her in his arms. "I would be delighted to!" he felt so giddy, like a child being gifted a puppy. "It all happened so long ago, when we were young children, and you found me in the forest..."

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