Michael Langdon X Reader (LEMON) AHS: Apocalypse

Michael Langdon X Reader (LEMON)

You remember precisely the day Michael Langdon arrived at the compound. Him and his long, flowing blonde hair. You were honestly taken aback by his beauty, and of course almost instantly ravaged with lust. The "no unauthorized copulation" rule had really taken a toll on you. Over eighteen months, and of course there were no eligible candidates to satisfy your desires. Everyone here was either gay, taken, much older than you, or just a huge asshole.

But then this beautiful, beautiful man just strolls in here, confident as can be and absolutely dripping with Big Dick Energy (possibly one of the last memes that will ever exist, you thought to yourself).

He tells everyone that they could be moved to a better compound upon passing an interview with him. You volunteer to go first. Anything to be closer to this man, anything to get just a single second alone with him. The thought of being alone with him made you squirm, for multiple reasons. But you were sure that he would not be interested in someone like you. He was obviously someone very important, a figure of authority. You were just a simple, wealthy young woman. No grand achievements under your belt, other than being lucky enough to be born to rich parents, rich enough to buy you a ticket to surviving the nuclear apocalypse.

But a girl can dream, can't she? Nevertheless, you wanted to memorize every detail of his face. How else would you properly imagine it buried between your thighs tonight? The thought made your stomach turn, and lit a fire in your lower belly. You felt the heat rise in your face and the goosebumps spread across your body. You wanted him so badly, it was making you dizzy.

You didn't even pay any mind to the fact that he just told you that three compounds just like yours have been overrun, every person inside slaughtered. You had long since given up the will to live, if you were to die soon then you deemed it the will of the Universe. At the very least, you prayed, I could hope to get fucked one last time.

The moment you stepped into the room your heart was pounding. For a second you locked eyes with him, and they were so beautiful you found it hard to look away. But you did, because his gaze made you feel small and vulnerable, but in a way that excited you. Quickly, you took a seat across the desk from him.

He asked questions that you hadn't expected. Deeply personal questions.

"Tell me about your anger." He said in that silky voice, resting his chin on his gloved hands.

"My anger?" You repeated, caught off guard by the question.

The corners of his mouth turned up every so slightly, and that was the only movement his entire body made. "That's right. The anger you feel at the world."

Suddenly you felt very nervous, but the feeling faded quickly. Then you realized that you could trust him. If he were asking you these questions then they must be important.

"The world deserved this. The bombs, I mean. Humans have fucked with this Earth for such a long time. Selfish, vile heathens. Using up all the resources like it belongs to them." You allowed yourself to truly speak your thoughts, and it startled you to realize the contempt you held for the human race.

"You speak of the human race as if you set yourself apart from the rest of them. Do you not consider yourself responsible for the effects that have been had on this world?" He asked, his gaze never leaving your face.

"Well, no. I'm not part of the problem, it's the rest of them. I always donated to charities and recycled and shit like that." You said, not sure how to feel about the question.

At this, his gaze flicked downwards and his smile widened a little further, as if this is what he was expecting to hear. "And you find yourself fully in support of an extinction event?" He asked.