#Jim Mason Blurb

[starlightlangdon]

Off The Grid | 18+ to read

Wrote this for the lovely @justabrokenheartedangel , thank you for the idea for this! I hope this is close to what you were thinking of! I’ll probably do another soft Jimmy blurb soon but this is what I came up with for now 💙

Warnings: ( fem!reader, struggling with self care, isolating from others, insinuations of sex, mentions of toxic family dynamics, soft!Jimmy 🥹)

You hadn’t heard from Jim in two days, not since you last saw him at the beach. You thought things were going good between you but the longer you went without hearing from him, the less sure you felt about it. You didn’t want to pry at him if he didn’t want to talk but you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out a few times to check in.

He never responded. Medina was the one who finally reached out. You got a call from her saying that Jim hadn’t come out of his room all day and she wasn’t sure if he was eating. She could only get small responses from him and he would refuse to open his door.

It was around 5 pm when you got the call. Medina told you that Sandy had been out for most of the day shopping with Phil’s credit cards to buy furniture they didn’t need. You tried not to question it since you’ve seen Sandy’s downward spiral happening for awhile now. It worried you, especially with how you’ve seen it affecting Jim. He tries to hide how it bothers him but he isn’t as good of an actor as he believes he is. You always see when his baby blue eyes are lost in the darkness. Now it was your time to help him find the light again.

You knock on the Masons’ door. Sandy’s car is still gone from the driveway, which is a little bit of a relief since you’ll get to have some time alone with Jim. Sandy always finds a way to shoo you away if you visit him at home when she’s there.

Medina opens the door and you can immediately see the stress etched all over her face. It almost makes you frown but the fatigue in her eyes makes you glad you came. You give her a little smile, hoping to comfort her a little. She returns the smile, even if it’s a small one.

“Hey”, she sighs. “Thank you for coming. I didn’t know what else to do.” She notices the bag of donuts from his favorite place in town. Her smile turns into a little smirk. “You really do know my brother, don’t you?”

Everyone that knows Jim knows that he’s a sucker for these. When his dad moved the last of his things out of their house, you got him these and for a little while, you saw him smile. He said it was because of you being there but you knew the donuts had a big hand in that. You didn’t mind, whatever made him smile again became your favorite thing too.

You chuckle a little. “The way to a guys heart is good, right?”

She grins. “Right.” She opens the door for you to come in. “Come in. He’s.. he’s still in his room. I slid some food under the door awhile ago but I’m not sure if he ate it.” That makes your frown finally make an appearance. You nod.

“Okay…” You step inside and she closes the door behind you. “Hopefully he did…”, you sigh. The idea of him not eating all day makes your heart hurt. Usually him eating isn’t a problem with the weed he smokes pretty often, it made him hungry. You can’t help but wonder why he isn’t eating now.

Medina gives you some space and lets you talk to Jim on your own. She wasn’t sure if he would want to see her right now. You felt for her, it must be hard to see your twin struggling like this. You make your way to his door and place a few knocks on it.

“Medina, I’m fine!”

A little smile crosses your face. Even when he sounds so tired and stressed, hearing his voice is comforting for you. It feels like home.

“Jim?” Your voice is soft, almost hesitant in the way you talk. You hope he won’t be upset that you’re here. You can hear shuffling inside his room, then a few pauses of silence. Finally, you hear him speak again. He sounds a little closer to the door this time.

“Y/n?”

Your smile grows. Even though he can’t see you, you nod. “Hey.” You take a moment to figure out what to say. Nothing you could say sounds right but you have to try. You have to. “I brought Donuts from D Donuts.”

You can hear the hints of excitement in his voice now. “Really?”

Again, you nod. Your smile is becoming warmer and your heart feels a little less heavy now. “Yeah. Uh.. can I come in? If that’s okay?”

There’s a few moments of silence again before you hear his door unlock and the door opens. You see him standing there in a loose white shirt and grey sweatpants. Those grey sweatpants always did something to you. You push those thoughts aside though for now, this wasn’t the time for that.

You see the fatigue, the stress, all over his face and the way he’s carrying himself. It makes your heart hurt. Your smile is full of empathy as you look at him. You hold up the bag of donuts.

“I got all your favorites.”

His nervous baby blue eyes soften and he smiles slightly. “You’re the best” That makes your heart warm again.

You glance past him and see a sandwich on his desk. Untouched. He hasn’t eaten. You hope that maybe he had some secret stash of granola bars or something to keep him sustained today.

“Can I come in?”, you ask softly.

“Yeah” He nods, stepping back and allowing you to enter. You come in and close the door behind you. You try to avoid your gaze lingering too long on anything but him. You don’t want him to feel self conscious. His room is a mess. It’s not usually a mess since he doesn’t often spend much time in here. Whatever free time he has away from his mom goes toward Medina, surfing, and you.

You walk over to his bed and sit down, putting the bag of donuts beside you. He comes over to you, his steps slow and tired. You pretend to not notice it and give him a little smile. He sits beside you and sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you back, or call you.”

You immediately shake your head. “It’s okay. I.. I hope you don’t mind I’m here.” Your eyes search his for any clue of what’s going on. He smiles slightly, looking back at you.

“I never mind you being here…” Then his tone turns a little teasing. “And you brought food so it’s all good”

You laugh a little. You’re not even offended, you’re just happy to see him feeling good enough to tease you.

“Yep.” You pull out the box of six donuts, one of each of his favorites. His eyes widen as he looks them over. “I know the drill.”

He grins and opens the box. He takes a few moments to decide what he wants before going for an apple cinnamon donut. He takes a bite out of it and some of the apple flavored custard spills onto the corner of his mouth. You wait a moment to see if he notices but he’s too blissfully unaware as he enjoys the donut. You bite back a chuckle and gesture to your lips.

“You got something right here..”

His eyebrows furrow and he goes to wipe it off but he wipes the wrong side of his mouth. Finally a little giggle slips from your lips. “The other side, babe.”

“Oh!” That makes your laughter grow. He wipes the other side of his mouth, getting the custard off. But then some of the custard spills out from the donut again and lands on his grey sweatpants. You gulp, trying not to stare. Your lips part a little to speak but nothing comes out. He notices the look in your eye and chuckles, a little lost. He knows that look but he doesn’t know why it’s there.

“What? Is me eating donuts hot or something?”

You take a breath. “No. Uhm..” You glance down at his sweatpants again. “You.. you have some on your pants.”

This time his ‘oh!’ is calmer.. and you could’ve sworn that his voice sounded a little huskier. He glances down at the custard on his lap before looking back up at you. His gaze is daring, seductive even. His baby blue eyes are darkening for an entirely different reason now. “Whoops.” He says casually, shrugging.

He takes another bite of the donut and this time he lets another drop of custard fall onto his lap. Your thighs clench together a little as you try to ignore the pit of arousal forming at the thought of how you want to clean that off of him. You take a deep breath, which makes him smirk a little.

He starts taking his pants off, making your breathing slowly get heavier. You don’t know whether to be respectful and not stare, or to give into the voice in your head telling you to enjoy the view.

Jim breaks you out of your train of thought as he puts down the donut and pulls you into his lap. His lips meet yours and you eagerly return the kiss. He whispers against your lips, his voice undeniably huskier now. “Thank you for coming here.. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just… I feel like I can finally breathe.”

You frown, knowing what he means. “Cause your mom isn’t here?” He nods, planting a few kisses on your neck. To distract himself and maybe even to distract you. You lean your head back a little, giving him more access to your neck. Little moans start to spill from your lips. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“Oh I missed hearing that..”

“Mm..” You give his thighs a little squeeze, moaning softly. “I missed this too”

After an hour of pleasure for the both of you, you’re cuddled up together on his bed. Sandy texted Medina that she would be out with some of the women from the country club so she would be back late. That gave you and Jim the perfect amount of time to just enjoy each others company. Jim is feeling a little clingy after how good you made him feel and from missing you these last few days. You’re happy to give him all the cuddles he wants. He pulls a blanket over both of your heads so it’s just you and him in your own little world now. You giggle, giving him a few quick forehead kisses. He’s adorable like this.

He smiles warmly at the forehead kisses and snuggles up a little closer to you. He’s always warm. You wonder if it’s because of how much time he spends in the sun. You’re not really sure but you always appreciate his warmth, especially when it’s cooler outside like tonight.

“I love you, Y/n”, he mumbles into your chest. Your smile grows, your eyes crinkling at the corners a little from how content you really are. “I love you too, Jim. So much. Everything is going to be okay.”

The rest of the night is spent watching comfort movies, with the occasional episode of shitty reality TV to keep things interesting. Jim had a thing for one of the Kardashian’s but he would never tell you who. It amused you seeing him try to act like he wasn’t affected whenever you watched it.

“You know I have celebrity crushes too, right?”, you tease.

He looks up at you with a slight pout, huffing. “What? Like who?”

You pause for a moment, debating whether to tell him or not. You could brush it off like he always does with his celebrity crushes, but you decide not to this time. You smirk a little.

“Ever heard of Cody Fern?”

[fckinsupreme]

Hello hi ! Can you do a Dady baby Jim mason ? Like the reader have a baby with Jim but they’re not together and y/n had a new boyfriend, and Jim comes to take the baby to spend the weekend but when y/n’a boyfriend go to work , Jim fucked y/n in the shower please 🥺 I love ur fic btw!

You’d met Jim Mason at a wild party on the beach, almost two years ago. That is where the whole mess began, really—you’d both been really drunk, you were both insanely attracted to one another, and you both acted on that attraction. A couple months later, you found out that you were pregnant. You told Jim, of course, who was shocked but also supportive of your decision to keep the baby. The two of you decided not to have an actual relationship, but he was still in your life because of the baby. He went to all the appointments, was there for the first kick, and was even by your side when the baby was born. You gave birth to a darling baby boy, whom you named Christopher, and who was the apple of Jim’s eye.

But that bliss was short lived as soon as you got a new boyfriend.

Jim was crushed, and visibly upset when he discovered the news. It was a few months after Christopher’s birth, and Jim thought that was too soon to be dating someone. But after a minor argument about it, Jim came around and everything was fine between the two of you again. He still didn’t like the circumstances, but he had come around to the situation at hand much more easily. And while you did have someone else in your life now, there was still the matter of Jim and how attracted you still were to him—and, unbeknownst to you, how he felt the same.

Then came a weekend when Jim was supposed to have the baby, and he showed up on time as usual. As always, your boyfriend was at work at the time, and you were home alone. Christopher was with your family at the moment, and you hadn’t a clue when he would be brought back, but you still invited Jim inside and told him to make himself at home while you waited.

“Is Big, Tall, and Stupid at work?” Jim asks, a smirk on his lips that soon dies when he sees the glare you throw at him. “Sorry. I just don’t like that guy.”

“You’ve made it very clear,” you tell him. “But you could still try to be a little nicer.”

“I can’t help it,” Jim says with a deep sigh, rubbing his face. “I just…”

“Just what?” you ask gently. “You can tell me anything, Jimmy. You know that.”

His full attention is on you at the sound of his nickname, and he runs a nervous hand through his hair. “I just…I don’t know. I wish it could have been…you and me.”

You look down at the ground. “Jimmy, you know what happened with us was just—“

“Drunk sex?” Jim asks, and his tone carries a bit of anger with it. “That’s bullshit and you know it, Y/N. We had a child from that night, and you know our feelings run much deeper than just fucking lust.”

You keep your eyes on the floor, too scared and ashamed to look up at him. “Of course it wasn’t just drunk sex,” you say. “I’m sorry I said that. I just…It’s been so long since that’s happened. We have both moved on—“

“No, /you/ moved on,” Jim says bitterly. “With some joker who doesn’t love you, or /our/ son. But I do, Y/N; I love you both more than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone before.”

You’re silent for a long time, trying to process everything he is telling you. Of course you loved him, too; you always had. But it wasn’t as simple anymore, because you had a boyfriend to consider. Even if you did not love him as you loved Jim, he was still someone with feelings. Even still, a life of potential happiness with Jim was better than one of potential misery with the other man, and you knew it.

“I love you, too,” you say, and have to repeat yourself a bit louder as he gestures that he did not hear. “I love you, too! I always have, for as far back as I can remember. But—“

“No,” Jim says. “No buts, Y/N.”

“Yes,” you say, tears in your eyes. “I love you, but we can’t be together. I have another man to think about now. I have a son to consider. I can’t…”

“But you can,” Jim insists as he takes your hand. His face falls as you jerk out of his touch, and he looks to the ground. “I’m Christopher’s father, not that asshole. You love /me/, not him. Why the fuck can’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, sniffling as tears fall down your cheeks. “I’m gonna take a shower. I can’t…I need time alone to think.”

Before Jim has a chance to protest, you rush into the bathroom and close the door. You exhale shakily, taking a moment before starting the shower. As you strip down and step in, your mind turning and heart still breaking, you didn’t notice that you forgot to lock the door behind you. It’s something you came to realize, though, when the door opened as you put the shampoo in your hair. You didn’t hear it open, but as you rinsed, the curtain parted and Jim’s nude form joined you. You didn’t have the energy, nor the desire to be angry or make him leave; you wanted him there. God help it, but you /needed him there/.

“Hey…” Jim says as he holds you, breathing in relief as you embrace him in return. “I’m sorry for everything…”

“Shhh, don’t,” you whisper, rocking against him before looking up into his clear blue eyes. “Don’t be sorry. /I’m/ the one who is sorry, because I really love you, too. I’m sorry for what I said earlier—“

“Shhh, don’t talk,” he begs, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was innocent at first, then grew harder within only a few minutes.

You do as he says, but mostly because his kisses—so familiar, so wonderful, so /right/—have left you speechless. You missed this, more than you would probably ever care to admit. You kiss him just as fiercely, as desperately, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. He holds you so that you don’t slip and fall, his strong arms keeping you in an embrace as your bodies press tightly together. Your eyes close even more tightly, your hands roaming over his body as you soak in every bit of him you can. Jim…/your/ Jim, even if he was never officially yours. You always belonged to him, just as he belonged to you, and that is how it always had been.

“I want you so fucking badly right now, Y/N,” Jim breathes as his lips trail down your neck, not stopping until they reach your breasts. “I want you more than I’ve ever fucking wanted anyone.”

“Take me, then,” you whimper, fisting his wet hair with a whine. “Fucking take me.”

Jim doesn’t need to be asked twice, nor does he ask about your boyfriend. In truth, you didn’t give a fuck about him at this point; you just needed Jim. He pushes inside of you after pinning you to the shower wall, both of you gasping as he fully seats himself. He doesn’t thrust yet, instead locking his eyes into yours and soaking in the intimacy, the closeness, of it all. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but there is part of you that /can/ believe it. After all, this is what you ached for after all this time.

“Y/N,” he says as he begins to thrust, his movements steady yet quick, his eyes still on yours. You inhale sharply, head against the wall as your half-lidded eyes gaze at him. “Be mine. Let’s just make it official and stop kidding ourselves. We want each other; let’s just do it and raise our son together, as it should have been from the start. Please…”

There was nothing for you to do in that moment but smile. All of the bliss you felt, all of the ecstasy that coursed through your body at his touch, quieted you. But you hoped that smile was answer enough, and you cling to him in a hot, heated kiss as he makes love to you beneath that warm spray of water.

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[daadddysprincessss]

mini entry from my new fic, Jim mason x y/n

its going to be like a mini flashback about how y/n met jim and started to date - leading up until ... well you already know if youve seen TOPV. so basically some of this fanfic takes place in the present and the past. I hope you enjoy this little mini blurb.. lol, i should hopefully be done soon

“Hey sunshine - how've you been” Jims voice boomed from above you while he blocked your sun-

“I've been well - how about yourself mason” you looked up at him - “it been awhile” you laughed.

“Yeah yeah - it's good to be back, but hey - you still owe me” Jim smiled 

“Excuse me - owe you what ?” you questioned him, then yourself

“You said maybe to coming to a bonfire and i didnt see you at the last 2 we had, so your coming tonight” jim smiled as he unzipped the top half of his wetsuit 

[jocelynscloset]

I feel like Jim could use a bit more love in the Cody fandom because the idea of making out on the beach as the sun goes down is just so... UgH I MiSS hIM

Okay so I’ve been reading Jim fanfic for a while now and I never finished The Tribes of Palos Verdes because it is objectively a very intense and uncomfortable movie for a lot of reasons, but I actually sat down this afternoon and finished the last half and let me just say that I cannot think about anything else. Jim is such a complicated character and one of those people you just feel an intense need to comfort. 

I can absolutely see him with a girl who is his safe place. Aside from Medina (who would like seeing her brother with someone gentle and genuine for once), he would visit his girl when his mother had a breakdown, his dad “forgot” to call him, or the withdrawal was too much. She would stroke his hair and plant gentle kisses on his face until he was calmer than before, and she would pull his face out of her neck to look him in the eyes and suggest they go to the beach and watch the sun set on the ocean. 

He would only nod, getting up only when she does and take her hand when she offers it, following her down the steep rocks and finally, collapsing into her arms when she’s comfortably settled on the sandy beach blanket. The wind would be harsh, so they’d be close as can be, gently shivering in each other’s arms until he gets emotional again and just pulls her into a passionate, needy kiss that would go on, ranging from soft and tentative to hungry and desperate, for hours until the sun was long gone and the chill in the air was beginning to bite at their skin. 

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[hecohansen31]

We all know Jim is a party boy ! Getting drunk, dancing, having fun, when his shy gf prefers to stay at home. She is fine with it, if he is careful. She is mostly scared about all the beautiful girls around him, and when she sees pictures of him with one of them sitting on him on ig, she just wants to cry. (of course, nothing happened, but after that, everytime he sends a text, smile at a girl or go out with friends, she gets ideas)

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I hope you’ll like this! 

I have a strange love-hate relationship with jealousy so if I didn’t write this amazingly just ask me again and I’ll try to do better!

Ahhh haven’t I missed my sweetheart Jimmy?

WARNINGS: Jealousy, Introvert! Reader, Mention of Drugs/Making Out/Insecurities.

You had never been jealous, before Jimmy.

But at the same time, you had never had someone like Jimmy in your life, someone who you cared to the point that it hurt you in any way possible to think of him with another girl, which happened even more frequently than you might think, since Jimmy seemed to be constantly in a crowd.

It was what differentiated you from him: you were shy, and as much as you were also in crowds you couldn’t stand them for longer than a few minutes, preferring the calmness of being outside of them, not always on your own, but in smaller groups than Jim’s.

You didn’t approve of his friends but hadn’t told him anything: you didn’t want to seem irrational and alongside this, the jealousy you felt was something you had to work on your own.

There wouldn’t come anything good from forbidding Jim to hang out with girls, but it still pained you to know that he was out with all those pretty and outgoing girls, constantly hanging on his lips.

It was unfair how gorgeous and popular Jimmy was.

It made you question why he chose someone like you.

A little asocial introvert with her passion for sea at night and collecting shells.

And sometimes insecurity just got the best of you.

You usually tried to hang out with Jimmy’s friends, both to keep an eye out on your boy and both to try to spend time together doing what Jimmy wanted, since although Fridays usually were his thing to choose, you had all the weekend to decide.

That Friday you hadn’t just felt like going out, the gym lesson had kicked your ass and a meeting with your friends had completely drained all your social energies and in the end had felt like going out with Jimmy would have just ruined your mood.

But you didn’t know it could be ruined further, as you scrolled through the stories, coming up with one from a girl of your high school, Heather, Jimmy’s ex-girlfriend, although they had spent simply a date together.

In the small video there was what looked like an idiotic game of pressing the cards between your lips and passing them, innocent enough, hadn’t Heather accidentally dropped it and proceeded to enact the punishment for such a gesture, on the boy to her side.

Kissing Jimmy on the lips.

He looked flustered and even protested, pushing away the girl without too much attention for her as she tried to deepen the kiss, mumbling embarrassed ‘I have a girlfriend’.

But you quickly closed the app, after that, too shocked to mumble anything or to even feel anything, you just threw the phone away across the room and gently collected yourself, pushing your crossed arms onto your chest as your legs came closer to you, in a fetal position in which you felt frozen.

Tears flew down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but try to choke back a few sobs, well aware of your parents in the next room, and as your mother came to check on you before she went out to a theatre piece with your father, you faked of being asleep, snoring lightly.

Alone it all felt even worse, your entire body overthinking, unable to think about anything else than what you saw as it conjured imagines of Jimmy cheating on you with Heather, and although you couldn’t help but feel irrational, the thoughts didn’t stop.

Eventually you tired yourself out, enough to fall in a deep slumber and were woken up by rocks being thrown at your window, with enough force that you felt almost under attack, immediately dragging your body under the bed as you tried to understand whether an earthquake was going on or… somebody was seriously throwing rocks at your window.

And there was actually somebody who was throwing rocks at your window.

You came at the window, thinking about the extreme remote option that your parents had forgotten keys, as your phone again flashed a message, Jim’s name on it.

‘Hey, can I come over? The party is boring’.

‘Miss you’.

‘Babe, is everything alright?’.

‘Don’t ignore me babe’.

‘Ok I am coming over’.

‘(Y/N) why don’t you answer my calls?’.

‘Baaaaabbbbeeee’.

You couldn’t help but blush at the messages, your heart being comforted by your boyfriend’s childish antics.

But was he still your boyfriend?

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in your chest, but still came to the window more to actually get the boy from under your house, worried that your neighbors might call the police on him.

You answered the incoming calls that he started as he saw you standing at the window.

“Hi” you answered breathily, and you could see his smirk from all the way up there.

“Hey Juliet” he beamed at you “… can I come inside? Your parents aren’t home, right?”.

You wanted to reject him, maybe to make him understand what you constantly felt when he would pull you aside for his friends, but that wouldn’t have been very grown up, and as much as you didn’t feel like staying with him, you felt like pushing him away might make him run further away from you.

But he could already feel that something wasn’t ok, as you came to open the door for him.

He could probably feel that you were cold and pushed him away at any chance you could, as you both sat down on the sofa comfortably separated by a wall of pillow.

Still Jimmy tried to brighten the atmosphere talking about the party.

‘… and Ethan has this new trick, you should have seen him’ but your gaze was unfocused, but he tried to keep it on, thinking you were solely annoyed or tired ‘… and then Heather…’.

“… oh, I saw that you had fun with Heather” it came out of your mouth quicker than you had thought, and you couldn’t eat back, surprised by your own outburst.

Jimmy stilled beside you and then slowly turned to you, surprised by your outburst as you adjusted yourself to face away from him, as you faked not having said anything.

But Jimmy didn’t let you down that easily.

“How do you know?” the way he immediately went on the defensive said got on your nerves.

“Instagram, I saw her stories! Thank God that I did, or you wouldn’t have ever talked about it”.

“What?! No! I would have, but I didn’t think… I didn’t want to kiss her”.

“But you did!” this was all you could say, turning to him with all the anger and jealous you had always held back “… you let her kiss you! Not only when I was away… and not seeing you, but…”.

“It was a stupid game!” he replied, and you had enough, immediately raising yourself up on your legs.

“Isn’t that what our entire relationship is to you!” you shouted back and then before he could reply you ran away, your anger getting the best of you, although you were well aware you were acting immaturely.

You pushed the door against your back, to close it, slumping against it as you felt tears flowing on your face, hiding it between your knees as your lungs screamed in pain through the sobs.

It was all too noisy, enough to make you almost unable to hear Jim coming onto your stairs, slowly and almost with uncertainty, knocking without too much conviction, trying till it got to you attention and his voice spoke softly.

“(Y/N)… I… don’t meant to… can we talk?”.

“Go away, Jimmy! Can’t you see I don’t want to talk with you?”.

“(Y/N)” this time his tone was uncertain anymore, it was desperate, roughing up its edges “… please… you don’t have to open, just listen to me”.

You wanted nothing more than to shout at him against, but something in his words froze you and his silence was an answer enough for him.

“… I didn’t mean to kiss Heather, I know that I can’t convince you of this, but believe me I didn’t want her, I don’t want her, and I never will love her”.

Your sobs lightly stopped, as you calmed down, hearing his words but you were still weary.

“… I… didn’t like being at that party, I don’t like it when we aren’t together, it physically pains me” he was now slumped against the door exactly like you, his tone lightly growing more quiet and shier “… I… was gloated into doing it…”.

“Oh, wait did they hold a gun to your head?” you asked annoyedly, but your tone wasn’t as angry as it was before.

“You know what I meant” he mumbled, and you felt him turning with his face to the door, as if he could whisper the rest of this thoughts against the wood “…I don’t know what I would be without you, you are the only person with who I can feel myself, truly, without drugs or alcohol, you are the only reason why I am still here, and I’ll be for ever damned if I just let you run away, because I did a stupid thing”.

Silence went through you, as you moved closer to the door, desperately trying to destroy the barriers that were between you and him, but at the same time unsure if your heart could take another painful hit.

“… although I know that you might not believe it, I love you more than anything and to know you so hurt, it pains my own heart” his hand gently set itself up on the wooden door, searching your skin, mimicking the same position of your hand “… and I won’t ever forgive myself if this is what breaks us apart”.

The door slightly opened, you didn’t show your face, but let your hands appear onto his threshold, your back turned to Jimmy, but he reached out for your hand all the same.

Maybe all the heartache of the world was worthy with him.

[certifiedmoth]

Three’s More Fun

Xavier Plympton x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in an interesting situation when the two most desired men at Camp Redwood seem to only have eyes for her.

Notes: I know we know absolutely nothing about Xavier (if that even is his real name), but oh well, I wanted to write some fuckboy Xavier and sweet jimmy, enjoy!! picture credit to @cruzinwithhorrorstory

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), fingering, degradation

Word Count: 3.1K

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Everybody knew who the kings of Camp Redwood were. From the moment they stepped foot on the soil, they owned it. Wherever they went, hungry eyes followed and daydreams played in the mind of every not-so-innocent bystander.

Xavier made his presence known no matter where he went. Whether it was the dining hall, the shared cabin the counselors used, or his studio, once he stepped into a room, all eyes became glued to the confident (some would even argue cocky) blonde. They would look him up and down, as he strut across the room, with a smirk that showed he knew all too well what he was doing to everyone there. With his shorts a little too short and his demeanor a little too friendly, he knew ways to get exactly what he wanted out of people.

He was the dance instructor, and a good one, at that. He moved effortlessly throughout his classes and always made sure to pay extra attention to those he liked. Always so eager to help out his more attractive coworkers with their stretches and techniques; one could say he was simply a generous man. Or at least, he would say that. He so graciously gifted everyone with the ability to fantasize about what life would be like with the king himself. About how he would touch them, how he would kiss them and dote on them… about how he would make them feel when they were all alone together at night. He got off on knowing just how wanted and adored he was.

Attention had always been something that Xavier craved and it filled him with the sweetest pleasure knowing that it was him who everyone dreamt of at night. The idea of others secretly pleasing themselves in their beds to the thought of the man himself, hopelessly wishing he was there with them, was enough to keep him busy at night, as well. The thought of others desiring him filled certain parts of his body with need and he really was never one to deny himself of such pleasures, so he’d hungrily search for his release anywhere he could. He’d touch himself, not bothering to hold back his almost-too-perfect sounding groans. He figured his loud, sweet noises were just another gift. Such a giving man.

Fantasies and audio porn weren’t the only gifts bestowed upon his peers. He was also kind enough to share stories. His sexual experiences were a gold mine, and he never missed an opportunity to share just how skilled he was. But as generous as he was in some ways, he had difficulty finding anyone actually worthy of taking a ride on his “Magnum X”, as he liked to call it. With a sex drive through the roof, but feeling as though he was too good for anywhere there, he grew bored at camp. The frustration in his eyes became evident only on certain days, when he was sure no one was paying attention. But everyone was always paying attention.

And then there was Jim. Sweet, carefree Jim. Who didn’t demand anybody’s attention, but got it anyways. He was the lifeguard at Camp Redwood and instantly caught everyone’s eye the moment he showed up, walking into camp with a friendly smile that was sure to melt the heart of anyone. His white t-shirt hugged his toned chest deliciously while the blue of his denim jacket contrasted with his sun-kissed skin in a way that left everyone in a daze. He radiated warmth and everybody wanted their own piece of Jim’s sunshine. But he never seemed to show an interest in anyone.

With as kind as he was, it was hard having to constantly turn down his admirers the first few weeks of camp. Everybody got the hint shortly after, though, and realized that for whatever reason, he simply wasn’t interested in them. This was an especially difficult and heartbreaking fate to accept for those who were upfront about their feelings and desires to the mysterious brunette. But then Xavier came along and Jim found it almost too easy to give in to the tall blonde who somehow, and may he admit, not-so-subtly, appeared in Jim’s line of sight one day, making a show of manspreading in his tight clothes on a hot, summer day. Everyone at the camp stopped what they were doing and watched as these two men interacted for the very first time. Xavier looked him up and down over the top of his sunglasses and beckoned him over with a slight nod of his head. With his arrogant smile and presumptuous quirk of his brow, Jim didn’t stand a chance.

It was only natural that Xavier and Jim became good friends after that. The blonde had managed to get everything he had ever wanted in life and that included the sweet lifeguard at Camp Redwood. Xavier knew right then and there, when he first saw how the blue in Jim’s eyes shone as bright as the glare off the water while beads of sweat teasingly ran down his toned chest, that he had to have what everyone else so desired. To take him for himself – his own little water boy. He knew then that the whispers he’d heard about this “new Jim” were true and he’d soon have to find a way to dig his claws into him. He knew, however, that being as charming and hot as he was, it wouldn’t be that hard.

And shortly after, they came to be known as the Kings, as it were. Natural leaders who (depending on who you were talking about) either ruthlessly demanded or graciously accepted the attention and power that was bestowed upon them. But you saw them for who they truly were – and you had to admit, you liked it.

And you swore you thought, perhaps they liked you, too. It wasn’t that you were oblivious, it was just that you enjoyed playing their little game. You had noticed the glances, and the flirting. The way they whispered in each other’s ears as they stared you down, the way Jim’s lips turned up in a smirk whenever he caught your eye, and especially the way Xavier repeatedly and passionately brushed up against you in dance class, with his graceful hands placed on your hips and his not-so-subtle bulge rubbing against you, chuckling at the sound of your breath hitching in your threat. You noticed it all and honestly, you enjoyed it all – a little too much. You played hard to get and it only made them crave you more.

And yet, somewhere along the line, you must have faltered in your plan. They must have seen a crack in your façade and sneaked their way in. Because here you were, completely naked and at their mercy, resting your back against Jim’s chest as Xavier stared up at you from in-between your legs.

“Look at our pretty little girl, Jim,” Xavier stared up at the brunette behind you, the blue in his pupils completely dark and wild with lust.

“God, she’s beautiful,” the faintest whisper could be heard against your ear as Jim continued kissing the soft spot on your neck while his hands tenderly massaged your breasts. You three had been at this for an hour now and you were a needy mess, practically begging for your release. You were complete putty in their hands, just how they liked it.

“It took us a hot minute to finally get her, but now look,” Xavier’s voice drawled as he licked and teased your thighs. “She’s all ours.”

Jim couldn’t be bothered to respond with all of his attention focused on leaving as many bruises and red marks as he could on your neck, a subtle reminder to the rest of the camp that you had been claimed. Your soft mewls sounded exactly how he had imagined heaven would sound. He danced his lips across your skin, pinching your nipples every now and then only to smile at the small gasp that would leave your lips. “Such a beauty, X.”

“And look at how fucking wet she is, Jim… and it’s all for us,” he groaned as he dove two of his fingers into your soaked cunt once again, gathering your juices to show his partner. “Such a pretty little slut,” he stared at his glistening fingers, losing his train of thought, while licking his lips.

“Don’t be mean to our new plaything,” Jim spoke up from your neck, massaging your sides to soothe Xavier’s harsh comments. From what you could tell, Jim was the sweeter one. He gave you praise and was gentle with you. He worshipped the body he held in his arms. But Xavier was a different story. You were simply a toy to him, something to play with and use as he wished. He would push you to the edge, seeing how far he could go every time. But he underestimated just how much of a “naughty slut” (his choice of words) you truly were. It was unexpected to say the least. Every time he was rough or degraded you, he was only met with moans and a look that said “give me more”. He knew you were a special one.

“I think she likes it when I’m mean,” he smirked, giving you a wink as he lowered his head and teasingly licked a long stripe up your folds, all the way to your oversensitive clit, sucking harshly and getting lost in the taste of you. “Such a sweet little pussy, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it,” he whispered to himself, not realizing the other two could hear him.

He took his sweet time with you and you were done with the teasing; you needed him now. It had been an hour of them edging you and you were at your wits end; you didn’t think you could take another second. You reached for his hair and pulled him closer to where you ached for him.

“Don’t touch the hair!” he shot up, looking at you with disgust as he quickly went to fix his slightly tousled locks.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Jim laughed at the disgruntled man in front of him. “And don’t yell at her like that,” he protectively placed his arm around your waist, making sure you felt safe and cared for. Jim knew how Xavier could be but you were new to the ways of his man and the last thing he wanted was to scare you off. “And honestly, if you’re going to act like that, you can just leave. You’re taking too long with her anyways, I think she needs somebody with a better touch,” Jim said with a smile, clearly looking to challenge the man.

Xavier looked up slowly with icy, blue eyes. “I know you’re not insinuating that you’re better at this than I am,” he said calmly but with a hint of danger tinging his voice.

“Isn’t is entertaining how upset he gets,” Jim whispered in your ear just loud enough for the hot and heavy man to hear, secretly hoping to get him even more riled up. Jim laughed against your skin with his usual boyish charm and you couldn’t help but join him as a giggle escapes your lips.

“Oh, is that funny?” Xavier turned his attention to you and quirked an eyebrow before flashing a smile, his tone as dangerous as the glint in his eyes while he lowered his head once again, inching closer and closer to your core.

“No! I’m sorry,” your laugh betrayed you as his hands continued sliding up your thighs. “Jim didn’t mean it, he was just trying to get under your skin,” the last of your giggles left while he stared up at you, his eyes showing just how hungry with lust he was.

“And how do you know my boy better than I do?” he squinted his eyes at you, while leaning down and playfully biting at your thigh.

“Well technically, now I’m her boy, too,” Jim spoke, smiling down at his lover while he snaked his hand down your stomach. Xavier caught on to how Jim wanted to finish you off and sends a wink his way.

“You two are going to be trouble for me, aren’t you?” Xavier breathes in while shaking his head. You’re too focused on the way Jim keeps lowering his hand, teasing you and getting you all riled up, to suspect what Xavier’s about to do. You wait in anticipation for Jim to put those fingers to good use when Xavier suddenly slaps your cunt harshly. You scream while the arm Jim’s placed around your waist holds you down.

“That’s what dirty little whores get for messing up my fucking hair,” Xavier speaks calmly while gently rubbing soothing circles on your inner thighs. You look back at him in disbelief and anger. Just as you open your mouth to chew him out, he immediately latches onto your clit, causing you to cry out and throw your head back on Jim’s shoulder. Your mind replaces the anger and pain with only pleasure and need.

“Shhh, angel, it’s okay” Jim coos in your ear softly. “And X, we all know you’re the troublesome one here, so enough with the act,” Jim looks down to see the blonde boy smirk against your folds. Jim’s hand finally reaches down to your heat and starts rubbing your clit skillfully. “That’s it, baby. God, you look so beautiful like this.”

Xavier reluctantly pulls himself from your heat, making a show of licking off your arousal that deliciously coats his lips. Quickly, he plunges his two fingers into your aching core, curling them with every thrust and noticing how close you are to your release. “Good god, what a filthy whore you are.” Your eyes are closed in pleasure, but you can hear the smirk evident in his voice. The cockiness and arrogance, it was unrelenting. “Look at how you’re basically fucking yourself on my fingers. Do they really feel that good in your little pussy?” he mocks, a low chuckle leaving his glossy lips – your juices worn like a trophy, another one of his “stories” he’ll most likely share to unsuspecting coworkers in the future. Xavier’s movements suddenly stop and you immediately open your eyes.

“What the hell-“ you start, but are cut off by the blonde below you.

“I asked you a question, pet,” Xavier looks completely unbothered, but his voice grows raspy. He loves this little game of cat and mouse and decides he could play with you forever. He looks at you as if you’re the dullest creature he’s ever come across as he awaits your response, adding an extra touch of arrogance by tapping his fingers on your thigh, to show he was waiting.

“Yes, it feels good,” you spit out through clenched teeth, just giving him what he wants so he can get back to giving you what you want.

“Okay, good. Next time you don’t reply, I’ll just leave you like this,” he graces you with a cocky smile, once again looking unbothered. “I have a million other things I could be doing; I’ll have you know. Making sure precious little Y/N gets her orgasm today isn’t one of them,” his voice says one story, but the way he’s looking at the juices dripping from your core, completely soaking his bed, tells another.

Jim scoffs in your ear, followed by an eye roll. His boy could be so dramatic some times. You don’t even care about what either of them are doing at this point, however, as you feel the arousal in your stomach building to a dangerous level. Jim works his fingers on your clit, rubbing small circles as his lips work wonders on the sensitive parts of your neck. And Xavier’s fingers thrust so deep in you that you swear you’re seeing stars with every thrust.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for us, baby,” Jim coos in your ear, seeing how shaky your legs start to get and how you start to arch your back into him.

“Be a good little slut and soak my fingers just like how you’d soak my cock,” Xavier lets out a low chuckle as he stares you down, noticing the small gasp you make at his lewd comments. Your moans start getting louder as both of them pick up their pace, their primal need to see you cum taking over as they revel in the sweet noises leaving your lips.

Suddenly, the tightly wound coil in you snaps and your orgasm hits you violently. After the both of them edging you for what seems forever, the intense feeling of pleasure overtaking your body is almost hard to grasp. Waves of electricity run through your body as the boys watch in awe. How you throw your head back on Jim and your face contorts in pleasure. How wet and lewd the sound of Xavier thrusting into you suddenly becomes. They notice it all – and they never want it to end.

You start to come down from your high as the pleasure dissolves into you. You think to yourself you could get used to these two, even if they’re a pain in the ass sometimes. Jim holds you close to his body as you try to calm your breathing; he feels as though he never wants to let go of you. You fit so perfectly in his lap and he considers just keeping you in this position forever. Xavier licks his lips and watches closely as your chest rises and falls with each breath; he thinks to himself, although would never admit it to the two in front of him, that this is a sight he’s sure he’ll truly never get tired of.

He reaches in-between your legs and gathers some of your juices on his fingers only to bring them to Jim’s lips, who stares back at him hungrily. You watch as Jim sucks your arousal off of Xavier’s long fingers, a deep groan being heard from the back of his throat, as his eyes close in pleasure. Suddenly, you feel the slight twitch of his cock against your back and it’s only then that you can feel how painfully hard he’s been this whole time. You glance down at Xavier to find that his bulge is extremely prominent in his shorts, as well.

You look between the both of them in anticipation as they turn their focus to you. Xavier grabs your chin and forces you to look at him while a smirk plays across his lips, “Oh, we are going to have some fun with you this summer.”

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[babypinkstyles94]

Hi darling, can you write some fluffy blurb with Jim to cure my sadness??? pretty please 💕

Of course, I hope this makes you feel a little better

It had probably been the longest day at work for you in awhile and getting home was the only thing on your mind when you had first felt the stress of the day begin. Jim knew something was up because you always called him during your lunch break or texted him through out the day when you could but you had been silent all day. He had picked up on your uneasiness two days again when he heard a sob from the shower but when he asked what was wrong you gave him an excuse.

Jim wasn’t one to push to hard when it came to stuff like that because he knew what it was like when people wouldn’t drop it, but it was hard for him to see you sad since you were his rock. He’d decided around lunch time that he was going to make you dinner and make sure you were okay. There was a simple text sent to him around 5:45 that just said, “on my way home. Crazy long day, just want a glass of wine.” He placed his phone back on the counter and went back to cooking the pasta and cutting the flowers he’d gotten you to fit in the vase.

When you finally unlocked the front door and were able to breath fully in the safe space of your home, you felt some of the pressure release. There was an amazing smell coming from the kitchen and as you walked around the corner you saw the back door open and Jim pouring a glass of wine. “Hi baby! I missed you today, thought I would make you something special.” He placed a kiss to your cheek and gave you the glass, him opting for water.

“Jimmy this is so nice thank you so much!” You could feel the tears building behind your eyes but pushed them away.

Dinner was wonderful and you let Jim tell you all about his surfing that he had done today. He’d said that when he went down early this morning he saw dolphins and that it was so cool to see the sun come up while sitting in the ocean. Once you both had finished Jim suggested a movie in bed and you were more than happy to do that. Getting ride of the days makeup and changing into pj shorts and a tshirt, you climbed into bed next to Jim.

You weren’t really paying attention to the movie, Jim’s heart beat on your ear as you laid your head on his chest was lulling you to sleep. “y/n? Baby i know you’ve been a little sad lately...I can hear you in the bathroom and see it in your eyes. Please don’t shut me out, you’ve been there for me and I want to be there for you...always be there for you.” He whispered and trailed a hand through your hair as he knew it always relaxed you.

The tears broke through and you were crying against him, an arm wrapping around his torso. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you Jim I just didn’t want to put that negativity on you, I’ve been so stressed out at work and have just been sad but I don’t know why and it’s so frustrating!” It was like a wall had been broken and you just poured the past two days out to him.

“I love you baby but please don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me. You can tell me anything okay? I’m here for you just as you were for me, forever. You’re my favorite person ever and I don’t wanna see those gorgeous eyes sad ever.” Jim placed a sweet kiss to your lips and the two of you fell asleep wrapped around each other, the stress and sadness finally flowing away.

[littledemondani]

xavier plympton | nsfw alphabet

i know i said i'd work on one of these for michael, and i am, but re-watching 1984 recently got me inspired so. sue me.

remember, this is all my interpretations of our favorite himbo and how i choose to write him.

baby tags: @fckinsupreme @wroteclassicaly @lovelylangdonx @sojournmichael @ritualmichael @instinctsxbaby @jimmason @plymptxn-reborn @ferndolan @infernwetrust

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i don’t see xavier as having any rough seggs so aftercare in that sense isn’t a thing.

however

he does love to cuddle afterwards and will fall asleep with you in his arms if you let him.

lots of soft kisses to your face and stroking your hair as well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

man loves his legs. those thighs? he knows they’re thicc from all the aerobics he does and will flaunt them shamelessly. booty shorts for days.

xavier is a boob man 100 percent. during seggsy time, he pays extra attention to your breasts, suckling on each nipple until they’re hardened to his liking. he also loves titty fucking you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves to eat you out until you release all over his face. having your cum drip down his chin and all over his jaw makes him extra hard.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

obviously, his time doing porn.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

this man knows exactly what he’s doing.

however, he’s not one to brag about how mind-blowingly amazing he is in the bedroom. he's humble.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he doesn’t have a favorite position. as long as his dick is inside of you, he’s having a great time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

xavier is a humorous guy all around. he loves to crack jokes and make you smile, even when his cock is rearranging your guts. oftentimes, he’s usually funny without even having to try.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

considering it’s the 80s, he had some hair going on down there, but not to the point where it’s too much.

the carpet definitely does not match the drapes considering frosted tips aren’t his natural hair color. they’re more of a soft brown.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

there isn’t a time where xavier isn’t holding your hand while he’s fucking into you or pressing gentle kisses against your skin. physical touch is his love language.

as far as romance goes, he doesn’t need to try to be romantic, he just is. he can make having sex in a hot cabin at camp redwood romantic just the same as he could in his own apartment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he’s in the mood and you’re not around, he will most definitely stroke one out.

he likes to think of you while he does it, imagining it’s your lips or pussy instead of his hand.

he also not above throwing on his favorite porn and jerking it. he does this sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s not particularly kinky.

though he does get riled up if you pull on his hair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere is a good place for him.

he does spend most of his time banging you in his apartment and van.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

hair pulling (as i mentioned above)

he really loves when a woman knows what she wants and goes for it. he thinks it’s incredibly sexy.

he loves to see you during aerobics class, especially when he’s the one instructing. he’ll make eye contact with you, giving you knowing looks when he has everyone lie on their backs and thrust up in the air.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

xavier refuses to degrade or physically hurt you during sex. he sees you as his equal, not someone who is beneath him in any way.

he won't let you peg him. like at all.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's 50/50 on giving and receiving. 69 is something he likes to do a lot.

he is skilled at eating pussy. seriously, this man knows how to use his tongue and make you cum instantly. he'll also pull out of you in order to eat you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

xavier is all about you and how you want him to be. he mostly starts off slow and sensual, getting you used to his girth. he'll pick up a little speed once he's sure you're okay and ready for him to. if you tell him harder, he thrusts harder. if you say faster, he speeds up. the man aims to please.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

xavier loves quickies. he'll pull you onto his lap at the movie theater if he's in the mood, or he'll take you in the dressing room of whatever store you're in, or he'll fuck you in his van before going on a trip with the crew.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's open to experimenting. even though he's an actor, he hasn't tried roleplay before and will 10/10 do it if you want to. he also really wants to have a threesome with two girls. it's on his bucket list.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

if there's one thing xavier can say about his time doing porn, is that it gave him stamina. xavier will fuck you as many times as you want him to with no issues and will last a pretty decent amount of time.

he'll sometimes stay hard even after cumming. it's one of the things he prides himself on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

xavier does not have his own toys, but he will use yours if you bring and/or want them to be used.

he doesn't necessarily like you to use them on him, except maybe having a vibrator trail along his shaft and balls, but that's about it.

xavier loves to use dildos and vibrators on you. don't be surprised if he uses a dildo for double penetration. he thinks that's super hot.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

xavier will start out trying to tease you - he'll give featherlight flicks of his tongue on your clit, torturosly slow strokes while he fingers you, but ultimately will give in because he can't take it and has to be inside of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's totally fine with being loud and he knows how much it turns you on.

if y'all are in his apartment, he doesn't care if his neighbors can hear. but, if y'all are in a public or semi-public place, he likes to hold you close and moan in your ear. not too loud, but loud enough for only you to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i've seen some people say that xavier is bi, but i really don't think so at all. i feel like he's traumatized from being forced to do gay porn and the thought of being with another man causes anxiety for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

homeboi is PACKING.

his dick is about 8 inches and thiccc.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

all you have to do is tell him you feel horny, and he is ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it depends, if he's fucked you for 3 or more rounds, he's exhausted and will fall asleep pretty fast. if he's only done one round, he won't be tired at all.

[zodiyack]

It’s A Date

Requested by anon: Please!! Write that cute ask of Cody and the reader being on a failed date!! 😂 That sounds so cute!!

Pairing: Cody Fern x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, shy/possibly ooc!Cody, awkward tensions, me not proofreading

Words: 847

Summary: (See ask linked!)

Note: I’m aware some people dress fancy n stuff for dates, but this specific request/ask is for a more casually dressed reader. Just wanted to clarify. Also, this probably sucks, can’t confirm nor deny that so...enjoy!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

Masterlist | Cody Fern Masterlist

“Hello, my name is Sara, I’ll be your waitress today. I’ll take your order whenever you’re ready.”

Y/n nodded and smiled politely, but couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She didn’t really have an interest in restaurants like such, but it wasn’t her choice in the first place. Matching with a hot dude on tinder was the cause of this night.

She wanted a simple date. The guy looked nice, and when they began talking over dms, he seemed nicer. Cody and Y/n met up and walked to the restaurant together, learning a lot about each other on the way, their interests in each other growing stronger with each word.

However, she didn’t think it’d be this fancy. She felt majorly underdressed; everyone in nicer clothing, even Cody wore an expensive looking outfit, not overly fancy yet not something you’d wear on a casual date. Y/n, on the other hand, dressed like she would any other date.

A modest choice of clothing that was in her both preference and price ranges. Cody told her she looked beautiful, which did make her smile, but that smile fell quickly when they entered the place.

Sara took their orders and walked off to drop them off in the kitchen and later return with their food. While they were waiting, Cody thought it’d be kind if he checked on Y/n, make sure she was having a good time.

“Are you alright? ...Not that you look- er- seem bad or anything.” He felt a small bit of cringe directed towards himself when he heard the words come from his mouth, the unnecessary addition probably making Y/n’s opinion worsen.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Cody’s inner thoughts yelled at him to stop talking, but the words were spewing out faster than he could stop them.

“Yep.”

The silence was awkward, an equally as painful tension floating over the two. Although they were beginning to grow bored, they knew the dos and don’ts of dating; especially the rule about staying off your phone. So instead of scrolling through photos, texting friends, or really doing anything to pass the time, they sat in the silence even longer.

Y/n practically screamed a billion thanks to whatever god existed when the waitress returned with their food. They ate in a similar silence, this time with small comments about the food. Whilst they both seemed to love it, Y/n didn’t exactly feel comfortable, or even deserving of the food.

It didn’t help that she was sure she had been feeling eyes on her since she’d arrived, purely for her differences. She couldn’t blame them; a person dressed nowhere near as elegantly as everyone else, hair that wasn’t styled by a hairdresser for forty hours, a nearly makeup-less face- she stood out like a sore thumb.

Then came the paying part. The bill was the most expensive Y/n had seen, and if they were to each pay half, she’d probably be in debt. She looked at Cody with a sorry expression. “I can’t afford this-”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry.” He chuckled softly, not phased at all by the amount of money he was going to spend.

Y/n differed from him in that sense; she’d probably have a heart-attack if she had to pay for all of that herself- no, forget her having a heart-attack, her bank would be the one having a heart-attack.

Once everything was paid for, they were preparing to exit. Y/n was already ahead of Cody, rushing outside for a second of fresh air. The restaurant wasn’t stuffy or lacking in oxygen, it just made her feel suffocated. He followed after her, sincerely panicked.

“Are you alright? Did something happen? Do you need to pu-”

“No. I’m...I’m fine.”

“That’s pretty much all you’ve said tonight.” Cody tried to push away the awkwardness with some lighthearted humor but felt the mood grow worse. “You’ve hardly spoken all night. Did I do something wrong?”

“It’s just...” Y/n breathed slowly. She had to be honest if she wanted another date. “I’m not used to- to this. A fancy restaurant, an expensive dinner, luxurious outfits. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Shit...” His smile dropped and his heart pounded with a panic. In his opinion, he’d fucked up beyond repair. And to make matters worse, he genuinely like Y/n. Even though it was their first physical date, they’d had many conversations via text and he felt like he was falling for her.

She observed his change in behavior. The absence of a cheery, romantic, Australian accent popping jokes and compliments was hard to miss.

“Next time, maybe we can go somewhere better, some place I like to call; my couch. We can stuff our faces full of pizza and watch some cheesy romance movies. Perhaps The Notebook, or Grease? It’s up for debate.”

“Next time?” The blond perked up, infamous grin back right where it belonged. “Yeah, I like it. Shall we say...Next weekend, seven o’clock?”

“Make it five. Don’t forget any snacks of choice. I’ll see you then.” She kissed his cheek and started on the journey to her car, fighting, and failing, the smile that graced her lips from widening as Cody called out to her one more time before they parted ways;

“It’s a date!”

[fckinsupreme]

imagine catching jim like riding his pillow and moaning ur name

It was a beautiful, warm day, and you were excited to hit the beach. You texted your best friend, Medina, who told you to come over to her house to meet up. She explained that she was out, but would be home soon, and the door was unlocked. She said to make yourself at home and she would be there as soon as she could, so you two could go to the beach together. Upon arrival, you see that no one is home, so you let yourself inside.

You soon realize that your assumption of no one being there was wrong. Jim’s shoes were by the front door, and you swallow thickly as you look for any sign of him. Jim Mason was the object of your affection for awhile now, and you were pretty certain that your feelings were unrequited. It was painful to think about, but at the same time, you were almost grateful. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Medina, or Jim, for that matter, and maybe it was better off this way. Maybe it was better to just—

There was a noise coming from one of the rooms.

You stop in your tracks, trying to listen for the source. It just sounds like a voice, perhaps from a television, but upon closer listening, it seems to be coming from someone in the house. Jim was the only one here, from all appearances, so you swallow your nerves and decide to see what’s going on. You expect to find him playing a video game, maybe even talking to friends online, but what you actually witness gives you complete pause.

Through a sizeable crack in his door, you see Jim on his bed. He’s in nothing but his underwear, his hips working against a pillow between his legs as he lies partly on his stomach & partly on his side. He’s thrusting against it, whining and moaning, his back facing you. You can’t help but watch him, swallowing thickly as you take in the sight. You know that it’s wrong, that you should just walk away and leave him to his privacy, but you can’t tear your eyes away. Watching his neediness, wondering what the cause was, is quite the sight to behold. You’re so wrapped up in watching him that you almost miss what he says next, and you have to listen closely to make sure you weren’t hearing things.

“Y/N,” he groans, the sound barely audible the first time. The second time, it’s much louder and more urgent. “Y/N!”

You’re completely shocked, your jaw on the floor. Did he really just say your name, /twice/, or was that wishful thinking? Your mind surely wasn’t playing tricks on you, was it? Your mouth is as dry as cotton, your heart hammering in your chest, your hands trembling slightly. You weren’t sure why you were reacting in such a way, but you had a suspicion that it was due to your nerves. This wasn’t actually happening...was it?

Your hands are shaking so badly, in fact, that they cause you to drop your phone. You curse under your breath, eyes wide, but you can’t move. Jim gasps at the noise, startled out of the moment, looking around wildly to find the source. You duck down to pick it up, feeling relief that it isn’t broken, but the relief is soon wiped away by embarrassment as you notice that Jim is looking at you. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move from your position on the floor. Jim isn’t moving, either, his cheeks completely crimson as his wide blue eyes fixate on you.

“Fuck, Jim, I...” you begin, shaking your head as your own cheeks heat in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

He doesn’t say anything, still looking at you in complete shock. You decide to continue. “Medina told me to come over and wait for her, so we could go to the beach. I heard a noise and...I came to see what it was. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have stayed...”

Jim shakes his head, his eyes planted on the ground before he brings himself to look at you. “No, it’s...I’m the one who is sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It was out of line and disgusting—“

“No, Jim,” you say gently, stepping into the bedroom. “No.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his cheeks growing impossibly redder as he averts his gaze. “I’m so /sorry/.”

“Stop apologizing,” you say with a light chuckle, shushing him gently when he opens his mouth to speak again. “It’s /okay/. I promise.”

You draw him in for a hug, one that he eagerly accepts. He clings to you, and you look up at him with a wide smile, pressing a kiss to one of his crimson cheeks. He makes a soft noise, and you cup his face in your hands as you gaze up at him. He meets your eyes, not looking away, the awkwardness of the situation seemingly gone in the moment. It’s silent for what seems forever, before the silence is finally broken.

“I’m okay with what you were doing, you know,” you tell him, brushing a small piece of hair from his forehead.

“You were?” Jim asks, and you nod. “I didn’t think...I thought if you knew I was fantasizing about you, you would tell me to fuck off.”

“Never,” you say, grinning widely as you chew your lip for a moment. “In fact...I kinda wanna help you out.”

“You mean—“ Jim begins.

“I do,” you interrupt, palming his cock as he moans filthily. “Why don’t you get back on your bed for me and show me just how needy you can be?”

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[daadddysprincessss]

Camera ready (REPOST)

parings: Duncan Shepherd x femreader

warning: oral(male receiving), recording

tagging: @amethyst-v @lovelylangdonx @ghostiesbedroom @peachesandfern @satcnas @duncvns @langdonsoceaneyes @ccodyfern (i hope it’s okay that i tagged u lovely ladies😪)

REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG

“Duncan, take out your phone” you said softly while kneeling on your knees,

“what why?” Duncan looked confused

“just do it, and record this okay?” You gave him a devilish grin-

Duncan took out his phone from his back pocket, and pointed it at you while it was recording, you started to undo Duncan’s pants slowly pulling them down while looking up at him with your bottom lip in between your teeth.

Once his pants and boxers were completely off you gestured for him to sit down, he obliged — you took his cock in your hands, you heard him take a deep breath from the warmth of your hand. You laid your tongue flat on the tip, licking the precum, Duncan’s hand went to the side of your face, running his thumb against your cheek - you slowly lowered your mouth down on his cock, ‘mmmm’ as you started to bob your head up and down on him. You looked up at the camera as you bobbed your head - “you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth angel” Duncan groaned,

your started to blush a little at his comment, it only made you work faster —

“your such a good girl angel” Duncan groaned while his hand was still holding on to the side of your head, you leaned your head into his hand making you slow down slightly —

“don’t slow down pretty angel, I’m so close” Duncan groaned.

You laid your tongue flat on the base of his cock and licked up ending at the tip than quickly placed him back in your mouth, you used your hand to jerk him off as you swirled your tongue around the tip, that drove Duncan crazy, he started to grip your hair in his hand, and his leg twitched signalling that he was about to cum, you looked up at Duncan one last time, his eyes were closed with his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ — you pushed your head all the down so that his cock was hitting the back of your throat -

“you take me so well angel” Duncan groaned while gripping your hair tighter,

you felt his warm load hit the back of your throat, you slowly pulled your mouth off Duncan’s cock with his cum still in your mouth — “open wide for the camera baby - show daddy” Duncan smiled while moving the camera close to your mouth-

You opened your mouth widely to show Duncan his cum in your mouth -

��swallow it.” Duncans tone was strong

Your eye flickered away from the camera to his eyes as you swallowed every bit of Duncans cum

“such a good little angel” Duncan said behind the phone. He ended the recording and grabbed your face pulling you in for a kiss,

“that was hot as fuck” Duncan said in between kisses,

“maybe-“ Duncan cut you off by his tongue massaging yours, you moaned into his mouth, “maybe what baby?” Duncan smiled —

“maybe it’s your turn?” You looked up into his eyes while bitting your bottom lip.

[angelicmichael]

Jim Mason x reader, blurb

Summary: Reader who is terrified of water and swimming decides to go swimming with Jim.

Warnings: reader straight up almost drowns so anyone has any triggers related to drowning you should probably skip this fic!

A/N: I meant to finish this last night so I'm sorry if this is a little late haha. I've been swimming a lot lately so I just felt inspired to write a lil swimming fic 🤷‍♀️ I feel like I rarely write fluff so this is my attempt at trying to do so haha. Let me know if you guys liked this! Let me know if you wanna be on my tag list as well :) reblogs and likes mean the world to me ❤

You stood at the end of the dock, barefooted and in very minimal clothing. You felt the rough wood of the dock against your feet as you stretched and paced in place nervously.. it was really going to happen, wasnt it?

Even though you could feel the nervousness start to consume you, you still felt happy. Happy because you were here with the love of your life... who was none other than Jim Mason.

The man himself was right in front you, well kind of. He was a couple feet in front you yes but he was also about a foot or so below you.

As you stood on the end of the dock your boyfriend waited, not so patiently, in the water below you. And it had been like this for the past fifteen minutes

He wanted you to swim.

The concept seemed simple enough; go to the lake with your boyfriend and go swimming. It seemed like you and Jim never had time to go on dates anymore; so it was your idea actually to get away and spend alone time at the lake. But that idea wasnt so simple after all because you were now fucking terrified.

You had never gone swimming before, and you weren't expecting to be so scared of it honestly..

You knew your fear was purely irrational. There was no boats on the lake so it wasnt like you would be run over, and the conditions were perfect for swimming. The sun shined brightly onto you, it seemed to coerce you to go swimming as well because you knew when you got into the water you would be able to escape this damn heat.

The sun still acted as a warm blanket that seemed to comfort you from the horrors that lied a couple feet below you.

You trusted Jim with your whole life though. You knew he wouldn't let you drown, or allow anything else bad to happen to you. After all; he was a damn surfer. He was in the water almost more than he was on the fucking land; or atleast, it was like that before you two started dating. After he learned that you hated the water, he stopped living in the water and went back to his old ways of learning how to function and live his life on land.

However, you promised Jim you would go swimming today. So here you were.. about to go fucking swimming. You could hear Jim yelling various things at you from below, all along the same lines of trying to get you in the water along with the random sprinkling of 'babe' that he randomly inserted in his sentences.

You a took a couple of steps back suddenly; yelling out a spontaneous,

"Watch out, Jim"!

You ran forward with the sudden burst of courage you felt. You knew that if you just didn't force yourself to jump that you simply wouldn't, and you were many things but you were not a liar.

When you leapt off the dock you felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins, you even screamed and then.. you hit the water.

You felt yourself slowly going lower and lower into the water, the water seemed to get gradually more cold and foreign feeling the deeper you sank.

You could feel yourself start to panic, your stomach dropped and your hands moved awkwardly and rapidly through the water - trying to move upward or stay afloat but to no avail. You kept your eyes closed, the water was murky and black, you knew opening your eyes would only add to your suffering, rather than help you.

However you felt a pair of hands on your sides, almost under your armpit as you could feel yourself moving upward.. right? It was hard to tell anymore what direction you were moving, you swear even though you've been underwater for only one minute it was starting to make you delirious.

You felt yourself continued to be moved upward until you felt the water break; the sunny but albeit cold air started to sting your skin as you surfaced. You wiped the water off your face so that you could open your eyes and confirm who you suspected rescued you.

Big surprise; it was Jim.

"Are you okay"?

Jim asked you. His voice was in a higher pitch than normal and you couldn't help but smile, it was cute how concerned he looked.

He held onto your arms and your faces were only a couple inches apart. Every second you stayed in the water the more confident and comfterable you felt in it, but it could also just be because you were with Jim. He always made you feel safe.

"Yeah, I think so. Thank you for being my hero".

You said and kissed the side of his mouth. The kiss was quick but you could still taste the salty water that lingered on his skin. Jim laughed at you; probably because you called him your hero.

Your feet continued to paddle and keep you afloat so that Jim didn't have to hold onto you so tight anymore. However that didnt matter because he grabbed onto you, putting his hands around your neck and shoulders.

"I'll always be your hero, princess".

He said and fully kissed you. You kissed him back, and in this moment you dont think you've ever been more content and happy in your life. It was so foolish for you to be scared and anxious ealier, you knew Jim would always keep you safe.

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[hecohansen31]

3 14 37 and 58 for Jim Mason !

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

I hope that you’ll like this, since it was a bit difficult to settled down with so many prompts and I’d suggest you maybe to keep it under two, max three, to also leave more creativity to the writer.

With this being said I hope you’ll like it!

WARNINGS: Friends-To-Lovers, Rebounds, Breaking-Up, Intoxicated! JIm, Harsh Words.

“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?” you mumbled as your best friend Jim Mason refused to talk with you, after you had dragged yourself out at three in the morning, hearing him so desperate over the phone.

But once you had come to the party Jim was calling you from, not only he was waiting for you, but he refused to utter anything that had a sense and you had grown bored and annoyed with him soon.

You loved Jim, he had this personality that he didn’t show to anybody that characterized him as a smart and sensitive man and you could just pass days with your hands in his hair, as he told you stupid scientific facts.

You had always felt the best with him, but this side of Jimmy never lasted and in the end you were just left heartbroken and that was why when Ed, a fellow high schooler, had asked you out, you had accepted.

Ed was sweet and soft, but he was a bit of a pushover, unable to hold your fierce personality and constantly preferring to simply let you choose, something that on the long run was getting on your nerves.

Although, in the end, you couldn’t blame him for not being Jimmy.

That night you were also damnably irritated because you had had a fight with Ed and you thought that you could definitely call yourself ‘single’, since Ed ha said that he ‘couldn’t be your rebound anymore’.

And as much as you wanted to desperately feel something for having lost him, you just couldn’t.

“Earth to Jimbo?” you tried one last time, as you sat beside Jim, who had managed to drag himself on the small cement overpass “…nothing to say, you big fat idiot?”.

“I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m around you” he muttered, surprising you as he turned to you in a way that was so sudden and violent that you almost backed away”… let alone talking”.

“Oh c’mon you always say shit to me, Jimmy, and I don’t say a thing” you muttered, glad that he had talked to you and wanting to stop him from falling in the self-pitying pit, as you pushed him for more, wanting him to be lucid.

“Not when…” his mumble was lost in the night breeze as you just shot him a quick look.

“When what?” you replied, deciding on teasing him further “… oh c’mon they say that alcohol should give you some kind of liquid courage!”.

He just closed further in himself and you did the only thing that worked in these cases: tickling.

“Oh c’mon!” you teased him, but your touch, which usually was welcome, stopped him “… Jimbo tell me why!”

And as you were ready to sing song that awful ‘Backstreet Boys’ song, Jim turned to you, coming closer than it was proper for two friends.

“Because I love you God damnit!”.

You weren’t expecting it and immediately you retreated, making Jim all too aware of what he had just said, suddenly lucid, as the hands that had pushed you away and were now held between you, fell to the ground.

“… I….” he stumbled on his words and before you knew it, he was up and turning to you “… shouldn’t have said it”.

“… well, now the truth is out” you were simply able to utter, your tone apathetic as you were trying your best to try to understand what this meant for you, if what Jim said was the truth “… ‘in vino veritas’, you know…”.

“I shouldn’t have said it” he continued to utter, almost as a mantra, his hands coming to his face, scratching loudly at the skin, harming himself and you rushed to his face and as you came by his side with him, he uttered even louder “… fuck fuck you can do better than me! Fuck… you are with Ed!”.

“Not anymore” now your tone was grim, as you shot him a sad smile “… please don’t… just sit down, Jimmy”.

“I can’t talk with you like now” he replied, but still let you sit beside him, as he stumbled against you “… I say shit that will ruin our friendship”:

“Jim, I…” you didn’t know whether it was a good idea to confess to your drunk best-friend that you had always had feelings for him, mostly when you felt so conflicted about whether you should trust him or not “… I felt the same”.

He raised his eyes to you, not believing you and immediately dropping his head.

“… but… Ed?”.

“We broke up tonight, I just…” you thought ‘what the hell’.

There’d be never a perfect time for all of this…

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

[certifiedmoth]

“I’m not going to sit here and watch you destroy yourself” meets “I wasn’t planning on asking you but it occurred to me life is short, will you marry me” with Jim pls

Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings: overdose

The last words she spat at him rang in her head as she sat in a chair next to his hospital bed, her heart broken by the boy who lay helpless next to her.

“I’m not going to sit here and watch you destroy yourself, Jim.” He watched her in silence as she walked away from him. There was nothing he could do to bring her back - to stop her from leaving.

Her last words ringing in his head as he downed a handful of pills with a bottle of vodka, walking the beach alone as the waves crashed next to him. His body hit the sand, feeling the cold air of the night hit him as he lost consciousness. At least the last thing he’ll ever hear was her voice.

Jim woke to find himself in a room of white. The steady beating of a machine nearby and the medical equipment to his right told him he was exactly where he feared he’d end up.

But when he turned to his left, he found his one reason for wanting to live - His angel. There she was, looking as beautiful as ever as she rustled around in her chair, becoming alert from a suddenly moving Jim.

“Baby,” her voice started, tears forming in her eyes as she found her place right next to him.

“Hi,” Jim’s voice was weak, but he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. “Are you really here? Is this really happening…?”

The smile she gave him did more for him than any doctor could do. How healing and restorative she was without even trying.

“I am, Jimmy… I’m here, my love,” tears ran down her face as she took in the sight of her lover beneath her. “I-I’m so sorry,” she choked out a sob, putting her hand up to her mouth to hide the pain that was showing.

Jim shook his head, looking at her as if she was the one single best thing this world had to offer. As if she could cure any hurt or pain. As if she was an angel sent from heaven above. And she was - She was all of those things and more. He knew he could never live without her. She was everything to him.

“This isn’t your fault, baby… I-I was just being stupid,” Jim tried to downplay what had happened the night before. The look she gave him told him that she wasn’t buying it - that she was done with the lies.

Jim shrugged his shoulders, “What do you want me to say, Y/N? That everything’s just gotten out of control? That everything is just… too much?” He asked, a single tear falling from his eyes that held the emotional currents of the ocean.

“Just… be honest with me, Jimmy… please. You can tell me what’s going on. When I told you that I was always going to be here for you - that I would always be right by your side, loving you endlessly, I meant it.”

“But what you said last night…?” His tears started to flow more freely as her  hand held his own in her tight grasp.

“I was just frustrated… I didn’t mean it, my love,” her heart broke all over again from the thought of almost losing the love of her life. She realized she could never live a day without Jim Mason in it, regardless of the issues they’ve had with his addictions. She needed him just as much as he needed her.

“I- I think I need help, Y/N…” his voice had a clarity to it that you hadn’t seen in a while and you knew he was serious.

You squeezed his hand in yours and leaned down to peck his soft, pale lips. He kissed you back with a hunger that surprised you - the passion and love you both felt as your lips intertwined with one another’s only proved how right you both were for each other.

He was the first to pull away, savoring the warmth of your skin that was so close to him. “Y/N… I know I’m being crazy… But I honestly can’t live a day without you by my side. I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it,” he coughed awkwardly,” It, uh, occurred to me that life is short and uh, well, why the hell not…” His eyes looked deeply into yours with more love than you had ever felt before. “Will you marry me?”

Your world stopped for a minute and it was just you and Jim. Jim who had been in your life for so many years. Jim who was always kind and caring, who always treated you as if you were a goddess. He was your partner, your best friend, your everything. The tears ran steadily down your face as you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face as you started nodding, euphoria taking over.

He pulled you into his arms, his own tears falling against your skin as you both held each other, savoring the love and warmth you both shared, hopeful for your bright futures.

[langdvnshepherd]

I really love your work. I was wondering if you could do something like. How he treats you on your period. One for each character. Duncan, Jim, Micheal, Xavier. Please and thank you !

OKAY I know I’ve been gone for forever but I really wanted to answer this!!!

Duncan:

I think Duncan would be very mature about periods, therefore, he’d be great at taking care of you. If you bleed on the sheets, no biggie. It happens and it’s just blood. If you’d rather go home and curl up in bed after work instead of meeting up for a dinner date, he’s totally fine with it. You’ve got food at home and he loves petting your hair so it gives him an even better excuse to work his magic. He’s completely respectful about what’s happening to you and he wants you to know that he’s there for you. I don’t think you’d get away without a bit of teasing from him about being needy for his cuddles when you’re watching a movie on the couch and his body heat is soothing your cramps, but he’d be an absolute gentleman towards you! Not that he already isn’t anyway.

Jim:

Sweet Jimmy is an angel and those are just facts! I don’t think Duncan would really go about spoiling you or anything, he knows you’re not dying, just having a rough time, but Jim would act like you were the only thing that mattered for the entire time you were on your period. He’s the one that insists you stay in all day and night. He comes over with grocery bags full of junk food and runs up his dad’s credit card by renting all kinds of movies for the two of you. It gives him an excuse to be lazy and sleep around for a handful of days, but also to spend more time with you. While he is definitely a soft boy once you get to know him, I think he’d still be embarrassed to be as “clingy” as he wants to be so this is his in to stick to you like a leech and get a little extra loving that he misses whenever he isn’t with you.

Michael:

Gonna be honest and say that this would be 100x more sexual than any of the other boys and I think we all know that lmao. Michael knows the second you get your period, and it always spurs something on inside of him. Maybe it’s the biblical context or the display of your womanhood that it represents or maybe it’s simply the fact that you’re bleeding and he’s always had a penchant for blood. He becomes insatiable, wanting to take you whenever and wherever for the whole time that you’re on your period. Whether it’s eating you out in the early hours of the morning when you smell so delicious that Langdon can’t help but let his tongue wander between your legs to taste the sticky sweet crimson or making a special call to his father to fuck you roughly in a pentagram filled with both of your blood, he savors your body as much as he possibly can in the small window that he’s given. Plus, we all know that orgasms help with cramps, so it’s safe to say that the last thing you’d be feeling if you were with Michael would be discomfort.

Xavier:

I think Xavier would be a good mix of Dunan and Jim! He’d care for you in a borderline excessive way like Jim, but he’d also give you the room you need like Duncan. He’s all for staying in and keeping it lowkey when you’re not feeling it. He’s been to plenty of parties and there will be plenty more than the one you asked to bail on that Friday night because you felt bloated and ugly and are in pain. Xavier likes to go the extra mile, because he really is just that extra, so he’ll show up with way too much food to your apartment and bring the party to you! He’s not completely innocent though. He’s not a man who fears blood, so he’s definitely going to try to find his way into your pants by the end of the night.

[shenevertricks1831]

Promise

**A/N- So I’ve been seeing Pisces and some content involving it going around. I just saw it for the first time yesterday, and I got some inspiration for this very short blurb. I hope you all enjoy it. I don’t believe there is much Charlie content, so I cant imagine the tags included are to popular so please reblog if you like it and share some Charlie with your friends.

She felt the bed shift and rolled over to find her boyfriend gone. Rubbing her eyes she groaned. "It's to early, you can't get up yet." He chuckled, "Y/N you do realize it's almost 11 in the morning." Sure it was nearly 11 am, but they hadn't gone to bed til after 3am; they always stayed up way to late when he would stay at her house on weekends. Y/N sat up in her bed. "Fine, but where are you going?" She watched him as he got dressed, finding his discarded clothes strewn about her room from the night before."I told you last night remember, I have plans with Alex. We're gonna go fishing." Y/N bit her lip looking away from him. "You know I don't like you going to that waterfall. There's hardly any cell service out there, it's hard to get to," He came to the bed sitting behind her, wrapping his arms around her form. "I worry about you." She turned to look at him, "You can be very, impulsive." The both chuckled at her all to true statement. She took his face in her hands, cupping his cheeks and looking into his bright blue eyes. "Just promise me you won't do anything stupid, please Charlie." He brought a hand to caress the cheek, leaning in and kissing her gently before he pulled back. "Y/N, I promise you I won't do anything stupid."