#Jim Mason Fan fic

[austinstyles]

Two fanfics I have in drafts I just have been taking a break from to get inspiration again. Because at the moment I have writers block. And I hope to finish one of them or both soon but I can’t really promise when.

I might post one this month or it could be done by next month. Thanks for the patience. Also request are open and I hope you can understand why it can take some time. I get writer block and sometimes I just can’t figure out how I should write some of the stuff the way I want. Also sometimes I just start on different ideas for different fanfics.

Thanks for listening to my little rant.

I hope everyone has a great day and take care.

🙂👍🏻🌸🩷🖤

Grace

[taehyungsgrowl]

Dark!Jim and fuckboy!Nate double teaming. That’s it. That’s the ask.

You’re right. This is the ask that ruined me.

Maybe you’re friends with both of them and there’s always been just a little something between you and each of them. 

Of course, you know their habits and how they’re a couple of fuckboys to not actually be interested in dating either of them - but 😗 

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look at her (me) she wrote 2 blurbs in one weekend! who is SHE!!!!!!

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You’d been at the party for about an hour and you were already being pull from side to side by Jim and Nate. Jim kept pulling you close to dance, guiding your hips to the music as he pressed himself closer. But at the first chance he got, Nate would have you sitting on his lap, his large hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of your too short skirt. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention they gave you. They were both so confident and knew they would be a good time. It was just a matter of picking who you’d go home with that night. 

Of course, Jim and Nate were enjoying this little game as well. They tried to one-up each other every chance they got. Nothing fueled them more than competing with each other. They’ve played this game plenty of times. 

Jim caught Nate as he got another drink. Full smirk on his perfect face. He looked up at Nate, placing his hand on the taller man’s shoulder, “Might as well start looking for another girl to go home with tonight, Grayson. Or it’s gonna be you and your hand because Y/N and I are gonna be out of here soon,”

Nate shook his head laughing, shoving Jim’s hand off of him. “In your dreams, Mason.” They had an interesting relationship. They were friends. Best friends some might even say, but nothing could tear them away from the rivalry they’ve made with each other. All in good fun, they swore. 

Both men turned their heads as you walked past them to get a drink. You made sure to sway your hips from side to side to draw their attention. They might think they’re the ones in charge of their little game, but you held the cards and you knew it. 

Why did you have to settle on one for just the night? You could feel their eyes on you as you bent down for another drink. You tugged at your skirt, adjusting it when you straightened out and met their hungry eyes. 

“Jim... Nate...” a smile played on your lips as you sized them down. Your eyes lingered on the veins in Nate’s arms that were showcased by the sleeves of his shirt being rolled up. Your tongue poked out before taking a sip of your beverage. Maybe it was all the liquid courage you have had, but you grabbed on to both of their arms, glancing at each one. “Enjoying the party?” 

Nate glanced at Jim before putting his hand on your lower back, “Better now that you’re here to keep us company again.” You just about melted into his touch. Jim took note of that and took one step forward, you could almost feel his breath on your face, “Maybe we should make it a party of two?” he whispered into your ear, but clear enough that he knew Nate would be able to hear. 

“Mmm,” you shoved him back a little, “Tempting.” you giggled, looking back at Nate before locking eyes with Jim again, “I was thinking you boys would be okay with sharing,” you bit your lower lip, eyes shifting from Nate to Jim. 

Both of them looked at each other for a moment, “You serious?” Jim asked. 

“Why not?” you pressed on.

Nate shrugged, “I’m down. Jim?” 

Jim stared at Nate for a moment longer before finally nodding. “Yeah. Hell yeah. I’m down.” 

“Easy,” you laughed, patting his chest. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private?” you looked around the party. 

As discreetly as the three of you could you headed upstairs to an empty bedroom. They wasted no time. Before the door could even lock, they had their lips attached to your neck. One on either side, nibbling and sucking on it. They both knew they were leaving their marks on you - marking their territory even now. 

You moaned softly as the feeling of their lips on your neck made your panties pool. It was happening so fast and yet not fast enough. You wanted them both so bad. 

Jim was the first to pull his lips away, “Such a dirty little girl,” he shook his head, his hand snaking up your thigh. 

“You enjoy being shared like this princess?” Nate groaned as his bulge pressed into your thigh. 

“Of course she does,” Jim answered, his fingertips brushing over your panties. “Just feel how wet she is,”

Nate joined Jim’s hand under your skirt. His fingers went into your panties collecting your wetness, “Just dripping,” he mused. He brought his finger back up to his lips, sucking them clean. “So fucking good,” 

Jim continued to play with your pussy, making you buck up into his hand. Both men chuckled at how needy you were for them. 

“Can’t wait to have you on my cock,” Nate leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Gonna make you moan out my name.” he chuckled against your skin. 

“Please, need you both,” you grabbed their shirts in your fists trying your best to get them to take you to the bed. 

Nate led you both to bed, ridding his clothes in the process. He laid on top of the pile of pillows as he pulled you on top of him. Jim was swiftly behind you, kneeling on the bed. Jim started to pull your shift off while Nate’s fingers undid the buttons of your skirt. You could feel how hard he was through the thin material of your panties and you couldn't wait for them to be inside you. You leaned down to kiss Nate. Your ass pressed into Jim, slightly moving from side to side to tease him. He grabbed on to your hips and pressed into you, “I’m gonna fuck this tight little ass, baby.” he groaned and began to take off his pants. 

Nate helped position you over his cock after taking your panties off. You slowly sank down on his length, your ass in the air. Jim grabbed on to your hips, watching as you stretched around Nate. Once Nate was all the way inside you, he kept you still - he didn’t buck his hips forward, letting you adjust to his size before Jim joined in. 

Jim smacked your ass a couple times, making your pussy clench around Nate. “You look so pretty all spread open for us,” 

You looked over your shoulder to look at Jim - already on his knees with his cock in his hand. He got a bit closer and put that same hand around your neck, “Are you ready for me, baby?” 

You nodded your head around his hand. He brought his hand up to your mouth, “Spit,” he instructed for you to spit on his palm. He used your spit to cover his cock, getting himself as lubed up as he could. He leaned forward and spit on your lower back, watching it drip down to your ass hole. The sensation of his warm spit made your legs tremble. Nate grabbed on to your hips to keep you steady on his cock. 

Jim spread his legs around your thighs as he mounted you. He lined his tip along your hole, gently testing you with it. 

“Jim, please,” you begged. 

“Easy,” he retorted back at you like you had earlier that night. 

He slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you rock against Nate’s cock. 

“Fuck,” they both groaned in unison. 

Yout fingernails dug into Nate’s chest as Jim entered himself inside your tight hole. 

You began rocking back and forth on Nate, with his hands on your hips controlling your pace. The more you ground yourself down on his cock, the further you took Jim’s. 

The three of you were a mess of tangled limbs and ecstasy. Nate reached up and grabbed your neck, bringing you down to his lips, “One cock’s not enough for you is it, princess.” he mumbled against your mouth before kissing you deeply. 

“You know it’s not,” Jim answered. “She’s a perfect little slut. Made to be used like this. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Fuck,” you bit down on Nate’s lip. 

Jim slapped your ass as his cock slammed into you, “What was that?”

“Yes, it’s right. I’m your little slut,”

Your legs started to shake as you were on the verge of collapsing onto Nate's chest from overstimulation. 

Jim held you steady. You could feel his cock twitching inside you.

“Are you close, baby? Gonna cum for us?”

“Yes, god, I’m so close.” he panted. 

Nate reached up and took your nipple in his mouth biting and sucking on it as he cock slid in and out of you - rapidly in chase of his own orgasm. The three of you just moments away from euphoria. 

Nate was the first to finish - you felt his hot, sticky load burst inside of you. He remained inside your pussy, riding out his orgasm. Letting you rock back and forth on him. As soon as Jim could feel Nate’s cum dripping back towards him he followed suit - gripping your hair, he finished his load. 

You collapsed onto Nate’s chest when you came down from the high of it. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and settled you in between him and Jim. You could feel both of their cum down your thighs. 

The room was filled with heavy breathing and soft sighs. After a moment of silence, Nate finally spoke up. “So,” he propped himself up on his elbow, looking over you and Jim, “should we get back to the party?” he laughed knowing you were both worn out. 

“Not a chance,” you pulled him back down on the bed. “Our private party is much more satisfying.”

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[hecohansen31]

#45 with Jim for the smut prompts

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I just wanted to say that I am sorry again for how much I am taking with all these prompts and asks, I just... studying hystory of art makes me happy, but is also a long process and a shit ton of images.

Still I’ll have something planned for quite a bit so I hope that I’ll be able to properly satisfy you and as always your support means the world to me!

I hope you’ll enjoy my babe Jim, almost as pretty as the ocean (ok Jimmy you are prettier!).

WARNINGS: Sexual Innuendos, Teasing, Beach and Swimsuits.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.���

You turned around to send Jim an annoyed look as he smirked, all pleased with himself for his funny comment.

You had been swimming the entire day in the ocean, Jim taking a day off from surfing to properly make you appreciate the cold water, since you weren’t used to it.

And the vastity of it made you a bit uneasy although you tried your best not to show it.

But Jim had quickly caught onto your misery, promptly trying to help you through it in the best way he could think of, which were bold jokes and gentle touches that caused quite the commotion in your body, making you blush as you gently dragged your body away from Jim, who smirked at your small attempt to leave him behind and with two swift strokes of his arms he was in front of you, blocking you.

“Trying to get away from me, babe”.

“More like trying to get away from an idiot” you retorted, but let Jim’s arms envelop you as he softly huffed in fake annoyance at your sarcastic retort, making sure that he was properly holding you before dipping you completely in the water with him, with no absolute warning for you.

You immediately spluttered water as you remerged, terrified by that experience, although you had to admit that in Jim’s arms, you felt the safest.

Although he could be a bit of an idiot sometimes.

You slowly retreated from the ocean to the beach, more to actually tease back the ‘big bully’ that your boyfriend was, than because you had had enough of the water, sitting onto the towel you had laid out for you both.

Your skin looked even lovelier as Jim looked at it, being hit by the full sun of lunch time, making his stomach grumble not only at the thought of eating a snack, after an exhausting day of sun and ocean, but also of you.

Even more when you looked like that, your swimsuit provocatively showing off your body in a way that quieted any insecurity you owned and that small smirk on your face…

… it made Jim wonder what your mouth would look under other circumstances.

He exited the water quickly moving to join you, as you adjusted yourself onto your side, to look more properly at him, something wicked appearing under your sunglasses, in your eyes.

“… and since I got you this wet, why don’t we make sure that you dry properly?” he uttered, as he rubbed lovingly circles onto your waist, slowly dragging them lower till his fingers slipped in your bikini bottom, effectively teasing your wet curls, and making you purr lightly on his nearing mouth.

“… well then you better get home for that” you muttered pushing him lightly, but taking him by surprise enough to get him off the towel, which you swept off his feet, effectively sending him tumbling down in the sand “… if you want to get some, don’t even think about doing it on the beach… sand gets everywhere…”.

And like that you were sprinting off for Jim’s house, him on your tail, a bit taken aback by your wicked ways, but none the less aroused as he adjusted his growing bulge in his boxers.

You weren’t so shy once you were off the waters.

And he couldn’t wait to find other ways to make you wet.

[chloelucia13]

World Alone Part 1

Pairing: Jim Mason x reader

Prompt: How long will it take for you to confess your love to the boy who needed and wanted you all along?

Warnings: ANGST, language, some fluff throughout, drug misuse, overdose, just a fucking mess

A/N: So I (obviously) watched The Tribes of Palos Verdes and all I can say is fuck everything about that movie because it hurt. So I’m making it hurt worse and also fixing it at the same time. Enjoy! 

“It’ll only be for a few months, promise,” you told Sandy, flashing her a sweet smile.

“It’d be a pleasure to have you stay here,” she replied, flashing you a smile in return. 

You gave her a big hug before running into the house and into Medina’s room. “I’m staying, bitch!” You hopped on the bed and wrapped your arms around her. 

“Really? She gave in?” Medina asked, her eyes wide for a moment before she hugged you back. You both let out a laugh.

“Oh come on, it’s not like she hates me.”

“She hates almost everyone.”

“So do I. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you and Jim.”

She smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. “Have you talked to him about it yet?”

“No, and I don’t think I ever will. And he’s head over heels in love with that Heather girl.”

Medina just hummed and you let out a huff. “Whatever you say, Y/N.” As if on cue, her phone began to ring. She winked at you before clicking answer. “What’s up, Jim?” You could hear his muffled voice through the phone and a smile involuntarily graced your face. “Alright, be there soon.” She looked over at you as she hung up and she grinned. “God, you’re such a dork.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You rolled off the bed and onto the floor with a soft thud. “What’d he say?”

“The beach is empty and he wanted to know if we wanted to come. Let’s go.”

“But I need to pack-”

“We can help you pack later. Your parents don’t even leave until tomorrow.”

You shook your head playfully and sat up. “Fine. But I’m not going in the water.” You grabbed one of the books off her shelf and tucked it under your arm.

“How are you gonna date a surfer when you won’t even go in the water?”

“Easy. I won’t.”

The ocean’s breeze gently whipped your hair in front of your face. You could taste the salty mist on your lips and a smile was etched on your face as you listened to your friends laughing and chatting. “Are you ever gonna get in the water?” Jim teased as he walked up to you, setting his surfboard down a few feet away before flopping down next to you.

“That’s like asking a snake to stop shedding it’s skin,” you hummed, bookmarking the page you were on before clapping the book shut.

“Is that a double meaning?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his shoulder. “Perv.” 

He just laughed and watched you as you tucked your book into the bag you brought along. “You love it,” he teased, wrapping an arm around you.

You squeaked and wormed out of his grasp, prompting a laugh from him. “You’re sopping wet!” 

“Oh come on, I just want a hug.”

“I’ll hug you when you’re dry and I’m not wearing my favorite dress.”

He just rolled his eyes and you stuck your tongue out at him. Medina laughed at the two of you and you playfully glared at her, pushing yourself to your feet and brushing the sand off of your skin. “What time do your parents leave?” she asked, looking at you through squinted eyes.

“Like five in the morning.”

Jim looked at you curiously. “What?”

“Did Medina not tell you?” He shook his head and furrowed his brows. “I’m gonna be staying with you guys for a few months. My parents have to go to Africa for field research and they’re leaving me here.”

“Really?” A big smile grew on his face and Medina subtly nudged your shoulder.

You nodded and smiled at him in return, ignoring her gesture. “I gotta go pack though. You guys go get changed and come meet me at my house?”

They both nodded and you Jim pushed himself up to his feet. “See you then.”

You chuckled and the three of you parted ways, Jim and Medina marching up the hill to their house while you walked along the beach until you reached the stairway that led up the hill. The safer way.

You got to your house in no time, immediately running into your room and shoving all of your clothes into the two suitcases you owned. You were teeming with excitement as you gathered everything you needed and organized it. “What’s the point of folding everything if you’re gonna tear through it anyway?” Jim hummed from behind you, leaning against the door frame.

“Well, unlike you, I like some sense of organization in my life,” you replied, chuckling softly before returning back to your task at hand. 

“You need to let loose every once in a while.”

You huffed and shook your head, listening to another pair of footsteps enter your room. “Medina, tell him that I don’t need to let loose.”

“Can’t exactly do that, Y/N/N,” she stated, walking over to you and sitting down on your bed.

“Oh come on. I let loose! I wear short shorts to bed and-and...”

“Exactly,” Jim piped in, sitting down next to Medina. “When’s the last time you even went to a party?”

You feigned thinking for a moment before grinning. “Never. Next question.”

“Do you own anything that could be loosely considered racy?”

You laughed and shook your head, lugging one of your suitcases onto the bed. “It’s just not who I am. If you ever see me wear anything like that, you should check me into a mental hospital.” You gently stacked your clothes into the suitcase and pursed your lips when you felt two pairs of eyes on you. “What?”

“Why?” Medina spoke up.

“Well for one, I would make everyone want to gouge their eyes out. Two, I would rather die.”

“So stubborn.”

“Always am, always will be.” You zipped up your suitcase and gathered the small amount of makeup you owned, tucking them into the front pocket. “Alright, all ready.” Without another word, you slung it over your shoulder and marched out of the room.

“This argument is not over,” Jim told you, trailing close behind you.

“Too bad.”

You sat on the carpeted floor, playing with the frayed ends of your jeans as you bobbed your head along to the music blasting in your ears. However, the serene moment was taken away when you heard a knock at your door. You paused your music and looked up, locking eyes with Jim. “I’m gonna go down to the beach,” he told you, running a hand through his hair. “You wanna come?”

You nodded and flashed him a sweet smile, pushing yourself to your feet and grabbing your sweater off of the bed. “Let’s go.”

You trailed behind him as the two of you made the trek down to the water, your eyes cast downwards to make sure you didn’t trip and fall. “You know, you could come swim while I surf,” he spoke up as your feet finally made contact with the sand.

You shook your head. “Too dangerous.” He sighed and you planted yourself down on the sand. “Go, have fun. Don’t worry about me.” You playfully shooed him away and slipped on your headphones, letting the music wash over you as you watched him.

Time moved quickly, and before you knew it, he hurried out of the water and onto the rocks. You smiled at his giddiness, but that smile immediately fell when you watched him kiss Heather who was clad in only a white bikini. Your fingers immediately flew to the hem of your sweater, tugging nervously. Medina stood above them and you contemplated going and talking to her, but that plan was immediately foiled as a boy stepped in front of her and started talking to her. 

Tears welled in your eyes and you quickly stumbled away, feeling utterly alone. You bit down hard on your lower lip and scaled the hill, brushing past Medina and the new boy on your way up. “Shit,” you heard her mutter behind you but you ignored her, your mind trained on not crying and not falling down the hill to a painful death. “Y/N, wait up.”

You stumbled into the house and hurried into your room, looking in your mirror. A few drops of blood spilled from the hole you chewed in your lip and you hurriedly wiped it away, watching as it left a pale red stain on your chin. “Fuck,” you choked out, furiously rubbing at your wet eyes. 

“Can I come in?” You nearly jumped at her voice, but you nodded. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.”

“I feel like I’m turning into your mom.” You chuckled bitterly and sniffled. “Just slowly losing my mind, no one wanting me.”

“Don’t you dare think that-”

“Why?” You spun around and faced her, letting a few tears slip down your face. “I’m already becoming a hermit who wants to live in her comfy clothes and not talk to anybody.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m gonna have to change to have him look at me and not see a friend, a-a sister.”

She gripped your shoulders and you dropped your gaze to the ground, ashamed and broken. “Don’t you ever, in a million years, turn into someone like Heather. You’re better than she could ever be.”

You let out a soft sob and wrapped your arms around her, hugging her with all the strength you had left. “I-I’m gonna take a nap.” You gave her a weak smile and sat down on the bed, your entire body sagging as soon as you sat down. 

“You do that, Y/N. And just know you can talk to me whenever.”

You nodded. “Thank you, ‘Dina.”

You sat nestled up against the cushions of the couch, watching Jim and Sandy play go fish together. A small smile was settled on your face and you drummed your fingers against the arm rest. “Look, all dressed up for daddy,” Sandy voiced and you looked up to see Medina fidgeting nervously with her sweater.

“Jim are you ready to go?” Medina asked, ignoring her mother’s comment. An awkward silence hung in the air in place of an answer. “It’s just dinner.”

Sandy smirked and leaned over to Jim. “You think dad’s gonna bring his new son?”

Her remark made your stomach twist and you saw tears well in Medina’s eyes. “Dad really wants to see you.”

Jim nervously scratched the back of his neck. “Nah, I’m alright,” he replied, emotionless.

“I’ll come with, Medina,” you spoke up, pushing yourself off the the couch. “I don’t want you to go alone. Let me get changed, I’ll be ready in like 2 minutes.” She smiled gratefully at you and you squeezed her shoulder comfortingly before running into your room and throwing on a midi dress and a shawl. “Alright, let’s go.”

You watched as the waiter set a full fried fish down in front of Phil, your lip unconsciously turning up in disgust. Before you could say anything, however, you stared down at the salad you ordered, gulping slightly. “Did you know humans are the only animals that befriend their prey before eating them?” Phil’s stepson, Adrian, stated.

You let out a laugh and looked up, your laugh stopping immediately when you saw that everyone else was annoyed. “Oh god, here we go,” Phil’s wife, Ava, groaned. “We’re also the only species that flies airplanes and transplant hearts.” She reached over and squeezed Phil’s shoulder and you winced.

“Don’t think that was his point,” you muttered under your breath, taking a bite of salad immediately after.

Apparently not hearing your remark, Ava continued. “You know when you eat vegetables, you kill them.”

“I don’t think that’s correct,” he voiced.

“Adrian goes to Westridge. The brainbox school. He’s gonna study animal sciences in the fall if he aces his finals.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved another forkful of salad into your mouth. “So, Phil. Guessing there’s a lot of white people in this club?”

Ava let out one of the most annoying laughs you’ve ever heard, and you and Medina couldn’t hold in your laughs. You couldn’t tell if it was from Adrian’s retort or Ava’s repulsive laugh, so you assumed it was a mix of both. “What?” Phil asked, dumbfounded. “No! There’s Jerry, there’s the Wongs.”

“Okay, well-” Ava cut in. “-Medina, Y/N, what about you guys? What are you interested in?”

Medina thought for a moment. “Surfing. I really like surfing a lot.”

“That’s great!  I surfed once. I was pretty good but ten I got like four stitches on my chin.”

Suddenly, all the attention at the table turned to you. You straightened your back and wiped at your mouth with a napkin. “I-uh, I like to read. And I sing and play guitar sometimes,” you stated nervously. Before they could ask you anything else, you shoved yet another clump of salad into your mouth.

The rest of the night dragged on miserably, but finally, Phil pulled up in front of the house. “I’m-uh, gonna head inside,” you voiced. “Don’t wanna intrude on anything you need to talk about.”

“Thank you for coming to dinner, Y/N,” Phil spoke up as you clambered out of the car.

“Thanks for letting me come.” You offered him a small smile and a wave before retreating inside. 

As soon as you stepped inside, Jim pulled you into a hug. You blushed and hesitated for a moment before hugging him back. “How’d that go?” he whispered, pulling away to look at you.

“Well, if I can say one thing, it’s that they ain’t got nothing on you,” you hummed, beaming at him.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You mean that?”

“Why wouldn’t I mean that? Honestly, no one’s got anything on you and Medina.”

Medina hurried inside and you stepped to the side to let Medina and Jim talk. Before you could slink away, however, Medina stopped you. “Talk?” she asked and you nodded.

“Let me get changed.” You retreated into your room and slipped on a long sleeved shirt and leggings before waiting out by the pool for them.

They met you outside not even five minutes later, Jim sitting down next to you and Medina sitting down next to Jim. He rolled his jeans up and dunked his feet into the water, a wave of sadness immediately washing over the three of you. “He didn’t even say goodbye,” Jim voiced, breaking the silence.

“He doesn’t leave for a week,” Medina responded. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before remembering hearing something about Paris before you went inside. “You should call him.”

You silently nodded in agreement and looked up at him, watching a tear slip down his cheek. “Really?” He stared straight ahead into the water and slowly shook his head. “I don’t know.” You just watched him, every small movement he made. “I keep trying to laugh with the boys... Everything I say sounds weird and wrong... Like someone’s talking through my mouth. Do you ever feel that way?”

You gulped and sniffled, fingers tugging at your shirt sleeves to let your body have something to do. “Yeah, sometimes I guess.”

You licked your lips. “That’s how I always feel,” you choked out, biting your lip.

“Can I ask you a question?” he whispered to Medina, his voice shaky and weak.

“Yeah,” she replied.

There was a beat of silence. “Do you love surfing?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean really love it.”

She thought for a moment. “Yeah, I do.”

He stared at her and you felt a tear slip down your cheek at his words. “I don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t you? You’re so good at it.”

He just stared ahead again, his face shifting to a completely blank slate. You reached up and hesitantly wiped a tear off his face. “I shouldn’t have hit dad that time... He hates me now.”

“No he doesn’t, Jim,” you spoke up, running your thumb along his cheek. He reached up and took your hand in his, his fingers tangling with yours. Medina rested her head on his shoulder and the three of you sat together for God knows how long, just holding each other together because if you didn’t, everything would crumble apart.

The bright light shining through your curtains woke you from your slumber, and you turned to the side to see that it was 11 a.m. “Jesus Christ,” you grumbled, pushing yourself out of bed. You trudged into the kitchen and furrowed your brows when you saw Jim standing at the island, dressed in his wet suit. “What are you doin’?” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Out to surf,” he replied blankly.

“Why?”

He sighed and pursed his lips. “I just...”

You shook your head and hopped up on the island. “Nope. Go change into comfy clothes. We’re relaxing today.” 

He arched an eyebrow at you and you smiled at him in return. “Come on, Y/N-”

“There’s no debate. You need a day off. No drinking, no drugs, no surfing, no boys. Got it?”

He sighed but smiled regardless. “Fine.”

“Good. Now get changed and come back soon. I’m making eggs.” He playfully trudged off, returning a few minutes later in a grey tee and black sweats. You smiled at him and he walked over to you, reaching over you and grabbing a handful of shredded cheese, pouring it into his mouth. “Such a child.”

He laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist, making your cheeks bloom a bright red. “How are you doing?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“I... I don’t know, honestly,” you whispered, scrambling the eggs in the pan.

“What do you mean?”

You sighed and rested your hand atop his for a moment before running a hand through your hair. “I just feel... Odd.” You shrugged. “But you’re with me, so I’m happy about that.”

“I’m happy, too.”

You scooped equal amounts of scrambled eggs onto three separate plates, along with a piece of toast and a glass of water. “You wanna watch a movie?”

He nodded and rested his chin on the top of your head, his fingers absentmindedly gripping gently to your shirt. “Who’s the third plate for?”

“Your mom.” You picked up the plate and the glass of water and reluctantly slipped out of his grasp to go into Sandy’s room. You gently nudged the door open with your foot before slipping inside and setting the food on her nightstand, slinking out of the room a moment later.

Jim had set both of your plates on the coffee table, one of which he already dug into. “Is she asleep?”

You nodded and sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you searched for a movie to watch. He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face as he watched you. “What do you want to watch?” you asked, breaking him out of his trance.

“Uh... Jaws?”

You chuckled and obliged, putting the movie on. “Ironic.”

Four movies and lots of snacks later, you and Jim laid on the couch in total hysterics, laughing like crazy people. “I told you!” you squealed, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“How are you that ticklish?” he laughed, grabbing your hands and pulling you up.

“How would I know?” You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself down.

“You’re cute when you laugh.” It felt as if your heart skipped a beat at his words and you covered your face with your hands to hide the blush. Silence fell over the two of you and Jim bit down on his lip. “Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You, um-you have a guitar.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never seen you play it.”

“Are you asking me to play you a song?”

He nodded and smiled at you. “I wanna hear it.”

You chuckled and got up, leading him into your room. “What song do you want to hear?”

He shrugged and you grabbed your guitar, sitting down on the ground. He sat down across from you and watched as your fingers plucked each string, delicately tuning it. “A forewarning, I’m not that good at singing.”

He rolled his eyes and stared at your face, immediately entranced. 

“That slow burn waits while it gets dark  Bruising the sun I feel grown up with you in your car I know it's dumb”

Every sound that came from you made the smile on his face grow wider and wider, his heart beginning to quickly beat.

“We both got a million bad habits to kick Not sleeping is one  We're biting our nails, you're biting my lip  I'm biting my tongue But people are talking, people are talking But people are talking, people are talking”

Your hair cascaded around your face as you slowly swayed along to the song, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Raise a glass, cause I'm not done saying it They all wanna get rough, get away with it Let 'em talk, cause we're dancing in this world alone World alone, we're alone”

Before you could get another word out, Jim cupped your cheek. Your eyes flew open and your voice caught in your throat. Your entire body froze. “Are you hungry?” you blurted out, immediately standing up and setting your guitar against the wall.

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at you, tilting his head slightly. “What?”

“I-um-I’m hungry. I’m gonna run to the store. I’ll be back in like 10 minutes. Do you want anything?” You nervously wrung your hands, avoiding eye contact with him.

“I-I’m good.”

You nodded and hurried out of the house and hopped on your bike, speeding down to the store. “God I’m so fucking stupid,” you muttered to yourself, parking your bike on the bike rack. You ran inside and grabbed a random assortment of snacks, your hands shaking.

You hopped in line and nervously chewed on your lip. “Y/N, hey!” A sickeningly familiar voice spoke in front of you.

You looked up and locked eyes with Heather. “Oh h-hey,” you choked out, your heart stopping.

God, you felt like the worst person ever. You literally almost made out with her boyfriend not even five minutes ago. “How’s Jim? I didn’t see him today and he didn’t answer any of my calls.”

“He’s um-he’s sick. I’m getting some food for him now.” You gestured to the bags of snacks you had in your arms. 

“Oh no! Maybe I’ll come over to see him-”

“No!” You cleared your throat and winced. “N-no, I wouldn’t. I don’t want you getting sick.”

She smiled softly and set her stuff down on the checkout counter. “That’s so sweet of you.” She handed the cashier her money and turned back to you as she grabbed her bag. “Say hi to him for me?”

“Definitely.” You both exchanged your goodbyes and you let out a sigh of relief when she finally left. 

You hurried out of the store not even a minute later, tossing the bags in the basket you had on the front of your bike before speeding home. You nearly threw your bike into the lawn before grabbing the bags and running inside. “Sorry I took so long, the line was ridiculous and they rearranged like the entire store-” You froze when you saw the note that was stuck to the kitchen cabinets. Tears immediately welled in your eyes and you collapsed to your knees, your hands shaking as you grabbed the phone and dialed Medina’s number, letting out a sob when she didn’t answer “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You scrambled to your feet and hopped back on your bike, pedaling like a mad man to get to the hospital.

You sprinted down the hall and nearly cried with relief when you saw Sandy talking with a doctor. “Is he in there?” you asked, your hands on your knees as you gasped for air. 

The doctor just nodded briefly and you pushed past them, nearly stumbling into his room. “Y/N?” you heard him mutter and you nodded, rushing over to his side and taking his hand in yours. 

“Y-yeah it’s me,” you whispered, tugging a chair over and sitting down next to him. “I’m so sorry I left, I-I should’ve stayed with you-”

“No.” You tilted your head confusedly. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. I-If I was there you wouldn’t have done anything. I would’ve been there.” Tears slipped down your cheeks and you looked down at the floor in shame.

“Y/N-”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jim.” You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the back of your hand. Heather’s face popped into your head and your heart raced. You needed to tell him. Before you lose him. “I need to tell you something.”

You hesitantly looked up at him and your heart broke when you saw his eyes. “What is it?”

You sucked in a deep breath and gulped. “Jim, I love you. And not in the way that you love Medina. I-I’m in love with you. And I wish I didn’t, I wish I could love you the way you love me. Like a sibling. But I fucking can’t. I wish I could, but I can’t.” You sniffled and stared at his hand. “But you have someone, And no matter how much that hurts me, it makes you happy. She makes you happy. I just... I needed to tell you this in case I lose you.”

The door swung open before he could say anything. You squeezed his hand once before stepping away, giving Medina some time to talk to him. You offered her a sad smile before slipping out of the room.

The hallways felt empty and cold, twisting and turning like a maze that you almost got lost in as you tried to find the vending machine. A sigh of relief slipped from your mouth as you finally found the dusty black machine, scanning the window to figure out what you wanted. With shaky hands, you deposited $2 and chose a snickers bar and a bag of m&ms. 

You rushed back to his room with a racing heart. “Fuck, I just fucked him up more,” you whispered to yourself, smacking the side of your head with your hand. “I’m so stupid.”

The moment you heard Phil’s voice your breath caught in your throat. You stood in the doorway and watched the scene unfold, contemplating whether you should step in or not. “Besides I don’t think your mother would be too thrilled,” he joked and you clenched your jaw. “How’s it going over there? Is she doing okay?”

“Sure,” Jim choked out.

“You would not believe the bills I’ve gotten. Does she ever turn the lights off? Hope she’s not off her meds.”

“She’s not crazy, dad, she’s just sad.”

“Yeah, I know.”

That was it for you. “Alright, get the fuck out,” you hissed, tears welling in your eyes.

Phil spun around and looked at you with wide eyes. “Excuse me?”

“I said get the fuck out. You’re talking to him about his mom who is fucking broken because of you and-and he just fucking overdosed! Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

“Y/N-”

“If you don’t get out I’m gonna drag you out. I don’t care if I get arrested. You’re obviously making him upset but you don’t give a shit! You’ve broken his heart multiple times and you’re making his life a living hell.”

“How dare you speak to me-”

“Phil, I swear to fucking god. Leave.”

You glared daggers at him as he retreated, Medina in tow. Once they were out, you rushed over to Jim and crouched in front of him. “Thank you,” he choked out, a tear sliding down his face.

“I was getting tired of him. No need to thank me for something that needed to be done.” You wiped away the tears on his face and offered him a sweet smile. “I got you a snickers.”

“You’re the best.”

You chuckled and shook your head, handing him the candy. “I heard the doctors saying that they’ll need to keep you overnight, but you can go home tomorrow.”

“Are you gonna stay with me?”

“Of course I am. What kind of a question is that?”

He nodded softly and took a bite of the candy, a smile spreading across his face. “Y/N?”

“Yup?”

“I... I love you too. A-and not in a sibling way. I-”

“Jim,” you whispered, your fingers carding through his hair. “Don’t worry about that now. Think about it for a little bit. I don’t want you making a decision you’ll regret later.”

He sighed but nodded, knowing that you wouldn’t listen no matter how much he argued with you.

But he meant every word.

You took in a deep breath when you pulled up to the house and saw Heather’s car waiting out front. She hopped out of the car and walked over to Jim immediately, clad in a low cut sweater and shorts. She awkwardly waved at everybody and you pushed back the tears you felt welling in your eyes. ‘Never gonna be like her,’ you thought to yourself, waiting for Medina and Sandy to go inside before you began to grab the mail.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m here. I hope it’s not weird, I just didn’t hear from you last night and we were supposed to go out. I was so worried.”

You sighed softly. Apparently the torturous conversation you had with her yesterday didn’t stick in her head. You clutched the mail tightly in your hands. “No, no it’s-” Jim began before getting cut off by her lips pressing against his.

You gulped and stomped inside, not able to stomach another second of the scene in front of you. “Medina?” you voiced as soon as your got in the house.

“Yeah?” she responded, popping her head out of her room.

“I need you to come shopping with me.”

She furrowed her brows and tilted her head. “You’ve never wanted to go shopping in your entire life, what’s new?”

You glanced over at the front door and she understood. “I need it. I know you don’t think I should be like her but... I need to do something.”

She just sighed and grabbed the keys off the counter, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the car. On the way over, you brushed past Jim. No matter how much you wanted to stare into his eyes and just get lost, you couldn’t will yourself to.

You clutched the fabric of the dress in your hands which were shaking horribly. “Maybe I shouldn’t-” you began before Medina cut you off.

“No, you’re not gonna wimp out now,” she exclaimed and you sighed. 

You examined your curled hair and red lips in the mirror, fear flooding your body. “What if he’s just... Disgusted by me.”

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. Don’t you ever think that.”

With a final gulp and a nod, you stripped out of your sweatpants and tee and into the gorgeous black velvet dress you bought, slipping on a pair of flats afterward. “...So?” you asked, turning around to face her.

She smiled excitedly and grabbed your hands. “You look like the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

Tears welled in your eyes and you smiled wide. Before you could say anything, however, Medina’s computer went off. “Guess that’s my cue.”

She chuckled and pulled you into a tight hug. “You are the most amazing person ever. Don’t ever change.”

You nodded and give her one last quick squeeze before slinking off down the hallway, stopping in front of Sandy’s door for a moment. “We’re not gonna get married. I don’t even like her that much,” you heard Jim say and you couldn’t help but gasp quietly. You had no clue if he was talking about you or Heather, and you considered turning back and changing into your comfy clothes, but you persuaded yourself out of it. 

You hurried into the kitchen and scribbled the words ‘come to the pool’ on a post-it before hastily sticking it to his door. You then stepped outside and over to the pool, sitting down on one of the new pool chairs Sandy ordered.

A few minutes later, you heard the glass door slide open followed by the sound of quiet footsteps. Jim peeked his head out the side of the house, his eyes widening slightly when he saw you. “Y/N?” he voiced, stepping over to you.

You pushed yourself to your feet and smiled nervously, fiddling with the hem of the dress. “Hi,” you hummed awkwardly.

“Wh-what are you doing? What are you wearing?”

Immediately the smile fell from your face. “Oh god, I knew this would happen. You-you hate it, don’t you.” You wiped your sweaty hands on the front of the dress and sucked in a deep breath, tears welling in your eyes. “You know what, just-just forget this ever happened. I’ll just go get chang-”

“Y/N.” You stopped and looked up at him. “I love it. You look... You look gorgeous.”

You smiled softly. “Really?”

“Yes! Why didn’t you dress like this sooner?”

You shrugged shyly and he wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought about it.” You tilted your head in confusion and he continued. “I love you. I really do. And-and I’m not high or drunk or crazy. I’m telling the truth.” He reached his free hand up to cup your face. “I love you.”

Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips to yours. All of the breath left your lungs and you kissed him back fervently, your fingers moving to tangle in his hair. You pulled away a moment later to catch your breath, staring into his eyes as you gasped for air. “Oh my god,” you whispered, a light laugh slipping from your lips. “That’s what I’ve been missing for the past 17 years?”

He laughed and slowly inched his arm lower until it hooked under your thigh, prompting you to wrap a leg around his waist. “Now, as much as I love that dress on you, I’d love to see what’s underneath even more.”

You smirked but sighed. “But... What if your mom catches us?” You gulped softly and looked down. “I feel like...”

He slid a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to lock eyes with him. “She won’t catch us if we’re quiet.” His lips brushed against yours for a moment. “Now, what do you feel like?”

“I feel like a shitty person.”

“Why?”

“Be-Because you’re still with Heather. I feel like I’m just some... mistress. Some fling before you go back to her.”

“Y/N, that’s ridiculous. Why would you think that?”

“Because I can’t help but think of the worst possible thing to happen. I’m a cynic, Jim. I...” You sniffled and reluctantly pulled away from him. “I’m not what you want.”

“Jesus Christ.” He shook his head and turned on his heel, running his hands through his hair with a frustrated grunt. “Are you really this stubborn and oblivious?”

“What?” He just shook his head and stomped off, leaving you all alone. Tears welled in your eyes and you covered your mouth to muffle a sob. “Fuck!”

You slammed your hand against the wall and let out a strangled scream, tears spilling down your face. You glanced over at the pool and chewed on your lower lip. Hesitantly, you slipped off your shoes before trudging over to the stairs of the pool, your heart racing in your chest.

“I’ll sink or swim,” you whispered to yourself, lowering yourself down onto the first step. “Fuck it. Fuck all of it.” You held your breath and jumped in fully, pushing yourself off of the step and through the water. Your eyes stung and after only a few moments, you had to resurface to catch your breath. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Medina shouted, running over to the water.

“Testing the odds.” Your teeth began to chatter slightly due to the chilly air.

“Are you ridiculous? You’re terrified of water! You-You...” She examined your face and took note of the smeared lipstick. “So something did happen.”

“Something did happen, yes. But then I fucked it up like I always do. So now I’m trying to see how hard it is to drown myself.” You smiled sarcastically and peeled your dress off, throwing it onto the concrete. “Fuck everything. Fuck my life. Fuck me.” You chuckled and shook your head, tears beginning to stream down your face once again. “Fuck me! Fuck! Me!”

She squatted down and picked up your dress, draping it over a chair to let it dry. “Are you okay?”

“No I’m not fucking okay! I fuck up anything that could be remotely good in my life and I am tired of suffering! I’m tired of all these fucking consequences!” You wiped at your eyes and sniffled, staring at your bra and panties through the water. “I’m so tired, ‘dina.”

“I know, Y/N.”

“I’m a fuck-up.”

She sighed softly and offered you a weak smile. “We all are. That’s why we’re best friends.”

You chuckled softly and dunked your head back under the water, trying to wash away the remaining smeared makeup. You popped back up and immediately your body became paralyzed, realization dawning on you finally. “Medina.”

“Yeah?”

“I...I need help getting out before I die of a mix of hypothermia and extreme anxiety.”

She immediately sprung to her feet and led you over to the stairs, taking your hand as you slowly exited the water, falling on your butt onto the dry concrete immediately. “Better?”

You just nodded and gulped, pulling your knees to your chest. “I love you, Medina.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Even during your mental breakdowns.”

[shenevertricks1831]

do you take requests? or write for david madson or jim mason? ♥️

Yes! I will 100% take requests for them! I've only seen Versace once, so I'm rewatching it, but once I'm done with it again I will definitely write for David! I will take requests for him in advance though 😊

[warriormech]

A few amused thoughts on Downton Abbey: A new Era

Small spoilers below. Not detailed, just tidbits.

The funniest installment yet, by far. Zingers and one liners abound; I've cackled a lot. Especially Maggie Smith.

Not only do we get Jim Carter and Imelda Staunton in few scenes, one involves a shopkeep accidentally calling Maude 'his wife' 🤣

Carson and Mary hugs ☺️

The Carsons reading in bed. Old boobies. Plus the Parkers, Baxley and Mrs Patmore/Mr Mason. My heart!

Mary helping Elsie literally get rid of her husband. Founnd Mary to have finally matured.

Elsie and Thomas (and later, Mary) having one of the most open, and best, conversations about his sexuality.

Emotion bursting out of Robert like the thing in 'Alien'

The last scenes (if you know, you know)... can we talk about how they had the ENTIRE cast for those shots?! I want the behind the scenes for that!

Chelsie shippers: we now know the old Butlers name! Please adjust fan fics accordingly.

Matthew and Sybil are definitely not forgotten ❤

I felt like there was a hefty bit of fan service here. Or somebody who reads fan fic slipped JF some notes. All our downstairs crew are paired up.

Honestly Kevin Doyle is a gem. And Molesley has a wild imagination.

Enjoyed it more than the first movie, but they are quite different movies. 8/10

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Masterlist

Michael Langdon

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/178870553234/my-first-fan-fiction-on-here-hope-you-guys-enjoy

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179326744399/the-chosen-one-pt-2-michael-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179576839014/it-hasnt-been-long-since-you-and-michael-langdon

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179363007939/warning-smut-an-based-around-the-song-sexual

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179264342334/aun-weor-sexual-strength-light-michael-x

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179264450654/aun-weor-sexual-strength-light-michael-x

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179212502449/an-the-inspiration-behind-this-fic-is-the-song

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180291379444/sound-of-silence-michael-rubber-suit-auscience

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180291575174/sound-of-silence-michael-rubber-suit-auscience

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180052797724/tear-you-apart-michael-x-reader-pt-1

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180052929454/tear-you-apart-michael-x-reader-pt-2

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182955185824/an-a-request-for-an-anon-for-michael-worships

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182951764764/an-a-request-from-one-of-my-anons-about-michael

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182795611824/erotic-miscellany-michael-x-reader-oneshot

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183257239664/an-this-is-sojourn-era-michael-he-and-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183211919369/an-honestly-all-i-can-say-is-i-wrecked-myself

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183143639754/fire-meets-fate-michael-langdon-pt-1

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183156916099/fire-meets-fate-pt-2-michael-langdon-fic

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182162243259/there-was-a-gravity-that-pulled-them-together

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182828598504/secluded-seduction-michael-langdon-x-sister-mary

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/182828841849/secluded-seduction-michael-langdon-x-sister-mary

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183303870069/i-am-not-living-i-am-surviving-hug-me-michael-x

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183332360149/addicted-michael-langdon-rock-star-au-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183344752049/an-ok-so-i-decided-to-volunteer-to-write-a-fic

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183899072264/you-are-michaels-partnerone

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183980615564/warning-depression-suicidal-thoughts-self

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/184118065029/an-got-into-a-conversation-last-night-with-a

https://my.w.tt/QZk5pjSFRU

https://my.w.tt/LUXTsZTFRU

Duncan Shepherd

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179741689174/blue-velvet-pt-2-reader-x-duncan-shepherd

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179779436874/requested-by-ophelialondon-blue-velvet-pt

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179763481889/submissive-for-a-night-duncan-shepherd-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183768100974/dedicating-to-langdonsinferno-for-our-mutual-love

Jim Mason

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/179814869114/an-jim-mason-x-reader-are-about-25-out-of-college

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183838675814/an-took-a-shot-at-a-dark-jim-fic-so-hope-i-did

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183469698594/an-not-long-ago-seen-an-ask-on

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183472403089/michael-langdon-appreciation-yn-couldnt-look

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183479004609/jim-laid-a-hand-on-her-thigh-out-sight-and

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183539333259/michael-langdon-appreciation-yn-still-wasnt-a

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183558867104/michael-langdon-appreciation-yn-figured-it

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183663241384/forget-me-not-jim-mason-x-reader-50-first-dates-au

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183689035144/forget-me-not-jim-mason-x-reader-50-first-dates-au

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183713791724/warning-serious-angst-note-this-is-not-the-final

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183759677024/michael-langdon-appreciation-there-was-this

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183806237119/michael-langdon-appreciation-after-the-chaos-of

https://my.w.tt/WsVOQOVFRU

Drabbles/Blurbs

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180497870379/loving-michael-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180229845324/marked-by-the-beast-michael-x-reader

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/180218704049/you-light-up-my-life-david-x-andrew-au

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/181891288354/can-you-do-a-drabble-where-michael-and-yn-are

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/181857333564/michael-langdonkai-anderson-drabble

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/181671358724/michael-knife-play-fic-pleeaseee

Headcanons

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183854883709/hc-for-blood-rituals-with-michael

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183860407779/annoying-baby-brother-michael-langdon-to-older

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183862102554/can-you-do-headcanons-about-how-michael-would-be

http://xlangdons-evilbabygirlx.tumblr.com/post/183867741414/michael-as-a-professional-chef

[taehyungsgrowl]

thinking abt that ask u once got abt outpost! michael finding out he's interviewing a little kid and. i'm not w e l l. my heart is swelling just from imagining the scene,,, ma'am, no pressure, but if u would be so kind as to give us even a short blurb abt it 🥺❤

hey 🥺 

i loved that concept too omg ty @ anon who had originally sent the ask!

i just used the name Noah for the little boy bc i looked up “boy names” and it was #2 (plus i like the biblical theme) so yeehaw

tw: this is a little angsty @ times. talks about the child having a bit of an unstable and rocky childhood that makes michael 🥺

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Michael didn’t really care to know how the people in his outpost got there. He could assume were people who bought their way in - the wealthy that made generous contributions to The Cooperative. 

He waited behind the mahogany desk in his dim-lit office, waiting for the residents to trickle in for his interviews. He had to admit, this was the most entertainment he has had since the bombs struck. 

Messing with the likes of Coco St. Pierre or her stylist fueled him. Making them believe that they actually had a shot of salvation - making them believe they were special? He could laugh. 

He opened the file for the next resident. 

Odd... he thought. Normally the Cooperative did an excellent job of providing him with as many details on the lives of the residents, but this file was different. 

There was no photo attached, no age or description. Just a name stamped in red ink like the others. The inside of his file had the name of an elementary school along with various families and addresses. At the very bottom of the page, the department of social services was listed. 

It was common for the files to have information on the residents' childhoods, but this file had nothing beyond his younger years. No parents listed. No information on how he was admitted. Nothing he could use. 

This kept Michael intrigued. Who was this mystery man?

He heard the door timidly open. Michael didn’t look up from his paperwork - feigning to be uninterested. 

The door shut and he heard small footsteps approach. Was it a Grey that had mistaken her interview time? Michael looked up to reprimand her, but the words caught in his throat.

This was no Grey. And certainly not a man.

But a child. He couldn't have been older than ten. The clothes Venable had put on him were far too large for his small frame. He had ashy brown curls that framed his chubby cheeks and sad green eyes. 

He stood near Michael’s desk, looking down at the ground. 

“Are you Noah?” Michael was surprised at how soft his voice came out. 

“Yes, sir.” the child kept his eyes down. His heart was racing. He was scared. 

As much as he hated the Outpost, this was the first time in his life he’d been able to stay in one place for longer than a few months. Before the dropping of the bombs, he had bounced around from foster home to foster home - a permanent ward of the state. 

The cubes were gross, but there were constant. The other residents and greys kept an eye out for him. Gallant would trim his hair every few weeks and Mallory would do her best to pin his clothes with what little she could find. 

Secretly, Venable’s right hand, Mead, would even check on the boy before bedtime. He strangely reminded her of a familiar feeling she wished she could remember. 

It had taken the end of the world for this boy to in some twisted fate, find a family of sorts. 

He’d heard the whispers about Langdon’s visit. He worried Langdon would toss him out much like other fosters had. 

Michael cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. 

A child?

“Take a seat.” the boy did, letting his feet dangle off the chair. “How old are you?” 

“I’m eight, but we don’t have birthdays here.” he looked up at Michael for the first time. 

Michael grimaced. His heart felt like it was being grasped in a tight fist, almost making it hard to breathe. There was a knot in his throat that he pushed through. He’d just met Noah, but he saw so much of himself in the young boy. 

Scared and with nothing but a sliver of a family - if either of them could even call what they had that. 

“I never had much of a birthday either,” Michael answered out loud without meaning too. He saw the boys face drop. 

“Are you gonna hurt me?” he tugged at his too large sleeves, a tear forming in his eyes. 

Michael shook his head no, slowly getting up from his chair. He kneeled in front of Noah, getting eye level to make him more comfortable. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he reassured him, patting his knee. 

“Do you know how you got here?” Michael’s mind flashed with the boys' memories - his mom not being able to care for him leading to years of toxic and unstable relationships for him. 

“I don’t wanna get in trouble,” he whispered. 

“No one will get you in trouble,” Michael promised. “Not as long as I’m here.”

“I ran away,” he looked at Michael, “I only remember being in a cage next to Emily and Timmy,” he sniffled. 

Michael nodded. 

“What is something that you want, Noah?” Michael stood back up.

He shrugged, his gaze back on the floor, “I don’t know,”

“Are you scared of me?” 

Noah took one long look at Michael, really thinking before he answered. 

“No, sir.” the boy shook his head. 

Michael ruffled the boy's hair a little. “I’d like for us to be friends, Noah. Would you like that?”

He hesitated, unsure if Michael meant it. Michael walked to his suitcase and opened up the zipper. He dug through it silently until he found what he was looking for. 

He pulled out a brown horse toy. One from his childhood room. He was never able to fully part with bits of his childhood. 

“This is for you.” he handed him the toy, watching his face light up. 

“Ms. Venable said there were no more toys!” 

Michael chuckled, “Well, there aren’t a lot, but this one right here? It’s special and I want you to take care of it. Can you do that?”

“Yes!” he beamed. 

“Good,” Michael sighed. He glanced at the clock. “It’s late. You should go to bed. But I’ll visit with you tomorrow, alright?”

“Yes, Mr. Langdon.”

Michael scrunched his nose at the name and sent him off to bed. 

The look on the boy’s face when he walked in reminded Michael of his interview with a detective many years ago. It made his stomach turn. 

The apocalypse was about new beginnings after all. Why couldn't he start by giving this young boy a fresh one? 

--

its been a lil bit since i’ve written something + i decided to try something that isn't really michael x reader so i wanted to tag a few blogs that might be interested in this 🥺👉👈

lmk what you think or if you’d like to expand on Michael and Noah concepts.

@xavierplympton @lvngdvns @langdonswhoreprobably @desertsunflower00 @sadhoecentral @getdevils @moonanonwriting @rpwithjayn @chloewinchester13 @shyvirgoanon @littledemondani @little-grunge-flowerz @ritualmichael @wroteclassicaly @shenevertricks1831 @duncansshephard @midnightontheearth @leatherduncan @xavierplym

[hecohansen31]

hi can you do a request of jim with some spitting and degrading!? xoxoxox

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So I hope this doesn’t suck, since it is a bit short and “degrading”/”spitting” aren’t something I am used to write, but it was a fun way to try them out with my sweet sweet boy, over here!

Still I hope that you won’t hate me for the shortness of it, I just didn’t want to destroy it past this, because I don’t know how much dom! Jim I can handle, he is just my sweet boy!

But if you have any complain about it, let me know and I’ll try to work on something better and also sorry for taking so much time!

Also since this is pro! biker Jim, here are some lovelies that might enjoy it: @emmyrosee​ @blakewaterxx​ @rosegoldrichie​ @sojournmichael​

WARNINGS: Dom-Sub, Mention of an Almost Death-Situation, Degradation, Spitting, Mention of Sex and Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Angry! Jim.

It had been your fault if the engine had exploded.

You should have done the proper controls before you started working on it, but you hadn’t wanted wait a second longer with the expensive and vintage engine, on which you had been lusting to work since the moment you had been notified it would come that day.

But what you hadn’t expected was that because of some problem with the transport the engine was unstable and although the explosion had been rather contained, meaning it “solely” set on fire anything that was flammable in your garage, where you worked your own things, and even some of your skin.

You had been lucky according to the doctor at the hospital.

There was no permanent damage, although he had had to wrap up your left arm and suggested to be pretty careful with it to avoid any infection, but you would be able to work onto more engines, soon.

‘With much more attention!’ he suggested, making you smirk.

Who didn’t smirk was Jim, who had come rushing from the set of some commercial he was making, meanwhile the racing season was on vacation, since his sponsors had suggested he also started to be more active on the commercial side of races.

It was rather obvious he had been worried: you could only think what he had been told ‘your girlfriend has just got an explosion in her garage, and if you want to take a good look you’ll see that the entire thing had fucking caught fire and we had to rush your partner to the hospital’.

The situation didn’t seem lighthearted surely and you understood his worry, but what you didn’t expect was his rage, which you felt flooding through his body as he helped you out of the hospital, after the doctor discharged you, giving some medicine to sanitize the wound.

And as you rushed to the car, you tried to make some kind of small talk with him, mostly to ask how the commercial had gone and how it had felt to do it, but Jim’s answers where monosyllabic and you knew that deep down he was pissed and he was sparing you the entity of it, just because you were hurt and shocked.

But you know that he was more likely a time-bomb and, although you tried to keep calm and the situation light so he wouldn’t explode or implode, Jimmy barely talked to you and you thought the best decision was to let him boil off the anger, meanwhile you relaxed, tiredness about the entire day rushing through you.

You woke up the following morning and found out Jim hadn’t joined you in bed, last night, something that honestly startled you a bit, alongside making you feel cold in your bed, all alone and wondering what you could do to ease a bit of Jimmy’s explosive anger.

Fights weren’t common between you two, although you would both tease you endlessly, but whenever they happened they were blown-out fights that left scars on you both, mostly because you knew exactly where to attack the other.

Sometimes it took time to fall back together, but your coldness towards the other never lasted and that consoled you a bit and made you move away from the bed, so you could both eat, since your stomach was grumbling pathetically…

… and also face Jimmy, had he felt like you were worthy of his magnificent presence.

The kitchen was already full of delicious smells, with Jimmy working around it and not giving you a simple glance as you walked in, and you knew it wasn’t because he was busy with all his things to get ready.

He was purposely ignoring you.

Well, two could play this game.

You yawned, stretching your body mindful of the gauze on your left arm, but letting your pajama top raise up a bit to show a little line of skin, teasing lightly Jim, who didn’t need much to be revved up as your bikes.

You then proceeded to seat yourself onto the nearest chair in the kitchen counter so that you were the nearest you could be to Jimmy, watching with attention all that was going on, something that never failed to make Jim blush, even in that case.

You then started to work through the gauze to change it, noticing that the sanitizing ointment was still on the table and swiftly dabbing a it on your palm to clean the burn, but before you could start even pressing it against your wound, Jimmy took your hand away and, squeezed some ointment onto his hand and pressed it gently against your skin, getting a soft moan of pain.

There he spoke the first word he had uttered to you in those two days.

‘Sorry’ barely a whisper, but you caught it, and attached yourself onto it.

“Oh, apparently you can talk” you mumbled sarcastically, meanwhile you looked at Jim’s careful movements as he tried his best not to hurt you and avoid your eyes “… I thought the cat got your tongue”:

“I thought you had fucking died in the explosion” shock coursed through you at those words.

You had been scared thoroughly for your life when the explosion happened, but you hadn’t expected Jimmy to be the same.

“… my manager called me aside as we finished the shooting and said that there had been an explosion at your house, and that you were inside it” although his movements were firm, his words weren’t, becoming soon too rushed and almost stuttered “… I fucking rushed to the hospital, since you wouldn’t pick up your phone and I honestly thought…”.

He had thought you were dead.

You gently waited for him to cover the wound with the gauze before you finally brought him in a soft hug, feeling him still against you, before he slowly relaxed and you gently kissed his eyelids to comfort him.

“… they didn’t want to let me in, because you were in surgery and I…” he continued shaking against you and you held him tighter, meanwhile he hid his eyes from you, mostly because they were glossy with tears “… I just was scared”.

“Jimmy” you mumbled softly, pushing him against you, but he pushed back, retreating from the hugs and you felt something different in his eyes.

Although you tended to be far more dominant in your relationship than him, it wasn’t uncommon for him to try to turn the table back to you and be the dominant one.

It didn’t happen many times, but whenever it did, Jim used it as a way to cope and vent.

“Do you feel like you can take a bit of a rougher time?” he asked, almost shyly, meanwhile his eyes added your discarded figure, due to the sleep “… if you can’t, I…”.

Although you knew that this wasn’t a proper solution, it got Jim to speak to you, alongside the fact that your core was already swollen with arousal, wondering what Jim meant with “rougher time”, since he usually kept himself on a more “soft dom” level.

“You know all too well that I trust you, Jim” and as you moved to kiss him softly, he pushed you away, making you question at him, and on his face a rather evil smirk appeared, and a thrill of wonder made you shiver in your seat, meanwhile Jim pushed himself further away from you, as your body reached out for me.

“You think that you deserve me, babygirl?” he mumbled, meanwhile he kept on looking at you as if you mattered nothing, and with some kind of deep anger rooted in him “…after everything that had happened?”.

“What did I do wrong?” you asked shily, meanwhile you fidgeted with your hands, playing in the role, as you tried to take a more relaxed stance, knowing that it was no use to be wound up so tight in these cases.

It would just worsen the punishment.

“You are such a dumb baby that you don’t even know why daddy is angry with you” he cooed you, moving just a bit closer to you, meanwhile your entire body was unable to stop another tremble, your molten core becoming wet and shiny, already feeling the fabric under you dampening.

“… but daddy, I…”.

He gripped tight your chin and brought you closer to him, his beautiful light blue eyes being extremely tempestuous, lightly grey on the border and with an intensity that got you to melt under him.

“… you don’t speak back to daddy, understood?” he intensified the grip on your chin, almost to the point it was painful, but you didn’t mind it too much thought, instead grabbing one of his hand and caressing it with an adoring look on your face.

You loved Jim whether he was your sweet sub, whether he was your beloved dom.

“… understood, daddy” you mumbled, and defeating his order immediately you pushed yourself to gently kiss his lips and although he indulged you, he bit onto your bottom lips, in a rather painful move that got you back from your softness.

But worst of all, he had this icy look in his eyes, definitely annoyed with you for breaking so thoroughly his rules, and he had to reinforce his dominance over you.

“Open your mouth, little brat” this time you obeyed immediately, and he smirked at the prompt way you opened your glossy mouth due to the kiss, and he moved closer and you almost thought it was another kiss, that it would be such…

… but non happened…

Jim spit in your mouth.

The loud sound of it definitely vulgar in the silence of your kitchen and surprised you enough that you kept it balanced on your tongue, feeling the stranger and alien taste but you didn’t retreat your tongue, showing it to Jim, alongside your obedience towards him.

“… hold it for me, dumb baby, can you fucking do it?” he mumbled, meanwhile he looked at you in the eyes, making the humiliation even worse for you “… I tell you one order and if you can do that, I’ll fuck you good like the little whore you are…”.

And you held it, till Jim allowed you to swallow it, making you show you tongue to prove if you had complied what he had asked you to do.

And then he gently grappled a hand around your neck, looking at you lovingly.

And you knew it that you were in for a rather long night.

“Now let’s see if you can fucking do the same thing around my cock”.

You should risk your life more often.

[chloelucia13]

Cody Fern Characters Masterlist (Discontinued)

✴ = angst︱❁ = fluff︱✿ = smut︱✂ = trigger warning (listed in warnings)

Michael Langdon

The Love you Need ❁ 

Xavier Plympton

Come Back to Me ✴ ❁ 

Being a Ghost With Xavier Headcanons ✴ ❁ ✂

Jim Mason

All That I Want  ❁ 

Series

World Alone: Jim Mason x Reader

-Part 1 ✴ ❁ ✂

Jim x Duncan x Michael x Reader 

Series

Three Men and a Baby: Jim x Michael x Duncan x Reader (not poly)

-Part 1 ✴ ❁ ✂

-Part 2 ✴ ❁ ✿

[van-ta-c]

SO... I think its time I did some Cody characters fics. Bare with me because its been a million years since I did this last, as I have been rping. 

If its shit I can always delete it right? Ok well here goes nothing. 

Welp... I’m nervous

[rampantmuses]

If You Want My Opinion, Which I’m Sure You Didn’t...

I’m 34 years young. I started on Tumblr well over five years ago. With that being said, I’d like to impart the following knowledge to the newest fandom I’m involved with involving the work of actor Cody Fern, knowing for playing the Antichrist Michael Langdon in AHS: Apocalypse, Duncan Shepherd in House of Cards, Jim Mason in the Tribes of Palos Verdes, as well as David Madson in The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story.

Know that my words come from a place of love....and a crap tonne of experience in various fandoms. If you’d like a resume of my fandoms, just know I’ve survived fandom bollocks/nannies in the Cumberbatch, Hiddleston, and Seb Stan fandoms and I’m still here. I speak from experience. I’m not here to gatekeep...what I am here to do is share what I have seen and what can divide.

Don’t Be That Fan...

You don’t get brownie points for being a fandom nanny. The fandoms I’ve dealt with? None of the fans I ever dealt with or am still friends with liked the resident fandom nanny. If they did like them, they were usually sycophantic people who agreed with every word that came out of the nanny’s “mouth”. Why aren’t they liked? One good reason: they suck the life out of the tags. They act like their defence of whichever actor is so groundbreaking and helpful. Some have even gone so far to act like they’ve got a special connect with that actor (which is kinda disrespectful to the boundary between artist and fan...don’t do that either, know your role and know your boundaries). All that seems to accomplish is the fandom equivalent of a dog peeing on a tree. That’s not cute. The actor your defending the “honour” of can more than likely fend for themselves. They don’t need you to do it for them. Slow your roll.

Regarding Fan Fiction...

People will always have opinions about fan fiction. If you enjoy it: read it, share it, give feed back or constructive criticism. Help an author out if you can. Be supportive as best you can as it’s a medium that’s actually a craptonne of work at which people like to sneer.

If you don’t, I don’t know what to tell you. You may want to keep it from existing. However, it’s a public page, and until someone decides to remove fan fic from Tumblr, It may be best to ignore or block these blogs. Best motto is to live and let live.

If you’re in a prudish mode about erotic fan fic you may find in the tags? That’s all you. Self respect and sexual confidence are not mutually exclusive concepts that never meet. That’s an erroneous construct someone fed you and you ate it wholesale. They are a Venn Diagram that is a complete circle. If you have an issue with erotica in fan fic, again...block or ignore the blog. You never have to subject yourself to something if you choose not to seek it out.

Share and Share Alike? Back It Up...

If you have an opinion, share away. Don’t be surprised if someone calls you out. Just be prepared to back yourself up with facts. And by facts, I mean actual facts, not just more of your opinions. Opinion isn’t enough anymore, no matter how persuasive it is. Name calling nullifies your argument and makes you look like a child. Be better than that. Discussion will always lead to a better result than an online screaming match.

Golden Rule...Don’t Be a Bellend

Just...don’t be a dick. Life is chaos. Be kind. You’ll bring in more people with kindness that with prickish behaviour. I’ve made amazing friends through this site. I would like to think that we’d love to be that person made that impact on someone else. A new fan is looking for someone to share their enthusiasm with. Why not geek out with them?

If you’re doing good things, continue to do good. If you’re reading this and getting mad, chances are you’re throwing up walls instead of setting up a longer table for the fandom family to grow. At the end of the day, we’re all fans of an amazing person whose work we enjoy. Why be elusive and exclusive?

[hecohansen31]

KINKTOBER (14: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism)

Construction Worker! Jim Mason+Fem! Reader

Based onto @langdvn‘s list of prompts!

SUMMARY: You and Jim had been playing a dangerous cat and mouse game, and you decide to do the move that will bring you to your own victory.

WARNINGS: Exhibitionism/Voyreurism, Female Masturbation, Use of Massage Oil (please don’t repeat this at home, unless it is explicitly told that it can be used also on the inside).

You had noticed Jim since the first moment you had spotted the construction workers working outside of your apartment complex: he was nice and much younger than his fellow colleagues, maybe a year or two older than you, but nothing too much.

He was in the crew that was helping with the work on the façade of your apartment complex, because due to old age and some recent problem it had proved to be dangerous to let it go with no works.

Hence the swam of construction workers, all around the complex.

But you had eyes only for Jim, and he felt the same for you, since he would constantly tease, although you had never spoken: he would flex his muscles, raising some pretty heavy material, meanwhile he was either shirtless or the shirt he wore was soaked and transparent due to sweat.

Something that truly brought you to be left there with your mouth open.

And you had immediately shot back your reply, walking in front of him in a too tight skirt, which became even shorter as you leaned down to reach a fallen earring.

What a clumsy thing you were.

Or when you would walk past him with your heels and a malicious smile on your face, smirking at him.

It was a damned cat and mouse game, which neither of you wanted to lose.

It was obvious you liked each other, but neither of you wanted to be the one who did the first move and you were brought to resort to extreme measures.

You had noticed that the workers had created a scaffolding right next to your bathroom window and usually you hid yourself with curtains and avoided the bath when they worked in the morning, but that morning you couldn’t help but want a long, hot shower.

And you knew that also Jim would have enjoyed it.

You started with manual things, such as cleaning your face and brushing your teeth, normal things you could do with workers outside of your window, and you waited till Jim was alone, carrying and taking care of some tubes.

You slowly lifted your pajama top, revealing the little white vest you had under it, your nipples standing against the whiteness, and you softly tweaked them to make them blossom in pebbles.

You repeated the action gently for a few minutes, till you could see the outline of them against the fabric, and you knew that Jim could also see it.

Then you quickly pushed your pajama pants down, kicking them unceremoniously, making it seem like you hadn’t noticed about the window.

You jumped a bit on your feet, knowing perfectly that it got to show even better your butt, barely contained by the sinful panties you had chosen: a dark shade of reddish pink with a cotton front and a lacey back.

They rubbed deliciously against your core, during the night and you could already see a darker spot on the lower part of the panties.

You then moved out of the vest: finally revealing your chest but you didn’t give it too much thought, immediately palming your breast as one would do if he was alone, softly playing with them, drawing patterns on them, till you reached your sensitive nipple and there you scratched it lightly with you nail, just a minimum pressure but it got you to hiss in pleasure.

You were definitely soaked by the time your hands rushed to your clothed core.

You teased yourself over the panties, bringing the soft lacey designs over your holes, stimulating them, and then bringing your hand directly to the source of your wetness: you simply teased yourself and Jimmy and when you had had enough, with a moan you detached your hand from your most sacred parts and softly enveloped the finger that had teased and collected wetness into your mouth.

Quite the show you put, closing your mouth and pushing up the angle of your mouth as if you were thoroughly enjoying it, and from the side-eye glance also Jim was.

But the show wasn’t going to end there.

You were just going to get started.

And you needed a shower, didn’t you?

You turned around, giving Jim a view of your barely clothed ass, and then slowly pulled your panties down, giving Jim a perfect view of your backside, but you didn’t take a single minute to waste looking at his reaction and swiftly jumped in the shower.

Your shower walls were made of some rough glass which hid your figure but still outlined it, so you knew that Jim would know perfectly what you would be doing in the shower.

The way you sprouted shampoo onto your hand, meanwhile you crouched down, and caressed your hair gently.

The way you passed the body soap onto each zone of your body, not forgetting the most erotic one, the hot water and your hands bringing loud moans to escape your mouth.

And finally… the way you pushed the showerhead between your legs, teasing your pearl with it, and making you almost fall onto your suddenly shaky legs, overstimulation and hurt quickly becoming pleasure meanwhile you pushed an hand between your breasts, to grab onto one, pushing and pulling onto the nipple.

You did this for a few minutes, playing with angles, temperatures and different sprays of water onto your most sensitive body part and each time you found yourself shaking with pleasure.

But you denied yourself an orgasm, starving yourself of it, and exiting the shower, barely covering your body with a fluffy towel and seeing Jim still standing there, an hand onto the bulge forming in his pants, and you simply smirked, your lips a bit swollen for the warm shower, and hide yourself in the towel you used to dry your hair a bit.

And then you let the towel fall to the ground, gently leaning down to retrieve some oil for the skin.

And effectively showing your reddish and puff fold and your stretched holes, gaping for pleasure.

The oil, you had read, could be used also for internal use and although you had never really tried it for that, you couldn’t see a better chance than this.

You pushed a generous amount onto your hand and gently pushed it onto your body, starting from your arms, raising them and making your breast bounce slightly, meanwhile you moved from one side to the other, and then moved onto your legs, propping a legs onto the sink to stretch it better and reach any point, with particular attention to your thighs.

And with a slight and teasing attempt you gently brushed against your sacred area, immediately moving up, your stomach, your breasts, with particular attention to your reddish and hard nipples, and then gently held your neck in your hands, falling back onto your shoulder.

And finally, you met again your soft puff, pushing your hand down to meet the other down there.

The oil helped, although you were already wet, but it made some pretty squelching sounds that brought you to feel like even Jim could hear them, helping you with the thrust of your fingers, making you take more, more easily, meanwhile your thumb brushed gently your clit, spreading slicky from it, and collecting.

You were right on the edge, soon, the edging working in your favor towards a mind-blowing orgasm.

And there, on the edge, you turned towards the window and there you came onto your hand looking Jim in the eyes, completely enraptured in you.

You came with your mouth open, silently screaming in your eyes.

You rode the orgasm till your legs were shake and your clit was too sensitive to tolerate any others brushes, and there you exited yourself, took a deep breath, still looking at a surprised and amazed Jim and as soon as you had regained some kind of composure, you smirked.

And turned, just grabbing your towel, not using it to cover yourself but just to bring it as a trail which emphasized your figure and shifted the attention from your legs.

You went to your room to finish getting ready, dabbing the excessive oil with the towel simply putting on clothes before you went again to the bathroom, to collect the rest of the clothes you had discarded, hoping to catch Jim so that you could tell him to quit playing this game.

You couldn’t help but be disappointed because he wasn’t there.

But a little note hanged against the window and you quickly collected it, and there written in an atrocious calligraphy, there was a message for you:

“Nice show, beautiful, but next time what about I show you mine? What about, tomorrow, after I finish working?”.

You put the note back into its place simply adding “it is a date”.

Maybe you had more in common than you had thought.

---

Since I know that this is low key out of my range-zone, let me knw how it went, what you thought of it and if I did well or not!

I am always open for feedback and new ideas!

Much love, lovelies!

@emmyrosee @blakewaterxx @lovelylangdonx @1-800-bitchcraft @rocketgirl2410 @ladynuwanda @rosegoldrichie @lathraios @frenchbread4ever @bish-ima-clown @eternalnostalgia @ itssuperofthenaturalvariety @ mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @ raindeadbarbie @whitetigerlover17 @harmcn @lilwolfgirl86 @ whiteliliesandayellowrose @photography-ygs @bvbfob @courtcourt2607 @ born-of-the-sea @pearlsofperyl @ali-1864 @trilogyss @ daddy-hargrove-83 @otps-4-life @christine-daae-songbird

[hecohansen31]

Angel

Jim Mason+Influencer! Reader:

(A/N): Hello lovelies!

I am very happy to have you back in this last episode of this miniseries, which I really hope you’ll like, alongside, again, if you have more ideas and want to send asks about this verses... I AM READY FOR IT, BRING IT ON BITCHES!

Also... I have said that this fic might be a bit self-indulgent and it is because, although I am not an influencer of any kind, I am very active on my social medias (mostly instagram, if you want to follow me or anything, and we are mutuals, just DM me) and this July I ended up hitting a very bad kind of exhaustion from that platform.

I honestly ended up feeling extremely shitty, alongside discovering many fake people who were around me, and for this reason I am happy that I managed to get here on tumblr (although there are some fake people on here, but like I don’t have to interact with them).

So, although the cyberbullying part of the story is only fictional, the exhaustion that took over reader, ended up being a reality for me, a bit ago, and although I am all better (better than before), I just wanted to remind you to take healthy pauses from social medias.

Also please don’t shame people who work on them, alongside use them as an outlet for anxiet and stress (like me).

I really hope you won’t judge me too badly, after this...

Also I’ll just remind you to show some love, if you like this, with hearts, reblogs (possibly saying something) and if you have anything to say about these, my DMs and asks are always open!

Much love!

SUMMARY: Jim Mason takes care of his social media exhausted girlfriend.

WORDS: 1,7 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Cyberbulling And Exhaustion from Social Medias (I WASN’T CYBERBULLIED, although I had my fair share of assholish comment, NOT HERE, but the cyberbullying was only fictional, whereas exhaustion is something I experienced back in July)

Jim knew of his girlfriend’s social media fame.

Although he wasn’t informed about the entire thing and how it worked, being more focused on staying in the moment and living it, he was proud of what she achieved with her photos and captions, even going as far as helping her shot a few.

He still remembered the way she smiled gently meanwhile he tried to take photos of her, meanwhile she pointed out each cheap tip she knew, starting with “shoot from a lower angle than my height, so that I might appear taller” and “make sure to take the right light”.

She might have seemed shallow to others, but whenever Jim cried his heart out in her arm, she only had the sweetest words for him, calming him down enough that they fell asleep calmly, next to each other in her simple pull-out.

She cuddled closer to him, whenever she understood he needed it and made sure to always be there, next to him, her entire attention focused on him.

He had never checked her profile, mostly because she had pleaded with him not to give it a look.

“It’s silly” she had mumbled, meanwhile she had tried to get his phone off his hands “… and embarrassing!”.

And Jim had respected her wishes, offering just his help with photos or ideas, but whenever they were together, the entire social media thought was off the rack between them, preferring a direct conversation, although sometimes she got in overload and at that time social medias were her outlet.

But sometimes they were also her damnation.

Jim had noticed the difference in his girlfriend’s mood, since the start of the week: quieter and definitely less happy, a mumble being her way to speak, if she spoke up, clearly not energetic in the slightest and definitely not focused.

His knowledge of drugs and their effects had made him think that she might have been under those, but slowly the unfocused glaze had moved from rage to sadness: one day she was moping on the beach and another she almost got into a rage-filled fight with whatever was not working.

Jimmy had tried his best to understand her, but she didn’t want to talk about it with him so he tried to stay close to her, but the bad week moved to two bad weeks and there Jim had thought about searching through her social, mostly due to the fact that she focused on them more, even neglecting herself and him a bit.

���I just need to write the last paragraph” she had mumbled, meanwhile she had refused to stop writing to sleep a bit or “I will eat after I edited this photo, I mean… I don’t need food”.

It all got Jim worried, more and more.

And then he had decided that he had only one chance to discover what was going on.

He had opened Instagram, her major social network, and then had moved to her profile, the public one (she had a private one, full of photos that made Jim’s heart jump: candid of them together, not professionally taken but… Jim loved them all the same) and had gone through it.

He had first seen that she hadn’t any stories going on, which was unusual since she did her best to try to at least show a bit of her everyday life each day.

“So, my followers don’t feel left out” she had mumbled and although Jim had thought it was a strange voyeuristic idea, he had just hugged her and called her “angel”.

“Angel” was also part of her username on Instagram, due mostly to her followers, which had started calling her “angel”, because of the intrinsic sweetness of her posts and the personality she showed on the social network.

The stories thing had been already strange, but also her follower count had diminished, nothing too bad, but he had heard his angel protest about that.

“I just can’t believe that these people unfollow me just because I don’t follow them back and you know what is worst… I have talked to them… I felt like… we were friends”.

But he had soon discovered the true reason behind his girlfriend’s sadness: the comments honestly made him angry.

The most recent ones were ruthless: “you are fat”, “kill yourself” “you are annoying”…

And they went on, although some were sweeter, clearly (Y/N)’s true fans.

He had honestly hoped it was a troll, nothing but a joke.

But those comments had been serious, since he hadn’t been able to recognize the familiar path of a troll, instead they were real people, under fake accounts or their real accounts sharing that hate.

He honestly hadn’t been able to stop himself from feeling furious now that he understood what was going on, and meanwhile he had signaled each negative comment, he had seen the stories light up, the first one of the day.

A photo with a writing on it: “guys I just wanted to let you know that I will be taking a pause, due to all the hate I have been getting, I don’t know when I will get back”.

Although the text has been intelligently written and concealed her emotion, he had clearly known she was crying meanwhile writing it.

He knew how much work she put into the social media, although it never was her job, she had started, long before meeting him, using it as a relief method from her own problem, so to be let down this way….

… it obviously hurt her.

After he had signaled enough accounts he had just tried to let the rage burn down, meanwhile he had created a plan to make his angel feel better: his first idea had been to go out, knowing that an expensive dinner and a few dances might get her distracted, but this would just push just the argument further.

So, he had just organized a home-made dinner (which meant him ordering take-out), bribing her to attend it with the promise of a lot of cuddles and a make-out session and most importantly to watch for the umpteenth times her favorite movie.

She clearly felt a bit better, when she finally walked in his house, being swept off her feet by an ecstatic Jim, who gently kissed her forehead, before he had put her down, leading her to the little kitchen of his apartment, the one his father had gotten him once he had gone out of rehab.

It was nice, although pretty small, but Jim loved it all more, and since he had met his angel it had all been better.

They had made so many memories, alongside she had helped perfecting it all.

“Ma’am, please sit down” he helped her to the dinner table, taking her jean jacket and her bag, coming back with an open bottle of wine, which he poured in their inadequate glasses, and with the first course, (Y/N)’s favorite course.

“Oh, you went all out” her smile didn’t reach her eyes, but she was indeed grateful, holding out her hand to grab his, which was kept tangled with his for the entire dinner

She talked about her day, chirping happily meanwhile she avoided carefully the social media argument and Jim didn’t pressure her, just watching her eat, in peaceful silence and only when they moved to wash the dishes he grumbled lowly:

-… sweetie, I checked your page on Instagram- he felt her grow stiff next to him -… I know that it embarrasses you, but I thought that you had been so gloomy these past weeks and I thought that your social media might have been bothering you, extremely… so I had to do something…-.

-Oh Jimmy! – she was avoiding his eyes, clearly ashamed -… I am so sorry you had to see all that… it…-.

-You are getting hate thrown your way for nothing, (Y/N)- he wanted to make sure she knew it wasn’t her fault In the slightest -…I can’t honestly fathom people doing this to you, whereas you have been nothing but an angel with them-.

-I am not sure… I mean…- a sad smile was on her face -… I am pretty sure that many people will call me a bitch with no problem…-.

-… well I am gonna fight them all, babe- he brought her closer and smacked a sound kiss on her head -… you don’t deserve this hate, believe me, I spent two hours trying to ban each asshole-.

-That is incredibly sweet, Jimmy Boy- she giggled, but a few tears shone on his eyes -… but I don’t think that it will stop the hate from spreading; that’s why I decided to take a holiday-.

Jim saw that an honest smile shone on her face and moved the rag onto its hook to hug her better, bearhugging her and gently caressing her back, gently, and shushing her cries.

-Angel of mine, I am so so sorry I was not able to know more about this- he mumbled, feeling a low protest -… I honestly thought it wasn’t that bad-.

-I didn’t even talk about it with you- she justified softly, getting a bit of distance between them to be able to watch him in the eyes -… I wanted to handle on my own, because, at first, I thought it wasn’t anything worrying, and then… I just felt like social media were a thing I needed to solve alone, my thing-.

He knew this came from all the prejudices linked with her passion for social medias: he had heard about some of her friends annoying her saying not only she was asocial, but also self-absorbed.

She hadn’t been very open about her life on them with him, also because of this, thinking that he would be making fun of her, exactly like her “friends”.

-I know that you take pride into your profile, but… you can lean onto me, I am here for you- he promised her looking at her in the eyes with extreme seriousness, before hugging her close, keeping his lips on her forehead, a comforting gesture -… I am still extremely proud of you for recognizing that you were having troubles and deciding to distance yourself from that… you are one smart angel-.

She giggled at the nickname, before freeing herself from his hug, although she still felt extremely bad, a smile shone on her face.

-Now you better get in your comfortable pajama, because this smart angel wants to watch for the umpteenth time (Y/F/F), with a lot of cuddles- and she turned around, getting a slight slap on her ass from Jim.

-… don’t forget the make-out session! -.

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Hello lovelies!

Thank you for coming this far, in my self-indulgent mumbling and thank you for sticking me all through this series, I really hope you enjoyed it, and in case some of you want to read the previous chapters, you might find them here! (Duncan) (Michael)

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K, V & W with Jim please 🥰

(A/N): Hello lovely!

Thank you for requesting this kind of fic, I honestly LOOOVEE writing for this headcanons, because it is quick and it helps me exploring new deeps of my writing which is very interesting and helpful, so again thank you and I really hope you’ll like this!

(Also i don’t think that anybody cares, but meanwhile I am publishing this, in my sitting room there is “Fifty Shades Freed” being played and I am literally dying, because I am in my room writing better smut…)-

WARNINGS; Smut (Oral Male And Female Receiving), Exhibitionism and Mommy Kink.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jim would be the type to be pretty normal in his bed plays but he doesn’t mind a few kinky things, mostly if you are into a serious relationship and are comfortable with each other.

The first thing is absolutely “mommy kink” (this is for you @sojournmichael, for reminding me about pro biker! Jim calling his mechanic “mommy”): he doesn’t regress completely, but he doesn’t mind being treated as more a baby in bed with you, calling you “mommy”, mostly if you are in a mean strike of dominance over him, it makes him feel cherished and helps him with his own mommy issues, although he tries to keep that door completely closed whenever you are together.

I also feel like he would be absolutely into exhibitionism, although nothing too risky and also only if you feel comfortable with it, for example he is all about teasing you on your night out with his fingers skimming your thighs and then dipping under your skirt (usually if you wear skirts at these things mean that you know that this would happen and are low key into it…) or he will fuck you into a not-locked room at an house party you are attending.

You know that there is some kind of risk of being caught but at the same time…when your Jimmy is making you feel so so good, you can’t protest much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is very loud, which is a bit of like… “annoying” because of your exhibitionist tendencies, but he doesn’t mind being shushed by your hands over his mouth, even when he is the one who has “control” of the situation, there is nothing hotter than being told to “shut the fuck up, Jimmy, or they’ll hear us”.

He usually retorts with “well… wait till I hit that spot and I won’t be the one worried about not being loud”, but usually it is him who makes the most of the sounds, although they are much more gruffy and rough than yours, definitely a turn on, still.

There is nothing better to get you going than him whispering “fuck” in a hoarse voice, meanwhile he is pounding into you from behind.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I honestly think that although he tends to be selfish with many things during sex (he is relatively young) he low key loves eating you out, meanwhile you are going down on him.

He can’t help but love the thought that you are pleasuring yourself with him, meanwhile you yourself are bringing him pleasure, and although penetrative sex might seem the same, he feels like it is much more intimate and a share of equal power between you two, something which he craves desperately.

He is also a boy, so usually these things turn into races to see who can make each other cum first, although he prefer the time when you go slow and edge each other lovingly, till you both have enough and eventually give up, overwhelmed by pleasure.

(I low key think that if Jimmy could choose a way to go, it would be definitely with your pussy in his face, squished by your thighs and your mouth around his cock).

[hecohansen31]

Hey Gorgeous! (Teaser):

Frat Boy! Jim Mason+Insecure! Reader.

(A/N): Hello, lovelies!

Finally we went back to our lovely surfer dumbass (who I love with all my beating heart) and this is a piece I am kind of nervous about, because I wrote it a bit ago, when I was struggling quite a bit with my self-esteem (I still am, but I am feeling a bit better).

So I am sorry if this seem very personal or anything else, but I really hope that you’ll enjoy it, and if you want to know more about please just like this post as always and you’ll be added to the tag-list of the complete fic!

If you want to be added to my tag-list for every fic I write, please shot me a DM or an ask!

WARNINGS: Body Image Issues, Insecurities and (Frat Parties, alcohol consumption and lingerie party so a bit of butts being show) Rejection (angsty but with a fluffy ending).

-Hey gorgeous! – he called out to her -… are you in or are you out? –.

And he motioned to the door she was keeping halfway open, showing her the little notebook from which he was reading, clearly studying, during a party.

She knew the torture.

-Sorry… I was…- and then it got her: he had just called her gorgeous -… did you just call me “gorgeous”? -.

She should have just closed the door after she had exited the room, leaving him alone and leaving some dignity to herself, since she honestly didn’t want to bother him, seeing his hazed glaze on the notebook.

-… yeah…- he mumbled, and she was sure that he had thought she was a weirdo -… you are probably the prettiest girl at the party-.