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dyns33 · 4 years ago

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The same team

I can't ask for her permission because she is gone, but I really love this story and so I'm sharing my fantasy inspired by it, please go read this fanfiction, even if it's Millory, because wow !

It’s a bit sad, cause I’m a bit sad lately... And yes, it’s a FIVESOME I’m crazy

The Cooperative had succeeded, it had created the perfect assassins, perfect hackers, the most irresistible seducers, the best thieves, the best mentalists, the best in everything. The last generation of special agents would normally be five members, but there had been a problem.

First, Michael was born. Majestic, proud, silent. The killer of the team, dancing with his knives and killing all his targets without ever being spotted. Then Duncan, the genius, who was in charge of preparing the missions, who found information on the enemies, who disrupted their computer system. Third, Xavier, the mole, an actor capable of seducing anyone, of winning everyone's trust, breaking into all the agencies to destroy them from the inside. Penultimate James, Jim, the chameleon. He could do what the others were doing, but less well. He didn't always seduce, he preferred to pretend to be vulnerable to not be suspected, then he listened, he stole, he killed.

The problem arose during the creation of the last member, (Y/N). The Cooperative wanted a woman, for a change. Something had gone wrong and they hadn't had a praying mantis or a fierce lion or a rabid wolf, but a puppy. A lost little girl who was crying and demanding the attention of her four elders. When it was decided to kill her, Michael, Duncan, Xavier and Jim all stood in front of her to protect her.

"We keep her !" they said at the same time.

"She's useless."

"We'll find something."

"She will disturb you in your missions, you will not be able to take her with you, you will not always be together and yet someone will have to watch her."

"Miss Mead will do it !"

Miss Mead was the robot who maintained the house when they were away. Even though she was reprogrammed to watch over (Y/N) now, she sighed when she saw the young girl, who didn't seem to like her either, sticking to the boys. She cried when they had to leave on their first mission, and although they called her almost every day, she was not happy until they came back to hug her.

Even though she wasn't "finished," that was what the Cooperative said, (Y/N) wasn't stupid. She knew she was different, that she shouldn't have been like that, and she understood very well that she was a burden on the team. Even though she couldn't help them out in the field, she didn't like knowing that she was preventing them from resting at home, with her requests for them to play with her, to hug her, to kiss her, all the time. She tried to stop but it was stronger than her, she needed them, when they didn't need her. It was not good, she hated be like that.

"Can I die ?" she asked Miss Mead one day.

"No."

"Why ?"

"The boys don't want that."

"Why ?"

"... Stop it immediately, I don't have time for your childishness."

The robot was watching her all the time, so (Y/N) couldn't hurt herself. It was only when she was with the others that Miss Mead would leave her, since they were there to take care of her, so she had an idea. The Cooperative members had everything they wanted, because even though they had been created, they weren't working for free. (Y/N) then baked cookies for the boys, and she went to Jim first.

"Jimmy, I have cookies."

"Aw, thank you princess."

"No !" she said, preventing him from taking a cookie. "It's your reward, if you accept the mission."

"I'm sad princess, I thought you wanted to give me a present. Anyway, tell me."

"I want you to kill me."

Jim was silent, stared at her, before nodding. It hurt (Y/N) a bit, who didn't think he would take it that easily, but it was what she wanted, so she let him grab her, pulling her onto his bed and... He tickled her.

"No ! Jimmy no !"

"You're going to die from laughing Princess !"

"No !"

When he was done, satisfied seeing her totally exhausted, Jim kissed her on the forehead, took a cookie which he savoured while playing his video game. First failure. Annoyed, (Y/N) took her cookies to go see Duncan. He was smarter than Jim, he would understand what she wanted.

"Oh, cookies, thank you kitten."

"I have a request."

"Ah. My heart is bleeding. Tell me."

"I want you to kill me."

"Interesting. How much ?"

"... What ?"

"How much money ?"

"I have no money, I have cookies."

"I know. You ask me to fill you up, I imagine you want to go shopping and you don't have enough money, and you want to exchange some for your delicious cookies. Wait."

Duncan then got up to go to the safe where he had stored several thousand dollars. He made several round trips despite the protests of (Y/N) who he recovered with a mountain of banknotes. Laughing at seeing her drowning like that, he patted her on the head, picked up a cookie and returned to work on his computer. Second failure. Terribly frustrated, (Y/N) growled before going to find Xavier in the gym. He would get it !

"It's bad for my diet but thanks babe."

"Kill me." she mumbled, handing him the cookies.

"Very well."

The intense fornication session that followed could have been extraordinary if that had been what (Y/N) asked of him. He fucked her in several positions until she begged him to stop, not being able to endure another orgasm. Xavier considered that he deserved a cookie, only one, for this performance, he nibbled her ear, then he started doing push-ups again. Third failure. There was only one more attempt left. (Y/N) was therefore waiting on the sofa with her cookies for Michael to come home from his mission. He was the oldest, he had to understand, he had to. And he loved sugar more than anything, so he couldn't refuse.

"Good evening angel." he said seeing her sitting alone. "Are you hungry ? That's a lot of cookies for one person, will you share ?"

"They are all for you... if you do as I ask."

"Hm. Blackmail. I'm not sure I like it."

"I... I can bake other cakes if it's not enough !"

"I'll give you my prize when you tell me what you want."

"Kill me."

Michael didn't seem surprised by her request. He sighed for a long time as he took the plate of cookies which he put on the table before stroking her hands.

"No."

"... You may not have understood. The others have not understood."

"They understood very well, although they hoped they were wrong. Jim texted us after your first attempt. They are all freaked out. My sweet angel, why do you want to die ?"

"I am a failure, a burden."

"Who said that ?"

"The Cooper..."

"Here. Who said that here ?"

"No one, but it's obvious. I do not want to annoy you. We're programmed to be together, to be a team and that's why you wanted to keep me, you felt obligated even though I'm useless. I want to help you."

"But you are helping us, you don't bother us at all. After a long day, it's a real pleasure to see you again."

"... Don't you want my cookies then ?"

"You are more important than cookies."

"... More important than all the sugar in the world ?" she asked timidly.

"Ask me and I'll never touch a grain of sugar again."

"... You really do love me then ?"

"Oh my angel." Michael sighed, taking her in his arms.

Duncan, Xavier and Jim, who were watching what happened since they had heard Michael come in, quickly joined them on the sofa to hug her too with all their strength, so that she could feel their love. She was their ray of sunshine after a dark mission. It was for her that they wanted to return home. Even if they loved each other too, not being able to live without the others, it would have been different if she hadn't been there, or if she had been like them. For them, she was finished. She was helpful. She was perfect. She was the most important member of the team. Miss Mead sighed with a small smile as she found them all asleep on the couch, the television on, and all the cookies devoured.

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langdxn · 4 years ago

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the cody boys and each of them comforting a spooked girlfriend during a horror movie?

GUH this is the most adorable concept 😭

On the face of it, grunge!Michael is the epitome of the cool, calm and collected boyfriend in the face of a movie-induced shaking girlfriend. You’re burying your face in his shoulder through a particularly gruesome death scene and squealing uncomfortably when he coolly grabs the pillow in his lap and holds it coolly in front of both your faces. “Yeah, even I’ll admit that’s fucked up,” he chuckles with you, seeking out your eyes amidst the darkness but they’re firmly clenched shut. Reaching to pinch your chin and lift you to meet him, Michael’s broad smile lights up the shadow behind your makeshift shield. Behind that smile, Michael’s seen those gruesome death scenes with his own two eyes, mostly caused by his own two hands, so he knows just the right cure — “How about we forget the shitty movie and go make s’mores?”

Xavier‘s already a little too invested in the movie to notice your nervous flinches straight away. “Oh come on!” He shouts at the screen while shovelling popcorn with both hands, kernels firing out his mouth with every syllable. “She should’ve gone the other fucking way!” You’re halfway into the foetal position with your knees bunched under your chin by the time he spots your unease, and his arm immediately wraps around your shoulders. “Hey hey, shush baby,” he coos gently into the shell of your ear, leaning in to brush your hair from your face. “It’s just a movie, nothing’s gonna hurt you. I’ll protect you from everything, especially brain-hungry, badly-dressed zombies!” In his mind, Xavier’s already scrubbing horror movies off his list of potential auditions.

You and Jim share a very important view on horror movies - nobody kills off the dog and gets away with it. Which is why you both immediately fling your arms around each other when the inevitable happens to the movie pooch (no actual dogs were harmed in the making of this blurb), comforting each other between shaky breaths and somewhat embarrassed fits of laughter. “Are we really getting this worked up over a goddamn movie?” His rhetorical question mumbles into the soft skin of your neck as he dips into you, suddenly planting butterfly kisses on your collarbone to quell both your nerves. “We should totally get a dog,” he suggests out of nowhere, stalling your rapid breaths to a complete halt. “What?! I’m being serious!”

Staying up til 3am watching paranormal movies with Duncan is your favourite pastime. Until, that is, you inevitably need to sleep straight afterwards. “What’s the matter?” He questions innocently as you grab his hand and drag him to the bathroom to keep you company in the dark. “Bloody Mary’s got to you that bad?” He waits dutifully outside the door and escorts you back to the safety of your bed, tucking you under the covers and slipping in beside you before flicking the bedside lamps on to comfort you. “Come here,” he whispers softly, drawing you into his arms and holding you close while his fingers drift idly over your spine, calming spirals etched into your back. “I’ve got you, princess, I’ve always got you.”

Richard’s not a fan of horror movies for very obvious reasons, but he’ll somewhat begrudgingly sit with you to watch the latest slasher because he knows how much you love them. From the first time you jolt in your seat, his hand fires straight across to your armchair beside him, settling in your lap and rubbing soothing circles in your pyjamas. “It’s okay,” he mutters under his breath so low that you barely heard him over the artificial screams. His fingers journey to find yours, entwining them on contact and holding on tightly. “I’m here.” Later that night, as you toss and turn in your sleep reliving all those shocking moments on screen, Richard lays beside you. Wide awake. Ready to defend you from the monsters under and on top of your bed, just like every other night of your relationship in the past, and every night for the rest of your lives together.

#grunge!michael x reader #xavier plympton x reader #jim mason x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #richard x reader #grunge!michael #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon x reader #xavier plympton fanfiction #jim mason fanfiction #the tribes of palos verdes #house of cards fanfiction #house of cards #the last time i saw richard

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prophecy-is-inevitable · 4 years ago

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The Treats of Palos Verdes

Daddy!Jim Mason x Reader Oneshot

Your son has a special surprise for Jim this trick-or-treat. It turns out that Palos Verdes has more to offer than tricks.

Warnings: Fluff. The entire thing is fluff of Jim being an adorable, loving dad.

Word Count: 860

Aaand, here’s the Halloween short for Jim, coming in clutch! I loved writing this so much, ad I hope you will enjoy this little tidbit of happiness for Jim.

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“Da-hee!”

Jim’s head shot over to look at you at the sound of your toddler’s shout, ocean eyes wide with fear as every possible parent nightmare flashed through his mind. You knew full well about your son’s plan, but Jim immediately went into father-mode and took the steps two at a time to reach your child’s room. You followed with a smile on your lips and leaned against the doorway with arms crossed. Jim had stopped a couple steps into the room when your son proudly turned to show his father the costume he picked out.

Your little boy stood tall and proud, looking like a superhero the way he held his hands on his hips, in his own miniature wetsuit. He had insisted that he dress by himself; the wetsuit was on backwards at the moment...but that wasn’t the point!

“He wanted to surprise you,” you beamed and placed a kiss to Jim’s cheek. He walked over to your boy with a huge smile and dropped to his knees in front of him to lovingly grasp his shoulder. The boy was bouncing on the tips of his toes in excitement.

“Can I tell him whhhhhy?” His eyes grew wider the longer he held the last word, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you wandered towards the closet.

“Of course you can tell Daddy why.” Tiny teeth formed a blinding grin on his little face. He threw his arms around his father’s neck and practically fell into him.

“I wanna be like you, Da-hee!” he cheered. You could see the large, heartfelt tears forming in Jim’s eyes as he instantly pulled your child tighter into his arms. Reflexively, your hand moved to cover your mouth at the feeling of joyful tears brimming in your eyes. There was nothing you loved more than seeing Jim interacting with your son. You couldn’t have asked for a better man to have your heart or to be the father of your child.

“You got ready all by yourself?” Jim looked over your son’s wetsuit and sandal combo with a small chuckle.

“Yeah! Imma big boy!” You both laughed softly despite the little pang in your heart. He truly was turning into such a big boy so quickly, and he was so smart, too.

“Maybe when you’re a little older, you can take one of my surfboards for your costume. We’ll have to think of something for you to use tonight, though…” Jim mused. You held up your hand with a very proud grin.

“I’ve got that covered. We’ve been planning this for weeks, babe.” You winked at him and reached into the closet and moved a few pieces of children’s clothes. Carefully, you withdrew the project you had worked on with your son over the last month or so. “Ta-da!”

It was made of two thick pieces of cardboard cut into a planeshape. A hole cut into the middle alleviated the problem of him needing to carry the board and a bag for candy--a small pillowcase had been stuck between the layers and through the hole to act as his bag. Several layers of paper mache made it a little sturdier, though the effort of helping the little boy apply the soggy strips and then getting the glue mixture out of his shaggy hair had been a chore. Some paint and decals finished up the look, and your son was now the proud owner of a miniature surfboard replica of his father’s favorite board (with the exception of the hole for candy access).

“Wow, this is great…” Jim’s eyes widened, and he shook his unruly waves off to one side to really get a look at the costume prop. You scooped up your son and tapped Jim’s arm.

“It’s almost time for trick or treat! Though, maybe we should just stay home tonight, hmm?” you teased. Instantly, your baby was wiggling in your arms in protest.

“Nooooo! Twick ow tweat! Twick ow tweat!” He chanted the entire way down the stairs and out the front door. You set him down and Jim handed him his little surfboard so he could run up to your neighbors to start off his candy haul.

As predicted, you ended up carrying the board and candy and Jim carried your dozing baby boy back home after an hour and a half of running rampant through the neighborhood; he spent half the time proclaiming to be his father, the “Bess Surfaw in the Worwl”. Jim looked over at you when you yawned a few doors down from your house.

“Hey.” You turned to see him stopped on the sidewalk. Once he had your attention, Jim stepped closer and let his perfect nose brush yours. “I love you. Thank you for making this Halloween so special for us both.” He leaned closer when he finished speaking to seal your lips together. You hummed into the kiss and smiled after breaking apart.

“I love you, too. It was the least I could do when you make every single day special for us,” you murmur, stroking your hand over your son’s hair that matched the same wild chestnut waves of his father.

#Jim Mason #Daddy!Jim #Jim Mason x Reader #Jim Mason Fanfiction #I am such a sucker for Jim #My Oneshots #Happy Halloween Jim Mason

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years ago

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Cabin in the Woods (Xavier Plympton x fem!reader)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: smut and uhh... you’ll see

A/N: Happy AHS: 1984 premiere day! Just thought I’d pop in with a fun little something in honor of American Horror Story finally being back on our tv screens again! This was based on an anon I received about Xavier being the kind of guy that can dish it out but can’t take it. I’m anxiously awaiting the arrival of Xavier to Camp Redwood, so fingers crossed he’s everything we’ve imagined him to be! As always, barely proofread so forgive me! Also a special shoutout to my gorlieeeee @avesatanormalpeoplescareme for this brilliant ending!!!! Let me know what you think and what else you want to see from Xavier!

The Camp Redwood Wrap Party. Held on the night after all of the campers had been picked up by their parents to celebrate another successful summer in the woods. There was no more pitter-patter of tiny hiking boots at 6am, no more long days spent sweating your ass off and trying to keep small children from stepping directly into poison ivy and causing a disruption in your already chaotic day. The summer was finally over, and it was the last hoorah of camp before everyone went their separate ways.

Sitting across from you by the fire pit was Xavier, paper cup full of Montana’s famous punch in his tightly wound fist. His hooded eyes bored holes into yours over the vibrant, roaring flames, nostrils flaring with each bated breath. The girl beside him had practically crawled in his lap, fawning over his perfectly quaffed hair, fluttering her best doe eyes up at him in an attempt to seduce him. It had worked before, or at least he thought it had. He wasn’t sure if she was the same girl from a few days before or if that was someone else entirely, but at this point, he’d lost all interest in her. Nevertheless, she was far too intoxicated to realize her doting had no effect on him in the slightest, no matter how hard she palmed at his crotch with her long nails or sloppily ran her tongue along the hollow of his throat. Xavier was more focused on you, or rather the tall brunette whose hands were discreetly dancing dangerously close to the waistband of your nylon shorts, though he could see it plain as day. They were the shorts Xavier once told you you weren’t allowed to be seen in by anyone other than him. But you didn’t belong to him anymore, as he’d said it himself.

You wished you could live in the moment, submit to the handsome man that held you in his grasp and revel in the sensation that was his hands creeping steadily down your back towards the bottom of your spine, but Xavier wouldn’t let you. Fucking Xavier. You could feel the cold, icy stare of his beaming in your direction each time the guy you were with inched closer and closer to you, putting his hands in places that Xavier had only weeks ago. It was preoccupying every fiber in your body, rendering you unable to focus on what was potentially your last shot at getting laid this summer.

“What’s with him?” your newest conquest gestured to the smoldering blonde that kept eyeing you two, mumbling against the soft skin of your neck with his sticky, alcohol-ridden lips.

“Ignore it,” you sighed, though you didn’t know if your command was directed more at him or yourself.

“He’s just jealous.”

“Clearly,” he chuckled, the quick puffs of air he let out through his nostrils fanning across your collarbone, prickling tiny, raised goosebumps along the surface.

“I can’t believe he passed this up,” he boasted, giving the plump skin of your ass a hard knead for emphasis.

You refrained from rolling your eyes at him, though it took everything in you not to. At the beginning of the summer, you firmly believed that Xavier was as arrogant as they come. You thought nothing could match the cockiness (both figuratively and literally) that emanated from his mere presence. That might still be true, but it was now safe to say that Xavier was only one of many sleazebags on the roster at Camp Redwood.

Despite his smugness, somehow, in some way, Xavier had caught you in his trap. Wrangled you into his mind games and managed to have you at his mercy for the entire summer. Anything Xavier asked, whether it was meeting up in the woods while the campers were making macaroni necklaces in the arts and craft hall to blow him or him clamping his hand over your mouth and jaw in the middle of the night to keep you from screaming out while he fucked you next to your fellow counselor and bunkmate, you were at his will. You were addicted to him, and it seemed that he was to you as well. That was, until about a week ago, when he abruptly told you to he didn’t want to see you anymore and that there were plenty of women around camp that could “satisfy his needs.” It had been a jab in the heart, perhaps for reasons you weren’t ready to admit just yet, but you refused to let some pretentious asshole ruin your last few weeks of camp.

“What do you say we get out of here and go back to my cabin, yeah?” you suggested, fingers trailing down his color-block, cotton t-shirt and pausing at the beginnings of a bulge growing at the front of his shorts.

Your eyes flickered over to Xavier to see if he was watching the scenario unravel, you fooling around shamelessly in front of the entire camp crew with someone that wasn’t him. No one would have even caught the way your eyes darted left and right almost simultaneously had they not been staring directly at you. And lucky, the right person was. Xavier’s stare, if possible, grew more rigid and terrifying, nostrils stuck in a permanent flare. He definitely noticed.

Good.

The boy smirked down at you upon hearing your request, running his tongue along the skin of his bottom lip. His crass behavior didn’t have the same effect that Xavier’s did on you; it was borderline repulsive. Nonetheless, you persisted, dubbing this fool your latest conquest at whatever the cause. Anything to make Xavier realize what he was missing.

“Fuck yeah,” he exhaled forcefully as if he was already straining against his boxers at the mere thought of fucking what once was the most popular counselor’s personal plaything.

You began to lead him slowly back into the sparsely wooded area where the counselor cabins were located, though it looked especially eery in the moonlight. Twigs and rocks crackled beneath your shoes and the sounds of the wrap party began to taper off. Your hand held on tightly to the boy, whose name you honestly couldn’t recall due to the no-doubt deathly concoction of liquor Montana stirred into the punch. Just as you reached the wooden stairs that led to your room, a voice, not yours or his, broke the string of drunken giggles that had been falling from both of your lips.

“Y/N,” the voice called out, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck, Xavier!”

His face was barely visible via the shotty, yellow porch light that had a habit of going out every once in a while. Had it actually been out, you would have assumed that the man in front of you was definitely not Xavier and was most certainly Mr. Jingles, the campfire myth that everyone had been ranting and raving about all summer.

You rubbed your face aggressively with your hands, trying your best to steady your rapidly increasing heartbeat that was caused by the commotion.

“Sorry to startle you,” he dismissed your panic half-heartedly.

He wasn’t sorry in the slightest.

“I was hoping I could get you to come back to my cabin to finalize your counselor paperwork. Margaret said you skipped a form when you filled them out yesterday and she really needs you to sign off on it for the camp records.”

The words dripped from his lips so coyly, so effortlessly. As if he hadn’t intentionally cock-blocked your last and final attempt at getting some dick at this godforsaken camp.

“Now’s not a really good time, man,” the boy beside you interjected, clearly not seeing through the guise.

What an idiot. Xavier simply chuckled at his ignorance, pacing the porch step with his hands clasped behind his back.

“It’s urgent. It’ll only take a second, really. I’ll make sure she comes back to you safe and sound.”

“Whatever,” the boy scoffed, clearly not vibing with whatever he imagined Xavier was pulling.

“I’m going to find Brooke. At least she’ll blow me.”

And with that, off walked the snarky son-of-a-bitch, and so did your shot at getting dicked down. He wasn’t much, clearly, but he wasn’t Xavier. And your mind but not your body had convinced you that fucking him would distract you from the impending gloom that lurked within you about your little “breakup.”

When his foot falls dwindled down to distant thumps, Xavier gripped you harshly by the wrist, far less calm and collected than he had just been when thwarting off your newest catch.

Your cabin was directly across the way from his, the Head Counselor Cabin. He wasn’t the head counselor by any means, just knew whose and how much ass to kiss in order to get it. He bunked alone and had his own bathroom, unlike the rest of you who got stuck with often smelly bunkmates and a nasty communal shower that never stayed upwards of lukewarm for longer than 3 minutes at a time. It was where you’d spent most of the summer when you weren’t, ya know, doing your job. Countless nights you’d spent sprawled out on Xavier’s sheets with your legs spread wide and pussy glistening in the moonlight, writhing beneath Xavier while he dismantled you thrust by thrust, leaving you whimpering and shaking by the time he was done using you. Back then, you could have sworn there was no other place you’d rather be, but due to the recent turn of events, that wasn’t so much the case anymore.

It didn’t more than a handful of steps to get there until Xavier flung the flimsy screened-in door of his cabin open, shoving you inside and forcing you to stumble into the darkness of the room.

“What the fuck was that about, hm?” you snarled when you regained your balance.

There was no way in hell this was really about paperwork.

“I could ask you the same thing. What the fuck was that about? You and I both know he is far from your type.”

His stance was demeaning, overpowering you easily with the way his hands were planted on either side of his hips. Xavier had his head cocked to the side as if you having the audacity to sleep with someone else was a mystery he was unable to solve.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest and out of your mouth before you could stop it. He looked far less intimidating after more or less admitting that he acted how he did out of jealousy, though you still couldn’t deny the way butterflies blossomed in your tummy and heat began to pool in your abdomen at the hidden confession.

“That’s bold coming from you, Xavier. You don’t want me anymore, remember? And besides, that red-head was basically tongue-fucking your ear back at the campfire. Why aren’t you with her right now? Making her ‘satisfy your needs?’“ you mocked him using air quotes to remind him of the harsh words he’s spouted at you in a fit of rage.

Xavier was walking towards you now, backing you into the corner of the wall. The knocking of his footsteps against the aged cedar floor, similar to how your heart was thumping in your ear. Even though it had only been but a week since your last interaction, Xavier sure knew how to rile you up.

He blocked you in, filling the empty space between you by pressing his body against yours. You felt the air in the room disappear through a vacuum, his proximity causing your throat to go dry your ears to ring loudly. His fingers on one hand caressed the skin of your jaw, while the other slithered in between your meshed bodies to cup your heat through your shorts.

“I’m the only one that gets to touch you like this. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t speak. Xavier’s touches sparked a fire in your belly that was raging inside of you. Had he not been holding your jaw in place, you wouldn’t have even been able to look him in the eye.

“I said, Do. You. Understand?”

He ground the palm of his hand harshly against your clothed pussy once more, forcing a whimper out of you.

“Fuck you,” you spat through gritted teeth, in fear that your voice couldn’t get any clearer.

As much as you wanted to be mad at him right now given the shit he’d just pulled, there was no denying the arousal coursing through your veins.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Xavier clicked his tongue, smirking down at the mess he’d already made of you with only the simplest of touches.

“I’m about to.”

The kiss he pulled you into was feverish, a rushed formality of his, although he couldn’t deny that he’d missed the familiar taste of your lips even after such a short passing of time. You savored the taste of him as well, knowing for certain it would be the last time you’d have the pleasure of doing so, whether it was due to the nature of your relationship or the fact that camp was over in the morning. Both of his large, strong hands fell to the sides of your thighs, a gentle tapping on your skin indicating that he wanted you to jump. He lifted you with ease from against the wall, then carried you the quick distance to his bed where he tossed you haphazardly onto the squeaky mattress.

You reached for the waistband of his shorts, gasping when your fingers fumbled over the tent that formed near his zipper.

“You feel that, baby?” Xavier moved your fingers away from the button that you were working open and back down to his crotch, pressing the flat of your palm against his impossibly hard member.

“Can you feel what you do to me?”

A moan strangled through your closed lips as you ran your thumb up and down his length. It never got old. Feeling how hard Xavier gets right before he fucks you into the mattress or the dirt, or a tree, or the floor of his van.

Xavier’s breathes grew heavier ear with each pass of your fingers over the underside of his clothed dick, fighting the urge to take you right then and there. As much as he wanted to, he had plans for you, plans to tease and punish you for going so far as to even think you had authority to fuck anyone other than him.

“Yeah,” Xavier was pulled away from his thoughts by your answer.

“I can feel it.”

Your voice was high pitched and whiny like Xavier had managed to dwindle you down to nothing but a needy hole that was desperate to be filled. You batted your eyelashes up at the blonde, which nearly made him falter. It appears as if he’d already ruined you, and the thought of it had his cock twitching prematurely in his boxers.

“It’s pathetic,” your docile demeanor faltered in an instant, revealing your stoic, seemingly bored expression.

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already this hard? That’s embarrassing, X,” you mocked demeaningly.

You closed your fist tightly around his cock that was constrained against his shorts, eliciting an unwanted, wanton groan from Xavier’s plump lips. He looked angry, but his eyelids forcibly closing and his breath hitching in the back of his throat suggested his disdain was laced with arousal.

Xavier took the hand he was using to brace himself on the mattress and brought it towards your face. He caressed your cheek lovingly, any inkling of previous annoyance vanished. His touch was tender as he smirked down at you.

Silly girl. If only you knew.

“You know what’s really embarrassing, kitten?”

He paused to dance his fingertips along your jaw, then moved down even further to graze the sensitive skin of your neck. In a flash he had wrapped his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing hastily so that your mangled gasp filled the room at the same time as his words that followed.

“Thinking you have the upper hand in this situation.”

Before you could catch your breath, Xavier had you flipped over, upright on your knees and pinned to his chest while he worked at removing your clothing. He paid no mind to the buttons on your blouse, the poor old thing clattering to the ground in dozens of pieces as the ripped it right from your chest. His hands molded to the shape of your body as he felt you up, nibbling on your earlobe when your head fell back into his shoulder and cupping your breasts over the fabric of your thin bra.

You shorts were easy to discard, as there wasn’t much to remove to begin with. Xavier always said they made your ass look incredible, hence why he spent some extra time admiring how the undersides of your cheeks hung from beneath the hem.

Xavier released his grip from you, forcing your front down onto the bed but keeping your ass up high, wiggling and on display for him and him alone. He slid your shorts and panties the rest of the way down your knees and over your ankles, tossing them behind his shoulder to lay neglected with the rest of your clothing.

“And to think, Y/N,” Xavier began as he worked at removing his own clothing.

You heard the rustling of his windbreaker and the zipper of his shorts coming undone as you lay motionless against the pillow that smelled of the musty cologne Xavier was known for drenching himself in before camp began every morning.

“I was gonna take it easy on you tonight.”

His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, catching you off guard when he’d lowered himself to your level. Goosebumps prickled your shoulder and spine as he retreated to his original position on his knees behind you.

Xavier parted the mounds of flesh on your ass, reveling in the sight of your folds glistening with arousal in the moonlight that bled in through the open curtains. He let out a low half chuckle, half groan at your hypocrisy. You’d mocked him only minutes ago about his own predicament, yet here you were, dripping for him.

As if he even needed to, you heard Xavier hawk from deep in the back of this throat, then felt a hot spat of stringy saliva make contact with your core and quickly dribble downwards towards your clit. Xavier’s thumb began massaging the skin close to your heat, anywhere but where you wanted him. He took pride in watching you squirm, watching you whimper and listening to the small string of please’s that fell from your lips at barely above a whisper.

When he’d decided you’d had enough, he ran his fingers through your velvet folds, pushing two of his fingers in up to the last knuckle. Your walls welcomed him with ease, swallowed him as he resisted the urge to crumble on the spot.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on right now,” he amused himself as he toyed with the excess of wetness that coated your cunt, thumb prodding at your clit each time he felt like you weren’t making enough noise for him.

“Will you just shut up and fuck me, Xavier?” you called from your position on the pillow, the low thread cotton beginning to leave imprints on your cheeks.

“With pleasure, doll.”

In an instant, his fingers left your core, causing you to shiver at the emptiness. However, his fingers were quickly replaced with his cock, that had been neglected, bobbing in the crisp air, leaking with the desire to fit inside of you. Xavier ran his flushed, pink tip through the shining petals of your folds for ease before inching his way into you.

You both sighed in unison as Xavier’s long, thick cock split you agonizingly. Despite only a week’s passing, your tight, warm cunt was no match for Xavier’s length, or his girth. Each and every. fucking. time. it felt like he was tearing you in two. He paused when he was fully seated in you, letting out a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. His hands reached out to steady himself on your hips, nails digging harshly into your sides.

He set his pace in no time, not quite giving you enough time to adjust to his size, although there was no negating the pleasurable burn left behind each time his hips rolled into your ass. Your whimpers turned to full-blown moans as he assaulted your pussy, fingers reaching out for something, anything to grasp to sate the impending coil tightening deep within your belly.

You became more desperate, wanting more from Xavier despite him snapping into you at rapid speed. His cock pumped in and out of you with a harmonious string of squelches, each more wet-sounding than the last.

In attempt to spur yourself on faster, you began working in tandem with Xavier, rocking yourself forwards and backwards onto his length.

“How many times do I have to tell you, pet. You’re not calling the shots here,” Xavier growled as he ripped you up by the roots of your hair, pulling you flush against his sweat-slick chest.

All you could muster was a mewl as the burn of both his cock buried in your cunt and the burn of his grip on your hair consumed your body, blossoming into something akin to pure, raw rapture.

“Fuck,” Xavier hissed as you clenched around him.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Gonna make me cum soon, baby,” he purred in your hear, causing your toes to curl and your lip to bleed from how hard you were biting down on the skin.

“Please let me cum, Xavier,” you begged, unsure if you could hold out for much longer.

You knew for certain that if you came before instructed, Xavier would continue to tease you until you couldn’t stand it, and leave you high and dry. He’d force you to finish him off in your mouth, force you to swallow every last pearly bead of cum and then walk off in the opposite direction, with no regard to the ache between your thighs, only caring about the appearance of his hair that he’d check out through the reflective lenses of his infamous sunglasses.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he pondered in between thrusts.

“You’ve been awfully naughty tonight. I’m not so sure that bad girls deserve to cum.”

“Xavier, come on,” you whined.

The blonde chuckled in your ear, cherishing your neediness, your desperation to be pushed over the edge by his hand and his cock.

“I supposed I could let you cum. On one condition.”

“Anything,” you writhed in his strong grip, lungs running out of air from how tightly his was holding you against his chest.

“You have to scream loud enough for the whole. camp. to hear you. Think you can do that for me?”

All it took was the weakest nod you could muster and Xavier dropped you back down onto the mattress, never once pulling himself out of you. His pace increased by tenfold, sparks shooting deep inside of you at your release that was to come.

Withing a few tight circles of his gentle but calloused fingers against your swollen bundle of nerves, you were cumming. Hard and loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. Just as he’d instructed you too. He refused to let up on his thrusts, fucking you long and deep through your orgasm. You tucked your head into your chest the best you could to come down from the waves of euphoria that never seemed to stop flowing through you. But you weren’t done yet.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep clenching me like that. Just. Like. That.”

You held out for him, fighting the urge to collapse. The muscles of your walls pulsated around him, hugging him in the warmest embrace. Had he not ran out of condoms three days ago, he would have come inside of your cunt that was overflowing with your own juices.

When Xavier had reached his end, he withdrew himself from you. With a few jerks of his cock into his furled fist before he found his release. Ropes of his warm seed overflowed onto your back and up your naked spine and he came loudly with a grunt. He came much quicker and much harder than you’d ever seen him go, as you felt the bed dip almost simultaneously after silence overtook the room.

You laid there for a prolonged period of time, head still tucked into your chest, waiting for Xavier to retrieve a warm rag from the bathroom to clean up his...mess. When he still hadn’t moved after a solid handful of minutes, you called for him. No answer.

“Xavier, what the fuck? Go get a rag.”

It wasn’t until you felt small, slippery droplets run down your arms and pool in between your elbows that you shifted from your position.

There was no denying, even in the darkness, what you were seeing reflecting from the moonlight in the window. Coating your entire backside, arms, and legs was a metallic-smelling, dark substance that nowhere resembled Xavier’s cum in the slightest. Looking over at Xavier, you realized why he hadn’t moved in several minutes.

Standing directly over you was a tall, brooding black figure, a crescent-shaped dagger raised above his head, ready to strike again.

And attached to his hips? A set of bulky keys that suddenly began to jingle in the draft caused by the caved-in screen door of the cabin.

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jocelynscloset · 5 years ago

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

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

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

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

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ritualmichael · 6 years ago

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Midnight City - Jim Mason x Reader

heres a lil jim blurb that i got inspo for and wrote on a whim. nothing too long but i just had to get the aesthetic into words. i’ll add a keep reading cut asap

Flick.

The warm glow of Jim’s lighter filled the small space, outlining his features and reflecting them into the foggy car windows. Lighting the end of his cigarette, you watched as he took a deep breath, the end of the small stick burning bright red. Red like the flickering sign from the diner.

You and Jim had met up at the small diner an hour before it closed, waiters already sweeping up the floors due to the lack of customers. Slipping into an empty booth, you watched as Jim tried to search the menu for something, but nothing seemed to resonate with him. His eyes were glassy and he was sniffling.

“Jim,” you said softly, making him look up at you for the first time since you met up outside the diner. “You get the same thing every time we’re here…”

He mumbled a small “right,” dropping the menu down and running his fingers through his hair. You glanced at his knuckles but there were no bruises, something you had sadly learned to check for.

“It was just my mom again,” he sighed. “I know it’s late, I just had to get out of there.”

“I’m glad you did.”

The waiter was eager to usher the both of you out as soon as it reached midnight, leaving you and Jim sitting in the parking lot inside his car, the radio playing lowly and smoke filling the small space. Neither of you felt like going home just yet.

Jim sat beside you, head resting back against the seat and his eyes far off somewhere, only moving to bring his burning cigarette to his lips to take a deep drag that billowed from his lips a few seconds later.

It seemed dismal, but you would much rather Jim sitting beside you, lost in his head than drowning himself with alcohol, washing down whatever pills he could get his hands on. Inside the car with you, he was safe.

You hadn’t realized you had been watching him for that long until he went to light another cigarette, barely taking a breath after his last before another was set between his lips. You watched him light it, his brow furrowed and cheeks hollowing out as he inhaled.

“Okay, enough,” you said as you reached over, plucking the cigarette from between his lips, opening the car door and climbing out, dropping it on the wet pavement.

“Where are you going?” Jim asked, ducking over the console to watch you. He was probably more concerned about the cigarette you just wasted than what you were doing.

“Turn up the radio,” you said instead of answering his question, walking around the front of the car and pulling his door open. He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head as he watched you take a few leisure steps backward. “I said turn up the radio,” you pleaded.

Although confused, Jim reached over and turned the dial of the radio up, music pouring out of the car and into the still, quiet nighttime. Some classic rock station that starts playing 80s music that you hardly knew the names of late at night.

“Now come dance with me,” you called out over the music, swaying from foot to foot and holding your hands out to him.

“Y/N, I-” he started to protest, sinking further into his seat.

“Jim Mason, get out of that car right now,” you said firmly but playfully, making sure he knew that you wouldn’t stop insisting until he got up.

He hesitated, groaning lowly before pushing himself out of his seat and to his feet, adjusting his denim jacket around his torso. Walking over to him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him further into the parking lot, his sneakers dragging against the concrete.

The air was thick from the summer rain just hours before, a fog clouding the street and encasing the both of you in the small lot. Yellow street lights glowed with a quiet buzz, casting their light onto Jim and outlining his face, revealing the small smile that was tugging on his lips.

You laced your fingers with his, starting to sway to the beat of the music and spin the both of you around. Jim kept up with you but mostly because of your grip you had on him. Although you didn’t know the song, you obnoxiously sang the lyrics to the repetitive chorus, just trying to get a real smile out of him.

Circling around him, you stopped behind him and started to ease off his jacket, guiding it down his arms until you left him in just his t-shirt. Throwing the jacket over your shoulder, you danced around as you pulled it on yourself, making a show out of slipping your arms into the sleeves. It was big on you, but you didn’t take it off of him simply to wear it. You knew you had to strip him of the physical barrier that was hiding him away.

He started to move along with you as you grabbed his hand and spun yourself around, making him let out a soft laugh as he swayed on his feet. It was better than you dancing alone as he stood still.

“Oh, so somebody does know how to move?” You teased him, pulling yourself closer and running your fingers through his hair before taking a few playful steps back, grinning as he lunged forward towards you, grabbing onto your hands again.

“Only because you look more embarrassing than I do,” he said, biting his lip as he smiled at your ridiculous dancing.

You both lost track of time. Dancing around like children to songs that just seemed to morph into one long flow of beats, drowning out any other sounds of the world around you. Because it didn’t matter what was happening beyond the pavement of the diner parking lot, past the fog and under different streetlights. Your whole world revolved around Jim Mason in this moment, the boy who spun you around and threw his head back in laughter at your bad dance moves.

Somehow you ended up wrapped in his arms, head resting on his shoulder as you both swayed to the slower beat. You could smell his cologne that lingered on him and his jacket that you still wore, taking in a deep breath and trying to savor the feeling of being so close to him. He did the same with you, nudging his nose into your hair.

One of your hands rested at the back of his neck, playing with the short hairs and running your fingertips over his warm skin.

“Jim?” You mumbled against his shoulder, making him pull away just enough to be able to look at you. The words were at the tip of your tongue but every syllable slipped away when you looked at him, the glow of the street light coloring half of his face while the red, flickering diner sign casted it’s light on the other. He looked tired - anyone would at this time of night - but he looked good. Alive.

He ducked his head down, resting his forehead against yours and nudging your noses gently. Your eyes fluttered closed, fingers running through his hair as you both swayed in place.

“It's just the two of us,” you breathed out softly, your lips nearly brushing against his.

“You and I,” Jim replied, his soft tone matching your own. His hand went to your face, gently cupping your cheek and running his thumb along the curve of your cheek and the swell of your bottom lip.

“Against the world,” you finished, chuckling under your breath before pressing a soft kiss to his thumb that lingered at the corner of your mouth. It was a hand that had done so much damage but yet, it was still so gentle.

Gently reaching for your chin, Jim tilted your head up just enough for your lips to meet in a delicate kiss. You got so lost in the feeling of his mouth against yours that you hardly realized he was leading you backward, making you jump when you ran into his car and laugh against his lips.

“Making out on your car,” you playfully scoffed into the kiss. “I always knew you were a cliche.”

Jim laughed, giving you another quick kiss before pulling away slightly, leaving you leaning back against the side of his car with his hands braced against it on either side of you. His eyes trailed down your body - not in a sexual way, but almost as if he was in disbelief that you were standing there. So close to him. Lips still feeling each others’ kisses. His jacket heavily draped over your shoulders.

He shook his head slightly, a trace of a sincere smile tugging on his lips. “Thank you,” he sighed out.

“For calling you a cliche?”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, giving you a playful nudge. “For whatever this was.”

“You do make a decent dance partner,” you said, a smile taking over your face. Reaching over, you pushed the driver’s side door open even more. “So, you’re welcome.”

Nodding your head toward the seat, Jim leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours briefly, mumbling “Who’s the cliche now?” before tugging on his denim jacket that you were wearing, leading you into the car and onto his lap.

Sitting there on his lap, music still pouring from the car and his lips on yours, somewhere in the middle of the foggy night under flickering lights, you knew that you were right where you needed to be. Jim was where he needed to be. Just the two of you.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 6 years ago

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Choices (Chapter 4: Goodnight, Princess)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader x Jim Mason

Words: 1,381

Summary: Palos Verdes was the place to be for a fresh new start. It would be hard to adjust with such a change, though it was all too perfect. The families here seemed vibrant and happy, although it’s only when Y/N comes across Jim and Michael Langdon, that she has to make a choice…

Warnings: nothing really...just angst?

A/N - tried to make this chapter interesting, but it probably isn't...BUT it does set the tone of the relationship between Michael and the reader for later ;)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

It was silent, dead silent. There was some distance between yourself and Michael, was just instinct. Although, it seemed Michael was unphased by it, rather in fact, he was respectful of your space, as he continued walking ahead, hands buried deep in his pockets, occasionally his head from would turn to the side near you, as though checking from the corner of his eyes, that you were still there. It was getting cooler as the minutes passed by, as night began to gradually settle in the sky, but still you tried earnestly to memorise the empty streets you’d both passed, scanning for anything out of the ordinary that would help you to remember, although most of the houses looked identical. In your mind, however, you were uncertain of Michael’s intentions still: uncertain if he now had regretted his offer to walk you home. However, you took his silence, as a warning to not disturb him...Obviously, he had something on his mind.

In the meantime, you tried desperately to suppress your heavy breathing. Your time so far into the walk was little, however everything was uphill, and trying to keep up with Michael proved to be more of a challenge than you had anticipated. You were growing tiresome, although you wanted nothing more than to get home… Done with the Langdon’s for the evening. Keeping your head low, hoping that by any means that would dampen the sounds of your deep breaths, were you only then caught by the sudden halt of Michael’s heavy footsteps.

“You want to rest for awhile?” He bluntly exclaimed, as he turned to face you directly, his eyes glued to yours.

There was no denying that you were intimidated by his look, uncertain if he was being sincere.

“No, no I’m fine. How much longer is this walk going to be exactly?” You insisted, as you took a couple more steps towards him, making sure you’d completely caught up with him.

Cocking his eyebrows, he still seemed unconvinced.

“Just another 15 minutes I’d say, but you sound like you need a break. Am I walking too fast for you, need me to slow down?”

Another grueling 15 minutes you thought, Jesus. You didn’t want to delay the walk, nor did you want to anger Michael with your heavy breaths. You felt selfish in asking him to slow down, but it was the only option you had, or so you felt he was expecting. By the way he looked at you, unimpressed in some way you felt, along with his monotone voice...You were convinced this walk irritated him, as much as it irritated you. He made sure now that he walked beside you, and that his pace was as steady as yours.

“So why’d you and your family decide to move here?”

You weren’t at all expecting him to be the one to strike up a conversation: the sudden sound of his voice caused you to whip your head up towards him, only to find that he kept his eyes fixated on the road ahead. Not wanting for him to return the gesture, you turned your head back down towards the pavement, and for some odd reason, you felt a little smirk smeared across your face..You didn’t want him to see.

It wasn’t the question that made you smile… It was the sheer sound of his voice, the fact that he was asking you a question, and much to your surprise a personal one of that.

“Well, uhm- We just that our old home wasn’t a home anymore. As cliche as it may sound-” You chuckled, raising your head, you noticed he instantly turned his gaze towards you and felt your own meeting his.

“We needed a new start, somewhere far,” You smiled, and there it was. That was it.

He smiled. It was faint, but it was there. No matter how few of light there was blazing through sky, you’d caught him. And it seemed as though, he knew you’d caught him, as he instantly tore his face away from you before you had the chance to take it all in.

“Fair enough,” He groaned, before directing you to turn into the street on the right. Still nothing looked familiar to you.

“So as a resident who’s lived here longer, would you recommend this be a good place to make a fresh start? Or do you think us moving here was a mistake?” You question, your smile ever so slowly beginning to fade.

“I guess, it’s a little too late to say now, considering you guys have already moved in. As for if it were a mistake. That’s for you to decide… Let’s just hope you don’t make any decisions, you might regret.”

By the end of his reply, your smile had completely vanished, and instead you were left somewhat disappointed and reminded of how frightened you’d first felt when you;d met Michael. It was as though you’d said something that caused him to become disinterested in you like that… You weren’t expecting that answer at all, and moreso, by the sour look on his face, you knew better but to bite your tongue.

And to make matters worse, it was as though Michael suddenly had disregarded that whole ordeal of you struggling to keep up with him, that he continued to persevere through the walk at his own pace again. Leaving you out of breathe by the end, even if it shortened the duration of the walk...That, you were grateful for.

“I can walk the rest of the way from here-” You insisted, as you instinctively grabbed Michael’s forearm, as you both had just turned into your street.

You saw his face grow enraged as he looked down at your hand on his arm, and back up at you, though he didn’t utter a word. At this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted to be as far away as possible from him and as quickly as you could. He was acting childish: one minute he was fine, intrigued by you, you thought, and the next, completely unbothered. Although, you wanted him to know who the bigger person was.

“Thank you, for walking me home. Much to your luck, next time I might just do it myself, saves you from the walk-” As you slowly felt your grip loosen around his arm, you noticed his facial expression beginning to turn wide-eyed, as if he’d only then noticed that his behaviour was unnecessary. Although still, you looked at him expressionless.

“Goodnight, Michael.”

Just as you’d taken a couple steps passed MIchal, exhaling a deep, relieving breath out, as you looked ahead towards the familiar lawn of your house, that once more, the sudden eruption of his voice booming through the crisp night air, that your body instinctively stopped.

“Who’s to say I didn’t enjoy myself?”

It was as though, through some sort of intuition, that you felt his smug smile piercing through the skin of your back, causing you to face him again. You looked at him, puzzled, as if he really didn’t pick up on his odd behaviour, though no words escaped your mouth in defence… You just continued to stare. As he inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, his chest expanded as his posture straightened, he looked as though he was somewhat impressed with himself. And for what you thought? And yet, despite wanting to have the last word, you were still nonetheless, more frightened by Michael than agitated enough to talk back. You’d persuaded yourself to let him have just this one.

“Goodnight, Princess...” He aggressively exclaimed: his voice was low, though audible enough for you to hear between the distance. He turned away, hands still in his pockets as he retraced his steps, disappearing into the corner of the previous street.

You stood your ground for a couple of minutes still, your eyes still fixated on that particular corner he’d disappeared off into. A part of you simply wanted to make sure he wouldn’t sneakily try to follow you directly back, although you knew, deep down, you just couldn’t move out of fright.

There was something unsettling about Michael, that a part of you wanted nothing more than to avoid, and yet another, conflicting side, was curious to know…

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divine17 · 6 years ago

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Sex With Jim Mason (HCs)

Request: “ wow yes, I would like sex with Jim Mason headcannons plz!!!”

Count: 24

A/N: Hmm what other characters would you guys wanna see me write for?? This blog is literally only Jim

Jim just loves teasing his partner

Other than when they ride his thigh, it might be his favorite thing in the whole world

Seeing the twisted pleasure on their features would be his favorite thing

He loves being able to get them so worked up and needy, deprived of what they crave so desperately

& running his hand up their inner thigh, bringing himself in for a kiss but just barely letting his lips ghost over theirs, etc too

Orgasm denial, but soft

“Mm, baby, I think you can hold off just a little longer for me”

He loves denying that release to his partner until he says its okay for them to come, especially because it makes the orgasm that much more intense for them

And then encouraging them to come so so ... Sweetly

I feel like Jim also has a bit of a penchant for having sex in cars

Like, he doesn’t go out of his way for it to happen or anything but he finds himself doing it fairly often, especially on the way home from the beach or after a date

Either that or sex on the beach, but not in the sand

He learned his lesson the hard way with that one

He also loves decorating his partner with little love bites everywhere just so they know that they’re his, and no one else’s

And he also probably really likes when his partner leaves scratches or bites on him, honestly

He would be a little embarrassed if his friends at the beach saw, and they inevitably would, but he’d quickly learn to wear them with pride

Because it would be his little reminder that he’s theirs, only theirs, just like the little soft bruises on you

When he’s angry, I mean really just pissed off, he gets rough

R o u g h

Like, choke his partner until they’re seeing stars, hold their face into the mattress to stifle moans, overstimulation, spanking while he’s fucking them from behind, hair pulling...

Jim would pretend that he absolutely does not have a tiny lil daddy kink and thinks it’s so gross but we all know that he does

It would take a little while for him to get completely comfortable calling himself daddy but he’d love his partner calling him the little nickname, especially in a playful way

But he’s not really into it for the sexual or extremely dominant aspect, more so the “protecter/defender” part of it, if that makes sense

Like, he finally has someone that loves him for him, no matter his flaws, and he’s going to protect the hell outta them

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austinstyles · 1 year ago

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#andy dolan #cody fern fanfic #cody fern fanfiction #stan vogel #duncan shepherd #cody fern characters #michael langdon #jim mason #xavier plympton #fanfiction #fanfic #austinstyles chat #austinstyles #fanfic poll #poll #cody fern

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mercifuldeaths · 5 years ago

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1)Jim kept only three photos in his room at the rehabilitation center, one was him and Medina before they lived in PV, they seem so happy, some friend of Medina took the photo in mid laugh at the backyard of their house, he still remembers that day even though seems like a million years ago. The other one is selfie of you and Jim at the beach, it was taken like two days you became official, he was kissing your cheek while you had a big smile, those were the moments he forgot about everything

2)wrong in his life, he forgot about his problems while he was with you. The last one he had is a picture of just you, it was the same night you were together, it was blurry and with low light, it was around past midnight he remembers, your hair was a little messy but you were smiling at him, it was the night you two belonged to each other and no one else. Those were the only things he brought, the only things that kept him company all the time he was alone.

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FUCK my heart. 💛

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The nights were long, but no longer than the days he supposed. It was strange. Like right when he was put into rehab it felt like it was always raining int he usual sunny Palos Verdes. And it wasn’t just another trip-it was real. The nurses talked about the strange weather and how happy they were that the kids couldn’t surf or hang out on the cliffs during the unusual storms.

He thought of Medina and how she was probably still out there-the rain matting her hair down further than just the seawater alone. Her alone, sitting atop the vanilla board she loved so much, rough winter waves occasionally throttling her. For a second he thought that maybe they were too rough, and that she should be inside. Safe. But then he remembered that inside was probably more dangerous than being out there alone.

The rain against his windows (locked shut, thanks to the nature of this place), tended to pull him from dreamless sleep. He would turn over and look to the wall closest to his bed where he taped up the photos. Technically ‘contraband’ but the nurses were nice enough to him, given his situation.

Fluorescent light shone in from the halls and illuminated the pictures just enough to make out the shapes, but he had looked at them enough in the day to see the image perfectly in his mind. They were the reason he went on.

Medina and him at Lake Michigan when they were kids. Both smiling and a little sunburnt as they sat in front of the cabin he remembered that was the day that Medina showed him that maybe the water wasn’t all that scary.

The other was you and him. Again, at the beach. Your oversized sunglasses nearly swallowing up your cheekbones but not the beaming smile you wore. Jim was just behind you, lips pursed and just about to lay a delicate kiss on your cheek. He missed that. He missed you.

A Polaroid he had snapped of you was taped closest to where he lay his head at night. When he drifted off with the rain tapping the windows, still, he liked to look at your face. A little goofy, hair mussed and lightened from the sun, you were genuinely happy. Something he wanted to feel and really only felt when he was with you. He liked to think about what you were doing right then, the way you were probably sleeping under too many blankets and in one of his worn tee shirts. Your future together was something he couldn’t help but think about.

It was one of the only times he would catch himself smiling during his time there. He didn’t know that you were at home, looking at a similar Polaroid snapped just after he took one of you, but it was of him. Also looking silly, him practically glowing-his smile nearly radiant. You had it propped up against your nightstand.

Rain kept pouring and the waves still crashed, but both of you knew that it was only a matter of time until the sun came back.

#blurb #topv #jim mason fanfiction

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chloelucia13 · 6 years ago

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All That I Want

Pairing: Jim Mason x reader

Prompt: you're the only person there for Jim on his birthday, bit he wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: FLUFF, a tiny bit of angst, language, that's about it

A/N: I'm in my Jim feels at the moment so i just needed to write this. Sorry that it's so short!

Tags: @queencocoakimmie, @rocketgirl2410

The halls were silent and the fluorescent lights burned your eyes as you walked to the mental ward. All you could hear was the incessant thrum of your heart and the millions of thoughts that raced through your mind.

What if they don't let me see him, what if he doesn't want to see me, what if, what if, what if...

"Can I help you, ma'am?" a nurse voiced, pulling you from your thoughts.

You blinked rapidly for a moment before nodding. "I'm here to see Jim Mason?" you admitted, your voice no louder than a whisper. You handed her the stapled papers in your hands that you had filled out earlier.

Instantly, a smile spread across her face. "Wonderful!" She stood from her seat behind the desk and walked around to be face to face with you. "We'll need to do a quick search just to make sure you aren't trying to bring anything in, and then you can go see him!"

Suddenly there was a blizzard of detector wands and a few hands patting along your sides. After about 30 seconds, they deemed you clean of any dangerous materials and led you back to Jim's temporary room.

"It's so wonderful that you came to see him," the same nurse admitted as you two walked. "It's extremely rare for people to come visit at all, let alone on a patient's birthday."

"Well, he's all I have, and he deserves everything good in the world," you responded, a bright smile on your face. "I just try my hardest to make that possible for him."

"I'm sure he deeply appreciates that."

You two stopped in front of the door with Jim's name scribbled on the chalkboard adorning it. She knocked twice and waited a moment before entering. "Who is it?" you heard Jim mumble before you saw him sit up slightly, getting ready to turn and face the door.

"Someone is here to see you." With that, the nurse patted your shoulder before hurrying off, leaving the two of you alone.

Jim turned all the way around and his face immediately lit up when he saw you standing in the door way. "Am I dreaming?"

You shook your head and chuckled softly, stepping inside and pulling the door shut almost all the way. "I'm real, Jimmy."

He sat up and swung his feet off the bed, his eyes trained on you as you walked over to him. "I thought everyone forgot."

His words made you frown slightly, shaking your head as you stepped in-between his legs. "I could never forget about you, love."

He beamed at that, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer to him. You draped your arms loosely around his neck, your fingers twirling a few strands of his hair around. "Thank you." He pressed his forehead against your abdomen.

"Happy birthday." You leaned down and kissed the crown of his head. "Happy birthday, love."

You watched his shoulders steadily rise and fall with each breath, unable to help but notice that his pace matched yours. "Medina called."

You pulled away momentarily so you could sit down next to him on the bed. "She did? What's she up to?"

"She's down in Hawaii. She got invited to participate in a competition." His voice began to shake slightly and you reached up to brush away a few strands of hair that blocked his face.

"When you get out of here, they'll invite you too. I know they will."

He smiled weakly and took your hands in his. "Will you come with me?"

You nodded and flashed him a bright smile. "Definitely. I go wherever you go, handsome."

A comfortable silence blanketed you two for a moment before he spoke. "Can I have a proper birthday party when I leave?"

You nodded and he rested his head on your shoulder, his forehead pressed against your neck. "We'll have everyone you want there, and I can make that cheesecake you love so much." You sighed softly. "But, as for now, I saw those honey buns you like in the vending machine outside. You want one?"

He nodded and reluctantly lifted his head so he could look into your eyes. "You're too good for me."

"No, I'm just better than who you've had before. I'm far from too good for you, but I try."

He chuckled and rose from the bed, pulling you with him as he made the trek over to the vending machine. "God, I've been craving these things for forever."

Your heart ached at the thought, knowing no one other than you came to visit him and get him something that was far from a luxury in your mind.

You shook the thought from your head and bought four honey buns- one for you and three for him. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" You grabbed the buns from the slot and handed three of them to him.

"I love you. A lot."

You smiled at that, turning to face him fully. "I know. I love you a lot too."

He led you back to his room and he sat down on his bed, his back against the headboard as he crossed his legs in front of him. You sat down next to him and mirrored his position, resting your head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday, my love," you whispered as he took a bite of his first honey bun.

"Thank you, baby." He turned his head and pecked your lips. The artificial honey transferred onto your lips, but his lips tasted even sweeter than the substance. Your eyes fluttered closed and you pressed your lips to his again, longing for another taste.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

"What for?" His free hand cupped the side of your head, his fingers slipping slightly into your hair.

"Everything, I guess. Not visiting you more. Not taking care of you so all of this could be avoided. Not watching you more-"

"Y/N, stop. None of this is your fault." He nuzzled his nose into your hair. "You've visited me more than anyone else has, and that's all that matters. You're here for me, and you care about me."

The tears began to flow freely now. You nuzzled your face into his shoulder and let out a few sobs. “How did I get someone as perfect as you, Jim?” You clutched his shirt and sniffled, taking a few deep breaths.

“I ask myself that question every day. How did I end up with you, lovely?”

His fingers began to massage your scalp and you melted into his touch.

Suddenly, a sniffle sounded and you looked up at him to see a few tears slipping down his face. “Oh, Jimmy, don’t cry.” You quickly reached up and wiped them away, your thumbs lingering on his cheeks afterwards. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that. I made you upset.”

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N. It isn’t your fault.” He flashed you a soft smile. “They’re tears of joy, baby. Because I love you so much and I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I love you too.” The tips of your fingers slowly skimmed over his face, stopping to trace over his lips. “So, so much.” Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment and you focused on his gentle breathing and the soft feeling of his skin under your fingertips, taking in the fact that he was still there with you.

He was still alive.

“Y/N?” he hummed, pulling you back to reality.

A small heat spread across your cheeks and you chuckled, shaking your head softly and opening your eyes to stare into his. “Sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts.” Sitting up, you shifted slightly before draping your legs across his lap, nuzzling your nose into his shoulder. “So, how are you holding up in here?”

A soft sigh slipped past his lips and he kissed the crown of your head. “Boring.” He snaked an arm around your legs and pulled you closer to him. “But everything’s boring without you.”

“Such a sap.” A playful shove was delivered to your arm and you shoved him back. “How are you feeling?”

“Better than I felt when I first got in here.” His teeth found purchase on his lower lip. “I’m just... On edge a lot, I guess.”

You just nodded. “I’m proud of you.”

“Why?”

Your head rose from his shoulder and locked eyes with him. “If I was in your position, I don’t think I could’ve gotten this far.” You offered him a small smile. “You’re strong, love. Much stronger than me.”

His hand cupped your cheek. “You’re the one who kept me going. You’re much stronger. You persevered.”

“We both did.” Your hand took his and led his knuckles to your mouth, pressing soft kisses along the now-smooth skin. “I stayed for you, and you stayed for me.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while, just basking in each other’s presence, letting the peaceful atmosphere wash over you two.

“Y/N?” he whispered. “When I get out of here, Medina is gonna be in Greece.” His fingers lazily played with a strand of your hair. “Can we go and see her?”

You nodded. “Whatever you want, love. I’ll book the flight when I get home.”

“You’re the best, beautiful.”

“Anything for you.” You pecked his lips. “I’d give you everything if I could.”

“You already have.”

And there the two of you sat for hours, thinking of only the future as the past was too far behind you two.

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dyns33 · 4 years ago

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The horsemen, the Queen and the Antichrist

So, a story based on this idea. It’s not great but I hope you will like it.

I’m tagging some people who seemed interested by it, won’t tag again promise : @mikhalxngdon @sexwon131 @jimmason @thewarriorprincessxo @littlegirlsdontplaynice

Since birth, (Y/N) had nightmares. Nothing abnormal in itself, since everyone had nightmares. But, in her dreams, (Y/N) saw the end of time. The world was on fire, living things were suffocating, the sea was turning black and as she stood in the midst of the ruins an evil being slowly approached her. Despite his long cloak, she could see his face better and better after several years. It was not a human face. Four fuzzy shapes followed him, and every time he reached out to grab her, (Y/N) would wake up.

She didn't think her parents would worry so much when she decided to tell them about it. Some dreams were recurring. They could mean something other than what they seemed to say. Maybe she was just nervous, not knowing why. They still preferred that she tell a doctor about it. Everything was fine, until she admitted that sometimes she wondered if these were not premonitory dreams.

"Do you... think you see the future in your dreams ?"

"I do not know, maybe ?" she said timidly.

"And do they often prevent you from sleeping ?"

“Every night I wake up around 3 am. Sometimes I'm so scared that I have a hard time falling back to sleep. Sometimes I can.”

"I see."

Another doctor might have laughed hearing this premonition story, just giving her sleeping pills to fix the problem, but like her parents, he took her case very seriously and advised them to intern her. At least until she started sleeping normally again and realized that dreams were just dreams.

The first few days were difficult for (Y/N), who was lucky enough to meet friends in this awful place. Four boys, interned like her. Crying most of the time, she didn't feel like talking with the others, who kept asking her why she was there, standing very close to her and refusing to leave. Until a book landed hard on their heads.

"Can't you see she wants you to shut up ?! Parasites ! Assholes ! Leave her the fuck alone !"

"Ah, the traitor, flee !" they shouted, running.

"The traitor is fucking you!"

The boy, who looked a bit older than everyone else here, turned to (Y/N) with a grimace that she couldn't make out.

"Sorry about those idiots. They pissed us off when we got there too. They don't understand that not all of us want to talk about our problems."

"Us ?" asked (Y/N).

"Yeah. If you don't want to be alone, but also don't want embarrassing questions asked, you can come with Jim, Richard, Xavier and me. I'm Duncan. But you don't have to. Just know that the others will leave you if you're with us. They don't like us too much. Oh, of course, if you come, avoid the questions too. Especially with Xavier, and don't stare at him."

He was probably saying this because of the burns on Xavier's face, who seemed to appreciate that (Y/N) didn't look at him too long, nor ask him how it happened. She also didn't ask Richard to take off his headphones or show her his drawings, as she let Jim talk to her about the ocean for almost an hour without interrupting. Very quickly, she was adopted by the group. Without her needing to ask, after some weeks, they told her their stories.

“My parents…” Jim muttered. “They wanted us to move out and soon after they got divorced. My dad left, my mom went mad, my sister didn't want to help… I really tried to be brave. I took... stuff that I shouldn't have taken. It was stronger than me, I needed it, to keep going. And it's this shit that has almost killed me. They say it's too dangerous if I stay outside until I'm better. I don't see how I could be better, my family is destroyed, I have no diploma, everyone knows that I'm a drug addict who..."

"Jimmy, calm down." Duncan said, stroking his back. "Only the people of Palos Verdes know that. Look at me, the whole country knows my name. Duncan Shepherd, the traitor who plotted against the president. Even if it was bullshit, I'm screwed. My dear mother who isn't really my mom abandoned me after Bill died. She sent me here, supposedly to cure my alcoholism, but saying it was to punish me for what I had done. I would have preferred to go in jail, but she didn't want to. It's better if everyone think I lost my mind."

"At least you two don't look like a pizza that's been in the oven for too long."

"Xavier..."

"That asshole disfigured me ! I can't go anywhere without someone looking at me like a monster ! I should never have gone to this fucking camp ! Okay, I survived, not like some of my friends , but it's not easy... I'm responsible for their deaths, that was my idea ! And that face reminds me of it every day... I'll never be an actor..."

"Are you having trouble sleeping too ?" Richard then asked (Y/N), without looking at her and without looking at the other boys who were trying to comfort each other, all the while appearing to be having a contest over who was more to be pitied.

"How do you know ?"

"We all have problems sleeping here. Jim has seizures from the drug withdrawal, Duncan drinks too much coffee to relax, Xavier jumps at the slightest noise."

"And... uh ... nothing."

"Me ? It's complicated. Tell me first."

"I dream of the end of the world."

"Ah. Shadows come to attack me while I sleep."

"Looks like you have the most worries."

"Yes, but unlike them, I'm not complaining, I'm used to it." Richard smiled as he continued to draw.

"It's the first time he's said why he's here." Xavier announced, visibly surprised, stopping bickering with the others.

"And that he talks so much." Jim added.

"That must mean he likes you." Duncan sneered.

Richard just blushed, hiding behind his notebook, which made everyone laugh. With them (Y/N) felt good, and they felt better too. More serene. Whenever they could, they were all together in the common room. Then Jim and Richard would go to their bedroom, Duncan and Xavier to their, and (Y/N) was left alone with her nightmares.

They didn't stop, on the contrary. More violent, more detailed, the screams of the victims echoing in (Y/N)'s head, she could see balls of fire falling from the sky, and the man with the demonic face was still there, smiling. His lips were moving, he was saying something, but she couldn't hear him. Or she didn't understand. It was like whispering, in a language she didn't know. And those four shapes behind him were becoming more threatening. (Y/N) would wake up screaming, which annoyed other patients and nurses. A little for fun, a little seriously, Xavier asked her if she wanted to sleep with them.

"Quietly you come to one of our rooms and share one of our beds. No weird stuff, I promise ! But, since Jim is already sleeping with Richard, you..."

"Shut up !" Jim growled. "We don't sleep together ! I scare the shadows, that's all !"

"Yeah yeah Jimmy, if you say so."

"It's nice, but I don't want us to get in trouble if someone sees me." said (Y/N). "I will come if something is wrong..."

"Do you have a premonition ?" Richard asked very seriously, looking at her.

"I… I don't know. He's getting closer and closer. I feel like he's very close now."

"If anyone tries to hurt you, we'll protect you." Duncan promised her.

It happened faster than they thought. On a stormy night, (Y/N) had the same dream again, but when she opened her eyes to escape the man, she found him in front of her, by her bed. He wasn't wearing his cloak, his face looked human, but she knew it was him. Screaming, she threw her blankets at him before fleeing down the hall, calling for help. No one answered. Arrived in the boys' quarters, Jim and Richard heard her, coming out of their room to see what was going on.

"He's here ! He's here !"

"What ? Who ?"

"The demon is here ! He... He is going to..."

"Breathe."

"What is happening ?!" Duncan asked as he opened his door, Xavier standing behind him.

"The creature of her dreams is here."

"Shit. Come inside ! Quick !" Xavier ordered.

He knew how to escape killers. He'd been through it before, even if he hadn't done very well. Quickly, he put their beds in front of the door, along with a chair, so no one could enter. The window was always closed, no one could pass through. He then asked everyone to stay in a corner, quietly. He jumped anyway when someone tried to open the door. This lasted until Jim started to cry as he hugged (Y/N), Richard taking them both in his arms, while Duncan and Xavier stood in front of them, ready to fight. The silence was worse. They didn't know what to expect. The improvised barricade suddenly moved, as if by magic, across the room and the door opened.

"Good evening." the man said calmly. "Sorry for scaring you. I'm coming for my queen."

"If you get close, I'll kick your ass !" Duncan threatened him.

"You won't touch her ! We won't let you hurt her."

"War, Pestilence, calm down." the man purred, raising his hands. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. On the opposite. I'm coming to fix everything."

"Pestilence ?! Are you calling me that ? Are you making fun of me because of my burns ?!"

"Not at all my valiant horseman. I find you very beautiful, you fully assume your true form. You display your bad luck on your face. But reassure yourself, you will not suffer anymore, it will be the others who will suffer your revenge."

"Fuck you. He's trying to coax us so we'll let him go near (Y/N)."

"You say that because of this man, aren't you ?" sang the demon. "Blake ? He's dead but he still haunts you, like those shadows that haunt Death every night. If it's any comfort to you, he's stranded in Redwood where he will stay until the end, then my Father will take care of him personally for what he did to you. He will take care of Madam Shepherd, who locked my poor War in this place. He will punish those who have harmed my sweet Famine. Don't cry dear little horseman. Do not be afraid. You're protecting your queen, I understand, but she like you have nothing to fear from me."

What he said didn't make sense to them, but the voices whispered to (Y/N) to trust him. In her nightmares, he killed everyone, but not her. And the four forms...

"You are the Antichrist." she said slowly.

"Yes my Queen. You can call me Michael. It's time. I need you to fulfill my destiny. We will be happy together and no more bad dreams will come to torture you."

"You won't take her from us !" Jim shouted then, sticking to her. "Don't let him come near !"

"We don't really have a choice. He's powerful."

The boys looked at Richard, who was staring at the ceiling. The shadows were there, shaking, watching Michael in dread. They were afraid of him and Richard understood that if he wanted to be free, to be at peace, he had to follow this man. If they all wanted to live, again, they all had to follow him.

"I won't force you, my horsemen, but you know deep down that's what you have to do."

"If I understand everything..." Duncan said. "We have to help you destroy the world. Then what ? What happens to us ? What are you doing to do to (Y/N) ? You say she's your queen, does that mean we can't see her anymore ? Are you going to kill us ?"

"Ah War, I love your passion. After the Apocalypse, we will all live in a safe and wonderful place. The Sanctuary. You can do whatever you want. Of course you can also see (Y/N)."

"Not the jealous type ?" Xavier sneered.

"No. You are all a part of me. I belong to my queen and therefore you belong to her too. She is free to do whatever she wants. (Y/N) ? What do you think ? Do you want to us ?"

Slowly, as in her dream, Michael approached her, holding out his hand, waiting for her to take it. The four boys were also waiting, not knowing what they wanted her to do. They would follow her no matter what. (Y/N) wasn't sure she wanted the end of the world. But she had always dreamed of it, it seemed inevitable. She was happy to know that she wasn't crazy, as everyone thought. She didn't want to stay in this asylum, let alone have her friends stay there because of her. So she took the hand of the Antichrist and the nightmare finally ended.

#american horror story apocalypse #house of cards #The Tribes of Palos Verdes #ahs 1984 #the last time i saw richard #michael langdon #Duncan Shepherd #Jim Mason #xavier plympton #richard #michael langdon fanfiction #duncan shepherd fanfiction #jim mason fanfiction #xavier plympton fanfiction

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langdxn · 5 years ago

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// masterlist //

💋 = smut // 😬 = angst // 💖 = fluff

michael langdon

series

salvation | outpost!michael x reader 😬💖💋 (*ALMOST* FINISHED)

An unexpected delivery of apples arrives at Outpost 3 — but why?

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v

the drug in me is you | outpost!michael x reader 😬💋 (INCOMPLETE)

Michael’s wife attempts suicide and he resolves to fix things.

part i | part ii

dance macabre | sojourn!michael x reader 😬💖 (INCOMPLETE)

Michael’s sojourn leads him to the Hotel Cortez.

part i | part ii

blasphemy | fire and reign!michael x reader 😬 (INCOMPLETE)

The Robichaux massacre leaves one survivor.

part i | part ii

sanctum | outpost!michael x reader 💖😬

What happened in the 18 months before Michael arrived at Outpost 3.

part i | part ii

full moon | michael cullen (twilight crossover) 😬

As Michael Langdon lays dying, a black Mercedes approaches.

prologue

one-shots

absolution | sojourn!michael x reader 💖

Michael’s sojourn leads him onto a different path - the path to wedded bliss.

devotion | fire and reign!michael x reader 💋

At the first Cooperative meeting, Michael gets familiar with one delegate.

infamy | outpost!michael x reader 💋

It’s Michael’s birthday and you have a surprise for him. He has one of his own.

prompts

murder house!michael

meeting violet 😬

grunge!michael

wet dream 💋 // catching grunge!michael masturbating 💋

shorts 💋💖 // spin the bottle 💖

first time 💋💖 // adult store 💖

sexting 💋// interrupted 💋

meet the parents 💋 // lying is the most fun... 💋

on the spot 💋💖 // killing strangers 😬

hawthorne!michael

stop teasing me so much 💋 // flexible 💋

daddy & choking kink 💋 // belong 💋

sojourn!michael

if i have to pull over... 💋 // food play 💋

louder than that 💋 // i’m the one to blame 😬

fire and reign!michael

full 💋 // praise kink 💋

mommy kink 💋💖 // if you leave the house wearing that 💋

meeting his ex 😬 // pregnant fiancée 😬

twins 💖

outpost!michael

breeding kink 💋 // bite me 💖

degrading & choking 💋 // if i have to stop... 💖

you’re not going out in that outfit 💋 // you tell me you love me 😬

blood play 💋 // fingering 💋

sit on my face 💋 // you look real pretty when you cry 💋

beg me 💋 // you’re a fighter 💋

i don’t want to lose you 💋💖 // spanking 💋

punishment 😬💖 // escape 😬

virgin 💋 // knees 💋

learn your place 💋 // making up 💋

don’t close your eyes 💋

personal jesus 💋

man-flu 💖

praying for time 😬

stages of michael

breed me 💋 // pubic hair 💋

daddy 💋 // pregnancy 💋💖

michael and a paranoid s/o 💋💖😬

giving birth 💖 // adult store 💋

raising children 💖

AU characters

michael gatsby headcanons 😬

misc

michael langdon playlist

xavier plympton

series

watching 😬

Xavier’s struggling with the afterlife.

part i | part ii

one-shots

wouldn’t it be good 😬💖

Xavier is the only living occupant of Camp Redwood. Mortality is getting to him.

kinks

hair pulling 💋 // murder kink 💋

song prompts

you spin me right round 💖 // easy lover 💋

addicted to love 💋 // i want to know what love is 😬

love bites 💋 // space age love song 😬

i was made for loving you 💖

careless whisper 😬

prompts

mine 💋 // time me 💋

behind a tree 💋 // shame 😬

gone 😬 // open your mouth 💋

twins 💖 // sitting on my lap 💋

duncan shepherd (house of cards)

punk!duncan

fugazi vs vanilla 💋 // impatience 💋

prompts

go your own way 😬 // knife kink 💋

submissive 💋 // face sitting 💋 // friends with benefits 💋

pregnancy sex 💋

song prompts

before you go 😬 // missing you 😬💖

jim mason (the tribes of palos verdes)

i have always been a storm 😬

the night we met 😬

prompts

just like that 💖💋 // coming home 💋💖

marked 💖

emo!jim

cute without the e 💋 // broken condom 💋

richard (the last time i saw richard)

prompts

likewise 💖😬 // can’t sleep 💋

snapped 💋 // play with me 💋

parenthood 💖 // rage 💋

andy dolan (eden)

one-shots

incognito 💋😬💖

asks

breeding/pregnancy/rough/aftercare 💋💖

cody fern

prompts

cody x ahs actress headcanons 💖

can you hear me 😬 // too far gone 😬

castaway 💋 // make it right 😬

wrap party 💖 // ahs meetings 💖

all cody’s characters

squirting 1 💋 // squirting 2 💋

breeding kink 💋💖

cheating 😬💖 // pregnancy 💋💖

adult store 💋 // tattoos and body image 💋💖

michael and duncan - breeding kink 💋

richard and jim - soft dom 💋

sleepwalking and sleep talking 💖

nipple piercings 💋 // lap dance 💋

tongue piercing 💋 // wedding dress shopping 💖

chronic pain 💖 // father’s day 💖

hickeys 💋 // coming out 💖

punk!codys pregnancy part 1 💖 // part 2 💖

alternative s/o 💖 // clingy s/o 💖

bedroom volume 💋 // horror movies 💖

richard and jim - sharing s/o 💖

meeting the in-laws 💖

walking in on them naked 💋

fistfights 😬

walking in on them masturbating 💋

shaved head 💖 // big butts 💋

teenage daughter dating 💖

holding hands during sex 💋

kai anderson

prompts

rules are rules 💋 // take it slow 💋

democratic monsters 😬 // 2am 💋

answer the phone 💋

public 💋 // shower 💋 // netflix 💋

no small talk 💋 // breeding kink 💋

hickeys 💋 // pregnancy 💖💋

resilience 💋 // overstimulation 💋

breeding kink + hands 💋

pastor charles aftermath 😬💖

james march

prompts

shush 💋😬 // cane 💋

la petit mort 💋 // maid’s outfit 💋

braces 💋 // breeding kink 💋

riding 💋 // mirror 💋

tate langdon

prompts

desk 💋 // kinks 💋

stan bowes

oneshots

off the record 💋

evan peters

evan’s AHS characters

pregnancy 💋💖 // being topped 💋

hickeys 💖💋 // blowjobs 💋

choking 💋 // naked 💋

aftercare 💋💖 // jealousy 💋

baby’s birth 💖

gf drunk kissing girl 💋

daddy 💋 // protective 💖

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