#cody fern fan fiction

[i-tramonti-che-non-tramontano]

Just published the first chapter of my new fan fiction, Cody Fern related! If you want to give it a try and give me some feedbacks, I'd really appreciate it🤍

[austinstyles]

Could you write a The Tribes of Palos Verdes Jim Mason x reader, the reader is sort of on the outside at school, they fit into any group and don’t really have problems with anyone. The only downside is their parents are divorced and they have the whole house to themselves for most of the year. Jim and the reader have to do a project together. Jim gets to know them and realize the rumors about them aren’t true. They become his getaway from his family most of the time.

Understanding each other.

Hey anon I love this request idea so I definitely know I want to do this. I tried my best. I hope you’re happy with what I wrote. And I am excited to write for Cody Fern as Jim Mason.

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: you and Jim become friends and start helping each other being each other’s escape with what’s going on in each other’s lives.

At school

Y/n pov

In my school I fit in with everyone. But my life is not as perfect as some people at school think it is. My good friends I have and hang out with are aware of my actual reality. At school i fit in with everyone basically.in my home it is just me and my dad. My mom lives in Colorado. My parents are divorced. amThe divorce happened when I was 8 years old. And now I am 16 years old, but at home it’s lonely. My dad is always at work. So it feels like my house is always empty. But it’s nice to have a empty house and hang out with my friends alone in.

In the real world time I am sitting in the hallway of my school doing some reading in my favorite book. Reading is my escape and feels good to just not have to be present in the real world. It is a free period for me so it’s nice to be in the world of my book.

Time skip

I heard the school bell ring telling everyone that class is starting. So I get up form where my butt had been sitting and got up to get to my next class. It was history class, when my body is standing outside my history class room I open the door and get to my seat. Everyone in my class comes in. Soon the whole class room is field with all my classes mates.

The teacher stared the lesson and was going on about that we are doing a history project. As the teacher is telling everyone who there duo is on the project, I herd my partner was Jim Mason. Actually did not mind this at all, he seems nice as I look at him sitting two desks behind me. Heard him and his family moved her to LA 6 months ago. The hole class lesson about the work for this project. American revolution.

When class was done I decided to make a plan with Jim to finish this project. After getting out of the class room I found Jim standing by his locker, deciding that I can ask him to work on our school project together today if he had the possibility.

We make a plan to work together after school at my house. Soon after we talk thankfully school day was almost done. I just personally haven’t been motivated when considering school for a few months now, but I have to push myself to focus and finish. ( note From writer. skip to when project was done and Jim and y/n are friends.)

Time skip months forwarded.

All in all we became each other’s supporters for everything in our lives. I was so sad when I heard Jim was found dead at the beach.

Thanks for reading. I am finally done with this. Sorry for rushing the story I was just done with it. Take care everyone. And maybe my next one I post I won’t be rushing it to be done. Have a great day.

🩷🙂🌸🖤👍🏻

Grace

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[justabrokenheartedangel]

I love this so much thank you @starlightlangdon you're so talented & amazing, I'm glad you liked my idea & love how you expanded on it, also can't wait for your other soft jimmy blurb! 😭🩷 made my day <3

Off The Grid | 18+ to read

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Medina, I’m fine!”

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

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

“Y/n?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I got all your favorites.”

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

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

“Can I come in?”, you ask softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You got something right here..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh I missed hearing that..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ever heard of Cody Fern?”

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Hey admin - I'm really sorry you have to experience this. You seem like a nice person that works hard to keep this blog going. From the start you do your best to keep the atmosphere fun and healthy. We finally have a blog about Evan where we can discuss anything without the fear of getting attacked. I also don't understand why others have to bother you when you're just minding your own business. But you know what they say: if they hate you for no reason, it means you're doing something right. Btw - I think I got blocked by gftwd... and I wasn't even following her on her new blog... Reading what you wrote made me realize how toxic some Evan fans are. I also don't get witchykittens reaction when you posted about Evan and Haley. Why suddenly attack cause he's possibly dating someone? I'm a fan of Evan and he's my celebrity crush (him and Cody Fern) but it's all just for fun. My friend and I joke about it sometimes, but at the end of the day I move on with my life and I know how to draw the line between fiction and reality. I think some have an unhealthy obsession with him and his love life. Just know that most of us respect you and don't let these bullies get to you. There will always be haters that will try anything to bring you down. Stand above them. I'm going through a difficult time because of some family members and this blog is my escapism. So keep doing you admin and ignore the haters 💖

hey, it really means a lot to me that us having fun discussions and sharing gossip can be a little escape for us all when things get hectic. i promise you that won’t change! i really do appreciate people engaging and making this atmosphere welcoming for all. bullies resent this and over-involved fans get mad when they can’t control the conversation to appease their fantasies. i realize now that as this blog grows there’s no way to avoid the few people who hate-follow me and send me negative messages. i just delete and move along.

sending you best wishes ❤️

[manyimaginativemuses]

Small Bump - Chapter 10

Rating: M+

Warnings: HERE IS AN EXTRA LONG CHAPTER CUZ IT’S BEEN A HOT MINUTE SINCE I POSTED!!!

Read on AO3

Despite his own fears, Michael continued to stay close to Lucy for the next few weeks. The only times he left her alone were when she went to the bathroom and when he got phone calls from the Cooperative. Lucy was beginning to get curious about this newfound affection. Michael had always been protective of her, especially when she was pregnant, but this was starting to border on clingy. She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable with it, in fact she rather enjoyed the extra attention, but it was worrying her a bit given how it was slightly out of character for him.

Another time when Lucy managed to get away during those clingy weeks was when she wanted to see Melanie and Ally. Melanie’s pregnancy was progressing exactly as planned and she was over the moon about it. Unfortunately for Lucy, her pregnancy wasn’t exactly normal. Not only was she still experiencing the extreme morning sickness (if one could even call it that since it lasted all day), but her nights were slowly but surely being filled with nightmares. Every night, Lucy was having heart stoppingly terrifying nightmares. They ranged from her normal fears of heights and spiders to her darker, more twisted fears of Michael and her children dying or ruling hell. Lucy had her head in her hands as she explained all this to Melanie and Ally as they sat in her living room. As Melanie’s due date got closer and closer, Lucy wanted to be with her best friend more often, and that afternoon she decided to bring Ally along with her so all her friends could meet up.

“Have you been able to get any sleep with these crazy ass dreams?” Melanie asked, handing Lucy a cup of her ginger tea as the redhead let out a heavy sigh.

“Well yeah, but I just keep waking up with overwhelming anxiety. Michael’s presence definitely helps but then again, it’s also not helping at the same time. Some mornings I wake up and my depression is just kicking my ass, and he’s almost suffocating with how much affection he gives me.” Lucy explained with a chuckle.

“I find it funny how just a few weeks ago, you were complaining that you didn’t see him enough. Now that you got your wish, you’re complaining that you’re seeing him too much.” Ally said with a laugh, “But I get where you’re coming from. When I was pregnant with Oz, my emotions were all over the place. One minute I wanted my wife as close as possible, the next I wanted nothing to do with her.”

“The thing is I don’t know how to handle it. I wasn’t like this during any of my previous pregnancies. Like this time around, everything is heightened so much more than normal for me. I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that I’m carrying twins?” Lucy then grabbed a pencil and her sketchbook off the side table, drawing Michael’s eyes as a way to calm her nerves. Melanie felt her heart ache for her friend. She reached over and took Lucy’s hand, pressing it to her belly where her child was moving.

“Luce, just think, in a few weeks you’ll be feeling this yourself. Just focus on that. Focus on the two beautiful little lives inside you. Forget about everything else that’s upsetting you… Just think of them.” Melanie’s words made Lucy tear up. Her hormones were continuing to make her emotional, and to hear her friend say such sweet words was making her weak. She took her hand back and pressed it against her own belly. At 15 weeks, she had really started to pop. Since she was so skinny and short to begin with, her belly was quite obvious when compared to how it used to be. Lucy could sense the energy of her twins under her hand. She could feel their rapid pulses and when she closed her eyes to enhance the sensations, the lights in the room began to flicker. Books suddenly flew off the shelves and all the candles in the room simultaneously came alight.

“What the hell?!” Melanie gasped at the sudden display of power. Ally couldn’t stop staring at Lucy as she realized it was coming from her. She swallowed dryly as the idea that Lucy’s sudden strange powers were connected to the Cooperative somehow popped into Ally’s head. After all, if the Cooperative controlled everything, how else other than magic could that be accomplished?

“Lucy!” Ally shouted and Lucy snapped out of her haze. The candles extinguished all at once and everything finally stood still. The two other women stared at Lucy as if she had a second head. Lucy quirked her eyebrow in confusion as she frantically scanned the room.

“Uhhh…. Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked. She had basically tuned out of reality when her senses heightened. Her magic had spiralled out of control in that moment and she hadn’t even realized it.

“Lucy, are you ok?” Ally asked, both nervously and curiously. If being a part of the Cooperative gave someone magical abilities, Ally definitely wanted to be the leader of the group even more than before. This strange situation only further fueled Ally in her dark plan.

“I’m fine? Why, what happened?”

“Luce, you didn’t just see all those books fly off the shelves and the candles suddenly light themselves out of nowhere?” Melanie said, just as confused as Ally was.

“No?” Lucy then looked beside her, spotting books strewn all across the floor. It was then that she realized her powers had gone haywire while she tried to sense her children. There were a few moments of awkward silence before a sudden wave of nausea gripped at Lucy’s stomach. She ran past her friends and vomited into the toilet violently. In her mind, Lucy was more confused than ever. Not only had her powers gone out of control, but the second she came back to herself, she couldn’t stop herself from puking up everything she had in her stomach. When she finally stopped getting sick, Lucy sat back on her heels and putting her head in her hands.

“What the hell are you two doing to me?” She whispered as she gently rubbed her belly, trying to understand all the strange chaos.

“Lucy?” Ally’s voice piped up as she knocked on the door, “Lucy are you ok in there?”

“I’m fine! I’m fine, really…” Lucy called out as Melanie put her hand on Ally’s shoulder and gestured toward the door.

“Hey Luce, I think Ally and I are gonna go back to my place. She said she would help me set up the crib. So if you feel better later, feel free to come by alright?” Melanie shouted and Lucy sighed heavily.

“Yep. That’s fine. You kids go have fun.” Lucy said with a weak laugh as Melanie and Ally promptly left the apartment. A few moments later, Lucy finally got her strength back and stood up, grabbing onto the towel rack for support as she was still a bit woozy. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she immediately became worried. She was even more pale than normal, her freckles seemingly more noticeable as well. Her multicolored eyes seemed to have lost their trademark sparkle and somehow, she was even skinnier than she was before she was pregnant. It was then that she also really started to wonder what her pregnancy was doing to her abilities. She’d never really used them before except for when they were really necessary. However, the fact that they just went crazy for almost no reason made Lucy concerned as to what could possibly happen as her pregnancy progressed. She felt like in order to get them back under control, she needed to start putting them to use. Maybe by releasing the pent up magical energy, it would spare her from dramatic accidents later on.

When Michael returned later that evening, he was surprised to find Lucy with a large spell book in her lap. She had her long red hair pulled back as she focused intensely on the book in front of her.

“And just what exactly has triggered my soulmate to FINALLY investigate her abilities?” Michael asked as he approached. He could sense the power in the air as he got closer. The sheer strength she possessed was making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Lucy looked up when she heard his voice, a gentle smile crossing her face.

“Something happened earlier with Melanie and Ally. I think the twins are affecting my abilities and I just want to make sure I’m not losing them completely.” Lucy explained, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’ve been waiting for so long to truly help you with your power. You’re the only one equal to me in that respect, but you barely know how to use said power. I’ve been craving to teach you how to become the Supreme I know you’re meant to be.” Michael said with a smile, sitting beside her on the bed. He glanced at the spells she was looking at, quirking an eyebrow at how advanced the spells were, “Ok, so those kinds of spells might be a little too hard for you right now. Why don’t we start off with something simpler?” He suggested, closing the book all together. Lucy looked at him, confused for a moment, before he picked up the pen she had been using to take notes. He then held it in front of her, resting it in his palm.

“Move this pen with your mind. Throw it across the room.” Michael commanded and Lucy blinked as she stared at the pen. It wasn’t long before she felt energy building under her skin. Her body felt like it was vibrating as all of a sudden, the pen flew out of Michael’s hand and smacked straight into the door. Michael couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped him at this feat.

“Very good, Lucinda! Now I already know you’re proficient in pyrokinesis,” As he said that, Lucy smirked in agreement as all of the candles in the room spontaneously lit up from her magic. Michael chuckled at this display before speaking again, “How about you give this a try: control my mind. Force me to do something against my will.” His demand made Lucy a bit concerned.

“A-are you sure? I’m not sure I’ll be able to do that.”

“Lucinda, my Precious Starlight, you are definitely strong enough to do that. Now make me do something. Control my mind.” He demanded again and Lucy swallowed dryly. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the bond she shared with Michael. She felt the buzzing under her skin increase as she searched through their bond. Once she got a good grip on it, Lucy felt the air leave the room as she tried to control his mind… To force him to do the one thing she’d always asked of him but he’d never done. Michael soon felt a presence in his mind, forcing his self control out the window. Soon enough, he was revealing his true face, his skin paling and his eyes turning black as the White Faced Demon was forced to the front lines.

“Lucinda…” Michael’s voice was deeper and trembling with fear as Lucy opened her eyes. She gasped as she gazed upon his true face… The face of the White Faced Demon, “Lucinda, what have you done?!” Michael whispered as he pulled away from her. Lucy then grabbed his hand, forcing him to look at her by using her control over him.

“Michael… I’m not scared of you.” She whispered, trying to soothe him as she stared into his empty black eyes, “I love you, my darling. I love every single part of you and this is the one side of you you’ve always refused to show me. You said to force you to do something. I forced you to bare your entire soul to me.” Lucy reached over and cupped his white face in her hands, her finger tracing the bloody pentagram on his forehead. Michael was trembling under her touch as if he was trying to hold something back, “I love both the beauty and the beast, the man and the demon… Michael and The Antichrist. And now, I finally see all of you.” Lucy said, finally releasing her control on him. His face immediately turned back to normal and his eyes turned blue once more. He stared at her with a look of both shock and adoration clear on his face.

“I thought you hated that side of me…” He muttered and Lucy shook her head.

“Not anymore. I used to be terrified of that side of you. I was worried about what you were capable of… But I learned over time that no matter what, you are my soulmate.” She took his hand and placed it on her belly, allowing him to feel the sheer energy of their children inside her, “You’re also the father of my children. I chose you to love and father my children. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to that.” Lucy’s words made Michael let out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry… I’m just not exactly used to this kind of compassion. You’re pretty much the only person who’s shown me this kind of kindness without wanting anything in return. Even though we’ve been together for years, I’m still shocked by you quite often.” Michael said with a dark laugh. Lucy just smiled and caressed his cheek while he pressed his hand more firmly on her belly.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you.” Lucy said and Michael nodded in response, “I’m sorry I forced you into revealing your true face.”

“No… It’s fine. I asked you to control my mind. You did what I asked of you. If you’d like, we can continue. After all, you are the Supreme.” Michael teased after pulling himself back together. Lucy just laughed at him and shook her head.

“How the hell can you do that? You have an emotional outburst one moment and the next you’re suddenly calm and collected again.” Lucy scoffed. Michael simply just rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“I think it might be because I’m not entirely human. But then again, it might just be the way I am, darling.” He winked at her, causing Lucy to laugh.

“Fine. Ok. What else do you want me to dor?” She asked as she crossed her arms.

“There’s a specific book somewhere in this room. A book that happens to be my favorite book from when I was a child. I’ve never told you the name of this book, but I want you to find it. I want you to sense where the book is in this room and bring it back to me.” Michael explained. Lucy narrowed her eyes, unsure of how or even if she’d be able to do that. Regardless, she nodded and closed her eyes, trying to hone in on the book Michael was talking about. Suddenly, it seemed as if all the noise in the room was silenced. The entire room went completely silent except for the sound of a soft pulse. When Lucy opened her eyes, she stood up and followed the sound of the pulse. Walking across the room to a small wooden bookcase, Lucy pushed past other books and found the source of the noise. She pulled the small book out and looked at the cover, letting out a laugh of surprise when she read the title.

“Peter Pan? Really?!” Lucy asked as she held out the book and Michael nodded with a laugh.

“I was not really allowed to be a child, Lucinda. Just the idea of a boy being lucky enough to stay a child forever was basically a dream for me.” Michael shrugged. Lucy just shook her head again before hopping in the bed beside him.

“No matter how much I think I know you, you always find new ways to surprise me.” Lucy laughed and Michael smirked in response.

“I’m always full of surprises.” He winked at her again before taking her hand in his, “The next test might be a bit difficult, seeing that you’re pregnant. I’m not even sure if you should attempt this just yet.”

“Why, is it dangerous?”

“No, not at all. It’s just that I’m unsure if it will work since you’re carrying two other lives inside you. It’s called Transmutation, which is just a fancy way of saying Teleportation.” He explained and Lucy quirked an eyebrow. She’d always seen Michael teleport anywhere he wanted, but she was unsure if she could do it herself.

“Well it’s worth a try. After all, in order to be a Supreme, I have to complete the Seven Wonders right?” She took a deep breath and focused on the inside of their closet. She envisioned the walk in closet in her minds eye, noting every little detail before forcing herself to project her body into that space. Soon enough, Lucy vanished from the bed and reappeared inside the dark closet. Her first instinct was to check on her children, her hands flying to her small belly. She let out a sigh of relief when she felt their presences still nestled deep within her womb.

“Lucinda?” Michael called out, a bit shocked that she had managed to do it. Lucy opened the closet door with a smile, laughing softly when she saw Michael’s surprised expression, “Well I’ll be damned! Nice work, my love.” He stood up from the bed and approached her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in for a kiss. She happily kissed back for a moment before tapping him on the nose with her index finger.

“I’m always full of surprises, Michael.” She teased, throwing his own words back at him, “What’s next? There’s two more wonders to complete.” She asked but Michael’s face fell in response.

“The last two of the Seven Wonders will have to wait until after the twins are born. These two wonders deal with the balance between life and death. If done improperly or failed completely, you could die. I know for a face that your pregnancy could alter the outcome of these tests, so we’ll wait on those strengths until after our family is finally complete.” Michael’s words made Lucy blink in confusion but despite her confusion, she did understand where he was coming from. He wanted to protect all three of them. Lucy simply nodded in response before taking Michael’s hand and putting it on top of her belly. He smiled as she did so, his thumb lovingly stroking the rounded skin.

“You know, despite knowing the fact that nothing could ever possibly hurt you, I’m still terrified I’ll lose you in childbirth.” Michael’s voice went quiet as more of his fears bubbled to the surface. It seemed to Lucy that the longer they were in the Sanctuary, the more Michael dropped his dark Antichrist persona around her. Many times Lucy heard him angrily yelling on the phone in his domineering tone only to revert back to the young teenage boy she had fallen in love with the second he hung up the phone. She was probably the only person left alive that saw Michael this way.

She also was the only one who knew how deadly serious he was about his childbirth fears.

“Michael, I’m not gonna die in childbirth. These babies are gonna come out safely and without a hitch, I promise you.”

“You don’t know that. What if something goes wrong? What if I’m not able to bring you back?” He started to panic as his fears began to consume him but Lucy simply took his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.

“Michael, listen to me, I’m not like your mother. Our children won’t kill me. Our twins may be the children of the Antichrist, but they’re not Antichrists themselves. We’re going to raise them better than you were. They won’t be consumed by the darkness that lives within both of us.” Lucy’s words made Michael let out a shaky sigh. She was right… She was always right…

“Forgive me for being anxious. It’s just that neither of us have had the best experiences with this sort of thing.” Michael gave a weak smile and rested her forehead against his.

“We’re gonna be ok… We’re all gonna be ok.”

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[fernfiction]

Masterlist

(All include smut unless mentioned)

(will be updated as and when)

Michael Langdon

Fire&Reign Michael & Corruption Kink

Fire&Reign Michael & Corruption Kink part 2

Outpost Michael x Reader

Outpost Michael reaches reader how to masturbate

Michael x Reader - Lactation Kink

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Jim Mason

Jim taking readers virginity

Jim Mason x Reader - Soft Smut

Baby daddy Jim x Reader

Jim Mason x Reader - Boat Party Sex

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Duncan Shepherd

Duncan x Reader - Dick worship

Duncan x Reader - Rough jealous sex

Duncan x Andy x Reader Threesome

Faking an orgasm with Duncan

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Xavier Plympton

Xavier helping reader with a panic attack - No smut

Xavier x Reader - Sub Xavier at the studio

Xavier x Reader - Enemies to Lovers

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Andy Dolan

Sir - Andy x Reader

Andy x Duncan x Reader Threesome

[chloelucia13]

Come Back to Me

Pairing: Xavier x reader

Request: “ Hi hi! Could I please request an Xavier x reader thing? Where its after the attack where he was locked in the oven, and instead of dying he runs out of there and to the house of his girlfriend, who didn't wanna go to redwood bc of everything that went down, and just basic fluffy comfort for my baby, and reader helping him heal with his anxiety and possible PTSD after the incident, and bringing up his confidence with his burnt face..My baby deserves it! Thanks!! ♡” 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, some medical terminology ig? some COMFORT FOR XAVIER BECAUSE HE NEEDS IT

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I really hope I did it justice!!

Tags: @sexuallyconfusedspacedragon456​

God, you were so fucking stupid.

You had been so adamant about not going to that cursed place, where so many people had met their end. You had begged him to stay home, knowing that you couldn’t go with him. You couldn’t bear stepping foot in that place.

Now, you wished you would’ve gone with him.

You were curled up on the couch, right next to the phone, as you half-watched the shows that were on TV.

Your mind was so busy with worries of what he was hoping, what would happen to him, that you couldn’t even focus on anything other than your thoughts. Not only were you worried of what could happen to him, you were worried of what he would do. 

Now, you weren’t worried about him cheating or anything like that, you knew he would never do that to you. What you were worried about was him relapsing, falling into that pit that only drugs could distract him from, only to pull him deeper into that same pit. 

You were spiraling, you had been ever since he stepped out the door, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

The only thing that paused it was a knock on the door. 

You nearly leaped from your seat on the couch, pushing yourself onto your feet and hurrying over to the door, yanking it open as your heart pounded in your chest.

Immediately, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a head rest on your shoulder. “Xavier?” you whispered, gripping onto the lapels of his jacket, the pungent scent of burnt skin invading your nose.

“I’m so scared, Y/N,” Xavier sobbed into your shoulder, holding you so tightly you thought you may burst.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Come inside, let me make you some tea.”

He nodded, letting you lead him into the living room. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“E-Everything.”

You nodded slowly, helping him sit down onto the couch. As you tried to pull away, he tugged you closer, gripping your shirt in his fists. “Xav-”

“Please don’t look at me. Don’t let me go.”

“Don’t look at you?” You gently skimmed your fingers up and down the length of his back, trying to calm him down. “Why don’t you want me to look at you?”

“He-he ruined me! He ruined my life!”

“Who did?” You froze. “Did... Did Blake find you?”

“He... He won’t be a problem.” You were about to open your mouth to press him further, but he spoke again. “Mr. Jingles came back.”

“Mr. Jingles? That killer from the 70′s?”

“He escaped from the mental hospital. He-he came back to kill everyone. Ray’s dead. Blake’s dead. Chet fell into a spike pit.”

All the breath left your lungs. “We need to call the police,” you gasped out finally, slipping from his grip and picking the phone up off the receiver. You quickly dialed 911, hands shaking so violently that you had to start over a few times.The moment you heard the operator speak through the phone, you rushed out the situation and begged for them to hurry.

Once the phone connected back to the receiver, Xavier reached out and took your hand in his. “It’s all over, Xavier. You don’t have to be scared anymore.” You squeezed his hand and looked down at your interlocked hands, your stomach immediately churning when you saw burns and blisters decorating his skin. Your eyes slowly skimmed up his clothed arm, all the way up to his neck and then his face.

A strangled gasp fell from your lips and you raised your free hand to cup his burnt cheek. “W-What did he do to you?” you choked out, tears beginning to streak down your cheeks.

“He threw me in an oven,” he voiced softly, his lower lip quivering. “I’m a monster now.”

You shook your head, taking a step closer so your chest was pressed against his. “No, you’re not.”

“Look at me, Y/N. How... How could you love me again?”

“Don’t ever say that.” You slipped your other hand from his grip to cup his other cheek. “I love you no matter what. You’re still the same boy I love.”

He shook his head, letting out a soft sob. “Why?”

“Because I don’t care what you look like, or what you’ve gone through. All that matters is that you’re here with me and you’re the kind soul that you’ve always been.” He leaned forward, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. You held him close, whispering kind words to him as you led him over to the couch. “But, you do need to go to the hospital.”

He shook his head. “I can’t let people see me like this. I-I can’t. Please.”

With a small sigh, you nodded. “Okay. I’ll try and do what I can tonight, but you have to go in tomorrow. Okay? It’ll only be worse if we don’t treat it as fast as possible.”

He nodded, letting you slip away from him so you could go and grab some lotion and aloe vera. The entire time, he sat rigidly on the couch with his gaze set straight ahead on nothing in particular.

“Xavier?”

He snapped out of his trance at your words, turning to look at you. “Y-Yeah?”

You gave him a sympathetic look, kneeling down in front of him. “Can you take off your clothes for me? I’m guessing you’re burnt everywhere.”

He nodded slowly, slipping off his jacket and shirt before tugging off his slacks. His movements were laborious and slow, his face scrunched up in pain with each small movement. Once he was fully naked, and you were able to see the extent of his injuries, your fingers traced along his charred skin. 

“It’s a good thing you kept your clothes on. If you didn’t, the burns would’ve been much worse.” You gently pressed your fingers against the skin of his stomach. “The burns on your hands and face seem to be some extreme second degree burns, but the burns on the rest of your body seem to be first degree burns, maybe bordering on second degree.” 

His eyes lingered on you the entire, your presence almost a natural painkiller. You made him forget the pain, forget everything that happened to him.

You slathered aloe vera on your hands. “This is probably gonna sting a bit,” you warned, standing up and hovering your hands over his shoulders. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

A harsh grunt of pain fell from his lips the moment your hands made contact with his skin. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, working quickly but gently to apply the aloe vera to his entire body. Once you were finished, you let out a sigh and rose to your feet.“... I should have came with you.”

“What?”

You shook your head slightly. “I should have come with you. I can’t help but think that if I came with, maybe I could’ve saved you from this.”

“Or you could’ve gotten hurt! You could’ve died!” He reached out and cupped your cheek. “Y/N, I could deal with these things happening to me. But if anything ever happened to you, I... I don’t know what I would do. I couldn’t live with myself, that’s for sure.”

“And you think that I don’t feel the same about you?” Tears flooded your eyes as you stared into his own. “I don’t know how I can live with the fact that you got hurt because I wasn’t there-”

“I got hurt because I didn’t listen to you! None of this is your fault-”

“How do you know that? How do you know that if I went with you, none of this would’ve happened? This could all be my goddamn fault!” Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. “And you can’t even look at yourself now! You think you like a monster!”

“But you don’t think I do. And the only thing I care about is what you think. Your words are the only true thing to me. If I’m still as perfect as I was, then that’s true.” He brushed a few tears away. “But the one thing you say that isn’t true is that it’s all your fault. It isn’t.” A few tears slipped down his own face. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that the ones who think they are to blame are rarely the ones who are to blame.”

A sob sounded in your chest and you fell forward, haphazardly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and crying into his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

You cried against him for a few moments, fingers buried in his hair as sobs wracked your body. Once you finally pulled yourself together, you pulled away from his chest. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too. I always will.” He stood up and cupped both your cheeks in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thank you for being the best thing in my life.”

You let out a watery laugh, carding a hand through his hair. “I could say the same to you.” With a final peck to his lips, you stepped away and headed into the bedroom, coming out a moment later with his robe. “I don’t think you should wear a lot of clothes, so I think this will suffice. Just for modesty’s sake.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever worried about modesty’s sake,” he teased, but took the robe from your hands and slipped it over his shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. “You need some sleep. We both do.”

He nodded softly, letting you lay him down in bed and toss the covers over his body before you rounded over to the other side and laid down next to him. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you close, placing his chin atop your head.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up.

“When I was in that oven, I just kept imagining your face. Every time I started to lose hope, I kept telling myself that I needed to stay alive so I could lay in your arms again.” You felt a few tears fall on the top of your head. “I thought I’d never feel your touch again.”

“And you’ll never have to worry about that again.” You lifted your head up, locking eyes with him for a moment before pressing your lips to his. 

“I thought about one other thing when I was in there,” he continued a few moments later.

“Really? What about?”

He took your hand in his, his thumb skimming along your knuckles with such a fragile gentleness as if he was worried he would break you. “I was thinking- No, I decided that...  I want to get married. I want to marry you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across your face as you reached up and held his face in your hand. “You want to marry me?”

He nodded fervently, reflecting your smile. “More than anything in the world.”

You let out a small laugh, filled with excitement and joyful anxiety. “I’d love that. Truly.” He squeezed your hand and pecked your lips once, then again, and then once more. You giggled and kissed him back each time, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “How about,” you voiced once his lips left yours, “we wait a few months for everything to get back to normal. Then, we have a small little wedding outside of town.”

“As long as I get to marry you, anything sounds perfect to me.”

“Perfect.” You sighed dreamily, resting your head back against his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[jj-lynn21]

Bill Skarsgard (AU)

The Charity- various fandoms & x-reader This a AU mystery piece that includes most Avengers actors and skarsgards plus a few others I love. Some chapters are  very smutty. used suggestions from readers.  ch 1, ch 2, ch3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch7, ch 8

The Island: various fandoms, Its a continuation of The Charity. ch1 ch 2 ch3 ch4 ch5

The Dress: Just because I like writing the continuing story of Bill & Princess. This is her first time at an awards show. Also includes Alex Skarsgard, Scarlett Johansson and a few others. ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5

Bill & X Reader: Jealousy,  You are dating Bill Skarsgard & get invited to a ex’s party. 

Early home coming:  Bill & X-reader warnings: angst, slight smut, fluffy. Bill comes home early after an annoying work issue forces him to leave a project. You attempt to help him get over it all before he has to go promote another project.

 Bill and Princess/x-reader: long distance Valentine? Bill has to leave the night before Valentine Day for a meeting the next morning. 

Bill & Ex-Reader: EVERYONE IS WATCHING sometimes the bedroom isn’t as private as you think.

The Bake off:  Bill and x-reader/Princess are quarantined together. A month into their time together they come up with the Bake-off idea. Lots of smut, some baking lol. Ch 1   ch 2

Thank you, Mommy: The quarantine changes how Bill works. Reading scripts and sending video auditions out.  He makes special time for you. Doing what ever it takes to keep things interesting.

Doctor Istvan Günther intern at large To prepare for a new role Bill wants to be an intern for a week. So Doctor Istvan Günther joins other interns in a program. Most are happy to have him along and at least one patient recognizes him by his eyes and voice alone.

Roll with It Skarsgard family skate party and Bill doesn’t really know how to skate so you have to teach him.

Birthday Boy A celebration of Bills 30th Birthday.

The Underground Valter gets invites for Bill, you, him Eija and Zeke to celebrate all the pr Bill has been getting for a movie that just came out.  

[ahsgotham]

I NEED CHET RIGHT NOW

YOU KNOW WHAT WE FEEL YOU HE’S HOT AF

chet takes a liking to you at one of xavier’s aerobics classes and the two of you “talk” after

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You finished changing into your workout outfit and shut your locker, locking it shut. You adjusted the straps of your tank top and the hem of your shorts, walking past a few other people and exiting the change room, making your way to the room where the class takes place.

Your friend Xavier was teaching the class, and he invited you to come join for a class to see if you liked it. I mean, you can’t say no to him, so you accepted and now here you are. You opened the door to the pretty much empty class, except for Xavier and another girl.

“Hey!” You called out to Xavier, smiling as you trotted over to him.

“Hi, you came!” He cheered, throwing his arms around you in a hug.

“Of course I did, I’m not going to bail on my best friend.” You told him, and he smiled again.

“Well, maybe you should’ve, this class is pretty intense. You probably won’t be able to keep up.” He smirked, joking.

“Oh, really?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, “We’ll see about that.”

A few more minutes passed by and more people had come into the room. The class was ready to start. Xavier went and turned on some music, then coming back to the front of the room.

“Alright everyone!” He exclaimed, running on the spot. This was going to be fun.

About 5 minutes into the class, you noticed a guy in front of you. He was in VERY good shape, and was also VERY good looking. You almost missed a few moves staring at him.

Xavier seemed to notice, and he shot you a look. You stuck your tongue out at him, going back to doing the moves. For about the next 2 minutes, you tried your best to focus on Xavier’s instructions, but your eyes kept wandering back to the guy in front of you.

For one of the moves, you had to lie on the floor and thrust your hips upward. As you did, you noticed that the guy was looking at you too. You blushed, but attempted to hide it. His eyes burned into yours as he rolled his tank top up, revealing his abs.

You had a plan for when class ended. You would get to the boy’s change room before anyone else, wait outside, make sure he saw you, and then once everyone you had seen enter (except him) exit, you would go in and meet him.

The plan would only work if he understood he had to stay in there, so hopefully he’d be able to read your face or something.

As soon as the class ended, without talking to Xavier or anyone else, you bolted for the boy’s change room and leaned on the wall outside. You saw the guy coming, and you made sure you made eye contact with him.

Trying your best to communicate your message, you bit your lip and winked at him. You hoped that would work. You waited til everyone who entered after him left the change room, and you pushed the door open, heading in.

It was quiet, and you could hear the bottom of your shoes hitting the floor. You peeked into the sections of lockers, trying to find him.

As you looked into the last row of lockers and saw him standing there. You wasted no time, walking with intention over to him and basically slamming him into the lockers, connecting your lips aggressively.

He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to him. His hands gripped the back of your tank top and yours found their place on his shoulders.

The two of you stayed there for a minute, before you pulled away, breathing heavily.

You began to speak, “So I guess you understood th-“

“Yeah.” He cut you off, catching his breath as well, “I’m Chet.” He introduced himself.

“(Y/N).” You responded, still breathless. You took a couple seconds to let your breath come back to you before you said anything again.

“So, Chet, do you want to make… hang out sometime?” You questioned, adjusting your tank top from when he tugged it.

“I’d like that.” Chet responded, smiling.

[musicboxmemories]

Concept art for my novel, Kiss and Consume, using Cody Fern as a reference for the tortured vampire character, Jacob Nash (aka Ira Wyman). He'll be featured more prominently in the upcoming prequel, Honey and Gunpowder, which will be released in February of 2020. You can find updates about my progress on my Instagram and twitter:

 https://www.instagram.com/miss_lynelle_barrett/ https://twitter.com/miss_lynelle_b

Check out the summary for Kiss and Consume below!

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1796853321

eBook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NNJ4N8Q

The year is 1857, and Abigail Hynes’ village has been plagued by vampire attacks. When her father is held responsible, her parents are executed and she is forced to flee. Along the way, she encounters Levi Barnes, a reclusive and handsome young school teacher, who offers his aid and reluctant friendship.

With secrets simultaneously pulling them together and pushing them apart, it is quite easy for the true person behind the attacks to spiral them all into a deadly game of vengeance, murder, and seduction.

In Kiss and Consume, a novel of first love and suspense, Abigail must cope with unexpected surprises about her family – and herself – as well as the realization that the lives of those she loves rest in her inexpert hands.

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

My Dirty Little Secret Part 4

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drama

This chapter is quite short, the next chapter is more full on, Previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, 

Thank you so so so soooo much for all the love I've received for this series! I love you babes! 

Summary: You’re happy with your boyfriend Duncan Shepherd, until certain events and people start to get in the way…

“And if you could also add something about how they pay off ex-employees so they keep quiet about their dealings”

“Mom”

“They think they’re going to tarnish my campaign?! Well they can think again, no one messes with the Underwood’s”

“Mom!”

“You need to be one step ahead of them, I’ll arrange for a meeting, you and their previous Head of Operations...”

“MOM! Seriously, will you stop! I came by to say hello, not to take part in a he said, she said War you have going on with whoever” you said exasperated.

Your mother was such a handful. You completely understood being the president of the United States was a high profile job, but you always had boundaries. You never needed or wanted her help to get where you were and you weren’t the meddlesome type.

“Well I’m sorry for assuming my own daughter would help towards her mothers campaign” she said, albeit sarcastically.

You sighed, getting impatient with her attitude.

“I’ll see what I can dig up” you mumbled whilst rolling your eyes.

“Great. Now to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I can’t just stop by and say hello to my mother?” You questioned.

“I’m a busy woman, Y/N, you should’ve called” Ever the diplomat was your mom.

“Charming” You retorted.

“Watch your attitude, young lady”

Throwing her a petty smile, you gathered yourself ready to leave her office until she stopped you.

“Wait! How’s it going with Duncan?” She asked.

Not that she really cared.

After her and Annette barged into your apartment and almost caught you both going at it, and dealt with your post-coital blow up, she made it a habit to not enquire about your relationship.

“It’s good” you assured her.

“Don’t forget, we’ve been invited to the Shepherd Foundation Charity auction next weekend” she reminded you.

“Well aware of that mom, I am dating one of the Shepherds” you reminded her.

“Much to my dismay” she mumbled, trying to make it sound as if she said it under her breathe.

You just rolled your eyes again, too exhausted to get into another petty argument with her.

“The limo will pick you at 8, be ready”

“I’m not going with you, I’m going with Duncan” You stated.

“Change of plans” she admitted. “The limo will be picking you up at 8pm sharp and we will arrive together. I expect you to be ready” She told you, so matter of factly.

With no energy to argue, you grabbed your things and made your way out of her office.

“I’ll see you then dear” she said aloud, knowing full well you weren’t paying her any mind.

“Sure, bye mom” you said as you were already half way out the door.

You’d arrived back to your office with yet another headache. Courtesy of your mother no doubt.

“Sooo, how’s it all going in the glamorous life of Miss Underwood?” Came the sing song voice of your Editor, Matthew.

“Hey Matt” you laughed.

“You know as well as I do my life isn’t glamorous”

“Except you’re the daughter of the president, and dating that hunk of man, Duncan Shepherd” he replied theatrically.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him as you gathered yourself to work on one of your articles.

“Any more news on the embezzlement scandal? I want to get that out by tomorrow at the latest before any other outlets do” You told him, technically he was your assistant yet he seemed more involved assisting in your life rather than work.

“Other than what you got the other day from Mr Johnson, we’ve had no other leads. According to him he was promised immunity if he gave up his other clients”

“No new leads then” you murmured

“None as of yet. They did hire an Admin girl for their office who they then tried to use as an undercover ploy but she’s disappeared apparently”

“Disappeared as in ‘sleeping with the fishes’ disappeared or what?” You asked

“Disappeared as in ‘didn’t want anything to do with it’. No conspiracy theory, no underground mafioso murder. She was only an Admin Assistant” Matthew replied as if he thought you were insane for suggesting anything else

You just nodded at his response and went back to typing.

“Soo, can we expect Mr tall dark and handsome to accompany you at the awards event next month?” Matt pried.

“Mmm” You murmured. Not really in the mood to partake in gossip.

“And are you attending the Shepherd Foundation Charity Gala next week”

“I am” You replied

“Do you need a date?” Matthew asked, hopeful.

“I don’t but I can get you an invite”

“I love you, so what are we wearing?”

“I don’t really have time to discuss this right now, Matt”

“Fineee, well then how about we grab a drink after work?” He asked you.

“Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs” You told him, hoping he’d finally leave you alone to get some work done.

This article was taking its toll and there’s still gaps missing that you couldn’t seem to fill.

There was only one person you could think of that would be able to help you with this.

Grabbing your phone, you quickly dialled Duncan’s number.

“Hello, Mr Shepherd’s office, how may I help “

Well that threw you.

“Is there any particular reason as to why you are answering my boyfriend’s phone?”

“Y/N wasn’t it? It’s Tiffany. Duncan is in a meeting, I have diverted his calls so he doesn’t get distracted. Would you like me to let him know you called?” Her faux posh voice was really starting to grate on your nerves.

You scoffed at her tone although not loud enough for her to hear.

“If you could let him know it’s urgent” you ordered.

You weren’t a rude person but this woman set you on edge, you didn’t trust her.

“Of course, Miss Underwood, ta-ta” and then you heard the click.

Sighing, you got back to your article. You couldn’t let your anger get you since you were on a deadline.

*****

Duncan’s POV:

“Who was that?” Duncan asked his secretary as he walked into his office

“Oh no one, just another reporter asking for an interview with you, I told them you were busy” she smiled at him.

“Thanks, I need you to do me a favor. I’ve placed an order with the florist on Wisconsin Ave, can you go and pay for them and make sure they get delivered?” He asked

“Where would you like them delivered?” Tiffany asked, all the while keeping that smile on her face.

“Miller & Wilson Media Group. Make sure they include the name tag for Y/N” He replied while going through a stack of papers on his desk.

“Hmph, flowers for the lady huh? Making up for something are we?” She asked, trying to not sound like she was prying into his love life.

“Not that it’s any of your business but no, just do as I asked” he ordered as he walked out of his office.

“Yes Mr Shepherd” She agreed. She needed to tread carefully if she was going to pull this off.

From the moment she was assigned as his secretary, she knew he would be a tough man to crack. She thought she had finally broken through his tough demeanor yesterday convincing him to allow her to tag along to his business lunch however this morning, he was back to his stone cold, business like persona.

Grabbing the phone, she quickly dialed the florist he had placed the order with.

“Hello, yes this is Alice Coleman, I’m just calling regards the order placed by Mr Duncan Shepherd for YN Underwood at Miller & Wilson Media Group?”

“Yes, those are the ones; there has been a mix-up, see this order was meant for someone else. If you could please change the name on the card? Mr Shepherd has asked for the name to be changed for the attention of Miss Tiffany Turner? Thank you for your help”

Smirking to herself as she hung up the phone.

If she couldn’t get a hold of Duncan’s attention, she was going to make sure it was diverted away from anyone else. One way or another.

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[austinstyles]

can i request a lil cute thing with jim mason where you’re paired up with him for a school project and you’re both nervous bc you like each other? and maybe a lil kissie somewhere? 🥺🥺🩷🩷

Hey anon thanks for your request. And I definitely love your idea. And I hope you enjoy what I came up with inspired by your request. Also disclaimer I have not seen this movie. But I have seen clips from it online. And I am definitely going to be watching his movie. But I definitely love the idea of writing this sort of fanfics. And Thai fanfic might be short fanfic for some people.

Project

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: You and Jim are partners for a project at school. And they like each other.

Warning: small amounts of kissing, and spelling mistakes. Tell me if I miss anything.

Y/n pov

(at the Library after school)

I was sitting with Jim Mason one of my classmates working on our project for history class. Actually I am nervous of working on this project with Jim, because I have a crush on this cute guy. Actually this crush has been going on for a while. And now we are partners on a history project.

And I can just get lost in his beautiful blue eyes, it is like looking at a beautiful blue ocean.

I just wish I could know if he feels the same for me. And maybe we can start a relationship together.

Jim pov

I can’t believe that for my history project I get to work with my crush. This is exciting, but I am so nervous of making a full of myself in front of her.

And maybe today can be the day I tell her how I feel. Y/n has an amazing laugh, and I love the way y/n eyes shine in sunlight.

I could never get enough of this amazing person. And i hope that maybe we both have the same feelings for each other.

“ hey y/n, I wanted to tell you something. Do you think we can take a break form this project?” I asked while I put close my history book for a moment.

“ yes Jim. And we should totally take a break.” Y/n said while she also closed her book.

“ Y/n I have feelings for you, like romantic feelings for you. And I hope you fell the same.” I said as my eyes look right at her. My heart is betting out of my chest.

“Jim I feel exactly the same way about you. And I have been for some time. I am so happy you fell the same.”

Y/n just told me she feels the same way. I can’t believe it. I feel my happiness is skyrocketing.

Y/n pov

Me and Jim have feelings for each other . I can’t believe this is happening. All I want to do is jump up and down form happiness. And I want to know what its like to kiss this guy in front of me.

My head is leaning more into Jim’s head, my lips are moving towards his lips. And his lips are moving towards my lips.

When we kissed I can feel sparks flying and this is so magical.

I just can’t believe this is happening. Omg, and can’t believe we have the same feelings for each other. And I am so happy to know we feel the same.

And know we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I asked him to be my boyfriend.

This is one of the best days of my life.

Tag list (Cody Fern fanfics): @morby

Thanks for reading. I hope everyone enjoy this. And also it is my first fanfic for Jim Mason. And I am excited to write more. Also sorry this fanfic is a bit short for some people.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

The Start Of My Undoing Michael x Fem Reader

A/N: This is Sojourn era Michael, he and reader are in a serious long term relationship and actually engaged. Reader stated to Michael in the beginning that her morals are she doesn't want to have sex till she is married. Even though Michael is the antichrist he is accepting of it it's part of what he loves about her. Over time Y/N is slowly losing her resolve to stick with her 'morals' determined to give in. Y/N tries hard to thowing off hints to Michael but everytime he seems quick to shut it down which frustrates her even more. One night she finally gets him to admit why "he can't" or "no" that usually ended before in cop out of excuses. This brings about a rather intense conversation between them and moment of ownership about feelings that both Michael & Reader have about her and the overwhelming urge she has to be intimate with him.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, biting, rough sex, losing virginity, dirty talk and some hella fluff at the end.

//darkness

chase the day

no light

the sun is rising

burning

skin to skin

melting

and you can't fight it

slipping

under

the heat

that we keep bringing

messing

with my head

with you

you keep it spinning//

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, for a while now you have attempted to get intimate with Michael. Every attempt was shut down before you could even get anything started, he wouldn't touch you hell he wouldn't even kiss you. It was no secret that when you and Michael started getting more serious in your relationship with one another that you had made it known that you were a virgin and due to your moral beliefs you made it quite clear you didn't feel right having sex before marriage. Surprisingly Michael was very supportive and never pushed you into doing anything you weren't comfortable with.

Further along into your relationship he had proposed to you, you didn't expect it to be honest it caught you by surprise really. You looked down at the 101-carat pear shaped diamond engagement ring that adorned your ring finger you ran your thumb over the inscription engraved on it ‘Us against the world’. It was no secret to you about Michael's past, everyone that had so much a role in his life had either betrayed him or they were ripped away from him such as the case when the coven burned Mrs Mead and 2 of the Warlocks (Ariel Augustus and Baldwin Penny Packer) at the stake. But over time you proved to him that you loved and trusted him (despite that fact that he is quite literally the antichrist). It was a slow process yes and there were times you had to continually reassure him that you do love him and had no intentions of going anywhere but given that he did learn to trust that and ended up trusting you heart and soul.

Michael showed you a side of him no one else ever saw, he was gentle when he wrapped his arms around you you felt safe, you felt loved. Something about his touch, the simple act of an embrace set off feelings in you that you had never felt before. When you took in the scent of his cologne (1 Million by Paco Rabanne) it was like his embrace, the cologne it awakened something in you it felt like every nerve in your body was lit up like a live wire. Thoughts flooded your mind you wondered what it would feel like to have his body flush against yours naked, what it would feel like to have him inside of you. You actually began to question the original statement you made to Michael about waiting till you were married to have sex. You wanted so much to feel and experience him in a way you hadn't at least not yet but you had that fear that crept up in your mind what if you gave in? Would he dump you afterwards? You know you shouldn't question it was ridiculous to and yet here you were with that doubt in your mind. You actually found yourself losing your resolve slowly but surely that wall was coming down. You began to throw off hints small at first in an attempt to let Michael know what you wanted hoping he would read between the lines understanding the point you were trying to express. Michael being Michael indeed pick up what your thoughts are if you lie he would know, if you tried to so much as trick him he would know but you tend to have forgotten he could read your mind read your very thoughts.

Michael was next to you on the bed the tv was going some rom com playing off Netflix in the background. You began gently running your fingers down Michael's bare arm that rested beside of you. His look was stoic he didn't so much as blink, he did however pull his arm away “Y/N, please don't.” You looked at him a pang of disappointment rising in you. “Michael what's wrong?” You managed out more calmly than you felt. “It's just been a long day, so many meetings, phone calls ect with the cooperative I am tired is all.” Any and every attempt afterwards was shut down Michael giving some kind of an excuse or another.

You couldn't bear it anymore the emotions continued to tear through you it was overwhelming. You wanted nothing more than to feel Michael's touch, to feel his hands all over your body. It seemed as if subtle hints weren't enough, one night you and Michael had to go to a function that the cooperative was holding some kind of charity dinner. You found a dress a few days before from one of the local high end stores, granted it showed off more skin than what you were used to but you were determined to pull out all the stops. You emerged from the bedroom you both shared as you fastened the final earring to your ear. Michael was waiting in the living room his back was facing you not noticing you right away. He turned around to place the empty glass on the table from the shot of whiskey he had downed. His breath caught in his throat at the site of you, 'fuck she looks absolutely breathtaking’ he thought, he wanted so much to take you then and there but he couldn't. 'You know you can't’ he reminded himself 'she told you at the very beginning her morals and that she wants to wait till marriage for sex’. He did feel like there had been a change of mind with her, he could feel it but he didn't want to be responsible if for some reason she might regret going against her morals. It was her morals that was one of his reasons for falling in love with her and he didn't want to ruin that part of her. “You ready love?” He managed to ask. You nodded, “Let's go.” Michael took in a deep breath it was going to be a long night he could sense it right now all he wanted to do was get this over with and come back home.

The night seemed to drag on, endless conversations and interactions with so many people were honestly just too much. It was about midnight when the both of you walked into the door, Michael tossed the keys down on the table in the foyer. Y/N had gone in a bit before him he had stayed behind in the car to handle a phone call with Mutt and Jeff at Kineros something to do with the final stages of Mrs. Mead 2.0. You were in the bedroom taking off your jewelry when Michael walked in, “can you unzip me please?” You asked, hoping like hell that maybe for once Michael could accept the point you had been endlessly trying to get across. The noise of the zipper being pulled down pierced the momentary silence.

Your bare back was exposed to Michael, your hair was pulled to one side across your shoulder so it wouldn't get caught in the zipper. He caught the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses 'fuck she looks so gorgeous’. You turned to face him, you slinked your arms around his waist standing on your tippy toes to kiss him. You brushed your lips to his, his body was pulled flush to yours you wanted so badly to feel him inside of you both of your bodies naked to finally give yourself to him you wanted it so bad you could taste it. You nuzzled your nose against the spot between his earlobe and his neck he tensed up “Michael touch me please!” you whispered breathlessly. Your resolve was now crumbled completely, “I can't Y/N…” Michael stopped, it was getting harder and harder to not let the sexual desire and lust he had for you completely take over. “You keep saying no, all I get is excuses and you can't tell me it's not because I am not stupid Michael I know an excuse when I hear one” you were hurt anger beginning to surface it's way up in you. Michael pulled your arms off from around his waist attempting to walk towards the bed. You grabbed his arm stopping him “why won't you touch me Michael please fucking explain it to me, it's like your afraid to touch me!”

He turned to face you tears were now sliding their way from your eyes and down your cheeks. “You think that's really it? That I don't want to touch you?” Michael shook his head “actually you have no idea how badly I want to, but I know for a fact that if I did what would happen, where it would lead because honestly I can't promise I could stop in fact I know there is no way in hell I could.” You felt your heartbeat race hearing those words, Michael had finally admitted to her how he truly felt and in reality he wanted to experience intimacy with you as badly as you wanted to with him. “Maybe I don't want you to stop” you stated after a moments silence, “you told me a while ago that you couldn't till marriage and I have respected that,  that is one of the reasons why I have never pushed the subject I don't want you to end up regretting it if you did.” You took in a deep breath it floored you really that he felt that open and vulnerable to admit that to you. “I know what I had said to you originally but over time I began to second guess it, to doubt it” you nervously fiddled with the delicate gold chain hanging around your neck, Michael could sense that doubt in you that as badly as you wanted this you felt like he might dodge you after thinking that like some men out there he would only want sex and once he got that he would dump you afterwards. “You know Y/N I want you to know that I wouldn't do that, I know in the back of your mind you have doubts that you think I would dump you afterwards, I love you Y/N.. I love you with every fiber of my being and it's not just about physical attraction or sex. I am not going anywhere, remember it's us against the world.” You looked up at Michael locking eyes with him knowing full well the inscription on your engagement ring was true and that he meant every word of it. You pulled Michael in close to you your lips ghosting his lightly at first, any sense of doubt melting away. The kisses getting deeper and intense as you explored each others mouths.

Michael slipped the dress the rest of the way off your body leading you to the bed between hot passionate kisses. “Are you sure you want this? That your ready?” He questioned looking at you giving you the final last chance to back out if you needed to. Placing your hands on either side of his face looking him deep in the eyes and reassure him “Yes Michael I want this, make love to me.”

Michael took Y/N’s hand, placing it against the stiff bulge behind his fly, and pressed his hips forward suggestively.

Unable to wait any longer, Y/N unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees. She took his hands and placed them on either side of her head. “Show me what you want.”

“There’s nothing you can do that I won’t love.”

Gripping the thick base in her hand, she didn’t allow herself time to  think, just followed her instincts. She tasted every inch of him with her tongue, lips, and teeth, listening to his increased breathing or growls to judge what he liked. His fists wrapped themselves in her hair, indicating when to speed up or slow down. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, the sounds of pleasure he made. When Michael tried to pull her away, Y/N  didn’t want to stop and told him so.

“Trust me, I don’t want you to stop either, baby. But I need to feel you come.” He gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet, kissing and licking at her mouth until her body undulated against his once more. “Dammit, I swore whenI had you, I would go slowly.”

She tore her mouth away, panting. “No. I don’t want you to hold back. Take me however you want me.”

Before she could finish voicing her appeal, Michael spun her around until she faced away from him. She flattened her hands on the high bed to balance herself as he crouched down low behind her and peeled her panties from her legs. Absently, she registered the rip of a condom wrapper and the faint sound of Michael rolling it onto his erection.

After he’d finished seeing to their protection, Y/N’s short puffs of breath were the only sound to be heard in the room, until Michael  finally spoke.

“You really want this don't you Y/N?” He made a guttural noise of  approval. She couldn’t really tell without seeing his face. “If I didn’t think the sound of my palm against your ass would draw attention, I would show you how much the idea of fucking you pleases me.” Y/N’s sharp inhalations accelerated even more, her chest heaving. “I’ll have to show you a different way, I suppose.”

Then he bit her. His teeth sank into the flesh of her ass, stopping just before they broke the skin. She didn’t dare cry out, instead trapping the scream inside her throat. Before Y/N  could truly register what he’d done, she heard his pants hit the floor, belt still attached. One arm snaked around her waist and held her steady as he thrust home inside her.

She couldn’t prevent the hiss of pleasure from escaping through her teeth. The feeling astounded her. No pain, only fullness and the immediate urge to move.

Michael’s chest pressed against her back, his hips tilting upward into hers so high and deep, the position forced Y/N onto her tiptoes. Then he pulled out, almost leaving her completely, before thrusting deep once more. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, positive she drew blood.

“Do you feel that, baby? That’s your man moving inside you.”

Bracing herself on her elbows, she ground back against him, circling her hips and begging him to keep moving, but he seemed determined to set the pace.

“Please, Michael.”

He thrust hard and quick exactly five times, just enough for her to get used to the rhythm before slowing once more. “Who’s fucking you, Y/N?”

She knew what he wanted to hear. Throwing her head back, she reveled in every word. “My man. My man is fucking me.”

With a stifled growl, he yanked her back against him and pumped his hips up and into her wildly. Y/N held on to the bed, absorbing each thrust that carried her closer to release.

“Fuck, baby. I’ll never get used to how tight you are.”

Michaels hand slid over her hip and found her clitoris, applying pressure and friction with his middle finger until Y/N’s body shuddered and shook with the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. A minute later, Michael followed, groaning his release into the side of her neck.

When their breathing returned to normal, he kissed her shoulder and pulled out of her slowly. Then he turned her in his arms so he could hold her.

“I can’t seem to control myself long enough to show you we’re not just about sex.” She felt him shake his head. “Even so, Y/N, I’m not going to apologize for what just happened. When we touch each other, it’s honest and real. I actually do crave it.”

“I know that now.” Sucking in a shaky breath, she gave him her honesty. “When I thought truly and completely about us what we have maybe even before that, I realized you were right. What I feel for you…it’s not only physical.”

I know sex doesn’t define us, Michael. But maybe it’s an important part of what’s between us. A real physical and intimate connection. And I think that’s okay. We’re people who need more than words. Can we agree on that?”

Michael kissed the top of her head, holding her close. “You won’t get any argument from me.” He tilted her chin so he could meet her eyes. “But someday, when we need reassurance from each other, our words will be enough. I promise, Y/N.”

The intimate connection, the pure physical touch the very first time they made love had deepened their relationship. They had an honest to god emotional, physical and mental connection. It's not easy to find something like that, that deep and when you do your very lucky and you know without a doubt you will never let it go.

Y/N lays her head on Michael's chest his arms wrapped tightly around her, a quote that hung up in the receptionist office at Kineros came to mind. She actually found out how ironically accurate it indeed was…

“There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it.” —Judith McNaught

“I love you Michael with all my heart nothing can or will ever change that.” You whispered, you felt a contented sigh escape him “I love you too Y/N now and forever.” He paused kissing your forehead “I know a lot is going to take place but I want you to know that nothing or noone will come between us ever… it's us against the world.”

Gif by @sojournmichael

[divinelittlelight-blog]

The Balance

His hand was unwavering, like a vice at her throat, threatening to choke the life from her.  It seemed like a lot of work, considering with the flick of his fingers he could make her head explode and be done with it.  Yet the flicker in his eyes told the truth.  Michael was enjoying it, the pressure and the threat; the feel of her warm skin under his thumb nearly bruising the pulse point that beat in a steady rhythm despite his anger.

Her hand was flat against his chest, right over his heart, a steady pressure keeping him at a distance, yet they were nearly nose to nose, both refusing to relent.  

The silence between them spoke volumes, considering moments before they were caught in a heated argument about prophecy; what was right, what was wrong and what was supposed to come to pass.  Magic had been used, battering the two until each was up against a wall in the current position.  A truce perhaps, considering their bodies were tired and told of their affection for one another.  Neither wanted to destroy the other or it would have been done.  

Their breaths were heavy, while just outside the indestructible doors of the compound, it began to rain, and a victorious smile crept over her face.  For one fraction of a second, she broke their stare to look towards the glass.  It wasn’t acid rain anymore and the sweet smell of spring crept through the cracks, if only for a moment.  The world was reawakening, and the realization made the pressure of his fingers sink deeper into her windpipe and her smile vanished as she gasped.  Perhaps he was ready for another round.

Regardless, her eyes continued searching his, the energy coming from them nothing but love, even though he was hurting her.

He stepped closer, their lips ghosting, his head slanted as if he was about to kiss her.  “How far are you willing to go for me?” An answer was expected because he released an inch of his grip.

“As far as you’re willing to take me,” she whispered, her hand over his heart pressing harder to get the point across. “I would do anything for you.  Even if it means using every drop of my power to rebuild the world.”

Michael sneered, the faint sound of meaningless laughter slipping through his lips.  “Just so I can destroy it again?”

“Yes,” she sang.  “And I’ll rebuild it again, and again, and again. As long as there is a heaven and hell, I’ll go the distance to make sure you and I fight this war forever. If we have to.”

His stature rounded, like a shadow, looming over her as genuine curiosity took presence in his demeanor. “Why?”

“Because we are family. You, a child of darkness, and I a child of light. We need each other in the balance, and I love you too much to watch you fade out of time because of some witch bitch with a meaningless agenda.  It’s insulting.”  There was venom in her tone, revealing true hatred for such laziness when it came to battles.

It made Michael laugh, admiration for her causing him to take on a certain glow. His fingers slipped from her throat and his arm wrapped around the back of her neck.  He ducked in and kissed her cheek before pulling completely away. “Then I shall see you at round two, dear sister of the light.”

[manyimaginativemuses]

Small Bump - Chapter 9

Rating: M+

Warnings: None in this one. Just sheer cuteness!

Read on AO3

Across the main compound of The Sanctuary, Michael was trying his absolute best not to lose his mind. The members of The Cooperative didn’t want to work together nor did they want to listen to what he was saying. All while this was going on, Michael couldn’t stop worrying about Lucy. She kept getting sicker and sicker, his spells refusing to provide her with any relief, and he was terrified something could go wrong. Even though the fertility spell supposedly promised to protect the babies from miscarriage, magic was very unpredictable, and Michael hated unpredictability. He was also nervous about how he would be as a father. He assumed he’d be good at it, but given his experience with father figures, he had every right to be concerned. In addition to his fatherly fears, Michael worried about the competence of The Cooperative. They were a bunch of rich, narcissistic influencers who didn’t know how to run anything other than their own companies. That was why Michael was their leader; he had knowledge from his Father that allowed him to dominate his underlings. That was why he needed to keep going to the increasingly boring meetings. He knew how badly The Cooperative would fuck up the already fucked up world if he wasn’t there.

But he also knew he needed to be there for Lucy. In fact, she needed him more than ever in that moment. He then shot up from his seat, earning confused looks from the members of The Cooperative.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I have other things to attend to. I will be listening, however, so don’t do anything stupid.” Michael then placed a small recording device on the table before leaving the room. He walked back to his apartment, ignoring the silent prayers of his followers as they walked by. All that was on his mind in that moment was his beautiful Lucinda.

When he opened the door, Lucy was fast asleep on their bed with her sketchbook open beside her. Michael picked it up and chuckled at the drawings. She had drawn him over and over, perfect and flawless sketches of his face and body. In addition to his face, there were also sketches of what she envisioned their unborn children would look like. Images of beautiful curly haired toddlers and freckled faces littered the pages. Michael ran his fingers over the drawings, in awe of his sleeping angel that rested beside him. She had changed her clothes and now wore her favorite pair of pajamas which made Michael smile. They were Winnie The Pooh pajamas with Piglet and Tigger on the pants. The Pooh pajama top had shifted upward slightly as she slept, exposing her abdomen since she slept on her back. Michael couldn’t stop himself from crawling onto the bed with her, his large hands pressing delicately against her skin. His sparkling blue eyes watched with rapt fascination as his fingers lazily caressed her belly. He could sense the power of his children under his hands, their combined energies making his skin feel almost tingly. He leaned down and kissed her stomach just beneath her belly button, resting his forehead against it afterward.

“I… I know you can’t hear me, but you can certainly sense me. You can feel me just like I feel you. I’m your father… You two are my children, my offspring, my future… And…” Michael’s soft voice broke as he thought of what he was going to say next, “And you inherited my evil, too. I’m so sorry I’ve poisoned you already, but given what I am, it was inevitable. I love you two so deeply. I need you two to hang on for us. We need you to live… My evil has taken your siblings from us many times and your mother can’t handle losing you two as well. Please, I’m so sorry I’ve passed my darkness onto you, but I need you to withstand it for a few more months.” His voice quivered as he felt their energies shift as they confirmed they could sense him as well, “You know, you two have the best mother in the world. She’s the Supreme. She’s incredible powerful and she’ll do whatever it takes to protect you… And so will I. We love you already… You’re my chance for a better future. I could become a better person because of you two…” Michael’s voice was quiet enough not to stir Lucy, but it was the pressure of his forehead on her belly that eventually woke her. Her mismatched eyes fluttered open and looked down, a soft smile crossing her face as she saw him practically worshipping her belly.

“And you say you’re not an angel.” Lucy mumbled and Michael looked up at her in surprise, “I may not have heard what you said, but I know that what I’m looking at right now is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.” Lucy’s words made Michael smile. He slowly crawled up her body and kissed her lovingly. She moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer as his hand gripped her curly red hair.

“I’ve been thinking a lot recently, especially about you. I need to be here with you for this. I’ve left you alone too many times already. You’re carrying my children and I have to be with you to experience it all.” Michael said when he pulled back. Lucy took his face in her hands with a smile, her thumbs lovingly stroking his cheeks.

“You’re too good to me.” Lucy said with a smirk and Michael smiled back at her, “You’re going to be an incredible father, I can feel it.” Lucy kissed him once more and the two of them proceeded to make love until they were both thoroughly exhausted. Michael fell asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her flush against him. Despite being in the arms of her beloved, Lucy’s mind was full of torment. In addition to the constant nausea, she had recently been bombarded with nightmares. Visions of the world on fire, of Michael sitting upon a throne of bones, of her children bloodied and broken at his feet. When she ran to the deceased infants, Michael only cackled above her. However, when she looked up, it was no longer Michael sitting upon the throne made of bones… It was two young children, a boy and a girl. Both were blonde and covered in freckles, their eyes black and dark smirks on their tiny faces.

“You can’t be…” Lucy muttered, horrified at the sight before her. The children only laughed and nodded at her.

“Since daddy didn’t do it properly, we had to.” The little girl said before the little boy glanced down at Lucy’s feet. Lucy slowly looked at what was once her dead babies but the bloody infants had now been replaced with Michael’s gruesome corpse.

“NO!!!” She screamed, falling to her knees and scooping his body into her arms, “No, no, no, God please no! Please come back to me! You can’t die, remember?! Michael please wake up!!” She begged helplessly as her twins cackled above her.

It was the sound of Michael’s worried voice that finally brought her back to reality.

“Lucinda! My Precious Starlight, wake up!” Michael shouted and Lucy’s eyes snapped open. She was panting heavily as she stared up at him, her body trembling with fear, “Lucinda… My love… It’s ok, you’re ok… It was just a dream.” Michael’s voice was soft and caring as Lucy wrapped her arms around him

“I…. I dreamt-”

“I know what you dreamt. I saw it too… That’s why I woke you up.” He whispered and kissed Lucy’s forehead, letting her cling to him as tightly as she needed.

“Why would our children murder you?! I was hoping your father wouldn’t have any influence over them!” Lucy stammered in fear but Michael just shushed her, rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

“Lucinda, it was just a dream. Our twins won’t ever hurt anyone, let alone their own father.” He said as calmly as he could since he too had been rattled by Lucy’s dream. He had witnessed it like an outside observer, the dream playing out in his mind like a movie. Lucy, meanwhile, sat on top of Michael’s hips and stomach as she desperately tried to come back to herself. Michael took her hand in his and put it on her stomach while his free hand forced her to look at him.

“Hey, listen to me, none of it was real. It was just your mind playing tricks on you. Our babies are still here. They’re alive and safe inside you. There’s nothing you need to worry about, ok?” His words finally began to soothe her as she firmly pressed her hand against her rounded stomach.

“You always know just what to say to calm me down.” Lucy said with a small smile, rolling onto her side and holding Michael close until she finally fell asleep. Michael, however, was wide awake. She was already having nightmares about their twins becoming evil. He himself had seen that throne of bones before in his own dreams, but it was always him as the White Faced Demon sitting upon it.

But then it hit him.

He had managed to get Satan to promise to stay away, but the White Faced Demon had made no such promise. He had assumed the demon would stay dormant as it had been doing since they reached The Sanctuary, but when he contacted his Father, it had reawakened. Michael could already feel its power beginning to surge in his veins. His anxiety began to spike as well due to the fear that his own personal evil was already corrupting his unborn children.

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[fernfiction]

Duncan praising the reader when she feels insecure about her tiny boobs by licking them so slow to make her moan and know he loves her for who she truly is and not just for the body 😌✨🔥

Duncan was patiently holding your shopping bags as you mooched around the lingerie store. "Oooh what do you think baby?" You held up a black lace bra with a matching thong. "Nice.. Would look even better on your body" He walked over and whispered into your ear "Especially with my hands and tongue all over it..."

You shot him a wide eyed look and looked around the store. There were a few people but thankfully, nobody in your vicinity. "I'm just gonna try the bra on, you can wait outside the changing room.. Come on" You led him to the changing rooms and watched as he stood outside your cubicle with a devilish grin on his handsome face. "Be good and I might give you a sneak peek!" you laughed as you shut the door and removed your top.

You adjusted the bra onto your small but pert boobs and admired yourself in the mirror. Your tits were an A cup and although you had been extremely insecure about them for years, Duncan was always full of compliments. He always told you how much he loved how his hands could fit perfectly around them. You opened the door slowly and watched as Duncans smirk grew into a lip bite.

"Well hello tits.." he moved fast and swiftly to join you in the cubicle, shutting the door behind him. Gently pushing you against the wall, he covered your mouth with his hand. "Shh, don't make any noises y/n.. You don't want the assistants finding me in here.." He moved his other hand down to your lace covered tits and started squeezing gently. Expertly, he pulled down your bra straps and exposed your hard nipples. "Look at these pretty little tits.. All for me.." He kissed down your collarbone and onto your chest. Once he reached your nipples, he used his tongue to flick the tiny bud back and forth. You moaned into his hand and let yourself crumble.

Continuing his licks, he moved his tongue around your areola, agonisingly slow. You could feel your pussy clenching, wanting his tongue down there already. After a few more delicate kisses, Duncan moved back up and lifted his hand from your mouth. "Good girl. Now let's get you home so I can show you what my tongue can REALLY do"

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This is so rubbish, I'm so rusty at this!!! Sorry :(