#jim mason drabble

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

[serafae]

𝐁 𝐄 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐅 𝐎 𝐋 𝐋 𝐎 𝐖 —

• this blog contains nsfw content intended for mature audiences only. do not read or interact if you are a minor and/or do not have your age somewhere on your blog. for my own safety, ageless blogs and anyone under the age of eighteen will be blocked.

• i mostly write for myself, so my works tend to feature a female reader. that being said, any requests i receive will be written with gender neutral language. the appearance of my reader inserts are never described in an attempt to be as inclusive as possible. everyone should be able to enjoy and see themselves in fanfiction!

• please be sure to read the entirety of this post if you are interested in sending a request. i will cover fandoms, what i do and don't write, and any requirements for sending a request.

𝐅 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐒 𝐈 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 —

• harry potter: bill weasley, draco malfoy, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, remus lupin, ron weasley, sirius black.

• the hunger games: finnick odair, haymitch abernathy, johanna mason, peeta mellark.

• john wick: caine, john wick.

• marvel cinematic universe: bucky barnes, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, peter parker, steve rogers, vision, wanda maximoff, yelena belova.

• star wars: ahsoka tano, anakin skywalker, bo-katan kryze, cal kestis, cassian andor, din djarin, fennec shand, finn, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, rey.

• stranger things: eddie munson, jim hopper, robin buckley, steve harrington.

• supernatural: dean winchester, sam winchester.

𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐖 𝐈 𝐋 𝐋 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 —

• headcanons & drabbles: i will write headcanons for up to three characters per request and drabbles for a single character. everyone defines a drabble differently, so for me it's a short fic of somewhere between 400-700 words.

• reader inserts: i only write reader insert/character relationships. as stated previously, in an effort to be as inclusive as possible they will be written as gender neutral and as plus size and poc friendly.

• pairings: i will happily write a request that pairs the reader up with both male and female characters. i am also open to writing poly pairings, though only for certain characters (ex. wanda/reader/vision).

• genres: angst, fluff, and smut.

𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐖 𝐎 𝐍 ' 𝐓 𝐖 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 —

• canon/canon: i do not write ship fics. i just don't enjoy it!

• some reader inserts: at this time i do not write male, trans, or asexual reader inserts as i don't feel confident in my ability to do so.

• blacklisted topics: these include a/b/o, abortion/miscarriages, age play/regression, abuse (mental/physical/sexual), bestiality, eating disorders, incest, non-con, pedophilia, self-harm, suicide, yandere, and any fetishes involving bodily fluids/excretions.

[emmyrosee]

Jim Mason

EVERYTHING I SAY SOUNDS WEIRD AND WRONG

fanfics

Can’t Sleep (Fluff)

Baby Boy (Fluff)

Beauty Is Pain (Fluff)

Playful (Fluff)

Love Regardless (Fluff)

Night Terrors (Angst)

Sober Up (Fluff)

drabbles

Pick Him Up

  When He Falls

Stood Up

Accidental Proposal

Solve My Problems

Being Playful

Craving Comfort

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI

Sweets.

The Jim Mason Experience. 

[hecohansen31]

Just Focus

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Although I am off the Cody fandom, I just had this lovely idea, and I couldn’t stop myself from writing it out!

Hope it’ll brighten your quarantine days!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mommy/Little Boy, Mention of COVID-19, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Roleplay, Voyeurism-Exhibitionism (also I didn’t proof-read this, because... big tired).

There was just something in seeing Jimmy getting all focused on the game on the TV.

It was mostly a try-out with friends for the original thing, hence you did approach him, although he had asked you not to, immediately gaining a light raised eyebrow from him, even more since you were barely clad in a robe.

But he didn’t insist, pushing back his gaze to the game.

He had been trying for the online version of the MOTO GP Mondial, since sadly he couldn’t race due to the COVID-19 linked problematics, and he had been, as always, determined to win, setting up ‘training hours’ after his morning routine, which wasn’t something that bothered you.

You were also busy with checking news from the stables and had found a small work in a still-opened garage, since it was thought to be essential, although you wouldn’t have loved nothing more than to stay at home with Jimmy.

You should have honestly moved to get yourself ready, but the sight of Jim suddenly getting angry at a shortcut of one of his fellow contestants had lighted up something in you.

And made liquid heat drip down your legs.

You couldn’t afford being late for this.

You’d just have to make this quick.

You quickly moved to Jimmy, gaining another confused look, even more as you pushed his chair a bit back, so that you could squish yourself between him and the screen as you adjusted yourself here on his knees, and although the hamster in Jimmy’s head had started moving, he kept on the confused look, disactivating the audio of his speaker.

“What are you doing?” he asked at you, as you wasted no time, lightly lowering his sweatpants and his boxers in a swift move, one that you were all too used.

“Just drive” you intimated him, as you lightly caressed his length, raising your eyes to meet his closed one, pleasure already transfiguring his features “… can you do that for mommy?”.

And before he could utter anything, you languidly ghosted your mouth making him open his eyes in surprise, as his grip on the controller loosened, but one of your hands, the one who wasn’t helping you tease him, get to his hand, to grip it in order to get him to tighten his hold.

And when he did, you engulfed him in the warmth of your mouth, also signaling him with an hand to reactivate his speaker and act like nothing happened.

And Jimmy, always the good boy, did it.

You couldn’t wait to see whether he would win or lose.

And how much he could resist till the moan gave him out

 ---

I am also tagging some OG of Biker! Jim!

(Hope you won’t mind it!)

@sojournmichael​, @emmyrosee​, @blakewaterxx​

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

Innocence Doesn’t Last PT.1

Summary; you’re friends with Michael around the time he starts living with Ms Mead. You feel protective of him, like an older sibling however he wishes you could see him as the man his father wants him to become.

“Michael, slow down! You’ll give yourself a stomach ache!” You giggled while watching the tall boy with golden blonde curls, crouched over his plate inhaling his French toast.

“Buh ifs so gud” He replied with his mouth full.

“He’s got one hell of an appetite” Ms Mead said appearing into the kitchen.

You smiled at the woman, looking over at Michael still eating, as if nothing else was around him other than his food.

You sat at Ms Mead’s table sipping your cup of coffee. Michael finished eating and looked up at you with his sweet smile. You returned the smile looking at him.

He’s so innocent, how could his family have treated him like they did. You thought.

You’d met at the supermarket. He was with Ms Mead and he bumped into you. Literally.

His trolley took you out as you both turned down an aisle and your groceries went flying. He profusely apologised and started to help you pick up your items. You laughed and told him it was fine, it was your fault for not paying attention.

Both of your hands went to pick up a can of peaches at the same time and your fingers brushed. Looking up at him, meeting his electrifying pale blue eyes, you blushed at his beauty before apologising for walking into him.

You both started talking and you found out you lived a few houses apart from each other’s. You knew of Ms Mead, you certainly didn’t know she had a son. You finished your shopping together and were walking back to your houses when he asked you if you’d like to hang out with him someday.

You agreed and ever since then, you’d become his closet friend. He confided in you, Ms Mead taught you about Satanism and Michael told you of his true heritage. You weren’t scared when he told you. But you did think if you could help him hang onto his humanity, maybe he’d realise that there are people out there who wouldn’t treat him as badly as his paternal family did. You wanted to keep him safe, and look after him always.

“Want to go and watch a film?” Michael asked you.

“Sure” you replied, getting up and following him to Ms Mead’s living room.

“I’ll see you kids later, I’m off to the supermarket” Ms Mead told you both.

You were sat watching horror films with Michael. He kept snorting every time the killer killed one of the hapless teenagers.

“They’re so stupid!” He retorted. “They could easily just torture the teens, THEN kill them” Michael said, more out loud than to you.

“Maybe the killer likes the thrill of the chase. Kind of like cat and mouse” you said.

Michael kept watching the film. About ten minutes later, you felt his arm behind your head as he stretched out.

Side eyeing his arm, you kept your face straight, staring at the tv.

His arm started to move closer to you, as if he was slyly trying to pull your body closer to him.

“Michael, what’cha doing?” you asked him.

“I felt like cuddling” he said simply. Like it was the most obvious question you’d ever asked him.

He likes cuddling up to you.

Normally his head was on your shoulder or on your lap as you ran your fingers through his silk soft blonde curls.

But lately, Michael started taking on a more confident approach. Like a boy who had a crush but wasn’t sure about making the first move so he’d see what he could try and get away with without trying to scare you off.

“You’re so cute” you chided.

“Why do you always say that” his said with a hump.

“Say what?” You asked him, confused as to his change of attitude

“You’re always calling me cute! Like I’m some kid you’re asked to babysit, and I’m not!” He replied huffily.

“Michael, I don’t think that. It’s just me and you are matured differently. You grew up so fast because your father wanted you too but mentally, you still come across as this innocent person who needs comfort, and reassurance and love” you told him, trying to soften the blow to his ego when in actual fact, you did see him as more of a child, regardless of his tall, handsome teenage appearance.

“But I’m not though” He whined. “I want you to see me as your equal” he said sadly. His beautiful pink lips protruding into a pout. Which to you, only made him look more adorable.

You couldn’t explain your attraction to Michael. Yes, he was very good looking. Who were you kidding, he was beautiful. But his mind, he was so innocent. And the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him or corrupt him. You felt almost responsible for him and you didn’t want to lose that connection you had with him.

“Michael, I...” you started saying

Michael stopped you from speaking, placing his fingers on your lips.

“Please don’t” he asked you. “I couldn’t take it hearing you don’t feel the same way about me as I do about you” his eyes full of sorrow.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and willed the water gathering at your eyes to cease.

“I’m gonna go” you whispered quietly.

“No! Wait!” Michael protested. Jumping up trying to stop you from leaving. “Please stay” he begged.

“I’ve got studying to do Mike, and I need to feed my cat” you lied to him. “I promise I’ll come by and see you tomorrow” you told him. Still not looking at him directly. You wouldn’t be able to handle his heartbroken eyes looking at you.

“Okay, you promise?” He asked you, hopeful. He hadn’t gone 6 months without seeing you daily.

“I promise” you told him, reaching up to peck him on his cheek, you quickly opened the door and briskly walked out.

Pleased to get some fresh air. You let out a deep breathe. Your chest was constricting. Surely you didn’t feel more for Michael than you let on. Could you?

Thinking you just need some space to think, you plugged in your earphones and carried on the street to your house.

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Can u do a Lil blurb/paragraph/Tell us about What Jim thinks and does and sees When he’s standing outside her window? (If u have time Ofc)-JimFicAnon🖤

You look so beautiful. The crisp air bites into my skin as I tug my jacket closer to my body. All I want is a peek, for those eyes I love so much to fall on me, for you to grace me with a castaway glance. I’m worthy of that, Y/N. I’m worthy of you too, you can’t see it anymore and that’s okay. I’ve been pushing you and you needed space and I’ve let you have it. But I can’t just not see you, I need to know you’re alright. I need to see that you miss me as much as I miss you.

Medina’s next to you and I try to contain my jealousy. Your first friend, the Mason you prefer right now. She gets to be your right hand, your confidant but she’s just as obsessed with you. You’re Medina’s only friend Y/N and she’s not gonna let you slip through her claws. I won’t either.

You’re listening to Medina intently, your face serious and engaged in complete contemplation of her every word. She’s feeding you lies, I’m not on drugs because I don’t need them any more. It as you Y/N, my lighthouse who showed me I didn’t need that kind of shit in my system. That there was so much more I could focus on and I’m better. You have made me a better person, I truly deeply believe that.

You eyes finally meet mine, God you’re stunning stood in those pyjamas that are just a bit too tight. You nipples peak through from the cold, tantalising me and I fight down the memories I play over and over. Us kissing, our legs tangling, you straddling me. I hunger for you taste and your skin on mine and when you look away I push myself off the car bonnet and throw my arms out. I am Romeo, declaring my devotion and I will keep performing till you invite me in again. I hate this goddamn play.

You head back inside with Medina and I’ve had my fill of you for tonight. The show is over and there’s not going to be an encore, I hate Medina but I don’t hate you.

The front door opens and my heart hitches, this is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for, Act Two is about to begin. But it’s my twin, my sister who would rather out her own twin than risk losing you to me again. Medina was the outcast, the third wheel and it suited me just fine.

“She wants to see you.”

Finally, my present feels heavy in my pocket. Burning with the weight of my sacrifice, of our impending future.

“God knows why,” Medina says, “Maybe our of pity for your pathetic ass. What you’re doing is creepy, Jim.”

I push past her, “You wait here.”

Medina ignores me, “What are you planning to do?”

“Just talk.”

She gets in-front of me, “Why can’t I believe that?”

I glower at her, “I would never harm her, Medina. But if you interfere, I will silence you.”

She doesn’t take me seriously, “This isn’t me harassing you when we were five.” She lectures, “This is my best friend, someone you love. You are going to push her away, you need to apologise and make amends before it’s too late.”

“I am going to.” I take her arms gently, peering the eyes almost identical to mine. “I will give her everything she ever wanted. I’ll marry her if I have to.” I kiss Medina’s forehead, “We’ll Ellet you visit, you won’t be cut off.”

“Jim what the fuck?” She breathes, “Marriage, we’re still kids.”

I thud upstairs, leaving her behind. I pause to stick my tongue out at her, “Someone’s gotta look after the kids when we’re out, Dina.”

@langdonsoceaneyes @alexcornerblog @sojournmichael @queencocoakimmie @starwlkers @lovelykhaleesiii @langdonsrapture @petersfern-fics @yourkingcodyfern

[toutallyahoe]

drabble dump pt4

requested by: –

pairing(s): various x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut

a/n: im tired atm

"happiness" — jim moriarty (sherlock)

Jim wasn't the most kindest man. In fact, one can say he is the devil himself.

He find happiness in the destruction he cause and the chaos he creates. Even in the horror and fear on people's faces.

But Jim also has another reason to be find happiness. And that was the man who's arms he find comfort in.

Jim let out a soft sigh as he moved closer, placing his body more deeper in the warm embrace of [Name]'s as the man held him closely and tightly.

Yes, Jim find happiness, and it's in [Name]'s arms.

"dont worry" — elijah kamski (detroit: become human)

Elijah rolled his eyes as he placed his hand on [Name]'s chest. The two men were both naked in bed, just having done with love making minutes ago and they were catching their breathes.

"You worry too much dear," Elijah had said. Talking about the conversation that lead to them in bed.

"I love you just the way you are," he said. Looking [Name] in the eye. "You're beautiful and I love you for it."

[Name] softly grabbed Elijah's hand on his chest, intertwining them together. [Name] then leaned towards Elijah and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"picture perfect" — albert mason (red dead redemption 2)

Albert let out a quiet giggle as he positioned his camera to a certain direction. Specifically, the direction where [Name] sat in the ground, below a large tree.

[Name] seemed to be sleeping while Albert looked at him from time to time as he adjusted his camera.

Albert smiled when he had placed his camera correctly and immediately went to take a picture on the sleeping man. Albert's smile soften with love gleaming in his eyes as he saw how peaceful [Name] was.

Snap

With that, Albert knew he took a picture he knew is perfect for him to have.

"regrets" — crowley (good omens)

Crowley regretted many things in his life. One of them was falling inlove.

He didn't mean too. Love was a fickle thing. He fell for [Name].

[Name], he was calculating, witty, and absolutely dangerous. He was a demon.

Crowley didn't know why he even liked the guy.

Maybe it was that time where [Name] had taken him under his wing when he was a new demon, just recently fallen. Maybe it was that.

Either way, Crowley fell and he regrets it. Love is an end of a demon.

Because down in hell? Loving a demon is more punishment than falling.

"tied" — john marston (red dead redemption 2)

Soft gasps and airy moans left John's lips as he felt the rope tied around his wrist burned whenever he tries to move his arms.

"D... damn it, [Name]," John cursed. The outlaw suddenly threw his head back as a loud moan left his lips. The said man merely let out an amused chuckle.

"What, little Johnny?" [Name] chuckled as he lazily thrusted himself onto John, the younger man moaned at his actions. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

John bit his bottom lip as he felt nails digging on his thighs.

"You wanted to be hogtied didn't you?" [Name] teased.

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[syntheticfoxfire]

jim mason + “you look miserable” - “the outside finally matches the inside”, angst

Sun was warm on your skin, hot in fact. At least the ocean stayed cool no matter how scorching the bright star made the Earth. Smiling, you kicked your feet underwater as you leaned back on your surf. You always loved the ocean. There was something about it that just drew you close, so dangerously close that you wouldn’t even mind drowning if it meant you understood some of its mysteries. One of them being a certain boy you were watching from the corner of your eye since you got into the water. He was currently riding a wave, distant look in his eyes as he watched the cliff above. Jim was… nice. It was fun to be around him, he was kind, but also mischievous. Not to mention handsome. He loved surfing and his sister was just as good a person once you got to know her. You grew close to them both, although you didn’t know the girl too much as she mostly kept to herself. Jim on the other hand was your close friend and you couldn’t help but worry about him.

Lately something felt off. He was still cracking jokes around your group of friends, still acting like the same good ol’ Jim… yet you felt in your gut that something was wrong. His smile didn’t reach his eyes and it was like he was slowly becoming more and more numb to the world around him with each passing day. And you absolutely hated it. “Hey.” A voice rang through the air and you jumped, violently dragged from your thoughts. You turned to its owner and smiled seeing it was the boy occupying your mind. “Hey,” you greeted back and he gave a smile of his own. That fake, fabricated smile you hated so much. At least now he was close enough for you to look at him without being constantly interrupted by your friends. He was sitting in pretty much the same position as you, but where you were relaxed, he was tense. As if he was expecting something bad to happen any second. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept well for some time – or was it that shit boys sometimes gave him? Just the thought made your stomach churn. “What?” He asked, playfully raising a brow at you noticing your inspection of him. Oh how you wished you could tune in on that tone. “You look miserable,” you stated matter-of-factly. Your eyes met and you held his gaze. It was unsure, taken aback even. You imagined the gears grinding in his brain. Then he chuckled humorlessly in defeat, a sigh escaping his lips. “The outside finally matches the inside.” He bit his lip, turning away from you. Before you thought about the consequences, you reached out and grabbed his hand. He turned back and you could see a single tear running down his cheek. “That’s not okay,” you said simply. “Wanna talk about it?” He lowered his eyes to where your hand rested over it, then they flicked to your group. “Maybe somewhere else?” He half-guessed and you could see he wasn’t sure about the idea. “I’d love to but I get it if it’s too personal or whatever,” you shrugged with a smile and meant to fold your hand back in your lap but his other hand gently pulled it back, trapping it in place. You gave him a curious look. “No, I mean,” he sighed, swallowing thickly, “Are you free tonight? Medina’s gonna be out and I don’t want to be alone.” He admitted and you gave him a sympathetic smile. “Sure, just say the place and time and I’ll be there,” you promised, squeezing his hand a bit. He seemed to appreciate the gesture, squeezing back. “Will you stay like this if I let go now?” He whispered so quietly you nearly didn’t hear him through the waves crashing against shore. You followed his gaze to your hands and your heart skipped a beat. “I will.” The words left your mouth before you even realized it. He carefully took his hand off yours as he let your fingers lace together. Your eyes met again and he smiled before turning his head to look at the ocean in front of you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. This smile of his was genuine.

[wonhosmistress]

Kinktober 1st

Word Count: 1062 

Warnings: Outpost!Micheal, spanking, female x male, self-indulgent, KINKTOBER, dirty talking, uses of “little girl�� (if I missed anymore pls let me know!)

(I tried editing/proofreading as much as possibly could there might be few mistakes or ALOT who knows? This is my first time writing smut, ENJOY!🖤)

~

   The sound of boots echoing through the room down the hall as soon as the stranger made their presence known he stopped for a moment and stared down Ms. Venable from afar with a catatonic expression only to display a disapproving smirk before disappearing from his face. He continued to walk towards her and halted alongside her before giving her a domineering expression. She glanced at him in discomfort and walked off.  

“My name is Langdon, and I represent The Cooperative.” “I won’t sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. My Arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” “The three other compounds—in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia, and San Angelo, Texas—have been overrun and destroyed. We’ve had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they, too, have been eliminated.” “What happened to the people inside?” Timothy questioned. “Massacred.” He said drawing out the word as he looked at Timothy Callously. “The same fate that will befall almost all of you.”

 “Almost all?” She questioned concerned while staring at Langdon. He looked over at her in a confident stance as his eyes peered at her with a scowl on his face-- if looks could kill she’d sure as hell would be dead right now, he brought his attention back to the purples and soon after finishing his speech he left the room. 

The loud knock of Ms. Venables’ cane echoed through the room signaling the greys to get back to work. She followed Mallory back to the kitchen and continued to wash the dishes they had left and as they both finished up their duties they swept and mopped the floor. They both said their goodnight’s and headed to their corresponding rooms, she entered hers in exhaustion closing the door behind her and took off her shoes until a knock got her attention. She tiringly walked towards it and opened it coming face to face with Ms. Mead. “Mr. Langdon has summoned you.” She said in a demanding tone making her sigh mentally. She wasn’t ready to come face to face with him…he intimidated the hell out of her making her dread being with around him.

“I’ll be right there.” Ms. Mead had left leaving her to quickly put her shoes back on she looked over at herself in the mirror and dusted her dress off to at least look semi-presentable. She made her way out and slowly walked downstairs finally coming face to face with the giant doors and sighed, the doors slid open leaving her in shock as she felt Langdons’ deep gaze upon her.

“Come on.” She stared at him trying hard to not seem anxious she sat down on the extra chair and stayed put for what seemed like forever he slid the doors close and paced around her like a prey he sat down boring his eyes into her making her fingers fidget in anxiousness. “um-are you going-““Did your daddy not teach you any manners?” He questioned as he continued his prolonged stare trying to catch a glimpse of her reaction making her freeze in shock. “w-what?”.

He leaned his body closer to the desk. “tell me…did he or do you lack proper manners?”

 “I’m sorry...what does that have to do with this interview?” she asked dumbfounded at the question. 

“It relates, considering that you interrupted my speech.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come off as rude,” she said looking at him with anxious filled eyes.

 “well, you did. And I don’t think you’re truly sorry. Maybe you need someone to teach you some decent manners?” 

He said as he stood up and slowly made his way towards her. He lowers his condescending gaze to meet her fearful own but he knew that she couldn’t hide her arousal, he could even smell it from afar and the thought alone made him snicker. However, to her, it felt like she was being stared down for an eternity until he slowly circled behind her and whispered, “Bend over.” in a rough yet demanding tone. She followed his orders leaving her stunned at her body’s surrender to him and rested her arms above the desk, she felt the sudden cold breeze brush against her skin giving her goosebumps in the process. 

“Such an obedient pet.” He mocked as he placed his right hand on the small section of her back while holding the fabric of her dress down and pressing her body down. He gazed at her ass and smirked once he noticed that she was wearing plain white panties.  

She felt his cold hand agonizingly caress her soft ass making her bite her lower lip in order to avoid giving Michael the satisfaction but to him, that wouldn’t suffice he lifted his hand off her ass and the sudden sensation of his hand smacking down loudly on her skin made her breathe hitch. Her legs began to shake at the sting finally catching up to her, “oh, does my little girl like this?” he teased as he hooked his fingers in the soft white fabric roughly pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. His smooth voice made her cheeks flush and the thought of being exposed to Michael only made it worse for her.

“Is my little slut eager for another punishment, hm?” His voice ghosting over her ear as he leans in closer. She whimpered beneath him wiggling her ass for more skin on skin contact she needed this more than she would really like to admit, and it was torturing her. He fondled her ass before giving her another pleasure-filled strike making her let out an impure moan from that innocent mouth of hers. “This will teach you to be a rude little girl.” “Please...” 

“Please what, pet?” He mocked as he observed her shaky, needy, mess in amusement. “Will you be a good obedient girl, from now on?” She tried to say something but nothing would come out she felt his stare looking below her, she wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by Michael. “Yes, I will be a good girl.” She managed to let out. He was pleased with her answer, he roughly pulled her hair as he gave five more strikes. “Count.” He demanded.

“One.” smack!

“Two.” smack!

“Three..aah”  smack!  

“Four”  smack!  

“Five”  smack!   

“Clean yourself up.” He said to her as he walked out of his office leaving her in a dismayed state on the floor with a disheveled dress and hair as tears formed around the corner of her eyes from the lack of pleasure she received. 

~

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[faeriecxrcle]

shower sex [2/31] -jim x reader

warnings: none really, sweet shower sex, dirty talk

The smell of the ocean clung to you during the drive home, and you could feel your hair frizzing from the salt in the water. Surfing with Jim was one of your favourite pastimes, but the aftermath was one you’d rather do without. 

You squirm uncomfortably in the passenger seat as Jim drives you both back to his house, and he glances to you at the movement, “You okay, babe?” 

“Just gonna need a shower when we’re at yours,” you murmur, looking forward to the warm water washing over your body, the smell of Jim’s shower gel filling your nose. 

Jim smiles at you, placing one of his hands on your knee, “That’s cool, I’ll grab you a towel when we get back.”

True to his word, once you arrive back at his place, he grabs you a towel and leads you to the bathroom, “No one should be home for a while still, so don’t worry about locking the door. Don’t want you falling and I can’t get in.” 

You nod and smile at your boyfriend’s concern, “I’ll be fine,” and you lean up, giving him a chaste kiss, taking the towel from him, “I’ll see you soon.” 

Jim watches you leave and you exaggerate your hip movements slightly, a grin on your face as you step inside the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You undress and turn the shower on, stepping inside once it’s warmed up slightly, and you let out a moan the moment the water hits your skin. 

You wash your hair, relieved to have that ocean smell out of it; it’s funny because on Jim you couldn’t get enough of the scent. 

Arms suddenly wrap around you from behind and you let out a squeal of shock, and you hear Jim’s soft laughter. 

“Jim! You asshole!” You try and elbow him at his sides, and he presses his nose into your throat, kissing the skin softly. 

“I’m sorry baby, just couldn’t resist joining you after your little teasing,” he nibbles at your pulse point and you moan softly, relaxing into his hold. 

“Oh, you noticed that?” You smirk a little, pressing your ass back into his crotch. 

“Indeed, I did,” Jim groans, spinning you around and pressing you up against the shower wall, kissing you roughly, wet mouths sliding over each other as the shower washes down over you both. 

He grabs onto your thighs, and hauls you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, holding onto him tightly. You wrap your arms around his neck, grabbing onto his wet hair, kissing him even harder, as you grind against each other, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance but always just missing it and sliding over your clit. 

With a frustrated whine you bite his bottom lip, “Fuck me already!” 

Jim smirks and runs his nose over yours, kissing you softly, “You want my cock, baby girl? Want me to split you open?” 

He’s always had a penchant for dirty talk. 

“Please, need you inside me, now!” You demand, rutting against him desperately. 

With a deep kiss, he tilts his hips and slides into you in a smooth movement, making you release a sharp cry into his mouth. You pant as he picks up a the pace, your back sliding up and down the wet shower wall. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” you squeal, back arching with every thrust. 

Jim grunts and moans, face pressed into your throat as he rolls his hips, practically bouncing you up and down on his cock. 

You grab his face and kiss him hard, the beginnings of your orgasm washing over you, your cunt clenching around his length. A harsh groan leaves you as you cum, and Jim’s hips stutter, and you can feel his cock twitching inside you, signalling his release as well. 

He continues fucking you through your orgasms, until he eventually slows down, panting heavily. 

A giggle leaves you as you pant along with him, and he laughs too, kissing you sweetly. 

“Well, we should certainly do that again sometime,” Jim teases, and you nod, your wet nose brushing against his. 

******

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[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

This would be fun too! Send me a number and one of Cody’s characters!

smut prompts

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You’re more than just a one night stand.”

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

“You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

“Like what you see?”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Dont be so rough. there cant be any marks.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

“No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much..”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“Mine.”

“We cant do that here!”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Come here.”

“Watch me.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

“If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”

“Put that thing away!”

“Don’t kink shame me.”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“You taste like fucking candy.”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“You make a sound and its game over.”

“Just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

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

“Were you just masturbating?”

“U-uh..no, i was just..”

“Want some help?”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!”

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“Tell me again.”

“You have no idea how much i want you.”

“Say it.”

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

“Wow, i didn’t realize you were that…flexible.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll.”

“I think thats the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then do it.”

“You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”

“Who said it had to be on the bed?”

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”

“For the love of fuck.”

“Yep, thats me. I love to fuck.”

“How do i look?”

“Would you reconsider if i was sober?”

“I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if i try hard enough.”

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

“You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.”

“I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”

“We’re…..just friends.”

“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!”

“How quickly can you cum?”

“There’s people here.”

“I know.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m up for it if you are.”

“Don’t ruin the sofa.”

“Ill just have to cum inside you then.”

“Stop dancing like that or i’m going to cum in my pants.”

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

“You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”

“I’m gonna strangle you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

“Stop distracting me.”

“Were you touching yourself?”

“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”

“That’s probably the fastest i’ve ever done that.”

“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?”

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

“It was so worth the injury though!”

“Saddle up doll.”

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

“God damnit, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.”

“If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

“Yes we can.”

“What are you doing in my bed?!”

[duncvns]

How do you think Xavier, Duncan and Jim would react to being caught crying

For Xavier I feel like he’d play it off like he was laughing and when you asked him why there are tears running down his face, he’d say something like ‘Tears? Psh, baby. It was the wind or something’

Duncan is a bit different. He wouldn’t hide the fact that he’s crying, he would only try to wipe his tears and nose as to not look messy when you see him. He’s not closed off emotion wise, he knows when and where to cry.

Jim I feel would be similar to Duncan. He wouldn’t hide his tears. He would try and distance himself from you, afraid that he’ll grow a bit hostile and he never, ever wants to hurt you.

[hecohansen31]

hey! if you’re requests are still open, could you do a small piece with the foursome! maybe the reader finally talks about her own trauma (daddy issues?) and opens up for once.

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So I hope you won’t mind that I changed your request: I previously had an idea, and I thought this request was perfect to develop it (also because I am costantly scared to write badly any mental health issues, even ‘daddy issues’!).

Still, as always, if you feel uncomfortable or you didn’t like this, you just have to send me an ask and I’ll rewrite this again!

WARNINGS: Talk About Mental Health/Trust Issues/Problematic Relation With Therapists/Light Stalking/Poly-Relationship.

You had started seeing a therapist, before you had started your relationship with Duncan, Michael and Jim.

Although you weren’t ashamed of such thing, you hadn’t told them about it, more out of the constant habit of dealing things on your own than because you felt uncomfortable talking about such a thing.

And it hadn’t been a problem for you, you could juggle up perfectly your business and most of the time you could count on a perfect excuse to justify the hour you spent with your therapist, each Friday.

You therapist actually knew about your relationship and hadn’t pressured you into revealing them your problematics or the fact that you visited her weekly, but she had highly suggested that you talked with them about it.

‘There is nothing to be ashamed, (Y/N)’ she had told you, meanwhile you fidgeted with your hands ‘You know well that they aren’t the judging type and that, what you do here, is absolutely nothing illegal or wrong’.

You had nodded, but every time, right when you wanted to talk with them about it, the words died on your tongue and you quickly changed the theme of your chats and shifted their focus away from you.

But soon your small absences were noticed by your lovers: Duncan sometimes would call you to check on you, just to find your phone switched off, which was strange not only because nobody switched off their phones anymore, but also you were pretty active with it.

Jim and Michael had tried to propose some interesting activities to do on Friday afternoon, so that you could spend some time together, but you would always shake your head, and suggest either another time or another date, coming up with new excuses each time.

But they noticed that you would always keep each Friday at 4:30 p.m. free, and one day, they had chosen to follow you, although Michael had insisted that it was extremely stalkerish.

‘It isn’t stalkerish if done with love’ had muttered Jim, and Michael had just shot him a look before muttering about how ‘he shouldn’t have let him watch ‘You’ on Netflix’.

They had followed you, ‘discreetly’, although they were lucky that you hadn’t noticed them because you were too much on cloud nine, since they did nothing more than tripping onto things and running into people, but they had made it to a small building, which looked pretty normal.

Were you meeting with a friend?

Both Jim and Michael were surprised about you meeting with a friend, without telling them.

But they weren’t one of those ‘always together couple’, but they didn’t understand why you would hide them an outing with friends.

… but maybe it wasn’t simply an outing with a friend.

Were you cheating on them?

That would explain the secrecy and the fact that you were entering that building.

They also managed to enter it although clumsily, asking one of its resident to open the door, faking to be the friends of one of the other tenants, but once they were inside they weren’t able to actually look where you had gone and ended up exploring rather clumsy.

But their eyes were immediately caught by what looked like a private studio and they wandered inside, mostly because everything was better than the thought of you cheating on them: maybe you simply were having some problems you were too ashamed to talk with them.

They knew lately you had been writing some stories, maybe you had chosen to publish them and this was a talent scout or a publishing house…

Once they were inside, they realized it wasn’t a simple studio, but it was a therapist one, the secretary looking at them confused before she dared to ask them whether they had an appointment or needed to book one.

“Ahem we are…actually… in need to book one” lied Jim, and Michael was half thankful that the secretary didn’t seem to care enough about them to avoid noticing the fakeness in Jim’s tone, who continued on setting a fake appointment, giving the woman the same date of (Y/N)’s strange absence.

“I am sorry, but that spot is already busy” she mumbled and Michael managed to catch a glimpse of the timetable discovering that your name was signed down for that spot, showing that you were seeing a therapist.

That for  all that time you had been seeing one, without telling them anything.

Were you ashamed?

Had they given you the idea of not being able to take care of you?

Had they given you the idea that they would make fun of you, if you told them that you were seeing a therapist?

They hadn’t certainly been truly angelic with you, but they were open-minded enough not to judge you about feeling the need of seeing somebody that might help you.

Michael couldn’t help but be both slightly disappointed and both a bit self-conscious of his behavior towards you.

As Jim finished settling the appointment, he grabbed him by the shirt, to let him know they had to leave, before you finished your session, saluting the secretary as she reminded one last time to them the date of the appointment.

“Please don’t tell me I just signed up for nothing” mumbled Jim, once they were outside.

“(Y/N) was here” mumbled Michael was they were inside of the car, gaining a skeptical look from Jim “… she is… she is seeing a therapist, I saw her spot on the timetable, meanwhile you were booking the appointment”.

“Why is (Y/N) seeing a therapist?” asked Jim, much more naively than Michael, meanwhile he rode off quickly making sure not to attract any attention on them “… do you think that it is because we make her crazy”.

“Jim, why do you have to make this funny whereas it isn’t in the slightest!” Michael’s outburst of rage made Jim tremble lightly and the blond man tightened the grip onto the steering wheel, coming to an abrupt stop “… I am sorry, it just… baffles me… that she…”.

“…that she doesn’t trust us?” completed Jimmy, before he softly pushed an hand onto Michael’s white knuckles “… Michael we hated her till a month ago… she has every right to keep us out of some things she thinks are personal”.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to stalk her?” shot back Michael.

“Because I thought she was hiding someone, but… Michael… how long did it take you to open up with me and Duncan about your problems with your grandma? Or for me to open up about my substance abuse” Michael didn’t answer “… it took us long, and you can’t blame her”.

“So, we have to pretend nothing happened?” Michael didn’t know if he could do it and was thankful when Jim shook her hand.

“No, we need to talk with Duncan and her, at least to apologize, and to show our support towards her and her journey” replied Jimmy, meanwhile he quickly held and gripped Michael’s hand on the steering wheel.

“Then I think we should get some cake”.

You had come home after an entire afternoon of crazy errands, although you had wished, for the entire time, nothing more than to come back home, mostly since the therapy of that day had been rather serious, and again, your therapist had explained the importance of letting your partners know of your journey, both to help you and to be sincere with them.

You had actually thought about coming clean, and in the end swore to confess it to them at least before Sunday, but when you had come home, the climate… was strange.

Michael was avoiding you, without putting into it too much effort to hide it and Jim was exceeding with his usual cuddles, even going as far as to stick at you when you got up to get the dinner ready, awakening also Michael, who came to stand into one of the stool at the kitchen island, beside Jim, as if they wanted to talk with you.

“Did something happen, guys?” you asked, wondering whether you had forgotten some anniversary or birthday “… are you mad at me?”.

“We followed you today” spoke Michael, almost spitting out the words as if they were on the tip of his tongue “… Jim has seen too many ‘You’ episode and decided to finally discover what you do each Friday at 4:30 p.m.”.

You were petrified on the spot and Jim continued, Michael’s speech, with much more sweetness to the tone:

“I didn’t mean to, but… I just… I thought you might be seeing someone else” your expression quickly changed to baffled, mildly offended “… I am sorry, you know we have abandonment issues… but this is another problem, we have discovered you are seeing a therapist”:

Well the truth was now out and you couldn’t help but be nervous at their thoughts, although you were ashamed, you knew people had mixed reaction about you seeing a therapist, you had been even wary about sharing this with some of you more distant friends.

“Why did you hide it from us?” Michael’s accusing tone was enough to made you cringe, and he saw it, immediately backing up and muttering a light ‘sorry’.

“I… I don’t know… it just never came up” you replied, hiding slightly in yourself, shrinking a bit to appear smaller.

“Don’t you trust us?” asked Jim, his tone definitely lighter than Michael, but the accusation heavy on his tone.

“It isn’t that I don’t trust you, but…” you tried to mumble “… it’s difficult for me to talk about it… it took me years to approach a therapist, and I am not ashamed of it, but I tend to deal… with things… on my own, have always been”.

“You don’t have anymore” a deep voice, surprised you and you all turned to catch Duncan staring at them, and you couldn’t help but blush further, hiding in the kitchen “…I am sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but I just wanted you to know that at least for me… this is a judgement free place”.

“Thank you” you stammered, meanwhile your other two lovers nodded.

“I am not going to lie I felt a bit heartbroken when I discovered this, but…” spoke Michael, and held out an hand for you to take, a true peace offering “… I understand now why you might not want to talk about it with us, but… if you need anything, you are more than welcome to let us know”.

“Yeah, exactly!” backed him up Jimmy “… is there something you want to talk about with us? Is there something we need to avoid? Or any way we can help you?”.

You appreciated Jimmy’s questions, although you couldn’t help but be slightly nervous, gently encouraged by Duncan, who came behind you and hugged you softly, letting you know his presence in this.

“I might need wine to speak up a bit” you joked, and Michael joined the laugh before he promptly mumbled.

“We have a chocolate cake to share” he mumbled, before he promptly added “I mean you have one and I have my own”.

“I think that you also need an appointment to a therapist or some doctor to check on that sugar flow”.

“You are just jealous of my perfect weight, Jimmy!”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at that and cuddled a bit tighter into Duncan’s arms: you might have had bad and heavy days, but you had three lovers always ready to make you feel better.

You were glad to have them in your life.

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

My heart! 😍😍🥰

Flecks of Gold | Jim Mason

A/N I’ve never written for Jim but I’m absolutely in love with his character and thought I’d give it a go??

Warnings: Fluffy Jim you might cry

Word Count: 445

The soft cracks of sunlight through the thinning linen curtains shone against your face, gently warming your exposed skin - her rays casting a delicate orange glow across your torso. Your eyes softly fluttered open -  pupils contracting against the sudden change in light - and they danced across the room, taking in the yellowing sparkle of the picture frames and mirror hung neatly against the wall.

Your arm travelled west, seeking the stilled figure of your boyfriend lay sound asleep beside you and when your fingertips found the mountainous range of covers blanketing his legs, your lips curved into a delicate smile and you pushed yourself over to greet the stormy oceans of his eyes. Your smile grew when Jim’s gaze locked on yours and he mimicked your expression, pushing his tongue out in a childish greeting.

“How long have you been awake?” The soft whispers of sleep escaped your lips and Jim closed his eyes momentarily, pursing his lips and wiggling them in contemplation.

“About an hour… Watching you sleep…” His words came delicately, a barely audible whisper beyond the bed you occupied. Your brows furrowed and head tilted against the pillow, mouth ajar at Jim’s decleration.

“Watching me sleep?” Love laced your voice and you found it hard to hold back the tears pricking your eyes. It was only a small moment of intimacy - the sun still warming your cheeks, nose, accentuating the flecks of orange entwined within your iris’ - but hearing Jim’s raspy words against your lips, his eyes glazed and stuck on yours, provided you a warmth flooding your veins, crashing against your heart and causing small tears to pool against your brim.

“You looked peaceful… cute… you always look cute…” Jim shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head and releasing a large spell of air, as if his complements meant squat.

However, they meant the world to you.

You scrunched your eyes shut and a lone tear spilled against your cheek, the droplet running down and finding it’s way to the corner of your mouth - dampening your lips and turning your tongue salty. With eyes still closed, you leant forward and pressed your lips against Jim’s, the sweet vanilla scent you knew too well replacing the bitterness of your tears and ensnaring your senses - Jim’s touch being the only thing you cared about.

“I love you” He whispered into your mouth and you chuckled, bringing your hand to his cheek and cupping it gently, your eyes focusing on his once more.

“I love you, too, Baby…” With this, you rolled over and pushed yourself against Jim’s body, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder. “I love you, too…”

—

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[hisgirlwonder]

Masterlist

Here is a list comprised of some things I have written - each with a tiny synopsis and warning (if applicable) in case they aren’t to your liking! I’ve written it from newest to oldest in terms of the “ideas” I’ve had. Hope you enjoy ♥

Key: *smut, ^drabble

🖊️ Lost and Found* [preview] → Duncan and Michael have happily been together for many years until one day, questions emerge around the topic of sexuality. (warning: masturbation)

Innocence Lost* → In your father’s eyes, you were his and his alone… until you weren’t; until he’d sold you to the Son of Satan for his own survival. (warning: trauma, abusive/manipulative relationships, degradation, use of body fluids, anal play, BDSM)

🖊️ East to West [1] [2] → Michael decides to move the two of you to Palos Verdes because of a bit of persuasion by a friend, Phil Mason. Would it live up to your expectations?

Heart-Shaped Glasses* [1] [2] → You’re a good girl for Duncan.. until you aren’t. (warning: daddy kink, age regression, food play, face fucking, sex toys, “forced” orgasms, light degradation)

🖊️ Wicked Games* [1] [2] → You’ve been appointed to represent an old acquaintance, Duncan Shepherd. When Michael learns of your latest case he comes up with a way the two of you can make light of the situation. (warning: sex, implied cuck, implied sexual misconduct, power kink, mention of degradation, adultery)

Burning Desire* → Michael is desperate to be alone with you, his little grey, so he devises a plan since he’s unable to get you off his mind. (warning: oral sex)

Undeniable* → You and Michael are past lovers reunited. (warning: daddy kink, light degrading/humiliation, d/s. use of “force”, bondage, sex)

🖊️ House of Wolves* [1] [2] [3] [4] → The application to Kineros Robotics you submitted wins you an apprenticeship and Michael takes an instant liking to you, much to the dismay of others. (warning: workplace masturbation, implied oral and sex, angst)

Greedy* → Hawthorne’s Boy Wonder is all too curious while you’re away and sees what all the fuss is about. (warning: implied oral, mommy kink, d/s, c and b torture, pegging, light humiliation, schoolboy kink)

Atonement* [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] → Michael has bestowed the elusive position of his assistant upon you and the feelings that develop cause you to act out; unfortunately, there are consequences to bad behaviour. (warning: public and private humiliation/degradation, use of body fluids, workplace kink, sex toys, anal play, forced pet play, sadism, voyeurism, etc)

Seeing Red [1] [2] → Labelled ”the perfect pair” by almost everyone until Michael learns a few home truths about who he is. Meanwhile, you have a few truths of your own to bare to him.

Defiance* [1] [2] - maybe I will finish this one day???? → You’re the newest member at Outpost 3 and meet old friends, make new enemies, and are introduced to a mysterious man with golden hair. (warning: masturbation, cock worship, oral, face fucking, d/s, sex)

His Little Demon* → Sinking his teeth into a new project at work, Michael spends one too many late nights at work which leaves an unhappy wife at home. (warning: workplace degradation/humiliation, ruined orgasm, d/s)

Heaven in Hiding* → Michael wants you in his office and you’ve never been one to listen to orders; you won’t go without a fight. (warning: public humiliation/degradation, d/s, oral)

You’re My Kingdom Come* → You’re trying to contain a huge secret but Coco sees the bruises on your arm and is becoming increasingly worried. (warning: daddy kink, d/s, workplace sex)

Adrenalize Me* [1] [2] → Michael hires you to help him with his work but there are secrets hiding behind his office door and you’re about to learn exactly what they are. (warning: lesbian sex, oral sex/facefucking, public/workplace, implied puppy play, d/s)

Young and In Love → You were nothing in your own eyes but all Michael, your boyfriend, wants to do is love you. (warnings: none, but this is aimed at a plus size reader with a bit of body worship thrown in there)

Tearing You Apart*^ → Never one to back down from a fight, you give it to Michael as good as you get it. (warning: workplace degradation/humiliation, d/s)

Daddy’s Gift*^ → It’s Christmas time and Daddy has a special gift for his little girl. (warning: sex toy mention, implied smut)

You Feel Like Home*^ → Michael has a bad dream and needs comforting from his mommy. (warning: nipple play, mommy kink)

Forgive Me, Father*^ → Michael, being the Antichrist, decides it would be fun if the two of you desecrate the bible. (warning: oral sex)

Her Middle Name is Trouble*^ → You want your daddy’s attention and will do anything to get it. (warning: implied smut, daddy kink, d/s)

Mommy’s Boy* → Michael is overworked and stressed out and in need of relief in the form of his special time. (warning: breeding/pregnancy kink, mommy kink, sex)

Sucker For Pain*^ → Michael and you are keeping a secret from the rest of the other inhabitants of Outpost 3. (warning: daddy kink, d/s, public humiliation/degradation)

Young God*^ → Surrounded by God-loving humans wasn’t your idea of a good time and Michael hated it as well. (warning: school kink, implied oral, implied sex)

This is What You Live For* → You’re bored and Michael is busy (..but not for long). (warning: mommy kink, innocence kink, oral, face sitting, squirting, 69, multiple orgasms)

Look, But Don’t Touch* → Frustrated by his attraction to you, Michael needs to take it out on your body. (warning: light degradation/humiliation, workplace sex, spanking, face fucking, cum play)

Tempt Me*^ → You wake from your afternoon nap and you’re ready to play with Daddy. (warning: daddy kink)

You Belong to Me* → Michael needs his assistant to help with a pressing matter. (warning: degradation/humiliation, workplace sex, d/s, oral sex, rimming, anal sex)

Surprise* → Michael has a surprise for you, in the form of a pretty boy. (warning: d/s, threesome, cuckold, voyeurism, spitroast, degradation/humiliation, oral, sex, cum fixation)

On Fire*^ → You’re Michael’s fuck toy and he wants to hear you say it. (warning: sex, d/s)

I’m A Friend and You’re All I Need* → Michael is begging for the one thing you’ve been wanting the whole time you’ve been together and you’re about to give it to him. (warning: light degradation/humiliation, d/s, sex toys, pegging, mommy kink)

He Loves Control* → It’s time to be interviewed for a spot in The Sanctuary and Michael has a plan for you. (warning: virgin reader, d/s, degradation/humiliation, oral, sex)

Puppy Love* → Michael is restless and eager to play but you? You’ve got the pussy, you make the rules. (warning: puppy play, mommy kink, oral)

Lesson Learned* → Michael knows you’ve misbehaved and now he’s going to punish you. (warning: degradation/humiliation, d/s, forced urination/urolagnia, spanking, sex toys, rimming)

Oh, How I’ve Missed You* → The two of you finally get a moment alone and he wants to have a special conversation. (warning: oral sex)

His Revelation* → Michael has a secret and can no longer keep it hidden. (warning: mommy kink)

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Constantine!Duncan Drabbles

I was (I am, and always will be) obsessed with Constantine!Duncan, his two incubi Michael and Jimmy, and all his adventures. @lvngdvns created them, I talked with her about a story I imagined and also sent an ask about it, but now all is gone... So, I decided to not bother her with a new ask and do a drabble about it. I hope you will like it, and I hope she will like it too... 

(Sorry, it’s not proper English at all, I know mistakes were made) 

 - Reader is the daughter of John Henry Moore, a famous exorcist and mentor of Duncan Shepherd, the Wonder Boy.

- Her mother died giving birth, leaving her alone with her father

- She is not special, doesn't have any abilities, and she doesn't feel wanted in this universe of magic and demons

- John Henry is a very distant father. Of course he loves his daughter, more than anything, but he was always a cold man, and he doesn't want his enemies to attack her, so he hide his feelings

- Reader meet Duncan when her dad become his mentor. He is like 15 and they are friends at the beginning, but like JHM, Duncan quickly understand it's too dangerous to be close to her, so even if he likes her (and he knows she likes him), he decided to be cold and distant, hurting her for her own good.

- His hidden love for her and his frustration attract the attention of two incubus, Michael and Jim, who decided to come to his house. He tried to make them leave, but his feelings always make them come back and he decided to make a deal with them.

- They can stay and "feed", but they have to help him with his job and his "problem"

- Reader is older now, but single and in love with Duncan, even if he reject her over and over again, and because her dad's job scared all the boyfriends she tried to bring back home.

- When her dad go see Duncan for a case, she comes with him to say 'Hi !", even if the incubi scare her a bit.

- Michael and Jim never tried anything with her, because Duncan said he will kill them if they do.

- If she stays in the guestroom, she can hears them fucking, feeling more and more depressed

- On day, a powerful demon wants to take revenge on JHM and Duncan

- He is not stupid, he knows they like Reader deeply, and since she is so lonely and sad, she is an easy target

- Of course she is possessed, and the worst part ? No one noticed, since they don't pay attention to her, thinking demons will not waste their time for "nothing".

- During months, the demon mess with their missions, even make them believe that one of their colleagues is possessed, never thinking it can be her

- Sometimes, she shows her "demon face" to her father, who, without looking at her, says "What do you want ?" or "I don't have time right now".

- And she doesn't come to Duncan's place anymore, because the incubi will know, they can sense things like that

- The two demons are also the first who wonder why she doesn't come to see Duncan like before (they like to see their nervous interactions)

- JHM : "Well I guess she understood her crush had to stop and she needs time."

- One night, she said some friends invite her to a party and her dad doesn't worry when she is not home the next morning

- But after two day without any news, he panicked and call Duncan. At the same time, a series of murder happen in town.

- They are looking at the same time for Reader and the murderer, cleary possessed, thinking she may be one of his victims.

- They find her in an old hotel, whey they leave her with a colleague, when they try to find the murderer

- She kills the colleague and try to kill them

- But Duncan and JHM are stronger than the demon and they manage to capture her without hurting her

- But she is still possessed, so they need to practise an exorcism

- Problem : Reader was so sad that they didn't see anything after all this time, she decided to let the demon do what he wants, so he is allowed in her body, making the exorcism almost impossible, except if she decides to reject him

- When they learn that, Duncan and her dad don't understand, don't know what to do...

- But the demon talks too much, being too confident, and they quickly understand why Reader is so mad at them

- JHM, even if he is not good at it, tells his daughter that he loves her. She always thought he would have prefer her mother to live and her to die, and that's why he hates her in her mind

- After that, it's Duncan's turn

- He doesn't find the courage to say that he loves her, but he confess that the first time Jom and Michael seduced him, they had took her appearence. He also say he cares for her and is scared to endanger her. Obviously, it didn't work at all

- After hearing that, Reader doubts, the demon tries his best to tell her they only say that to make him leave, and when he will be gone, they will act as before

- But Reader decides to trust them

- They succeded and make the demon go. But Reader is ashamed of what happened, when it's because of her dad and Duncan's actions that she end up in this situation. She is also still a bit mad at Duncan, because he didn't confess his true feelings.

- So she decided to leave, to never bother him anymore

- "I'm a big girl now, I will leave you in peace. I'm sorry for everything."

- JHM is devastated, becayse he knows he was not a good father

- And Duncan doesn't think it's a good idea, because she could be possess again if she is far away. He could just say "Stay, I love you" but noooo. He decided to do something stupid instead.

- He scared her with stories of possessions and just say "At least, stay in the city, near us"

- He wanted her to come to his house, but he is too shy to ask

- So Reader go leave in a flat, not far away, but she stop her visits

- Fortunately, Jim and Michael are not shy at all

- One night, when Duncan is asleep, they decided to visit Reader

- They didn't do anything, not even kissing her. Just cuddle and talk, saying they wanted to do that for a long time, but Duncan was jealous.

- "He doesn't want to see you two with someone else ?" asks Reader, who think Duncan is just into sex.

- "No silly girl"

- "Come with us"

- So here she is, in Duncan's bedroom, when he is asleep

- She wakes him, and of course he thinks she is one of the two demons, and he is not in the mood. Too sad.

- "Why ?" she asked

- "You know why"

- "No, tell me."

- During the exorcism, he didn't say anything, but now, in front of her, without her dad, he decied to tell her everything. How he missed her all the time, how much he loves her, that is only want to protect her and make her happy, even if it will not be with him, because it's too dangerous.

- She kiss him, and he started to do "more" BUT

- He realised this is not Michael, nor Jim, because they are watching them

- At first, Duncan wants to be sure it's really her and if the two incubi are not forcing her. The two demons are hurt to hear that "Idiot, do it !", "We were waiting for it for YEARS now !"

- When Duncan is sure, he make the demons leave the room. Their first time will be intimate.

- "OOOOOOH BOOOO !  You could thank us Dunc' ! Meanie !"

- The next morning, she comes to live with him, and of course Duncan wants the incubi to leave for good, bur Reader ask him to let them stay.

- "They are not so bad."

- "Thet are demons..."

- "I will not be here without them."

- From time to time, they visit them in their dream

- And then, sometimes for real

- This is not love of course, just fun. But everyone is quite happy with the situation

- Except JHM

- When he comes, he doesn't want to see or hear anything

- "I warn you Duncan. Nothing. I don't want to know. Just... be nice with my daughter."

- Duncan and the demons are very protective of her. No way she will be possessed again. The End ! 

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