#sub jim mason x reader

[i-will-die-for-jim-mason]

Casual Friday, we promise! (Sub!Jim Mason x Fem!reader)

A/n Alright Y'all I'm gonna be real and tell you up front I wrote most of this when I was still fucked up my wisdom teeth meds, and have never really edited anything in my life so this is what is. Which is some filth. And Shout out to @langdonsoceaneyes for putting up with all my bitching while I wrote this.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut, oral, public play, butt plugs, cock rings, femdom, dirty talk.

“Babe, are we really doing this?" Jim asked eyeing the toy's you had set out on the bed, while he was in the shower.

"If you want to back out you know what to say." You smirked knowing for as much as he whined he was probably even more into this idea than you, which was saying a lot.

Jim didn't respond right away but you could practically hear him arguing with himself in his head.

You watched him from your spot on the edge of the bed. Letting your eyes roam over him, taking in how handsome he looked even just out of the shower, watching drops of water occasionally dripping off his still damp hair, running down his tanned chest all the down to the white towel loosely hanging on his hips. You couldn't help but want to run your hands over the soft skin.

After a few moments, Jim groaned, before huffing out "Fine."

"Good now that we're all in agreement, drop the towel, Mr. Mason." Jim rolled his eyes at you but did as you asked.

You motioned for him to come closer till he was almost standing between your legs, you reached out caressing the soft skin of his hip, listing to the soft hitch of his breath. With your other hand, you grabbed the cock ring next to you on the bed.

You slipped it on him, watching the way the muscles in his thighs twitched from you touching his still soft cock. Once you had it secured you looked up and saw Jim staring at the ceiling, knowing him he was probably biting his bottom, trying to not get too riled up knowing what was in store for him.

But where's the fun in that?

Leaning forward you press some light kisses to stomach, you can feel his eyes on you now, trying to figure out what your plan is.

Pulling back, you look up into his eyes before patting the space next to you on the bed. "Alright baby we still have another toy, so hands and knees on the bed."

"How romantic." Jim mocked, as he moved on to the bed.

To which you responded to with a hard slap on his ass, watching how his body jerked while he let out a groan from the surprise hit.

"Don't be a brat, I was planning to give you some prep for the next toy but I could just shove it in there dry if that's what you’d prefer?" You tease, running your hand over where you spanked him.

"I'll be good." Jim whines, shooting you a look over his shoulder, pink lips pouting at you.

"That's my sweet boy." You move to kneel behind him placing a kiss on the small of his back, before moving your attention and hands to what's right in front of you.

You squeeze two handfuls of his ass listing to the little breathy noises he makes, slightly pushing back into your touch. Letting go with one hand you bring it to your mouth wetting one of the digits.

Moving back to his ass you use your other hand to pull back one cheek, running your wet finger around his hole, barely pushing the tip of your finger in.

"You feel so fucking tight baby, with how long you took in the shower, I was half expecting to see you gaping."

"Y/N" Jim whined, pushing back trying to get you to go further.

"Hmm? Do you need something?" You hummed, grinning at the fact you already had him begging.

"Please!" Jim whined.

"Please? Please, what? You're gonna have to be more specific than that baby." You tease, still barely playing with his hole.

"Please...Please just put it in me already."

"Aw baby, you should know by now I don't do anything by halves, but since you asked so nicely maybe I'll at least give you a treat."

You move your hands so they're spreading his ass, leaning down you give a quick kiss to a cheek, before moving further down.

Running your tongue around his hole, the gasp that rips out of him is enough to spur you on.

Pushing your tongue into his tight little ass, Jim letting out more and more noises at every little movement of your tongue. Pushing back against you trying to get just a little more friction, just withering as you fuck your tongue into him.

You could have spent all night in between his legs, just listening to his reactions but tonight had other plans.

Pulling back you nip at his ass, while he whined at the loss.

“What do you still want more?” You teased running a hand along his back. To which Jim only replied with a shaky nod.

“Such a greedy little boy aren't you?” You asked, slapping his ass when he didn't respond.

Grabbing a fist full of his hair you pulled him back to make him look at you. Dazed blue eyes meeting yours.

Running two fingers along his bottom lip he quickly takes them into his mouth moaning around them.

“God look at you, you are so fucking spoiled.” You pump your fingers in and out of his mouth watching the way his plumb lips spread around them. “What do you say when someone gives you a treat?”

The thank you is muffled from around your fingers, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care as you watch him sloppily suck on them, his eyes closed, face red, already looking completely fucked out before the night even began.

Pulling them out of his mouth he lets out another whine, lips blindly chasing your fingers.

Lightly shushing him, you bring your now wet fingers back to his ass, pushing one into him. Watching how his face contorts letting out a moan.

Figuring you've teased him enough, for now, you easily add in the second finger, stretching him open listening to the wanton moans he was letting out. Pushing his hips back into you.

You continued stretching him out, he was finally ready.

You grabbed the plug and lube from their place on the bed. You can feel Jim's eyes watching you as you cover the plug in lube.

“We're almost at the fun part baby.” You grin, watching how Jim flushes at another reminder that his night is just beginning.

You slowly push the plug into him, letting him adjust.

“The stretch feel good?” Jim answers with a moan as you push the widest part into him, settling the plug into him.

“So fucking good.” He manages to get out when you have the plug fully in him.

“You doing okay?” You ask softly, running a comforting hand along his back.

“Y-yeah.” He panted out after a second.

“Well I'm gonna have you doing a lot better than that by the time I'm done with you tonight.” You say, grabbing the little black the remote that came with the plug.

Switching it to its lowest setting, you watched the shock run up Jims back, the strangled sounding moan he let out was enough to tell you he didn't think you were going to turn it on just yet.

“Well come on babe you can't lay there all night, we have reservations.”

The car ride to the restaurant was tense, well at least for Jim. You happened to have a great time, getting to watch Jim from the corner of your eye. Tensing every time he thought you might be reaching for the little remote, but you played somewhat nice for the ride only turning it on to the lower levels. Not high enough to make him cum, but high enough to make sure he felt it. And judging by the little moans he was trying to bite back the whole ride, you’re willing to bet that it was working.

When you arrived you took mercy on him turning down to a couple of notches so he wouldn’t be too obvious just walking into the restaurant.

That mercy lasted till the second you two sat at your table, turning it up a few notched you watched a full body shiver run up Jim's spine. His blue eyes staring at you his expression somewhere between pleading and pissed.

To which you just smirked, pretending to look over your menu, telling him to do the same. You casually played with the remote watching how tightly Jim would grip his menu when you turned it up.

“Y/n,” Jim whine quietly, “please I can't read with it that high.”

“Aww poor baby, I guess you should have thought of that before.” You turn it up a notch, watching how Jim bit his lip.

“Please, just turn it down a little?” He whispered, eye pleading.

“Fine but this is the only time.” You told him, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Good boy.” You turned it down, giving him a minute to collect himself, while you formulated a little plan.

Not soon after the waiter came, quickly taking your order before turning to jim. As soon as he opened his mouth to give his order you switched the remote up to one of its highest settings.

Jim's knee jerked up hitting the table, as he tried to hide the moan as a cough.

“Are you okay Jim?” You asked a look of fake concern on your face.

“I'm fine.” He said tensely once his “coughing fit” was over.

“Are you sure? You look a little flushed to me.”

“I'm fine.” He repeated, slightly glaring at you, before quickly giving the waiter his order.

“That wasn't fair.” Jim whispers, lightly pouting once the waiter left.

“I said I'd let you read the menu and I did.”

“We almost got caught.”

“Correction you almost got caught, I'm not the pervert with a vibe up my ass.” You corrected quietly, watching how he flushed even more.

“Bathroom.” Was all Jim said before leaving the table, doing a decent enough job of not looking too suspicious. Well for someone in his situation.

Waiting a few beats, you eventual got up making your way after him.

Slipping into the bathroom locking the door behind you, you saw Jim leaning against the sink counter. Looking even less composed than a few minutes ago at the table.

“You know if we're gone too long it'll be even more suspicious than that little “coughing fit” of yours.” You mused as you made your way towards him.

“Y/n.” Jim whined.

“What's wrong, are you not having fun anymore? Cause your cock says otherwise.” You tease, pressing your hand against the hard outline of his cock.

“Shit.” Jim curses, rocking his hips into your hand.

“Did I say you could to do that?” You asked, squeezing his cock.

“No, I'm sorry. Just please let me cum it's too much!” He begged, watering blue eyes staring at you.

“I bet it is too much for you, isn't it? If you didn't have that cock ring on you would've cum five times at least by now.” Jim just whimpered in response, hips jerking into you.

“But even if it's too much you gonna take it aren't you? Do you know why?” You palmed his cock slowly giving him more friction.

“Why?” Jim asked, biting his bottom lip.

“Because all that time that you were in here by yourself you could have slipped the ring off and gotten yourself off. But you didn't, because you didn't have permission did you?”

“N-no.” Jim managed to stutter out, eyes closing slightly as you picked up the pace.

“And you wouldn't do anything unless I told you to would you, and for that matter, you would do anything I told you wouldn't you?” You moved closer, all but whispering it into his ear.

“I could slip the ring off right now, turn off the plug, and tell you to rut against my hand until you cum in your pants, and you would fucking thank me wouldn't you?”

“Yes, yes I would please. Please just do anything.” Jim begged you could feel how tight his muscle were trying to keep from rocking into you without permission.

“You would do anything I say cause you want to be such a good boy don't you?” His hip bucked into your hand, at your words little whimpers leaving his mouth.

“Always” He managed to whine out.

“Is that what you want? For me to make you cum in your pants right now?”

“Yes please, y/n please let me.” He begged, eyes closed.

“Well good boys do get to cum.” You mussed, nipping lightly at his neck for a moment before pulling back.

“It's just too fucking bad you're not acting like one right now then.” You took a step back, taking your hand off his hard cock.

“What?” He opened his eyes watching you, a look of confusion on his face.

“A good boy wouldn't sneak off to the bathroom and beg for me to let him cum, he would have sat in his chair and not act like he's calling any of the shots around here.” You said sternly, taking in his fucked out appearance.

“So what's going to happen now is I'm going to go back to the table, and you're going to follow me in a few. And if I don't get to enjoy my food because you're being a spoiled needy slut, I'm going to wreck your ass so hard you're not gonna walk for a week.” You explained, moving closer to him again, feeling how he tensed at as you ran a hand over his chest.

You moved so your lips were right next to his ear you whispered: “But you would like that wouldn't you?”

You quickly left, smirking at the whine that left him at your words.

The rest of dinner was less eventful, it mainly consisted of watching Jim squirm in his seat while you ate, occasionally switching around the remote settings.

You could see that Jim was about to start begging right there when the waiter asked about dessert, but you could see Jim's visible relief when you said you had something sweeter at home.

Even on the car ride home, Jim was surprisingly quiet, your best guess was he was trying to be on his best behavior after the bathroom incident.

Even once you made it inside he was still quite, all though just from a quick glance at him you could tell that it was taking a hell of a lot of willpower.

“What's wrong baby boy? Afraid your gonna fuck up and say something that'll make me leave you like that all night?” You teased kicking off your shoes, before sitting down on the couch.

“Well lucky for you I'm not done having fun so come here.” You pointed to the spot on the floor in front of you, Jim quickly moved easily settling on to his knees.

“So what's it gonna be Jimmy are you going to be a good boy for me or a needy little slut?” You asked reaching a hand to run through his soft hair.

“A good boy.” He muttered leaning into your touch.

“Well, I remember that you said you were going to be good earlier today but look at what happened.” You pulled his head back by his hair to look at you. Jim let out a moan at the sensation

“I think you're going to need to prove it to me this time.” You grinned down at him.

“You were so eager to use your pretty little mouth to try and get to cum earlier, so why don't we try a different version of that?” You swore you could see Jim's eyes darken even more.

“Please, Y/n. Let me show you I can be a good boy.” He begged his voice low and pleading.

“Well, when you ask so nicely.”  You spread your legs, hiking your dress up and Jim wasted no time, leaning he pressed his lips to your thighs.

“No teasing baby.” You warned pulling his hair.

Moving forward he pressed his tongue against your still covered cunt, licking the wet material.

Before pulling back to look at you. “Please, may I taste   pussy?”

“Oh someone really wants to make sure they can cum huh?” You teased, smirking down at him.

“Please.” He whined pressing his face into your thigh, lightly nipping at it but you let it slide. Maybe this was why he acted so spoiled.

“Fine but you better hurry up.” You “relented” letting him pull your panties off of you.

He quickly moved back, liking a broad stripe, before moving to suck on your clit. You could feel Jim moan against you, tongue hungrily working you open.

Playing with him before you two left, watching him squirm in his chair at dinner, plus the whole bathroom incident had you soaking and now having Jim on his knees eating you out like his life depended on it was heaven.

You felt yourself close to your edge quickly, pressing Jim's head even closer to you he let out another moan, tongue working even faster.

“Fuck baby, that's it.” You were practically bucking against his face at this point, but the moans he was letting out only spurred you further.

Until finally it hit you, while Jim kept going eager to taste more of you while you rode out your high.  

You pulled him back by his hair, Jim let out a whine. Whether it was from the hair pulling or from taking him away from one of his favorite treats was anyone guess.

“Well, I guess you can be a good boy when you want to huh?” You mused, running your hand through his hair again.

“But I suppose you've had enough for one night haven't you baby? I think it's time for you to get your reward, now take off your clothes.” You instructed, almost laughing at how fast Jim managed to slip out of his clothes.

Once they were off he made his way back to between your legs, standing this time.

“God look at you, your cock is fucking soaked.” You ran a hand along the length smearing pre-cum.

“If I didn't know better I would have thought that you already came.” Jim moaned, slightly bucking into your touch.

“Well since you seemed so keen on fucking yourself against my palm early, I thought I would do you one better and let you ride my thigh.” You explained as you took his cock ring off.

“Please.” Jim moaned, already on the cusp.

“Come here, baby.” You patted your thigh, Jim quickly moved to straddle it.

“What are the rules?” Jim asked, trying not to grind himself against you already.

“No rules baby, all you have to worry about is making yourself cum, I'll take care of the rest.” You reassured, placing a hand on his hip, using the other one to turn gis plug up even higher.

With that Jim started, moving against you in a shaky rhythm, tucking his head into your neck. Letting out delicious noises.

“That's it, baby, make yourself feel good, you're being such a good boy for me.” You ran a hand down his back, all the way down to his ass.

You gave him a quick slap, making him rock into you even harder, before reaching to grab the base of his still vibrating plug.

You started pulling it out of him till just the tip remained before, pushing it back in.  You kept slowly fucking the plug in and out of him, while he rode your thigh

Soon you felt his rhythm get even jerkier you knew he was right on the edge, you started fucking him with the plug even faster. “Come on baby, be a good boy and cum for me.”

That seemed to push him over the edge, letting out a deep moan, you felt his hot cum on your thigh. He stayed like for a few moments while you turned off the plug tossing it to the other side of the couch before he pulled back looking at you.

“There's my sweet boy,” You cooed pushing his hair out of his face.

“Did I do good?” Jim asked quietly after a moment.

“You did so fucking good for me, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Couldn't find a better boy even if I wanted to.”

“Let's get you a shower and into bed sweetheart.” You suggested He just nodded in agreement too blissed out to even care.

[wonhosmistress]

Masterlist

A/N: All of my works are purely fictional and do not represent any of the kpop idols or their sexuality. This blog is just for fun and to unleash all my unhinged thots and depraved kinks. I was previously a (Michael Langdon blog) so if you're not into kpop smut see your way out. While I am a Femdom blog, I will do my best to write for gender-neutral readers!

While this list contains older works its main focus will be newer ideas/concepts from my past hyper fixations that I will finally publish.

Series:

Sojourn!Michael *Discontinued

(Prologue) l (1) l (2) l

Dad!Keanu Reeves *Discontinued

(Prologue) l Ch.1 l Ch.2 l (3; Coming Soon)

Domme!Reader x Sub!Idol(s)

(Prologue) l

Miniseries:

Outpost!Michael Langdon

(1) l (2) l (3; Coming Soon)

Drabbles:

You & I

Back To 1984

Besos En Guerra ll KSJ

Magnetic ll L.MH

Kinksters Klub:

Spanking!Michael Langdon

Shower Sex w/ Jim

A/N: This is embarrassing. I was initially going to fully participate in the 2019 Kinktober but only got to do the first two days because life got in the way. I wasn’t going to include it in this list for this reason and decided I should since there seems to be new Cody/Michael blogs, so i hope they like these but I will be adding a different title instead of Kinktober.

~Previews~

Aphrodisia T1

Aphrodisia T2

~WIPs~

Aphrodisia Pt.1 (Hyunjin; IP)

Unholy Chaos (Pt.3)

With You w/ Wonho

[littledemondani]

omg 😔😔😔 subby camboy jim trying to confess to reader that he cams and it just turns to smut 🥺🥺

Jim’s palms were sweaty as he waited for her to arrive at his apartment, the anticipation being enough to make him pace back and forth in his living room. He hadn’t told her much about his occupation, only that it was flexible with his class schedule and helped pay the bills. But, he knew he couldn’t keep it from her any longer, not if he wanted to be more than just friends with benefits with her.

He heard the sound of a car door closing and his heart rate sped up. He tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths until he heard his phone ding with a text notification. He knew it was her letting him know she was there and he opens the door to let her in, beaming once he sees her.

“You look nice today, Y/N,” he says sweetly, pulling her in for a hug. She blushes a little and hopes he doesn’t notice, hiding her face in his chest as she hugs him back. “Thanks, Jimmy. You look good, too.”

He pulls away and leads her inside, trying his best not to come off as awkward. She immediately catches on, looking at him with furrowed brows. “Are you alright, Jim? You seem a bit off.” 

“Hm, what? What do you mean?” He asks, his voice laced with a hint of panic.

“I don’t know? You’re normally really chill, but right now you’re acting as if you just committed a crime and are afraid of getting caught,” she giggles, sitting down on the sofa.

He gulps nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s now or never, he thinks.

“Y/N...there’s, um, something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” 

She pulls out her textbook as he speaks, the apparent distress in his voice making her drop what she’s doing and turn to him. He looks so scared and worried that it makes her heart drop, whatever it was, she would be there for him. “What’s wrong, Jimmy? You can tell me anything.” 

He sighs deeply before telling her everything, about what he does, how he got started, and how he hoped it wouldn’t affect them. He takes a deep breath after, not realizing he said it all in one breath.

She looks at him blankly for a moment, soaking in what she’s been told. Jim? A cam boy? That was the last thing she had expected to come out of his mouth, but it doesn’t deter her, in fact, it turns her on more than anything else.

She stands up from the sofa, sauntering towards him until she’s standing between his legs. She brings her fingers to his chin, lifting his face so he can look at her. “Cam boy, huh?” 

He nods slowly, piercing blue eyes gazing up at her. “Yeah..”

She hums thoughtfully, gently pushing him back against the chair he’s in. She trails her finger down his chest and over his cock, tracing the outline of it over his jeans.

Jim moans softly, all feelings of anxiety leaving him the second she pushes him back. His cock twitches at her touch, growing harder as she palms him.

“I take it you’re okay with it?” He breathes, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I think it’s kinda hot,” she says, smirking at him. She runs her free hand through his shaggy brown hair, the smirk growing wider as she chuckles a little.

Jim places his hand on top of hers, pressing it harder on his cock. “Mmm...what’re you thinking of, Y/N?” 

“You...I bet you look so fucking hot on camera,” she mewls, slowly undoing his pants. “Wanna put on a show for me, baby boy?”

Jim whines, nodding as he lets her pulls his pants down. “I’d love to.”

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Baby tags: @fckinsupreme @wroteclassicaly @angel-langdon @lovelylangdonx @leatherduncan @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @xavierplympton @xavierplym @midnightontheearth @sojournmichael @lvngdvns

[emmyrosee]

can you write something about walking in on michael and duncan or jim and duncan fucking or just getting realllly hot and heavy and they casually ask you to join in like its nothin

Hell. Yes. You. Can😫

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Your enterance was nothing subtle, since you had no idea they were even in there. But sure enough, laying on Duncan’s large bed was himself and Jim, covered in hickeys and lovemarks, kiss-swollen lips hungrily attacking each other.

Suddenly, two icy blue irises concealed by dark hair flick to you, making your stomach flip. Duncan lifted his mouth from Jim’s neck, “hey baby.”

Jim whines in the back of his throat at the interruption, grabbing Duncan’s head and bringing it back down to his neck. He tossed his head backwards to look at you, almost as if to make you jealous.

And there definitely was a strong feeling of possession, though you weren’t sure which boy your heart was needing. There was just something about the fire in Duncan’s eyes as he snarled and sucked on Jim’s skin, and there was something else about the way Jim was just responding.

You cross your ankles to press your legs together, wanting nothing more than to silence the pulsating feeling between them. You’re almost unable to pull away your eyes, the ferocity and deep desire in the room sucks you in.

“Sorry to interrupt... um... I’ll talk to you later-“

“Nonsense,” Duncan husks, finally letting up on Jim’s neck. “Come join us.” The fire in his eyes makes you weak in the knees, almost afraid to leave because he will devour Jim if you do. Duncan’s fingers lace in Jim’s hair and tugs back, and his lips suck right along his Adam’s apple. “Tell her, Jimmy. Tell her how badly you want her.”

“I w-want you both,” Jim whines.

You shook your head, “no, you guys deserve your privacy-“

Jim’s bright blue eyes curve at your rejection, making you stop talking.

“Please, mommy?” He whispers, mind complete mush.

Dinner was going to have to wait. How could you say no to that?

[kissydevil]

Chapters: 1/? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6k

Relationships: Michael Langdon/Reader

Tags: sub!Michael, femdom, Strap-Ons, Pegging, Riding, Anal Sex, Latex, rubberman but make it rubberwoman and sexier, Kink Discovery, when daddy issues and mommy issues collide, does the latex fetish stem from his childhood? probably, Hawthorne!Michael, Mommy Kink, it's only mentioned twice, Possessive Michael, Arguing, Texting, Spanking, Crying, Begging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, michael is a spoiled brat, and he likes it when you touch his face, Fluff, reader doesn't climax

Summary: You and Michael have a small spat when he expresses his problem with you going out in revealing dominatrix-esque clothing.

After putting him in his place, you leave to celebrate your friend’s birthday as planned. Michael must stay at Hawthorne to receive his blessings ahead of the Seven Wonders.

A few desperate texts later, you decide to give him what he wanted all along when you get back that night. But not without a little punishment.

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[fernfiction]

Masterlist

(All include smut unless mentioned)

(will be updated as and when)

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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

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Andy Dolan

Sir - Andy x Reader

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[i-will-die-for-jim-mason]

Jim Mason hc #3

Okay since @michael-langdon-appreciation posted about Jim cumming early, it’s sent me down a rabbit hole and I have known no peace. (just ask @langdonsoceaneyes) Anyway, this is just what I think is the natural progression that we all need.

N--S--F--W

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There was a lot of things you loved about Jim Mason, he's sweet, a good listener, funny, smart, objectively handsome, and a hundred other things that we don't have the time to list out

After Jim started to get clean you could almost say that he was the perfect boyfriend

Well except for one little issue Jim had trouble holding on for long... which honestly wasn't that much of an issue. It was always kinda hot to see just how quickly you could make him come apart.

A first though you almost ignored it, just moving past it not wanting to embarrass him, with Jim eager to find other ways to satisfy you.

After one particularly short make-out session that ends with Jim cumming in his pants without you even touching him, you huffed out a comment of "Fucking really?"

Once you realized what you said before you could even open your mouth to start back peddling Jim let out a whine you didn't expect to here in this context.

After that, your dynamic started to shift.

You would add little teasing comments like.

"I've barely even touched you and your cocks already covered in pre-cum"

"Do you think I could make you cum just from playing with your nipples?"

"Are you even really trying anymore?"

All of which Jim very much enjoyed, at this point, you think you could probably get him off just from whispering in his ear how pathetic it is.

But one day you had him strip almost as soon as you two made it you bedroom telling him how tonight you were going to do everything you could to keep him from cumming in his pants for once.

You loved watching how he somehow managed to flush even more when he saw the cock ring in your hand

He whined at the feeling of your hands on his cock and balls as you put the silicon ring on him, before pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Spreading his legs apart you dropped to your knees, kissing the inside of his toned thighs, before moving to his cock. Starting off with small kitten licks to the sides before taking the head into your mouth. Looking up you saw his blue eyes glazed with lust, his hands gripping on to the comforter.

If you had to pick a favorite sound in the world it would probably be the choking sound he made when took the most you could fit of him into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the rest while you bobbed your head.

You kept this up far longer then how long a blow job usually went with him, the sounds he was making just pushing you on. Moans and whines mixed with rambling about how good you feel, and how much he loves you.

But eventual you pulled away, moving so you could sit on the bed that Jim was now laying on.

You leaned down to kiss him, letting him have a taste of the pre-cum still on your tongue.

You stroking his jaw with one hand while you asked how he was holding up, to which you just only received a nod as he was trying to catch his breath.

Turning your attention back to his still throbbing cock, you moved your hand to wrap around it your thumb lazily played with the slit, watching how his muscles spammed.

He had always been so sensitive but after this long of teasing especially so.

"Please!" You heard him moan.

"Hmm, do you want something baby boy?"

"P-Please let me cum!" He choked out

"You always want to cum, that's why I got this little toy, Jimmy."

"But y/n I've been so good!” He begged, while you slowly stroked his cock.

You look at him a take in how utterly fucked out he looks, his face red, hair an absolute wreck, you can see tears starting to well in his eyes.

He looks so fucking divine that you condenser taking pity on him.

"Well if you promise to be a good boy I'll let you cum, once I'm finished." You watch the hope build in his eyes.

"But baby boy I can promise you this is going to be on a long night."

After all, something that delicious needs to be savored

[infernwetrust]

Hands On [Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x Fem Reader] Pt 1.

Summary: The one where you attempt to teach Michael how to use his hands rather than his powers, but things get a little out of hand.

Warnings: some smut, mentions of smut, swearing, some violence, fluff, emotional, brief mention of drug use

WC: 4.0k

A/N: The next chapter is allllll smut up until about the end. This one came to me randomly today and I had to get my ideas down before I lost them forever. Part 1 of a 2 part series. Thank you for reading! -Juno

He stood there in his boxing gear that you had got him the same time you had got yours. He watched as you effortlessly took jabs at the punching bag he had gotten you for Christmas last year, not all really interested in your technique more than how invested he was in your body. The way your training bra fit you perfectly. The way your shorts pointed out all your features. You glistened as the sweat rolled off your body.

You've been doing this with him for the past 2 weeks after months of trying to convince him. The two of you had to talk it over. You let him know that sometimes he didn't always have to snap someone's neck when he was angry. Aside from being the fucking anti-christ, you wanted him to have a normal life as much as possible. You wanted to give him the things he never had when he was younger and of course he was grateful for that. And while snapping their necks was his favorite thing to do, he let his guard down and allowed for you to teach him how to box.

"Okay." you said, taking a moment to pause and catch your breath. "Ready to show me what we've been working on?"

"Remind me as to why I can't just continue to use my magic?" Michael questioned, using his glove to scratch the back of his head.

"Because I'm going to show you how much fun it is to be more hands on."

"It's messy, Y/N. You know I never like to be messy when it comes to my work. I don't like to leave evidence behind."

"But you're sooooo good at it."

And he was. A quick learner, he too, was damn near flawless in front of this punching bag. It was an outlet for all the anger he's been keeping in since he was small and when he got into it, he was really into it. He would go for hours and hours on end and you'd had to do some strong convincing for him to stop and come have dinner. He thought of everything he went through growing up, letting the energy flow through him.

"Plus it'll be your exercise for the day." you added.

"I already get that in the bedroom every other night, my love." he retorted, giving you a smirk.

"Haha. Very funny, Michael."

"But if you insist, so I shall."

He took a deep breath, stepping in front of the punching bag, peering around it to stare at his and your other partner, Jim, who also liked to box, but his fighting style was more MMA. He loved to use both his hands and feet whether he was just sparing or actually fighting. He watched the boy, who was sweating profusely, jab after jab after jab on his new punching bag that you had bought him, his very first birthday he spent with the two of you instead of his sister. Michael loved to watch the two of you pursue a common hobby. He loved how tight Jim kept his boxing shorts. He was on full display and Michael eye's always drifted across his body, especially the bulge between his legs. When Jim got in front of his punching bag, everyone in the room disappeared. He zoned completely out. It was just him, his kicks and punches, and most importantly, his music. You and Michael warn him every time that he isn't going to be able to hear when he gets into his 50s, but Jim's always been hard headed.

You were already married to Michael for 2 years when the two of you found Jim, but he didn't care, he still loves the both of you the same. It's been a year since then. All 3 of you met at a bar, Michael pointing him out to you. He was shy at first and reserved, but a few drinks loosened him up and he was telling the two of you everything. You learned about his parents divorce, his substance abuse, his anger, and fear of abandonment over the course of a 2 week period and why he left Palos Verdes and moved to LA. Michael was the first to fall for Jim and he fell hard, you following shortly behind. Behind all his anger, he was so sweet, so caring, and so passionate. He made love to you and Michael and was rough when he needed to be, but he preferred to be gentle. Him and Michael occasionally exchanged roles in the bedroom. Jim's favorite after a long day of surfing was having Michael ride him while you sit on his face, the two of you making out above him. Or when you would come home after an extremely stressful day of work, venting to the both of them, Jim and Michael both would take turns loving you, filling you up until you felt like you had enough. This was followed by cuddles and kisses all night long until Jim fell asleep, Michael already sleeping like a baby. Or the nights when Jim would hear Michael yelling at one of his cooperative members either over the phone or video call, and especially the meetings he had in house. The in house ones Jim loved. Michael would be furious, storming into the bedroom to Jim sitting in the middle of their California king, shirtless, in those soft blue boxers Michael adored, reading a comic book. Jim would instantly look up, his soft eyes, meeting Michael's hard gaze and he'd shoot him a reassuring smile before motioning him to come here. Jim would give Michael whatever he wanted and a sucker for his boy, Michael was gentle.

Jim was always overwhelmed with excitement when Michael let him know that he was the full dom for the night. He'd absolutely destroy you and Michael, loving hearing the screams of his name come off your lips, especially. Whether it was you begging for him not to stop, or Michael desperately begging to be choked harder, Jim out performed himself every time.

There was nothing you enjoyed more than watching your two men together. When you come home from work to find them cuddled up on the couch, just laughing at random things or when they're both cooking and snap their heads up at the same time once they hear your voice. It's both of them being able to be the voice of reason for different situations. It's Michael arguing with Jim over the small stuff. It's Jim purposefully fucking up Michael's work, so that he would give the two of you some attention. Everyday the both of them never fail to remind you why you love them so much.

"Actually." Michael said, holding onto the punching bag in front of him. "I want to spar with Jim."

"You really think Jim is going to let you spar with him?" you questioned. "He doesn't play spar like we do, Michael. He wouldn't even spar with me, experienced as I am." Feeling pairs of eyes on him, Jim looked up, still punching, glancing between the two of you. He stopped, holding onto the punching bag until it stilled.

"What?" he questioned, taking his one of his ear buds.

"Michael wants to spar with you."

"No." Jim immediately said, running his hands through his drenched hair, walking over to one of the shelves for his water bottle. "2 weeks with you and only has ever done MMA once with me when you were sick. I won't even spare with you, Y/N, let alone the inexperienced."

"That almost hurts my feelings." Michael said, giving his best pouty face. He walked over to Jim, leaning against his punching bag as he watched him gulp his water down.

"Told you." you said, glancing between the two of them.

"Come on, Jim Jam." Michael said, playfully taking a jab at him, which Jim dodged of course, still drinking from his water bottle.

"No, Michael."

"You're wasting your time, Mike. He's not going to lay his hands on you." Michael took another jab at Jim, this time, causing him to drop his water bottle on the floor.

"Michael, come on, seriously. I don't want to hurt you. I don't "play" spar. If I start throwing punches, I'm going to throw them like I'm in the ring."

"Let's get in the ring then. That's what I renovated this house for. Got that brand new ring in the middle of our gym, just for you and Y/N. Put it to use, yes?"

"I have been using it. A couple buddies come over every other weekend, but you're too caught up in your cooperative bullshit to come socialize. They are the only ones I spar with."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I don't want to hurt you. That is my only reason. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to finish up here. You might be the anti-christ, but you're still human."

"Plus.." he continued, mumbling. "I can't fuck up that pretty face of yours."

"Sweet." Michael said, grinning. "But I'll let you know if you're hurting me. Don't I always?"

"Michael." Jim groaned. "Why do you never take no for an answer?"

"This man hasn't been told no for most of his life."

"So spoiled." Jim sighed, popping his ear buds back in, cracking his knuckles to return back to his objective. He pulled his fist all the way back and was about to strike, when Michael appeared directly in front of him, causing him to halt immediately.

"For fuck sakes."

"Spar with me."

"NO. Now MOVE." Michael appeared behind Jim, giving him a jab in his back.

"Spar with me."  You watched amused, folding your arms over your chest, wanting to see exactly how this would play out.

"Michael, I swear-," Another jab connected with Jim's side. "Fucker."

"Spar with me." Jim turned around to glare at Michael who had that stupid grin on his face again. Without even thinking and completely catching Michael off guard, Jim picked him up by the back of his thighs, Michael naturally wrapping them around his waist. He was a dom that wasn't afraid  to be a sub for his babies. And then Jim slammed him down to the mat in front of him, knocking all the wind out of him, Michael grunting loud as his back hit the floor. He coughed vigorously as Jim hovered over him, jaw clenched in a semi-angry gaze.

"Jim!" you yelped.

"Safe word." Jim said, jaw clenched tighter.

"Safe word for what-,"

"Safe word!" Jim barked at him. Michael cocked his head to the side, confused. And while the safe word was normally used for sexual connotation, Jim had started using them for when his spars got over the limit serious.

"Hands..." Michael said. Jim quickly hopped off of him, grabbing his hand and yanking him up off the mat. What was special about the ring that Michael got installed in the house was that he got special gloves made for them as well and all for Jim. When Jim wasn't on the beach surfing, he was always practicing and learning how to defend himself. These gloves were only activated once you stepped in the side the ring. They were designed to register critical hits to the body, thus administering points on an electronic score board.

"Change your gloves." Jim said, sounding agitated as he took his practice ones off to put on the special ones. "And get a mouth guard on."

"Jim you're really gonna-," you were gonna question him, but he cut you off.

"Daddy wants to spar right? So Jim is gonna spar with daddy." You grabbed him by his arm, pulling him closer to you to whisper in his ear while Michael got ready.

"He's no where near ready for something like that."

"He doesn't seem to care." Jim whispered back.   "And you know Mike gets what he wants or he loses his mind." You sighed, resting your forehead against Jim's, feeling him lighten. "I most likely won't go overboard. I really can't bare to hurt him. You remember how I felt after I accidentally burnt him one time and now he wants me to put my hands on him."

"Just be careful please."

"I wish you two would stop worrying so much." he said.

"And I wish you would stop reading our thoughts."

"Habit." he chuckled, putting his long hair into a neat bun. "Come on Jim Jam." Michael stepped in the ring first, it immediately recognizing him.

Welcome, Michael.

Jim sighed, stepping in after him.

Welcome, Jim.

Jim walked over to Michael, wanting to convince him to change his mind because he knew once he got in the zone it would be hard for him to stop. He had a soft spot for the both of you.

"No I don't want to change my mind." Michael said as Jim approached him, but that didn't stop Jim from getting any closer. He grabbed Michael by the back of his neck, pressing his lips roughly against his in a heated kiss.

"I'm sorry..." Jim said, pulling away breathlessly. "If I do anything to hurt you." He touched gloves with Michael before returning to his corner. "Y/N, you know the drill." You got in the ring with the both of them, giving them the cue.

"Are you ready?" you asked Michael, him giving you a quick nod. You looked at Jim. "Are you ready." He gave you the same quick nod in return.

"Fight!" you said, throwing your arm up in the air and immediately getting out of the way. You watched as they both shuffled around, getting closer to each other. Michael started with baby jabs, jabs that Jim easily slapped away as the two continued to shuffle around. Jim noticed how quick Michael was on his feet and was going to have to change up his strategy. Michael knew better than to use his magic for an advantage. He wanted this to be fair. Jim took the first real jab, Michael softly grunting as it connected with his side. He backed away slightly from Jim, still shuffling on his feet, but Jim wasn't having it. The more Michael tried to back up, the closer Jim got.

"Remember to not let your opponent corner you." you reminded Michael, knowing that if Jim got him in that corner, it would be over. Michael quickly glanced over at you, Jim taking the opportunity to throw another punch, but Michael deflected that one, hitting Jim in his jaw with a counter, but Jim still didn't stand down. He wanted to box Michael in. Jim grabbed him, the two immediately entering a grapple, Jim's cheek pressed up against Michael's shoulder as he attempted to knee him on the side of his leg.

Michael attempted to switch positions, wanting Jim to be facing away from him, but still wrapped in his arms, but Jim knows that move all too well, so he went stiff as a board, not allowing Michael to move him. Instead, he swept Michael off his feet, slamming him to the ground, wanting to go for the submission early. He wrapped his leg around Michael's throat, pulling his arm all the way back, to the point where Michael thought his shoulder was going to rip out it's socket. Full of energy, he quickly broke that submission, now on his back, but Jim was quick, making his way on top of Michael.

Michael held his hands up, knowing to defend his face as the punches from Jim came. He could deflect them all day and as soon as he felt the energy change in Jim's body, kicked him in his chest so that he would stumble over, attempting a submission of his own. He had seen this one on tv. The triangle choke. He tried to grab of Jim's arms, but Jim scrambled to his feet and so did Michael.

"No one submits me." Jim said. "Ever."

"But you submitted to me last night in my office?" Michael questioned as he shuffled around in circles, forcing Jim to do the same. "My cock looked pretty good in the back of your throat." And that made Jim, angry. And before Michael knew it, Jim's foot had connected with the side of his thigh, making him lose his footing immediately, slamming down into the floor, giving Jim the opportunity to get back on top of him. The punches came too fast for Michael to block, so he flipped over onto his stomach instead, getting on his knees so that Jim would fall off of him. And when he got back up, Jim did too.

"Jim, calm down, remember who-," you began to say, but he had already tuned everything out. It was just him and Michael in the room now. Whack. Another kick came, but this time it was in Michael's side, completely knocking the wind out of him for the second time today. He screamed, falling to the ground, rolling around in pain, but that didn't stop Jim. That didn't signal the end of the match. He walked over to Michael, breathing hard, his tongue pressed up against his bottom lip as he focused on what he was about to do. He was going to do the triangle choke. He kneeled down beside Michael who was still groaning, in pain.

"Jim, stop!" you yelled. "I think he's actually." But Jim didn't seem to hear you. He grabbed Michael's arm, pulling it over his head, causing him to scream again, pain radiating all throughout his side. He wrapped his leg around Michael's neck and shoulder, placing his other leg around his opposite ankle. He squeezed. He squeezed his like his life depended on it, Michael's own arm and Jim's legs, now applying so much pressure to his neck, Michael got light headed. Jim knew he would have to tap or he would pass out in a matter of seconds. "Jim no!" You got in the ring, trying to get Jim off of Michael, but he was determined to get Michael to submit to him.

"Hands..." Michael said, barely above a whisper, so ever lightly tapping Jim's leg, causing Jim to immediately let him go, Michael choking on his own spit, gasping for air, in pain, due to his side. Jim stood up, throwing his gloves off, running out of the ring, hands in his hair as he stormed out of the room.

"Michael." you said, placing your hand on his chest, wanting him to stay still. "Calm down baby, breathe. In 3...2...1. Out 3...2...1."

"My side." he breathed out. You looked at it and the giant bruise waisted no time forming. Michael's eyes went black for a few moments, him scanning over his own body to make sure nothing was broken. He blinked a few times, his eyes returning back to that ocean blue. "This is going to suck for the next couple of days. Where's Jim?"

"He stormed off." you said, fighting back your own tears. "Why can't you just listen?! What if you got seriously hurt."

"Y/N, I'm fine." Michael said sternly.

"He said he didn't want to hurt you, but you made him anyways, Michael." Michael fell silent, knowing good and well that this was his fault. He sighed, groaning as he laid his head back down against the floor, holding onto his side.

In their bedroom, Jim was a teary-eyed mess as he paced back and forth, pulling at his own hair as his cheeks puffed in and out. He had hurt Michael. He knew he did and that's exactly what he didn't want to do. He heard his scream when he fell to the ground. He heard the tear of his muscle as he pulled his arm back over his head and he still didn't stop.

"Fuck." he said to himself as he peeled his shorts off, heading into their bathroom. Their shower, big enough to have a small party in, wall seats, he stepped into, making the water all the way hot. He stood under the water, rinsing the first layer of sweat off, letting his tears fully flow. Not wanting to hear himself cry, he turned on the shower stereo, blasting music as the water changed different colors due to the stereo lights. He rested his head against the shower wall, reaching for the bottle of shampoo when he heard the shower door open.

"Y/N.." he called out. "Is... is... is he okay?"

"No." a voice said, that wasn't yours. "But he will be." Jim bit down on his lip hard as the tears continued to flow.

"Michael I'm so sorry.. I didn't want to. I told you..."

"Sssh." Michael said, limping over to Jim who happened to be by one of the wall seats. He sat down, still holding onto his side. "I pushed you too far, Jim. You did nothing wrong, okay?" Jim looked over at Michael and noticed the large bruise that his so desperately tried to hide.

"I did that, didn't I?" Jim asked, getting riled up again.

"Jim, no, no. It's okay. I promise."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Michael. I- I- I- did that to you!"

"Accidents happen Jim! I know you didn't mean to. I provoked you. I will deal with the consequences of my actions."

"You know, you're not so easy to fucking deal with." Jim said, pacing back and forth in front of Michael.

"I know." Michael groaned as he shifted in his seat, getting some if the hot water on him. He moaned softly as the pulsating jets soothed a small amount of pain in his side "C'mere." Jim stepped directly in front of Michael, getting down on his knees to wedge his way in between his legs. "I appreciate the gesture, but I want you to sit next to me." He listened, carefully getting up as to not slip and fall and joined Michael. He placed his hand softly on Jim's thigh, rubbing it with his thumb.

"Do you know why I fell in love with you, Jim?" Michael asked, staring at his lover.

"No, honestly." Jim answered. "I'm just some fucked up kid from Palos Verdes."

"Jim Mason, don't you ever say that to me again."

"Well it's true."

"I fell in love with you because your soul is still so pure. You have a lot of heart Jim that goes beyond just loving Y/N and I. You're passionate about things. Don't look at this bruise as an attack on me. This is a remind that no one should ever fuck with Jim Mason, right?" Jim stayed silent, tears still running down his face, causing Michael to squeeze his thigh, probing for an answer. "Right?"

"Right." Jim said back, knowing that Michael doesn't like to wait for answers. He took his hand from Jim's thigh, patting his lap. "I don't wanna-,"

"I didn't ask you whether or not you wanted to hurt me. I asked you to sit in my lap." Jim, slowly made his way over to Michael's lap. Michael groaning as Jim sat back again him.

"I can get up." Jim said, but Michael firmly wrapped his arm around his waist.

"There's no need for that."  Michael placed soft kisses along his back, causing Jim to shiver despite being warm from the water. "So precious. My Jim."

"Your Jim." Jim confirmed, causing Michael to smile against his back. "Please don't make me do that again."

"I won't." Michael grabbed Jim's throat, tilting his head back so that their blue eyes met each other's. "But what I will do, Jim Mason, is fuck you senseless in this shower." Jim whined, not only from the pressure his neck, but from the seriousness in Michael's voice and the feel of his growing erection against his bare ass. "You tease me all the time with those little MMA shorts you wear, so tight against your skin, basically begging for one of us to humiliate you."

"Are you guys really about to have fun without me?" you asked, pouting as you opened the shower door, immediately wet by the sight. Michael chuckled softly against Jim's neck, tongue gracing over his jugular, causing Jim's breathing to speed up.

"And look who has made it just in time. Do you still want to show me how fun it is to be hands on?"

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid

[littledemondani]

sub dunc trying to act tough in front of some of his co workers so he disrespects the reader and they get super mad and it’s just smut

I decided to combine this with another ask I got: “anonymous said: putting sub duncan in his place send tweet.”

Warnings: established femdom/subboy relationship, sub!duncan, pegging, anal fingering, rough sex

Word Count: 912

//

You didn’t think that when Duncan asked you to go with him and his coworkers to dinner that you would end up becoming the butt of his jokes. He ridiculed you, all because one of his coworkers told him he was “whipped” and “wrapped around your finger.” You spent the rest of the evening giving him the silent treatment, but not being so obvious that it drew attention to the two of you. You were in the middle of chatting with one of his coworker’s wives when you heard him talking about your sex life, how he ran the show and you bent to his every demand. It set you off, but all you could do was pretend like you didn’t hear him and wait until you got home to put the fucker in his place.

Finally, you all left for the penthouse, the drive home even more awkward than the actual dinner itself. He was flirty with you, making suggestive conversation and running his hand up your thigh. You recoiled at first but figured it was best to let him, after all, you needed him to be worked up for what you were about to do to him. You rubbed your hand over his cock, whispering how you couldn’t wait to get home into his ear, how you spent the whole dinner wanting nothing more than to suck on his cock, to make him feel good. He groaned softly, speeding all the way back to his place.

He pulled you into the elevator and kissed you needfully, running his hands up and down your sides, over your breasts, onto your ass, squeezing and slapping your flesh. You yelped slightly, giggling a little as you tugged on his lower lip. As soon as the doors opened, you stumbled all the way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor throughout the penthouse. By the time you all got to the room, you were in nothing but your panties and Duncan was in his boxers. You pushed him onto the bed, grinning wickedly as he falls back with a groan.

“Mm, get on your hands and knees, baby,” you tell him, eyeing him up and down, “Let me make you feel good.”

He does as you ask, removing his boxers before situating himself in the center of the bed. You grab your strap-on and some lube from your toy drawer, smirking to yourself as you climb onto the bed. “Such a good boy, Duncan. Doing what I ask you to.”

He whines at the praise, wiggling his ass a little in anticipation of what’s to come. You run your hands over the swell of his ass before smacking him lightly, giggling as he pushes back for more. You kiss from his lower back down to his left cheek, gently biting it before moving onto his right cheek. He moans softly, begging you to give him more.

“Tell me what you want, Duncan,” you say, circling the tip of your tongue around his hole. “You gotta be specific in order to get what you want.”

“Please, Y/N...I want you to f-fuck…,” he breathes, clenching as you work your tongue on his hole.

“You want me to fuck you?” you chuckle, bringing your hand to cup and squeeze his balls. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes..! Please, I want it so badly.”

You smirk, grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting some on his hole and your fingers. You slowly prep him, pumping your fingers in and out of him while you suck on his balls and stroke his cock. Once he’s ready, you put on the strap-on and work some lube over the dildo, lining up with his hole. “Are you ready for me, baby? Ready to feel my big cock.”

He nods rapidly, moaning loudly as you ease the tip into him. He grips onto the sheets below him, the burning sting from being stretched out causing his eyes to water slightly. You work the dildo until you’re bottomed out, allowing him a moment to adjust before settling on a steady, hard pace. Duncan pushes back against your thrusts, clenching around the dildo. “Mmm...fuck..Y/N.”

You bite on your bottom lip, delivering a particularly hard thrust as you slap his ass at the same time. “I wonder what your coworkers would say if they could see you now. Taking my cock like a needy fucking slut,” you hiss.

Duncan’s eyes fly open, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “W-What’re you talking about?”

“I heard you, Duncan,” you say, slightly narrowing your eyes at him. “Every. Single. Word. How I bend to your every demand, how you run things in the bedroom.” You chuckle humorlessly, gripping onto his hips and slamming him onto the dildo. “We both know who really runs the show here. Don’t we?”

He groans loudly, tipping his head back as he feels the tip of the dildo brush against his prostate. “I...oh my god..”

You grab onto his hair, yanking him up and wrapping your hand around his throat, squeezing just enough for him to feel. “Don’t we?” you repeat, continuing to pound directly into his spot.

“Yes!” he cries, eyes fluttering. “It’s you!”

“That’s what I fucking thought,” you giggle, pushing him back down and pinning his hands behind his back. “After I’m done with you, there won’t be any doubt as to who really calls the shots here.”

//

Tagging: @fckinsupreme @wroteclassicaly @angel-langdon @lovelylangdonx @my-thoughts-and-prayers @leatherduncan @xavierplympton @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @lvngdvns @dark-mei-rose

[emmyrosee]

Hi! Collar request anon here, and I just wanted to say that I absolutely loved what you wrote! And sorry that I wasn't a bit more specific. Would you be willing to write me another that's a bit softer? Like the reader's stressed and just needs to get out of her head for a bit, so her boys take care of her and use her collar to remind her that she's theirs to love and protect? It's totally ok if that's too much though. I really did love the other one!

Ohhh I’m sorry my dear!! Yes, I’d be more than happy to make it softer!!! We👏🏻love👏🏻caring👏🏻boyfriends!!!😘

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It was a day for the books, that was for sure. There wasn’t one moment where you could even fucking breathe, let alone relax. You’d known this would be a week from hell, but this?

You hoped Duncan still had the good scotch.

You stumble in through the doors, being met with four bright blue eyes and one excited, “who’s that!” from Jim.

“Who do you think it is, Jim?” Michael asks, making Duncan chuckle as he stands up to greet you.

“Hello my love,” he says quietly, pulling you into a hug. You don’t respond, and he pulls away in worry. “Is there something wrong?”

“Sit, Duncan,” you say gently. You follow him and sit on your knees, all three men staring down at you in confusion.

“I have had one of, if the worst, days of my life. And I’m going to ask you three to do something for me, and if not all of you, at least one. Can you do that for me?”

The men are speechless at your bluntness, but they nod regardless.

“I’m yours for the day. Your little kitten. You know what I like and what I don’t. I don’t want to think, I don’t want to be stressed, I already took the liberty of drafting an email to send to my boss as a fake illness. I need you three to absolutely own me in every sense. Please?”

Jim’s eyes widened in mischief, and he beckoned over with two of his fingers. You crawled over to him slowly, making him hum. “You’re giving us total control, baby? You want us to take care of you, huh? Protect you from the big bad world?”

You nod sheepishly, mewling in happiness as Jim tucked your hair behind your ear. He massaged the area gently, as one would to a cat, and you tilted you head all the same.

Michael nodded, clicking his tongue for your attention. You crawled over to him, and rested your head on his thigh, admiring the buldge in his pants from your submissive behavior. “Oh yes,” he husks, running his slender fingers through your hair. “Yes, this won’t be an issue as long as you be a good kitten, yes?” You nod at him, nuzzling closer between this thighs.

Duncan coughs, snapping your attention to him now, and you slowly inch towards him. “You wanna be a good kitten, yes?”

You nod feverishly, making him coo at you. “Be a good kitten and get your collar. Then we’ll play with you all day, okay?” You nod and rise to your feet, only for Duncan to tut at you.

“What Good kitten walks on two feet? Hm?”

Shyly, you sink back to your knees, knowing they would be cared for later.

For now, you were just gonna have to roll with them and their orders.

Thank god.

[ahs-source]

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A Killer Time (Tumblr Post) by SisteroftheMoon (AO3) / @guiltyfiend​​​ (Tumblr) Relationships: Xavier Plympton x Female Reader | Tags: Smut, 1980s, Skating, Murder, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 8077 words | Canon Divergent

It’s the 80s, and your crush Xavier Plympton offered you a job at the skating rink where he works. The only problem is, it’s in the middle of nowhere, and you’d be leaving late. You should be on edge, what with the murders of teenage girls happening with alarming frequency in your town, but you’re too blinded by Xavier’s shiny cross earring to pay it any mind.

Be Your Love (Tumblr Post) by HadesRuinsEverything (AO3) / @hadesruinseverything​​​ (Tumblr) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Tags: Drinking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Sexual Tension, Mild Smut, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Drunken Confessions | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 2954 words | Canon Divergent

Drunk grey attempts to seduce Michael with surprising results.

Dancing With a Stranger Part 1 + Part 2 by @myluciferiscody​ (Tumblr) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Warnings: au!, language, seductive-boi, unprotected sex, oral (female and male receiving), other smutty goodness | Completed (2/2 Parts) | 7028 words | AU / Michael as Owner of the Hotel Cortez

An AU where old!Michael where he’s not the antichrist but is the owner of the Hotel Cortez

Love Is A Battlefield (Completed) by The_Golden_Dice​​ (AO3) Relationships: Xavier Plympton x Female Reader | Tags: Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Pre-Canon, Developing Relationship, POV Female Character, Canon Compliant, Depression, Suicide, Ghosts, Original Character Death(s), Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Religious Content, Porn With Plot, Psychological Trauma, Canonical Character Death | Completed (12/12 Chapters) | 21162 words | Pre/Post-Canon Divergent

The year is 1984. You're a broke student living alone in L.A., plagued by your problematic relationships with a false friend and a disturbed ex.

You meet Xavier Plympton, an aerobics instructor with a dark past, at the gym where you’ve taken a reception job. You quickly develop feelings for him, and you learn to your relief that he likes you too.

Soon a deadly series of events befall you and the people in your life. Overwhelmed by tragedy and with your blossoming romance cut short, you are left a wreck.

Six years later you discover that while Xavier is dead, he hasn’t quite departed. You soon realise that if you are to be with him and finally achieve true peace and happiness, you must take your own life and become a Camp Redwood ghost.

Regular (Completed) by EmWrites4 (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader, Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader, Jim Mason x Female Reader, Xavier Plympton x Female Reader, Richard x Female Reader | Tags: Smut, Apocalypse, underage boy sex, Fingering, Oral Sex, Sex, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 2281 words | AU / Canon Divergent

Reader, an average, everyday woman, finds herself saved from the Apocalypse and living in Michael Langdon's Sanctuary. She manages to enrapture the antichrist, much to her own surprise, and navigates insta-love and sex with him, with a little help from his not-so-helpful friends.

The Singularity (WIP) by Chekhovs_Power_Loader​​ (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Mallory | Tags: Cyberpunk, millory, Sexbots, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Apocalypse, Antichrist, Satanism, Robotics, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Set in near-future London, Biometric scan, Light Choking, Prosthetics, Futuristic, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Robot/Human Relationships, Artificial Intelligence | Last Updated: 2020-01-05 (3/5 Chapters) | 12619 words | AU / Cyberpunk / Sci-fi

Mallory gets an unusual birthday gift from her godmother Cordelia: a sexbot that's not quite what it seems.

Sci-fi AU. It's time for the Robocalypse.

Such Selfish Prayers (Completed) by TinyRubySeeds (S_Kassandra180) (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Female Reader | Tags: Pale!Demon Michael Langdon, Established Relationship, BDSM, Dom!Michael Langdon, (Bratty) Sub!Reader, Slight Blasphemy, Role play (With some Dubcon overtones), Bondage, Whip play, Spanking, Knife and Blood Play, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Proper and Improper Aftercare, Sex as after care, Body Worship, little bit of praise kink, touch of angst just a touch | Completed (3/3 Chapters) | 19879 words | Canon Divergent

A seemingly uneventful Friday night alone changes entirely when you find a certain Pale Demon waiting for you...

sweet serial killer (Completed) by gelukstraan (AO3)  Relationships: Michael Langdon x Mallory | Tags: Pirate AU, siren au, Mentions of Smut, dark themes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentions of Rape, plot heavy, Murder, Treasure Hunting, Slow Burn, Mermaids, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, michael is a dumbass, Historical References, Angst with a Happy Ending | Completed (9/9 Chapters) | 34099 words | AU / Pirates + Sirens

His voice dripping like honey, the feeling his voice brings similar to the stained red velvet jacket he is wearing. “So, finally I’ve got you where I want you.”

The Pirate/Siren AU where Michael is the feared Pirate Captain, and where Mallory is a Siren who needs to eat hearts to survive.

this is where you start to pull me in (Completed) by iridescentrey​​​ (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Mallory | Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rape Roleplay, Consensual Non-Consent, Outpost!Michael, Fluff and Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Light Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Blood Kink, (a little), Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, and some things I probably missed, inappropriate use of magic, Idiots in Love, they pretend they're not soft but they are, so in love it's disgusting, Michael is a little fucked up but we all love him, enjoy the filth, read the author's note for context and warnings | Completed (1/1 Chapters) | 7517 words | AU / Canon Divergent

Her sleep is deep, serene, her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. He can almost feel the elusive impression of her dreams when his mind brushes against hers, barely a caress. There’s something else in there as well, gossamer-thin threads of a spell intertwined with her joints, carefully crafted, wrapped around her entire body like a cage.

War In Heaven (WIP) by shecomesincolor_999​​​ (AO3) / @midnightontheearth​​​ (Tumblr) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Original Female Character | Tags: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Good versus Evil, non-canon, Masturbation | Last Updated: 2020-03-15 (3/? Chapters) | 7684 words | Canon Divergent

Satan’s reign in Hell was parallel to that of God’s in Heaven, both having legions of believers upon the Earth. And when Satan sends his son Michael Langdon to earth, God sends his daughter. Their parallel is the ultimate war of good versus evil.

Who wants to hear a joke? (Completed) by ​​​SophieGraceJ (AO3) Relationships: Michael Langdon x Mallory | Tags: Joker au, joker 2019 au, michael is the joker, mallory is batgirl, zoe is fem batman, madison is catwoman, myrtle is alfred, cordelia is lucius, john is commissioner gordon, omg this is terrible haha, this is part 1there will be more, Eventual Smut, Violence, Alternate Universe, Crossover, millory | Completed (Part of the Life is a comedy series) | 3007 words | Joker 2019 AU

These people, dressed in their expensive clothes, pretending to care about the welfare of people different to them. Pretending to want to change the city for the better. They had eight years to do so, yet no one had stood up to the challenge. Not until Zoe.

The lights seemed to dim. Nothing was beautiful anymore.

It was all false. A façade.

And in her dark thoughts, she saw him. The orange suit. The green hair and painted face.

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[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Stay?

HEADCANONS FOR SUB!JIM 

Warning: PG-13ish, Nipple Suckling, little Jim, fluff 

Request by: Had a couple requests for some more sub!jim so here it is! 

A/N: This ended up being much longer than a drabble so here they are, there’s a little smuttiness but it’s pretty PG. 

(Gif by @codylangdon)

You started to gather your suspicions on the way home from a party. Jim had gone pretty hard on the drugs tonight and lately whenever you are around he turns to marshmallow. All it takes is you looping your arm in his to get his attention, you can have him leaving whatever he is smoking behind in order to follow you. 

You drive him home, making sure Jim is coherent and drinking from the bottle of water you keep in the car. His eyes are ringed, he reeks of weed and you tip the bottle up to make sure he keeps drinking. Once he’s taken a big mouthful you run your fingers through his hair and Jim leans into your touch. He captures you hand in his and hangs onto you the rest of the drive home. 

He leads the way to his bedroom, the two of you sneaking around to not wake anyone. Jim strips his clothes down to his boxers, but he fumbles on the buttons of his shirt and on seeing the poor boy struggle, you decide to help him. ‘Thank you.’  You give him a small smile, ‘You’ve gotta ease up on this stuff Jim, I don’t like seeing you not have control over yourself.’ Jim nods, his head flopping onto his pillow ‘It’s just to free me, but imma stop now.’  You tug the duvet out and over him and you’re just about to leave when Jim surges up, ‘Stay?’

It becomes a regular occurrence, you deciding when you’ve both had enough of whatever gathering you’re at and you take Jim home. There’s always a bottle of water for him and you’ve only gotten drunk once since this started happening. You already feel responsible for him, the way Jim’s eyes sparkle in delight when it’s just you two and you’re taking care of him. He’s told you he likes it, that he doesn’t get to feel special in his own home anymore and you can’t find it in you to stop. Why would you? Jim is harmless. 

Jim is almost suffocating in bed. He spoons up against you yet by the morning you’ve almost always turned over with his ass pressing into you. It’s an unusual sensation to wake up feeling Jim moving against you, it’s almost as if he’s doing it on purpose.

The longer your dynamic happens, the more it develops. Jim worms his head onto your chest, snuggled against your breasts and you can’t breathe. He’s a beautiful boy, his hands brushing the back of your thighs and sliding just under your panties because you forgot to bring a chance of clothes and you’re both in your underwear. 

He loves it when you play with his hair, the sensation on his scalp always has Jim dropping off to sleep and you get to admire him at peace. It’s such a rare sight and you feel empowered being one of the few people who he lets in. 

Jim initiates your first kiss. You’re both hungover and have resigned yourselves to spending the day in his bed with the door locked. You press a kiss to the top of his head, Jim whining about the chink in the curtains and you find yourself working your lips down to his cheeks. Jim pushes his lips onto yours and rolls over quickly when you separate as if he’s terrified of the outcome. It’s a stolen kiss and your lips tingle and your core clenches at his shyness. 

You have to climb on top of him to get Jim to face you, so you can kiss him again. Jim is done for after that moment, he wriggles his ass into you every chance he can get, always after your kisses and anything he can get from you. He loves being held, hearing your voice as you tell him about your day, about work, about your family. It’s more intimate than anything you’ve ever had before.

Jim’s pressing kisses into your collarbone when his hand pulls at the cup of your bra and he frees your breast for the first time. He’s in your lap, all soft and timid kisses. You bite back your own concerns, it’s the first time he’s seen your breasts as Jim looks up at you, his fingers at the clasp of your bra, ‘May I?’ 

Your fingers run through his hair as your bra falls away and Jim latches onto your nipple. You gasp from the sensation, Jim’s tongue laving away and suckling gently. He remains there for hours, teating away till you both fall into contentment. Jim goes slack in your arms, having drifted off to sleep again this time with your nipple still in his mouth. 

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The Hand That Feeds (Michael Langdon x fem reader)

Summary: You’re Michael’s pet at Outpost 3, accustom to obeying all of his rules. But today you’re desperate and Michael hasn’t been pleasing you much lately. You get punished by a jealous Michael after trying to hook up with another gray. 

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, dom/sub, jealousy, daddy kink, wrist binding, boot licking, piss play, oral sex (female & male receiving), slapping, little bit of rimming (female receiving), fingering (anal & vaginal), anal sex, choking, hair pulling, bit of fluff at the end, sassy reader, mean michael.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: ok sjksjskjs this one might not be for everyone… 

1) read the warnings carefully if youre squeamish and dont like dirty stuff lol im just being upfront. 2) jim is jim mason, i wanted to give you guys a 2 in 1 fling. youre welcome. & 3) this came kinda late cuz i was BUSY w sugar daddy stuff this week lmao ! so i hope there arent too many grammar errors !! 

enjoy, sluts <3

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You lean against the corridor wall, routinely surveying the area for Venable’s impending scrutiny. One of your close confidants, Jim, another gray, leans with you. He stands only a few inches away from you, so close that you breathe each other’s breaths. Since you’ve laid eyes on him you suspected he would be trouble. You liked the freckles that dotted his nose, the way his brown hair swooped over his forehead, and how he looked at you like you were the only person in this hellhole that mattered. You knew you weren’t supposed to be flirting with him, you knew Langdon would be mad, but fuck it. Langdon stayed cooped up in his office for most of the day, you were bored of waiting for him to sweep you off your feet and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Everything is always on his terms, but you are getting desperate, you need some spice in your life.  

You mindlessly twirl a stray hair that fell from your unattractive bun when talking to Jim. You two laugh and smile all the time, beating around the bush because of Langdon’s strict rules. You grab Jim’s hand; his baby blue eyes wander around the corridor before accepting your palm. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?” you ask him. His eyes shyly fix to the ground and a smile inches across his face. “I’m serious, I don’t know what I’d do here without you.”

“Me too. If Langdon takes you and leaves me…” he trails off.

“Hey,” you crouch down to find his eyes. His light eyes fix on yours and you feel a tingle wash over your core. “I don’t even want to go with him,” you lie. Even if Langdon is the most hot and cold asshat here, he somehow cast his spell on you. You hate how much of a hold he has on you. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t take me.”

“How will you do that? Everybody knows you’re his little pet,” he leans his head against the wall in defeat.

“Because of this,” you whisper, standing on the tips of your toes to reach Jim’s lips.

He closes his lucent eyes and kisses you back. His soft lips collide into yours, they feel like everything you’ve imagined. After a moment, he pulls away from your embrace and his eyes dart around the room. “You’re fucking crazy,” he laughs. “We’re both dead if we get caught.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” you question with a shrug.

He responds by pulling you into another kiss, crashing his lips into yours with passion. You continue kissing him and slowly walking him into one of the empty rooms in the corridor. He staggers backwards into the room, both of you smiling at his fumble.

Each kiss gets stronger and deeper, only parting to rip off your apron and let down your hair. His hands run down your back, pulling you against him and kissing your neck. A small moan escapes your lips and you feel a light giggle on your neck, sending chills throughout your body. Your fingers comb through his thick hair and you pull his head back to kiss his lips once more.

Jim unzips your gray dress and it falls to the floor, exposing your grim bra and panties. The grays didn’t get many lingerie choices, you all had to wear cotton and polyester undergarments. None of it mattered to Jim, though. He is just as ravenous as you, he only wants what’s underneath the ugly clothes. You take off his top and smash your lips into his, reaching for his pants. He’s beginning to unhook your bra when somebody clears their throat behind you.

You both jump, immediately shielding any exposed skin, until you realize who it is. He sucks all the air out of the room and everything goes still. “Y/N,” Langdon says between clenched teeth, his tone much lower than usual.

You cross your arms over your chest, standing in front of Jim so he won’t get any of the heat. “Mr. Langdon,” you respond with the same vitriol. Langdon hated when you got sassy, you know that, but you don’t care. What’s he going to do?

He peers around your shoulder and you extend your arm, hoping he won’t see who you were engaging with. Langdon rolls his eyes at your poor attempt of protecting Jim’s identity and addresses him calmly, “John, perhaps you should leave now.”

“Jim,” he responds with a waver in his voice. Your heart sinks when Jim talks back to him. You can deal with punishment from Langdon, but you didn’t want anything bad to happen to Jim.

“Jim,” Langdon repeats. “Leave now and be thankful if I don’t burn your soul to a fucking crisp.” You’ve never seen Langdon this angry and you have to admit, it’s kind of hot.

Jim stands up and squeezes your hand tightly before leaving. He brushes past Langdon, exiting the room with his clothes in his fist. Langdon stays in the doorway, hands behind his back as always and chin tilted up to assert dominance. You don’t back down; you stay silent waiting for him to say his piece. You’re not going down so easily this time.

“You’re a stubborn pain in my ass, you know that?” he finally breaks the silence. “People in this outpost are on their hands and knees trying to secure a position, offering everything they can just so I could spare their lives. All the girls throw themselves at me, they wish I could secure a position for them like I did with you. Hell, even most of the men. They wish I could fuck them the way I fuck you,” he seethes.

“So why don’t you,” you bite back. You’ll do anything to get him riled up now, this is weeks of built up rage.

He wears a slight smile, quite clearly trying to camouflage his anger. “Put your dress back on and meet me in my office,” he orders, turning on his heel to leave.

“No,” you reply stubbornly. He stops and turns back to look at you. You walk up to him, challenging his supremacy with each audacious step. “What are you gonna do, Langdon? Hm? Spank me?” you ask in a mocking tone. “Punish me? Burn my soul?” you keep going to get him annoyed, but he wears an amused smile now. His eyes drawing to the ceiling to avoid giving you the spotlight, this only makes you want to dig harder. “I find it hard to believe you’re the antichrist,” you whisper inches from his face, “because half of the time you can’t even fuck me right.”

His haunting gaze closes in on you, you got his attention. “Is that right?” he asks, stone-faced. You slowly nod your head, questioning what kind of beast you woke up in him. His eyes look darker, even his expression looks much more sinister.

Langdon grabs your wrist, tightening his grip and you don’t fight it. He pulls you even closer to him, your feet shuffle until they trip over his Margiela boots. He tightens his grip again and you gasp at the sudden pain. You would never tell him to stop. “You like being punished, don’t you?” he quizzes, a glimmer of hilarity in his serious attitude. “That’s why you were whoring it up with that guy, right? Because you want me to punish you?”

You swallow hard, feeling a numbness take over the hand he grips so snugly. “It would add some excitement,” you reply coyly, all your confidence dissolving before your eyes.

“Look at you. A dog with all bark and no bite,” he spits, a small breathy laugh followed after. “Y/N, if you wanted to be treated like a dirty fucking whore, then why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks, making you jump when he curses. Even if he is mad, it’s turning you on. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties. “I’ll treat you like one,” he whispers.

Langdon drags you out of the room by the wrist he’s holding with a death-grip. Your heart drops at how urgent he’s handling the situation. “W-what are you gonna do to me?” you ask apprehensively.

“Oh, you wanted excitement!” he yells loud enough for the whole outpost to hear. He lets go of your wrist, throwing you into his room and locking the door behind him. You aid to your wrist, expecting a wicked bruise to flourish tomorrow.

He grabs your arm, again having a firm grasp, and pulls you into him. He holds your face in his other hand, making sure you keep your pleading eyes on his. “Do you want this?” he asks in a whisper. “Does the dirty slut want to be punished?”

You try nodding your head in his tight grip. “Yes, daddy,” you breathe.

He lets a modest smile slip before returning to his controlling demeanor. “Show me,” he commands and lets go of you. He promptly unhooks your bra and you slowly slide it down your arms. Covering up your nipples until the bra is completely off and exposing them to him, putting on a little show as usual. He still doesn’t look entertained. “I thought you wanted excitement,” he teases.

You bite your tongue from saying anything hurtful. “I do,” you answer. “Do whatever you want with me, daddy.”

He slides his jacket down his shoulders and steps closer to you. Your nipples harden with the gust of wind and he takes advantage. He pinches both of your nipples in between his fingers, squeezing the hard peaks. You moan at his sudden touch and arch your back to invite more. He notices this and twists your nipples, sending a searing pain throughout your breasts. You recoil only for a moment, but once the immediate pain subsides, you welcome more of his punishments.

He twists them again, harder this time and you take in a sharp breath, ruggedly letting it go when he releases your nipples. He gives a rough smack to your perky tits, causing more pain through your chest. You let out a nervous laugh with the second smack. Langdon’s never touched you like this before, he was always so gentle, you never knew he had this in him.

He pulls you back into him, and ravages your lips with his. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting your lips with each smacking kiss. His hands crawl down your back, reaching your hideous panties. He pulls the cotton, wedging the garment between your ass and you gasp. Just like when he pinched your nipples, for a moment it hurt, then it felt unbelievably good. He pulls away from the kiss, biting on your lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.

Langdon undoes his belt and yanks it from his waist. “Turn around,” he says, pushing you the other way. You obey his orders, turning around and waiting for your next command. He takes both of your wrists behind your back and bounds them tightly in his belt, squeezing your, already wounded, wrists so tight that you’re unable to move either of your hands. “How’s that?” he asks.

“Tight,” you answer with a slight chuckle.

He tightens them even more and you wince. “Good,” he responds sourly. “Now, I want you in a position you’re familiar with,” he whispers, his lips shaving the shell of your ear. You feel the hairs on your neck stand up, he’s driving you crazy. “Get on your knees.”

You conform, turning around to face him and getting on your knees, trying to balance yourself without your hands. You look up at him with big eyes, marinating in the hypnagogic moment. Even if you tell everyone it’s a drag, you adore being Langdon’s pet. You love having him dominate you, it’s the only thing that’s kept you sane in the outpost lately.

“I bet you want to taste me now, don’t you?” he asks.

You suck on your bottom lip, moistening them up for him. “I want your cum, daddy,” you nod.

“I bet you’re salivating just thinking about it,” he continues. He wears a condescending smile that negates his words. “But dirty whores don’t get daddy’s cum,” he scoffs. “They lick daddy’s shoes.”

Your eyes travel down his body to his boots. Wired to follow his orders in a heartbeat, you lean down to his leather Tabi boots. They’re quite an unusual design, with a cut in the toe to look like hooves. You run your tongue along the soft leather of his boot and kiss the tip his big toe occupies. You continue licking the top and he lifts up his shoe, exposing the sole. As soon as he lifts it, you look up at him for conformation, he doesn’t budge. There is minimal dust and dirt on the bottom, not too much to complain about. After a second of hesitation, you put your tongue flat on the sole and lick up all of the accumulated filth from the bottom of his shoe. “Good girl,” he encourages. You make sure to clean up every inch and swallow all of it before stopping. He puts his shoe back on the ground and raises an eyebrow, impressed with your commitment. “Now the other shoe,” he orders.

You begin licking the leather again, starting with the little divide in the shoe and working your way out. He lifts up his shoe again and you lick the soles once more. Negligently washing his expensive shoes with your tongue until they’re pristine. You sit up on your knees when you’re done, maneuvering the grime in your mouth and trying to swallow any remnants. “Such a good little whore,” he smiles. “You need something to wash down that dirt, don’t you?”

You nod your head again. “Yes, daddy. I do,” you admit. The feeling of sandy dirt still contaminating your mouth.

He unzips his dress pants; the bulge of his erection bloats in his boxers. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous right now,” he taunts.

Langdon pulls out his erect cock, his length always takes your breath away. No matter how many times you see his dick, it’s always surprising to see how long and thick it is. His father truly did bless him in every possible aspect.

You open your mouth and bring it to his dick, getting ready to suck the tip, but he pushes you back. “No, no, no,” he buzzes. “Lean your head back and open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, leaning back and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out of your mouth and he positions himself above you. Holding his hardy cock in his hand and aiming his hole at your face before splashing out a warm fluid.

You close your eyes to avoid any stinging. The liquid spatters onto your face and gets in your hair, making your whole head wet in a few seconds. Once the salty substance hits your tongue, you know that he’s urinating on you. He aims it closer to your mouth and you open wider for him to release into you, using you like a public restroom.

“How’s this for a punishment? Exciting enough for you?” he presses. You swallow everything that he leaks into you, washing down the dirt from his sole with it. It surprises you that the taste isn’t unpleasant, you actually enjoy him using you like this. 

His stream gets quite weaker, but you devour every drop he gives you. “Such a nasty girl, goddamn,” he says with a laugh. He stops urinating on you and you swallow the last bit that was in your mouth, finally opening your eyes to a surprised Langdon. 

You wipe away some of the urine near your eyes with your shoulder and lick the remains around your lips. “So good, daddy,” you respond sweetly. A slight smirk crosses his plump lips, you can tell he’s proud of you. Proud of his little pet for abiding the rules for once.

He leans into you, his hard cock grazing your lips. You open your mouth, inviting his pink tip in, and suck any leftover urine. You run your tongue over his tip and look up at him, batting your lustrous eyes. He rolls his eyes back when you ram his whole cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head back and forth, not daring to disrupt his pleasure even if you feel yourself choking.

You pull your head back, feeling his length escape your throat. A white string of saliva connects your lips to his dick when you pull away and you suck up any excess saliva you produced. You can’t help but give the head of his impressive cock one more suck before finishing off.

He pulls you up by your shoulders. You stand on your toes to kiss him, but he pushes you backwards onto his bed. You land on your wrists, almost forgetting that he had bound them earlier. He zips himself back up before moving onto the bed with you. You move your arms up, trying to spin your tightly tied wrists, but they don’t comply. They hang off of the bed, while the rest of your body is laid out for Langdon’s consumption.

He starts down by your ankles, giving open mouth kisses on both of your legs until he reaches the insides of your thighs. He kisses the insides, getting slower and wetter the closer he gets to your pulsating core. He lifts up both sides of your panties and lets them go, slapping them onto your hips. You instinctively buck your hips at the sudden slap, then smile at his teasing. He takes both sides again, this time pulling them in opposite directions and ripping your panties in half with minimal effort. You gasp at his aggressiveness. He gasps too, mocking yours.

He sits up over you. One of your thighs threaded between his. He looks down at you, gorgeous blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. He rubs one warm hand over your hot clit, finally feeling his touch is so liberating. He grips your face with his other hand again. “Are you having fun?” he inquires, still rubbing you languidly.

“Yes,” you answer, squirming under his touch.

He stops rubbing you for a moment and you loudly sigh from the loss of contact. He slaps your throbbing cunt and you let out a sharp shriek. He smacks it harder and you groan, curling your toes in agony. You move your head to the side and bite your arm to cope with the pain. “Good,” he says lowly.

He rubs your clit again and you take a deep breath in, still biting down on your arm to not make noise. He rubs faster and harder, issuing a moan out of you. He stops again and you bite hard, feeling a tear roll down the side of your face. You stop biting your arm and glance at him with begging eyes. “Please don’t stop,” your voice falters.

Your pleading falls on deaf ears, his expression doesn’t change. He slaps your throbbing pussy again, getting another yelp out of you. He slaps it harder and you cry out a mangled groan. He keeps smacking your sensitive cunt until it’s puffy and swollen. “Please,” you beg again. He gives one hard slap and you yell loud enough for everybody in the outpost to hear.

He leans in close to you. “Do you wanna come?” he asks, hovering his hand over your cunt. You try nodding your head in the grip of his hand and fail, he slaps your pussy again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes!” you exclaim. “God, yes. Please I want to come.”

He lets go of your face and moves down your body, running his tongue through the valley of your breasts, down your torso, and all the way to your crotch. He spits on your folds; you feel his warm spit travel down your pussy. He licks it up, the feeling of his tepid tongue on your vagina makes your heart skip. He licks again, starting lower. Then again, starting from your asshole up to your clit. “Michael!” you yelp, his tongue still venturing where it never has before.

He sops up your already drenched pussy and lubes up your asshole with his heated saliva. He slowly inserts two fingers into your pussy, and one into your ass. You take a sharp inhale when he does this, you’ve never had fingers in your ass before.

He starts working your holes, starting slow and steady. His fingers inching in deeper, the metal of his rings adding a pleasurable coolness to your sweltering cunt. He pulses his fingers inside of you, hitting them up against your g-spot. You can already feel yourself coming undone, but you fight to keep yourself together. His tongue licks your clit and you moan, unable to hold it in anymore. His tongue pulses to the same rhythm as his fingers, speeding up at the same time.

The lower half of your body feels completely disabled. Your legs are trembling and your feet are pointed from holding in your pleasure. You grind your hips on his face, his light blue eyes peer up at you, begging for your cum. You’d give anything to unbind his makeshift handcuffs and run your fingers through his soft hair.

You don’t hide it anymore, you let out all your moans. He notices you’re unravelling and takes the opportunity to fuck you harder. Pulsing his fingers inside your holes vigorously and slurping up your dripping pussy. His aggressiveness makes your cunt go numb, and it feels like your world stops. You dig your nails into your hands, aching to touch him. A few yells getting caught in your throat, holding them in in fear someone will burst in screaming bloody murder. “Oh my god,” is all you can manage to mutter through your endless moans.

Langdon laughs, a wave of his hot breath washing over your pussy. “God can’t fuck you like this,” he disputes with a devilish grin. You can’t bring yourself to amuse his joke, you feel yourself coming on him.

Your hips move wildly against his face, grinding yourself against his moist tongue. Nails digging into yourself harder than ever. You cry out his name along with deformed moans, trying your best to stay quiet, but failing miserably. “Langdon! Fuck!” you heave in between solid breaths. You’re both on the same wavelength, he fucks you just how you want him to, just how you need him to. With one hard plunge, you let out your last groan. Your juices spilling onto his fingers and he licks it up, sticking two of his fingers into his wet mouth and sucking you off of him.

“This one’s for you,” he whispers, crawling up to you and sticking his third finger into your mouth. You taste yourself on him, this is the one that was in your ass. It doesn’t have much flavour, it’s rather sweet if anything. You suck it right off of his warm finger, tasting the sweetness of your ass mixed with the saltiness of his finger. “Want more?” he asks.

You nod your head, out of breath from his gratification. “Yes,” you concur, “please give me more, daddy.”

He smiles, he likes when you beg him. “Of course you do,” he responds, “So gluttonous. I bet you want to me to fuck you right now, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod again. “Hard, Mr. Langdon.”

He leans over you, the back of his hand caressing your cheek tenderly. His warm fingers contrast with the cold metal rings that fit each of his fingers, goosebumps instantly line your skin. “I just need to remind you of one thing,” his lips graze yours.

The temptation to reach up and kiss his full lips is unbearable. “What’s that?” you whisper back.

“I don’t share,” he chastises. Your heart drops hearing the hatred possessing his tone.

He moves away from your face. Finally undressing himself, he rips his expensive shirt, the buttons clink against the floor as he starts zipping down his pants. You lay back, watching him unclothe himself with big eyes, waiting for him to unsheathe his shaft. You take the moment to appreciate his beauty, and damn he has a lot of it. 

He pulls down his pants and fishes in his boxers when his eyes connect with yours. He cocks his head to the side, taking his hand out of his underwear. “A little privacy,” he smirks, grabbing your legs. He rapidly spins you around so you’re laying on your stomach, the wind gets knocked out of you from astonishment. You wonder how he had the strength to do that.

You feel his weight leave the bed. His warm hands guide your hips towards the ceiling. You prop yourself on your elbows the best that you can with bound wrists. He pushes your legs apart, your knees shaking from nervousness. You feel his hands grab a handful of your ass and you push it out more for him. He lets go and gives a hard slap on your ass, forsaking a delicious sting. You gasp at the sudden pain. “That’s for disobeying me,” he scolds.

You catch your breath, stunned by his hostility. “I should disobey you more often,” you quip.

He slaps your other cheek in response and you gasp again. You feel a depression in the bed behind you and your breath hitches in your throat. His hand resting on your lower back, you feel him drag his rounded tip along your wet folds. “I think you forgot who you belong to,” he sneers. You feel him add pressure on your hole, he spits on his cock, “I think you forgot who your ass belongs to.”

He rams his tip into your asshole and you take in a sharp breath, your hands instinctively reaching to grab him, but unsuccessful from their inability to move. Your upper body falls limp onto his bed. Both of his hands grab your sides as he slowly glides his hard cock into your ass, spitting again for extra lubrication. All of your words get caught in your breath; it feels like he’s intruding, but you don’t want him to stop.

He’s in deep when he abruptly stops. “Relax for me,” he instructs. You let out a wavered deep breath, his warm hands soothing you, running up your back. In your next breath, you let everything out, all of your jitters and tension, stress and timidity, it all withers away. He moves into you deeper and you finally feel the pleasure. A moan slips from your lips and he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He pumps in and out of you, gradually speeding up the more comfortable you get. “Mr. Lan…” his name dies on your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Fuck me,” you whine.

He yanks your hair back and slams into your ass, you pant as he tugs harder. You let out a few pornographic noises and an animalistic groan escapes his lips. “Do you think he’d fuck you like I do?” he snaps, pulling harder, “Do you think he’d take you in the ass? You belong to me.” You let out a laugh, unapologetically entertained by his jealousy. At least it shows he gives a fuck about you.

When he hears your laugh, he sadistically drives himself into you harder, your laugh cut off by a cry. The acute pain is immediately consumed by thrill, your heart pounding with excitement. “Oh yeah, daddy,” you sigh. His pounding gets more intense, he lives for your praise. “Fuck me harder, I’m all yours.”

He relentlessly pulls your hair back and brutally fucks you. Pumping into your ass, the only sound in the room is your skin slapping against his and muffled moans. Both of his rough hands wrap around your neck and your moans get caught in your throat. He tightens his grip, your heart drops. Even though you trust him, Langdon has always been unpredictable. It crosses your mind that he may kill you, but in some sickening way that turns you on. The harder he squeezes, the wetter you feel yourself getting. Your cunt dripping onto his bed, you want to leave a big mess for him.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks. Your words get caught in your throat and you stifle a moan. He does one hard thrust into you, squeezing your neck even more, cutting off your breath. “I asked, who do you belong to?” anger rising in his voice.

“You,” your voice is strained. “I belong to you.”

He eases on his grip and you take in a deep breath, drinking in the air you were deprived. “That’s right,” he breathes, “you’re all mine.” He doesn’t give you a minute to catch your breath before ramming your tight hole even more. You’re greedy for more, pushing your ass against him and shoving him inside you deeper. You feel his leg lift onto the bed, brushing against the back of your thigh. He holds your hair in one hand and your side in the other.

Langdon starts fucking you harder than before. Every time you think he’s being ruthless, not holding back, he upstages himself, vehemently pounding his stiff cock into you. You aren’t intelligible anymore, unable to construct a sentence, unable to say a goddamn word. Orgasm overtakes you. Langdon raises your leg and you fall onto your side, finally able to look at him. His hooded eyes stare down at you as if reasserting his overt dominance.

His stone face breaks, his nostrils flare and he releases a low grumble from his chest. Both of you groaning at the same time with each thrust. He becomes as incoherent as you are. You feel yourself coming on him, only able to yell out your moans to absolve your pleasure. Your soaking pussy gets wetter with each plunge into you.

You fight to scream, but it gets caught in your throat. A final moan pours out of you, your juices spilling all over him as you come on his leg. Langdon continues fucking you until his thrusts get sloppier, his usual reluctance to show emotion is being corrupted by his unyielding moans. His restless technique getting clumsy as you feel him fill up your hole with his seed. His body contorting before sluggishly dropping onto you, exhaling his orgasm with a light grunt. Both of you dripping sweat and fervently catching your breaths, coming down from the ecstasy. His hands scramble to unbind your wrists and you throw his belt to the side, rubbing the sweat from your wrists.

He pulls himself out of you and rolls onto his back, laying on the bed next to you. You feel his cum pouring out of your ass, swiping a bit of it from your hole and licking the salty liquid off your finger. Langdon breathes out a laugh and rolls onto his side to planting a warm kiss on your lips. When he pulls away, his hand stays cupping your cheek, your hand on his. “Did I hurt you?” he questions.

A smile spreads on your face, this is the caring Langdon you’re used to during sex. “No,” you answer, drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Good,” he sighs. He lays on his back again and lets out a deep sigh. You throw your arm around his body and he pulls you close to him. Your head fits under his arm and he brushes his fingertips against your back, making little figure-eights on your shoulder blade.  

His heaving chest grows steadier with each breath, as does yours. He kisses the top of your head and pulls you against him tighter as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. You hear him take in a breath like he’s about to speak, but he doesn’t say a word. You stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the stillness and absorbing everything that just happened.

“Will you ever leave me?” he breaks the lull.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What do you mean? Why are you asking that?” your voice is hoarse.

“Because you’re all I have,” he sighs.

You fight back the itch to look up at him, instead rubbing circles on his chest with your hand. “I won’t leave you,” you promise. You don’t want to leave him, even if he’s constantly hot and cold, there’s something charming about his temperament.

You feel him exhale and allow yourself to look up at him. You rest your chin on his chest and he looks down at you with a smile, moving some of the hair glued to your forehead behind your ear. His eyes find the ceiling and his face turns neutral as he persists to graze his fingers down your back. You lay your head on his chest again, hearing his temperate heartbeat. In moments like these, it’s hard for you to recall that Langdon is the spawn of Satan. He seems so warm and fragile.

“Y/N, you’re all mine,” he croaks.

You can’t suppress the smile that creeps across your face. “Okay.”

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masterlist !

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This list will update as more fics/etc. get posted!

MICHAEL LANGDON:

Series:

**Lesson - Hawthorne!Michael x Fem!Reader : Part One | Part Two | Part Three 

One-Shots:

**Favors- Fire and Reign!Michael x Fem!Reader

**Consequences - Post Fire and Reign!Michael x Fem!Reader 

**Found - Sojourn!Michael x Fem!Reader

**Offer - Sojourn!Michael x Fem!Reader 

Requests: 

**Jealous Fire & Reign Michael x Fem!Reader 

XAVIER PLYMPTON:

One-Shots:

**Blasphemous - Xavier x Fem!Reader 

Requests: 

**Mirror, Mirror - Xavier x Fem!Reader

**Mirror, Mirror - PART TWO - Xavier x Fem! Reader

**Touch Me (I Want Your Body) - Xavier Plympton  

**Touch Me (I Want Your Body) - PART TWO - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Saved - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

**Masterpiece - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

**Everybody Wants You - Xavier Plympton x Dom!Fem!Reader 

Lay With Me Forever - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

**Show Me - Xavier Plympton x Chet Clancy x Fem!Reader 

**it happened one summer - Xavier Plympton x Virgin!Fem Reader 

**attention - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

DUNCAN SHEPHERD:

**The Beauty of Boredom - Duncan Shepherd x Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader: PART 1 | PART 2

Blurbs:

MICHAEL LANGDON:

**Jealous Fire & Reign Michael not wanting you to wear a certain outfit

**Outpost Michael tormenting you while you're chained to the ceiling

**Hawthorne Michael catches you masturbating

**Roughness with Outpost Michael 

**Fire & Reign Michael is angry with you 

**Sitting in Outpost Michael’s lap 

**Sojourn Michael wants you

**Doing a strip tease for Hawthorne Michael  

**Outpost Michael interviews you 

**Fire & Reign Michael gives you a special interview 

**Sojourn Michael is ruthless with you 

Encountering your ex Michael at Hawthorne 

Michael catches you cheating (tw: death)  

Outpost Michael is angry that you’re a grey

**Anal with Sojourn Michael  

**Michael showing emotion 

Outpost Michael & reader reunite after several years 

**Making up with Outpost Michael after a fight 

**Outpost Michael helps you tighten a corset 

**Reader is Outpost Michael’s servant 

Fire & Reign Michael rescues you from Hell 

**Outpost Michael wants you to cockwarm him 

**Hawthorne Michael is a virgin 

**You & Sojourn Michael give each other head 

**Outpost Michael spits in your mouth during rough sex 

You are pregnant with Michael’s baby

DUNCAN SHEPHERD:

**Professor Duncan being jealous over you & your boyfriend

**Teasing Duncan until he pulls the car over 

**Duncan eats you out after a date

**Teasing Duncan at a banquet in retaliation for his own teasing

**Jealous Duncan takes you to a gala

Dad!Duncan watches you breastfeed

Dad!Duncan coming home to you & your son 

**You see your ex Duncan in a bar

**Cockwarming Duncan during a meeting 

**Pregnancy sex with Duncan

**A threesome with Jim Mason & Duncan

**Sex with older, sugar daddy Duncan   

**Threesome with Xavier and reader 

**Threesome with Michael and reader 

**President Duncan and reader is his VP’s daughter | PART TWO

 **Sex with President Duncan 

**You & President Duncan have sex in a moving car

**You & President Duncan at a play 

**Sub!President Duncan and reader 

**Facetime sex with Duncan 

**Balcony sex with President Duncan...with a twist 

Domestic bliss with President Duncan 

XAVIER PLYMPTON:

**Xavier wanting to use a dildo on you

**Xavier wants to get down and dirty on the dock

**Xavier believes that you’re more than just a one-night stand

**Xavier wants you to kill for him 

**Xavier fingering you in a swimming pool 

**You & Xavier have fun in the Vanta-C

**Xavier uses a vibrating wand on you 

**You distract Xavier from a video game 

**Xavier watches you masturbate

**You tease Xavier with an ice cream cone 

Xavier helps sad reader 

**You help Xavier rehearse lines for a play

**Ghost!Xavier meets you in 2020 | PART TWO

**Pegging Xavier at the studio 

**A threesome with Xavier and Jim Mason 

**Xavier rides reader’s thigh 

**Cockwarming Xavier on the camp’s dock 

**You & Xavier get locked in a cabin for being too flirty 

**Xavier with mommy kink 

**Public sex with Xavier in the aerobics studio 

**Xavier eats you out in the bathtub 

**Xavier eating you out in a cabin with other sleeping counselors 

**Xavier wants to top you, but you won’t let him--yet

**You & Xavier fool around in the woods (bonus Margaret and Chet)

**Modern!Xavier is a subby cam boy  

Reader & Xavier find their song 

**Spanking bratty sub!Xavier 

**You dom Xavier in Chet’s bed 

**Xavier cums too fast and makes it up to you 

**Shower sex with Xavier 

**Edging sub!Xavier 

**Clingy & shy sub!Xavier

CHET CLANCY:

**Chet is jealous of you & Xavier 

**You & Chet have fun in the lake 

JIM MASON: 

Jim soothes reader after she argues with her father 

**Sub!virgin Jim 

**Stepbrother!Jim and Xavier have fun with you 

**Jim riding his pillow 

Random Posts/Concepts/etc.:

MICHAEL LANDGON:

**Giving Fire & Reign Michael Head

**Fire & Reign Michael eating you out during a meeting

**Fire & Reign Michael punishing you for staring at him in a sheer top

**A pseudo game of hide & seek with Fire & Reign Michael soon turns into another game entirely 

My thoughts on Duncan Shepherd

My thoughts on Xavier Plympton 

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request rules

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flora’s recs

  11/12/20

the tribes of palos verdes 

jim mason:

  cuddles w jim mason - hc 

  love u bunches - cheesy, corny, cuddly softness.

cody fern’s characters

  quarantine with the ferns - hc

hemlock grove 

roman godfrey: 

  when it rains - roman is comatose, and you’re the last one to find out.

  you’re mine, baby boy* - sub!roman rights

  only angel - (bartender!au) y/n knows how to pick her own fights. 

  he never really calls back* - shameless enemies to lovers smut. 

  bisclavret - (werewolf!reader) y/n can’t change back, but roman will always be there for her.

villains

mickey:

  hot mess - needy, cuddly, large, tall mickey. need i say more?

  relationship alphabet (d, k, u, y, z)

  dtf** - mickey wants to get y/n in the mood, but the question is how?

  i’m lucky you’re with me - the 4 times you tell mickey you love him and the 1 time he tells you.

jules:

  in too deep - jules x fem!reader, aka villains but make it ~lesbian~

    part 1**

    part 2 

    part 3 

    part 4

    part 5 

    part 6

    epilogue**

mickey x jules x reader:

  let’s call the whole thing off** - arguing behind someone’s back isn’t cool, especially when you’re dating them.

battlecreek

henry pearl:

  my world is hanging in someone else’s hands - y/n stays up late for her love.

  lookin’ up from a cigarette and she’s already left - battlecreek but make it y/n.

  cuddles and comfort - wisdom teeth removal trope, based on my experience.

  the doctor is in - dad!henry is precious and deserves the world.

criminal minds

spencer reid:

  picking it apart - spencer reid is many things, one of them being a movie critic, apparently.

  love me love me (say that you love me) - after a close brush with death in the field, y/n visits a wounded spencer in the hospital to have a heart to heart.

  thief! - spencer’s not leaving anytime soon if you have anything to do with it. 

  minor arcana - spencer makes a new friend - one that’s incapable of speaking to him - but a new friend nonetheless. 

  shave and a haircut - spencer needs a haircut, and you just so happen to know how to give him one.

  doctor’s check up - after talking down an unsub, spencer checks in on the reader.

  if you want to, only if you want to - spencer comforts a child after she’s been rescued, and the precious sight can’t help but make you dream of having a family with the doctor.

  i adore you - 5 things spencer loves about you.

  new love - spencer tells the team about you, his new girlfriend.

emily prentiss: 

  scintillation - profiling is a heavy job, but emily’s glad she has a light in her life to even it out.

  whisper down the lane** - an innocent childhood game takes a not-so innocent turn.

penelope garcia:

  theft of the heart - reader is a source of light in the bau, even when the power’s out.

corpse husband

  the best kind of cold - corpse is playing among us with friends, and even while asleep, reader still manages to make a guest appearance.

attack on titan

jean kirstein:

birthday boy - early morning cuddles and contemplation with jean.

haikyuu!!

shoyo hinata:

  new team - you teach hinata some skills in middle school and to pay you back, he guarantees you a spot on the karasuno volleyball team.

sk8 the infinity

  sk8 boys as pet peeves/icks (hcs)

bungo stray dogs

osamu dazai:

  drunk words, sober thoughts - after noticing dazai’s absence from kyouka’s party, your search for the man leads you to the pier, where you get to spend some alone time with him.