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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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sweaterweather-247 · 2 years

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Request stuff

Shows/movies I write for + characters

Arcane

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

How to train your dragon

Astrid Hofferson

Hiccup Haddock

Hunger games

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Stranger things

Henry Creek /Peter Ballard

Steve

Robin Buckley

The office

Jim Halpert

YOU

Joe Goldberg

Love Quinn

RULES

1. No smut, I tried writing it and I can’t

2. No pedo stuff

3. No x child reader

4. No baby/pregnant stuff (I don't like babies)

5. I'll do yandere stuff but no yandere reader and AU stuff

6. Only fem reader please, I'm not a man and don't write male readers, sorry

7. I MIGHT do poly depending on the character

8. I won't do a request if it makes me uncomfortable/a topic I don't know

#stranger things #YOU #brooklyn nine nine #hunger games #how to train your dragon #the office #stranger things x reader #brooklyn 99 x reader #hunger games x reader #httyd x reader #jim halpert x reader #hiccup haddock x reader #finnick odair x reader #Joe goldberg x reader #arcane #robin buckley

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taehyungsgrowl · 4 years

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31 and 35 for Jim and make!reader 🥺

31. “Is being high all the time worth losing everything?” 35. “Can I have one last kiss?”

BRO 🥺

Y/N tugged at his hair in frustration. He sat on Jim’s porch, staring down at the phone that wouldn’t ring. He’d called and texted Jim without answer over and over. He didn’t know how much longer he could deal with the fear of knowing if Jim was okay.

He couldn’t help but think that the worst had happened.

No one had heard from Jim that day, but he had an idea of what he was probably up to. Y/N didn’t get it; didn’t understand why he wasn’t enough to make Jim okay - to make him happy. Why was he still chasing numbness in the drugs and alcohol?

“It’s not gonna happen again, baby,” Jim slurred the last he’d gone on a bender. Y/N didn’t say anything, just helped strip him of his vomit-covered clothes and into the shower.

It’s happening again, he thought to himself.

Y/N couldn't think to go home - not when he didn’t know if Jim was safe. But it had been a long day and sleep took over him. He laid his head on the cold concrete, sighing at the coolness on his cheek and closed his eyes. Just for a minute... he thought.

Jim stumbled across his lawn, blunt still held tightly between two fingers. He can’t recall all he’s had that far. A few pills, a couple drinks - what difference did it make? They got the job done. He was too far gone to notice Y/N sleeping on his porch and inevitably tripped over him, crashing his head against a wall.

“The fuck,” his hand reached for his head, feeling hot blood on his fingers.

Y/N sat up, feeling the bruises that would appear on his sides. He stood up and pulled Jim up with him. Jim swayed from side to side, a sleepy smile on his face.

“Where the hell were you?” Y/N begins to frown until he noticed that Jim was bleeding, “Fuck,” he sighed, “Are you okay? Let me look at it.”

Jim shrugged him off, “I’m good, soo good, baby”

“You know I was worried.” his eyes met the darkened blue ones across from him.

Jim took a long slow drag of his blunt before leaning in closer to his boyfriend's face. Y/N looked at him questioningly - but that face turned to one of hurt when Jim blew the smoke in his face laughing. “There’s no fucking reason to worry about me,”

Y/N fought back tears, “Fuck you. Fuck you, Jim. I’m trying so hard. So hard to be here for you.”

Jim placed his hands on Y/N’s shoulders and swayed more. "I didn’t ask,” he said in a sing-song voice.

It was Y/N’s turn to shrug him off. He stepped back, using everything in him not to scream and cry.

“Is being high all the time worth losing everything? Worth losing me?”

Jim shrugged, looking down at the ground.

Was there anything else left to say? Y/N was done. He picked up his sweater off the ground and without another word, turned around to leave Jim alone.

As he started to walk away, Jim called out from behind a cloud of smoke, “Can I have one last kiss?”

“I don’t want to know this side of you. I hate this side of you.” Y/N called out before getting in his car and driving away from it all.

#jim mason #jim mason angst #jim mason x reader #jim mason x male!reader #talk about dark jim smh #ttopv #Anonymous

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emmyrosee · 5 years

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Sober Up (Fluff)

Uhhhhhhh I got bored at work and settled into a soft mood. That’s pretty much the only explanation I can give for this. Hope you enjoy regardless!

Warnings: Language, needy Jim, mentions of drugs.

Jim Mason x Reader; After a seemingly crazy party, or at least crazy enough to interrupt date night, Jim comes back hours later, and you know you have to care for this needy, drugged babe

Pawing at your nightstand to silence the buzzing that interrupts your sleep, you can’t help but feel a pang of anger. You know exactly who this is from, there is not a single doubt in your mind.

Hey, it me. Am ouside. The bright screen shows, solidifying your assumption. The text is from none other than your boyfriend, who left your date night at 8 to go to some bullshit party across town.

And apparently he had fun, considering the bright clock on your phone reads 2:45.

In your heart, you almost expected nothing else from Jim, his desire to be insta-famous and loved by the masses was what originally made you fall for him. But over the course of your relationship, you knew that Jim was a double edge sword- exciting and free came with the usual task of taking care of him.

You swiftly swing your legs out of bed and waddle down to your front door, gently creaking it open. You immediately notice Jim’s slight sway as he stands on your steps dopily.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask in annoyance.

“I’m here to finish what I started,” Jim slurrs, stumbling into your house. “Date nights not over yet.”

You grab his arms to sturdy him, “actually, yes it is.” You hoist him up to stand taller, but the weakness of his body flops against you. “Jesus, what’s the matter with you?” You ask, tapping his face lightly to make him look at you. Sleepy, unfocused eyes look up at you with a smile to match.

“Oh shit,” you whisper, “what the hell did you take?”

“Some wicked shit from the party, that you,” he points an accusatory finger at your chest, “abandoned me at.”

“I abandoned you?” You bite, helping him inside to your room.

“You abandoned me.”

Rolling your eyes, you gently push Jim onto your bed, “we’ll talk about this when you’re fucking sober,” you scold. “For now, just let me take care of you.”

Jim looks at you as seductive as he can muster before grabbing the waistband of your pants and tugging, “let me take care of you.”

Chuckling, you remove his hands, “relax, Romeo, let’s wait until you can walk a straight line first.”

“Nuh-Uh, I’m fine,” Jim assures. “See?” He points his index fingers out before extending his arms, folding his arm in and out as he touches his nose.

“Don’t fight me on this, Jim, I’m far from in the mood,” you warn, bending down to remove his shoes. You capture his swinging feet, and he rolls back on the bed, giggling like a little kid.

“Wheee!”

“Jim, come on,” You groan in annoyance. “I’m fucking tired!”

“‘S nice to meet you tired,” he jokes, eyes struggling to stay open.

It’s almost endearing, how gone he is. But you can’t ignore the fact that this isn’t Jim- you aren’t quite sure what he took to make him like this. It’s a mixture of drugs to be sure, but the natural dulling in his eyes, despite the laughter he’s spilling hides a secret ingredient to the mixture. Sadness? Embarrassment? Guilt?

“I’m going to get you something that’s going to flush this out of your system okay? Get in bed and be quiet,” you command, already guiding his feet over the edge and flat on your mattress. You gently take his shoes off, the giddiness of falling over clearly far from his fuzzy mind.

“Where you goin’?” He asks, reaching out for your wrist. His face is full of worry, cloudy eyes wide at you.

You sigh, “I’m gonna get you some juice, okay? A special juice, you stay right here.” You can’t help but hate the feeling of talking to him like he’s a child, but the absolute lack of attention and focus is all he has.

“I come?” He asks, sheepishly smiling. You shake your head, “no jimmy. You stay here and be a good boy.”

You gently but quickly pull your hand out of his grip, making him whine deep within his chest. “Jimmy! Shush!” You scold. Jim seemingly ignores you, whines and whimpers still prominent and loud.

“Here, take this,” you growl, quickly sliding off your shirt and giving it to him. Jim quickly calms down at that, but his eyes are fixed to your chest, staring at the nipples that begin to perk up at the sudden cold.

You sigh in annoyance as you pick up another shirt, sliding it on as you make your way to the kitchen. You wrack your brain trying to remember the recipe your father taught you after your first hangover.

Kale, spinach, celery, avocado... would it even make a difference? God knows if Jim was drunk or not, only Christ knew what was currently abusing that boy’s body.

Or was he abusing his own body?

Of course he was, this was his choice.

He left you anyways, why are you helping him?

Thoughts like these swam through your tired mind as you struggled to make the mixture, fear of waking your family weighing on your shoulders.

After a long struggle, you finally managed to blend the ingredients together sufficiently enough for Jim to drink with supervision.

“Here, drink,” you command, walking back into your room. Your shirt dangled from Jim’s hands as he clutched the fabric to his nose, huffing it, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to question it.

“What is it?”

“It’s a special juice to help you sober up. Drink.”

Jim gently leans forwards to take the cup from your hands, “can you come to bed with me?”

You groan, “drink first. Then we’ll talk.”

Jim slowly brought the concoction to his lips, and he could barely get a sip back before his face contorted in displeasure.

“What the hell is this?” Jim whined in betrayal. You shushed him gently as you sat on the foot of your bed, “I know it’s gross, but you’ll feel better.” You gently grabbed his hand, “for me? Just drink it?”

Jim eyes you like a frightened puppy before drinking what he can of the drink.

“That’s my good boy,” you praise. “Thank you, Jim.”

He slowly finishes the glass before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “I wanna go to bed,” he whispers, knuckling his eyes. “I don’t feel good.”

“And you probably won’t for a few days,” you say quietly, petting his hair.

“Can you stay with me?” He asks quietly, leaning forward to lay his forehead against your shoulder.

“Could you stop me if you wanted to?” You ask back, making him chuckle. He was definitely coming down from his high naturally, and once that drink filters through his system, he was definitely going to need you by his side.

“I’m still mad at you for abandoning me tonight,” you whisper to mostly yourself.

“‘M sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you plant a kiss to his head. “You’ll pay for it in due time.”

“How?”

“Dunno. Let’s see how bad this hangover gets. Or how annoyed I am at you later.”

Jim merely chuckles again.

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babyboy-cody · 5 years

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waste the night

PAIRING: Jim/Male!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N has always considered Jim his best friend. That all changes when a secret is spilled about Y/N’s past.

WARNINGS: homophobic slurs, use of drugs and alcohol, ANGST (if you squint), fluffy ending, brief violence

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

The sound of a door slamming causes Y/N to jolt from his peaceful sleep. He groans sluggishly against his pillow and pulls the cover higher over his head. He doesn’t know who’s in his house, and he honestly doesn’t care. His dad left for a business trip a few days ago, so the question remains.

Y/N’s bedroom door opens for a brief moment before he feels a body bounce on his bed. He peeks over his covers and sees a grinning Jim Mason who lays beside him with his hands resting under his head.

“Surprised to see me?” Jim asks.

“What are you doing in my house?” Y/N mumbles and rubs his eyes to clear his blurry vision.

He watches Jim pull out a key from his jean jacket pocket. Y/N scoffs and rolls his eyes jokingly.

“I left that key outside for emergencies,” he emphasizes and plucks the key from Jim’s limp fingers.

Jim laughs quietly and stares up at the ceiling. Y/N took some time to observe the young man laying beside him. He can’t help the way his stomach tightens with knots every time he sees, hears, or even smells Jim. He has that certain affect on him. He tries not to show how Jim makes him feel, but it gets harder every time Jim is in a touchy feely mood when he’s high or coked out of his mind.

“You’re thinking too loud,” Jim mumbles jokingly and looks over at Y/N, his blue eyes scanning the young man’s face.

Y/N rolls his eyes again and gets out of his bed with a tired groan. He stretches his arms behind his back as his muscles tense. He rolls his neck and runs a hand through his messy bed head. He searches around the floor for the shirt he shrugged off in the middle of the night.

Unknown to him, Jim is watching his every move. His eyes trail over Y/N’s impressive physique. For some reason, every time Y/N takes off his shirt to get into the ocean, all Jim wants to do is see more.

He licks his lips and clears his throat as a blush coats his cheeks. He quickly looks away before Y/N can catch him. His mind is dizzy and his body feels like it’s on a cloud.

“What’d you take this time?” Y/N asks as he finally puts on his muscle tee. “Cause you sure as hell look like you’re enjoying the ride.”

Jim laughs and shakes his head. “I took some ecstasy and a few snorts of coke. Everything feels so…groovy.”

“Groovy?” Y/N sounds amused as he pulls on a pair of his favorite black jeans. “That’s a new one.”

Jim opens his mouth to say something, but he gets cut off by the front door slamming. He sends Y/N a confused look and receives the same thing. Before he has the chance to sit up, Y/N’s bedroom door swings open.

“Dad?” Y/N sounds shocked. “I-I thought you wouldn’t be back until Monday.”

Y/N’s father stares at Jim for a long time, then at Y/N. He has a stern look on his face and he clears his throat. He takes a step into the bedroom and Y/N takes a small step back. Jim notices and stands up.

“I didn’t know my son was having guests over,” Y/N’s father says, his voice low and gruff.

“This is, um, my friend…Jim. He got here a few minutes ago,” Y/N quietly states. “Jim…this is my…dad.”

“Uh, it’s nice to meet you, sir,” Jim politely says and holds his hand out.

Y/N’s father shakes it reluctantly while giving his son a look. Y/N looks down at the ground and crosses his arms tighter over his chest. He can feel his gaze piercing through his skull. He shifts uncomfortably.

“Well, I’d like to catch up with my son when you two get back from…where ever it is you’re going,” Y/N’s father says and leaves the two alone.

Y/N stays quiet as he pulls on his shoes. He grabs his phone, keys, and sunglasses and doesn’t spare Jim a glance.

“Let’s go,” Y/N says quietly and leaves the room with Jim closely following behind him.

When they get inside Y/N’s car, Jim bounces his knee up and down frantically as he rubs his palms together. He looks out the window and looks at the ocean. He can feel the drugs thrumming through his veins as he rests his head against the cool glass of the window.

“Hey,” Y/N nudges his bouncing knee. “You doing okay?”

Jim hums sluggishly.

“Your dad’s pretty…intense,” Jim says. “I don’t think he likes me.”

“Don’t worry,” Y/N mumbles. “He doesn’t like any of my friends.”

It was always like that. Y/N’s father would give any male friends the dirty parent look and his lips would snarl with disgust. Ever since they moved to Palos Verdes, Y/N made sure to never bring his friends over - guys and girls. They had to leave their other house because of rumors that were spread. His father was not amused.

“Where are we even going?” Y/N asks Jim and laughs deeply at his dopey look.

“Oh,” he lowly mumbles. “The beach. There’s another bonfire tonight.”

Y/N didn’t mask his annoyance. He loathed the parties on the beach that Chad throws. He fucking hated that guy. And he especially hated whenever Jim would take every single drug handed down to him, regardless of the side effects. It hurts to see him so dopey and out of his mind. It usually leads to Jim being aggressive or emotional. A combination of both is a nightmare. But Y/N makes sure that he’s always nearby in case things go downhill.

Y/N sits beside Jim on the log as he nurses down his second beer. It’s been hours since they got to the beach and the sun was already setting. He doesn’t feel a buzz just yet. Jim always teases him about how manly he is because he can handle his alcohol. Y/N would always roll his eyes and turn away to hide his blush.

Tonight however, Jim seemed closer than usual. Always wanting to sit next to him, take a sip of his half empty beer, or even share his joint. Y/N doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves when Jim gives him any type of attention. It makes him feel special, even though Jim might be too high to know what he’s doing.

“You okay?” Y/N asks him close to his ear.

The waves were crashing against the shore and everyone was laughing too loud and talking too much. Jim hums and stares at the fire with expanded pupils.

“Yo, Y/N,” Chad suddenly says.

Y/N breaks his stare from Jim’s side profile and looks at Chad from across the fire. The douchebag has a cocky smirk on his dumb face as he knocks back a few sips of his beer. Y/N doesn’t say anything and waits for him to say something. His face is void of any emotion. Everyone seems to quiet down as they feel tension between both men.

“I don’t think we entirely know who you are. I’d like to know a little more about Jimmy’s dear friend,” Chad announces with a wide smile. “What made you wanna come down here?”

Y/N exhales sharply in the form of a chuckle.

“My dad got a job,” he kept his answer short.

“Really?” Chad questions and tilts his head as he stares at Y/N. “I was just wondering cause I heard some pretty interesting things from some people.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold as he stares at Chad. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. Of course, out of all the people in the fucking world, Chad would be the one to know. He already has a feeling on what the things that were said might be.

“And what was that, Chad,” he spits out his name.

Everyone is dead silent, except for the fire that’s crackling between them. Chad smirks mischievously and stares at Jim for a moment before looking back at Y/N.

“Y/N’s father and mine work together. And his dad said some things on why they had to move down here,” Chad says.

“What, did he fuck some girl or some shit?” One of the other guys drunkenly cackled as he sent Y/N an amused look.

“Not entirely,” Chad says.

“Shut up,” Y/N all but growls.

This seems to break Jim out of his drunken high. From the way Y/N sounds and his body’s tense like a dog that’s about to attack.

“What’s going on?” Jim asks.

“Turns out Y/N is a little fag,” Chad announces.

“That’s enough!” Y/N barks and stands up.

Almost immediately, everyone starts laughing as they stare at him. His face flushes with embarrassment as his heart drops to his stomach. When he looks at Chad, all he can see is red. He can’t stop himself. All he remembers is tackling Chad into the sand and plummeting his face with his fists. He can feel his skin breaking as bone smashes against bone. It had to take three guys, including Jim, to pull him off.

“Get off me!” Y/N yells and wipes his nose from when Chad decked him.

“Get the fuck out of here, fucking faggot!” One of the guys harshly shoves him.

“Guys, calm down for a second,” Jim tries to say as he holds Y/N back by his arms.

“Faggot!” The guys yell toward Y/N as the girls laugh.

Y/N wipes his nose and begins to walk away from all the laughter and harsh words thrown at him. He’s far enough to let out his unshed tears. He runs his hand throws his hair, tugging and scratching as he holds in his cries. He leans against the passenger door of his car to avoid being seen from the others.

“Fuck,” he sobs into his hands.

“Y/N,” he hears a few feet away.

Y/N wipes away his tears and sniffles as he stands straighter and looks down at his bruised knuckles and broken skin. He shakes his head to himself and licks the tears from his lips.

“I’m, uh, gonna go. I got a big day tomorrow,” Y/N tells him quietly. “You should get a ride from the others.”

“Don’t do this,” Jim pleads quietly as he takes a few small steps closer, but still keeping some distance.

“Don’t do what?” Y/N bitterly laughs as he feels a new wave of tears wash over. “You heard them, Jim. I’m a fucking faggot.” His voice wavers.

Jim stays silent as he stares at his broken friend. The only friend he can consider being close to. The only friend that accepted him. The only friend that loves him.

“You think I care about any of that?” Jim asks him softly as he stands in front of him now. “I don’t give a shit if you like guys, Y/N. I care about you. You’re my only friend.”

“What about those douchebags?” Y/N mutters.

“They give me drugs and shit, but they’re not close to being on your level,” he tells him and takes a finally forward until the tips of their shoes are touching.

“It’s always been like this,” Y/N whispers and wipes his tears. “I was never…accepted by anyone. My fucking father is ashamed in having a kid like me. No matter what I do, nothing’s ever enough for him because of one fucking difference.”

Jim wraps his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and pulls him in. He buries his face in the crook of his neck and inhales his scent as he cries against his shoulder. Jim grabs the back of his neck and pulls away for a brief moment to place his lips on Y/N’s. They’re both holding their breath. Y/N sighs softly and gently grabs Jim’s hips to pull him closer to his body.

Their lips collided with such movement that it makes Jim feel like he’s on the best drug there is. He’s dizzy and his lips are buzzing, body humming and mind swimming. Y/N lets out a quiet moan as they both pull away. They’re both quiet as Jim rests his forehead against Y/N’s. They laugh quietly.

“I got the munchies,” Jim suddenly mumbles, his lips brushing against Y/N’s lightly, breath spewing over them.

Y/N laughs quietly and pecks his lips as he grips Jim’s hips tighter.

“Just stay like this with me for a little,” Y/N whispers.

“Okay,” Jim whispers.

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toutallyahoe · 3 years

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drabble dump pt4

requested by: –

pairing(s): various x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut

a/n: im tired atm

"happiness" — jim moriarty (sherlock)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snap

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

"regrets" — crowley (good omens)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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littledemondani · 5 years

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OMG please male reader x xavier I need it SMUT ALL THE WAY

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Male!Reader

Warnings: smoking weed, handjob (both receiving), s m u t, cum eating

Word Count: 899

A/N: I’m writing this as headcanons because it’s just easier for me that way. I really like this concept, but I’ve never written any male x male smut before, so bear with meh. (I also hope this is what you wanted bb!)

You had met Xavier one evening at an aerobics class. right away you guys hit it off and you joined his crew of friends.

Out of everyone in the group you were much closer to Xavier than the others, practically attached at the hip.

He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. You both just clicked and got each other. He was your best friend.

This is why when he asked you to join him at camp redwood you said yes with no hesitation.

Once you arrived at the camp you were given a tour by Margaret, the Jesus freak owner, and given the no sex speech. (Like that’s gonna happen - sex won).

After getting all of your bags situated in the cabin you and the others head down near the lake to sit around the campfire and tell stories.

Rita started talking about the massacre that occurred there 14 years ago when Mr. Jingles slaughtered everyone at the camp.

You stood up from your seat on a log and walked back towards the cabin, not being able to stand listening to the details of what happened.

You were almost to the cabin when you heard Xavier calling your name. Asking if you wanted to go sit with him in the Vanta-C and smoke, which you did of course.

Smoking with Xavier was one of your favorite things to do. You guys would sit in the back of his van and talk for what felt like hours about anything and everything.

Only this time was different, something in the atmosphere was different. You weren’t sure if it was because you were high, but you could’ve sworn Xavier was looking at you. The same look he had given countless women during your time of knowing him.

You didn’t want to admit to yourself at first, but you had developed a small crush on Xavier. One that you tried and tried to bury, but would always come back up once he did something even remotely Xavier-like (he’s just too fucking cute, okay).

You noticed him moving to sit closer to you, inching his way right next to your side. You passed him the joint as you tried to make o’s with the smoke, only managing to get two perfect ones.

Xavier laughed and took a big hit, tapping your shoulder and doing a ‘come here’ motion. You turned to him and he placed his hand behind your head and slowly brought you close to him, lips touching as he shotgunned the smoke into your mouth.

You inhaled as much of it as you could when he closed his lips onto yours. The kiss, soft and barely-there..experimental. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, your eyes fluttering open to see Xavier with a lazy smile on his face, bringing you back in for another kiss.

Next thing you know, Xavier has his large hand wrapped around your cock, pumping you lazily. His lips are grazing your ear, the sensation causing chills to erupt on your skin. He whispered how good you were being for him, how big your cock is and how perfect it is.

You snaked your hand from his thigh to his clothed cock, turning your head slightly to look at him, asking a silent question. “Go ahead, baby boy.”

You whimper at the pet name as you take out Xavier's cock, mouth-watering when you finally set eyes on it. Thick, heavy, perfect veins, flushed red and hard.

You both sit there jerking each other off, moaning into each other’s mouths and kissing messily every now and then.

After a while, Xavier needs to be buried inside of you, needs to feel your warmth. He preps you first, before lubing up his cock and slowly pressing into you. He asks if you’re okay, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back as he threads his cock deeper into you until he bottoms out.

You feel so incredibly full, the sting of his cock stretching you only adding to the pleasure you feel. He lets you adjust for a moment, before pulling out slightly and thrusting back into you, picking up a steady rhythm.

He praises you, tells you you’re taking him so well, how good you feel. He wraps his arm around your waist, grabbing your cock and pumping you once more. “Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum all over my hand like a good boy?”

It doesn’t take much after that for you to unravel, hot streams of cum spilling onto Xavier's hand and dripping onto the seat underneath you. The sight of you experiencing your orgasm sends Xavier over the edge, cumming deep inside your ass.

He stays inside of you for a moment as he catches his breath, pressing soft kisses down your spine before finally pulling out.

You collapse onto the seat, your own breath coming in heavy pants. You look over at him and find him smiling at you as he brings his hand that’s covered in your cum to his mouth, licking it off.

You both sit there naked and utterly fucked out, passing another joint between the two of you in comfortable silence.

After a while, Xavier turns to look at you, bringing his hand to settle on your thigh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, baby boy.”

#xavier plympton #xavier plympton x male!reader #xavier plympton x reader #ahs 1984 #ahs: 1984 #cody fern #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #jim mason #jim mason x reader #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader

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langdons-little-witch-bitch · 5 years

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Skinny dipping

(edit made by me)

Summary: Y/N and Xavier unwind together after a hard day of work (well for Y/N at least) at Camp Redwood.

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon who wanted a Xavier x male!reader fic. Sorry it took me so long! But hey what better day to post than today 😉

This is my first time writing male x male, I hope it’s ok and you’ll enjoy it 😊

(English is not my first language)

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x male!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smutty (no actual sex tho), male x male, drug use, skinny dipping, handjobs, public smut

Word count: 1133

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Y/N was on his way to the lake as the sun began to set. A towel thrown over his shoulder, wearing his skimpy, tight trunks that left little for the imagination.

It has been an exhausting day. He had to take care of the youngest campers today and let’s just say they’ve been quiet a handful. He was completely worn out and just wanted to swim a few rounds to clear his head and relax before heading for bed.

Just when he took a turn around the corner of one of the cabins, he ran into a broad chest, covered in a teal shirt. Xavier.

“Hey man, I’ve been looking for you. Where are you headed?”, he asked in a joyful tone.

“Oh just going for a swim and then to bed. Been kind of a rough day.”

“Mind if I join you? I’ve got something here", he patted the pocket of his jacket, “that can help you relax.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“I don’t know.” Y/N was hesitant. Since day one Xavier has brought them into trouble, but still he couldn’t seem to stay away from the blonde. Xavier was just too intriguing. Always carrying a mischievous glimmer in his blue eyes, a smug grin adorning his mouth and a joke on his lips.

“Come on,” Xavier whined, “let’s have some fun. We didn’t get to hang out much lately. I miss my buddy.” The way he emphasized the word buddy made Y/N’s stomach tingle.

He and Xavier were more than pals, sort of. He was always very flirty and touchy with Y/N. First he thought that was just his nature. He was always flirting, sending winks and dazzling smiles at almost everyone’s directions. But it was different with Y/N. The blonde always seemed to seek his proximity and they spend a lot of time together after their duties as counselors. Y/N was not naïve enough to believe that Xavier wanted something serious though. It was probably just a summer fling to him, but nevertheless Y/N enjoyed the attention and affection he received.

Xavier had led him to the shore of the lake, a bit offside.

“Ok what do you have in store for me now?”, Y/N asked.

Xavier just flashed him that infamous smirk that signaled he was up to no good. He took a little glance around to check that no one would see them, before he pulled a joint out of his inside pocket.

“Are you crazy? We’re gonna get kicked out if they catch us”, Y/N panicked.

“Then we just have to make sure that we don’t get caught”, Xavier shrugged his shoulders nonchalant. “I thought you wanted to relax, this will definitely help you.”

“You know what else would help? A good night of sleep.”

Despite his concerns he let himself got roped by Xavier. Charming fucker. Always getting his way, Y/N thought, rolling his eyes.

The two young men sat down in the grass on Y/N’ s towel and Xavier pulled out a lighter to lit the joint. He took a long drag from it, letting the smoke linger inside his mouth a bit before exhaling with a long sigh. He passed it to Y/N while asking about his day.

“It was terrible”, he groaned, “I had the kids today.”

Xavier let out a gloating laugh, earning him a playful smack to the chest.

“Sorry, I’m just glad it wasn’t my turn. These little hellions can be so annoying.”

They laughed while passing the joint. Y/N laid down on his back, feeling the impact of the weed, making him a bit dizzy. Xavier soon followed him, laying close to the boys body. He could feel the warmth radiate of the taller body next to him, his skin immediately starting to heat up too.

For a while they just lay there together, watching the dark glowing orange and reddish colors switch into a pitch black, while they kept taking drags from the joint alternately. Their conversation turning into silly nonsense thanks to the weed clouding their minds.

“Hey didn’t you wanted to take a swim? We should definitely take a swim”, Xavier suddenly announced excited. The light of the nearby lanterns illuminating his beautiful features in soft, golden light, making his face glow.

He stood up and shrugged his lavender jacket off before starting to take his shirt off.

“Come on. Get your lazy ass up”, he demanded.

Y/N couldn’t bring himself to get up yet, sleepy from the day and the weed.

“Hmmm I rather lay here and enjoy the show”, he winked at him.

Xavier smirked arrogantly, well aware of his good looks and its affect on others. He proceeded peeling the fabric off his firm chest, slowly, teasingly. Y/N’s eyes followed his every move, watching the muscles in Xavier’s bicep flex as he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. The blonde fumbled with the button of his slacks before letting them glide down his sturdy legs.

Y/N started to feel even hotter, his mind hazy. His mouth started to go dry and he licked his lips as he let his eyes wander over the muscular thighs of the handsome boy in front of him. Damn those jazzercise classes really have paid of, he thought.

He could fell himself begin to harden as he raked his eyes over Xavier’s half naked form, especially when his gaze landed on the prominent bulge in his tiny briefs. As the blonde started to take these off too, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

“Fuck man”, he breathed out as he ogled at the magnificent sight presented to him.

“Like what you see?”, Xavier teased with that cocky grin that never seemed to leave his lips.

Befuddled by lust Y/N just nodded before standing up.

“Come let’s go in the water”, Xavier walked up to Y/N, his hands dipping into the waistband of his swim wear, “but without these. Its only fair.” He puckered his lips in a fake pout, before pulling the fabric down Y/N’s legs, leaving them both bare.

Xavier took him by the hand, leading him to the lake before starting to sprint, letting go to dive into the seemingly black water. He turned on his back to swim backwards, looking at Y/N.

“Come in, the water is really refreshing.”

Y/N quickly jumped in, catching up to Xavier, who he could barely made out in the dark. Now that the lanterns were a fair way off, the only source of light was the bright full moon shining above them.

They swam for a while, fooling around, laughing, splashing each other with water, until Xavier led Y/N closer to the shore where they could stand in the water.

Water droplets dripped down their chests, looking like little crystals in the moonlight. Without saying anything Xavier stepped closer to Y/N, his large hands gripping the boys face before locking their lips. Y/N immediately responded to the kiss. Xavier’s soft, plump lips caressed his softly, before deepening the kiss. He coaxed the boy’s lips open with his, letting his warm tongue slide in. Their tongues exploring each others mouth, feeling, tasting. Meanwhile Xavier let his hands wander. From Y/N’s neck, down his back to his butt where he gripped the cheeks firmly, pulling him in, their crotches meeting. Y/N gasped into the kiss as he met the now rock hard length of Xavier, grinding himself slightly against him.

They broke the kiss to suck in some fresh air. Eyes dilated in lust. Y/N started to glide his hands down Xavier’s chest slowly, while he held on his waist tightly. He circled the blondes nibbles with his thumbs which elicited a faint moan from him. He continued downwards, tracing the gentle outlines on his stomach, before finally settling at his shaft. He gripped the base firmly and started pumping him at a steady pace. Xavier moaned loudly as Y/N circled the tip of his length with his thumb. He kept circling the head, before gently running his digit over the slit. Even underwater he could feel him leaking pre cum.

“Fuck”, Xavier panted, “feels so good man. Keep going.”

Y/N gladly obeyed, going back to stroking him at a faster pace now. In the meantime Xavier started to grip at Y/N’s length, wanting to make him feel good too. They both stroked each other rapidly, desperate for release. Their free hands touching and groping each others flesh while their moans and groans filled the nightly air. Xavier pulled Y/N by his length gently, but firmly, to get him even closer, bringing him into a sloppy, hungry kiss.

“God, Xavier I’m so close”, Y/N moaned, bucking his hips upwards.

“Me too. Fuck”, he hissed as Y/N squeezed him while going even faster now.

Soon they both came loudly and unbridled, not caring if someone might hear. The surrounding water washed the sticky strings of cum off their hands.

“Maybe we shouldn’t let the campers swim here anymore”, Y/N slightly cringed, making Xavier laugh.

“And you wanna explain them why?”, he aske amused.

“Oh god no.”

“Now wasn’t that better than what you originally planned?”, Xavier asked, changing the topic.

“Much better.”

They both stepped out of the water, drying themselves off with Y/N’s towel and getting closed again. Whereas Y/N didn’t had much to put on anyway and Xavier didn’t bothered to put his shirt and jacket back on.

They walked back to their cabins together.

“We definitely have to repeat that soon”, Xavier winked at Y/N before wishing him a good night and heading into the opposite direction to his sleeping place.

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ritualmichael · 5 years

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Alone Time - Hawthorne!Michael x Male Reader

back at it again with another hawthorne fic (psst, read High For This if you havent). italicized = flashback. lmk what you think!

warnings: mentions of student/teacher relationships, male receiving blowjob

word count: 3.9k-ish

(if you know whose gif this is, pls lmk!)

There was no such thing as peace and quiet at Hawthorne. With that many boys milling around the hallways and classrooms at all times of the day, it was hard to find a space where one could actually be on their own - especially when Michael Langdon was your roommate.

It had only been about fifteen minutes and Y/N was finally starting to relax and unwind from his long day, sinking further into his mattress with his back leaning against the wall, an old occult book in his lap. There wasn’t much else for him to do around Hawthorne, but he didn’t mind - he had actually gotten through a few shelves of books from the library by now. The leather covers and pages crisp from age were the best company he could find.

It wasn’t long before the door was pushed open and the sounds of the school poured into the still and quiet room briefly until it latched again, Michael closing it behind him. His roommate didn’t even look up from his book, hoping he could just ignore his new guest - which he was able to call him because Michael spent less time in his own bed than he did other’s, leaving his roommate by himself most nights. It seemed like tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights.

“What are you studying?” Michael asked without actually greeting him, sitting down on the bed next to the boy and lifting up one of the sides of the book, craning his neck to be able to make out the title which made his roommate lose his place with a huff. Michael knew a lot of things about being a good warlock, but he definitely didn’t know much about personal space.

“Not studying, just trying to enjoy my alone time.” No matter how many hints he dropped, Michael never chose to pick up on them. “Why weren’t you in class earlier?”

The moment he finally looked up at Michael, his questions were answered. Dangling from his mouth was the white stick of a lollipop, his full lips red and tacky from the sweet candy. The first few buttons of his uniform shirt were opened, revealing a glimpse of his chest and collarbones. Y/N had to stop himself from staring at his soft skin and imaging the warmth of it beneath his lips again.

“I was in John’s office,” Michael said with a devious smirk, calling the man by his first name instead of John Henry Moore or, simply, Moore like the other students. “I was getting some extra help.”

He watched as Michael twisted the stick around in his fingers, his cheeks slightly hollowing as he sucked on candy. John Henry had a bowl of candy at the corner of his desk that no one ever touched, too nervous from being called into his office from what most assumed was to be chastised. Y/N figured it was just there to make his dark and bleak office seem more inviting.

Michael, on the other hand, spent a lot of time in the man’s office. Everyone already noticed, but walking through the halls with the lollipop dangling from his mouth, he was curing everyone’s curiousity. The undone buttons that gave the professor (and everyone else) a glimpse of what he was missing was a bit of a sign too. Michael Langdon lacked any kind of subtlety.

“Like you need extra help,” Y/N scoffed under his breath, looking back down at his book, aimlessly flipping through the pages. He couldn’t focus on any of the words, his senses already flooded with all things Michael.

“Just in a few ways,” Michael shrugged, leaning back and noisily pulling the lollipop from his mouth. He was so close that his roommate could smell the sugary treat on his breath.

“Right.” Y/N decided not to press any further, not being too keen on hearing the details about how Michael seduced the poor, lonely professors around Hawthorne. It was sickeningly easy for him and had become a hobby.

“Besides, he wasn’t much fun today.” There was a bit of a whine in Michael’s voice as he scooted closer, closing what little of a gap there was between them in the first place.

“So you decided to come here because?” Y/N said, his eyes drifting away from the pages of his book to Michael’s thigh that was now pressing against his own, trying his best not to squirm.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Was I interrupting something?” Michael retorted, cocking his head to the side and looking very unconvinced that Y/N could be doing anything better at the moment.

“No, I just-” he started to say but was quickly cut off when Michael grabbed the book that sat in his lap and dropped it to the floor, too quickly for Y/N to stop him.

“Exactly.” Michael sat back, slipping the lollipop back into his mouth. “What were you trying to do with that book anyway? Learn how to summon a boyfriend?”

Y/N rolled his eyes at Michael’s weak jab. “If that was the case, I could just ask you since you do it so well.” It was true, he couldn’t believe the amount of boys at that school followed Michael around like puppies who hadn’t been fed for days.

Michael chuckled under his breath, “I don’t need magic for a boy to get in my bed. They just… come.” He tilted his head, a smirk pulling on his lips.

Y/N watched the way that word just rolled off his tongue, causing his stomach to tighten and his breath to get caught in his throat. It was so filthy and familiar.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Michael groaned and rutted up into Y/N’s hand, his head thrown back onto his roommates pillow.

Both of their bodies were sticky with sweat, Michael’s pants tugged just far enough down his thighs for Y/N to be able to pull his painfully hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

Their lips were swollen and spit-slick from messy, eager kisses. They were both drunk on their hunger for each other - desperate to just be close to someone, anyone, and to feel their body pressed against them, heaving for breath when it was stolen from each other’s lungs during sloppy kisses.

Y/N worked Michael’s cock skillfully (much to the blonde’s surprise, he didn’t realize his roommate was so experienced) until he was cumming all over his stomach and Y/N’s hand, his uniform shirt already unbuttoned and open to reveal his smooth skin.

Y/N couldn’t get the image out of his head for days of Michael laying in his bed, chest rising and falling with quick breaths, his wavy hair out of place and stuck to his forehead, eyes closed as if he was saying a prayer. “You’re full of surprises, roomie,” he remembers Michael saying, the same smirk on his face like the one now.

He didn’t realize how caught up he had gotten in his own thoughts, his eyes on Michael’s lips and the way he slowly pulled the dwindling lollipop from his mouth. Truthfully, he missed how Michael tasted and knew he’d be even sweeter now with the sugar on his lips.

“Open,” Michael whispered, their bodies close enough for Y/N to hear him clearly.

He did as he was told, wetting his lips with his tongue before parting them. Michael brought the pink candy to Y/N’s mouth, his blue eyes following as he slowly dragged it along his bottom lip, the tip of his tongue getting a taste as his mouth watered.

Cherry.

Michael eased the candy into the other boys mouth, amused at how eager he was to close his lips around it. Y/N ran his tongue over it, his mouth filling with the sticky, sweet flavor and he took the stick of the lollipop in his fingers, making it easier to suck on it.

“Still so easy, roomie,” Michael said teasingly, his voice low and calm.

Y/N rolled his eyes, trying to come off more frustrated than he actually was. Michael had power over him and no matter how hard he tried, he always failed to resist him. He knew that the only reason Michael was in their room right now is because he didn’t have someone else falling to their knees for him and Y/N was an easy target. Michael could give him one look or touch him in the slightest way and he’d be hypnotized, his whole body like putty in the blonde’s hands. He despised himself for being like that.

Michael quickly moved onto Y/N’s lap, his legs on either side of him and his hands going to the boy’s shoulders to steady himself. Raking one hand through his roommate’s hair, he used the other to gently tap on his chin and watched proudly as the boy opened his mouth on command, letting Michael gently pull the lollipop from between his lips. There was barely any candy left, but Michael slipped what remained into his own mouth again, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s flustered face. He hadn’t really gave the boy a good look until now. He liked the way he tried to avert his eyes and how he didn’t know where to put his hands.

“I’m glad I have someone like you to play with,” Michael said, his fingers still combing through the boy’s locks and he gently tugged his head back slightly, watching the way his jaw clenched beneath the skin.

“Only when you’re bored,” Y/N retorted, a little frustration slipping into his tone. He couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed with himself for feeling overwhelmed by Michael’s touch or the fact that Michael just saw him as a sort of play-thing - one of many, that is. He didn’t want to just be a number.

“If you want my company, all you have to do is ask.” Michael ran his free hand up Y/N’s chest, reaching his neck where his fingers traced over his throat, feeling as he thickly swallowed. “I can think of a lot of things that you could be doing besides sitting alone and reading old books.”

“You’re always busy with someone else.” Y/N silently cursed at himself for sounding jealous.

“Yes, but you’re more fun,” Michael hummed, tilting his head and easing the stick of the lollipop out of his mouth, the rest of the candy already dissolved on his tongue. He threw it toward the small trash can beside his roommate’s desk, barely giving it a glance to see if he made it in. “You try to resist me.” Leaning in, Michael nudged his nose against the boy’s jaw, watching the way goosebumps littered his skin when he felt his warm breath on him as he spoke. “And fail,” Michael murmed, nipping at his skin right below his ear (the spot that he knew drove anyone crazy) and Y/N let out a soft gasp, proving Michael’s point even more.

Michael chuckled softly at the boy’s sound, pulling away just enough so that he could watch the way he blushed and how his mouth hung open with eager breaths. Their eyes met and it was as if someone struck a match, fire roaring in both of them as they both lunged forward, crashing their lips into each others’ in a hungry kiss. Y/N melted into Michael, his hands finally finding a spot on his hips and digging his fingers into his uniform shirt as the blonde pulled himself even closer, their chests pressed to each other and Michael’s fingers getting lost in the boy’s hair.

He tasted like cherry. Y/N figured his own lips probably did too.

The kiss didn’t last long. It was intense, teeth clumsily knocking and tugging at lips, but it was brief. Michael was the one to pull away, chest already rising and falling quickly as he reached for the hem of the boy’s shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it to the floor. Y/N leaned in again, eagerly trying to catch Michael’s lips in another kiss but he ducked away before he could, making him let out a groan.

“Somebody missed me,” Michael teased as his fingers expertly unbuttoned his uniform, revealing more and more of his skin - skin that Y/N wanted to get his mouth on and cover with marks and bites if Michael would let him.

“Just hurry up,” Y/N huffed, pushing Michael’s shirt off of his shoulders and leaning in, grazing his lips against his neck where there were fading marks left by previous lovers, once hidden by the pristine collar of his shirt. He nipped at one of the spots, almost healed and yellowed beneath the skin, listening to the soft hum that rose from Michael’s chest and vibrated against his own.

Michael loved watching the shift in Y/N. He’d go from being resistant and snarky to desperate and eager, wanting to be as close to Michael as he could instead of far away and ignoring his presence. There was still a bit of snappiness to him but he liked it. He didn’t just completely throw himself at Michael any chance he got, he made him work for it.

Completely tugging off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, Michael grabbed Y/N by his chin, pulling him away from his neck and back into a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into the boy’s mouth without much resistance. It had been so long since they last kissed and it showed. Teeth were nipping at lips fervently, tongues tasting the left over sweetness from the treat they both shared, hands gripping and scratching bare skin.

Y/N wouldn’t admit it outloud, but while Michael was out exploring all the tastes that Hawthorne had to offer, all he ever tried was Michael. It wasn’t on purpose, but after their first time together like this, he knew that no one else would touch him the way Michael did and he didn’t want to test it out. He was satisfied with the random nights they spent together. He could focus on his studies without being majorly distracted by Michael’s plump lips and smooth skin every night.

But during times like these, Y/N threw any thoughts that didn’t pertain to Michael right out the window. His head was spinning and all he could think about was the boy who was on top of him and pushing him onto his back, trailing sloppy kisses over his jaw and down his neck. His roommate that he had once despised because he was messy and arrogant, who now had a thigh slotted between his own and was eliciting sounds from Y/N that no one else in the world had the chance to hear before. Everything revolved around Michael Langdon.

Y/N glanced down at the mop of blonde hair that was now out of place from his fingers combing through it, trying to catch his breath as Michael kissed down his chest. Every spot where he pressed his lips lit up with warmth, sending shocks to his spine and making him eagerly arch up into Michael’s kisses.

“I was selfish last time,” Michael mumbled against his skin, glancing up at him with those piercing blue eyes that were like no other. “I’m returning the favor.”

His words went straight to the other boy’s cock, a warm blush coating his face and he dropped his head back against his pillows with a soft “fuck”. The memory of Y/N’s hand wrapped around Michael’s length, getting him off with just his touch and a few soft whispers, came flooding back to his mind for the second time that night. Sure, Michael had made him cum before, but it was only ever through layers of clothes, rushed and overeager. He wasn’t expecting Michael to be so determined to make it up to him.

“You don’t have to,” Y/N breathed out, lifting his head and watching as Michael chuckled softly. God, he really wanted to kiss him again.

“You don’t mean that,” he said, running a finger along the prominent bulge in Y/N’s sweatpants, causing him to suck in a sharp breath at the touch.

Of course he meant it but he also wasn’t going to stop Michael from going further. Never had he truly touched him and he would be lying if he said he didn’t think about the blonde’s hands and wet mouth on him sometimes late at night, in the privacy of his own bed without any company.

Michael leaned down, planting wet kisses along the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants before slipping his fingers into them, pulling them down the other boy’s legs. He let them join the other discarded clothes on the floor, quickly moving between his legs again and mouthing at his roommate’s thighs, giving him gentle bites and nips, just to watch the way he would desperately spread them even more.

“I thought you were more of a receiver than a giver,” Y/N breathed out, one arm bent and resting beneath his head as he watched Michael’s mouth worked against his skin.

The blonde chuckled, his warm breath fanning over the other boy’s skin and sending chills throughout his body. “What would be the fun in that?” He looked up at him as he spoke, his hands running along his thighs and feeling the muscles tense beneath his skin.

Y/N didn’t have an answer for him, mostly because he had hardly been on the receiving end of pleasure and because Michael had began to tug his boxers down his thighs, his cock hard, flushed and sensitive to the cool air.

“Fuck, roomie. Why have you been hiding this from me?” Michael mumbled at the sight of the boy’s cock, a groan coming from his throat as he wrapped his hand around his length, precum already slugging out from his sensitive tip and onto Michael’s knuckles.

Too distracted by the foreign feeling of someone else’s touch, Y/N couldn’t bring himself to reply but instead bit down hard on his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noises. His eyes fluttered closed as Michael started to pump his hand, missing the sight of him spitting into his fist to lubricate his movements.

It only took a few moments for the boy’s breathing to pick up and whimpers to draw themselves from his chest at Michael’s skillful movements of his hand. What Y/N didn’t expect was the wet warmth that suddenly enveloped the leaking head of his cock, glancing down to see Michael’s lips wrapped around him and his blue eyes looking up at him, half lidded and darker than he had seen them.

Reaching down, he slotted his fingers into Michael’s blonde hair and took hold of his locks between them. He wanted to push him all the way down and feel his length hit the back of his throat, but he was nowhere near brave enough for that.

Instead, Michael took his time. Running his tongue along the underside of the boy’s cock, languidly swirling his tongue around his tip, dragging his plump, slick lips against his skin just to tease. Y/N’s head was spinning - as would anyone’s while watching Michael work his mouth so skillfully.

When Michael finally started to lower his head onto his length, Y/N couldn’t suppress his sounds any longer. Moans spilled from his lips as he felt himself reach the back of Michael’s throat, feeling the way his muscles contracted as he willed himself not to choke (Michael was proud to not have a weak gag reflex).

The boy’s grip on Michael’s hair tightened as he started to bob his head, the obscene wet sounds and the blonde’s groans almost enough to send Y/N overboard. That familiar feeling started to seep throughout his body - warmth, electricity, euphoria.

“Why the fuck are you so good at this?” He groaned, throwing his head back and resisting the urge to buck his hips up into Michael’s mouth at the pace he truly wanted.

As if it were his response, Michael bobbed his head a few more times before drawing back and wrapped his lips around the boy’s throbbing head that was threatening to spill at any second. Wrapping his hand around his length again, he quickly pumped it while swirling his tongue - the perfect combination that was enough to draw a long, throaty groan from Y/N, his eyes squeezed shut as he came into his roommates mouth.

Pumping his hand through the boy’s orgasm, Michael swallowed with ease and pulled off of his cock messily, wiping his swollen, cum slick lips with the back of his free hand. He watched as Y/N started to come back, his jaw unhinged and his breathing still heavy.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N breathed out, squirming at Michael’s touch as he started to become sensitive. Laying there, his eyes exhaustedly shut and trying to catch his breath, he felt the weight shift on his bed and lost the feeling of Michael’s touch.

Opening his eyes, he watched as Michael stood beside his roommates bed and started to unbutton his uniform pants which he had yet to take off.

“Give me a minute, I don’t think I can-“ Y/N started to say tiredly as he pulled his blanket over his bare body but was quickly cut off.

“What?” Michael chuckled. “So you get to be the only one who is comfortable? These pants are terrible,” he said as he pushed them down his legs and let them pool on the floor. Y/N quickly realized that Michael didn’t have anymore provocative intentions and he let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure if he could handle another orgasm that intense.

“Move over,” Michael said, pulling back the blanket of the twin sized bed as he climbed in next to the other boy. Reaching down beside the bed, he grabbed the book that he had taken from Y/N earlier and held it out to him.

“Here. Teach me something I don’t already know,” he said amusingly, receiving a playful eye roll from his roommate as he took the old book from him.

Y/N was anything other than annoyed though. Never had Michael stayed in his bed after their moments together like this and it made his cheeks and neck flood with a warm blush. There was hardly room on the small mattress for both of them, but he wasn’t complaining about being this close.

Letting the book fall onto the blankets, Y/N reached over for Michael instead. Resting his hand on his cheek, he leaned in and connected their lips before he could think twice about it. If there was ever a moment to go with his gut feeling, he knew that now was probably it. He didn’t know the next time he’d have the opportunity.

Michael reciprocated, kissing him back but this time it was more gentle, no need to rush or be forceful with each other. Michael pulled Y/N closer, his bare body flush against Michael’s, and they stayed like that for what could’ve been a few minutes or an hour. They weren’t keeping up, just getting lost in the gentle feeling of each other’s lips and tongues.

Pulling away slightly and nudging his nose against the boy’s, Michael mumbled, “What was that for?”

“I’m returning the favor,” Y/N said quietly, quoting Michael from earlier and receiving one of his famous, devilish smiles. The next moment they were back to kissing, hands exploring each other and legs tangled up with each other’s beneath the blankets, wanting to stay like that for the rest of the night.

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michael-langdon-appreciation · 5 years

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Fic Schedule

Thought it would be nice to let you all know what’s up and coming, along with a little summary to hype you all up! 😊

Breakdown - Hawthorne!Michael x Male!Reader (Request featuring sub!Michael)

The pressure of becoming the next Supreme along with Michael’s hidden agenda becomes too much resulting in a breakdown. Lost and outcast among his peers, Michael is forced to turn to the reader, the last person he would ever go to for help.

There Are Harder Addictions to Shake - Jim Mason x fem!Reader (Request featuring dark!Jim)

You’ve just made your relationship with Jim official, however it isn’t long before Jim starts to smother you, fixating on your relationship to cope with the damage in his life. As Jim grows obsessive what will you be forced to do?

Interrogation - Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader (Request)*

It’s strictly no-strings attached, just how Duncan likes it. I mean, he does right? It doesn’t matter that he’s started having you round more often, started remembering how you like your eggs, poached with the yolk nice and runny. Yes, it’s completely normal to invite his fuck buddy to the family dinner.

Apocalypse After Part 5 - Michael Langdon x fem!Reader continued series

Three months have passed and Michael has only become more attached to the reader. It’s time to re-visit the Murder House and see if Michael has met Vivian’s expectations, but Constance Langdon is back and she’s not about to let Michael get away from death a second time.

She Breathes Men Like Air - The Foursome! (Michael x Jim x Duncan x Reader)*

The Foursome love to try new things together, this time they’ve agreed to let you be in charge of all three of them. Will Michael, Duncan and Jim be able to handle you taking the lead or will old instincts kick in?

J is for Who? Part 2 - Jim Mason x fem!Reader (Request)*

I can’t lie, I’m still aching from my ride with Jim a couple nights ago. I haven’t seen Jason or Jim since the party, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let Jim get away with how he treated me. I’ve got something up my sleeve and this time I’m going to make sure everyone is watching.

*Fics will definitely contain SMUT and will be 18+

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Kristen’s Friday Fic Recs

Hello, lovelies! Welcome back to another weekly addition of my Friday fic recommendations! Remember that if you are not on this list yet, it does NOT mean that you won’t eventually be! Have a happy weekend, y’all!

Also, you can submit your own recommendations to my inbox as well! :)

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Lost Soul by @ritualmichael

Why I love it :

If you love angst with some fluff and sexy mixed in - this one is for you! The author has a beautifully structured flow, making sure to nail down each plot point, and tug on your heartstrings along the way! This piece is an ongoing story, that highlights the pairing of Duncan Shepherd X Jim Mason X Y/N X Michael Langdon. But the first four chapters focus on how Jim’s bond with Duncan began. The author also has tags for blurbs on the foursome, so you definitely don’t wanna miss this one!

Platinum by @jimmason

Why I love it :

This author is much badass at Jim Mason content! If you need your Jim fix, whether it be soft, angsty, or straight up filthy - here you go! I find myself constantly sucked into this author’s drabbles & what will be posted next! This fic... well, it pretty much is some of the sexiest filthy stuff I have ever read!

Friends Don’t Kiss by @sojournmichael

Why I love it :

In a unique twist, we have the author presenting us with the perspective of a male reader x Jim Mason. But it still packs all the emotional punches you’d expect it to, plus!!!! There is a softness and sensuality that the author brings to this piece, which I adore & I think you will too!

Days of Candy by @celestialrequiem

Why I love it :

When I say I am a sucker for some AU’s - I AM A FUCKING SUCKER X 2000000! We have the perfect dangerous sensual mixture here, complete with a delicious painted timeframe! It’s one you definitely won’t want to miss!

Eden’s Prodigal Son by @infernwetrust

Why I love it :

This story is ongoing, but it has the angst and sexiness that we all crave when we look at Andy. Well... most of us, haha. It’s a journey that the author takes you, so I really don’t recommend you missing the ride on this one!

Okay, babes! See you next Friday! Show these authors some love, check out their tags, blogs, and masterlists! I’ll have five different authors/fics next week, so don’t worry if you’re not here yet! ;)

I will be featuring content from @plymptxn-reborn @fckinsupreme & more next week!

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the night we met | jim mason x reader

WARNINGS: Expect tears, that’s all I’m saying.

A/N: I finished watching 13 Reasons Why recently and this is my way of getting out all those emotions without turning to actual 13RW fics that nobody would read. Thank you to the anon that suggested writing this with Jim, it suits him so well! Italicised lyrics from Lord Huron - The Night We Met.

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Jim Mason left echoes wherever he went.

His unbridled laughter reverberated against the rocks in the bay, his ecstatic cheers bounced from every tiled roof, his beaming smile reflected in the sun rays gleaming on the shore.

Everywhere in Palos Verdes held a piece of him.

Some more painful than others.

———

“You’re the new girl,” a kind voice called above the hubbub of the house party, approaching you in your assumed position of safety in the kitchen. Steering yourself away from the established crowds of friendship groups and awkward first meetings, you anchored yourself beside the mountain of solo cups and the half-empty drinks chiller.

It almost worked. Almost.

I am not the only traveler

“Fascinating observation,” you replied with a disgruntled huff before turning to see the sun-bleached blonde standing behind you, tousled beach curls framing his tanned face. “I concede, I acquiesce to the mundane introduction of awkward teenage boy to equally uncomfortable teenage girl.”

“Way too many big words, babe,” he sighed before swooping beside you to grab a beer from the icy depths of the cooler. “I’m Jim, by the way.”

Who has not repaid his debt

“Nice to meet you, ‘Jim by the way,’” you proffered a sarcastic hand which he happily shook. “I’m ‘the new girl.’”

Jim’s brows furrowed, eyes widening as he slowly processed your wordplay.

“That’s a hell of a sense of humour you got there,” he chuckled nervously, cracking his beer open and taking a deep swig. “What brings you to PV?”

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

You leaned an elbow on the nearest kitchen counter as if settling down for a long drawn-out narrative to explain what brought you to this moment — your new house filled with total strangers, your new kitchen almost entirely destroyed by high school demolition drinking games, preppy kids wading past your cardboard boxes, varsity jacket-clad football players sneaking into your new bedroom and a particularly gorgeous surfer dude trying to chat you up.

This bizarre situation called for brutal honesty.

“My last boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend, I couldn’t face seeing them both every day so—“

Take me back to the night we met

“So you came to PV for a more complicated life?” Jim interjected, his warm smile lighting up the whole room. In an instant, it was as if you and he were the only two at the party. The commotion around you muffled to a dull roar as you gazed awkwardly down at your feet.

“I assume so,” you nodded, taking a gentle sip from your cup while maintaining eye contact with your new friend. “What’s so complicated about PV? Can’t be much worse than I went through in DC.”

And then I can tell myself

“Yeah, you say that,” Jim scratched his neck, his attempt at diverting an uncomfortable truth. “You haven’t met the Bay Boys yet.”

“The Bay Boys? Sounds like a horrendous tribute band,” you sighed through a subtle pout. “You’re not one of them?”

“Hell no,” Jim scoffed with a grin. “I’ve got a life, believe it or not—“

What the hell I'm supposed to do

“Jimmy!” A booming male voice swooped toward you before two big palms landed square on Jim’s shoulders. A stereotypical high school jock had just invited himself into your quiet conversation. “Who’s the hot chick?”

And then I can tell myself

“This is... the new girl,” Jim smiled that same innocent smile that captivated you not moments earlier. “New girl, this is Danny, king of the Bay Boys.”

The heat prickling at your cheeks wasn’t a response to meeting one of the supposedly fabled Bay Boys, nor to his reference to you as ‘the hot chick,’ but to Jim. The guy who sauntered into your life and actually gave you the time of day. The guy who smiled like the first rays of sun across the ocean in the morning.

“Come with me, babe,” Jim snapped you out of your daze, his fingers suddenly entwining with yours and pulling you across the room. “I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Not to ride along with you

———

“Come on, babe,” he pressed as you lay together on the beach, gazing up at the glistening stars in the PV night sky. A sharp elbow jabbing into your ribs indicated his impatience. “You know… you know I’ll look after you, just give me a chance?”

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

“Jim, you’re too drunk,” you sighed, a playful tap landing on his wetsuit-clad chest beside you. “Ask me when you’re sober.”

“I’ll be sober in the morning and you’ll still be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he smiled to himself, scooping an arm under your head and cinching you into his chest. “And the only one that understands me. Definitely the only one that would lay with me and watch the stars like this.”

Take me back to the night we met

“That was shockingly coherent for your state of inebriation, Mason.”

“Fuck me, that was one too many big words,” Jim chuckled heartily. “You’re still avoiding the question, princess. I’m not like your ex, you’ve known that since we first met last year. Why not just see whether we can be happy together?”

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

You sighed wistfully, turning on your side to gaze at the beach-tousled blonde laying beside you, the moonlight bathing his features in an angelic glow.

“It’s just,” you stuttered. “What if we didn’t work out? What if we fought and fell out? I couldn’t lose you, Jim, I’d be a mess without you.”

Oh, take me back to the night we met

“You won’t lose me,” he cooed gently, drawing you in to plant a peck atop your hair. “I love you too much to let you go.”

Slowly pulling away, Jim’s gaze locked with yours. The sparkle in his eyes as the moonlight beamed down on you both, the sweet grin tugging at the corners of his lips, the hopeful hitch in his breath; his words held so much sincerity, so much meaning, that he hung on every syllable that left your tongue in response.

When the night was full of terrors

“Jim, please,” you pleaded reservedly, clenching your eyes shut as if to dismiss all thought of returning his affections. “Don’t say that unless you really mean it.”

He leaned in to hover his lips over yours.

“Baby, I’ve never meant anything more—“

And your eyes were filled with tears

Suddenly, frantic footfalls slipping on the sand approached from behind you, startling you both to attention.

“Mason, get your ass back up here,” called a male voice, no doubt one of the Bay Boys. “The party’s dying without you!”

When you had not touched me yet

Jim stuttered weakly, caught off-guard and unprepared to stand his ground for fear of looking flaky in front of you.

“Uh... yeah, sure,” he shouted back, nervously clearing his throat and weaving his hand from beneath your neck. “I’ll be right there.”

“Jim, wait—“

“Babe, I gotta go,” he insisted, staggering to his feet and helping you up to meet him, cupping your face in both trembling hands. “Look, I’ll tell you when I’m sober, just like you asked right?”

Oh, take me back to the night we met

You couldn’t conceal an eye roll as you nodded contentedly, swallowing hard as he turned to leave. A few paces across the sand, he turned to gaze at you once again.

“I’ll tell you when I’m sober!”

———

Not every echo recalled happy times.

“Jim, I’m worried about you,” you sighed, watching him sweep together another line on the bathroom counter.

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

“Well quit it, okay?” He hissed, a snarl skewing his once radiant smile as he looked at you in the mirror. “You’re not my mom, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“Babe I know I’m not, I’m just trying to hel—“

“You’re not helping anybody! What is it with you, huh? You got a crush on me or something?!”

Take me back to the night we met

His hands balled into fists atop the counter, puffing furiously like a bull about to charge.

“You? I don’t even know who you are anymore, Jim,” you spat furiously through gritted teeth, arms gesticulating in the tense air between you. “You’re so out of your skull all the time, I don’t even recognise you.”

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

“Oh thanks very much, babe,” he mocked your tone, swinging around and pushing past you to leave the bathroom. “It’s nice to know how you felt about me this entire time, and it didn’t even come out with big ridiculous fucking words! That explains why you were so goddamn evasive whenever I tried to make a move on you.”

Racing behind him as he stormed through the bedroom, your vision clouded with hysteria, words you needed to say but couldn’t find, sentences you couldn’t bring yourself to form, phrases that pained you to produce into sounds.

Haunted by the ghost of you

“Jim, you only made a move on me when you were drunk or high on some fucking substance you shoved up your nose with the Bay Boys!”

“Yeah? Well you won’t have to worry about that anymore,” he paused at the front door, hand clasped around the doorknob and turning to face you. His face scrunched into a scowl, his bottom lip trembling frantically. “I’m done here, I’m done with PV and I’m fucking done with you.”

Take me back to the night we met

In a blink of an eye and a slam of the door, he was gone. Hours later, the beach sweeper found his body, face down in the sand where he once lay beside you.

———

Jim died thinking I hated him. He died not knowing I loved him.

I’m leaving Palos Verdes today.

Because Jim Mason left echoes wherever he went.

Some infinitely more painful than others.

#jim mason x reader #the tribes of palos verdes #cody fern fanfiction #jim mason fanfiction #jim mason imagines

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Happy Friday! Welcome to this week’s Fanfiction Friday! Thank you to those who submitted these fantastic works for this week’s Fanfiction Friday. Let’s celebrate these wonderful works that you can all read while in quarantine! Please stay safe!

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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taehyungsgrowl · 5 years

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Friends Don’t Kiss IV - Jim Mason x Male!Reader

A/N: Hey y’all! I just wanted to start by thanking everyone who has kept up with this story. It really means a lot to me on a personal level and I know it’s not my run of mill fluff or smut I write for my self insert fics so to see people still ask me about this story or wanting updates just means a lot to me. I really enjoyed writing this part (when the words started flowing smh) so I hope you enjoy reading it.

I love you all so much!

Summary: Jim and Y/N try to navigate their relationship in the real world

Warnings: angst, verbal abuse, physical assault, homophobia, abusive parent, smut (oral - male receiving // male giving)

Word Count: 3.3 k

“So we’re back to square one then,” Jim huffed, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he looked down at Y/N who was sitting on his bed.

“No, no, no.” he shook his head, afraid Jim wasn’t understanding what he was saying. “I want to be with you.” he reached for Jim’s hand, but the gesture was ignored. Jim’s eyes were hard as searched for the answers he wanted in Y/N’s face.

“Jim.” he spoke his name lowly, “Baby,” he wasn’t exactly sure how it became so natural to call Jim that. It slipped from his lips like silk.

Jim’s stance relaxed slightly. So much had happened last night; Y/N’s taste still fresh on his lips - the words he spoke ranging in his ears. He didn’t even expect to wake up and still find Y/N here.

When he opened his eyes and saw his best friend laying there in his bed, breathing softly in his slumber - Jim started to cry. Gentle sobs rushed through him. He was so close to losing it all, but he stayed.

“Then what are you saying?” Jim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He was always quick to jump the gun.

“I’m saying that I want to be with you, Jim.” he reached for the boys hand, pulling him a little closer. Any space between them felt like too much. “I just need you to know that..” Jim noticed the tears gathering in Y/N’s eyes. Jim sat down on the bed, his anxiety pounding in his chest.

Y/N swallowed hard, attempting to get the words out correctly. “Listen. I thought I almost lost you and I don’t want to go through that again. Okay, got it?” he laid down the foundation for what he was about to say.

“My dad just can’t find out about it. About us.” Jim could hear the sheer fear in Y/N’s voice. The trembling in his tone at the mention of his father. “There’s a lot you don’t know. Or even want to know, but for now, I need it to be between us. Just a little longer. Please,” the final plead sounded like that of a broken boy.

Jim doesn’t know how to answer; too afraid of saying the wrong thing. He grabbed Y/N’s face and smashed his lips to his, nodding fervently into the kiss, “M’kay. It’s okay,” he mumbled over and over in between kisses.

***

For the most part, things between them were good.

Jim opened up about him and Y/N to Medina. It had only been a few days after he’d been released from the hospital (and explored things further with Y/N), when he knew he couldn’t contain it to himself anymore.

And if there were one person in the world that he trusted, it was his twin.

Jim stood at the door of her room, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t know if he could step in or not - he was suddenly too aware of his body. His cheeks felt hot and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

What was he so afraid of, he wondered. Medina was the safest person he knew. Part of him knew it wasn’t a fear of telling Medina. It was the uncertainty of having to say it out loud and making it real.

Saying it out loud made it tangible. Having someone else know about him and Y/N made the possibility for heart break all that more possible.

“What is it, Jim?” Medina asked, closing her laptop to look up at her brother. She had noticed that Jim had been quieter since the hospital. No unexpected benders or sudden outbursts, like he’d have in the past.

Jim took that as the invitation he needed and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

He walked to her wave covered wall - tracing his finger over every sheet of glossy magazine paper she’d stuck on her wall. “Where’s this place?” he asked her pointing to a sandy white beach with crystal clear open waters. He was going to try and drag out the conversation while he could.

“Oaxaca, Mexico.” she had memorized every destination that she intended on traveling to.

“Nice,” he nodded, looking at anything but her.

“Jim?” Medina felt the anxiety in the air, “A-are you high? Because if you are we don’t have to tell mom, but we can get -” she began to ramble on.

“No!” he exclaimed, “No,” he lowered his voice to not draw any unwanted attention from his mother, “I’m not high.”

“What’s wrong then?” Ah, there it is, Jim thought. Medina was never the one to beat around the bush. She faced things head first. Jim preferred to avoid things that made him uncomfortable; probably the reason he had gotten so caught up with substances, but that was another story.

“So,” he nervously coughed into his fist, “Uh, Y/N and I.. we,” he picked up a book from her shelf, carelessly thumbing through the pages; anything for him to fidget with. “We’re kinda, like, together I guess.” his blue eyes glued to the book.

Medina wasn’t sure what she expected to come out of Jim that evening, but it wasn’t that.

There was a palpable pause in the air as she registered what he said.

Jim could feel his palms begin to sweat. Maybe this was a mistake, he began to have his mind race.

“Y/N like your Y/N, Y/N?” she finally broke the silence.

“Yes, like my Y/N.” Jim looked up at her trying to read her expressions.

“What? Since when? And why haven’t you told me!?” Jim noticed the glimmer of excitement in her sisters eyes and allowed himself to relax his shoulders. He finally felt like he could breath. If even just for a little.

“It’s complicated.” he grimaced at the phrase. “You can’t tell anyone, though. Promise?” his eyes bore into hers, trying to get her to understand the gravity of keeping this secret to herself.

“I won’t say a word.” she emphasized, “But you. You’ve got a lot to tell me, it sounds like,” she took his hand and pulled him down on the bed.

Jim plopped down besides her and began telling his sister everything.

***

Of course, every rose has its thorns.

Y/N had been avoiding his father as much as he could. His father wasn’t a warm man by any means, which only made things easier to hide from him.

For the most part.

Y/N laid on his bed staring up at the popcorn ceiling. A haze of thick smoke left his parted lips as he exhaled.

Quiet. He held in a breath as he silently pleaded for stillness.

Reluctantly, he put out his joint and spritzed himself with body spray before heading downstairs.

“You’re home.” he acknowledged.

“What’s it to you?” his father kicked off his shoes.

Jim’s car slowed into Y/N’s driveway. He noticed Y/N’s fathers car parked outside. His stomach dropped.

Out of the corner of his eye, Y/N noticed the Jeep approaching his house. Fuck, he thought.

His father noticed Jim parked outside. “Who the hell is that?”

“Just a friend.” Y/N answered quickly. “Jim. You know Jim.” he amended.

Friend.

Saying the word stabbed through his chest. He hated it. Hated the way it reminded him of how he’d hurt Jim. Hated the way it minimized his feelings for Jim. Hating how much is felt like a lie.

The older man didn’t say anything further; just turned his attention away.

The minute is took Jim to walk from his car to the door felt like an eternity to Y/N. He watched with anxious eyes before Jim knocked on the door.

“Sup, man?” Jim gave Y/N his usual handshake when the door was open. “Sorry I’m early.” he glanced at Y/N’s father who didn’t bother to acknowledge him.

Y/N did his best to maintain his cool. He nodded, “It’s all good.” he let Jim inside. “We gotta work on a school thing.” Y/N told his dad.

“Mhm,” was all he replied.

Both Jim and Y/N scurried upstairs before more could be said.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t kno-” Jim rushed out as quietly as he could, his eyes in a panic.

“Shh,” Y/N placed his finger on Jim’s lips. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t know he’d be home so early.”

Jim attempted to relax. But the feelings of secrecy made his stomach churn.

Y/N ran his thumb over Jim’s bottoms lip. “I’m sorry, baby. Really fucking sorry.” he cupped his jawline, “I’ll make it up to you.”

With Y/N’s father being home, their plans were quick to change from exploring each other further to playing video games on Y/N’s floor (stealing kisses when they could.)

Of course they were behind closed doors and Y/N’s father didn’t seem to care enough to hover over them, but that wasn’t how Y/N envisioned their first time. They didn’t want the dark cloud lingering downstairs to taint their evening.

***

“Medina?” Y/N spoke into the phone, unsure how to proceed the conversation.

“That’s me.” she smirked into the phone, “What’s up?” she held her phone between her shoulder and chin as she painted her nails a vibrant blue.

“I don’t know how to say this. So I guess I’ll just say it.” he bit the corner of his nail out of nervousness, “I know you know. About.. you know..” the sentence hung in the air.

“Do I know?” she laughed easily. “Relax Y/N. What is it? The anticipation is killing me.”

“I’m planning a surprise. For Jim. W-would you help me with it?”

She stopped the movements of her brush, her interest now intensified. “Just name it, lover boy.” she spoke quietly now.

“Well...” Y/N smiled, relieved to have someone on their team.

***

The shrill sound of Jim’s phone woke him up. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, reading Medina’s name flash on the screen.

I swear to God... he thought annoyance towards his little sister

“What the fuck do you want?” he grumbled into the phone, the brightness of the screen hurting his eyes.

“Good morning to you too, Jim.” she huffed back.

“I’m hanging up.” he reached his thumb towards the red button.

“No! No! Wait.” she pleaded, “Get dressed. Waves are about to get killer in like half an hour.”

“Medina.” he groaned. “I’m fucking tired.”

“Please Jim. I’m by myself and I don’t want to be alone if the beach boys show up.”

Jim sat up in his bed, turning his lamp on. “Are you already on the beach?”

“Yup.”

He sighed, tugging on his sweatpants. “Give me 20 minutes.”

Jim got in his wetsuit and got ready to meet his sister. He trotted on the sandy beach near their home. The sun was slowly turning the dark sky shades of lavender above the cold dark waters. His eyes searched the gray sands for his sister, but Medina was no where to be seen.

In the distance, he saw a figure sitting on the sand in front of what appeared to be a small fire. The figure in the distance waved him over. It wasn’t Medina, he knew that much.

Him and his surfboard walked the lonely beach towards the silhouette that slowly turned into the familiar shape of Y/N.

“Hi.” Y/N bit his lower lip. “I didn’t think you’d be that grouchy in the mornings,” he teased, taking Jim’s hands and pulling him close.

“What is this?” Jim looked at the scene at his feet; a yellow blanket was laid out and completely covered in fruits and pastries, two cups of coffee, and Y/N’s guitar.

“Is it too cliche?” Y/N laughed easily, “Medina helped me.” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Y/N.” Jim reached down for a rip red strawberry, “A true romantic, huh?”

“Just a little.” Y/N blushed.

They enjoyed their quiet morning, listening to the waves crash against the shore. They laid by each other on the beach, softly talking as the sun rose. Surfboards forgotten as shared each others presence.

“Kiss me.” Jim said lowly after a pause in conversation. “Before the sun comes up. Kiss me out here.” his face felt hot asking to be kissed like that.

Licking his lips and gazing into Jim’s eyes, Y/N leaned forward. His soft lips brushed over Jim’s. A barely there touch. A lingering sensation of want. He sighed into Jim’s mouth and crashed his lips forward.

Jim’s tongue parted Y/N’s lips, tasting his tongue against his own. They closed their eyes and allowed their lips to act on their own. Not thinking. For the first time in a long time, neither of them bothered with thoughts. They allowed themselves to simply feel.

They felt the brushing of lips on theirs and the sand slip through their fingers as the inched closer and closer to one another. They felt the heat of the sun mirror the heat they felt in their lower stomachs as their need increased.

“Y/N,” Jim mumbled into his mouth before pulling away.

Y/N gave Jim a lazy, lopsided smile, “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Nope. No need for that.” Y/N stopped him there, gently ruffling Jim’s bedhead. “I wanted to do this for you. For us.”

“I really like you.” Jim looked up at the developing clouds in the sky.

“I really like you.” Y/N mirrored Jim.

***

Later that day, they packed up their picnic and headed back to Y/N’s house. His father had left the house again for work. He knew today would be the day.

Jim leaned back on Y/N’s bed. “Time for another video game?” Jim teased as he watched Y/N pull his shirt over his head. Jim’s eyes lingered on his body, trailing up his chest and to his eyes.

“Not quite.” Y/N chuckled climbing on to the bed. Each of his legs were placed on either side of Jim, trapping him underneath him. He had a carefree smile on his face as he leaned in to bite Jim’s lower lip.

“Ow,” Jim laughed as the boys teeth sunk into his plump lip.

“Jim. I’m trying to be sexy - stop.” Y/N shook his head before kissing Jim softly. “Sit up for me.” He allowed Jim enough space to sit up and proceeded to pull Jim’s shirt over his head.

He tossed Jim’s shirt aside and slowly started kissing his way down his torso. His eyes never left Jim’s. Jim watched as the Y/N’s lips traveled down his chest, the wet sensation of his lips sending a shiver down his spine.

Y/N licked a stripe down Jim’s little trail of hair leading into his pants. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he was doing. He was only doing what felt right; what felt natural to him.

“Is this okay?” he started to tug down on Jim’s gray sweatpants. The outline of his hardening cock was hard to ignore as it pressed against the fabric.

He nodded, helping him rid him of his pants.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” Y/N confided as he watched Jim’s cock spring out. He felt his face burning red, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jim’s length. His veiny cock was strong and delicate at once.

“Does anyone?” Jim tried to ease him. “If you don’t want-”

“No! I want to. I really want to,” he admitted, “More than you know, baby. Just.. tell me if I’m.. bad at it.”

Again Jim nodded. Part of him wanted to continue speaking but his cock was so hard. So achingly hard that it was getting harder for him to concentrate.

Y/N opened his wet mouth and eased Jim’s cock inside. Immediately, Jim melted into the feeling, a throaty, “Fuck.” leaving his lips.

He felt Y/N’s tongue flatten against the bottom of his head before curling around and beginning to suck gently.

Y/N traveled his mouth further and further down Jim’s shaft. The weight of his member applying pressure to his tongue as he hallowed his cheeks repeatedly.

Both boys were relishing in their sensations. Lost in each other.

So much so, that they failed to hear a heavy hand slamming down keys on the table and a heavier set of footsteps coming down the hall.

The room was heavy and filled with wet sucking noises and deep moaning from both.

“Feel so good, Y/N. D-don’t stop, please.” Jim begged breathlessly, closing his eyes.

Y/N’s father had gotten home to see Jim’s car in the drive way. Arriving he didn’t expect to hear the obscene sounds coming from his sons room.

When he caught sight of Jim and Y/N through his sons the door that was kept ajar, he was a bull seeing red.

A painful grip tugged at Y/N’s hair pulling him off Jim.

But that wasn’t enough.

He took Y/N by the shoulders and flung him off the bed. The man didn’t know who to lunge at first.

Jim quickly tugged on his pants attempting to get off the bed to help Y/N.

“Y/N!” Jim called out as he saw his body slam against the bookshelf.

“What the fuck is this?” the booming voice shook the walls. “Answer me, you fucking-” his father was at loss for further words. Instead his fist fell hard against his jaw.

Silent.

The silence was ringing loudly in Y/N’s ears. He was suddenly back in the 6th grade and his father was yelling at him once again for something he couldn’t change. For who he was.

Silent tears dripping down his face as he failed to register the pounding fist that would crash down on him for the second time.

“Get the fuck out of my house. Get the fuck out of my house!” his father repeated to the scared little boy in the body of a young man. “You know I didn’t raise a fucking cock sucker.” he spoke through gritted teeth.

Jim saw the man grab Y/N roughly by his arm and snapped out of his shock. He pulled the Y/D/N off of Y/N and pushed him into a wall. The frames on the wall shook at the contact.

With one clear swing, Jim socked the man on his lip - blood pooled immediately.

His father wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Jim backed away. He pulled Y/N up and wrapped an arm around his waist as he guided him towards the door. He wanted to say things would be okay, but the words were trapped in his throat.

Jim continued to lead a shocked Y/N out the door, making sure to grab his keys on the way out.

Once they were in the safety of his Jeep, Jim looked at Y/N not knowing what to say. Y/N’s lip quivered rapidly, but a sob never broke.

“Are you hurt? Should we go to the hosp-” Jim was stopped his sentence by the shaking of Y/N’s head.

“It’s not supposed to be like this.” his voice finally cracked. “It’s not.”

Jim’s heart tore as he heard his lover sniffle back his tears.

“Y/N..” he reached out for his hand, but Y/N flinched back.

Jim stared out the window in silence as Y/N broke. His sobs filling the hallow vehicle.

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IT’S HERE! Again, thank you so much for reading. I’ve been finishing this up for the past few hours and it’s 2 am so if there are any mistakes LMK and don’t judge me too terribly.

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emmyrosee · 5 years

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Love Regardless (Fluff)

I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared to post a piece of fanfiction? But for once, it’s not because of how bad it is (don’t get me wrong- it’s still not good, and it’s extremely fast paced, SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW TO PACE!) as much as it is for offending people and having the wrong information. I do understand that for some, they’re on one side of the asexuality spectrum, and others are in other areas. This is just the closest to a broad spectrum that I could achieve with the resources I had (including some irl homies and @whoviancumberbunny. Thank Ya Baby!) Speaking of, @whoviancumberbunny, thank you so much for the idea and the experience that you graciously shared with me. Without either, this would have never come to be!💕💕💕

In addition, in honor of pride month, I tried to keep this non-gender specific. I don’t know how I did with that, but let me know if you enjoyed

I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, Jim’s friends are fairly uncensored (and also direct quotes from my personal life), and I mean NO OFFENSE to anyone on the asexual spectrum. I just wanted to keep it fairly wide to everyone.

Jim Mason x (non gender-specific)Asexual!Reader: after being Jim’s friend for a while, you two finally go on a sweet date, and to no one’s surprise, Jim’s nothing but a gentleman... right?

To have pride in yourself is something most would murder to have. Blessed by wonderful friends who loved you for you, not your body count, you were able to have that pride. You knew who and what you were- you were asexual. And you, along with your friends, knew that there was nothing wrong with it. There was nothing wrong with the fact that you got uncomfortable when discussing sex, or having sex. But for some reason, every time you’d told a potential relationship about it, they shined away from you like you had a disease and snuck out of quarantine.

High school romance seemed like a stupid thing to want anyway, especially if people could be this immature about your comfort and identity.

But then there’s Jim.

In every sense of the word, Jim is perfect- great smile, stunning blue eyes, the talent to do almost everything that most people would murder for, and the understanding from a person that everyone desired from a friend.

The small flaws that Jim harbored were common among teens in Palos Verdes, and you felt like you couldn’t blame him for that. You two have been friends for a while, playfully flirting and hanging out after school with his stupid, faded friends.

Which in of itself was fine.

But it wasn’t until they started talking about you behind your back to Jim, asking him the most obscure and disgusting questions that you weren’t even sure you could think of.

“So Jim, how long till you demolish that sweet ass?”

“Bet it’s fuckin’ hot when y/n comes. You gotta send me a video, dude.”

“Man, I gotta say, if they like your scrawny little dick inside of them, give ‘em five minutes with me, you’ll be old news, boy.”

“I know this is kinda fucked up but, you think y/n would ever fuck around with a chick?”

Disgusting.

Thankfully, Jim would tell you about all the shit they were saying, and you genuinely believe him when he says he’s never answered those questions.

Which is exactly why you agreed to a date with Jim.

He never seemed like the kind of guy to use his friendship with you against you.

He cares way too much about you and your feelings, he would never try anything stupid or funny in front of you.

After a sweet date with the surfer which included dinner, Jim decided to take you back to your house like you’d expect him to do. The idea of a movie began floating around the car, and as you approached home, you two decided to let that idea become a reality.

He pulls into your driveway and parks crooked, as you expected (and constantly tease him for) before walking hand in hand into your house.

“Would you like to go upstairs?” You offer, swinging his hand back and forth. “We could just watch a movie in there.”

Jim smiles, bringing your knuckles to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to them, “sure. I’ll grab a movie, you pop some popcorn?”

“Sure thing,” you agree, kissing his cheek.

The movie Jim picked wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing in the world. It was hard to follow, no interesting actors, and you swear on your life that between yours and Jim’s questions, you’d talked more than the characters in the film.

After one of your particularly funny questions, Jim looked over at you with nothing but pure love and admiration in his eyes.

“Can I... kiss you?” He asks shyly. Giggling, you nod, and within seconds your lips are locked together in a sweet, gentle kiss. Just as you suspected, Jim did nothing funny, simply enjoying the small kiss as much as he can.

Then again, the trailing of his hand down your back, a little lower than you’d expect makes a strange signal go off.

Hm.

And then the way his tongue grazes across your lower lip, you allow, but you aren’t sure where he’s going with this.

“Jim,” you pant from the kiss.

Jim’s lips travel down your neck and face, sucking on your neck to arouse hickeys.

“Fuck, I want you so bad, baby,” he hissed, continuing to cover you in bites and kisses.

So that’s what he wanted.

Slowly, you feel yourself tense under his touch. You didn’t answer, and suddenly Jim felt like this... stranger.

It wasn’t until his long fingers reached for the waistband of your pants that you knew you had to put a stop to this.

“W-Wait Jim,” you whisper, pushing him off of you gently. He pulled pack, eyes wide with worry. “I... want to stop.”

“I-I’m so sorry, I thought you wanted that,” Jim said, eyeing the darkening mark on your neck.

You sigh, “I’m sorry, I should’ve been more clear.”

“Oh, God I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to do anything you didn’t want,” Jim says, body language becoming more sporadic and unpredictable.

“Jim,” you say gently, “relax. It’s not that deep, it’s just that I...” You paused to think of the right words. “I didn’t want it, but I did, does that make sense?”

Jim eyes you, confused, tilting his head like a lost puppy. You let out a quiet laugh, not even sure if you understood what you meant. “Jim, I’m asexual. And I understand if you’d like to leave.”

The silence in the room makes your heart break, the acidic feeling of sadness filling your stomach.

After a long pause, Jim slowly smiles. He laces his fingers with yours on the bed, “I don’t mind.”

The feeling of dread and emptiness is gone. Your heart kicks back into overdrive. “I...What?” You ask. Jim leans forward to kiss your forehead gently, “I don’t mind. I’d like to stay with you, if you’ll let me.”

You tilt your head, “Jim, I don’t like sex. Seeing and talking about it makes me uncomfortable.”

“I know,” he said, matching your head tilt with his own. “I understand. And if you’d like me to, I want to stay.”

“What about all that stuff that you and your friends talk about? Like, I don’t want them to give you crap about it-“

“What you and I do or don’t do is none of my friends’ concerns,” Jim assures, brushing the hair out of your face. “It never was, and it never will be.”

You aren’t exactly sure of what came over you. But the next thing you know, you’re being cradled in Jim’s arms while tiny droplets of your tears drip on his arms and through his jacket. You don’t exactly know why. The only assumption is that he understands what you’re feeling and what you mean, whereas you’ve convinced yourself that he would be ignorant about how you felt.

“You really think this could work?” You whimper, not looking up at him. Your cheek is pressed against his warm chest, and his thumb pets your temple back and forth soothingly.

You feel him nod, “Yeah,” he whispers. “I do. But only if you want to. We can do this. He placed a gentle kiss into your hair as he holds you, letting you get comfortable with him. Slowly, you feel you two falling back onto the bed, and once you hit the mattress, your laughter dances together between the small walls, dominating the prior tenseness in the room with its silly, loving aura.

He pulls away from the embrace to smile at you, thumb wiping at your tear tracks. You grab his wrist gently, holding his large hand to your face. And you couldn’t help but blush when he stayed, smiling and staring at you.

You aren’t quite sure what time you fell asleep, but when you woke up, the discarded sweatshirt from earlier was laid across your body. The bright red numbers on your alarm clock read a staggering 3:24 AM, and you yawned as you sat up. Scooting up to your pillow, a piece of paper crinkled under your hand, and your stomach twisted and fluttered from the contents.

Had a wonderful time. We’ll figure this out.

Together.

Jimmy

Next to his name was a crudely drawn heart as yours couldn’t even begin to slow down its rapid pounding in your chest.

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babyboy-cody · 5 years

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PAIRING: Jim/Male!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N and Jim are laying bed after smoking an entire bag of weed. They’re both dopey and are seemingly getting closer with each passing minute. But it’s a little too close for comfort.

WARNINGS: pure gayness, jim being a giggly boy, makeout sessions, use of drugs, fluffy, friends to lovers kinda thiinnggg

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

When Jim asked to come over, this wasn’t what Y/N was expecting. He half expected Jim to come over to watch a couple movies and chill for a few hours. He didn’t know the chestnut haired boy would drop by with a bag of weed and tears clouding his crystal eyes.

Jim explained that there’s been another outburst at his house regarding Medina and Sandy going at it again and Jim’s name always ending up in the conversation. Everything always seemed to have turn back to him. He always hated the spotlight. He knew that Y/N would be the number one person he’d go to. And so he hurriedly left his broken home, got in his car, and drove to the one person that made him feel alive and free.

When he showed up at the doorstep, he couldn’t hide his flowing tears. Jim tried to wipe them away with shaky hands, but they just kept coming like waves. When Y/N opened the door, he took one look at Jim and immediately pulled him into his arms, holding the young man as he cried in his shoulder.

Now they lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling.

Y/N put on his special music playlist for times like this. Times where it’s just Jim and himself, alone and free from all the destruction in their lives. Times where they can be their true selves. Times where nothing else mattered except each other. The only thing is that they’ll never admit it.

Jim lets out a drowsy hum as he stares up at the ceiling, nestled in one of Y/N’s favorite hoodies and gray sweatpants, the hood pulled over his messy hair. His eyes are rimmed red, both from his previous tears and the weed. His fingertips feel tingly and his eyes are drooping.

Y/N looks over at him as he inhales a final drag of the fourth and final joint nestled between his fingers. He exhales slowly and watches as the smoke clouds around Jim’s face. Both boys let out a laugh as Jim swirls his finger around the disappearing smoke.

“You’re so dumb,” Y/N jokes and places the finished joint in the ashtray on his bedside table. “You remind me of…the fuck’s his name��Napoleon Dynamite?”

“Hey,” Jim tries to do an impression and obviously fails when Y/N starts cackling into his pillow. “Shut up, man.”

“You’re so bad,” Y/N laughs and lifts an arm up to rest under his head as the other is limp on his side.

They’re both quiet as the only sounds in the room are the lyrics of a random song playing coupled with their breathing. Jim rests on his side and stares at Y/N with a dopey look in his eyes. Y/N looks over at him and he gives him a weak grin. Jim’s cheeks are flushed from the heat and side affects of the joints they smoked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N mumbles quietly and lifts an arm around Jim’s shoulders to pull back his hoodie slightly in order to see those blue eyes.

“I can’t look at you? My bad,” Jim retorts and closes his eyes.

“Aye,” Y/N taps his closed lids. “Police. Open up.”

Jim lets out a snort and laughs in the crook of Y/N’s arm. His shoulders shake as he covers his face. There was one thing that Y/N could do almost instantly, and that was making Jim laugh. He never failed to do so when he would crack jokes or just act like his stupid, dorky self.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Jim mumbles and shuffles closer to the boy next to him. “But you’re lucky I like you.”

“What can I say? I’m quite likeable,” Y/N grins and wraps his arm tighter around Jim’s shoulders.

They both get quiet again. Jim’s breathing evens out. Y/N looks down to check if he might’ve fallen asleep, but all he sees are the blue pairs of eyes that he has grown to love.

“What?” Y/N asks lowly, his voice slightly raspy and thick.

Jim shrugs. “Just thinking.”

“About?” Y/N presses and uses his hand limply resting on Jim’s shoulder to push the boy’s hair from his eyes. “Talk to me.”

“I’m just glad I met you,” Jim confesses quietly and he blinks slowly. “You’re the only one that gets me, besides Medina, but sometimes she doesn’t even get me. I mean, I don’t even get me.”

“Hey,” Y/N whispers. “I’m glad I met you too.”

Jim grins and lets out a small exhaled laugh. Y/N smiles at the sight and sound and presses himself closer to Jim’s side. Both boys are quiet now as they looks into each other’s eyes. The air around them gets thick as the heat becomes unbreable. Jim’s cheeks are a darker shade of red as his pupils are now expanded, a thin rim of light blue around them. He swallows thickly as Y/N’s fingers brush lightly against his brow.

Without even realizing, their heads are inches away. Y/N lowers and brushes his nose against Jim’s. He’s panting softly from the newfound heat surrounding them. His eyes are closed as he licks his dry lips. Jim wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and clenches his T-shirt in his fist.

They move their heads closer now. Y/N can feel Jim’s softly breath against his lips. When their lips interlock, everything around them disappears. To Jim, it feels as though time seemed to have slowed down. To Y/N, things felt lighter and colorful. They were both in their own little worlds as they shared their first kiss.

Y/N can taste the faintness of weed on Jim’s tongue as the kiss gets deeper. He uses his other hand to cup Jim’s jaw to pull him closer. Their lips glide together in an unchoreographed dance. Their wet tongues slide against one another, tasting each other and licking into each other’s mouths. Y/N lets out a small sound in the mix of a groan and moan. Jim whimpers softly as Y/N crawls on top of him, nestling himself between his legs. Jim wraps his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and pulls him down until their chests are pressing together. Y/N grins against Jim’s lips and pulls away for a brief moment. A small string of saliva connects their lips together, and Y/N makes sure to kiss it away.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Y/N whispers and pushes back a lock of hair that falls in Jim’s eyes.

“You make me so happy, Y/N,” Jim says quietly, his voice cracking as a new wave of tears overcomes him.

Y/N hushes him quietly and bends down to lightly rub his nose against Jim’s. They’re both quiet as they relish in the moment in each other’s arms. Jim sniffled quietly as Y/N wipes his tears away, softly kissing his flushed cheeks as he does so.

“You make me happy too, James,” Y/N tells him.

They both smile and laughs breathlessly as they lean in for each other’s lips again. As time slowly went by, they slowly began to not care about what they were doing. Nothing else mattered at the moment. The only thing that was on their minds was each other.

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