Hands On [Michael x Jim x Fem Reader] (Part 1, Part 2(coming soon))
A Little Attention Please [Michael x Jim x Fem Reader] (Part 1, Part 2(coming soon))
Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason
To Take Care Of (Part 1, Part 2)
Dive
The Hotbox
Itâs The Little Things
To a Lifetime
Who Loves You Better?
BLURBS, DRABBLES, IMAGINES, ONE SHOTS, OR HOWEVER YOU LIKE TO CALL IT
March Madness [Jim x Xavier]
In His Office [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader]
Morning After [Jim x Xavier]
Marked You [You x Michael]
THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE
BRIEF INTRO: This takes place in alternate universe, combining Codyâs characters Michael, Jim, Duncan (supporting), and Xavier. The 1984 gang is included as well. The Michael for this series is a cross between Sojourn and F&R.
f**k, i luv my friends
afraid of heights
saturday nights
winesday
between the haze
SERIES
The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon]
Plot: What if we took the Antichrist, Michael Langdon and turned him into founder and leader of one of the largest cartelâs in California? And whatâs even better, is that youâre by his side through it all.
Part 1
Part 2
Plot: When reader meets Andy Dolan for the first time, little did she know that her life would change. Except add ex-boyfriend and current best friend Jim Mason into the mix, and youâll learn very quickly that it wasnât just readerâs life who changed.
A/N: This will be updated every so often and will be pinned to my board.
Ok sure Valiant Thor might have developed some feelings for Mamie but if you see carefully, after she rejects him, Val turns cold and tells her that her species, humans, pretty much are useless for the aliens' plans. And then turns his back on her and leaves her. At the end of the day Val turned cold and chose his alien plans above Mamie. So I doubt that he would show any emotion of her passing or at least ge might grieve when he's alone.
i still think he cared about her đ„șđ„ș he wanted her to stay alive but knew that her being a human wasn't good enough
i feel like we could've gotten like 2 seconds of đđđ
The door to your cold, dark room swings open, and you jump at the loud sound it makes against the wall. You turn to see who barged in, ready to give them a piece of your mind for waking you up like that, and see none other than Valiant Thor standing in the doorway, his blank stare fixated on you.
"Hello, Subject #904," he says, the tone of his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Mr. Thor," you mumble.
"Please, you know you can call me Val."
"And you know my name isn't Subject #904, and yet, you still fucking call me that," you say bitterly, throwing the sheet off of your body and sitting up. You dangle your feet over the examination bed, gazing over at him with an icy glare as he makes his way over to you.
When you were brought to this place, you had been stripped of your name and were dubbed as Subject #904. You weren't sure why they abducted you or why you were poked and prodded every single day, and the only answer you got from them was to see if you were the "perfect host."
Valiant Thor oversaw the entire operation, making sure the experiments were running smoothly and according to plan. He stopped by each subject's room to check in on their progress, but when he got to yours, he was instantly taken by you.
You couldn't deny that the feeling was mutual. He was breathtakingly handsome, and his voice, however monotone it may be, stirred up feelings inside of you.
The very next day, when it was time for your experimentation to begin, you were surprised to see Valiant enter instead of the tall blonde woman you were used to. He gave you some spiel about you being special and it ended with him fucking you against the cold tiled wall. And has done so ever since.
Valiant stands before you, raking his blue eyes up and down your body. "Are you ready to begin?"
"Spare me, Val," you say sarcastically, hopping off of the bed as you do so. "We're well past the formalities."
"I suppose we are," he says, a hint of a smirk crossing his chiseled features. He tilts your chin to look up at him and you wince slightly at the coldness of his fingers. "Get on your knees then."
You do as he says, reaching your hands out to make quick work of his belt buckle. You tug his pants down to his ankles, moaning as his long, thick cock springs free.
You lick a stripe along the prominent vein, feeling his cock twitch at your touch, up to his tip. You wrap your supple lips around it, sucking softly and relishing in the way his thumb caresses your cheek tenderly.
"Good girl," he groans, putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail as his lashes flutter from the pleasure your skilled mouth is bringing him. He watches you in awe. Plump, pink lips parted at the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm, wet mouth. "That's it."
You pump what you can't fit in your hand, setting up a nice rhythm that has him rutting against you. His moans echo throughout the bland room, the beautiful sounds going straight through to your core. Your cunt pulses with need, and you dip your hand under your hospital gown, running a finger through your soaked folds.
You dip your finger into your entrance, teasing yourself for a moment before rubbing light circles against your clit. You moan hotly; the vibration causing Valiant to grip your hair tightly.
He takes control, moving your head up and down along his length to his liking. He bucks his hips at the same time, his movements becoming sloppier the closer he gets to his release.
"I'm going to cum," he moans, face contorted in pleasure as he does so. "And you're to swallow it all."
You moan in response, removing your hand from your cunt to his balls, fondling them.
It doesn't take long for him to tip over the edge, and he releases with a cry of your real name. His cock seizes in your mouth, and you eagerly take every drop of his cum. He holds you to him for a moment longer before letting you go, and you breathe deeply, your chest heaving as you do so.
"Show me," he says, panting lightly as he gazes down at you. "Open your mouth."
You keep your eyes on his eyes as you swallow all of his cum. You stick your tongue out, batting your lashes as you look up at him.
He hums in satisfaction, letting his gaze linger on you for a moment before picking his pants up.
"Experimentation is now over," he says, his tone once again lacking emotion as he buckles his belt. "Subject #904 continues to show promising results."
You know he isn't talking to you, but you roll your eyes anyway, completely annoyed and irritated at not being able to cum.
"So that's it? You're not going to touch me at all?" you ask, standing up from the ground and rubbing over your reddened knees.
"Not after you touched yourself without my permission," he says cheekily, winking at you before heading back out the door, leaving you alone once again in your cold, dark room.
cover me in kisses, baby (duncan shepherd x fem!reader)
kinktober day 3: phone sex
warnings: pillow humping, masturbation, dad!duncan, mentions of cunnilingus, mentions of handjob
word count: 1K
(gif: @thevampiriccouncil)
Y/N finished getting ready for bed after her shower, feeling sad and lonely in Duncanâs absence. He was set to be gone for a week at some conference, and even though sheâd been with him so long and had gone through him leaving on numerous business trips, it still didnât make it any easier.
Duncan hated to leave. It got harder to go each time he did, but even more so when the kids came along. It broke his heart to see his baby girl cry for him not to go, and in that moment he almost decided not to, but he knew that he was doing this for his family â to give them a good life and make sure they have everything they could ever possibly need.
Y/N threw on one of Duncanâs old college shirts. The kids were already sound asleep and had been for a little over an hour. So she took her time in the shower, fully allowing herself to relax after a fun day at the park.
Her phone began to go off and Duncanâs picture lit up her screen. She ran to pick it up, not wanting the loud sound to wake the children up.
One thing she had always looked forward to while he was gone was their phone calls at the end of the day. While on these trips, Duncan isnât allowed to be on his phone, mostly because his itinerary is packed full and he doesnât have time to even breathe.
They catch up on the happenings of the day, with Duncan mostly complaining about the obnoxious people he encountered and how he wanted to âteach them a lesson.â
The pleasantries ended as fast as they began the second Duncan made a comment about how he wished he could fuck his frustrations out.
Thatâs what they had always done. Fuck first, talk later. It was their love language, a way for them to communicate when they didnât have the words to express what they wanted to say. It didnât stop once the kids where born, either. They still found their ways to connect with each other â like hiring a nanny to watch them despite Y/Nâs protests against it. She eventually gave in when Duncan knelt between her thighs and swirled his tongue around her clit.
âGet your pillow, baby,â Duncan rasps, his eyes never leaving his phone screen. âI want you to ride it for me.â
Y/N sucks in a breath and does as he says, reaching over to grab her favorite pillow for humping. She takes her time setting it up just right, making sure itâs fluffed up enough, and in front of the camera so Duncan can have a good view. Once itâs good to go she straddles it, looking to Duncan.
Duncan eagerly watches her, his heavy cock twitching as he does so. He reaches to the nightstand and grabs the bottle of lube, squirting a decent amount on his hand before coating his cock with it. He bucks into his own touch instinctively, licking his dry lips.
She rolls her hips, moaning softly as pleasure slowly radiates from her pussy outwards. âI miss you,â she breathes.
âI miss you, too,â Duncan groans, gliding his hand with ease along the shaft. âSo damn much.â
Y/N leans back, placing her hands behind her and grinding against the pillow a little harder. âDo you wanna know what Iâm imagining right now?â
âWhat is it?â He asks, though heâs fairly certain he knows exactly what sheâs going to tell him.
âThat this pillow is your face,â she says, flicking her gaze to meet Duncanâs. âYour mouth is kissing and sucking over my pussy.â
âMmm..,â Duncan moans, bucking into his hand and setting a steady rhythm. âYou know I love eating that sweet cunt of yours.â
âI do. I also know how much you love when I reach around and jack you off. You always get so worked up.â
Duncan tips his head back against the chair heâs sitting in, closing his eyes and picturing the scenario sheâs describing. He imagines her hand on his cock instead of his own, pumping him at an agonizingly slow pace. He loves how she works him up, switching between painfully slow and erratic movements. He mirrors exactly how she would do it, his moans growing louder and louder.
Y/N canât keep her eyes off of the screen, totally enraptured by the eroticism of the moment. His sounds and breaths go straight to her cunt and she suddenly needs more stimulation against her clit. She swiftly removes her panties and grinds a little harder along the pillow, scrunching her face in pleasure.
The two of them donât say anything more, too wrapped up in their own arousal to even get a word out. Duncan grips his cock tightly, stroking himself at a face pace. He canât help himself and is so close to releasing, but he holds back, wanting to cum with her instead.
âAre you close?â Duncan asks, looking at her through hooded lids.
âYes,â she moans, reaching to grab her phone.
She switches the camera around and lifts her shirt up, giving Duncan a close up view of her cunt gliding along the pillow. He groans at the sight of her puffy folds, and his mouth salivates at the thought of running his tongue over them. âMove your hips faster, babe.â
She pulls her mound up, exposing her clit. The head is poking out and she rubs it along the pillow, filthily moans spilling from her.
âFuck...oh fuckâŠ,â she breathes, her head falling forward to watch Duncan. âDun-â
A piercing cry comes from the corner of her room and Y/N whips her head up, her eyes falling on the baby monitor. âDamnit,â she whines. âSarah is crying.â
Duncan whines as well, slowing his hand movements. âItâs okay go check on her. Iâll be waiting here for you.â
She nods, giving him an apologetic smile before rushing to check on the baby. Duncan opens the internet browser while he waits for her, and buys the earliest plane ticket back to D.C. for the morning.
