A quick glance into the studio mirror confirmed the vision you already had seared into the corners of your mind, his sweat-covered body slowly draping over yours, pushing you further into the position that made your body ache in more ways than one. His drenched tank top clung to his body, and by the feel of it, the dampness of his shorts would leave little to your imagination. You were thankful for the hellish climate of the hot yoga studio, your face already flushed as his eyes met yours in reflection, his side smirk threatening to collapse your exhausted limbs entirely.
(Modern!Xavier Plympton - your blindingly attractive hot yoga instructor who happens to also be the stripper that gives you the lap dance to end all lap dances on your birthday...)
“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.
Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.
I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we don’t want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.
I’m a boy , and when i was younger I was sexually assaulted every damn day for three years by my younger step SISTER, So don’t go saying that ‘boys can’t be raped’ bull shit
Oohh, could you do number 10 from the physical affection prompts? "Lifting someone up out of excitement"? Maybe a pregnancy announcement or love confession with whichever Cody guy you feel most inspired by?
A/N: sooo I decided to use duncan for this prompt since I've never written for him before!! Also, I like a challenge so.. I made this both a pregnancy announcement and love confession 👉🏻👈🏻 hope you dont mind!! I hope you enjoy this dear anon 💖. This is a bit long and plot heavy hehe
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Waking up to extreme nausea was not how you had originally planned to spend last weekend. What was supposed to be a fun weekend with your friends.. and fuck buddy.. only ended in you becoming best friends with the toilet with one too many plans cancelled.
You hated being sick; but feeling sick and miserable and guilty at the same time was beyond overwhelming. Most of your friends forgave you and understood why you had to reschedule plans. However... your fuck buddy which went by the name 'Duncan' wasnt going to be so forgiving.
Not at first anyway; you knew he would come around eventually.. give or take a few days.
Although, Duncans opinion of you was not the only thing you were stressed out about lately. You also wanted to know why the fuck you got so sick so fast.
It wasnt flu season, you had no reason to be sick, it certainly was not food poisoning... There was only 'one' thing it could still be..
You could be fucking pregnant.
Being pregnant in itself was not something you dreaded; being a mother was something you always knew you wanted to be, and would be one day.
The problem of being pregnant here had to do with 'who' the father would be. And that would be none other than Duncan fucking Shepard.
You knew it was him; you hadn't had sex with anyone in months besides him. Plus.. you two weren't exactly the most careful either when it came to using protection. You knew deep down if you were really pregnant at all; it would have to be with his baby.
Although, things still werent as simple as they seem.
Again, you really had no doubt that Duncan would make a good father, it was just the circumstances you two were in currently that complicated things.
He didnt know you loved him. You two weren't official, you two just happened to be really good friends who, you know.. had sex.
You were nearly certain he didnt love you back, not in the way that you meant anyway. You knew instinctively that when he said 'I love you' to you that he meant it in a way that he would say to his friend or family.. That's probably all he saw you as anyway, just as a friend or family.
That thought made you sick if you started to think that's how you can duncan could end up forever unless you or him made a move. It was a thought that frequently plagued you and even gave you insomnia most nights.
Those thoughts of you and Duncans 'relationship' are what caused you to get a pregnancy test. You needed to know why the fuck you were sick, and if those thoughts about you and Duncan were rational or simply your anxiety attempting to manifest. And of course to your fucking demise, it was a positive test.
You first sat in shock; and then you did the most stupid thing you could think of - you called Duncan.
Of course you didnt outright tell him, you only told him that you needed to see him ASAP and that he needed to come over to see you.
That was about 20 minutes ago.
You awaited for him anxiously in your apartment; you sat on your bed - fully clothed with a bit of makeup splashed on your face in a attempt to look put together. You were absolutely terrified to even think about what the fuck was about to happen.
Your thoughts were racing as you sat in the dark. You didnt even bother turning on the lights; the blinds were drawn as well. Sitting in the dark was kind of comforting - it made everything feel less real.. As if you were dreaming. Although, the anxiety you still felt reminded you that you were in fact, still awake. You truly had no clue what kind of conversation you were about to have.
You didnt even jump when you heard the front door loudly pop open, you had given him one of the keys to your apartment. You listened diligently to his loud footsteps echoing in the living room, as he gradually grew closer and closer to your room. Then, the door opened as you inhaled.
Duncan looked distraught as he entered the room. His hair was slightly disheveled, his outfit looked slightly wrinkled as well. Overall, he looked put together but the longer you stared at him - the more apparent it was that he wasnt okay. He wasted no time in getting to you once he opened the door, it almost threw you off guard at how calm he looked.. something you weren't expecting. You nearly laughed at how out of character this was for Duncan.
"Hey, are you okay"? Duncan asked, speaking rather quickly.
You watched as Duncan hurriedly but cautiously approached you; sitting next to you on your bed.
"I- I mean, yeah I'm okay. I just wanted to see you". You (semi) smoothly lied, thinly smiling in a attempt to try to sell your poorly told lie.
He rolled his eyes and gave you a look as if he automatically knew you were giving him bullshit.
"(Y/n), I know your sick, baby. Just tell me the truth". He said.
Your heart leapt into your throat once you heard him call you the petname. Duncan definetly called you pet names before but it was a rare, once in a long time type of thing. However, it felt like to you that the fact he called you 'baby' only solidified what you knew you had to do.
You had to tell him.
He deserved to know; and you deserved to move on with your life or to attempt too.
"Duncan.. I.. I cant keep doing this anymore". You started, speaking slowly. Your words tumbled fast out of your mouth, knowing that Duncan was about to interrupt you any minute.
"I need you to decide whether you want to be fully committed to me, or to not be in my life at all. I dont really know how to say this but, I'm in a stage of my life where I cant 'fake' be with you, Duncan. I cant only be with you behind closed doors. That's just.. not going to work anymore". You said confidently.
Even though you sounded confident, you really felt quite the opposite. You had no idea what to expect of how he would react. What if he just left?? What if he didnt want to be with you, at all??
You held your breath as he continued to sit next to you; the silence almost deafening.
You looked over at Duncan, he studied his hands which were clasped together over his knees. He looked as if he wanted to speak but he couldnt get the words out... until he finally did break the silence.
"So, what are you suggesting? What are you trying to get at here, exactly"? He prompted. His voice was still slow and calm but he sounded slightly irritated and on edge. You couldnt blame him.
Your mouth grew dry as you shifted uncomfortably. You were thankful he responded but yet.. you now were the one at a loss for words.
"I'm suggesting that.. we should start dating. I cant keep doing this-" You started but Duncan made you ate your words as he interrupted you with a rough kiss.
You felt the world stop and almost turn into slow motion as you really started to melt into the kiss. You let your previous anxiety inducing thoughts melt away the longer you two kissed, as you focused on being present in the moment.
After Duncan slowly and begrudgingly pulled away from you, you two sat in silence for a couple seconds.
"So that's why your acting like this"? Duncan asked with a sly smirk.
You swore it was as if he already knew the answer, yet chose to ask you anyway just to be a smartass.
"So.. you actually want to date me?? Your know what your agreeing too, right"? You said, partially teasing and.. actually being serious.
"(Y/n), do you really think I would be talking to you this long if I had no interest in you? Of course I want to date you, what kind of question is that"?! Duncan retorted playfully with a quiet chuckle.
You grinned, letting out a shallow laugh with the realization that the biggest news still remained untold; a deep pit felt like it resided in your stomach.
You weren't quite out of the woods yet.
In order to help relieve your anxiety, you suddenly stood up off your bed. You paced around your room, running a hand shakily through your hair.
"I still have to tell you something". You admitted, your back turned to him.
There was no way you could even fathom making eye contact with him now. To your horror, you could hear your bed gently squeak as you could only guess as he stood up.
By the time you felt his hand on your shoulder, it was too late to even hear his footsteps. You jumped and turned around with a sharp inhale - to your surprise, nearly chest to chest with the main himself.
Duncan.
"What are you trying to hide for, hm"? He said teasingly.
He moved his face closer to yours; his lips *so* close to yours. The corner of your mouth upturned in a small closed mouth smile.
You uttered a quick, "I'm not". As you stole a quick kiss.
You anxiously took a few paces back. Taking a deep breath before whipping around and making eye contact on a sudden spurt of courage you felt.
"I'm pregnant, Duncan". You spoke.
You felt almost as if you were dreaming when you saw his reaction, he was fucking smiling. Was he actually fucking happy?!
You stood there frozen as he quickly approached you and gently held your waist. Before you could even comprehend or really even complain of what was happening - you felt him gently lift you up and give you a quick spin before landing you back down safely on your feet.
Duncans smile was infectious; before you knew it you were grinning and laughing along with him.
Any doubt you previously had immeadietly disintigrated and was replaced with hope and joy. You knew Duncan was going to make the best father, and that you two only had your lives ahead of you.
I've read every single thing you've written a million times (even on your old url.) Can you recommend me your favorite authors here to read? I'm relatively new here.
Me coming into my inbox and not expecting such a lovely thing! I don’t even know what to say! A million times?? That’s the kindest thing ever!
As far as my favorite authors here, I do have some close mutuals that I swear can not do wrong with their writing or ideas and you can probably guess who they are: @jimmason @darkened-sunrises @guiltyfiend (most of her brilliant work is on AO3) @michaellangdonstanaccount @9layerdevilfoodcake (has an amazing AU with Michael on AO3) @leatherduncan @angelicmichael @anangelwhodidntfall @drasangel @prophecy-is-inevitable @matildaofoz @chaoshaswon @frenchlangdon @langdxn @outpostmichael @vulgarprayer @infernwetrust and so many more. There are always new authors coming in and writing things that I haven't had a chance to read.
Before I even started writing, I created an account here just to read the fanfiction in July. I was a lurker and never liked or reblogged things because I wasn’t even sure how to, honestly! There are so many authors who have been here since the beginning who have some really well written stuff that I enjoyed in the summer, and they all influenced me in ways that I cannot begin to articulate!
Guiltyfiend posted a list of writers still writing in the fandom that you may have seen. If not, I’m linking it here: https://jimmason.tumblr.com/post/631987656478294016/tumblr-writers-still-active-in-the-cody-fern
(I didn’t add anyone who hasn’t written anything new in a year, because if I did, this list would be 400 years long! Message me if you notic
I still have to read the works of some of these brilliant minds! And always check the tags for the Cody characters, because new authors are bringing out new stuff everyday it seems!
I hope this helps! Sorry for the rambling!
I will never be able to thank you enough for reading and enjoying my content! It means the world to me!! ❤️
For the nonsexual acts of intimacy drabbles- what about sharing a bed with xavier plz? 💖 - angelicmichael
there’s not a whole lotta soft xav out here! @angelicmichael i hope y’all like this!
Warnings (please let me know if i forgot any!) ; like the tiniest mention of smut, otherwise nothing!
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Rain clashed against the apartment’s windows, the soothing sound ruined by the angry roar of thunder coming down, in turn making sleep seem like a fever dream. You were aware of Xaviers minor fear of the tumultuous storms, only briefly mentioned during an hours long pillow talk. Tossing and turning proved pointless in your attempts of at least a mediocre slumber, but what drew you from your bed was the frantic knocks pounding at the door at the oddly inconvenient hours of the night. Trudging from your bedroom to the door with annoyance rolling through your veins as the person on the other side of the door never let up. Xavier stood at the door, bleached hair damp with downfall and pupils appearing if he saw an apparition.
“Xavier, it’s twelve in the morning..” Rubbing your palms over your eyes while the rest of your body leaned against the doorframe. The poor guy looked like a puppy that had been left out in the rain; Sad eyed and hair splotched with rain.
He looked skittish, even though the two of you have been together for at least two years at this point, “Can I come in? I can’t sleep.” You moved yourself away from the entry door, giving him access to the apartment. Clearly a man on a mission as he headed straight towards your bedroom with no distraction drawing him away from the task. You followed suit, tiredly strolling a few footsteps short of his long strides.
He was already half dressed and changing into some pajamas he scavenged while going through your closet. You slipped into the bedroom noiselessly and tumbled back onto the space of your bed, still heated with hours of your body laying against the sheets. Xavier kicked the half soaked clothes he arrived in to the side of your room, now dressed down in baggy, old clothes you had long forgotten about, but the blonde still managed to look like a damn model in them.
Crawling onto the bed beside your half asleep body, Xavier tugged at the comforter and wrapped it around his figure, mewling at the warmth and familiarity of your scent. Getting caught up in warming himself up around the mound of blankets, he almost didn’t notice the additional weight on his chest. You nuzzled your head into him, softly yawning into his chest and curling up to his side to steal some extra body heat from Xavier. He secured his arm around you, bringing you close and wistfully sighing through his nose, beaming as the two of you lulled off to the pitter patter of rain splashing against the glass of the windows.
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