can i request a lil cute thing with jim mason where you’re paired up with him for a school project and you’re both nervous bc you like each other? and maybe a lil kissie somewhere? 🥺🥺🩷🩷
Hey anon thanks for your request. And I definitely love your idea. And I hope you enjoy what I came up with inspired by your request. Also disclaimer I have not seen this movie. But I have seen clips from it online. And I am definitely going to be watching his movie. But I definitely love the idea of writing this sort of fanfics. And Thai fanfic might be short fanfic for some people.
Project
Jim Mason x reader
Summary: You and Jim are partners for a project at school. And they like each other.
Warning: small amounts of kissing, and spelling mistakes. Tell me if I miss anything.
Y/n pov
(at the Library after school)
I was sitting with Jim Mason one of my classmates working on our project for history class. Actually I am nervous of working on this project with Jim, because I have a crush on this cute guy. Actually this crush has been going on for a while. And now we are partners on a history project.
And I can just get lost in his beautiful blue eyes, it is like looking at a beautiful blue ocean.
I just wish I could know if he feels the same for me. And maybe we can start a relationship together.
Jim pov
I can’t believe that for my history project I get to work with my crush. This is exciting, but I am so nervous of making a full of myself in front of her.
And maybe today can be the day I tell her how I feel. Y/n has an amazing laugh, and I love the way y/n eyes shine in sunlight.
I could never get enough of this amazing person. And i hope that maybe we both have the same feelings for each other.
“ hey y/n, I wanted to tell you something. Do you think we can take a break form this project?” I asked while I put close my history book for a moment.
“ yes Jim. And we should totally take a break.” Y/n said while she also closed her book.
“ Y/n I have feelings for you, like romantic feelings for you. And I hope you fell the same.” I said as my eyes look right at her. My heart is betting out of my chest.
“Jim I feel exactly the same way about you. And I have been for some time. I am so happy you fell the same.”
Y/n just told me she feels the same way. I can’t believe it. I feel my happiness is skyrocketing.
Y/n pov
Me and Jim have feelings for each other . I can’t believe this is happening. All I want to do is jump up and down form happiness. And I want to know what its like to kiss this guy in front of me.
My head is leaning more into Jim’s head, my lips are moving towards his lips. And his lips are moving towards my lips.
When we kissed I can feel sparks flying and this is so magical.
I just can’t believe this is happening. Omg, and can’t believe we have the same feelings for each other. And I am so happy to know we feel the same.
And know we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I asked him to be my boyfriend.
This is one of the best days of my life.
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Thanks for reading. I hope everyone enjoy this. And also it is my first fanfic for Jim Mason. And I am excited to write more. Also sorry this fanfic is a bit short for some people.
it was my 108th day at the outpost. the slimy cubes, the candlelit halls, the greys, it was all so depressing. i was one of the few purples at the outpost. somedays i wished i would have died from the blast, before they locked us all up in here. the pain in my heart eased, just a bit, when i heard the tall mans proposal. his golden locks and sharp jaw, gave me a sense of comfort. the others were timid around him, scared of his low tone and seriousness. "there is a safe place, where you can last centuries. you just need to be to the cooperate and i's standards" miss Venable seemed suspicious to his offer, maybe because she has a chance of being denied. coco seemed quite confident that she'd be accepted to the sanctuary; deep down, i knew langdon would find her as obnoxious as the rest of us do.
"He said the interviews start tomorrow" Mallory says quietly. I exhale and ponder of life outside the outpost. I trust that Langdon would take us somewhere safe, and better than this hellhole, but how does the cooperate have all these supplies. My thoughts are interrupted by Mallory throwing a novel at me. "here, i just finished this one, tell me how you like it, i gotta get back to cleaning" the loneliness fills the library Mallory exits. even though shes a grey, and im a purple, shes truly my only friend here. i dive into a few chapters of the book, literature being my only escape. the doors separating the library from the common area slowly open. i expect gallant or coco, coming to complain; yet the tall man with blonde locks stands in their place. our eyes meet, a rush of anxiety hits me. his hands run across the door frame as he approaches me. looking down at me, examining my book. "so you like reading?" his cool tones echoing. i nod my head "yes mr.langdon" he smiles at my manners and crosses his arms. "are you ready for your interview miss y/l/n" an intimidating smile forms upon his lips. without answering, he presents his hand to my level. "come with me dear" i gently take his hand, and follow him through the candlelit halls.
The warmth of his office flireplace gave me a sense of comfort as we entered his study. It's decorated with the minimalistic black walls & decor, just as the rest of the outpost. A few of his personal items linger, such as novels and his notebook. I slowly sink into the chair infront of his desk. His fingers gracefully run across the desk as he takes a seat in his leather chair. His hands rest on the table as he looks up to me. a wave of anxiety hits me, and my I struggle to keep my eyes in his gaze. he scoffs "miss y/l/n" he exhales "what are you afraid of?" my face shifts to look at him. my lips pursed "I don't really know anymore" I feel a lump in my throat. tears well in my eyes; as I shift my head away from him, he gently turns it back with his hand. "it's okay y/n" my cheek rests in his palm. this is the first time I've felt comfort in the outpost. is it strange considering he is the anti-christ; yet he brings the most comfort. a tear slips out and rolls onto his hand. I look up to see his head tilted, a concerned yet caring face stared back at me. I grab his wrist and lower his hand from my face. I begin feeling embarrassed that I'm crying in front of him. "i-i'm sorry mr.langdon, I don't mean to get emotional" he gives a warm smile "It's okay dear, I understand" he rises from his chair and comes to my seat across the table. "come here" the evil in his eyes turned to kind. I obey and shakily get up from my chair. his arms wrap around me, by instinct I wrap my arms around his waist. his warmth calms my tears and his scent eases my anxiety. he holds me for a few minutes, gently playing with my hair. it feels as if a weight lifted off of me while being in his arms. he pulls out from the hug and places a kiss on top of my head. "I know how it feels to be alone, for some odd reason I sympathize your pain, I promise I will ease your thoughts one day" a smile forms on my lips, knowing that just maybe I have found a person who will truly help me.
Summary: your childhood friend Mallory heard about your death so she decided to bring you back and after she brings you back you plan on getting your revenge on Michael.
Warning: angst, Mention abuse, torture, death, cheating, sad Michael
A/N: okay this is the last part of I own you and I made Ms.Meade soft in this part. I'm sorry it took me so long to post part 5 I lost motivation in writing I didn't proofread.
Taglist: @lavenderahs @kitty4860 @mllxngdonswife
After Michael killed you,Mead came in the room. When she saw your dead body on the bed she started crying. “Michael what have you done. You killed the woman who carried your child for 9 months. Why would you kill her, she loved you Michael she gave up everything to be with you. She the one who found you when you was lost and this is what she gets death.” “Come on Ms.Mead she wasn't in his plan.” Caroline said. “Yea she right y/n wasn't in my plans but Caroline is.” Michael said.
“I can't believe this, I'm very disappointed in you Michael I hope you're happy with this Raising a baby without a mother.” “she will have a mother Caroline is her new mother, not y/n.” “But listen, Michael, as she grows up the more she going to look like her real mother and then you going to regret everything.” ” I don't regret anything I did what I had to do.” “please get out Michael and leave the baby here.” “Fine, I will pick her up next week,” Michael said. After that Michael and Caroline both left.
“Oh, my sweet girl.” Ms.Mead said crying. “Why did he do this. Why did he cause you pain after everything you have done for him.” After mead stops crying she called Michael for help to get rid of your body. “Hey, Caroline I’m going back to Ms. Mead's house to help her get rid of y/n body.” “ Are you worried that her family or friends may check up on her or get worried if she doesn't call them,” said Caroline. “Y/n doesn't have a family she grew up in the Foster care System, jumping home to home, and she never had any friends the only friend had was her childhood friend but they barely talk. So there no need to worry no one will miss her trust me.” Michael said.
After Mead and Michael dump your body in a ditch. Mead turn around and said something to Michael. “I hope your happy.” Mead said in a whisper. “ I'm very happy I have everything that I need,” Michael said. “ But why would you kill her.” “Why do you care so much about her huh?” Mead just looks at Michael and shakes her head and she walks to her car and drove off, Leaving Michael by himself.
One year later
Mallory and CoCo was on a lunch date down town. Mallory was scrolling through the news when an article pop up she clicks it to read more about it. The article was talking about how they found a dead Woman's body decaying for a year in a ditch. They identify the body and it was yours, as Mallory was reading more she became sick to her stomach. “Mallory what's wrong.” “ M-My childhood friend y/n it's dead they found her body a year later, I-I can't believe this I haven’t seen her in year's.” “Hey,” CoCo said “ why don't you bring her back to life. It can help improve your powers.” “ That's a good idea but she lives in California we need to book a flight.” said Mallory.
Mallory and CoCo when back to their coven to tell their supreme their plan to bring you back. ”CoCo can you book the plane ticket from me, please.” “ I already have when we were in the car,” said CoCo. “ Wow, that was fast.” Mallory when upstairs to tell Cordelia that her and coco going to California to bring back her friend. As Mallory got close to her supreme office she knocks on the door. “Come in,” said Cordelia. “Hey, Cordelia I was just telling you that I and CoCo are going to California to bring back my friend.” “oh well have fun and be safe please be safe and call me when y'all get to California.” “ Will do” said Mallory.
(Michael’s point of view )
It's been a whole year seen Michael killed y/n. He and Caroline got married three months ago, Michael was happy with his new family but sometimes when he looks at his daughter all he can see is you. It was killing him she had your eyes, your hair texture. She was your twin and Michael felt guilty for taking his daughter's mother away for her. Michael has been a mess for the past week, losing Ms.Mead to the witches he was lost. Michael was planning on bringing you back to life. He misses you he can't stop thinking about you. Michael will cry himself to sleep because he felt so bad for abusing you.
Michael has been busy trying to end the world but Caroline had been doing things behind his back. Michael started to fell out of love with Caroline the only person he truly loves was you and he never going to stop loving you. You were the only person (besides Mead) that care about him and would never leave him. Day after day Michael was getting more and more stress. After a long day, Michael came to his daughter and wife. When Michael opened the door to his house all he can hear is loud moaning coming from upstairs. As he walks upstairs to his and Caroline shared bedroom he sees Caroline with another guy.
Michael was angry he opens the door walk over to the guy Caroline cheating on him with, Michael snapped his neck and he walks over to Caroline and started yelling at her. All Caroline can do is say sorry but does she mean it. Michael walks into his daughter's room to see if she okay she was still asleep. Michael when back to his room to yell at Caroline more he didn't care if he wakes his daughter up he was so angry why would she do that. He gave her everything she wants and needs and this is what he gets.
“ I could kill you just a snap of my finger, the only reason why I’m letting you live is your the only mother my daughter knows.” After that Michael when to his office to do more paper work. Three week of paper work and making Ms.Mead, Michael decide to bring you back. He misses you so much he thought he was happy with Caroline but he wasn’t happy with her ever if he tried she wasn’t you. He was sorry was treating you so bad and making you feel so alone. After he bring you back he was going to make it up to you make you his queen he needs you in his new world. He was hoping for you to forgive him.
Michael been looking for your soul for days. He when to your personal hell you wasn’t there he tried everything. Michael when home crying he feel like he lost everything in his life. The only thing that’s keeping him going is his daughter. Michael been thinking about getting rid of Caroline but after not finding you he kept her around for a little bit longer to find another way to get you back.
( Mallory point of View)
After bring you back Mallory and CoCo brought you back to New Orleans. You told them everything on how your boyfriend killed you and took your baby and how he abuse you everyday and how he killed your baby. Mallory was piss she wanted to kill him so bad. Both you and Mallory decided to get revenge on him. You told Mallory you wanted to kill Caroline for taking your boyfriend and child, she took everything from you and you want her to pay. 
You and Mallory were coming up with an idea on how to make Michael paid for what he did to you. You both found where Caroline works at so you both decide to pay her a lovely visit after she got off. You and Mallory waiting in the car until Caroline got off. “ I can't wait to kill this dumb bitch, she took everything from me.” said y/n. You saw Caroline walking out the door. You and Mallory got out of the car and follow her, you had the knife in your hand you couldn't wait any longer so got ran up to her and stabbed her in her back. You kept on  stabbing her over and over again. “Y/N that's enough we should go before anyone sees us,” said Mallory. You both ran back to the car and drove off.
Two days later you see Caroline on the news about how Caroline's boss found her body next to her car. You wonder how Michael feels now that his lover is dead. You were glad that Cordelia let you stay at the coven with them for a little until you and Mallory have y'all plan ready for Michael.
( Michael point of view )
Michael was getting ready for a meeting when he noticed Caroline Hasn’t come back home. He didn't think much of it, Michael, when to his daughter's room to walk her up and get her ready for daycare. When Michael was putting on clothes on his daughter he hears a knock on the door. Michael when downstairs with his daughter on his hips, opens the door and sees a cop. The cop told Michael that Caroline had died last night, Michael was lost of words he thanks the cops for telling. He was happy that she was dead but he was sad because she was the only mother his daughter know. Michael continues getting his daughter Straight for the day.
( y/n point of view )
Mallory and y/n spend days coming up with an idea to torture Michael. You and Mallory found out where Michael live and where he works at he works at a robot company. You decided to pay him a little visit at his job but Mallory stop you saying not yet. Both of y’all flew back to California to kill Michael. ”Mallory I found where my daughter goes to daycare can you pick her up and say your Michael assistant and I ask CoCo to fly down her she should be here in two hours.” Mallory waited until Coco got off the plane they both when to pick up your daughter.
After they pick her up CoCo took the baby to her parents house. It’s 10pm and you and Mallory are in the car waiting for Michael to come out. 15 mins later you saw Michael walking to his car, you both got out the car and walk slowly to him. You had a brick in your hands and you ran up to him and started Hitting him until he passed out , you drag his body in your car and you drove to this abandon asylum. 
You tied Michael to a chair, he was still knocked cold so you grabbed cold water and splash it on his face. “Wakey wake.” said y/n. “Y/n,” Michael said. “ Yes, Michael I'm alive.” “wait how I been looking for you for weeks now I tried everything to bring you back but I guess she beat me to it,” said Michael. “She did beat you to it.” “listen very close to me Michael you treated me like a piece of trash and you took my baby away from me and you killed me. I killed Caroline and now I'm going to Tortured the hell are you, after I’m down with you, your going to be wishing that I killed you.” Said y/n
Mallory give you the whip, you untied Michael and chained him up to the ceiling. You gave Michael 20 whips and was a crying mess, begging you to stop you didn’t listen you kept on until you got to 100. His back was all bloody and mark up. You smile at the work you did. It was Mallory turn she carved asshole on his back and she continue to be put degrading words on his body. Michael beg y’all to stop he keep asking for you to forgive him. You still didn’t listen.
5 hours later Michael wasn’t moving that much you didn’t care one bit, he was a bloody mess and look like a hot mess, his hair a mess blood Leaking down to the ground. “Y/n,” Michael said in a whisper. “Will you ever forgive me.” “No,” said y/n. “I think you should stay where you at and think about what you have done.” “Don’t leave me here y/n please don't leave me,” Michael said crying. “ I think it's too late baby I see you soon.” Y/N DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME PLEASE I LOVE YOU I'M SORRY FOR THE WAY I TREATED YOU PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME.” “bye Michael.” “Y/N PLEASE YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME REMEMBER I STILL OWN YOU. “I see you haven’t changed.”
“Goodbye Michael.” said y/n after that you and Mallory left Michael all by himself. You when to CoCo parents house to see your daughter for the first time in a year. When you open the door you see CoCo and your daughter laughing. You walk up to them and your daughter turn around and smiled at you. You swear you head her call you mama but she got off from coco lap and ran up to you. You never felt this happy in your life.
18 months later
You and your daughter were stuck at outpost 3. You wish Cordelia didn't have to wipe Mallory and Coco‘s memory. You miss them coco was a bitch with her new personality everyone was so boring but your daughter loves everyone at the outpost. As y'all were eating yall hear a loud noise. You were wondering who was coming into the outpost. After y'all was done eating Ms.Venable told everyone to meet in the library. She was telling us that someone special had come here to talk to us about saving us. As y'all was waiting I'll hear footstep coming closer and closer and when you turn around you was shock to see Michael.
His hair was long and look beautiful, you was wondering if he still have the scar on him. But you see your daughter smiling and yelling “daddy” and she was trying to run to him but you stop her just in time. You see Michael smiling at her and he smile at you.
“Hello my name is Langdon and I represent the  Cooperative, I won’t sugar coat anything”.
I have read all the posts on the subject, and since there is some truth in the two arguments, I would like to try to calm the spirits of the fandom :
First, we always have to remember that we don't have the same lives, the same experiences, and so even if we don't agree with someone, we have to respect their feelings.
Personally, I don't care about likes, comments, or reblogs. I was desperate the first year when no one seemed to like what I was posting, I wondered if I should stop, it was almost an obsession, I compared myself with other blogs. Then over time, I learned not to pay attention to it. Now some posts have over 100 notes, some still only have 20, but that's okay.
There are no obligations to like or share. Especially if it's not our taste. There is a lot of writing that I have not reblogged because I did not like them enough. Sometimes I don't even leave a like. But that's because it's not my taste, that doesn't mean that the writing was bad or that no one else is going to like it. On the other hand, if I really like, then I reblog, because I want everyone to see these wonderful writings.
I know this, so I accept that some, well a lot, of my posts don't get shared much. I know this is not going to appeal to everyone. But since I write mostly for myself, it doesn't hurt me, not anymore. I don't have to post my writings here. Sometimes I don't, I don't want or need it.
Beside that, I closed the requests. Because I was no longer motivated to write for others. Not because they didn't like what I had done, but because it had become an obligation. A lot of the ideas were great, but I wasn't enjoying myself anymore, I was writing like a machine, and that's not the point.
In the end, everyone is therefore a little right. Authors have the right to be sad and angry because no one is reacting. They also have the right to not care.
You don't have to like, comment, or reblog, but it's best if you really love the content. Yes, some like me don’t care, but some writers need to see that you like what they are doing. I was like that once, I understand. It can be very hard to think that you are not welcome or that your writings are not good.
If it's a requirement because you're on a taglist, especially if you haven't asked for it, or because you're afraid of being rejected, then there's a problem. Or of you don’t because some people said you should’t, because they don’t like this blog, it’s even worst.
Most of us know what's going on on the Discord... I'm so sorry that a Fandom that could have been great ends up like this. But we do know who, and if they're happy with the same stories over and over again, by the same writers, who are mostly only rebloging each other, I respect that too.
But hate and bullying is never a good thing, or funny, or normal. I'm going to remind one last time that Cody Fern himself was harassed, so I don't understand how you can call yourself a fan and act like that, for whatever reason.
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Thank you. I hope all the Fern community a good day. We don’t have to all be friends and like the same things. But we can be respectful and try to share this website for our entertainment; even more during this pandemic.
Michael would often be the big spoon whilst cuddling, but if he was upset he’d be the little spoon.
Feeling worthless and insecure would be a reoccurring feeling for Michael.
“I’m worthless, y/n. You may as well leave me to die like the rest of the world has done.” Michael sobbed as his knees gave out beneath him, throwing him to the cold floor as his tears stained his rosy cheeks.
“Don’t say that, Michael! I’m not leaving you, I’m staying here for as long as you need me to be.” You sputtered through sniffles as you dropped to the side of Michael, now curled up in a ball before you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into an embrace.
When he’s feeling much better in himself, he can’t take his eyes off you. He makes sure to tell you he loves you, every single second of the day.
Whether it’s through him whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as you both cuddle in the security of your shared bedroom, or staring at you in pure admiration when you’re doing the simplest of tasks.
When Michael argues with Constance, Tate or Ben, he comes to you immediately.
Ranting to you about how he’s a monster and that he doesn’t deserve you or anything nice at all. Michael would often get himself so distraught, it normally ends in you comforting him the best you could.
You would play with his soft, curly blonde locks, you would spend your time reassuring him that he isn't the things he believes he is - there's good in him, but you're the only one that can see it.
He would cry into your shirt for hours on end at times. "What they're saying is true, I'm a monster Y/N and I'll hurt you like I've hurt everyone else I've crossed paths with. J-Just leave now before I cause you any pain." He would sputter out through tears.
"No, Michael. I'm not giving up on you not now, not never. You deserve love just like everyone else." You would speak softly as you slid a couple of fingers under his chin, lifting his face out of your shirt to face you.
When he's invited to go to Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, you come along with him for support.
You would be so proud of him when he passed the 'Seven Wonders', his eyes lighting up with pride and happiness as he met your eyes in the crowded room of people. He was amounting to the great things you had told him he was destined for.
Outpost! Michael.
Your relationship with Michael matured a lot through the years. The idea of Michael being the Antichrist was a concept you couldn't come to grips with at first, cause in your eyes Michael was pure of heart and soul.
But the information started to slowly sink in when you heard about the plans for the end of the world and how Michael was going to deliver that.
Michael did everything with your best interests in heart. He had already reserved several spots at different outposts for your family so you’d feel more relieved about your family’s confirmed survival.
He would hate it if you ever questioned his decisions or the way he ran things but he’d never reject your opinions and constructive criticism. Instead, he’d take them on board and consider them.
If Michael ever ran into a problem that he possibly couldn’t take care of himself, you would be his first port of call. Michael came to you about anything and everything, big or small - he had been doing that from the second he had known you and trusted you.
Not only had your relationship with Michael matured over the years, but he also grew protective of you, even more so over the past months whilst living at Outpost 3.
He would make sure that everyone in the outpost knew who you belonged to and was dating. He also let them know what the consequences were if they were rude to you or even looked at you in the wrong way. They’d be sure to pay the price.
Whenever there was a gathering downstairs, you would always be stood beside Michael. He made sure that everyone knew that you were his equal, helping to run and better the outpost alongside him.
During the gatherings, he’d always have a whole hand or a few fingers on you; either placed on the lace of your dress that covered your back or interlocked with your small fingers, the rings of his cold against your bare hands.
If the dark markings that were placed on your neck weren’t a huge give-away to who you belonged to, then the excessive touching at the gatherings would be the cherry on top.
Sometimes Michael would go OTT with the markings, making them that dark on purpose so no amount of makeup could even dim the dark purple tone of the hickey.
A Ride on the Other Side (Sub!Duncan ShepherdXDom!Female Reader)
A/N: (Thank you @alexcornerblog for trusting me again with your request, Babe! <3) Bored Dom!Duncan wants to try something new, and luckily he has his Bestie to teach him “the ways of the Force”.
Warnings: Smut. DomXSub play. Unprotected sex (as the Spice Girls would say, “be a little bit wiser, baby, put it on”). And, since I wrote this, get ready to watch some feelings being felt! ;)
Word Count: 4,5 K.
I had been friends with Duncan Shepherd for most of my adult life. We met at College, I noticed he was one of the brightest students in class, a real teacher’s favourite, and decided to get close to him. That’s how my competitive thinking works: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. If I wanted to be the best, I’d better join the best... instead of fighting them. There was nothing even remotely romantic about our relationship. Except for that one stupid night, in freshman year. But once we got the sexual tension out of the way, with disastrous results for everyone involved, we were free to be good friends.
After graduation we moved to DC together. Duncan had always felt a burning passion for politics, I was just in love with the city. We both got our internships during the same Summer, him at the Capitol, me at the Smithsonian. And all these years we’ve lived in Washington made us develop a few weekly rituals. One of my favourites was going to his apartment in the morning when we both had the day off. I’d take fresh brewed coffee with me, and some pastry for Duncan’s sugar cravings. We’d have breakfast together and then he’d let me enjoy the view from the balcony of his penthouse while I read a book. He was pleased to share the comforts his family’s money could buy with a friend, and I was glad to keep him company.
“‘Morning, Shepherd!”, the more hungover he looked the more I’d use an annoying sing-song tone to greet him.
“Really, tho? Are you sure it’s already morning?”, I had grown desensitised to Duncan’s attractiveness over the years, his baby-blue eyes and light scruff felt simply mundane to me.
“It’s almost afternoon, to be honest...”, I let myself in, while he sleepily rubbed his eyes, “they were out of cherry danish, so I got you cheese, I hope that’s ok.”
“Cheese is fine... please, come on in.”, that was his attempt at sarcasm, I was already halfway into the kitchen.
“For the love of God, drink your coffee, you’re grumpier than usual this morning... and that’s saying a lot!”
I’d never have to worry about walking in on him with company. He’d rarely take his hookups to his place, he preferred expansive hotels. That way he could show off his wealth, estabilishing dominance, but also “avoid giving off a false sense of intimacy”, as he said. “So who’s your date this morning? Fitzgerald? Yeats? Or are you back to your goth phase with that Poe compilation?”, he seemed instantly more alive after his first sip of coffee, he was almost smiling. “Shakespeare. I felt like revisiting Hamlet... sometimes you just gotta give your first love a second chance.”, I smiled showing him my old leather-bound copy of Tragedies by Shakespeare.
“But I’m expecting an e-mail from work... do you mind if I use your computer? I thought my phone was charging last night but it wasn’t, it’s dead as a doorknob...”, I was already walking towards his home office, without waiting for a reply.
“Sure...”, he mumbled while taking a cheese danish from the paper-bag I’d brought, “good morning, you beauty!”. “I’m gonna pretend I’m not offended that you’re greeting your breakfast with a lot more enthusiasm than you greeted me...”, I shouted towards the kitchen, while I was sitting on his desk and pulling the laptop open.
The computer was already on, it was just closed, and that was unusual for someone as highly organised as Duncan. “You forgot to turn it off last night, are you ok...”, I was saying when I heart a loud “OH SHIT” from the kitchen. I looked at the screen and “oh shit”, indeed. There was a cheap-looking porn video playing in full volume. I’ve always thought Duncan was a man of more refined tastes, but that was not the weirdest thing about it. The leather-clad couple onscreen was already going to town but it was the girl, wearing a stereotypical dominatrix outfit and a harness, that was thrusting mercilessly into a guy on all fours, with a ball gag in his mouth.
Duncan shot into the room, now fully awake. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape, looking more terrified than I’d ever seen him. He hastily shut the laptop again, not daring to look at me. I just sat there with a blank expression, looking at my old friend, waiting for an explanation. “I’m gonna lend you a chord, you can charge your phone and check your e-mails... ok?”, with the most awkward little grin he left the room, blushing bright-red. I followed him, still unable to speak.
The thing is, Duncan had always been a proud Dom. It was part of who he was, being an influential man, from a prominent family. He had a reputation. The girls who threw themselves at his feet were already expecting that from him. He had things done his way in absolutely every aspect of his life. Always. I think he actually got off on that power. It seemed impossible that the famous Duncan Shepherd would be fantasising about being pegged by a girl in what could only be described as a dominatrix costume. And we were both very similar in our tastes that way, and we’ve always respected each other too much to try and change one another. That was also part of what made us incompatible in the bedroom, and kept our friendship safe from any unwanted sexual tension all these years.
“Duncan, what... why... are you ok?”
“Can we just... never talk about it again, please?”
“Yes.”, I lowered my eyes in second-hand embarrassment.
“I’m just... I’m so tired!”, he ran his hands over his own face, and sat heavily down on the couch.
“Of what? Not having your ass split in half?”, I chuckled, he didn’t, “come on, Duncan... it’s me! You know I won’t judge... I just wanna understand.”, I sat on the couch by his side, and I though about putting a hand to his shoulder, but decided against it. For some reason it felt inappropriate to touch him now.
“It’s just... it’s always the same, y’know... all those girls, always willing to lick my boots on command, all of them so eager to please...”
“Poor you, Duncan! It must be a nightmare...”, he narrowed his eyes at me, “I’m sorry, go on.”
“You really are a pain in my ass, you know...”, he sighed deeply before continuing, “I’m just sick of standing up to other people’s expectations... I wanted to know what it’s like. The other side. To be free to just... enjoy the moment. Does that make sense?”, his clear blue eyes fell on me, full of honesty, in a way I knew he wouldn’t with anyone else.
“It does make sense. I just... I don’t understand why you wouldn’t talk to me about it, instead of resorting to cheap internet porn. That’s so tacky, Duncan...”
“You’ve always made it perfectly clear that you found me the most unappealing man on Earth... I saw no reason to.”
“I never said you’re unappealing... I said you can’t handle me.”
“Oh, I can handle you.”, he smirked trying to regain the upper hand.
“Oh, really, Mr. Three Minutes? I don’t think you can...”
“It was just that one time! I was very young... and I was drunk.”
“Finishing early was not the problem... but did you have to go and fall asleep right afterwards?”
“I was tired! It was exam week!”
“You’re always tired, grandpa! Were you too young, or too old... you gotta pick one!”
We just laughed it off, as we usually did. That’s how this conversation always ended, it was our way of not letting that incident get in the way of our relationship. And it also worked to ease the tension from what had just happened. We were ok, again. The awkwardness was gone.
“Anyway... that’s not something I wanted to discuss with the only girl who will never let me forget how completely unsatisfied she was the one time she shared my bed.”
“Or you could use this opportunity to clean your reputation...”
“What?”
“What?”
“Are you serious?”
“I could be.”
“My best friend is willing to... dom... me?”
It was just too cute, the way he called me his best friend! Duncan could be so precious when he thought no one was paying attention...
“Why not? We’ve known each other forever... We trust each other. You’re decent looking, if I squint my eyes and forget you’re a Republican. If you don’t find me completely repulsive, this could work!”
“I don’t find you repulsive at all.”, and at that, the bastard unleashed the full power of his gaze on me. And I realised that it wasn’t that I was desensitised to his charms, he’d simply stopped trying to seduce me. Until that moment.
“Ok.”, I took a deep breath, steadying myself, “how about I come back here tonight, and give you a tour on ‘the other side’, as you called it?”
“You would do that?”
“It doesn’t have to be such a big deal... we could just play a little, get you a taste of it... we don’t even need go as far as undressing, if it feels too awkward! I think I’ll survive without seeing those cute little buttocks... again.”
“Sounds like a plan...”, he nodded thoughtfully, a familiar crease between his eyebrows, the one he had when he was already thinking about a thousand future scenarios for something.
I got up from the couch, surprising even myself, “ok, so I’m gonna take off, now... I’ll come back later?”, he just nodded and I did the last thing I thought I would do when I entered his apartment this morning. I leaned over, running my fingers through his soft curls, still a little disheveled from sleep, and kissed him full on the mouth. His soft lips parted a little in surprise, and I pushed my tongue between them, massaging his. I tightened my grip on his hair, our tongues still pressing flat against each other, and heard a soft moan vibrating on his throat. I ended the kiss nibbling gently on his lower lip, and flashed him my brightest smile, “see you tonight, Big D.”
It was just so Duncan how he made a project out of it. If he was going to be a Sub for one night, then he was going to be the best Sub in the entire history of Subs. He spent most of the afternoon texting me, asking questions about the proper attire, music, lighting... he asked me if champagne was ok, or did I prefer something stronger. I felt tempted to reply “black Earl Grey tea”, just to mess with him. On his latest text he was asking if I thought scented candles were better than unscented ones. I texted him back saying he should buy the ones that melt at a bearable temperature. He could just go to the candle shop and bother someone else, I was beginning to feel a little nervous with all those texts, and that was not part of the plan.
I arrived at the building precisely at the arranged time. I wore a trench-coat over my black dress, and thigh-high black stockings under it. If he was into the stereotype, and judging by the video he’d been watching he was, I didn’t want to disappoint him from the get go. He opened the door and I wondered how I could’ve ever thought I was immune to this man. There was no other word to describe him, he looked perfect. The hair, the clothes, the expansive fragrance emanating from his body in just the right amount. And the gorgeous smile he greeted me with was just the cherry on top!
“You look very nice... the trench-coat was a nice touch!”, he took my hand after shutting the door and gave it a gentle kiss, his eyes fixed on mine. After a second of intense eye-contact, that felt like it lasted for at least a couple of weeks, he started leading me towards his bedroom by the hand he had never let go of. Duncan’s bedroom: the Final Frontier. I was about to boldly go where no girl has gone before. The room looked carefully arranged to be seductively comfortable. His attention to detail was truly remarkable. The candles, the cloud-soft bed linen, the fire crackling pleasantly in the fireplace, my favourite flowers everywhere and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. The butterflies in my stomach told me that maybe I should have chosen the “something stronger” option of beverage, after all.
He poured champagne in two crystal flutes as I left my handbag on an arm chair and began unbuttoning my trench-coat. “What’s in the bag?”, the deliberately cool tone he used suggested that he might have been feeling just a tad more nervous than he wanted me to know. “Stuff. You know. Things.”, I gave him a half-smile raising an eyebrow.
“A mysterious handbag... You’re like a naughty Mary Poppins!”, it was his time to look at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Whatever flies your kite... so to speak.”, I took the flute he offered me and was already about to down its content when I realised he wanted to make a toast.
“To the bonds of friendship... and new boundaries.”, he smirked lightly.
“To not limiting yourself.”, I added clinking the glasses.
I emptied the flute a little faster than what would be considered elegant for a young lady, and handed it back to him for a refill, “Safe word?” I asked taking the full flute back. He pondered the question for a moment, his face lighting up when he found an answer “Kite.”, he gave me a most devilish grin, before he began to drain his second flute of champagne as well.
“Should I call you by any particular name?”
“Sure. Call me Madam President.”
“What???”
“I’m kidding, Duncan, relax... Ma’am usually does it.”
Setting both empty flutes aside, I approached him. I pressed me whole body against his, and grabbing a fistful of his hair I kissed him again, I used my teeth this time and I sucked hard on his full lips, until they were red and slightly swollen. “Shoes and socks off. And be a darling and remove that overpriced shirt you’re wearing, dear.” I took my time walking around him, my fingertips barely brushing his naked chest and back. His skin was so smooth and slightly tanned. I stood behind him and left a wet kiss in the middle of his back, my fingers ghosting the length of his arms, and he shivered in a very satisfying way “Your belt.”
I tied the belt he handed me around his wrists, behind his back, and went to stand in front of him again. I slowly removed my lacy black panties and placed them inside his front pocket with a wink, then I took a candle in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other. I blew the candle out slowly, watching the flame reflected in his eyes wavering and being extinguished “I hope for your own good that you got the right kind of candle”, and I let some of the wax drop on Duncan’s naked chest. He hissed and I poured some of the icy cold champagne over the wax, and licked the droplets of the cool drink off his nipples, suckling and biting ever so gently on the sensitive skin. Looking up I saw him biting onto his lower lip to try and muffle a moan. “Do you like it?”, he merely nodded in response, “you better start using your words, Shepherd.”, I dropped some more wax, on his shoulder this time, and poured a little more champagne over it, stopping the liquid from dripping down his arm with my tongue. “Yes, Ma’am. I like it.”
“So you like a little pain, hm? I always thought that was a healthy mindset...”, I picked a riding crop from inside my bag and, without a warning, his the back of Duncan’s thighs hard with it. He gasped loudly in shock. “Now, don’t be such a baby, that can’t possibly have hurt that bad. Not with your pants on.”, I hit him again, “Tell me: Did I hurt you?” - “No, Ma’am.”, I used the leather tip of the crop under his chin to make him look at me “Do you want me to?”. He looked in my eyes like he was seeing me for the first time, his cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink “I do. I wouldn’t want anyone else to.”, the way his eyes widened told me he wasn’t expecting this answer any more than I was.
I undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles “Step out of them and bend over the edge of the bed.”, I was sure the skin on the back of his thighs was stinging pretty bad, now, every blow of the crop was marking him in a vivid red. But Duncan took it like a soldier, barely whimpering at all. I was surprised to see that he was actually bucking his hips against the bed, trying to get whatever friction he could, between the hits. “Shepherd, are you really humping the bed? Like a dog?”, I did my best not to laugh at his embarrassed expression, “Maybe. Would that be... wrong?”, I had to actually bite on my own tongue to keep myself from laughing. “Kneel on the floor, Shepherd... Away from the bed!”
I kicked my stylettos off and went on my knees in front of him, running my fingernails over his inner thighs while kissing his neck. I deliberately avoided touching the hard bulge in his boxer briefs for now, and felt him softly nuzzling the curve of my neck, dragging his nose over my jawline, his lips desperately searching for mine, his chest heaving more with every breath. “Please”, he whimpered in my ear. “‘Please’, what?”, I pulled back to look at him. “Please... touch me. Ma’am.”, his voice was just a breathy whisper.
“Oh, I don’t think so.”, I got up from my knees and sat on the bed right in front of him slowly removing my stockings, my parted legs giving him the front row view as a touched myself, instead of him. He exhaled shakily, incapable of shutting his plump lips again, a feverish look in his eyes as he watched my fingers working. I took one finger from my core to his lips and he obediently sucked it clean. With one hand in his hair, I pulled his face towards one of my thighs. He left a trail of wet kisses as he went, the grazing of his stubble on my inner thighs almost enough to send me over the edge, before his lips connected to the wetness between my legs.
So Duncan Shepherd could eat pussy, after all. Who’d have thought? And he wasn’t bad at it, either! Lapping up my juices like a starved puppy, eagerly pushing his tongue between my folds... if he felt like hitting my cervix with his tongue, I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him he couldn’t. By all means, young man, try! But I had to use one of my feet against his chest to gently push him away, pulling on his hair to make him look at me “Will you stop dry-humping my leg like a mongrel, Shepherd?”, he just nodded his parted lips deliciously pink and wet, and I allowed him to go back to work.
With his soft lips closing around my clit, suckling hard, and his tongue giving hungry licks to the sensitive bundle, it wasn’t long before I was rocking my hips against his face, my entire body shaking in a toe-curling orgasm. I came back from my high to find a very satisfied-looking Duncan smirking at me from between my thighs “And you thought I couldn’t handle you”, he wiggled his eyebrows. I didn’t know if I wanted to slap his face or kiss him. So I did both.
Tasting myself on his lips and tongue, I helped him get rid of his boxer briefs, running my hands on his round butt-cheeks, letting my fingers slip between them and teasing his entrance. He jumped and broke the kiss, his eyes round “Whoa!! What the hell?!”, his voice an octave higher than usual “Are you serious?!”, he was staring at me in startled disbelief. “Duncan, I’m a Dom, not a rapist... I won’t force anything upon you.”
I made us both stand up and removed the belt from his wrists. I held him from behind, pressing my body on his back, running my hands over his chest and belly, feeling the muscles of his abdomen flex at my touch, while he ran his own hands over his bruised wrists. “I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to. But I am here to help you experiment things you would never allow yourself to try, otherwise... those who have experienced prostatic orgasm say it’s a most extremely intense sensation. It’s a powerful source of pleasure you know nothing about.”, I ran one hand over a soft butt-cheek again “Aren’t you... curious, Duncan?”, I asked in a whisper against his ear, letting my lips touch his earlobe, one finger brushing the crease on the curve where his butt met his thigh.
He turned around to face me very slowly. His eyes burning on mine. He simply let out a sigh and cupped my face in his hands, kissing me slow and deeply “Yes.”, he whispered against my lips. I could not believe this was actually happening. I was in a dazed dream-like state as I walked to my bag and picked up the strap-on, feeling slightly light-headed as I adjusted the harness around my hips. Duncan poured more champagne in the flutes and we drained three of them without a word. I pointed towards the bed with a tilt of my head and he laid himself on his stomach, obediently.
I applied a generous amount of lube to my rubber appendix and joined him on the bed. I couldn’t help saying “Now... let’s pop that cherry, shall we?” and giving him a light slap to his ass, to try and ease the tension that was building up inside me as well. Unsuccessfully, it only made me more nervous and I’m pretty sure it didn’t have a calming effect on him, either. I lifted his hips slightly towards me, and pushed the piece of rubber into him, as slow and gently as I could. He moaned very softly, but the knuckles of the hands that grabbed the sheets were already white. I pulled out a little and pushed back in a few times, before I felt his hips trembling under my hands and heard a louder moan escaping his lips, and I knew I was finally hitting that sweet spot inside him. Duncan turned his head around a little to look at me, a fire I had never seen before - not even on election night 2016 - burning in his eyes. With that piercing blue gaze staring into my soul, I heard his voice in a raspy tone that was completely new to me “Harder.”
I turned Duncan around to make him lie on his back, and lifted his hips, so I could keep fucking into him from between his legs, facing him. I wanted to look at him. I wanted to see his pleasure building up. To see the surprise in his eyes at the new sensation, the way he was biting onto the back of his hand to muffle his moans. I thrust hard and steady, watching the mighty Duncan Shepherd coming undone beneath me. Writhing his entire body in ecstasy, his eyes shut tight, his full lips curling up when an animalistic groan escaped him during his climax.
I pulled out and threw the strap away, laying myself by his side and kissing his lips, one gentle hand caressing his face. He looked completely fucked out and that was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His hair was sticking a little to his sweaty forehead, his cheeks were adorably flushed. His eyes were glowing on mine and an awed grin was dancing on his lips. “That was amazing!!”, his voice came out a little louder than usual between sharp gasps, and I kissed him again. “You know, it doesn’t have to be over, yet...”, I ran my fingertips over his cock, still impossibly hard after his dry orgasm.
The look of surprised wonder on his face when I straddled his hips was just priceless! I pulled the little black dress out above my head and eased myself on him, letting Duncan fill me up for the first time since that one night, all those years ago, and I wondered what had taken us so long to get there. He sat up, one hand firm on the small of my back, the other entangled in my hair and looked into my eyes, for what felt like a very long time, before whispering “Finally”, one corner of his mouth going up. I felt tears stinging my eyes at the intense feeling that was held in that single word, and I heard myself whispering “Welcome home, Duncan” back at him.
He thrust his hips up, eyes still on mine, and buried his face on my breasts while I bounced on his lap, and I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his lips while I rocked my own hips against his. I felt myself clenching around him at the same time his throbbing cock released his warm load inside me. I could have screamed from pleasure, and I’m pretty sure I did. And so did Duncan. We held each other in our arms for a long time after I felt him go soft inside me. We just wouldn’t dare to move, we were too comfortable like that: Finally where we belonged. Running our fingertips over each others backs, giving each other soft kisses on shoulders, necks and lips. Just listening to our own breathing growing steadier in unison, and the gentle crackle of the fire.
I fell asleep in Duncan Shepherd’s warm embrace, something I would have said was absolutely impossible, if someone had asked me twelve hours before. We’d have to go out to get coffee and danishes together the next morning. But if this was to become our new weekly ritual, I thought I could live with that.
