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It Was Fun Till It Lasted

Duncan Shepherd x F1 Pilot Female! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I have been a bit silent the latest weeks, but I just got hit by the inspiration train as of lately (even more after all the F1 glory we have been getting) and I just thought about a small drabble, about Duncan in the race car universe.

Not as a driver, but more like a sponsor.

This is very PWP, even for my sentimental ass, so I do hope that you’ll like it, even though it isn’t the most perfect thing ever (just to warn you).

Also I just wanted to give @guiltyfiend a big shoutout because she has been a constant source of inspiration for me with various fics (‘Quid Pro Quo’ has been the main reason why for the existence of this drabble) so do check out her lovely fics!

I am also personally, maybe (since I don’t feel apprecciated in the other fandoms I am in) of making a few comebacks in this fandom, if any of you would like iit obviously!

So, please, if you want more, don’t forget to leave some kind of feedback I truly apprecciate it from the bottom of my heart and it’ll truly make my heart beat stronger and my fingers write faster!

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Have a nice reading!

SUMMARY: Galas can be annoying things, but when an handsome fellow accidentally drenches you in champagne there are many ways your night might change.

WORDS: 5,4 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Sexism, Misogyny, Harassment On The Workplace, Inaccurate Portrayal of The F1 World, Inaccurate Way Of Cleaning Champagne From Clothes, Sex, Slight Dirty Talk, Mirror Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Sex Between Strangers.

You sipped slowly from the flute of champagne you had managed to steal, meanwhile your boss wasn’t looking, since you had been instructed to avoid getting yourself drunk till you got the trophy in your hand, to avoid replacing the ‘drunk Kimi meme’ in the F1 world.

But it was difficult for you, an introvert, to feel at ease in a room full of different people.

A few of them were gladly ignoring you, but more were looking at you like you were some kind of freak in a costume, which was probably the best description for being one pilot of the only all-female team existing in F1.

You had grown up with the myths of Ayrton Senna and Niki Lauda, thanks to your grandfather and his the passion for fast cars and elegant ones, raising you as some kind of substitute to him, who had never been able to race, having had various problematics with his own health.

An heartattack at seventy had taken him away, just as you signed your first contract with the F2.

You had been partnered with a male pilot, and although the car wasn’t the fastest, you had managed to become much better than your partner, eventually getting yourself fired because females, in a place like F1, couldn’t raise to fame, throwing you in a depression that had brought you almost on the verge…

… but then your newest F1 stable had brought you back, giving you a car that wasn’t definitely one of the best you could have gotten but it had gotten you through a nice first season, and you had actually arrived at the sixth position in the constructors’ championship, alongside your partner…

… who, right now, didn’t look less bothered than you, at this fancy party.

But Abigail could definitely hold the curious gazes better than you.

You might have needed something more than champagne to get through a night like this.

You had begged your stable director to just bring Abigail, the social butterfly out of the two of you, but he had just insisted that ‘having two beauties on his arm would have done him and the stable more good than just one’.

And aside from the blatantly sexist part of the comment, you knew he was right.

Sponsors had been rushing to you this season because the media had focused much attention on the importance of new female figures in races, but now that the novelty was rushing off a few had decided to let you go, so you had to grab a few new ones, convincing them through either the use of your talk and your feminine charm.

‘… I had almost thought that he’d ask us to sleep with the sponsors to get them to stay’ had commented Abigail, as you both set yourself up for the night, the elegant rented dresses waiting for you on the comfortable bed of the expensive suite of the hotel ‘… it was this close to becoming an episode of ‘Law & Order: SVU’.

And now Abigail was being her usual chatty with a few sponsors fawning around her, as you tried to down the flute of champagne almost as if it was a full bottle of vodka, something that you honestly missed and stared at the expensive drink in the glass.

If only your glare could turn it in something that would give you more liquid courage.

A few of the rookies had been tried to talk with you and you had been extremely happy to have someone approach you, but soon the chat had diffused itself and all the drivers had been called back by their own director, and you had found yourself alone, again, and with annoying stares upon you.

Many of the pilots from the other stables had tried to get you in bed with them, and you knew that there were various bets going on about getting you or Abigail to finally relent your ‘haughty pretenses’, not to talk about the fact that the entire media platform and magazines had been set up on you and Abigail, waiting for any false step of yours.

You had been dubbed ‘the sole chance for feminism to raise’ and everyone was waiting for you to fall.

To prove that F1 wasn’t female territory.

So, you had been rigorously swearing off any coupling with the other drivers.

The fact that you found it already quite difficult to combine your training and the various galas you had to attend with an healthy social life, certainly did help with the whole ‘chastity promise’ thing.

And you never regretted such a choice during the race season.

The ‘no sex’ rule helped you during the competition, keeping your mind in the game, but now that the driving season was ended and you were finally enjoying your well-deserved holiday, you couldn’t help but hate thoroughly the situation you had landed yourself in, only able to rely on your hand and a few interesting toys.

But otherwise, utterly frustrated.

And yet unable to come up with a solution on such a short notice.

Dicks didn’t grow up on trees, these days.

You just bumped in them, apparently.

Because, as you were halfway through having your second drink of the night, counting on the fact that the director of your stable was halfway through a successful talk with some well-dressed older gentlemen, hence making him quite busy already and unable to check up on you, you clashed against a wall.

A wall of muscles, at a second glance.

A breathing wall of muscles, at third glance.

But you were far more interested by the fact that the bump-in had just made you spill your entire drink on your Givenchy rented dress, the one that costed more than your apartment rent, something that made a loud ‘shit’ leave your mouth and making the ‘wall of muscles’ raise his head towards you, as he noticed the stain.

And then, when you noticed that ‘wall of musclea’ had a pretty face and an even prettier body, a softer ‘shit’ left your mouth.

What a way to make an impression.

“Oh Gosh, I am sorry!” American accent, no British accent.

That was probably where Mother Nature had drawn in blessing him with all the ‘fucking handsome man’ gifts.

His handsome face was elegantly touched up by high cheekbones and feature that had something of roguish matched with elegant traits and darker colors, making him stand out as someone who wasn’t definitely a pilot or a journalist.

Which was ideal for you.

Such an refined face was matched with an elegant tailored body, the suit definitely made for him and him solely, knowing perfectly how to highlight each and every trait of a body that was obtained through attentive work, a careful one that was meant to impose itself or pump his muscles with no aim, but to give him a lean appearance of power.

That definitely worked with you.

“… oh” brain to Earth, brain to Earth, (Y/N), say something intelligent ‘… it was an accident’.

Tell that to the lady that will want the dress back.

But for now, that wasn’t your main concern.

Which was the handsome man in front of you.

But you couldn’t just hump him right there, not only because you were pretty sure that it would have been described as ‘sexual harassment’, but all the spotlight was set up on you, hence all the cameras were focused on every little small mistake you could have done, intensifying them in a way that didn’t happen with men.

You had to be perfect, but even more than that.

You had to be the male everyone thought you were, although you lacked of the attributes.

So, flirting was considered a hellish sin.

“Gosh, I am… extremely sorry” he repeated again, as his eyes shared a quick glance with yours, and you just nodded your head as if you had to confirm to him that you had heard him clearly the first time, before ducking to the restroom, hoping to be able to scrub away the stain, at least to avoid its yellowish color on the stark white of your dress.

But before you could start raising the dress off your legs, where the stain was more evident, you were followed inside by the man, and before you could utter any protest, he caught the ones in your eyes.

“I swear I am not a creeper” he raised his hands as if to reinforce this “… I just… you shouldn’t scrub on silk, it’ll just ruin the fabric, just ran the water and then wait for it to dry, some alcohol and a bit of bleach might also help, the stain will come out, with a single wash… I swear”.

You had a million questions for the stranger, unsure if you shouldn’t have already screamed at him for having entered the ladies restroom, but you just assumed that he was the first handsome guy ever to come with a cute personality.

And good domestic knowledge.

That was meant to always do something to a lady.

“… thank you” you settled on uttering, comforted by the fact that the guy turned around to leave you some privacy, but you couldn’t just let go such an opportunity, even more when you were in some kind of secluded area, and he didn’t look like the type that had a secret go-pro camera under his clothes.

Some girl that you had once met in a bathroom at one of the races had turned out to have one, as she egged on commenting some shit over Abigail.

Unluckily for her, Abigail was in the other stall and she had flushed in the noisiest way the water, before appearing with some kind of triumphant aura around her.

“… can you please stay?” ‘people will probably doubt you on your “abilities” if you come out after five minutes’ you almost wanted to utter, as a test to know if he looked just like a sex god or he fucking was, although with the way his cheeks blushed of a light red, you simply bit down on your tongue “… just to help me get the stain off, properly… you seem to know much more than me about it”.

“Things happen in college” he commented, as if it was an explanation.

What kind of parties had he been in college?

You just remembered the rush to grabbing the cheapest and most efficient alcohol.

He reached out as kindly as he could to start on the farthest part of your dress, where it wasn’t straight up skin tight, gently dabbing it with a piece of paper you had handed him, the fabric destroying itself on the dress, but the stain became a bit less prominent.

Enough to pass as some kind of enrichment the stylist had done on the dress at the last minute.

You hoped you could make the lady that had rented it to you buy this shit off too.

Because you either managed to get the stain out or get yourself a sponsor for the new year, or you’d have had to probably start living on the road, with only a few shining trophies for losers, such as the one you were supposed to grab tonight, for ‘best promising team’.

As if there was some kind of competition, between your small team and various established ones…

“… what are you doing at such a party?” you knew that conversation during this kind of thing would have gotten it to seem less sexual than it truly was, and although you were as good at small talk as you were at handling a crowd, you did your best to sound as relaxed as you could be.

But your question still sounded like one out of a police interrogation.

“Friend of a friend” it was more like meaning ‘none of your business’ but kinder, and you couldn’t deny his own right to privacy “… by the way, I do think that I should give you my name… in case you want someone to curse for the dress, I am Duncan”.

“I am (Y/N)” you were glad when no light of recognition shone in his eyes, just as his hand lightly grabbed the back of your upper thigh, to make the dress adhere perfectly to your skin and dab the stain more properly, a light shiver at the touch made you understand how truly touch-starved you had been “… and you look as out of place as me in this fucking gown”.

“Don’t tell anybody, but…” and he lightly leaned in closer to you, enough that you could feel the strong but comforting perfume of his cologne, something that smelt extremely male and yet, you couldn’t detect a trace of toxic masculinity in it “… I have never seen a single race of F1 in my life”.

Just what you needed.

“… oh tell me about it” you played coy, as his hands raised up from your legs skillfully avoided your ass, instead choosing to grip on the outer part of your hip, handling you with care but a sureness that made you want to relent the whole ‘male image’ you had created around you.

What would you have given for a night in which you didn’t have to be the one in control, constantly checking every detail!

“… neither a fan of the whole race panorama?” he asked, as his eyes trained themselves on your stomach, barely covered by the white of the dress, showing him a bit of skin behind it, exactly as the absence of your panties, a crazed decision of Abigail, who had thrown away your seamless granny pants.

‘They might be protective when we race, but these are shit’.

You knew you shouldn’t have lied to him about not belonging in the racing setting, but you just wanted to have one night in which you weren’t the prodigy, the promise, ‘the sole chance for freedom to raise’.

You just wanted to be (Y/N).

“Definitely not”.

“Brought here by a boyfriend?” now he was scanning his own ground, and he had a small break from his cleaning duties, as you caught a glimpse of that damned profile, the kind of thing you saw on expensive old coins.

He was definitely some kind of emperor in his own right.

“Nope” you mumbled, before you gave him back his own same coin “… just brought here by a friend of a friend”.

He smirked at his words being spit back at him and you smiled almost foolishly.

You even let out a soft giggle.

How fucking long had it been since you had giggled?

And done it because you honestly wanted.

And not because you were forced in front of journalists or potential sponsors.

His hands were now on the side of your chest, against the slight hill of your bra (you could have forsaken panties, but you needed that support), his hands lightly tracing the ridge of the silicone part where the bra stood attached to your skin, sweaty due to the fact that you had been wearing the whole thing for five hours, before of the event.

“… and you had an idiot spill a drink over it, in the span of an hour” the words were meant for self-deprecation, but the smile that accompanied him was utterly confident.

Had you had panties, they would have definitely hit the ground soundly in that moment.

“… it could have been worse” you mumbled, just as your eyes twinkled with secret meaning.

‘You could have been a complete twat or old enough to be my grandpa’

“… you couldn’t have known how to get out champagne stains” you joked, settling up on a more PG-13 comment, unsure of what to do, since it had been quite some time since you had last flirted, and although his hand told you a story, you weren’t exactly sure if he had gotten all the clues of the game.

He laughed so brilliantly that also a light blush joined your soft giggle.

“Gosh, that would have been awful” his tone was joking, but his eyes were onto you, as they searched some kind of confirm in yours, and you just had to lean in to sign the deal, leaning down to kiss him.

You had never been one for one-night-stands and neither for quick fucks in a restroom, but with the way he lightly gripped you, making sure to position you on top of the elegant porcelain sink, careful to avoid the water: it wouldn’t have been neither.

And you were completely swept away.

He definitely passed the ‘kiss’ test.

His hand went through your hair perfectly, but careful of the small updo you had done, his fingertips lightly scraping the baby hair on your upper neck, in a way that kept you grounded, just as his lips lightly bit onto your upper lips, leaving you wanting for more, just as he backed away with a cunning smirk.

One that spoke of that technique never failing.

And before he could perform again that cocky enchantment, you kissed him.

Releasing on him entire months of sexual frustration.

And you had to say that you surprised him, enough that you were worried that your suddenness would have scared him, but he just needed to regain the control, before his hand without any care went to mess up your updo, in a way that instead of grounding and relaxing you, made you tense up, just as his hand splayed your knees wide onto the sink to have him come up between them.

And after the passionate kiss you had been sharing, you found yourself quickly locked, with one that gripped you by the hair against the cold mirror and another one splayed on your knee

The fabric of your silk dress lightly caressed the skin of your inner thigh, right as his elegant and expensive pants did the same with your core, making you feel that you shouldn’t have seriously worried about the ‘five minutes thing’, or at least you hoped.

But the package seemed fucking good.

“… so, would you like to have a bit more of help?” the way he pronounced the word ‘help’ sounded downright sinful and how could a girl deny him, as your own hands moved to gently tap on his sharp cheeks, the scratchiness of a cleanly shaved beard making you feel like this was all real.

“Just don’t get my dress dirty” it was a whisper, but your eyes played with the dominance you wanted to relent to him, and he just looked intrigued.

“Then spread your legs properly, little one” and as if under a spell they opened properly and let him adjust himself against them as his hands lightly raised up to collect the dress away from your legs, stopping right up on your hips and leaving a bit of dress to cover you, as if he had to leave you some modesty “… good girl”.

You purred at that, leaning in the light petting of his grip having become less pronounced as a grip and more a caress.

“… I saw you out there in the crowd and I wanted to buy you a drink, because you looked at unease as me, I thought that you could use that” he commented as his face lightly moved down to the crook of your neck, his nose making a teasing trail down your profile, just as his beard lightly scratched your skin, making it redden simply for his lips, before he covered it of purplish bruises “… I thought I had done the worst thing ever since with pouring a drink over you”.

“… couldn’t stay mad when you fucking looked like a sex god” you muttered unable to deny the truth, your body arching right against his as his hands, gently dragged he strap of your dress down your shoulders, revealing the awful skin-like bra, but he just seemed focused on your collarbones, his hand working slowly to ease the bra away from you, eventually dropping it onto the small tissues box over both of your heads, so it wouldn’t get on the ground.

An attentive gesture, exactly as the way he gripped tightly your breast, making sure that your nipples were lightly caressed by his thumb, right as he bit down on the softer flesh of your neck.

“I am glad that my good looks were of some use” he joked, and gently looked up at you “… and let me tell you, I have a tongue that will make you forget all about my clumsiness”.

“I do think that I deserve an apology” you muttered, as your eyes met again, your lashes cornering perfectly your hazy eyes, breathy and soft “… a vocal apology”.

And he simply smirked down at you, falling on his knees with a sound thud, as you pushed yourself further down the sink you were on, till you felt the painful dig of the faucet in your back, enough to make you moan in protest, but soon the look of wonder on his face as he unveiled the secret underneath your dress was definitely a relief against the uncomfortable position.

“… didn’t know that you were one of those girls that go without panties” he pushed a knee up on you to spread you further to him, as he took in the proper masterpiece that had been revealed to him down there, and his kisses moved up on your inner thigh “… look like the pretty girl turned out to be a bad bad girl, no wonder I am about to fuck you like a fucking bitch in heat in a restroom”.

And you blushed at the profane words.

But it was just more endearing for you as he pushed himself to properly settle against the nest between your legs, already oozing soft milk and sweet honey, his lips lightly pushing against your own, as he dragged the same beard you had felt on your cheeks against your cunt, the sensation making you hiss, right as again your lips came to soothe your ache.

The plumpness of his lips made you unable to stop yourself from moaning out loud, your eyes closing just as he delivered a slap to your thigh, a silent warning to keep your eyes trained on him and you did, as his lips sucked your softest piece in his mouth.

His tongue was instead a blessing inside of you and this time you were the one delving a bit of pain to him, as you grabbed strongly his hair, some kind of relief to keep you grounded as your body became like a cloud, weighted down just by the tension in your whole muscles.

“Fuck, you do know how to have fun” he mumbled tightly, as he released your cunt, something that made you protest loudly “… when was the last time somebody fucked you this good, (Y/N)”.

And before you could properly reply, his finger slipped inside you, making you hiss out at the feeling of being full, so unlike the stretch of your own fingers, so slight that now you needed a minute to calm yourself from everything, as you waited to answer his reply.

And he gave you a moment to breath, before his finger lightly probed further, reaching inside with a wayward gesture that made you choke up on your own words, as your back arched against the mirror and the hand that wasn’t in his hair gripped so tightly the sink that you were sure you had left an acrylic nail there.

“… a long time for sure” he smirked so devilishly that it broke you thoroughly.

And then his tongue matched his finger and before you knew it your floating was interrupted by your skyrocketing to the ground in a pleasurable trail that brought you back to all the earthly pleasure you could ask for, leaving you numb and tensed, your eyes rolling back as you lost sight of what was going on with you.

And then as you regained, your legs were slack over Duncan’s sides, his lips teasing again the skin of your neck, but no intention to punish you with any pain or tease you, instead there was a desperate soothing in his gestures, as you slowly came back to reality.

Fuck, you honestly should do this more.

Sadly, half of the guys that wanted a hook-up wouldn’t have ever done anything like what Duncan just did with you.

And would probably last five minutes, indeed.

“… was that enough of an apology?” he asked as soon as he saw that you had regained some semblance of calmness.

“Definitely yes” not that you could reply with much more.

Your fingers spoke louder as they went to his belt, undoing it with a bit of problem since you were slightly trembling, but he tried his best to let you do it, but before you could lower the pants, he gently grabbed your hands, something soft in his eyes, as he made you look up at him.

“We don’t have to do this…”.

“Oh, c’mon…” you mumbled, but his question was sincere and you couldn’t help but blush lightly “… I am pretty sure I want to do this”.

He mumbled softly, as he grabbed something from his back pocket, as you lightly lowered pants and boxers in one move,

And you weren’t disappointed,

He was definitely a big guy.

Larger than longer, with a light curve that made you painfully ache for having him inside of you, already half-hard, and your hand gently moved up and down on him, in a gentle foreplay that was completely uninterested about the knocking on the door, eventually dissipating in curses.

“… gotta be quiet baby” he commented, as he pushed his wallet on the side of the sink, getting a condom out of it, something for which you were thankful, because although you were on birth control, he was a complete stranger to you, and although the thrill of it just made it all just more daring, you would have preferred avoiding anything that might have given you an awful month “… I don’t know if you will, since I’ll make you feel fucking good”.

You just smirked at him, with a smile that told him ‘I can take it, sweetheart’.

And he just silenced it with pushing himself inside of you.

The penetration gave you an unpleasant stretch, and you needed a minute, as your whole body shifted against him, completely pushing himself in your arms, and to his credit he didn’t do much more than steady you, as he gave you the time to adjust yourself on him, till your whole body relaxed but your own insides.

Gripping him tighter.

Goading him closer and deeper.

And he gently set up a slow rhythm, making you feel each inch of him, till you were hypnotized with the way his hips moved against you, his upper body lightly stroking your clit, as wetness oozed down him, lubing him up, as he took up more speed and you found your back pushed against the mirror with such intensity that you were sure it would have been broken soon.

But you couldn’t give a fuck.

He gently pushed you in another position turning you around, so that you could face the mirror, meanwhile he took you from behind, the angle being deeper and the slight curve of his cock hitting the perfect spot.

And the fact that you could see yourself being fucked by him was only a bonus.

The way his face became so deformed by pleasure gave it all some kind of dreamish state, as the pleasure intensified desperately and you were there just on the right spot, but not enough stimulation was there for you, till he brought a finger in your mouth, and you sucked him inside, looking at the wanton expression on your face, before you closed your eyes.

And pleasure overtook you.

It didn’t take him too much time for him to finish alongside you, as his hand lightly went in your hair again, pushing as a way to grip on reality for a last time and your muscles spasmed around you, desperately and tightly in a way that almost made you wonder how it would have felt to have his seed on you.

And not in a plastic wrapper.

But for now that was all you could do.

Your legs trembled but he steadied you, something that definitely gave him more credit than you thought, expecting him to simply tug himself back in and disappear, maybe stand a bit next to you, to wash himself, but to his credit he gently handled you better, till you were again seated against the sink, the facet now digging painfully in you.

But you were definitely sore in more pleasurable places.

He gently got you back in your dress, adjusting your bra on your sweaty skin, too sensitive for the powerful orgasms you had felt, his silken touch making goosebumps appear on your skin, as your nipples lightly peaked and he couldn’t stop himself from gently sucking one after the other in his mouth, as you moaned almost as a protest.

“Don’t start something you won’t finish” you warned him, as his eyes twinkled with teasing happiness.

“… I would… but I do think that people need this restroom” and he was right, since you felt somebody halfway through calling the security and you shouted out calmly a soft ‘sorry, I just stained my dress and I am trying to get the stain away’ “… but if you want, I can… leave you my number, for more fun…”.

Which you were tempted to take, honestly.

He was handsome, he had a good dick game and he was definitely respectful of boundaries.

But you knew these things always got too complex for you.

First of all because had you given him your number, you would have to admit the truth and secondly as much as you were free right now a partner that was repeated a few more times was dangerous, because feelings might be developed.

“… I…” but how could you let down a guy like this.

“… you aren’t the type” a sad smile appeared on the man’s face, no hard feelings for sure, but definitely uncomfortable at your rejection and you couldn’t help but simply nod “… got it, well it was fun till it lasted”.

And to his merit he didn’t do anything that might have been rough against you, choosing to instead smile politely as he cleaned himself a bit, before he exited with one last look at you, as if to check if you had changed your mind, but you simply stood painfully uncomfortable off the sink as you dabbed a bit more the stain.

“… thank you for the suggestion and…” ‘…the fucking amazing sex’.

“You are welcome”.

And with that he disappeared from the restroom, as you thought he’d disappear from your life.

The only trace of him was the faint stain on your dress and the slight blush on your cheeks as you joined Abigail again.

‘… somebody got lucky’ she simply muttered, as she twirled her glass, another one in your hands, as your eyes searched for Duncan, he joined a few of the investors, but your eyes diverted immediately from that sight, worried the connection might be seen and questioned ‘… at least one of us got laid tonight’.

You simply elbowed her, as you smiled lovingly at the sponsors.

But you definitely felt rebirthed after the restroom session.

Maybe you were wrong about not seeing him again.

Not that you hadn’t to wait much to meet him again.

That morning you had been asked to take part at a reunion of the stable, alongside a few sponsors that you had found at the latest event, it was a way to get them to know the ‘talents’ they’d fund, and as you expected old and older people to approach you, you were surprised to find Duncan standing there.

Hadn’t he been a complete stranger to the F1 platform?

And as your grew nervous and more nervous, your stable director came up to you and Abigail, slinging an arm over you both as he moved to get you and present you to him, making you blush as much as he did, but he was extremely professional.

You couldn’t, when you discovered he was your newest sponsor.

‘Girls let me introduce to you both our latest sponsor’ your boss commented softly ‘Duncan Shepherd’.

And he was Duncan fucking Shepherd.

The heir to the Shepherd foundation.

What the fuck had you done?

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years

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current mood is older!duncan being way rough with you, fucking you so hard and covering your mouth with his giant hand telling you to shut up and just take him like a good little girl and afterwards when ur shaking he pulls you close on his lap and just kisses all over your face telling you how well you behave for him and how much he loves his strong girl 🥰

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Your hair was matted to your forehead and neck, back clinging onto the sweat (and cum)-soaked, silk sheets as Duncan hovered over you, his own hair hanging low enough to brush across your skin each time he drilled his hips into yours. He’d been at this for what felt like hours now, coaxing orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm through your body after a rather interesting interaction you had at dinner with one of his colleagues.

Duncan consumed you in every way. His broad, toned body and natural heat surrounding you, his brawny arms at either side of your head, his crystal blue eyes now turned a dark navy boring holes into your own, his thick, veiny cock relentlessly splitting you in half. The older man on top of you had refused to let up his pace, refused to listen to your pleads that you were too overstimulated to continue, refused to let your swollen, abused cunt rest as he stretched you open further than he ever had before. No, Duncan refused to stop until you were pumped so full of his hot, milky seed that all you think about, all you could dream about, was him.

Your next orgasm loomed deep within your belly, as impossible as it seemed (How many had you had now? Three? Four? You’d given up focusing on anything but the obscene squelching that was produced by Duncan ramming himself into your soaking wet walls). It blossomed, slowly but surely, when you felt one of Duncan’s hands creep from the side of your face down to the base of your throat.

“You gonna cum again for me, love?” he taunted you in between his own breathless pants.

All you could do was squirm beneath him as he continued his assault on your pussy. Sweat ran from your forehead and into your hairline as you stared back up at him with a strained, agonizing expression.

Duncan raised his brow at you, giving your neck a quick but intense squeeze as he waited for your response.

“I don’t think I can, Duncan,” you managed to get out between cries, paying no regard to the tears that now flowed freely from the corners of your eyes each time Duncan filled you to the hilt.

You heard Duncan click his tongue at you in disapproval, curling his lip up in a devious grin.

“Oh, honey-” he lifted his front from your chest, but not his cock from your cunt, as he leaned over the edge of the bed, fumbling in the top drawer of the nightstand to retrieve the purple vibrating wand that he initially bought for you to use when he was away on business, but frequently began introducing when you were together.

“-Yes you can.”

Your body felt on fire as he turned on the toy and nestled it in between your engorged clit, swollen from being rubbed first by Duncan’s skilled fingers and again by the base of his pubic bone every time he bottomed out inside of you, and your seeping entrance, so that both you and Duncan felt the vibrations as he began to work his way back up to his brutal pace of fucking you senseless.

A string of grunts and expletives spewed from Duncan’s lips as he fought his own urges to cum, determined first and foremost to prove his point to you that you belonged to him and him alone.

As if it were possible, your mewls grew louder, whinier and high pitched as Duncan increased the intensity of the vibrations, tightening the coil in your belly by tenfold.

“Duncan,” you whimpered through gritted teeth.

“I really can’t.”

You were begging, pleading for him to let up on you. The vibrations were almost painful against your red, irritated cunt, but they were pleasurable nonetheless. As you’d expected, your request went unfulfilled as Duncan snarled, turning the vibrator up to the highest intensity.

He lifted his free arm that had been digging into your hip to keep you still right up to your whiny mouth, where he promptly clamped down over it, ceasing any and all of the pathetic cries that ripped from your lungs. His full weight rested on his hand, meaning you were pushed further and deeper into the mattress by his grip.

Duncan rested his head in between the crook of your shoulder and neck, still thrusting in tandem with the wand’s vibrations as he began to lead you to your next release.

“I know you can, baby. Come on, just one more time for me,” he grunted in your ear before he mouthed sloppily at the sensitive skin on your throat.

“You feel so fucking good, angel. Need you to cum for me-” Duncan stopped suddenly as a guttural moan ripped from deep within his chest at the sensation of your cunt clenching around the swollen head of his cock.

His actions triggered something inside of you, made you begin to feel the threads of the band of your belly fray, but not completely snap just yet. You continued to whimper against his hand that covered your lips, slowly grinding yourself against the head of the vibrator and skewering yourself deeper onto Duncan’s cock.

“That’s it. I can feel how bad you want it. Just let go for me, Y/N. Be a good girl and let go for me.”

After a handful of sloppy, yet excruciatingly intense thrusts, you felt it. White spots clouded your vision and for a moment you lost consciousness as your final orgasm washed over you, the bands finally snapping and being set free from their binds.

“C’mon, shake for me, baby. That’s my good girl.”

Duncan kept his hand pressed firmly against your mouth still as he fucked you through your release and into his own, where he promptly filled you up for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His cum seeped from your cunt, overflowing inside of you when he pulled his (finally) softening cock from the home he had made inside of your overworked walls.

The vibrations from the wand ceased instantly when Duncan clicked the power button, and you heard the thud of the toy being tossed somewhere beyond your reach in the vastness of Duncan’s oversized bed. Before rolling off of you, Duncan pulled his hand from your face to kiss you passionately. You felt the corners of his mouth turn up just slightly against your lips, satisfied in knowing he’d made a proper mess out of you. He rested his forehead on yours when he pulled back so that your noses just barely brushed against each other, the thumping of your steadying heartbeat filling his ears.

As his back hit the mattress, he pulled you into his side, hiking your leg up to rest on his stomach. You felt a trickle of the remnants of Duncan’s seed pour out of you and onto the comforter you laid on, though you paid it no mind. Duncan (his assistant, rather) was no stranger to sticky sheets or the dry cleaners located near his office.

“Thank you. So much. You did so well.”

Duncan ran his fingers along the edge of your spine that was still coated in the veil of sweat that was his own doing.

“That guy at dinner really got under your skin, hmm?” you asked in between pants.

“Well, I can’t have you running off with some boy your own age, now. Can I? Had to show you what you’d be missing,” he chuckled, rubbing the evident exhaustion from his eyes with his forefingers.

“Don’t you think I would have done that a long time ago if I wanted to?”

“I suppose,” Duncan’s voice trailed off mid-sentence, and it got even quieter when he finished his thought.

“I just...don’t know what I’d do if you left.”

Your heart pinged with sadness at Duncan’s confession, though you felt the same exact way. It had always lurked in the back of your brain, the thought of Duncan finding someone even younger than you or even someone his own age for that matter. Knowing Duncan was in this for the long haul made his brutal assault on your cunt just moments ago make perfect sense. He wanted you forever, and wanted, needed to make sure that you knew it.

“Well,” you paused to shimmy up his torso and press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“It’s a good thing you’re stuck with me forever, then.”

Your fingers found their way into his hair, where you lovingly brushed the stray pieces out of his face, relishing in the way the silver strands glimmered in the light peeking through the blinds.

“Sounds fine by me,” Duncan grinned up at the ceiling, pulling you closer in his grasp.

Tagging some Duncan whores since she’s a longer one 😌

@avesatanormalpeoplescareme (smh) @lvngdvns @divinelangdon

#duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd smut #duncan shepherd fanfiction #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd one shot #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon smut #asks #blurb #my writing

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Ten Seconds - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader (Drabble)

Summary: (Lengthy??) Drabble about Duncan going down on Y/N for the first time.

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), swearing, teasing! cocky! Duncan

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @sarahandthejets , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme , @blakewaterxx

Duncan’s hands roam down Y/N’s body, feeling along her curves, his lower body grinding against her. He slides a hand underneath her shirt as he brushes over her soft skin, feeling how his own skin burns from feeling her pressed against him so sweetly.

The two lay on Duncan’s bed, Y/N in just her shirt, bra and underwear, while Duncan was only in his black boxer briefs. They’re all touch and feeling and hot as they make out with one another, Y/N’s hands holding onto Duncan’s face, mouths seeming desperate for each other, the tension consistently building.

Y/N pulls away from Duncan, causing him to pause a second as Y/N grabs the bottom of her shirt and arches her back a bit as she pulls up, removing the article of clothing and tossing it to the side. She grabs Duncan’s face once more, kissing him again, smirking against his mouth as he groans against her lips and feels the hardness of his cock brushing against her between her thighs.

Duncan pulls away from her lips as he begins to kiss down her body, the stubble on his face brushing against the exposed parts of her skin. He takes his time cherishing her, letting the tension and anticipation build, though there’s a rushed excitement to it at the same time.

The two hadn’t sex or done anything physically intimate together aside from kissing since beginning to date a few months ago. It wasn’t like they planned for a certain time, or wanted to hold off for certain reasons. They just wanted it to happen naturally. But they had also been so focused on spending time together, falling so fast in love, they just hadn’t had a chance to be intimate and physical with one another as they’ve been happy with getting to know one another first.

But by this point, the sexual tension and yearning to finally be together in this way was overpowering, causing the heat of the moment to rise fast.

Duncan’s fingers hook into the sides of Y/N’s underwear as he kisses down her body, kissing just below her navel as he begins to pull the fabric down her legs.

He pulls her underwear off, eyes glancing up at hers hungrily before he adjusts his body to rest between her bent knees and spreads her thighs. He hooks his arms under her legs, lips kissing below her navel again before kissing lower to her center.

But this makes Y/N fret a bit, looking down at him with an impassive expression as he kisses lower to her heat. “What are you doing,” Y/N asks as Duncan’s lips get lower, grabbing his attention from her lower body and causing him to stop and glance at her for a moment.

“What do you think I’m doing,” he grins, head lowering between her thighs. But Y/N scoots back just before anything can happen, causing Duncan’s arms to drop from her body, making him stop again and look up at her with raised eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks concerned.

Y/N shakes her head nonchalantly. “No. Just, you don’t need to do that,” she says, her tone casual.

“Do.. what?” His eyes glance down and back up. “This?”

“Yeah. You don’t have to go down on me,” she clarifies nonchalantly. There was no shyness or embarrassment showing in her tone as she wasn’t nervous or scared or timid about Duncan eating her out.

Duncan laughs a bit. “Well, I really want to. Trust me.”

“Well, I don’t want you to,” Y/N states straight-forward but still relaxed and easy-going.

Duncan pauses a second. “Oh.” He crawls back up her body as he nods, resting against her gently. “Okay, that’s fine, sorry. You know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he assures.

“I mean, it’s not like I want to stop completely,” she starts. “I just don’t want you to do that,” she waves off. “Everything else is fine though,” Y/N smiles, leaning in to kiss Duncan again and to move forward with everything else.

But Duncan leans away, confused by her words. “Wait, what do you mean?” He narrows his eyes. “You just don’t want me to go down on you?”

“Uh, yeah,” she half-shrugs. “I don’t really like it,” she explains like it’s no big deal. “So, no need for you to do it.”

“Oh,” Duncan furrows his eyes. “Okay. That’s fine,” Duncan nods. “Do you mind me asking you why though?”

Y/N shrugs again, “Just not a fan of it. Whenever someone’s gone down on me before, it’s always boring to me and never gets me off, so.”

Duncan laughs a bit humorlessly. “Wait, what? No one’s ever gotten you off while going down on you,” Duncan widens his eyes in surprise.

Y/N shakes her head. “I’ve kind of given up on it. That’s why I don’t really care for anyone to do it. Everything else I’m okay with though,” she restates.

“So, if your partner was good at it, you’d be into it, right? Or?” Duncan asks.

“I mean, yeah, duh, of course I’d be into it then,” she laughs a bit. “But my past partners have never been that good at it, or maybe I’m just not that into oral,” she shrugs once more.

Duncan stays quiet, thinking for a minute, a million thoughts running through his mind as he processes and takes in Y/N’s words and explanations.

“What? What are you thinking?” Y/N asks, noticing the thinking expression on his face.

“Give me a chance,” Duncan says.

Y/N raises her eyes, caught off guard by his words. “What?”

“Give me ten seconds to go down on you,” Duncan grins. “If you hate it, you’re bored and feel nothing, I’ll stop and never do it again,” he states. “But if you do like it and you’re enjoying yourself, then I get to keep going until you cum,” he adds, smirking.

Though Y/N didn’t care enough for anyone to perform oral on her, Duncan's words still caused her stomach to drop, filling with an exhilaration and curiosity. Duncan was a great kisser, had soft, smooth and plump lips and was so confident in everything he did, which was a big part of this. But she still wasn’t sure, not feeling confident herself about Duncan actually making oral for her feel good. She’s tired of getting her hopes up with it and then being let down again.

“Just ten seconds,” he leans over, kissing her and then moving his body down to situate himself between her legs again, hooking his arms under her knees as he continues to look up at her, waiting for her answer.

“Duncan, I don’t know,” she sighs. “I don’t want you to feel any pressure or to be disappointed when it doesn’t happen.”

Duncan snorts, chuckling over her lack of confidence in him. “Just give me ten seconds, baby,” he smirks. “What’s the worst that will happen? Either you get an orgasm, or you get proven right and you can make fun of my ego.”

Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Trust me. Just one chance.”

Y/N groans, “Duncan. I would, but you’re gonna get your ego crushed.”

“Come on,” he grins. “Let me taste you, baby.”

Y/N exhales a deep breath, his words making her stomach clench a bit. A part of her was very interested. She always wished she could be someone to enjoy oral when it was performed on her, but it really was always boring and felt like nothing to her when it happened. Even with Duncan, who she was falling madly in love with, she knew it wouldn’t work. But if she let Duncan try, at least it would rest her curiosity. Also, it didn’t hurt to have such a handsome man between her legs. “Fine.”

“Yes,” Duncan cheers quietly with a smile and begins lowering his head between her thighs.

“But you better not feel bad when --” Y/N stops, gasping out, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as her back arches a bit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, forgetting what she was saying as she feels Duncan enclose his lips around her clit, sucking harshly around her. “Oh God, oh God,” she grips the sheets with one hand, her other hand grabbing Duncan’s hair.

Duncan expertly licks, sucks, laps and swirls his tongue and lips around her clit and folds, sending immense pleasure through Y/N’s core, pleasure she’d never felt in this way before through oral. Her legs tense around his head, beginning to shake as Y/N’s breathing increases.

Whenever someone had gone down on Y/N before, she always felt extremely bored and numb. She never felt anything, always having to tell the person to stop when nothing would work or feel good, or feel anything for that matter.

But Duncan was clearly different since her body was reacting so sensitively, so easily to his touches. Feeling his tongue, lips and mouth on her, pulling her in closer, the way his movements made her insides pull and contract, she couldn’t believe the way Duncan was making her feel.

He flicks his tongue over her clit fervently, licking through her folds and sucking harshly at her clit again, enclosing his lips around her. He keeps at a consistent pattern, only sucking harder and faster with each second, causing a build in Y/N to grow.

Suddenly, the coil deep inside her snaps and unhinges, pushing her over the edge as she cums. Her body jerks lightly and shakes as she cries out pleasurably, Duncan continuing to suck and lick at her clit and folds, making sure to savor every bit of her.

After, as Y/N calms down and her breathing slows, she feels in a daze, feeling relaxed, her body resting practically limp against the bed. Duncan grins to himself as he looks up at her, licking his lips to taste the last of her on him and crawls back up her body.

“So, what did I tell you,” Duncan teases, smirking.

“Shut up,” Y/N says playfully angry, jokingly upset at the fact that Duncan ultimately proved her wrong.

Duncan chuckles, getting off her and the bed. “That was barely a minute. Next time, try to last a bit longer so I can keep tasting you, okay baby?”

Y/N drops her mouth a bit, scoffing slightly, feeling slight embarrassment in her cheeks then.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks. You get ready for round two,” he winks before leaving the bedroom.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but smiles, completely content and deciding maybe she likes oral after all as long as Duncan’s the one doing it.

Let me know what you think! All feedback is appreciated! Thank you for reading!! <3

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duncvns · 5 years

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Masterlist

Titles with ~ are 18+ material. Read at your own risk

One-Shots ( > than 2k words)

~Mr. Langdon

~The Blood Ritual

~Identity Stricken

-Some Unholy War

-Untitled Fic Teaser

~Darling, Your Hands

Nothing Like Normal (series)

-Nothing Like Normal part 1

-Nothing Like Normal part 2

Drabbles

-Michael sleeping with his hand around your throat

~Michael teasing virgin!reader during an interview

~Michael ordering you to undress and making fun of you during an interview

~Michael with a tongue piercing

-Summoning demon!michael

Blurbs-

~Older!Michael taking your virginity

~Sub!Michael begging (watersports)

Headcanons-

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Michael

- Michael as a dad

One-Shots (2k words or more)

~A Pleasure, Ms. Underwood

~Attention

~Beautiful Stranger

~The Morning After

~Good Boys Don’t Beg

Numb Like Novavane (series)

~Numb Like Novacane

~Numb Like Novacane (part 2)

~Numb Like Novacane (part 3)

Chapter (series)

- chapter 74

Palace (series)

-palace.

-palace, 2

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

-Older!Duncan helping you sleep

-Duncan accidentally telling you that he loves you

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you part 2

~Werewolf!Duncan during rut

-Getting older!duncan angry at work

-Running into dad!duncan as a lifeguard at a pool pt 1

Headcanons

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Duncan

-Duncan reacting to his little regressing in public

-Older!Duncan headcanons

older!duncan blurbs (< than 600 words)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Headcanons

~Jim taking your virginity headcanons

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

~Dark!Xavier making you beg

-Xavier comforting you after a bad dream

~Xavier showing you off in Slimmersize class

-Skinny dipping with Xavier

#masterlist #michael langdon #duncan shepherd #ahs apocalypse #duncan shepherd x reader #ahs #mine #jim mason #michael langdon smut #duncan shepherd one shot #duncan shepherd fic #michael langdon x fem reader #michael langdon x reader #jim mason x reader #ttopv #xavier plympton #xavier plympton x reader #ahs 1984

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sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 · 5 years

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My Dirty Little Secret Part 1

Story idea from @kellysimagines

Warnings: Swearing, smut, angst

Summary: You’re happy with your boyfriend Duncan Shepherd, until certain events and people start to get in the way...

“And now he’s threatening to sue the paper because of what we posted, all because we got the scoop on him money laundering! Can you believe that?!” You whined to your boyfriend.

“Mmhmm” Duncan mumbled, tapping away at his phone.

You side-eyed him, getting more than annoyed by his lack of attention. You two barely got anytime to spend with each other because your mothers were at constant war. Annette couldn’t stand your mother, and your mother, Clare, equally couldn’t stand her so your relationship with Duncan would give them both a heart attack. Possibly quite literally. As over bearing as they were, neither of you were up for being the cause of their deaths.

“So then I cut him a deal” you said.

“Basically if I slept with Mr Johnson, he’d give us the contacts of of the other stock brokers who were in on the scheme. So needless to say, we went at it on his desk” you replied tauntingly. More so to yourself since he still clearly wasn’t listening.

“Well at least you got what you needed” Duncan said exhaustingly. You understood he was busy but a few minutes of his attention was all you were after.

You picked up a couch pillow and threw it directly at Duncan’s head. He looked straight ahead of him, sighing like a parent would at an annoyed toddler before he adverted his gaze towards you.

You had a defiant pout on your face, paired with your crossed arms. You were being a bit of a brat.

“I’m sorry babe” he sighed.

“The creators of the app still haven’t figured out a coding issue which is dragging out the release date” he sighed again as his head fell back against his couch.

You uncrossed your arms, and knelt towards him. Your hand moving to under his shirt so you could massage his chest.

“Why don’t I take care of you” you purred into his ear, tongue latching out to catch his earlobe as you gave it a tug.

Duncan groaned from deep within his chest. Finally you were getting the attention you needed.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. This is your punishment for disturbing me” Duncan purred into your ear. Grabbing you by the backs of your thighs and heaving you into your bedroom.

Locking your legs around his hips, arms wrapped around his neck, you started licking your way up to his earlobe, tugging on it lightly, earning a grunt from your boyfriend and a playful slap on your ass.

“I’ve been such a bad girl” you playfully purred back at him.

You squealed when Duncan delivered a slap to your arse. No doubt leaving a handprint you would love to show off if you could.

Your back hit the mattress of your bed, you slightly bounced upon coming into contact before Duncan’s body smothered you, attacking your lips with desperate kisses.

Both of you undressing hastily, in too much of a rush to feel each other’s writhing bodies to bother with any teasing.

Immediately getting into the routine of forplay, mouths colliding, tongues licking, lips sucking, teeth biting and moans filling the room, it wasn’t long until you had him thrusting into you.

Although this was different. It wasn’t animalistic and frantic like normal.

Normally your sex was rough, edgy, and thrilling. Filled with hair pulling, skin slapping. Both your bodies supporting bruises the next day that you were only too happy to show off the day as a reminder of your nightly passions, But now?, Duncan was half heartedly thrusting into with as much vigour as as a broken jackhammer.

You frowned, watching Duncan’s facial reactions. His eyes were drooping and his breathing was light.

“Babe? You feeling okay?” You asked him mid way through a half hearted thrust.

“Mmm, yeah babe, you feel great” he replied, however his enthusiasm could’ve been more sincere.

“Baby, stop. You’re obviously too tired, let’s just rest” you told him, running your hands through his soft chocolate curls.

“No, I wanna do this” he determined.

“Dunc, you’ve gone soft, and I’m losing wood here” you laughed lightly as so not to offend him. Duncan was very proud of his skills in the bedroom. One time you faked an orgasm because you were jet lagged and boy was he pissed! You couldn’t walk for a week! Every time you sat down or crossed your legs, you would wince.

Duncan groaned, rolling off you and sighing deeply. Placing his arms behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry doll. I’m just exhausted” he confessed.

“Baby, I’m sorry you’re so tired. Is it business with the app?” You asked him as you continued to run your fingers through his soft hair. Using your fingertips to lightly massage his scalp.

He hummed in satisfaction as your delicate hands helped relax him.

“Mmm, it’s not just that. There’s events to go to, financial benefits to organise, senators to support and meet. Honestly the only help I’m getting is from Tiffany. If it weren’t for her, I’d have actually run myself into the ground”

Your eyebrows knit together in the middle of your forehead with the frown you were currently sporting upon listening to his last sentence.

Who the fuck was ‘Tiffany’?

You weren’t the jealous type, you trust Duncan and knew he would never cheat on your but he does have a reputation as a former serial womaniser.

“Tiffany? You’ve not mentioned her before” you replied as noncommittal as you could.

“She’s my new secretary. I told you about her last week” he grunted, struggling to fight the sleep that was approaching.

No he didn’t! You thought. But you weren’t going to question it but for some reason, you felt a pang in your gut. Maybe you were just over reacting.

“Babe, why’d you stop?” Duncan whined, breaking you out of your rampant unsettling thoughts.

“Hmm? What’s that hon” you asked him.

Duncan peaked one eye open and gestured to your fingers which had stop massaging his head.

You shook off your thoughts and carried on swiftly massaging his head.

It wasn’t long before his soft snores were drifting throughout the room.

Groaning lightly, Duncan turned on his side, draping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his soft breathing and light snores brought a sweet smile to your face. Duncan was yours. You had nothing to worry about.

My loves: @kellysimagines, @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning. @stupidocupido, @avesatanormalpeoplescareme, @alexcornerblog, @petersfern-fics, @sojournmichael, @ccodyfern, @cotomandra, @confettucini, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @queencocoakimmie, @langdonalien, @sweetlangdon, @frucienlover, @gelukstraan, @dunc-donut, @sassyhollandx, @holylangdon, @lovelykhaleesiii, @sodanova, @queenie435, @crownofrowan, @sassylangdon

#Duncan shepherd #Duncan Shepherd Smut #duncan shepherd imagine #Duncan shepherd drabble #duncan shepherd fic #duncan shepherd fanfic #duncan shepherd one shot #duncan shepherd x reader #house of cards #Cody fern #michael langdon #michael langon x reader #michael langdon smut #michael langdon fic #Michael Langdon fancfic #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon one shot

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Below, you will find my complete Crossovers masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE, regarding various crossovers of different television shows and movies!

* Copyright @wroteclassicaly - Do NOT redistribute, post to another platform, translate, or plagiarize my work (this includes AI) — under any circumstances! Reblogs, comments/feedback are ALWAYS appreciated! *

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Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

When the Tide Meets the Shore - (Andy Dolan x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader) 💔💝❤️‍🔥

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

Listen to That - (Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader) ❤️‍🔥

#my work #my writing #kristenwrites #crossovers #crossover fic #andy dolan #jim mason #michael langdon #duncan shepherd #andy dolan x reader #jim mason x reader #michael langdon x you #michael langdon x reader #duncan shepherd x reader

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chloelucia13 · 5 years

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Three Men and a Baby Part 1/?

Pairing: Jim Mason x reader (platonic), Michael Langdon x reader (platonic), Duncan Shepherd x reader (platonic)

Prompt: each of the boys has a crush on you, and it’s your time to choose when something life-changing occurs

Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, light sexual situations, descriptions of pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms,mentions of abortion (it doesn’t happen though), just lots of drama

A/N: should I make this a series instead of the two parts I’m planning? Hope everyone likes it! Dreams and thoughts are in italics

Bile rose to your throat once again today, just like it has for the past few days, but this time it was for a different reason.

You threw the test into the trash and collapsed onto the covered toilet seat, burying your face in your hands.

How is this possible. I-I always use a condom and I’m on birth control and-

Wait.

The last guy you hooked up with was a guy you knew in high school. You trusted him, you trusted yourself, you trusted the goddamn birth control.

The birth control you hadn’t taken for a month because you couldn’t afford a refill because you had to afford living in a fucking dorm.

Tears welled in your eyes and you clenched your jaw, your hand slowly drifting down to rest on your stomach which had yet to show any sign of pregnancy. Your lip quivered, panic and fear and sadness and utter confusion building up in your body, ready to burst at any moment.

How am I gonna tell the boys?

Oh God, the boys.

You sprinted out of the bathroom and into your room, slamming the door shut before collapsing onto your bed. A sob ripped through your body and you buried your face into a pillow.

How could you afford a baby when you already could barely afford paying for yourself and the three adult babies that lived with you?

***

“Babe, we’re home!” Duncan shouted, setting the bag of Chinese food down on the coffee table. Michael and Jim followed in behind him, the door slamming shut afterwards.

You trudged out of bed and into the living room, rubbing your bleary eyes on the way there. “Feeling any better?” Jim asked, handing you a bottle of water.

“Worse, way worse,” you admitted, tongue darting out to lick your dry lips before chugging half of the bottle in one go.

“Sure looks like it,” Duncan hummed and you chucked the bottle at him, earning a laugh from all three of the boys.

“How were your classes today?” you asked, moving to sit down on the couch.

“Boring without you there,” Michael hummed as he sat down next to you, reaching over and smoothing your hair down. “God, I don’t know why you're choosing to be an English major.”

“Speaking of which,” Jim piped in, sitting down on the other side of you, “can you help me on my paper?”

You nodded and leaned your head back, letting your eyes flutter closed for a moment. “What’s it on?” you mumbled.

“The formation of black holes.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“So, what did you do at home all by yourself?” Duncan asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch. He wiggled an eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh, ya know, threw some wild parties, smoked crack, fucked every guy at the school, the usual.”

“Sounds like it.”

I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant. The thought wouldn’t leave your mind and you had to bite down on your lower lip to keep yourself from letting it slip.

“Well, if you’re feeling up to it, we got you some sesame chicken,” Michael told you, his hand moving to rub your shoulder.

“You boys are too good to me.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that.”

***

You hadn’t noticed Duncan slink away into the kitchen until he stepped back into the living room holding a bottle of whiskey and four glasses. “Who wants a drink?” he announced, setting the glasses down and cracking open the bottle.

“I think we all need a drink,” Jim admitted, his hand drifting up to card through his hair.

Duncan poured the glasses up and handed them out, giving the last one to you. “Oh, I-uh, I can’t drink.”

“Why not?” Michael quirked an eyebrow at you. “It’s very unlike you to not drink.”

You sucked in a deep breath and set the glass down on the table. You avoided everybody’s gaze as you choked out the words, “I’m... I’m pregnant.”

It felt like the entire world froze at the moment. A hush fell over the room and tears began to well in your eyes, your throat tightening.

Jim finally broke the silence when he practically shouted, “Pregnant?! Is-is this a prank?”

You shook your head and a few tears slipped down your cheeks. “I wish it was.”

Jim launched up from his seat and took both of your hands in his. “You’re gonna be a mom?! You-you’re gonna have a little baby growing inside of you?”

You nodded and Jim pulled you to your feet, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist when you were standing. “Y/N, you’re gonna be a mom! That-That’s amazing!”

“I’m-I’m gonna be a mom...” A short chuckle of disbelief fell from your lips and you looked up into Jim’s bright blue eyes which were welling with tears, as well. “I’m gonna be a mom!”

You threw your arms around his neck and he lifted you off the ground, spinning you around. Once he set you back on the ground, you felt two other pairs of arms wrap around you, pulling all of you into a tight group hug. “We’re gonna be uncles!” Duncan exclaimed.

However, the word “uncle” left a sour taste in his mouth. He wanted to be more than just an uncle to your child.

Duncan, and the other two men, wanted to be the father of your child.

The father to the child of the girl they all loved so fucking much.

Duncan shook the thought from his head, though, and pulled away from the hug to grab his glass of whiskey. The two other boys understood the cue and grabbed their glasses as well, all three of them holding their glasses in the air. “To Y/N and the little demon growing in her belly!” Duncan shouted, earning him a swat against his arm. “You’re gonna be a great mother, babe,” he reassured you, a grin on his face.

“To Y/N!” the other two boys repeated, followed by them all downing their whiskey in one go.

***

After what felt like hours and hours of celebrating, you reluctantly pushed yourself off the couch. “Alright boys, mama’s going to bed,” you told them, a soft and tired smile on your face.

“Do you need anything? Some more pillows?” Jim asked, his hand reaching out to gently clutch yours.

“Jim, I’m only a few weeks along, not eight months along.” You chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be just fine. Thank you, though.”

“Of course, Y/N. Sleep well.”

You smiled at him and moved over to Michael, pressing a kiss to his forehead as well. Finally, you walked over to Duncan and pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes. Duncan wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned down, making it easier for you to kiss his forehead. Your lips lingered against his forehead for a moment before you released yourself from Duncan’s grasp, slinking off down the hallway to your room. “Goodnight boys!”

A chorus of “Goodnight Y/N”s sounded from the living room as you finally entered your room and laid down on your bed. The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep was pressing your fingers to your lips and smiling, thoughts occupied by all three boys.

***

Panic. Panic was all you felt when you saw him.

Trevor sat on one of the benches on campus, laughing along with his group of friends.

Completely unaware that his child was growing in your stomach.

You gulped harshly and tucked your phone into your back pocket, shifting nervously for a moment as you worked up the courage to talk to him. "He needs to know. He deserves go know," you whispered to yourself, eyes locked on his carefree figure.

In what felt like a burst of confidence, you walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder, subtly holding your breath as you waited for him to turn around. The moment his eyes looked up to you, you let out all the air in your lungs. "Y/N, hey!" he voiced almost immediately, pushing himself to his feet. "How are you?"

"Can I-uh... Can I talk to you?" you rushed out, fear once again gripping at your body.

"Oh, um- Yeah, of course!" He took your hand and led you over to a more secluded area of the campus, shielded off by a small littering of trees. "What's up?"

You nervously tugged at the hem of your shirt and looked down at your feet, wishing that burst of confidence was still flowing through your veins. "I... I need to tell you something, and you need to promise me that you won't get mad at me."

"What is it?" He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "You're making me a little worried-"

"Just promise me. Please."

"Okay, I promise." He reached over and rested his hand on your shoulder. "What's going on?"

"I... I'm pregnant." You sucked in a deep breath. "And it's yours."

Silence hung over the two of you like a thick blanket, smothering and unrelenting. "No," he choked out finally. "No, this is a prank. It has to be."

"As much as I wish it is, it's not." A lump formed in your throat.

"No. We had sex once and-and it was safe. You told me you were on birth control."

"I know, but this just as much your fault as it is mine-"

"Bullshit. This is all your fucking fault. It's not my fucking fault that you let every guy within a 100-mile radius cum inside you."

"Trev-"

"And how are you even sure that it is my kid? You probably banged another guy right after that. Because that's who you are. That's what you do." He squeezed your shoulder tighter, forcing you to look up at him. "You're a slut and a fucking liar."

"You're hurting me-"

"Good." He pushed your shoulder and let you go, letting to stumble slightly. "I don't want to see your goddamn face ever again. Stay the fuck away from me. Understood?"

You nodded and sniffled, feeling the tears dripping down your face as you directed your gaze back to the ground. In the back of your mind, you heard his retreating footsteps. You, however, were frozen in your place.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few moments, you pulled your phone out and texted Michael, telling him that you were gonna be home soon. Your phone buzzed not even a moment later with his response.

M: Why? Is everything okay?

Y/N: I just need to go home.

M: Okay. I'll be home in just a minute.

Y/N: You don't have to do that.

M: Something happened and you need someone to talk to. The prof isn't even here today.

Y/N: Thank you.

M: Of course. See you soon.

With that, you hurried back to your car, immediately flooring it to get to the dorm as soon as possible before you broke down and cried.

Tears were already brimming your eyes when you pulled up, and you didn't even lock your car when you basically sprinted into the building, down the hall, and into your dorm. Michael was clearly already there because the door was unlocked, which you were extremely grateful for considering you wouldn't be able to distinguish which key was the house key through your tear-blurred vision. You kicked the door shut and let the tears flow down your face, nearly collapsing right where you stood.

Michael appeared in front of you not even a moment later, his arms immediately winding around your middle and pulling you into a tight hug. "Oh, beautiful, what happened?" he whispered, pressing his lips against your hair.

"C-Can I sit down?" you choked out, hands reaching up and clutching onto his sweatshirt.

"Of course." He moved one of his arms to drift down the backs of your thighs until it hooked around the bend of your knee, lifting you up and carrying you bridal style over to the couch. He sat down and you laid your legs over his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder. His hand rested against your back, rubbing soothing circles. "What happened?"

You sniffled and reluctantly removed your arms from around his neck so you could take his free hand in yours. The fingers of your other hand traced the lettering on his shirt. "I talked to Trevor." Your voice cracked when you said his name.

A simple "oh" was all that left his lips, his face shifting into a look of disdain.

"I told him about the baby." You sucked in a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut. "He... He told me that it can't be his because I sleep with so many guys and..." You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a sob. "And that I let them all cum inside of me because I'm a slut. And-and he called me a liar because I told him it was his." You shook your head softly. "I didn't even get the chance to tell him that he was the first person I'd slept with in months. It's not like he'd believe me anyway." You glanced at your shoulder and bit down on your bottom lip. "Then, he... He pushed me."

"He pushed you?"

"Not hard enough to knock me down, but hard enough to make me stumble. Probably left a bruise on my shoulder from gripping it so hard before he pushed me."

It was silent for a while, and when you glanced up to look at Michael's face, all you saw was a look of pure anger and hatred. "I'm gonna kill him," he stated plainly. "I'm gonna slit his goddamn throat and make him pay." His volume rose with each word and you flinched, reaching up to cup Michael's cheek.

"It's okay, Michael." You licked your lips and looked at his shirt once again. "Maybe... Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm just a slut."

"Y/N-"

"I think I should..." You sucked in a deep breath and lets the tears drip down your face. "I think I should go to the clinic and see if I can... Get rid of it."

"Y/N, no." Michael cupped your cheek and forced you to look at him. "Y/N, you've been so excited for this baby. Don't let him ruin it."

Your lip quivered and you rested your hand above his. "I don't want this baby growing up without a father, much less a father that hates him." You gulped. "I don't want him growing up with three uncles and no father." A small sigh left your lips and you wiped the tear tracks away. "And that doesn't mean that you guys won't be the best uncles in the fucking world, but... This baby needs more than that."

"I know." Michael pressed your head against his chest and rested his chin atop your head. "I mean, Duncan and Jim and I all grew up with a shitty father figure and we're all kinda fucked up."

"I think you guys just grew up with shitty parents in general."

"That's probably more accurate." A small chuckle left both of your lips and you sniffled. "What I'm saying is that..." Michael sucked in a deep breath. "You're an amazing girl, and I think you can definitely find an amazing guy who can take on the role of a father figure for this kid."

You sighed and nuzzled closer to Michael. "If only it was that easy." You licked your lips. "Every guy our age is shit. Well, except you three, but..."

Michael's heart began to race. "But what?"

"But I think you guys are too good for me. You guys need a girl who is a lot more stable. A girl who isn't fucking pregnant."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around you. "Trust me, Y/N, any of us would die for you. You're more than any of us deserve to have."

Your breath caught in your throat and you risked a glance up at him. His eyes were trained on you, and his lower lip was caught between his teeth. "I'd die for any of you. All of you." You cracked a small smile. "I love you all so fucking much, and I'd love it if any of you were the baby's father figure."

Michael just nodded and you both sat in silence for a while. "So this is gonna be like a Bachelorette type situation."

"You did not just reference that god-awful show during a heartfelt moment." You looked up at Michael and teasingly quirked a brow at him.

"How else am I gonna describe it?"

"A love triangle or something."

"This is a love square, dear. A love diamond."

"Oh my god." You rolled your eyes and swatted his chest playfully. "Alright, I'm done. I'm tired. I'm gonna take a nap and pray that I forget that you ever referenced The Bachelorette."

Michael laughed and wrapped both of his arms around you, holding you captive. "You can sleep right here."

You rolled your eyes but relaxed against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Get comfy then, bitch. You're not gonna be moving for a while.” You laid back until your back connected with the couch, pulling Michael down with you. A chuckle fell from his lips and he shifted so you both were laying on your sides. His fingers lightly dug into your sides and he puffed out a deep breath before resting his head against your chest. Your fingers carded through his hair and your body curled into his, a small shiver running up your back at the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your skin.

“Go to sleep, love,” Michael hummed, his fingers beginning to skim up and down your spine.

You just nodded and fluttered your eyes shut, letting Michael’s gentle touches and warmth lull you to sleep.

***

Two months.

It had been two months already and you still hadn’t decided on one of the three boys who you loved with your whole heart.

It was dreadful.

You discussed the situation with the three boys, who each had a look of pure unadulterated admiration on their faces as they listened to you explain that you loved them all, and they took matters into their own hands.

Duncan had bought you gift after expensive gift, ranging from a new pair of sneakers (which costed a whopping $300) to a new mattress so you didn’t get bad back pains from carrying a new life inside of you.

Michael had taken you on multiple dates, each of them a complete surprise to you. He took you to concerts, museums, fancy restaurants, parks, and ice cream shops, his eyes trained on you the entire time as if he wanted to memorize the look on your face each time.

Jim, however, had done something completely different. Something non-material.

He revealed to you his memories, his life before college, before you. How his mother was an overbearing and obsessive woman who used Jim as her therapy pet. How he overdosed twice, nearly killing himself. He talked about his twin sister, his only friend, and his love for the ocean and the stars, his three saving graces before you came along.

And that was what brought you to the beach in the middle of the night, watching Jim glide through the waves and ride them like the king of the sea. He was completely in his element, with the moon and the stars lighting his way as he tore through the ocean.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around your body as you watched him, completely hypnotized by him. You knew he surfed and he did it well, but you didn’t know that he was that good. A cheer erupted from you when you watched him slice right through the wave and appear on the other side untouched. His smile was visible from your spot on the sand, and it shone brighter than any of the stars in the sky.

He paddled back to shore a short while later, undoing his ankle leash before he walked over to you. “You killed it out there, handsome,” you announced when he was only a few feet away from you, watching as he tossed his board into the sand before sitting down next to you.

“Really?” he asked, his hand reaching up to his neck to undo the Velcro that hid the start to his zipper.

“Definitely.” You grabbed the towel next to you and let the blanket fall off your shoulders as you leaned over and began to rub the towel on his hair. A soft chuckle bubbled in his chest and he unzipped his wet suit. “You should teach me how to surf one of these days.”

He grinned brightly, his nose crinkling and his eyes squinting at you. “Would you like that?”

You nodded and helped him tug his arms out of the sleeves of the wet suit, handing the towel to him a moment later. “I would love it.” You licked your lips and smiled. “Maybe you can teach the baby, too.”

His heart skipped a beat at that. “That would be awesome.”

You nodded and turned your body to face him, your eyes trained on his face. “Like a mini you or Medina just out there, conquering those waves.”

A soft silence washed over the two of you as he dried himself off. The wind kicked up slightly and you pulled the blanket back onto yourself, scooting closer to him to keep warm. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You locked eyes with him and noticed the tears that began to brim. “What’s wrong?”

His tongue darted out to lick his lips and you scooted even closer, taking the blanket and draping it over his shoulders. “This baby... I-I think it could keep me from falling.”

You tilted your head slightly. “What do you mean?”

“If I can be this baby’s father, I can have something that could keep me stable. Keep me from wanting to slip back into my old habits.”

“Keep you alive,” you choked out.

He nodded and you reached your hand up to cup his cheek. “I’d have something I’d want to stay alive to see. To look forward to.” He slowly extended his arm until his fingers skimmed across your stomach. “I’d have two things to live for. Two people.”

“Jimmy...”

“I know that you love Duncan and Michael too but...” He sniffled and stared at your stomach, his palm now laying flat against it. “But I love you. You and this baby.”

You both began to cry, tears falling down your faces as the sound of the waves crashing echoed through the night. “Jim,” you whispered, your hand lifting his face so you could look into his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You nodded and moved even closer to him, your lips only centimeters apart from his. “I don’t have to choose, yet. But there is one decision I can make right now.”

“What is that?”

“I’ve decided that I really want to kiss you right now.”

“I do too.”

You bumped your nose against his and let your eyes flutter shut, surging forward slightly and finally connecting your lips with his. He smelled like saltwater and tasted like the sugary cereals he basically survived on, and it made your head spin.

His hand moved to your hip and pulled you up onto his lap, his other hand going up so he could tangle his fingers in your hair. A gasp fell from your lips when he began to nibble at your lower lip, and a shiver ran up your spine. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he mumbled, lifting his hips slightly to grind against yours. “Wanted you for so long, baby.” You let out a small whimper and ground down against him in return, prompting him to throw his head back and let a hiss out from between his teeth. “Fuck me.”

You hummed and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his adam’s apple. “Not now, baby,” you whispered, brushing his hair back before sliding off his lap and onto the spot next to him.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be a tease.” He pouted and gently lowered you down onto your back. He moved to hover over you, his hands framing the sides of your head and his knees resting on either sides of your hips.

A small chuckle bubbled up and escaped through your lips. “I’m sorry, handsome. We need to get back before the boys wonder where we went.”

He sighed and leaned down, capturing your lips once again. “Fine. But we’re gonna pick up where we left off soon. Deal?”

“Deal.” A final kiss was pressed to the tip of your nose before he stood up, taking your hands and pulling you up afterwards. “My butt’s all wet now ‘cause I sat on your wet suit,” you grumbled, bending over to grab the blanket and towel.

“You sure that’s the reason?” he hummed, smacking your right ass cheek when you straightened back up.

You jumped slightly and spun around to snap him in the chest with the towel in your hand. “Watch those hands, mister.”

“Ooh, I like that name. Say it again.”

You rolled your eyes. “God, you’re insufferable.”“But you love me.”

“Yes, yes I do.” God, more than you can imagine.

***

The dorm was more silent than usual this morning, vacant of thundering footfalls, playful bickering, and blaring music.

The boys had all left for a weekend getaway in the mountains that they had been planning for months, and due to your situation, they vehemently rejected your pleas to go with.

So you were stuck in your dorm room with nothing to do, no one to hang out with, and a fucking baby in your stomach that prohibited you from ingesting anything that would harm it (i.e. alcohol). The boys had called you from a payphone the first night, but you hadn’t heard from them for the days following.

You were worried for all three of them, but especially for Jim. Knowing Michael and Duncan, they would probably get themselves into a stupid situation, and now being aware of Jim’s struggles, you feared that he would stumble down that same path again.

On top of that, after the conflict with Trevor began, you were on edge all the time, not knowing what he would do. You didn’t want to leave your dorm in case you ran into him, or in case he was watching you.

The bowl of cereal sat on the counter in front of you, untouched as you were too held up by your own thoughts to eat. The boys said they’d call when they got back into town, you thought to yourself. It’s already noon. They should be back by now. What if something happened to them? You shook your head. “Breathe, just breathe,” you told yourself. “I’ll just call them. They probably forgot.”

You grabbed your phone off the counter and dialed Duncan, nervously drumming your fingers along your thigh as it rang. “Hey babe,” Duncan’s voice purred after the fourth ring.

“Good, you guys are alive.” You let out a soft sigh and tugged lightly at a strand of hair. “You were supposed to call me when you got service.”

“It’s dangerous to drive and be on your phone.”

“It’s also dangerous to stress out a pregnant lady, asshole! I was worried that you guys died or something!”

Duncan sighed and you could tell that he was scrubbing a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, babe. We all weren’t thinking.”

You chewed on your lower lip and let out a small huff. “Sure you weren’t. Are you ever?”

“How about I make it up to you? Peanut butter shakes and french fries?”

You pursed your lips for a moment. “Dammit, Shepherd, you really know the way to my heart.”

“I pride myself on that.” His chuckle echoed through the phone and gave you slight chills. “We’ll be home in about an hour. How about you run a bath and relax until we get there? You seem worked up.”

“It’s because I am.” Again, he chuckled that chuckle that gave you chills. “See you in an hour, Shepherd.”

“Until then, babe.”

He hung up and you sat there for a moment, the phone still pressed against your ear, his voice still echoing in your mind.

God, why does everything have to be such a mess?

You grabbed your bowl and cleaned it out in the sink before heading to your room. Sifting through your closet, you grabbed your black silk robe that you splurged on a while back, along with a matching underwear set, a sheer tank top, and satin shorts. With all of your clothes in your arms, you headed into the bathroom and drew yourself a bath.

Keeping in mind that the boys would be home soon, you decided against adding a bath bomb since that would make you want to stay in the tub forever. Instead, you added a generous amount of bubbles and sunk into the hot water, letting it sooth away all the tension in your body.

***

“Y/N,” a groan echoed out, followed by a harmony of grunts.

But they all weren’t from the same person.

You felt your back being pressed against a solid chest, three different sets of hands roaming all of your body.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” another voice hummed.

Jim’s voice.

You looked around and saw the three boys surrounding you, all of you very naked. Jim and Michael were knelt in front of you, their hands skimming up your legs and going towards your core. Duncan sat behind you, his hands cupping your breasts as he laid kisses along your neck. Your hands flew over to grip onto Michael’s hair as he dragged a finger along your slit, a small moan falling from your lips. “How’s she look, Mikey?” Duncan asked, tongue darting out momentarily to lick at your sweat-soaked skin.

“Delicious,” Michael grunted. “Bet she tastes even better.”

You threw your head back in bliss, resting on Duncan’s shoulder. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Y/N.”

***

“Y/N!” Duncan nearly shouted, startling you awake. Cold water sloshed around you and your hands instinctively flew up to cover your chest.

“You scared the shit out of me!” You screamed, grabbing a washcloth and flinging it at him.

He chuckled and dodged it, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Really? It seemed like you were having some very different feelings before I woke you.”

Your face grew hot and you sunk slightly lower into the water, cringing. “Oh my god.”

“Heard you say something like that. In a different tone, though.”

You covered your face with your hands and huffed, sucking in a deep breath before facing him with a glare. “Get out.”

He just laughed and turned on his heel. “Alright Miss Feeling Myself. Your shake and fries are out on the counter, if that’s what you’re still craving.” He turned around and winked before slinking out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You flipped him the bird- well, more to his back- and stood up. You grabbed a towel and hastily dried yourself off before slipping on your underwear and the robe, ditching the shirt and shorts you grabbed. After throwing your hair up into a ponytail, you slinked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

“Michael Langdon, I swear to God!” you shouted.

In the kitchen, Michael stood there with your milkshake in his hand, slurping away happily.

He jumped at your voice and set the shake down, feigning innocence. “Hey, Y/N,” he hummed, smiling softly.

“Don’t eat the pregnant lady’s food!” You walked over to him and slapped his arm before grabbing the shake, shooting a cold glare at him. “You owe me for this.”

He sighed and pursed his lips. “What do you want?”

You thought for a moment. “Hmm, a massage sounds nice.”

His eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he let out a groan, but you really couldn’t tell if it was out of annoyance or... lust? You shook the thought out of your head and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Go lay down on the couch.”

You took a sip of your shake as you walked over to the couch, setting the drink down on the coffee table before attempting to lay on your stomach. A huff fell past your lips after a moment and you flashed him a remorseful look. “I don’t think I can lay on my stomach. It hurts.”

His expression shifted to one of gentle sorrow and he nodded, sitting down behind you with his legs crossed. Wordlessly, he pulled you back until you were almost in his lap and your lower back was pressed against his crossed legs. “Comfy?”

You nodded, reaching over and grabbing your drink before situating yourself back to where you were. Michael’s hands skimmed up your back, fingers delicately tracing along your spine and ribs before they rested on your shoulders. Slowly, he began to apply pressure to your sore muscles, untying the knots buried underneath your skin.

Small groans of satisfaction fell from your lips every few moments, head lolling slightly as you melted under his touch. It ended as soon as it started, though, and you huffed when he pulled his hands away. “There, all done,” he whispered in your ear, patting your shoulder.

“No,” you whined, leaning back on him.

He just chuckled and ran his hands along your upper arms, resting his chin upon your shoulder for a moment. “Alright, little baby, lay on your back.”

You rolled your eyes at his nickname but obliged, setting your now-empty cup on the table before tucking an arm under your head as you laid down. Your eyes fluttered shut and you sighed softly, wiggling slightly to get a bit more comfortable.

A small warmth radiated on your thighs and you opened your eyes to see Michael straddling your legs.”What are you up to?” you hummed, narrowing your eyes playfully at him.

He just flashed you a gentle smile and leaned over, his face now level with your slightly-swollen belly. “Hey, kiddo,” Michael whispered, fingers deftly working to undo the tie on your robe. It fell open within a matter of seconds, and your face flushed when you remembered that you were only wearing your underwear underneath the robe.

“Michael-”

“Shhh, don’t interrupt.” He let out a low laugh and rested his hands on your stomach, his hair cascading around his face and grazing your skin. “Kiddo, you gotta take it easy on mama. You’re already stressing her out.”

“I don’t think the baby is the thing stressing me out.”

He shook his head and trailed his fingers along your rib cage, threatening to tickle you. You clapped your mouth shut and wiggled away from his touch, prompting a small hum of approval to echo from his chest. “Now, we’re all very excited to see you, sweetheart. You’re gonna be just as beautiful and kind as your mama, I just know it.” He smiled softly and pressed a light kiss to your abdomen, lips barely dusting across your skin. “Just be patient, buddy. Take your time, don’t be hard on her. She loves you. We all do.”

You wiped away a tear that, until that moment, was unnoticed. “You’re such a sap,” you teased, voice thick with emotion.

“Only for you two.” His fingers grasped the tie for your robe and tied a bow, covering you back up. “Feel better?” His hand reached up and gently cupped your jaw, his thumb grazing along your cheekbone.

“Much better, thank you.”

He smiled satisfactorily and nodded, pressing his lips to your forehead before shifting off of you. A small echo in your mind told you that you missed the feeling of his warm body hovering above you, but you shushed the voice as soon as it spoke.

“Hey, Michael?”

“Yeah?”

You hesitated for a moment. “Can you... Can you make sure I drained the tub? I don’t remember if I did.”

He nodded, a flicker of an emotion flashing past his face, but it was gone as soon as it came. “Sure. Anything else?”

You shook your head and pushed yourself up to a sitting position. “Thank you.”

***

12:31 a.m.

Duncan stumbled into your room, his hair a mess and his shirt halfway up, exposing his stomach. “Woah, woah, woah,” you announced, sitting up in bed and holding your hands out in front of you. “Where’s the fire?”

He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his nostrils flaring slightly. “I have a problem.” Gently, he placed both his hands in yours, fingers curling around yours.

“What’s wrong?” You tugged him closer and pulled your hands from his, moving them to wrap around his waist and hold him tight.

“Annette and Bill want me to go up to DC for winter break.”

Your heart sunk in your chest at the mention of those two wretched people. The disgust left you for a second, however, when Duncan wrapped his arms around your upper body, caging you in. You wracked your brain for a solution, even though all thought processes basically flew out the window the moment he laid his hands on you.

“I’ll come with you,” you abruptly blurted out, not even giving it a second thought.

He seemed to freeze in your arms. Slowly, he pulled away from you and rested his hands on your biceps, staring into your eyes. “What?”

“I’ll come with you to DC.”

He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips. “Let me get this straight. You want to go up to DC with me to deal with my insufferable family and throw away your whole break?”

You thought for a moment before sighing softly. “I don’t want you to have to be with them all by yourself.” You shrugged slightly. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to go to the Smithsonian. And we’re only gonna be there for like a week, then we can come back to sunny LA and just relax for the rest of break.”

He seemed taken aback, his eyes searching yours. Not even a moment later, he launched himself into your arms and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you so much,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Of course. Anything for you.” You squeezed him once before reluctantly pulling away. “Get some sleep, Dunc. My first check-up is at 9 tomorrow morning.”

He nodded and pecked your forehead once more before retreating. He stopped in the doorway, though, and turned on his heel. “I’ll get the plane seats booked.”

You hummed in response and laid back down in bed. “Sounds good. I’ll pay you back in the morning.”

“There’s no need, Y/N. Seriously.”

You flashed him a kind smile and nodded. “Alright. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, babe.”

“Goodnight, dork.”

God, you were in deep.

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fckinsupreme · 5 years

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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12 18 49 and 54 for Duncan

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I hope that you’ll like this, as always... if you are not into it just send me an ask and I’ll write it for you again!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Fluff, Mention of Smutty Books!

“What do you have behind your back?” Duncan asked as you came closer to him, hiding a small lilac package behind your back, but the man kept on moving round and round, trying to spy what it might be.

“You’re seriously like a man-child” you muttered, pushing him back lightly as you moved a hand onto his chest, as he smirked at you and promised to ‘behave’.

‘But only if I get my gift!’

You just shook you head, almost annoyed, but got the small package from behind your back as you offered it to Duncan, immediately moving your eyes away from his face, insecure of your choice.

And unsure if you hadn’t gone a bit too far.

There wasn’t any special occasion for you two, but you had just felt a bit surprised by Duncan’s affirmation that he didn’t know at all.

‘It’s just… it’s difficult for me to talk about myself’ you had mumbled, because you were well-aware that there wasn’t anything interesting in you, at least not enough to get the interest of the infamous Duncan Shepherd.

And yet here you were.

Giving Duncan your favorite book.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt by giving me books” he joked and suddenly you felt the impulse to smack him across your face, but as you raised your head to meet his eyes, they were glimmering happily “… ‘Passion of the Exotic’, I am honestly disappointed with your bookish…”.

“I hate you, Duncan Shepherd” you muttered, as you turned biding him ‘goodbye’ but soon two arms were around you, and you were stopped, unable to resist the soft warmth of Duncan’s body “… even though you smell heavenly”

“Not creepy at all babe” he joked, releasing you as he twirled to face you “… but I know what the book stands for, and although I joked, I appreciate the gift, I’ll certainly have a ‘passionate night’ “.

“We are not going to talk about this anymore” you muttered trying to get back your gift, but Duncan just pushed your hand away, as he raised on his toes to put much less distance between you two, dipping his head to kiss you on the lips.

And you knew there and then that you had lost your fight.

“… I just thought that I’d spoil you, since you never spoil me” you muttered, onto his lips, as he shot you an unbelieving look, distancing himself with a dramatical sigh.

“How am I supposed to spoil you when you won’t accept my gifts?” he retorted before you replied quickly, imitating his tone full of flair.

“You got me a Maserati! For passing an exam!” he just sent you a look as if to say ‘what about it?’ “… everyone thought I had a sugar daddy!”.

“You do call me ‘daddy’ in bed” he muttered with that tone of voice that made you just open your mouth and close it again, as the blush on your cheeks just darkened “… ok I’ll tone it down”.

“Thank you, sweetie”.

“Next time I’ll get you a bookstore”.

Well, it wouldn’t be fun without a bit of exaggeration.

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years

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Midnight City (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Anonymous asked: dad!duncan trying to put his newborn asleep but bub won’t stop crying no matter how hard their momma and dad try so duncan just puts baby and momma in the car and drives around the city for a bit until bub (and momma) falls asleep. baby stops crying and all you can hear is music playing softly, duncan looks at his wife and bub asleep and gets all mushy :))

A/N: I was just going to leave this under the ask, but I clearly got carried away. This made me so soft and if you couldn’t already tell I love dad!Duncan with my whole heart. Let me know what you think, and please send in more requests! I’m having so much fun working on them all.

Duncan didn’t want to. He really didn’t. He prided himself on being independent from her, especially after everything she’d put him through. However, right now, he was desperate. He’d do just about anything if it meant he could have just one moment of solitude in the prestigious, oversized, borderline mansion he had called home for the past few years. His fingers hovered over the ‘Send’ button on his cell phone, in denial at who he was about to call for advice, parenting advice at that.

“Hello? Hello? Mom?” Duncan yapped into the speaker, speaking a little louder than what Annette thought was necessary, but then again she hadn’t been exposed to the deafening, heartbreaking wails of her newborn granddaughter for two consecutive hours like you and Duncan had.

You laid in yours and Duncan’s bed, hopelessly rocking and swaying and patting your daughter’s fragile spine, but she wouldn’t let up. She’d been screaming like she was in pain for hours now, and both you and Duncan had tried everything in the book to soothe her, but her bawling persisted. You fought back frustrated tears of your own, feeling like shit over not being able to make your own daughter stop crying.

“Yea, we just changed her.”

“No, she doesn’t have a fever. We’ve been checking every twenty minutes”

“She ate right before she started crying. There’s no way she’s hungry.”

Duncan’s voice battled to be heard against your daughter’s as Annette ran him down her mental checklist of what could possibly be wrong with your sweet baby girl. He was pacing the room at the foot of the bed, anxiously running his fingers through the dirty blonde curls that currently laid flat against his head. He had been stressed out because of his workload plenty of times, but this was a new level of worry that consumed every nerve ending in his body. Not only was he beyond hysterical over the fact that he had yet to have one, solid second of silence, but each cry from his daughter that pierced through the walls of his bedroom was another stab wound to his gut. He was absolutely heartbroken that nothing he did could cease her sobbing. Although he knew he it was a bit dramatic to be jumping the gun like this, he felt like a failure of a father already.

“What? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It did?”

“Uh, okay. Guess it’s worth a shot.”

“I’ll let you know if it works.”

“Yeah, love you too.”

“Bye.”

Duncan turned to face you after he hung up with his mother.

“She said we should put her in the car. Drive her around a bit and see if she falls asleep,” he said while shrugging his shoulders and throwing his hands up in the air as if he already knew the idea was a bad one, but it was his last chance at getting any kind of sleep tonight.

“Why would that put her to sleep? you asked through a strained voice, rubbing your bloodshot eyes with your fingers, trying to stay sane.

“I have no idea. Annette said it worked with me when I was a baby, so...”

“Well, neither of us seem to have a better idea. Fuck it.”

You placed your howling daughter in the crib that rested beside your own, suddenly feeling like you were abandoning her and leaving her to wallow in her own despair even though you only sat her down so you could slide on your shoes and throw a sweatshirt on over the ratty t-shirt you hadn’t changed out of in two days.

Duncan raced downstairs to start the car, then raced back upstairs with the fancy, over-the-top baby carrier that you'd only used once before to take her home from the hospital. Whilst you were tying your hair up in the vanity mirror across from your bed, he picked her up from her crib and began bouncing her absentmindedly. He pressed tiny kisses to the side of her head in one final attempt to soothe her before he fastened her safely into the car seat that had to be adjusted in the hospital to accommodate her small size.

Her crying sounded even worse in the car. The confines of Duncan’s Audi, while sizeable compared to other vehicles, were much smaller than the four walls of your bedroom, meaning her shrills sounded three times as loud as it rattled through the leather interior, and through your last thread of sanity. Just before pulling out of your driveway, Duncan reached for your hand, his thumb automatically beginning to stroke yours the second they laced together. It was his silent way of reassuring both you and himself that everything was going to be okay. Even if that seemed like the furthest thing from the truth

“I hope to god this works,” he huffed before peeling out of the driveway and onto the busy streets of Washington DC.

And it did. Before you even left the gates of your private neighborhood, she had conked out. Her wails became simple cries, and her cries died down to blubbery whimpers. And then silence. The stream of tears that spilled for hours from her eyes that looked just like Duncan’s, but only one shade darker, had dried. Her tiny fists that had been tensed up from the continuous strain of discomfort had relaxed, they now rested folded up near her face, something you noticed she always did when she slept.

Duncan opted to keep driving. He’d barely been anywhere besides CVS at midnight since the baby was born, rushing out the door after you’d realized you were out of something for the baby or needed more coffee to keep you awake the next morning. And you’d been nowhere at all, too preoccupied with caring for your daughter to be granted the pleasure of seeing the city beyond the skyline that was visible from the balcony connected to your bedroom.

You navigated your way through the streets of downtown, watching the lights of each skyscraper whiz by as Duncan continued up the block. The two of you made small talk, referencing to the landmarks in the city that marked important milestones of your relationship with each other: the restaurant where you’d had your first date, the exact bench in the park where you’d meet for coffee on your lunch breaks at your old job, the street corner where you’d jumped out of Duncan’s car in a fit of rage, the start of the first but certainly not last rough patch in your relationship.

You even passed Duncan’s old apartment complex, where you’d argue was where your love blossomed. It was where you’d first kissed him, on the couch after too many glasses of wine. Where you’d first made love to each other, in the cool sheets of Duncan’s king-size bed that you swore to this day you’d never found anything as cozy. It was where you’d held Duncan for hours and hours when he called you over at 1am with the earth-shattering news that his mother wasn’t actually his mother. Where you’d first said “I love you” to each other after making up from a deafening argument you thought was the end.

The high-rise, steel building held a file folder full of memories of the two of you that was bursting at the seams, and a part of you often missed little things about it like the comfort of the leather sofa that you’d spent many nights cuddled into Duncan’s side on or crying into his shoulder or the small breakfast nook in his kitchen that overlooked the White House garden, but the house you moved into with Duncan after marrying him meant so much more. It was a symbol of all of the hard work that went into building up your relationship after years and years of testing its strength. It was where you’d grow old together. Where your daughter, and however many blue-eyed and curly-headed children you’d be blessed with in the future, would grow up. It was home.

You began to see why your daughter had dozed off so quickly. The consistent rattle of the car and the occasional sound of the city rocked you in a way, pulled you from consciousness and wrapped you lovingly in the arms of sleep. It had been weeks since you’d slept properly, but even with your head pressed against the uncomfortable car door that would definitely give you a crick in your neck, you’d never felt more at ease.

Duncan still held onto your hand as he drove, relishing the warmth that radiated from your palm and the burst of light that pierced through the windshield each time a street lamp cast its beams on the wedding band resting comfortably on your ring finger. He recalled the weeks it had taken him to pick it out. He swore to this day that the premature wrinkle he had on his forehead was caused by the very incident. Everything had to be perfect. The ring, the dinner, the dress, the monologue. And it was, despite knowing you’d be just as happy with him asking you over delivery pizza and a shitty horror movie. You deserved the best, because he was convinced no one in the world could or ever would love and take care of him the way you did.

As Duncan circled the roundabout that would lead you back to the house, he couldn’t help but feel another wave of relief. He’d been feeling them quite often in the past year. When you told him you were pregnant, when you’d fall asleep next to him with your soft, round belly pressing against his own, when he’d first held his daughter just seconds after you’d pushed her out, when he looked over your shoulder astonishingly as you breastfed for the first time.

It was all coming together now, despite spending his early twenties convinced he’d be a permanent bachelor, banished from having longterm, meaningful relationships and left to use one night stands and whiskey as a replacement. He had a successful business, his own house, a wife whom he loved with every fiber of his being, and now daughter that made his heart soar in places he never thought possible. Even when she screamed ceaselessly into the early hours of the morning.

This was his life now, and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

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langdvn · 6 years

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Duncan Shepherd NSFW Headcanons!

anonymous asked for some dirty duncan headcanons and i delivered, enjoy!

Duncan is incredibly domaniate. He loves being in control. Ordering you around in the bedroom: “take your clothes off”, “get on yours knees”, “open your mouth for me, baby” he loves it, he loves even more that you listen, your eyes filled with desire and want, happy to please, happy to obey.

But that doesn’t mean he’s not giving to you. No he loves giving you what you want. He may make you beg for it a little, his lips and tongue teasing you until you’re begging him to give you what you need.

He loves begging, like a lot.

He likes to believe he has quiet the talent for oral. And he will let you know how good he thinks he is. But he would much rather show you.

He loves having you spread out on the bed for him, his face between your legs, your hands gripping his hair as his mouth sucks, licks, and kisses at your cunt. And he doesn’t stop until you’re coming on his tongue, even then he sometimes doesn’t stop until you’re squirming and begging him to.

And he will take you anywhere. At a fancy restaurant? He won’t hesitate to take you into one of the bathroom stalls and fuck you. Always making sure to hit all your spots to tempt you to moan loudly, wanting everyone in the restaurant to hear you. “Let them hear how good I fuck you, baby.”

He’s a big dirty talker. He loves the reactions he gets from you when he praises you for how well you’re taking his cock, and when you tell him to go faster, harder, he asks you to beg for it “tell me, show me, how bad you want me to fuck you harder, show me how much of a slut you are for my cock.”

Some days he doesn’t want to have sex, but to just get you off. He loves getting you off, maybe even more than he loves getting himself off.

He loves when you ride his face, your hands in his hair as you grind down on his tongue, his hands gripping your hips.

He just really loves giving oral.

He’s really into having sex in taboo places. His uncles desk? Hell yeah. Fucking you in the next room while you guys are attending a party? He loves it.

When it comes to you giving him oral, he loves watching. Loves the way you look on your knees before him. Loves the way your eyes look brimming with tears from taking all of him.

He loves encouraging you as you suck him off, “god, your mouth feels amazing baby”, “you’re taking it so well, such a good girl”.

He likes being rough with you, but not too rough. He knows your limits.

He loves gripping his hands around your wrists and putting them above your head ordering you to not move them, his lips and tongue teasing your skin as he makes his way down to your cunt.

He’s not opposed to using rope, or handcuffs, he loves watching you beg to touch him.

But he loves it most when you’re digging your nails into his back, or pulling his hair.

He may have a slight hair pulling kink. Each time your fingers pull on his locks loud moans always falling from his lips.

He loves when you wear short dresses or skirts. He loves when other guys look at you, wishing they could have you. It gives him a satisfying smirk because he knows they could never stand a chance against him. He has you in every way. You’re his. To kiss, to touch, to fuck, to love.

He also really loves when you wear short dresses so he can run his fingers up your inner thigh under the table, or in the car, or anywhere in public. His fingers not stopping until they’ve reached your undies, his index finger massaging you through them, before he moves past them. Smirking as he watches you try not to lose it.

He likes being called daddy, at times. But he loves when you call him sir even more.

And just because he loves being in control, and loves being rough, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to be soft.

Sure it’s a rarity when he’s slow and soft. But when he is it’s even more amazing than when he’s not. His hands and tongue worship your body, making sure his mouth has touched every part of your skin. On nights like this you two always do it in missionary. He loves watching your mouth hang open when you moan. The way your legs wrap around his waist allowing him to go deeper. His face always finds the crook of your neck, his deep moans, praises, and I love you’s vibrating against your skin.

Even though he’s big on being in control, he does really love when you take the reigns. He loves when you’re the one who initiates sex, pulling him into some bathroom, or pushing him down on the bed.

He loves when you ride him. He lets you take full control. His hands gripping your hips or finding their way to your breasts. He loves watching your cunt bounce on his dick, his hands sometimes finding its way in your hair, gripping it and pulling your face down to his in a rough, deep kiss.

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so-langdon · 5 years

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Safe Word - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N uses her safe word for the first time when it becomes too much with Duncan.

Warnings: Angst, dom! Duncan, swearing, spanking, hair-pulling, object use (hand cuffs, blindfolds, riding crop/whip), dirty talk, oral (female receiving), light edging, some fluff

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme

A/N: Thank you to @ccodyfern for helping me come up with a proper “safe word” that suits well with Duncan! <3

The weather outside was gloomy and dreary, making the night sky seem darker than it actually was. It had been raining off and on all week, but still had been cloudy the entire time. Usually cloudy weather was Y/N’s favorite. It made her feel relaxed and content, wanting to just snuggle in bed and curl up with a good book or watch some Netflix. But this week had been particularly difficult.

Really though, she just wanted the work week to end so she could have two off days of peace with her boyfriend, Duncan Shepherd. Without even trying, he always made her feel better and made her forget about her stressful, crazy week and whatever annoying antics she was currently dealing with at work.

Things between them only got better after the moment they first got together. They were on a never ending ride that only went up, the two growing closer together and being each other’s favorite person and safe havens. They found a comfort and love in each other that they never found or got from anyone else.

The connection they had was inspiring to anyone who witnessed the two. You’d see them just sitting beside one another and know they were in love and meant to be.

They could talk about any and everything, having endless conversations with plenty of laughter and smiles. During harder times, they were each other’s confidant’s, actively listening and being there while the other person vented to them, unafraid to show their true emotions and feelings. Their relationship had a strong foundation built on loyalty, trust, respect and communication.

Their strong connection also led to them having an intimate life that was very colorful. It didn’t matter what kind of intimacy they were having together, they were loving and enjoying every moment of it.

From making out on the couch during a movie, or rough sex on the kitchen counter before Sunday brunch with one of their families. They were never bored, never unsatisfied. From vanilla sex, to quickies, to hard and fast, to soft and gentle, they loved any and all of it. It was due to the fact that they were immensely in love with each other of course, always feeling complete with one another, but it was also due to how well they communicated. “Communication is key” they always say when their friends ask how they have such a great relationship.

As Y/N waits for a traffic light to turn green, she lays her head back against the car seat and sighs out. It had been such a long week and she just wanted to hurry and see Duncan. The impatience in her was overbearing.

Duncan knew of the week she had been having as they had talked on the phone about it the night before. Duncan listened to her as she ranted about the people at her work and all the upcoming demanding projects that she wasn’t ready to deal with yet. After letting Y/N vent and let off some steam, Duncan told her that after work the next day he would have some surprises for her to help her get rid of some stress and tension she had been feeling.

She perked up, knowing that any of Duncan’s surprises could range from a sweet dinner, to a sensual massage or fun sex. Whatever it was, she was excited for it and it was the only thing that was getting her through the last day.

Duncan had been texting her throughout the day too, leaving sweet texts for her to read to get her excited for the upcoming night. From texts such as, “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” and “I miss you, I can’t wait to see you,” to “Tonight will be all about you, baby.” The day couldn’t end soon enough.

One of the last texts she got from Duncan was, “Don’t be late,” which didn’t mean anything in particular to Y/N. She didn’t think anything of it, thinking the text was just him whining about her hurrying up, which made her laugh a bit as she thought about him complaining to her about being on time.

Y/N stepped up the stairs that led to Duncan’s front door a little too quickly as she wasn’t just excited about whatever Duncan had planned, but to see him in general and have him hug her and make her forget the week with his warm hold. Getting the key to his place out of her purse, she unlocked it in one swift motion and stepped inside.

“Duncan?” She called as she shut and locked the door behind her. She put the key away and set her purse aside on the in-table by the door. “I’m here,” she draws out, stepping further into his house. “Duncan?” She calls again and walks around.

She passes by the kitchen and his office, looking around for him. It’s unusual for Duncan to not already be waiting for her in the living room. He was always there to greet her with a smile and kiss. But she figures he’s probably in his bedroom waiting for her, so she keeps walking down the hall.

Stepping into his room, the lights are already on, bed made neatly but still with no sign of Duncan. She narrows her eyes a bit, wondering where he could be. But she turns around when she hears his footsteps approaching, along with his voice ringing through.

“Where have you been,” Duncan’s voice questions impassively, coming from around the corner as he walks into the room a second later. “You’re late.” “Hi to you too,” she smiles a bit. “It’s only been like half an hour,” she shrugs. “I had a few things to get done before I left, and then traffic was awful. You know how it is, especially on Friday evenings,” she explains. Duncan walks over to her, Y/N stepping a few forwards to meet him, expecting him to pull her into a hug and kiss her. But instead he grabs the sides of her arms, swiftly turning her and stepping her back until hitting the wall to the side of them and holds her in place. Y/N’s eyes widen a bit, confused for a second over Duncan’s actions. “What are you doing,” she asks. “I told you not to be late,” Duncan starts, voice low and annoyed. “And you have the audacity to blame it on your work and traffic?” He glares at her. Y/N raises her eyes, trying not to grin. She always loved when Duncan was dominant and rough like this. So she knew this is what the surprise was going to entail now. “Um, yes?” “‘Um, yes,’ really?” He furrows his eyes. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?” “Sorry Mr. Shepherd,” she purrs, mocking the situation and grins, unable to hide it any longer. Duncan grabs a fistful of her hair, gripping tightly, causing Y/N to yelp a bit and gasp, looking up at him intently, her heart beating with excitement. “Are you mocking me?” Y/N doesn’t say anything as she looks at him. “I gave you a very simple task, and you completely fucked it up,” Duncan lets go of her hair. “I don’t care if it was thirty seconds, or thirty minutes. You were late,” he hisses. “If you were on time, like I told you to be, you would have been rewarded. I know how hard this week has been for you,” Duncan starts, his harsh tone shifting, trailing the back of his fingers against her cheek gently, making her bite her lip. “I was ready to pamper you with everything you wanted,” his tone suddenly softens. “Your favorite meal, a bubble bath, chocolate covered strawberries -- anything you wanted,” he spoke gently. Duncan’s hands trail from her cheek, down to her neck, fluttering over her exposed skin.

Y/N swallows, his touch giving her butterflies like always, his dominant demeanor arousing her more quickly than she’d like to admit. When Duncan was rough, pulled her hair or spanked her or fucked her hard and fast, it was a different type of bliss for her compared to their gentle and sweet love-making, though she was always satisfied with both.

“I would have cherished every part of your body,” Duncan continued, trailing his hand down to her collarbones, his other hand raising to meet with the other. Both hands trail slowly down the front of her body, hands fluttering so gently, so softly over her breasts, teasing her agonizingly as she just wants his hands on her bare skin everywhere. “Would have touched you everywhere you wanted me to,” Duncan says, hands trailing down to her hips. They continue until a hand cups her heat through her clothes, causing a hitch to leave Y/N’s mouth as he palms her. “I would have made you feel so, so good, baby,” Duncan whispers, smirking, rubbing his hand against her teasingly.

Y/N whines a bit, bucking her hips forward to create some friction with Duncan’s hand against her. “But, you were late. So you don’t get that.” He takes his hand away, causing Y/N to pout and internally groan. “Instead,” he leans in, “You’ll be punished.” Y/N narrows her eyes, letting out a deep breath from Duncan barely doing anything yet. Duncan smiles almost mockingly. “Get undressed and lay on the bed.” He steps away, and heads for the door. Y/N looks at him walking away, wondering what he’s up to, not even able to move her feet at the moment over how Duncan just had her captivated where she stood. Duncan stops at the door, grabbing the door frame and turns his head back. “Don’t make me tell you twice,” he states huskily, blue eyes burning back at her. His tone and look causes Y/N’s stomach to jump and she nods. Duncan grins smugly, and then disappears down the hall.

Once Y/N is completely naked, her clothes discarded, she takes a deep breath to keep herself calm from the suspense, her body being overcome with excitement for what’s to come. They’d never done something like this, the whole role-play of “rewards” and “punishments.” The reward seemed enticing, but she couldn’t help the curious anticipation she had for this “punishment.” They’d talked about it before, saying the whole “rewards” and “punishments” would be fun play in the bedroom. They just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. She was glad they were now.

She lays back on the center of the bed, against the pillows, knees slightly bent while waiting for Duncan as he said. Her mind starts to wonder with what he could be doing. Maybe getting them drinks, a fun toy, or the strawberries he mentioned earlier. The possibilities were endless at the moment, and she was growing more impatient as time went on. She wanted Duncan to hurry up so she could find out what was going to happen. In every way possible, she needed him after the week she’d had.

Finally, when Duncan does come back into the room, he’s dressed in only his black boxer briefs, holding a few things in his hand, lust written all over his face.

Y/N squeezes her thighs together when seeing him, seeing how he carries himself with a dominant stance, full of confidence and control. She admired his body, broad at the shoulders with a fit physique, brunette hair tussled back. Just looking at him come into the room like this was already sending a flood of warmth into her core and he wasn’t even doing anything.

Her eyes drift down to see what he has in his hands, noticing a blue fabric and two pairs of hand-cuffs.

Duncan sets the items on the nightstand, and walks to the foot of the bed after, Y/N sitting up with her elbows. Duncan kneels onto the bed, crawling up to her body and to her face. She lays back as he does, looking up at him.

“You managed to listen to me this time, didn’t you,” Duncan grins, leaning in.

Y/N nods, raising her head to meet his lips and kiss him. They hadn’t kissed or hugged at all since she got home and all of this started. It wasn’t an issue what they were doing, but she was still missing the feel of his mouth on her.

Duncan’s lips brush over hers, some of the stubble on his face tickling against her skin. Y/N keeps reaching up towards him, wanting so desperately to feel the touch of his smooth, plump lips on hers. But she rests back when Duncan leans back, pushing himself up with his hands. “You might have listened this time, but you were still late. You don’t get rewarded for anything now.”

Y/N pouts as Duncan gets off the bed and stands at the nightstand beside. Y/N pushes herself to sit up with her hands, looking over him. “So you’re not going to kiss me at all tonight because I was a little late?”

“Lay back,” he tells her, ignoring her question as he picks up a pair of hand cuffs.

Y/N rolls her eyes but grins, laying back against the pillows again, knowing the game he’s playing. Her eyes stay focused on Duncan, watching his every move, watching as his eyes can’t help but trail over her exposed body greedily. He always made her feel so sexy and beautiful with the way he looked at her with hunger, devouring her body with his eyes.

He reaches a hand out towards her. “Give me your wrist,” he commands. Y/N raises her hand without complaint, Duncan grabbing her. Though Duncan was often dominant, and could be rough or behave “angry” like he was tonight, his touch was still always soft with her, especially as he grabbed her wrist now. Duncan cuffs her wrist, tightening the hold just enough and then cuffing the bed post with the other side of the cuffs. Y/N pulls on it, testing it, realizing that they’re real handcuffs, not the fake, playful magic one’s. “Good?” Duncan asks. Y/N nods, “Yes. It’s not too tight.” He reaches for her wrist again, and then tightens the cuff more, the metal straining lightly against her skin. “They alright now?” He asks again, smirking. Y/N stares at him, shocked from him tightening the cuffs more on her. “Pretty tight.” “Good,” Duncan smiles smugly and walks away.

The tightness of the cuff was a bit discomforting, but it also aroused her. She didn’t mind a little pain here and there. Duncan had edged and denied her orgasms, spanked her, tied her up with rope, used toys and even had some candle play once. They were always open-minded and experimental, always trying anything once, so a little pain didn’t scare Y/N. It turned her on more than anything else, as long as it didn’t go past her limits, which is why they always talked about these things beforehand.

Duncan walks to the other side of the bed, putting his hand out for her other wrist. Repeating the same actions as before, he cuffs her, cuffing the bedpost with the other side of it and makes sure the cuff is tight on her.

“So what now,” Y/N asks, leaning back against the pillows. “You lay there patiently, that’s what,” Duncan states as he walks to the front of the bed. Y/N looks at him, waiting as patiently as she can for his next move. He kneels onto the bed, crawling up and grinning at her. He uses his knee to nudge her legs apart, hands grabbing at her knees to spread her further in front of him, making Y/N whine a bit at the anticipation. With an obvious smirk rested on his face, he rests his body between her legs, lowering his face between her thighs.

Watching Duncan lick his lips and eye her entire body down to her most vulnerable parts had Y/N’s stomach turning and twisting with an impatient excitement, Y/N pulling on the cuffs a bit.

Duncan leans down, kissing softly at her left inner thigh, the touch soft but teasing. He kisses upward slowly, planting a series of kisses toward her heat. But turns his head away just before reaching her center. Duncan repeats his movements on her other thigh, wanting to work her up, wanting to make her wait for the real pleasure. Y/N breathes out, feeling the contrast of his stubble against her soft skin, his lips brushing tenderly against her, taunting her as he kisses up just until her core and stops again.

As Duncan kisses up to where she really wants him, he skips over, kissing above, and upward to her navel. Y/N groans quietly, laying her head back against the pillows from the teasing and basic torture from Duncan.

When Duncan is kneeled over her body fully, head above hers, he grins down at her. “Everything alright?” “Yeah,” she mutters, somewhat pouting. “Something bothering you, baby,” Duncan hums, leaning his head down and into the crook of her neck, kissing against her skin. Y/N closes her eyes, turning her head to the side to give Duncan more room to kiss against her. “I hate when you tease me,” Y/N says, or rather lies, since they both know she actually likes it. But denying it was all a part of the game. “Do you?” Duncan hums against her, his hand trailing down the side of her bare body. Y/N squirms a bit, wanting to feel more of his touch on her, wanting to touch him back.

Duncan keeps trailing his hand down, fingers following one after the other until caressing the side of her ass and bringing them up towards her heat. He slicks two of his fingers against her, making Y/N moan quietly, coating his fingers with her wetness, feeling how aroused she is for him already. “Sure doesn’t feel like you hate it,” he smirks, lifting his head up to look at her as his fingers continue to graze her and then lightly circle over her clit. “Oh, Duncan, please,” Y/N moans, looking at him desperately. “You need to learn to be patient, love,” he grins and removes his hand, gaining a frustration sigh from Y/N. “Lift your head,” Duncan says, straddling his knees on either side of her and reaching over to the nightstand. “Why,” Y/N asks, eyeing his hands as Duncan grabs the blue fabric from the nightstand. “You’ll see,” he says, reaching over when she lifts her head. Bringing the fabric up, Y/N realizes he’s going to blindfold her. “You’re going to shield my vision away from you too?” She asks. “That’s not fair,” she mutters. “Nor was it when you were late when I told you not to be.” “You’re so dramatic,” Y/N states as the fabric covers her eyes, Duncan tying it around her head tightly but comfortably. “See anything,” Duncan’s voice asks. “No,” Y/N mumbles. “Perfect,” he replies, Duncan moving off of her and getting off the bed.

Y/N leans her head back again, not seeing any light or anything through the silky, dark material. Laying back against the pillows, with her wrists cuffed, eyes covered, and body laid out in full display, she feels the suspense pulsing through her, getting her worked up just from waiting. She can hear Duncan shuffling around in the room, wondering what he’s doing, hoping she’ll be finding out very soon.

She feels Duncan get back on the bed when there’s a dip beside her. She feels Duncan moving to situate himself between her bent legs again like earlier. Y/N breathes out, leaning her head back further as she feels him against her, kissing along her body, starting at just below her navel. Duncan’s lips travel downward, the touch of him against her feeling more sensitive with her vision blocked.

She feels Duncan’s hot breath fan over her heat as he lowers down to where she really wants him, Y/N bucking her hips a bit to get Duncan to touch her already. But Duncan was playing hard to get. He hums, no doubt a smirk residing on his face as he began kissing her core, around everywhere but her clit. Everywhere else was just a tease, taunting her, wanting to overwhelm her with the feelings she so desperately wanted to feel.

“Duncan,” Y/N whines out. “Don’t tease me, please.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he hums against her inner thigh and kissing over her clit feather-like, with just enough touch for her to feel. She jerks lightly, the sensitivity being higher since she’s blindfolded and can feel everything more with one of her senses blinded. “I’m just giving you what you deserve,” he kisses her again, causing Y/N to groan and to rut her lower body up to try and cause more friction. “To teach you to not be late again.” Leaning in he does kiss against her clit with more pressure this time, probing his tongue out and licking a slow lick over her.

“Duncan,” she whines more. “This isn’t fair.” “Whine all you want, but you deserve this.” “If I knew you would be this much of a--” Y/N halts when Duncan lowers his head further, enclosing his lips over her clit and sucking, promptly shutting her up. She gasps out, a soft whimper following.

Duncan sucks on her clit carefully, flicking his tongue against her after, licking through her folds and up to her clit again.

Y/N pulls on the handcuffs, wishing she could grab his hair or the bed sheets or something, anything at all. The fact that she can’t see what he’s doing, can’t touch him, and can’t really move her body, it makes her legs start to tremble around his head, the sensations overwhelming her. It’s the lack of control that causes her to squirm, and to make her more wet.

“More Duncan, please,” Y/N moans out.

Duncan brings a hand up, pushing two fingers into her slick entrance, Y/N moaning out contently and with relief at the feeling. Duncan keeps his focus on her clit, sucking and lapping at the bud while he begins to push his two fingers inside of her, curling and pumping them in a consistent pattern.

Y/N tries to rut her hips forward, wanting to match his movements, feeling a deep coil already building inside of her as her breathing becomes more shallow. Her back arches when Duncan begins to suck fervently at her clit. “Oh, God,” Y/N moans, pulling on her cuffs again.

With Duncan’s lips enclosed around her and his fingers pumping and curling, the buildup inside of her keeps growing more and more. Her breathing becomes more shallow, her legs starting to shake harder, her stomach contracting deep inside.

Duncan knows her body well enough that he knows when she’s close, and he knew she was on the edge now. That’s why Duncan stops, removing his lips and fingers and sitting up between her legs.

Y/N lifts her head to look at Duncan even though she’s blind-folded. “What, no, Duncan?” She pouts breathlessly. “Why’d you stop?” “I told you. You’re going to be punished tonight. No rewards for you,” Duncan says, tone cocky. Y/N groans, laying her head back and pulling on the cuffs. “I’m sorry I was late, okay, I didn’t mean to be. It wasn’t too late, please Duncan.” “No excuses,” Duncan states, crawling up, lips kissing up her body. Kissing achingly slow along her skin again, kissing to the middle of her waist, up between the valley of her breasts, one hand grasping a breast gently, Duncan grazing his lips over her other. Y/N whimpers. “Duncan,” she whines.

Duncan kitten licks over her nipple a few times before wrapping his lips over the sensitive area and sucking, sending pleasured tingles through her body while his other hand’s fingers graze over her other nipple. “Duncan, please,” she sighs, pulling on one of her cuffs harshly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking needy,” Duncan stops, his tone more harsh. “So greedy for more. For more of my touch, more of my tongue,” he says, his tone arousing Y/N more. “I wouldn’t have to be needy if you’d fucking hurry up and fuck me instead of playing some kind of teasing game with me,” she retorted.

It’s quiet. Duncan not saying anything or moving. Y/N can’t see what he’s doing, can’t see his expression, can’t figure out anything as the silence fills the room. Y/N swallows, mind racing as the silence continues on. But then Duncan gets off the bed again, and causing Y/N confusion. “What are you doing?” Y/N asks.

Duncan doesn’t say anything still. Only a few footsteps are heard. Y/N’s left wrist suddenly drops, her wrist freeing from the cuff. She turns her head when feeling her hand drop. Her other wrist drops a moment later, causing her head to turn to the other side. Her hands clasp together as she rubs over her wrists one at a time to soothe her skin, feeling the small indents of the cuffs as they had pressed into her.

“Turn over,” Duncan demands in the next moment. “What’s going on,” she asks as she sits up, reaching for the fabric around her eyes. “Don’t remove the blindfold.” Y/N stops, looking in the direction of Duncan’s voice. “And turn over. On your hands and knees like I fucking said,” he hisses.

Y/N bites her lip and turns over as he said, standing on her hands and knees. She grins a bit to herself then, knowing her comment riled him up to get more angry. Y/N knew Duncan took pride in his teasing, but she didn’t want to wait a second longer for him. So she figured her comment would give him that push.

A harsh slap against Y/N’s ass follows in the next minute, causing her to yelp out but more from the shock of it and catching her by surprise. Duncan grips her hips suddenly, aligning her with his body as he kneels behind her.

“You deserve to be punished because you were late. But I was going to take it easy on you since it’s the first time you fucked up. But guess that was my mistake.” “Your mistake?” Y/N laughs a bit. “What happened to the Duncan Shepherd that never made mistakes,” she taunts. Duncan slaps her ass again, Y/N groaning a bit as she feels the arousal pooling between her thighs. Duncan grips her hair harshly in his hand, but not yet pulling. “Do you really want to be testing me right now?” He whispers from behind. “Maybe,” she bites her lip, testing the waters and smirking to herself. She grinds her ass backward a bit, pressing back against Duncan, teasing him just like he’s been teasing her, easily feeling the hardness of his cock through the restraints of his briefs. “What are you doing to do about it?” Duncan pulls her hair, causing her to wince and look upward. “You can’t just fucking listen and do as your told, or keep from being a smart ass, can you?” Duncan says and lets go of her hair. “I told you, you would regret misbehaving.” Y/N turns her head as if she could see, feeling him get off the bed again. “Quit leaving the bed, dammit. You’re too jumpy,” she jokes, laughing a bit. “You’re not taking this seriously,” Duncan states, sounding to be on the other side of his room where his closet is. “All part of the fun, right,” she says, smiling to herself.

Duncan doesn’t say anything, but she hears his footsteps coming back over. Feeling the bed dip once more, Duncan places a hand on her ass, rubbing against her bare ass cheek to the other. “You’re going to be sorry, now,” Duncan draws out arrogantly.

Y/N bites her tongue, trying not to show her excited smile for Duncan to accidentally see. Angry, rough and dominant Duncan was always a great time. Sweet, loving and gentle Duncan was amazing, but he was always like that with her, intimate or not, which she loved. So getting a taste of a “mean-like” Duncan was fun and different and exciting. But when she feels the coldness of something long and leather feeling, her smiles fades. She narrows her eyes under the blindfold, trying to figure out what it could be. “What is that,” she asks. “You’ll be finding out soon enough,” Duncan says, trailing the material over her ass. “Duncan,” she starts, tone concerned. “No, what is that?” “You’ll think twice about being a sarcastic brat to me now,” he says.

Y/N swears all the breath inside of her leaves her body when she feels the sharp and harsh smack of hard leather hit against her ass, sending a surge of shooting pain through her, and not in a good way. She yelps out, eyes bulging out if the blindfold wasn’t on her. “Duncan, what the fuck,” she calls. “That fucking hurt,” she exclaims. “That’s the point,” Duncan says sarcastically. “I don’t like that,” she states harshly. “Don’t do it again.” “You don’t get to decide that. Not when you’ve been so fucking greedy and needy all night,” Duncan says, slapping the riding crop against her ass again. “Ow,” Y/N cries out, body flinching from the slap, eyes burning with water suddenly through the fabric. She reaches up to the silk material covering her eyes, yanking it off her head and throwing it to the side. She turns her head around to look at Duncan, seeing as he kneels behind her and sees the black riding crop in his hand, long and narrow, intimidating as she always thought they were. “Did I say you could take your blindfold off,” Duncan glares, and raises the crop up. “Duncan, stop, I don’t want to d--” she tries to say as she tries to move her body away and flinching again, but stops when Duncan hits her again, making her cry out, the loud smack screaming through the room. “Duncan stop,” she shouts, turning over fully to sit on her bottom. But it hurts, and she winces, tears falling down her cheeks consistently. “Turn back over,” Duncan demands, glaring. “No,” she cries. Watching Duncan raise his hand with the crop makes her recoil, “Duncan, stop,” she calls, trying to move further back on the bed to get away from him. “Mercy!” She cries out fearfully, using the safe word, her eyes blurring with tears again as she looks at him terrified, him looking furious and livid with the riding crop in his hand as he raises it.

But in just the blink of an eye his angered expression fades and it becomes soft and concerned. He tosses the riding-crop to the side and crawls closer to her. “Baby, what happened? You’ve never used the safe word before,” he states. “Are you okay?” He reaches a hand towards her to wipe her tears. “No, I’m not fucking okay,” she glares, smacking his hand away while tears still stream down her face and she scoots away from him further, making Duncan stop moving when seeing her move away. “And what do you mean what happened? What do you think happened?” She shoots a shoots a look towards the riding-crop on the ground by the bed and back to him. “What? The whip?” Duncan raises his eyes, wanting to clarify. “Yes, the fucking whip! What is that? Why do you have it?” She asks angrily. “Since when do you have one of those?” She gestures out harshly. Duncan looks to the crop again for a second and then back at her, “Well, it, it’s just a riding crop. I got it a few weeks ago.” Y/N furrows her eyes at him. “I got it to surprise you.” Y/N scoffs. “I wasn’t sure when the best time to use it was, but I figured after the long week you’ve had, it would be fun to use tonight.” Y/N stares at him in disbelief for a long second. “You know what’s wrong with everything you just said?” Y/N starts. Duncan stares at her, pressing his lips together. “You got it. You weren’t sure when the best time to use it was. You figured it would be fun to use tonight. It was all your idea, but never my idea also. You never mentioned it or talked about it with me,” she states. “I know, but, it’s because I wanted to surprise you,” he explains. “Who are you, fucking Christian Grey?” She narrows her eyes. “A surprise is surprising me flowers at work, or surprising me with my favorite dessert after dinner. This was just painful and agony, and not communicated between us!” She yells. Duncan shrinks back a bit, “I’m sorry. I get that.” “Yeah, now you do.” “I thought it would be fun,” he repeats sorrowfully. “Fun? What the fuck kind of fun is that when you’re just hurting me?” She glares again. “And using it as a surprise? We don’t fucking do surprises like that, Duncan,” she yells. “We always talk about everything. We do that to avoid what just happened now!” “Baby, I know,” he tries, “But I thoug--” “No, don’t fucking ‘baby’ me,” she points out. “You hurt me,” she sniffs, wiping her wet eyes away. Duncan’s face falls, looking to be overcome with sadness, hating how upset she is right now, and because of him. “That riding crop is different than anything else you’ve done to me before. That shit just brings actual pain.” “I -- I didn’t mean for it to hurt you so badly. I thought it would be okay,” he says softly. “Well you thought wrong. This is why we fucking communicate about it!” She gets off the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she stands. She feels vulnerable standing exposed and bare like this in front of him but she does her best to ignore it when she turns to him. “We talk about everything so we know what we’re getting into. We had talked about blindfolds and handcuffs before, but not riding crops and whips! That shit’s used to hurt people, at least with me tonight it fucking did. That’s why we communicate about it first!” She repeats and turns, stalking off towards his bathroom. Duncan gets off the bed, following after her, “Y/N, wait, please.” He rushes around to halt her in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he pleads. “I didn’t realize this would happen,” he reaches his hands towards her to try and grab her hands. “That’s why we were supposed to talk about it first,” she exclaims, and pushes his hands away from her. She moves past him, walking to the bathroom, attempting to shut the door. But Duncan holds it open with a hand as he follows her. “I know, I know, you’re right. I know we communicate about everything, it’s one of the things I love about our relationship, and I fucked it up,” he shakes his head in defeat. “I’m sorry. Don’t shut me out, Y/N. Talk to me about this, please,” Duncan tries. “Oh, talk? You want to communicate about our feelings now? Fuck you, Duncan. You hurt me,” she shoves his hand off and slams the door, locking it before Duncan can get a grip on the handle and try and push it back open. But he’s too late, making him sigh and lean his head against the door. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t realize. I didn’t realize that I should have talked to you about it first before I used it on you. I wasn’t thinking.” He tries turning the doorknob again but groans internally when it didn’t budge. “Please. I’m sorry, baby. Let me fix it. Let me make it up to you.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, not having anything to say back to him at the moment as she steps up away from the door. She turns to look at herself in the mirror, with her tear-stained cheeks, eyes lightly puffy from the crying and lips frowning. She turns her body, seeing in the mirror the harsh impact of the whip to her ass, still feeling the pain of the hits. She winces, seeing how there are harsh welts beginning to form, angry red lines burning and raising up on her skin.

She decides to take a shower, needing a few moments away from Duncan to calm down and hoping the warm water will soothe her body after everything that’s happened.

Duncan sighs out when hearing the shower turn on. He refuses to leave, not wanting to miss the chance of talking to her face to face for whenever she decides to come out of the bathroom. So he turns, kneeling to sit down and leans back against the bathroom door, committing to wait for her, hating that he fucked up.

Y/N lets the water cascade down her body, relaxing and calming her down. The warmth of the water subdues her body, helping to loosen the tension and stress in her muscles. She winces when the warm water hits her ass, her skin stinging along the welts. She bites her tongue when it burns more when she turns around, flinching every now and again when letting the water hit her backside fully. It eventually subsides, Y/N able to relax completely in the comfort of the shower.

After, she wraps a fluffy towel around her body and places her hands flat on the sink counter as she looks in the mirror, sighing out. She doesn’t know what Duncan’s doing, if he’s still there or left and given up. But she knows she’s already missing him and hates being mad at him.

Duncan turns his head when hearing the door being unlocked. He stands up from sitting on the ground, just straightening up and turning around when Y/N opens the door.

Y/N diverts her eyes away when she sees him, and tries to step forward to walk past him. But Duncan puts his hands up, refusing to let her walk. “You’re not going anywhere. We need to talk about this,” Duncan states. “I don’t want to talk right now,” she says quietly, tone sad and timid. “You don’t need to talk, you don’t have to say anything. Just listen to me, please,” he reaches a hand forward hesitantly. His fingers brush against one of her hands, her allowing him to grab it gently. Her eyes look back at him shyly. “I know what I did was wrong, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for doing this to you. I saw how afraid you looked, and knew you might be in pain when you told me to stop. But I don’t know,” he shakes his head, “I just didn’t realize, and I should have. I should have spoken to you first, I know that’s our thing. I should have known better,” he explains. “It kills me knowing that you were so afraid of me when I saw how you recoiled away, but I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t understand.” Y/N sighs, knowing he’s genuine and understands what he’s done. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I’m sorry for over-reacting. I know you would never mean to intentionally hurt me and would never try to upset me.” “Don’t invalidate your own feelings,” he cups her cheek. “You have every right to be upset with me. I fucked up.” “But I know you’d never try to really hurt me. You’d never want to actually hurt me. I just couldn’t help but get upset anyway, and I should have talked to you instead of just shouting and storming away.” “Stop. Don’t do that,” Duncan speaks softly. “It’s my fault, okay? Not yours. Don’t apologize for anything.” Y/N stays quiet, only looking back at him as she listens to him carefully. “I screwed up. I know you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I still did, and I’m sorry.” Duncan drops his hand from her face and wraps an arm around her waist carefully. “I love you so much -- so unbelievably much. I hate what I did to you. I can’t imagine what the marks must look on you now. Let me make it up to you. Please?” “Duncan,” she sighs, “you don’t have to--” “Yes, I do,” Duncan states. “Let me treat you how I should have in the first place,” he pulls her closer to him. “No punishments, no props, no exaggerated bull shit about me being ‘upset’ you were late,” he says, making her smile slightly. “Let me cherish your body like I said I was going to.”

Y/N’s eyes fall to Duncan’s hands as they reach for the top of her towel, grabbing the fabric and undoing it, unwrapping it from her body as it falls to the ground and pools at her feet, exposing her body to him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Duncan whispers, momentarily distracted by her beauty, eyes trailing down her body, his hand reaching to her hip, trailing against her skin. He looks back at her. “I never meant for this to happen to you,” he says apologetically, hand brushing down towards her heat, his fingers brushing between her thighs. “Let me help you relax,” Duncan purrs, fingers brushing against her clit and rubbing a gentle circle against her.

Y/N bites her lip, looking into his eyes as she feels her heart starting to beat faster, feeling the excitement building back in her.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he leans in, kissing her, Y/N immediately relaxing against the touch of his lips, having been waiting for the moment he would kiss her all night. She moans a bit into his mouth, feeling as his fingers continue to rub against her clit, rubbing a bit harder now. Duncan pulls back a bit. “I hurt you earlier, and I’m sorry. I want to take care of you now,” he whispers, tone low and soft, but sexy. “Let me make you feel good, baby,” he mumbles against her lips, words hanging in the air as his touch lingers, her mouth parting, her breathing becoming heavier. “Let me, please,” he whispers, moving his lips to kiss against her neck just below her ear. Y/N breathes out, nodding as she closes her eyes. “Okay.” “Good girl,” Duncan whispers against her skin, planting another kiss against her before making sure they have the best make-up sex of their lives.

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