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kaetastic · 5 years

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MIDNIGHT CRISIS

pairing: Reader X Duncan Shepherd

summary: It’s late night. And you’ve been squirmish in your sleep. And that bothers Duncan A LOT.

warning: smut, soft dominance, unprotected sex, polyamorous relationship.

words: 1.2k+

note: thank you for 100 followers 🥰❤️❤️, i love you all!! I wanted to add Michael Langdon in the pairing but then I realized Michael doesn’t do anything (meaning he doesnt partake in the show) in this but sleep, baby boy needs his nappy time. credit to owner of photo.

The bed that had the capability of holding four people for slumber; carried three. All exhausted and tired from work that had been stuffed through their timeline.

Duncan’s eyes fluttered open when sounds that were a fusion of soft moaning and purring, echoed through his ears. A groggy groan left his lips- he turned his body to the left, facing you. He smiled, taking in and admiring your visage. The other passed out body laid behind you, soft snores echoing from the long-haired lover. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He shuts his eyes, smiling at the thought of sleep. But the idea crumpled when another whimper rung through his ears.

Your eyes were shut closed, breathing steadily. With furrowed eyebrows, he lifted the blanket, looking under it; squinting his eyes since the only light that shone from the busy lights of the streets and the city, beaming from the window wall (which was the opposite of the bed). There was nothing. You weren’t hurt of harm. Slamming his head back on to the pillow, he massaged his temples- not occurring any memory of Michael or him, asking her to wear any toys during the night. He groaned. Shaking his head to drift off to sleep, pulling you closer- resting his forehead on yours.

The same sound left your lips yet again, your body found a sanctuary in Duncan’s warmth. Your arms around his neck as your head laid on his exposed chest. He liked to sleep with his boxers only, even though some might call it bare; he calls it freedom. He tries to ignore your breathing on him, he exhaled- in steady paces. His body froze. Your left leg laid on his, he shuts his eyes tightly. Trying his best, to avoid thinking and just snooze. But he couldn’t. How could he? Your pussy basically hovered over his dick.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to concentrate on the scent of the shampoo you used, that he loved dearly. The grip he held on you tightened, clamping on you to stay so you didn’t make it harder for him. It seemed like the odds were against him. Because you kept squirming. Your legs moved everywhere, he didn’t understand. Was it your dream? Was it a nightmare? Were you actually awake? Were you teasing him? Were you not happy with the temperature? He hitched a breath as your clothed cunt grind on him. His eyes still shut tight, but curiosity got the best of him- he glanced down. Your panties did no coverage as it thinned, riding up between your cheeks. His soft cock throbbed, twitching at the close proximity. But he held back, he had to control. A moan left your lips as you rubbed yourself on him; he could feel himself hardening.

And that is how he was tested. After a few more of you rubbing on him, he had enough. With a huff, he turned your body so you could face Michael’s direction. Little did he know it would be worse.

Still whimpering and squirming, you tried to find comfort and warmth- Duncan was the closest, resting your back on his chest. He groaned when his hardened erection twitched, not satisfied. That was when he lost it. Your ass cheeks found its way to welcome him, he elicited a breathy moan. Turning his head to face down, he watches as you bucked your hips against his hardened dick. Soft moaning left your lips. You were definitely having a wet dream. His eyes would twitch whenever you would thrust back, he watched as his covered-cock disappears and reappearing, insatiably. Feeling blood pumping, he sighed- knowing masturbating won’t do it. You calmed down, your body heaving up and down in normal pace.

Pulling down his boxers, the drip of precum slid down. He spread it on his head, groaning as it lubricates easily. His hips would buck for more friction, the side of his bed would creak from the movements. Stroking his cock, his eyes shut and head was thrown back as he tried to imagine the best scenario- in hopes of passing the expectation of his dick’s needs. And then he came. His cock wasn’t having it as it decided to stay headstrong, still hard. A groan left his lips, almost banging his head on the headboard from the frustration. He knew how to fix the problem.

Turning his body to face your back, he presses his chest on your back, groaning when he caught a glimpse of your perky nipples from the cold temperature. Laying soft and gentle kisses on your exposed shoulders, you shuddered as you wore a tank top. He contemplated, should he wake you up? He bit his lips, lost in his thoughts.

You mumbled under your breath. He sighed hopelessly when you didn’t move, you were still fast asleep. Tapping your shoulders, he waited for you to give a sign of awakening from your slumber. But you didn’t move- still dead asleep. Shaking your body softly, a hum escaped from your lips as you stirred awake; and a shake of your shoulders when you felt weight on it. A smirk smeared on his lips.

You gasped softly when he bit your earlobes. His tongue caressing your cold ears, his warm breathing sending shivers down your body. He mumbled as if he didn’t want Michael to wake up, “Baby girl...” Another shocked gasp left your lips when you felt an erected and hard shaft poke and rub on you, but you were still tired. Work has been piling up. To catch this sleep would be cloud nine. You whined, flipping your legs as an opposition to the idea. You needed this sleep. Sleep needed you.

“Duncan, tired...” You uttered, eyes still heavy as it lays on Michael’s back- who seemed to be having an amazing slumber with no one disrupting it. You yawned, curling your body. He groaned as you accidentally rubbed yourself on to him.

“Relax baby,” He reasoned, caressing his fingers on your exposed hip. “Just need to lay this off.” Pressing kisses on your shoulders, he rubbed your arm- smiling when he would feel the goosebumps. Pushing the panty away, he adjusted his body. His leverage on his left arm that laid on the pillow while the other rested on your hips, he aligned the tip of his cock- groaning at the tightness. A soft moan escaped your lips, as you clenched the pillow. He waited some time, before thrusting. His cock filled you fully, and when he would pull out to thrust back in- the short absence was gone. His pace was relentless, despite him just waking up. His hand rested on your tank top, pulling it down to knead the mounds.

Few more thrusts and it became sloppy yet deep, his eyes rolled back whenever your cunt would clench around his cock. He pulled back, thrusting in one more, sighing loudly as he came in you. His strained head now relaxed- which landed on the pillow. A smile smeared on his lips from the quick relief.

“Finish what you started, Shepherd.” That is how the night carried out, Michael tucked in his blanket, dreaming the night away. While the two of you, well- let's say satisfied yourself.

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littledemondani · 3 years

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what about a HC of how it would be morning and lazy sex with the Cody boys??

michael langdon rather enjoys soft, lazy, morning sex - despite his authoritative demeanor. he starts by pressing gentle kisses along your shoulders, light trails of his fingertips down your arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. he'll wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, snaking his hand down your pelvis to ghost over your folds. just when he gets you wet and needy enough, he'll lie on his back and pull you on top of him - his favorite position for morning sex. it's intimate; your hands roaming over every inch of each other's bodies, hips slowly rolling against each other, kissing with such passion and moaning into each other's mouths until you both release without warning.

sunday mornings with duncan shepherd are spent buried beneath the sheets. since he works during the week, and rarely ever gets to sleep in or even have breakfast with you most of the time, he designates that time to be with you and only you. he'll wake up and see your sleeping form next to him, a fond smile on his own sleepy features as he thinks about how lucky he is to have you. he'll brush your hair out of your face and lovingly kiss his way down between your legs. he takes his time eating your pussy until you wake up and he can finally sink his achingly hard cock inside of you.

as for xavier plympton, if he wakes up before you, he'll tease you until you wake - gently sucking your nipples, kissing on your neck, featherlight touches to your cunt. in the moment, he doesn't try to be hot by talking dirty like he normally would. in fact, no words are shared between the two of you other than "i love you." when you both have reached your highs, he'll stay inside of you and kiss you passionately, his large hands roaming all over your body and tangling in your hair. then he'll take you again until you're both completely satiated.

jim mason likes to wake up early in the morning and head down to the beach to watch the sunrise. it's the only time he gets where he's at complete and total peace - no nagging mother or shithead father. on the occasions when he'll sleep over at your apartment, he'll take you with him. it starts off innocently enough until jim takes a glance at you, your hair blowing in the wind, golden tint of the sun lighting your delicate features, and he'll lean over to kiss you. the kiss eventually turns into you riding him, both of your moans drowned out by the waves crashing onto the shore.

lazy morning sex with andy dolan comes few and far in between. his addiction has turned him into a person you don't even recognize anymore - your once adoring and loving husband has been replaced by someone dark, rough, and mean. but on the days where he wakes up and gives you soft kisses, and worships your body like it's the only thing sustaining his life, you don't question it. because, for once, the man who you first fell in love with is back - even if it's only for a short period of time.

every time you wake up to see stan vogel lying in bed with you, your heart does endless somersaults. the first thing you do is snuggle yourself closer to him, tracing your fingers along his features, almost as if to see that he's actually real and not just a dream. when he wakes, you don't hesitate to press your lips to his. you both take your time exploring each other's bodies with your hands and lips until you can't take it anymore and need to feel each other. he'll gently ease himself into you, giving you time to adjust to his girth before thrusting into you slowly - keeping that same pace until you both release with a cry of each other's name.

baby tags: @fckinsupreme @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @wroteclassicaly @lovelylangdonx @sojournmichael @ritualmichael @instinctsxbaby @ferndolan @blackwiddows @stanvogel @confettucini @dailylangdon

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lavenderahs · 3 years

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langdon's task; corporate! michael

summary - you're Michael's personal assistant; and he gives you a strange task, which turns into his confession for his attraction to you.

warnings ig? - light smut

tags - @forevercountess @jimmason @kitty4860 @brooklinn13

y/n pov

Spending the days as an assistant to Michael Langdon; is definitely one of the strangest yet intriguing jobs I've ever had. He's an elegant man; quiet but gets what he wants. Submission from his peers is what he feeds off of; and I, being a gentle girl, he definitely gets his use of me. he spends his days studying and planning whatever chaos he likes. I can tell he has a damaged soul; no matter how cold or blunt he is, I can still sense the pain in his eyes. even though he's my boss, I still admire him. his jawline sculpted perfectly; his warm blond locks curling up just right, plump lips with the perfect natural pink shade, and his hypnotic eyes. his beauty astounds me. my heart skips a beat when he praises me, or any friendly gesture he gives me. everyone is jealous of the way michael treats me; hes never snappy towards me or cold like he is to others. but I try not to think too much about that.

a cool toned voice stops me "y/n" I stop in my tracks, in front of Michaels opened office door. "y-yes Mr.Langdon" his gaze is focused on a book "I need you to tell the others that I am not attending the meeting today" he looks up, his lips pursed. confused, knowing Michael never cancels any sort of event for his work. "okay, yes sir" I give a convincing smile and begin to walk off. michael stops me once again "and uh- go prepare me a bath once you're done with that" I take a step back, trying to mask my concern "y-yes sir". anxiety begins to form in my chest as I travel to his meeting room. hoping for no negative responses on Michael's absence. turning the corner, looking in the glass room to see the officials already in the meeting room, ready to begin. I slowly step in the door, already seeing their faces drop. "I apologize for interrupting, but Mr.Langdon will not be attending today's meeting" I smile anxiously and quickly step out of the door, hearing the groans of aggravation as I walk away.

the walk to Michael's living quarters is filled with strange thoughts. this being the first time Michael has ever requested a bath, or ever requested anything to do with personal care. I carefully open his door to step in his small living area. the maid already having tidied it up. i walk through a small arch way to Michael's bedroom, which leads to his master-bathroom. to my surprise michael is already here. still not noticing my presence. he stands before his massive mirror, unbuttoning his shirt. I hold my hands together in front of me "uh- excuse me Mr.Langdon, I'm just going to run your bath" he chuckles at my nervousness "okay, go ahead" my face heats up as i quickly walk into his bathroom.

his massive bathroom holds so much expense. his marble counters, a beautiful waterfall sink, a huge marble walk in shower, and of course his beautiful bath tub. I open a near by cabinet to retrieve a fresh towel and wash towel for him; laying them out neatly on the counter top. michaels foot steps approach as I go to turn the facet on. I turn to see michael in a silk garnet robe. his chest peeking out just enough to put butterflies in my stomach. the sound of the warm water filling up, drowns out the awkwardness. "Miss y/n, do you mind getting me some candles and that dr teals stuff" I hesitate to answer. thinking to myself "did Michael fucking langdon just ask me to make him a bubble bath" trying to not laugh "yes sir, give me just a moment" holding in a smile, I scavenge through his cabinets to find extra candles and a brand new bottle of dr. teals bubble bath. The tub is almost full so I begin pouring the liquid in, and adding candles in various places. now finishing my task, "here you go Mr.Langdon, tell me if you need anything" I smile awkwardly. he runs his fingers through his hair, his gaze stays on the tub. "um well, I do have one request" he trails off. "yes Mr.Langdon" our eyes connect as he begins to speak "i suppose my bath is big enough for the both of us?" he smirks. my face turns a warm red "uh- yeah, if that's what you'd like" my heart almost beating out of my chest, wondering my my boss wants to bathe with me. "I would love that" he begins to untie his robe, revealing his slim figure, his abs and muscles beaming. I turn as he steps in the tub, guessing he wants privacy. I turn to see michael seeped in the tub, bubbles up to his collar bones. "come on darling, I dont bite" I hesitate, yet deep down knowing my secret attraction to him. I slip my grey pants down, revealing my simple laced panties. my hands grasp the bottom of my grey blouse and gently slip it over my head. his eyes travel up and down my figure. i begin to unclip the back of my bra, heat trickling down my spine. I slowly lift my legs to slip my panties off. he rests back in the tub, smiling from my submission. his bathtub, definitely big enough for 2, has gold accents along with matching the marble countertops. I raise my leg to step in, the warmth from the water rushes through me as I bring myself into the tub. Michael's eyes admire my body as I seep into the tub. i prop myself up against the marble tub. seeing Michael's beautiful smile across from me. "so, Mr.Langdon.." I trail off. he clears his throat "you know y/n, I've always admired you, your beauty tests me every day" my cheeks turn a light crimson "oh, thank you" he smirks "I know you crave my attention, I know you think of me in bed at night" he exhales "I know how you think of me pretty girl, trust me, I want you so bad" before I could say a word, michael slowly rises and slides to my my side of the tub. he props his arms behind me on the marble, towering over me. one hand comes to my chin, gently lifting it. "I think you should serve me in more ways than you already do" my heart racing, I slowly nod my head. his head lowers to mine, gently placing a warm kiss on my lips. his lips, so soft and plump against mine, this truly being a moment I dream of. his blue eyes meet mine as we separate from the kiss. "I say" he trails off as he fumbles with my breast "you meet me, in my bedroom around 10, I think you need to do me some favors" his lips form a smile. he slowly slides back into his spot in the tub. "clean this all up, I'll see you tonight" he winks and steps out of the tub to grab his robe. I sit astounded as I just had my dream come true.

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taehyungsgrowl · 2 years

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This concept may have been done before but the idea of mutual masturbation is soo hot to me. Like what if Duncan comes home early one night and catches yn touching herself. When she sees him watching her she’s all embarrassed but he just lays down next to her and encourages her not to stop. The more he watches the more he cant help but touch himself until their eventually both naked and watching the other get off 😳 I feel like dunc would be super into intense eye contact too, occasionally kissing but mostly just keeping close and watching her face and hands and panting into her mouth 😳 srry this is messy I’m on mobile but Uuuuuuuhhhggggg. Anyway. Kisses for u Eva hope ur well! Love u

hiii ily too! sorry it’s taken me a bit to answer! but you’re right 😌 it is so hot 🥵

like she opens her eyes and sees he’s been silently watching her…. making her immediately pull her hand away… cheeks hot with embarrassment…

he’d climb onto bed with her, giving her a sweet kiss… take her wrist and lead her hand back to her pussy… “let me watch you, baby… please?” he’d add with kisses trailing down her jaw…

as soon as he’d feel her hand moving against his thigh… he’d roll off of her and lay back down… watching the way she works her fingers slowly along her slit… “look at me, baby…” his voice would be low and almost strained, waiting for her eyes to meet his…

by now, he’d be have his own hand struggling to free himself… moaning out loud when his cold hand wraps around his cock..

hearing the sounds she makes would be driving him insane… as his hand work’s himself he’d be thinking of the way she feels wrapped around him…

duncan would take his free hand to grab her chin and pull her into a kiss… whining into her mouth…

he would be able to tell how close she is to finishing by the way she’s panting into his mouth..

“dunc… please…”

“i’m right here… right here…” his hand would be jerking himself off faster and faster… chasing that orgasm.. “cum… cum for me, baby…”

his hand would be covered in his sticky cum, finishing right as he encouraged her to do the same…

they would both be laid out… sweaty… messy…he’d slowly roll back to hover above her… kissing up her chest and neck… maybe… bringing up his cum covered fingers to her mouth… he’d feel her moan around his fingers…

her tongue would slip between his fingers… sucking them softly… her eyes burning into his…

anyway!! love you! hope you’re doing well too! kisses 😽

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eclipsedpascal · 2 years

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Within This Room

Duncan Shepherd x Reader

You've been having a hard time the past little while, leading to you staying in bed for a several days straight whilst battling the demons that left you there; but you're worried about the effect your mental state is having on your boyfriend, Duncan.

Warnings: depression, crying, some self hatred bcs why not and themes of loneliness.

Notes: this is definitely the most depressing thing ever ever written, but there's also a good amount of fluff at the end dw😌 i'm working through some personal stuff at the moment and I found myself sitting down to write with no aim, this is the finished product. Just needed to write some comfort character Duncy:)

Word Count: 2.6k

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The Horizontal blinds did little to block the ambient lights of the late city below, casting silhouettes of themselves aline with the faintest of blue hues onto the bedroom's once grey walls. They tinted the room with a rather dull pigment, but one bright enough to slightly illuminate the dark and lifeless room they had seeped upon. Bleak, shadowed sheets appeared in creased mounds of cotton, piled over the fragile body buried deep within them, doing their most to bring warmth and comfort, but failing pathetically. The only other light in the dreary room came from the modest analogue clock which had found itself a home on the bedside nightstand but only a few months before, staying only in your mind as a constant reminder of the time that had managed to be wasted, cocooned inside the artificial closeness of those feather filled sheets.

The clock read 1:23; it’s luminous red writing shone brightly into the hole you had created in the covers so many hours before, only in effort to poke your face out enough as to not smother yourself after too long of breathing the same recycled air. The light lay against your despondent face, creating the illusion of what felt like the only heat source inside the gelid room. If it weren’t for logical reason, you would have come to the conclusion the space was growing colder every other minute for no purpose other than to spite you, that it was purposely keeping you from the warmth you craved so dearly. But it was the clock that mocked you; the only thing bringing you comfort within those unfeeling four walls and yet the thing that had been cruelly tormenting you the most.

Guilt consumed you for hiding in the sheets for the length of the day, only leaving the bed once to run to the bathroom after holding your bladder so long. You were convinced you’d given yourself UTI after procrastinating going to the bathroom merely 8 steps away for as long as you had. You at least grabbed a snack before returning to your blanketed residence for the foreseeable future, but you had found food wasn’t as easy to stomach in your current state than you had hoped it might be. It really shouldn’t have surprised you when the sugary food only aggravated your saddened and sickly state further.

The past few weeks had been difficult to say the absolute least. After striving to stay productive and denying your feelings of mental pain for as long a stretch as you had, not only your mind but your body had reached its breaking point, strain having left it empty of all its required energy. So after several days of uncompromising laziness leaving you bound to the large penthouse apartment with not even the power to think without wanting to fall right back to sleep; unless it was to scrutinise yourself of course, that you had all the time in the world for, you were perplexed at how you still managed to be exhausted when your lover would finally return from work.

In the past, whenever Duncan would prepare for work you would always do your absolute best to disrupt his compulsively detailed morning routine. Enticing him to stay in bed with suggestions of the many activities that could be pursued usually did the trick, or nagging him as he brushed his teeth in hopes it made him playfully pick you up and kiss you with toothpaste still smudged on lips to get back at you for your irritating behaviours, or helping him with breakfast and slyly pointing out how hard he had worked the day before, so perhaps he should just take some time off; I mean he was the boss after all.

It didn't matter what it involved, you would do anything to get more time with the man you loved so dearly, but recently you hadn’t the same motivation. The desperation you felt to be close to him was at an all time high, yes, but the guilt you felt over your newly depressed state and the effect you feared it may have on him left you pushing him away more than ever. What made it so much worse was that he didn't seem to mind, staying in his office till later, spending just a few more hours writing his emails at home on the sofa before coming to join you in bed than he usually would. What if he wanted this? To be apart from you more? Perhaps you had given him the glimpse he needed to realise you weren’t as important in his life then once believed.

The thoughts that spiralled themselves down the tangled and knotted up thread inside your mind had been growing more and more heart wrenching by the day. All you wanted was for him to hold you, and yet it was as if he had been manifesting the opposite. Today had been no different, if not worse.

He had left earlier than usual, the only memory of him from the morning being him kissing your half awoken form goodbye and murmuring words of love to you, a heart warming message if it hadn’t been for him working some of the longest hours known to man all day. Surely he knew now was when you needed him most? You always struggled when it came to telling people that you were down like you were now, but it never mattered with Duncan. He was always so in tap with you and your emotions due to how similar the both of you dealt with these kind of issues.

You had heard him come home in the late evening, his footsteps moving around the kitchen before pattering their way to his home office where they had been firm the rest of the night. Most the time he would check in on you after getting settled, but not tonight. Not even a word.

You couldn’t blame him for throwing himself into his work of course, you understood his recent aversion to you. You knew your attitude came off as insolent and arrogant, not even being able to hold a conversation with him without seeming uninterested and careless. If you hadn’t hurt him with your blasé and words, then your withdrawals from time spent together outside the bedroom had definitely done the job. You wished with all your power the ability to place your freezing, bare feet on the expansive wooden flooring, wanting nothing more than to visit him whilst he worked and apologise until you could feel your lips no more. It was as if you had entered paralysis, not being able to do anything other than lay on your side and feel your warm tears uncomfortably stream down the side of your face onto the now slightly dark puddled spot on the mattress as you stared at that damed clock.

You felt your face growing increasingly hot with a sour mixture of self hatred and guilt as you watched the digital numbers on its face change once more, but you had endured enough. Using all of your strength, you unsheathed your numbing arm from the fortress of fabric around you, gathering all of your might into its swing and striking your palm into the side of the clocks plastic body. It flew from its previously permanent spot on the table, impacting the wall of blue hues and shadows and shattering into a few rather large pieces.

The sudden clatter startled you, the only noise in the room up until this point having been your pitiable sobs and shallow breathing. The noise echoed through the room, forcing you to clench your eyelids shut and clentch up your face with regret. Opening your eyes, you noticed the still functioning red light was now open to the rooms stuffy air and far brighter than before, mixing with the walls icy tones and creating a rather dark purple as your frustrations rose to a level not known before and amounting in an overwhelming amount of tears flooding down your face.

What was once sobs had developed into cry’s you couldn’t hold in, Sniffing and wailing at your futile attempt to destroy the only thing in the room holding you accountable for your selfishness.

You distinguished the sound of urgent footsteps making their way down the long corridor to your bedroom before being interrupted by the door whooshing its way open. Duncan halted his steps as he entered the room, assessing the confusing situation he had walked into but never letting go of the doors silver handle. His eyes moved from the broken clock on the floor to the seemingly trembling lump of whimpering duvet on the bed before him.

His features dropped. His lips opening slightly and faltering before they could speak. brows creased, drooping as the deep rooted ache it brought him to see you in so much pain dragged them down. He slowly closed the door behind him, thinking about how to approach you next and hoping he wouldn’t just upset you further.

Trying to shield yourself from the impeding questioning Duncan would surely be pursing after your more than odd behaviour, you pushed your face down into the sheets and listened diligently to his steps, still bawling quietly when his weight created an imbalance on the bed next to you.

You felt his hand grace your leg through the duvet, stroking simple lines over your skin in attempt to calm your chaotic breathing. “What happened, sweetheart?” He asked gently, not really expecting an answer from you in your current state, but wanting to bring you out of your shell enough to see the face he missed so awfully.

You were frozen with anxiety, fighting yourself to speak up and explain what had happened, wanting to apologise profusely but not being able to squeak out a thing but whines.

Wanting to be closer, he adjusted where he sat next you and cautiously lifted the blanket from over your head, finding your cheek and immediately swiping away the trails of salty water that led from your closed eyes. “Y/n, please talk to me.” His voice cracked ever so slightly when he spoke. He slid a hand underneath your shaking body and lifted you up to his chest, cradling you as close as he could to himself and allowing you to rest your face on his shirt, dampening its expensive fabric with your lament.

He held you like that for a while, hushing you and rocking you back and forth as you began to even out your breathing. Drying tears had glued your eyelids together so much it hurt to finally open them and look up at Duncan’s concerned face. It pained you seeing him so filled with worry for you, and that was enough to push you into saying what you had been needing to for days now.

“I-i’m s-o, s-so sorry, i’m s-sorry.” Your words open the flood gates once more, blubbering into the collar of his shirt and grasping onto this shoulder and curls with your hands as you desperately attempted to apologise for your behaviour over and over again.

He let out an almost amused sigh at our words. “No, no, no. Look at me Y/N.” He held your face with both hands now, bringing it up towards his own and wiping your reddened cheeks yet again. “You have nothing too apologise for. Nothing.” He shook his head, punctuating his words as he held eye contact with your water filled eyes. “It’s not your fault you're struggling right now. Whatever it is you need to do to feel better, I want you to do that and not ever feel like you gotta apologise to me for it. Now if you feel like I can help you with any of those things, all I ask is that you tell me; But that is the only thing you ever have to say, got it? Don’t you dare apologise to me for hurting.” Feeling emotional himself, he kissed your face a few quick times and squeezed you into him as he finished talking, muffling your cries with his chest. “You’ve done nothing worth apologising over.”

Your heart clenched at his words. You never understood how you had gotten as lucky as you had with Duncan; why he had chosen you to love over others was a question you pondered often, but never came across an answer to. But his words still confused you, why had he been separating himself from you so frequently if this was truly the case? “I-i don’t understand” you got out between rapid breaths. “If I’ve n-nothing to apologise for, why have you been ke-keeping yourself from me so often?” You wiped your nose on your sleeve, sniffling up and awaiting an answer from him, but being far too nervous to look directly into his assessing eyes.

He moved his now disappointed gaze to those badly shut horizontal blinds in front of him, the lights of outside shining across all of his skins imperfections and reflecting against every stubble of hair in his beard. “That’ll of been my mistake.” He looked back at you almost apologetically. “I assumed you wanted space from me.”

You took in a shaky breathe. “But I’ve been w-withdrawn and cruel to you.” You looked up at him, opening your lips and beginning to mouth an ‘i’m sorry’ when he stopped you in your tracks. “Sweetheart you’ve done nothing of the sort. You’ve just been tired; never cruel.” He leant his forehead down on yours, closing his eyes and deeply breathing you in. It stung him to think you had spent your time locked up in this room with your own misery so long you’d managed to convince yourself of such things.

“Y/N, I love you.” You felt as if you were look into each others souls now, noses touching and eyes never parting. “I love you so much and I hate seeing you beat yourself up like you have.” The last tear you had left to cry finally pooled over your brimming eyelid at his words, too lost in his eyes to even notice its stream ending at the curve of your lips.

“I just don’t wanna feel like this anymore. I feel as if I’ll be stuck here forever with these feelings, stuck forever in this fucking room.” You looked around the space and what had become of it during you stay, suddenly wanting nothing more than to leave it.

Taking this opportunity to save you from your own mind, he spoke. “Come on then, let me run you a bath hm? Get some food after?” Duncan mused at you, eyes racing back and forth as they attempted to figure you out.

You looked back at him, holding onto his face with your hand and thinking about how much you had missed his touch during the touring time you spent in your own company. “T-that would be nice.” A small smile amounted on your face, the first in some time. Duncan noticed this, and couldn't help himself but lean down and kiss the first sign of happiness he’d seen on you in far too long. He didn’t take his lips of yours as he gathered you up in his arms, lifting you into his cradle and standing up from the now empty pile of deflated sheets.

He turned from where you had been residing on the bed, walking past the forgotten analog clock and its many reminders, to the closed bathroom door that when opened shone a bright and warming white light onto your face, half hidden in the crook of Duncans neck. Stepping into the cleansing rooms light, he watched as you breathed in a deep sigh of relief at the change in atmosphere, chuckling under his breathe at the smile you attempted to hide under his jaw.

He closed the door after him, finally leaving the consuming solitude of the dark and desolate room behind you.

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maria-akira · 3 years

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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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READ PART 2 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

read 2:29 pm

Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

read 2:32 pm

Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

read 2:40 pm

Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

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Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

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"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

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tags mwah: @kitwalker02 @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @deademobitch @iheartfrogs101 @tatestripedsweater @mrs-march-ahs

i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

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celestialrequiem · 3 years

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Days of Candy Chapter 2

Warnings: CreepyDark!Duncan Shepherd, sexual harassment, dubcon/non? (just to be safe) touching, dirty talk, possessive Duncan, abuse of power, manipulative Duncan, male masturbation, forced kiss, cockwarming, mention of rape and abuse (but none in the chapter), housewife kink, implied age gap, corruption kink, innocence kink, implied homophobia, mention of anxiety, depression and mental disorders, misogyny kink, corruption kink, sexism, implied age gap, Duncan‘s dirty thoughts, sir kink, praise kink.

Summary: In the small town of Willowdale, Y/N finds her dull life as a waitress at a mediocre diner get a little more interesting when the mysterious and daunting Sheriff takes an interest in her.

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x Naive/shy reader

This is the first thing I ever written and posted so sorry if this is bad, please give me any constructive feedback/criticism to improve! I am new to this please don’t hate it too much lmao.

Author’s note : This series will have dubious consent and sexual harassment. It is a dark story about a Corrupt Sheriff’s who manipulates people so if you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read! This story deals hugely with sexism as its based in the late 50s/60s.

Thanks to @bloodcoatedeclipse for reading through some parts of it and giving me feedback lmaoo.

I didn’t use a lot of 50s/60s slang just two besides swell and gal

Flip your lid - go crazy

Nifty/groovy - cool or cool vibes

Word count: 5.6k

“what a perfect view doll, bend down, y’ur ass stickin out, all for me all in this lonely night”, a familiar voice said seductively

You quickly get up, feeling flustered, adjusting the hem of your skirt as you hold the mop close to your body

“Sh-sh-sheriff what are you doing here?”, Feeling nauseous because of his presence, alone, at night…after that previous incident.

“What does it look like doll? I am here to pick you up.”, Duncan says with confidence as if the question you are asking him is the stupidest he has heard

You immediately, look up to him. He was wearing a brown greaser jacket, you felt it is similar to jacket Xavier might have had…this made your heart sink, what didn’t help is when you realized how attractive he is because of the result of the rain, his beard is glistering from the reflections of the diner’s lighting despite it being dull.

You felt your heart beat.

“No, its okay its a walking distance”

“I can’t let a beautiful young dame like yourself walk alone now can I? Hop in the car once you’r are done.”

You blinked at him not knowing how to respond, you feel shy when you talk to him, always not knowing how to answer him back..maybe because he knew Xavier?

Or maybe because he had so much power as a sheriff..and you are sure he is going to be re-elected again next year. He apparently helped a lot of people to get out of debts but that makes you wonder how does he get all this money? Did Xavier know?

He seems like he is waiting for your answer, as his hands are on his waist, around his handcuffs and keys, and his lips playing with the toothpick lingering on his mouth

You easily get stuck in your head, you snap back to reality: “it is okay, you don’t need to do - ”

He interrupts your sentence, “is there something you would like to say to me doll?, cause it looks like you just don’t want my company is that it?” You felt his chest vibrate from how he uttered that question, it sounded nearly unintelligible.

You felt your heart pounding, sweat forming on your forehead. You didn't want to make him angry. “No no of course I want your company!, let me finish up and I will meet ya outside.” You agitatedly vocalize your statement while looking at the ground

He loves that he can always get his way with you. You make it so easy.

He hums in approval

“No its alright I will wait for ya, love seeing you doing those house chores like a pretty little housewife. It is a sight dollface”, he chuckles while eyeing you up and down.

You pause, feeling tensed.

“Go on, continue” as he gives himself a seat, across from you to see you working and see your face.

He does love seeing your rear, but he loves seeing you flustered when he gazes at you.

You shakily start mopping the floor, every second feels like torture. Hoping he doesn’t realize the effect he has on you.

But however he has noticed, he is mused that he has power of you, makes his cock excited

“Am I making you nervous babydoll?” He cooes, shifting his toothpick on his lip, left to right with a slyish grin

You ignore him, giving him your side angle, while mopping away from him. You give him your back figure which makes me angry and hard at the same time.

“eye on me little lady”, he says in a harsh tone, punctuating each word slowly

You respond back to him surprised with your confidence as you look at the door behind him, scared to look at him in the eyes, “can you please let me finish and you can take me home…”

“Watch your manners baby, or you are in it for a spankin’, declares it with raised eyebrows.

You blush, why is he talking to you that way? it’s not like you were his wife….

Was he that touchy and talkative with you when Xavier was your boyfriend?

Carissa has told you no, he started acting differently ever since Xavier went missing and then declared dead.

“S-sorry sheriff”, you shift back to your older position, so that Duncan can see your face, and continue mopping

He likes when you are eyes are engaging with his eyes, he is waiting for the day when you touch yourself on his bed with your legs spread wide open for his wolf-like eyes to take in the view as you chant his name like prayer to give you the command for you to finally cum, while staring at him with your chastely eyes.

As you mop the floor, motioning it back and forth towards Duncan, your curvy body was in motion as well. He hoped you didn’t re-button your dress again, as he can take in the view of your breasts jiggling again. His eyes lingering slowly all over his favourite parts of your body, your neck, lips, neck, waist and hips . He noticed how nervous you are, there were fear in your eyes, you felt naked in his eyes because of his alpha-like eyes, giving you goosebumps.

You saw his pupils dilated not sure why.

After 15 minutes of awkward silence and Duncan forcing you to look at him as you were mopping the floor, you hoped the floor looks fine and that your boss Bob doesn’t get mad the next day.

You are not going to lie, you always wanted to be in his car. It was a dream car. You have seen them a lot in magazines, you don’t know much about cars but you do know this one, 1956 Chevy Bel Air, with a unique colour. White with purple around the edges, elaborate taillight and chrome highlights.

This was the first time you got close to the car, Your head started to hurt, you stood your ground, as you remember fragments of Xavier riding a similar car but in red.

Duncan realizes you might have remembered something…fuck fuck fuck, he hoped you didn’t remember what he didn’t want you to remember..

His hands grips your hand to make you snap out of it before you dig deeper into your suppressed memories.

“you alright there, doll?” Faking his concern you don’t know that, as he opens the door for you to hop in

“Ye..ah..” I am fine” you softly respond. His hand leaves your hand and goes to your back to shift you to get into his car.

You hop in his car, the car felt new, smell of leather with a mix of aged.. cigarettes smoked probably by Shepherd.

The car ride was silent.. he has an old song playing which makes it even more unbearable.

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight and a rendezvous

Your eyes held a message tender

Saying "I surrender all my love to you

“How old is this song anyway?” You mention in annoyance with your right hand on the the rest that is placed near the door handle

Duncan has a wide smile on his face, happy that you are finally making a conversation with him.

“it’s from the 1930s I believe.....besides I don’t like the weird music you youngsters listen to nowadays..what was it Elvis Presley and The Beatles? They aint manly, jiggling all around with their bobby haircuts” removing his hands from the steering wheel to motion with his hand the disapproval.

You giggle, and his heart skips a bit. Fuck. He couldn’t believe he made you giggle. Xavier always made you giggle and it frustrated him.

“The Beatles are swell….but James Dean has my heart. I loved his style in that movie, particularly his red jacket in Rebel Without a Cause.. it’s nifty.” You state swoonly as you gaze out of the window.

Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

He thought maybe that’s why you liked Xavier, he bought a similar red jacket as James Dean from the film several days after meeting you. Xavier also had that rebel vibe to him. He remembered his friend as well being a fan of Marlon Brando hence why he wanted to be an actor. To move out of the suburbs, to go to the dreamland..to Hollywood with you. You used to always want to be around him, he didn’t let the deputies patrol the drive in, since he always saw you there with him. He hated seeing you with his friend but he can’t help himself, he wanted to always be near you, see you and to one day feel your skin on his skin.

His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he starts to get jealous over a dead man.

You noticed his face seems boiling from rage as his hands gripped forcibly the steering wheel…you don’t know why. Scared to ask so you just continue gazing at the view in locomotion from the car window, as your sheer scarf around your head blowing from the impact of the window.

You loved the aftermath of the rain, the order after the chaos.

After a few minutes, The sheriff parks in front of your house. It’s 12 AM.

The house you lived in was basic, owned by your deceased father. It was a small house with a small balcony, it looks a little bit like a tree house. Wooden with no paint job. With a white door to enter the house, two small front steps and a small terrace, where you tend to read the Woman magazines.

He can’t wait for you to live in his house. Especially since he is a veteran who served in the Second World War, the government provided him with the perfect suburban American Dream home.

“Thanks for the ride, Sheriff.” you shyly state, about to open the door of his fancy car.

“Nah -ah -ah not too fast, you have to be punished.” He sings in a mocking tone with a daunting smirk.

You were nervously fidgeting, you don’t know why maybe because you are worried you might have done something that might be incriminating especially with your memory loss situation.

“What? What for?” you gullibly ask, looking up to him.

“You lied to me, you told me you had a doctor appointment when it fact you finish your shift late, kitten” , you see him remove the toothpick that was on his plump lips and put it on the ledge behind the steering wheel.

Oh thank God-

but why should I be punished for this? You didn’t know what to say to him so you just look at his eyes, waiting for any instructions.

He remarks that, he loves how obedient you are to him.

“Come closer, suga’r ” he taps his chest motioning you to come closer to him

What is the punishment? Is he going to spank me?

But we are not married why would he??

You timidly move close to him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He lifts up your chin, bringing your face near his and your gaze to his.

“Kiss me or else I won’t let you leave this car”, Duncan whispers seductively as he shuts your window’s car seat and secures that your door is locked, trapping you in.

“..N…no..o” Duncan this isn’t right”, you respond back.

As you shift back to your seat, Duncan aggressively grips your waist with his right hand and grips your chin with his left hand, forces you into a kiss and he goes deep and sensual, demanding access to your mouth but you instantly deny him entry.

This angers him, he aggressively yanks your hair, you gasp giving Duncan the chance to insert his tongue, he needed to taste your mouth.

You try biting his upper lip, he decides to lift up your weak body from your seat, manhandling you, without breaking from the kiss, you feel his strong hands spank you harsh. You whimper loudly.

This made his cock twitch, lust filling him at the thought of your spanked, bare ass turning into crimson-like imprints by his own hand; or by the paddle with his name engraved, so that his name can be imprinted on your ass…maybe next time.

He is waiting for you to make a bad move again so he can discipline you this way, even if you weren’t his bride yet.

You break the kiss gasping for air, “D..Duuncan..stop” you panted with watery eyes, trying to break away from his grasps, with your hands pushing his muscular chest. He didn’t take no for answer. Removing your hands out of the way with his claw-like hands and putting them around his broad back. He then forcefully dragged you onto his lap to straddle his thick thighs, “be a good girl now, you don’t want to be spanked now don’t you?”

He linked his lips with your lips with urgence and dominance. His tongue dancing with yours, wet and minty from the flavoured cigarettes he tends to smokes.

You felt one of his hands leave your waist and lingering underneath your skirt to cup your clothed sex.

A deep growl leaves his chest

He dreamt of touching this pussy for years. Your soft and squishy puffy lips felt so good on his rough manly hand.

You let out a soft gasp with eyes wide open in surprise, and broke away from the kiss to come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Duncan grabs your chin, not giving you a second to breath and continues his assault on your lips and your clothed pussy. His middle finger going from your slit all the way to your swollen clit while his index and his forefinger are on your lips, touching you slowly with his hand. He wanted to make you wet before you left.

Your face flushed, you don’t remember if you reached that base with Xavier yet or not…he was your first boyfriend.

This felt forbidden, having his hands all around you.

You felt like you wanted to go to the bathroom, you were worried it might have been your period?

His tongue feels like hot water burning your skin. He claimed your mouth with intensity. You feel your knees weakened, Duncan filling all your senses.

You are so close to his body, your head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed, you feel his warmth and felt his heart beating quick. You put your hands on his golden badge situated on his right chest, reflected in the moon light, to try and push him away, but he didn’t budge.

he left your assaulted mouth, hearing you panting heavily, and started licking at the column of your neck, his hand leaves your pussy and goes to your bared fleshed upper thigh, his hand moving in a reciprocating motion.

You felt his beard tickling your left check and your neck, His hot soft grunts and warm breath sends shivers down your body and to your aching pussy

Not sure if it’s lust? Is this how you felt with Xavier ?

You bit down on your bottom lip trying to hold back a sob or was it a moan?

“Duncan, I don’t feel good”

He knows he is making you feel good, you just need guidance that’s all.

“Why are you moaning then huh?” He chuckles, you felt his chest vibrating from his laughter, giving you goosebumps.

“give in baby, let me take care of you, that’s what Xavier would’ve wanted” he mutters darkly

your stomach twisting into a nervous knot, is this what Xavier would’ve wanted?

“Re-ally?” You utter quietly with a blush heating up around your neck and cheeks.

He didn’t hear you. Thank God

he gets closer to your ear and whispers,“Knew you’d taste so sweet, just like candy, I wonder what’s the rest of you taste like hm?”

He aggressively bites your earlobe, his hot breath danced on your ear, “I bet just like those pancakes you serve me every morning, thick and creamy.” In a lustful tone.

You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, felt something touch your stomach, he lets out a profound loud rumble, you look up at him out of shock, his wide blown eyes have now darken.

He looks at your lips that is now glistering and swollen from the kiss, he finally marked a part of you with his spit, he can’t wait to corrupt your other holes.

He decided to let go, this was enough to get him by in the meantime.

You felt his hand loosening around your waist. You take that chance to go back to your seat.

“I….I.. think you need to leave Sir, thanks for the ride”, your hands nervously twist with each other on your lap as you mentally facepalm yourself

“Sir” where did that come from?

Hearing you call him Sir made him groan silently and made his cock stir painfully against the zipper of his pants.

His already rigorous cock getting harder. Duncan trying to recollect himself and not fuck you for the first time in the backseat of his car.. he thought you deserved better than that..a shy innocent young server…probably a virgin.

Well he hoped you still were a virgin, he hoped that fucker didn’t take your virginity. he wanted to claim you for himself, every part of you.

“Why don’t you leave then birdie?”

You felt your thighs automatically clenched and your pussy tingling.

he never called you that, why did you like him calling you that?

Duncan saw your legs clamping together and took note of that. He also didn’t realize you can blush harder than that….you realized you were in his car….idiot

You got out of his car and you heard Duncan tsk out of annoyance, “where is your manners kitten?”

Whats up with him? You thought to yourself.. you thanked him before why do you have to thank him again?

You did not care anymore, you just wanted to back home without any problems and arguments

You huffed in annoyance, “Thanks for the ride Sheriff.”

You uncomfortably felt him linger at your figure as you walked back to your house.

He loves seeing you in motion.you move better than the waves of the ocean, smoothly and flawlessly. His steel blue eyes scanned you up and down, consuming in your body with hunger; that waitress dress in pale blue making you look even more innocent and seductive, an odd combination. He believes only you can do that, besides Marilyn Monroe.

He hoped he can see you from your window, with no curtains or an open curtain, so that he can watch you domestically, wondering how you look like touching yourself when you feel needy at night, if you did touch yourself.

You entered home safe and sound then the realization hit you…. how does he know where you live? You didn’t give him your address? But then again he is the sheriff, he probably has access to all that information but …does he know everyone’s address by hard?..you doubt that. Maybe he visited you with Xavier?

After he saw you close the door, he paused for a second to relish the taste of you left on his lips and was about to put his key back to the ignition, until he saw something interesting.. that made him much harder than he already was… your arousal on the seat of his car.

He reclined his head back to the head restraint,

“Fuck.. you are trying to kill me doll?"

He was so tempted to taste your arousal… he felt like an animal as he brought his index to his seat that was tainted with your nectar and brought it back to his lips.

A hungry growl grumbled in his chest, “tastier than any fuckin candy”

His chest was full of pride, he was glad he made you wet. Not Xavier. Him

He opens his car’s compartment, there lies a stolen panty of yours covered in blood from that day, he didn’t want your fresh arousal going to waste, mixing it with your bloody panty.

After arriving home that day because of sexual urges, he relieved himself to thought of you for a second time, with his left hand holding your used panty from a year ago and his right hand unbuckling his belt, to reveal his throbbed cock. He smeared on his long length, the pre-cum leaking at the head.

Working on his cock, he brings your panty to his nose to sniff your dried blood blended with your womanhood scent, it smelled pure and sweet just like you. To make himself cum faster, he thought of you coming to his office one day during your break and cockwarming him on his lap while he finishes up paperwork, imagining your painful whimpers, you fidgeting in his lap because you are finding it hard to adjust to his cock because of how big he was, he imagines his cock bottoms out in your tight pussy, and how you wet walls clenches around his big cock.

“Dun..c.an, you are too big”, you whine with a giggle, shifting it into a squeal

“Call me sir, love it when you call me sir darlin’”, he growls in your ear

“Sir” , he imagines you whimpering through tears from his cock’s intrusion in your narrowed pussy

“Dollface, you are taking me so well, taking me all in” he praises you in a slightly low deep voice

A groan leaves his chest as he starts pumping his erected length harder, going from the bottom all the way to the top, twisting his tip, and then back down.

He envisions his pelvis rubbing against your mound and clit, your pussy being pink and wet engulfing his cock, while his right hand is feeling your soft and pulpous butt cheek. Your chest is heaving right in front of his predatory eyes, he decides to save the lustful images of him sucking your tits and nibbling your areola another time.

He imagines your voice in his ear, calling him sheriff, sir, daddy and begging him to start fucking you.

As he is about to reach his high, his thrusts gets sloppier with his sticky hands, chanting your name like a prayer over and over again.

Groaning louder as his cock twitches, moaning your name louder as ropes of white soaks his hand, and soaking your panty a bit with his cum.

Tired to change out of your clothes, you quickly go to your bed situated on the left side of your room. You feel the most peaceful in your room, the only time you don’t feel like someone is watching you despite the reoccurring nightmares ever since the incident.

With the floral window curtains. Roses and daisies on a shelf next to a concealed window, giving floral scents all around your room to help calm your nerves and help you fall asleep. At least that was what your doctor had recommended as repression memories if stayed long-term can cause emotional health problems like anxiety, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder.

You immediately shift to the deep slumber of sleep, out of exhaustion.

You wake up the next day 10:30 am. You slept well that day oddly enough, a peaceful sleep. You were happy since you haven’t had any nightmares the past few days. That happiness shifted when you realized the sensual incident that happened in public, and you don’t know how you will be able to work in the diner again, especially how small this town is. You will be the talk of the town again, because obviously that situation had to be with the fucking Sheriff.

At least for today, you had the day off today. You told your Boss Bob that you have an appointment with your doctor at 1 pm, and since you closed the diner yesterday he decided to leave you off the hook.

You made yourself some coffee, and went to your closet that was attached to the wall to choose an outfit. You decide to go with a yellow pastel cardigan with a yellow gingham dress that has a spaghetti strap, wear some rouge lipstick and yellow pale eyeshadow with your hair tied into a pony tail.

You then passed sometime on TV watching Bewitched re-runs, and called Carissa at around 12:30 pm during her break to check in on her brother.

Your hands swirling around the cord waiting for someone from the diner to pick up.

Selma answers, “Hello, Welcome to Jukeburgers, the best milkshakes in town!, what can I do for ya today!” You could hear Venus by Franke Avalon playing and muffled voices in the distance, seemed surprisingly busy today.

You answer loudly, “hey Selma, it’s Y/N, can you pass the phone to Carissa!”

“Oh, Y/N how you been? I heard from Adam about what happened with the Sheriff, so y’all a thing now huh?… You went for the old powerful friend.” Selma teases, her laughing echoing from the speaker.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest, you knew this was going to happen. Trying to sound strong and not in the verge of crying, “Whatever Selma, pass the phone to Carissa” your fingers twisted the cord nervously.

Selma just snickers and you hear her shouting out Carissa’s name to grab the phone

“Hey Y/N?”

“Cari!, I wanted to check up on you with Richard… you didn’t get to tell me what exactly happened…. is everything okay?” You utter in a concerned tone, gripping the phone handle harder.

“yeah yeah, we had to go to the hospital again, he got beat up again, but he didn’t wanna tell me why” you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You know Carissa is worried about him, as well as about his town finding out about his lifestyle.

She continues,“ You know Richard, I don’t want him to get locked up again, especially this town…views anyone that goes to the mental hospital… as lunatics”, you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You remember Richard telling you that the Sheriff bailed him out the first time so now he owes the sheriff twice.

Why twice?

Was it because of his relationship with Jim Mason?

Does his sister know?

To not worry his sister, he sometimes tells you things that she doesn’t know and you were like Carissa to him. His big sister.

You snap out of your thoughts when you heard Carissa sniffling.

You hated hearing your friend’s sadness echoing from her voice, hoping you were there to hug her. “ I am glad he is okay at least, I miss seeing Richie, I will talk to him whether I get the chance… and you are right.”

You thought about what Carissa thought.

This small boring town feeds on gossip. It made you worried about Xavier’s parents…finding out about yesterday’s incident. Between the last girlfriend of their deceased son and one of his friends in an intimate scene.

What doesn’t help is that Xavier’s parents invited you and Duncan for dinner next week.

“He actually didn’t come today its as if he knows you might-“

You look at the time while you were on the phone, It was 12:40. Your eyes widen out of anxiety of being late. You cut your friend off without letting her finish the sentence.

“Oh shoot Carissa, I have to go now, my appointment is in 20 mins!”

“I really hope all goes well with the appointment, I know I tell you a thousand times but…I don’t really trust that doctor to be honest with ya” she admits assuredly

There was a small pause, because you didn’t really know how to react to that. He was the cheapest Doctor that you can afford. You really had no choice.

Carissa breaks the awkward silence, “well let me know what happens, hope it goes well!” She suddenly sounds different..and hopeful. Makes you happy that you can at least end the call with her tone shifting positively.

“Yeah.. I hope so.. bye Cari” you say weakly with a soft smile

The line goes dead.

You have been going to the doctor 11 months ago, it was recommended by the doctor who helped with your bruises and aided your surgery, Matt Rogers. Since there was nothing particular wrong with your brain scans. He thought it might be something psychological, and he was right. Your neurologist doctor Dr.Barnes, said it is due to trauma that your memories are repressed. Dr. Barnes said it is possible to have specific memories of people, locations and events repressed when it is too hard to bear. He also said It is possible for memories of abuse that have been forgotten for a long time to be remembered….you hope it isn’t related to abuse.

You feel nervous going to his office, you are honestly terrified of the idea of regaining back your memories, what if you find something really disturbing about yourself? About Xavier? How did you get those bruises? Why were some of your clothes missing? Why going to the doctor all those months didn’t help as much? Actually at all?

His office is located not that far off from the the Police department, in the neurology department of Willowdale public hospital.

“Welcome back Miss Y/N, please have a seat” signalling you to take a seat in front of his desk.

It doesn’t help that his office has muted painted walls, changed from age and a faint smell of mouth wash.

“So Y/N, has there been any recent changes?”, He asked while he scanned over your file.

“I finally have a small fragment of Xavier..in my head..” You pinpoint to right side of your forehead.

He knew about your relationship with Xavier and that you don’t remember much of it. It's weird how your brain almost erased that incident and Xavier out of your head.

“Finally some great news, please tell me more!” He lowered your files to give you his undivided attention

“I..I don’t remember the incident, or any memories that I shared with him, just that Xavier had a similar car to Sheriff’s car, but a red version of it.”

There was a torturing pause, you look at your doctor, he seemed lost in thought with brows hollowed and biting his lower lip, he seemed anxious while clicking his retractable pen

You felt tension in the air, when you mentioned the Sheriff..but why?

He breaks a heavy smile,“Well, that’s great news to hear, maybe being around the Sheriff might be in your favour huh?” he chuckles with a Chesire’s smirk on his face

Oh fuck. He probably heard about the incident that happened yesterday.

Your cheeks turn red as you turn your head to the left side of the room, focusing on the wall full of his certificates and accomplishments.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, that was unprofessional..covering his face with his hand, and then went back to look at your files

"No it’s all good Dr.” You gulped and nodded.

He clears his throat and asks, “ any nightmares lately?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t had one the past few days”

He nods while holding your file, “Good, Good. Are you taking the medications regularly at the appropriate time?”

“Yes…. but I haven’t remember anything that much sadly, is it supposed to take that much of a time?” You ask confusedly

“the brain is a complex neurological system, you can’t force its responses.” thrusting out his lips in displeasure

You feel like you are wasting not only your time but also your money. But he is a doctor that you can afford so you have no other choice?

“Ah, I see, well as long as I get some answers pretty soon.” You look down on his Brintons carpet.

You felt your chest tightened out of sadness, will you ever find out what truly happened?

“So far, we are not sure if it is going to be a short term memory or long term memory loss Y/N, so what you can do is keep taking the medications, and you will be eventually get better Miss Y/N”

You nod with a fake smile.

Do you have a choice?

Duncan knew you were at the doctor today, he wish he was able to follow you, but he had a huge workload today. He wanted to see what kinda doll-like outfit you wore today. He particularly liked you in pastel colours and plaid skirts.

It was his break now. He was waiting a call from a certain someone.

Clock ticking, and his legs bouncing up and down waiting for that fucker to call.

Phone rings once

Duncan takes the call.

“Whats the update?”

“Hi Sheriff, he continues "Well, your sweet gal remembered something..”

Duncan eyes widen, and his hands grips the cord aggressively

“What does she remember?”, Duncan says in a threatening voice

“She remembers he had the red car….. the one you got rid of”

His Adam apple gulps out of nerve but he is relieved you still don’t remember what happened that day.

“You fucker, you said those medications well help her not remember a fucking thing-“ his voice getting louder.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down there sheriff, no need to lose your temper, she hasn’t remember anything the past goddam 11 months! And I haven’t even tried hypnos-

“Listen you fuckin cunt, if she remembers anything I swear to God- I will put you in jail for your multiple-“ he chastised with a harsh tone.

“Alright Alright! No need to flip your lid! I will see what I can do to not make her remember a thing”

“You better, or else I will make you lose your fuckin job and lose your pitiful wife” Sheriff expresses in an authoritative sound and hangs the phone stridently.

The Doctor had multiple rape attempts done. Duncan was called several times because of noise complaints, hearing ladies crying or screaming in multiple occasions at night, in drive-ins, parks and carnivals. 4 out of 10 times, it was Duncan who stopped the rape from occurring but he didn’t bring it up to the police department, and instead used this knowledge in his favour and out of power to gain information about his girl, when he discovered that he was going to be her neurologist, and to use him to manipulate her medications or her so that she doesn’t remember a thing.

He will do anything to make you not remember. He is shaping you to be his perfect little housewife. He got this far and he is not going back.

some songs mentioned in the chapter

https://open.spotify.com/track/3dDtXviPnTfLUg111MuTic?si=0d4f2a331a244100 - Midnight and The Stars and You by Ray Noble

https://open.spotify.com/track/2uwP4d0aVAo90aet6UnaRK?si=dc41f548d3324c9d - Venus by Frankie Avalon

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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!

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❤️‍🔥 = 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) ❤️‍🔥

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langdxn · 4 years

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Cody's characters reacting to their child walking in on mom and dad bangin...-🦷

Oh 🦷 anon, you know what this means... breeding kinks assemble beyond the cut!

The creak of your Outpost bedroom door gives yours and Michael’s little boy’s entrance away, but the damage has already been done — he’s just laid eyes on his father towering over his blindfolded mother, both her wrists chained to the bed and her ankles draped over daddy’s shoulders. For all his powers, Michael’s too wrapped up in pleasuring his wife to notice your son bursting in. You gasp weakly at the intrusion, kicking away from Michael’s shoulders and clenching your thighs together in a vain attempt of covering your decency, but Michael remains still and composed, completely unfazed. A hand leaves the deep wells he’s digging into your hips and points at the door, twirling a finger in a gesture to turn around. “Jeffrey, please leave.” Scurrying footsteps escape the room and the door creaks closed, leaving you frowning beneath your mask. “I apologise for the intrusion, darling,” Michael calmly declares, draping his hand back into the wells over your pelvis and applying his usual amount of assertive pressure. “Now where was I?”

Xavier left your little girl with the children’s group swimming down at Redwood’s lake just long enough for you to catch a quickie over the desk in the boy’s cabin. So when your daughter cries out behind you just as he’s about to cum, terror and confusion blend into one. “Holy shit, baby what are you doing here?!” Xavier hurriedly pulls out and yanks up his white pants, racing over to her and tumbling to his knees to speak to her. “Baby girl, why don’t you go back down to the lake? You’re missing out on all those pool floats! Daddy’ll be right with you!” Little footsteps scurry out and Xavier comes to comfort you, but as he’s helping you dress yourself, he swallows harshly and your panties drop to the floor once more. “Fuck it,” he groans into your ear, returning his length to your folds. “Let’s try that again, shall we?”

Just as your eyes rove to the ceiling while you’re bouncing on Jim’s cock, your bedroom door smacks the wall behind and the tip-tap of tiny bare feet echo through the floorboards. Jim can feel your terror as you freeze on the spot, but he leaps up to press his chest against yours to cover you, hands firing forward to conceal your ass as much as he possibly can. “Uh— little dude, mommy and daddy were just... err... playing a game!” His high-pitched tone suggests his last-minute defence surprised him too. “Yeah, playing a game! Could you go find your soccer ball and I’ll be out in a moment?” As soon as the door clicks behind the little man, Jim breathes deeply and wraps his arms tightly around you, peppering relieved kisses into your clavicle. “Imagine if we had two kids to burst in on us,” he chuckles lightly, holding his breath waiting for your response. “Would it be that bad?”

You and Duncan are all too aware of your daughter’s adventurous streak, bundling through your bedroom door like she owns the place, but you didn’t expect a visitor at 4am as sleeplessness resulted in Duncan pounding you into the mattress. The initial fear stalls his hips as he turns to see your girl’s confusion, before swiftly grabbing the crumpled sheets and hastily covering you both. “Princess, what have I told you about knocking?” Her puppy dog eyes beam back and he breaks into a laugh. “I’m not mad at you baby, why don’t you go back to bed? Daddy’ll be right there to tuck you in.” Luckily not as disobedient as her father, your little girl follows Duncan’s instructions. Returning his focus to you, he sinks a passionate kiss to your lips that makes you both want to melt into each other all over again, his hips bucking weakly into you as he reluctantly tears himself away. “And your daddy will be right back to fuck you.”

You and Richard have been caught in the act enough times to know privacy in the clinic is non-existent. The staff offered to babysit for the night so you could have some alone time together, but that doesn’t stop your tiny prince finding his way back to your room just as daddy’s fucking mommy’s brains out with your legs wrapped tightly around his back. Your instincts tell you to let go of your man and pretend you weren’t even touching, but Richard has clearly thought this through — after all, he’s been in the clinic a lot longer than you. “Hey little man,” he coos gently, sitting up and closing your legs to spare you some decency. “What’re you doing in here?” Exactly how he could be so responsible while you’re shaking like a leaf is beyond you, but while your vision blurs out of sheer terror, he’s already yanked his pants up and crawled to the edge of the bed to whisper something to your little one. Before you can blink, the boy races out of the room and leaves you alone. Sharing a knowing glance, you and Richard burst out laughing and cradle each other through your hysteria. “I just told him if he goes back right away, I’ll play basketball with him all week. Reckon we’ve got time to try again?”

Jerome always has an answer for everything, so he’s somehow fully prepared when the bedroom door swings open with your twins racing toward you, ready to jump on the bed right next to mommy riding daddy. Your hands fire up to cover your chest but your travelling salesman simply sits up and smiles, passing you the bra you cast aside earlier. “There’s my terrible two,” he cheers, putting an arm out to stop them bounding onto the sheets beside you. “You know what mommy and daddy are doing, don’t you?” Two bemused faces beam back at you, waiting for the punchline. “You see, mommy and daddy were hugging,” he explains. “Because we love each other very much. That’s why we had you two!” Jerome turns to you with a grin, clocking the admiration in your eyes as you see the family man you married coming to the surface even in the strangest situation, especially considering his cock’s still buried inside you. Just as your heart warms with affection, he fires a cheeky wink and bucks his hips up into you ever so slightly, his tip brushing your sensitive spot — daring you to moan in front of the kids.

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kaetastic · 5 years

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TEASER!

pairing: duncan shepherd x reader

warning: smut woops

The idea crumpled when another whimper rung through his ears.

He tries to ignore your breathing on him, he breathed out- in steady paces. His body froze. Your left leg laid on his, he shuts his eyes tightly.

“Relax baby,” He reasoned, caressing his fingers on your exposed hip. “Just need to lay this off.”

here it is !

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd smut #duncan sheperd ff #duncan shepherd imagine #duncan shepherd imagines #duncan shepherd oneshot #duncan shepherd oneshots #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd x reader smut #michael langdon sleepy baby boy

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littledemondani · 3 years

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forever and always | andy dolan x fem!reader

warnings: dub-con, knife play, choking, abduction, bondage, gagging, stalker!andy, cocaine use, breeding kink, daddy kink, fingering, slight mention of masturbation, blood kink (if you squint), cheating, orgasm denial

word count: 2.1K

summary: after stalking y/n for a little over a year, andy finally goes off the deep end and abducts her.

a/n: andy and y/n had a toxic "relationship" prior to the events in this fic. please read the warnings and do not interact if they make you uncomfortable. i may write more parts to this just to show how their relationship played out and him actually stalking her. let me know if that's something ya'll are interested in!

"Hello, Y/N."

The silky smooth voice caused her to stop dead in her tracks upon entering her apartment, her blood running cold at the familiar cadence. 'No, it can't be?' She thought to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat as she steps further into the house. Y/N turns around the corner from the foyer and enters the living room, her (E/C) eyes widening. There he was, in all his fucked-up glory, sitting on her maroon sectional, lit cigarette in hand with his feet propped up on the black coffee table.

It had been months since she had last heard from him or seen outside of her apartment, watching her at all hours of the night. She figured he had given up on her, had taken the hint that she wanted nothing to do with him, but she was wrong. That became painstakingly obvious when a bouquet of her favorite flowers got delivered to her doorstep with a card that read, "Miss me? - A.D."

"Andy? W-What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to see you, of course," he says simply, blowing the smoke from his lungs, his sapphire eyes glued to her. "Love what you've done with the place." He points to the picture frame of her and her boyfriend, Jason, placed neatly on the accent table, his voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of venom. "I never took you as the domestic type."

Y/N's eyes fall on the frame for a moment before gazing back at Andy. "There's a lot you didn't know about me."

Andy stands from the sectional, taking a few steps towards her with the cigarette still in hand. "Maybe so," he muses, taking a long drag as he does so. "Or maybe you're just lying to yourself."

"I've learned a lot about you this past year, Y/N. I know deep down you don't give a fuck about him, because if you did? You wouldn't be moaning my name while you fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers."

The air leaves her lungs at the revelation. 'He was watching me?' she thinks to herself. It's not something she would ever admit out loud, but she knew Andy was right. Every minute spent away from him was torture. She imagined his bruising hold, the way he kissed over the sensitive spot behind her ear, how they would get so fucking high and spend hours fucking in a drugged out haze. Andy chuckles humorlessly as the realization dawns on her, stepping even closer to her. "I'm always keeping an eye on you. What kind of man would I be if I didn't?"

She stumbles backwards into the entryway, her heart racing and breaths shallow. Andy lurches towards her, grabbing her arm with an iron grip. "Where do you think you're going, baby?" he mocks, grinning wickedly as she tries to jerk out of his grasp.

"Andy! Let me go!" Y/N screams, tears streaming down her face as she looks up at him. "Please! If you love me, let me go!"

"Oh no, Y/N. I made the mistake of letting you go once. I'm not doing it again." He takes a cloth with his free hand and places it over nose and mouth. She looks up at him with wide, fearful eyes, struggling for a moment before going completely limp in his arms.

The room is pitch black save for the moonlight filtering in through the open balcony door. Andy sits at the table on the balcony, snorting a few lines before sitting back against the chair. He groans as the familiar feeling takes hold of him, grateful to finally be at peace.

Y/N awakens not long after, blinking back the haze of the chloroform Andy dosed her with. She glances around to see where she is, realizing it's Andy's bedroom. He walks in as she's coming to, his lips pulling into a wide smile. "Hey, you're finally awake."

She turns her head towards the sound of his voice, sucking in a breath as she lays eyes on him. He's dressed in his favorite navy blue silk robe and gray boxers, his hair slightly disheveled from the light breeze.

"Sorry about the restraints," he says, gesturing to the ropes tying her to the bed.

She hadn't noticed the ropes, still too groggy from being knocked out. "A bit dramatic, don't you think?"

"I had to make sure you weren't going to run off when you woke up," he says simply, as if it were the most obvious reason for him to have done so. He slips the robe off of his body, letting it fall to a heap on the floor as he climbs onto the bed. He towers over her, tracing his finger along her cheek.

"I missed seeing you like this," he whispers. "Tied up and at my mercy." He trails his finger down her cheek to her throat, carefully wrapping his hand around it. "Screaming my name while I fuck that perfect, tight little cunt of yours."

She writhes underneath him, wishing she could just disappear into the mattress. "What makes you think I'd let you fuck me? You're fucking psycho, Andy!"

He chuckles humorlessly, adding more pressure to her throat. "Oh, you will." He reaches over, grabbing the knife placed on top of the nightstand in his free hand. He flashes it before her, wiggling his brows as he does so. He places the handle between his teeth and rips her dress off of her, leaving her in nothing but her black, lacy thong.

Andy takes the blade, gently dragging it along her delicate skin. He revels in the way she squirms underneath him, her soft pleas and whimpers making blood rush to his cock. "Shh," he coos, placing a finger against her supple lips. "It's okay, baby. I would never hurt you."

She pushes her head further into the mattress, wanting nothing more than to escape his touch. Andy smirks, removing his finger and tracing it over her hardened nipple. Y/N moans, tears cascading down her cheeks as she closes her eyes, giving in to the pleasurable feeling.

"Mm..so receptive to me even after all this time," Andy breathes, rolling the bud between his fingers. He dips down to run his tongue over it, keeping his gaze on her. Y/N moans a little louder, biting on her lower lip to stifle her moans.

Andy trails the knife over her abdomen to her pubic bone, cutting the lace fabric of her panties with ease. He discards the ruined material, groaning hotly as her pussy glistens under the moonlight. "Fuck...," he whispers. "So pretty..." He rubs the blade through her folds, licking his lips as he does so. "Tell me, Y/N. How much did you miss me?"

"So much," she whines without a second thought, peering at him through heavy lids. "I missed you so much."

He grins wickedly, gathering some wetness on the tip of the blade and holding it to her. "Prove it."

Her chest rises and falls with each breath, keeping her (E/C) eyes on him. She leans forward as best as she can, licking the underside of the blade all the way to the tip as if it were a cock. She moans as the taste of her arousal floods her mouth, lashes fluttering.

"That's it," Andy groans, palming his aching cock as he gazes down at her. "You always were such a good girl."

Andy brings the knife back to her cunt, rubbing tight circles against her clit. The cool metal makes her hiss, instinctively swiveling her hips for more friction.

"You love this, don't you?" he rasps, his tone low and seductive. "You're fucking soaked."

Y/N glares at him, tugging on the restraints in frustration. She hates how she turns to putty in his hands, regardless of everything he's done and the situation she finds herself in. She always has, and always will, want Andy Dolan more than anything.

"Please," she begs, glancing up at him with glassy eyes.

"Please, what? Hm?" Andy teases her entrance with his fingers, pushing in to the first knuckle before removing them entirely.

What she's pleading for is lost on her. For him to let her go? To fuck her? She settles on both.

She closes her eyes, lips parting as a breathy moan escapes her. "Let me go," she whispers, face contorting in pleasure as he pushes his fingers inside of her once more.

"You already know the answer to that one, baby," he says, a hint of malice in his tone. "Now, tell Daddy exactly what he wants to hear."

"No," she challenges, meeting his eyes. Her words mean nothing, not when every facet of her is screaming otherwise. She tosses her head back, moaning filthily as Andy curls his fingers against her sweet spot. "Fuck!"

He smirks, scissoring his fingers inside of her before pulling them out to rub harsh circles on her clit. Y/N moans loudly, the sound vibrating around the room, along with the squelching sounds of her cunt. The anticipation of being buried inside of her cunt becomes to overwhelming and Andy can't take it any longer. He pulls his boxers down in a swift move, pumping his achingly, hard cock in his hand.

Y/N's gaze falls on his cock, heavy and hard in his hand. Her mouth waters at the sight: tip flushed red, a bead of precum dangling from the slit, prominent veins exposed all along his perfect shaft. Her cunt clenches, causing arousal to drip down her thighs to the sheets beneath her.

"Tell me you want me," he says, rubbing the tip of his cock over her swollen clit. "And I'll give it all to you."

She whimpers in response, licking her lips as he toys with her clit.

He chuckles, dragging the tip all over her pussy to gather wetness. "If you say so."

Andy lines his cock with her entrance, teasing her for a moment before finally pushing inside of her with a hot groan, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Goddamnit," he breathes.

Y/N grips onto the rope tightly, tossing her head back onto the pillow as she moans. Her cunt pulses around Andy's girth, the stretch causing a pleasurable, burning sensation. Andy lifts himself up on his hands, not allowing her any time to adjust as he thrusts sharply into her.

"He doesn't know how to please you like I do," Andy growls, holding her hips tight enough to bruise. "I've seen the way he fucks you."

"I bet it killed you," she breathes, spreading her legs a little wider for him. "Watching another man fuck me. Knowing it should have been you."

Andy brings the knife to her throat, holding it there as he deepens his thrusts. "Perhaps," he muses. "But I know it killed you. Remember, baby, I watched you touch yourself after he left and fantasize about me."

He knicks her skin, groaning hotly as she whines in pain beneath him. He leans down and licks the blood pooling at the surface of the wound, lashes fluttering at the metallic taste. "Mm.."

Y/N winces as the cut begins to sting. She flicks her (E/C) eyes up at him with a doe-like expression. "Perhaps."

Andy's lashes flutter at the feeling of her tight walls surrounding him, his brunette curls falling in his face as his head hangs forward. "God I missed your pussy so much. It was fucking made for me."

She yanks on the ropes, wanting nothing more than to touch him, to drag her nails down the smooth plain of his back, to bury her hands in his hair and pull just the way he likes it.

"Let me go," she moans, tugging against them once more. "I wanna touch you."

"You know I can't do that, Y/N," he breathes, replacing the knife with his hand and gripping tight enough to cut off her air flow.

Her eyes roll back, gasping for air as she does so. "Andy...! Shit..."

Andy grins wickedly, releasing his hands from her throat. "Such a good little whore," he groans. "Aren't you?"

Y/N is so lost in the pleasure Andy is giving her, that she doesn't even realize as she says, "Yes..."

He pulls out and places her in the mating position, swiftly entering back into her. "Gonna fuck a baby into you," he grunts, smirking at her devilishly. "That way you'll always be mine."

She cries out at the new, deeper angle, his words lost on her. Her cunt throbs as her orgasm nears, each thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Andy...I need to cum!"

"What's my name?" he breathes, wrapping his hand back around her throat. "Tell me my name and I'll let you cum."

"Daddy!" she screams, face twisting in pleasure as the tip of his cock rams into her G-spot repeatedly.

"That's right," he moans, releasing hot ropes of cum deep inside of her cunt as he does so. "I'm your fucking Daddy."

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