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langdxn · 3 years

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How do you think the Cody’s would react to you getting pregnant when your relationship was still pretty new?

awh surely the boys are good fathers no matter what, right? sneaking this under a cut because i got carried away

Every aspect of Outpost!Michael’s life is so heavily planned and orchestrated that, by the time he’s brought about the end of the world and established the apocalyptic outposts, the thought of starting a family is well beyond his mind. Nevertheless, his arrival at Outpost 3 led him to you: the enchanting gray he didn’t remember from the occupant lists. Your gradual back-and-forth flirting over the common room over two weeks led you falling head over heels into the most romantic, steamy and intense relationship of your lives — but was that all down to the isolation, living in close proximity underground every hour of the day?

It seems your nerves as you stuttered out your secret at the end of Michael’s stressful interview day were completely justified, judging by the blank expression on his face. “Pregnant?” He repeated sternly as he rubbed his temple. “You’re aware we’re facing the end of humanity as we know it, and you’re bringing another life into this barren husk of a world?” His brows knitted tightly together as he computed the situation before him, gaze darting around his bronzed office before falling back to your eyes.

“But the baby is mine?” A grin curled the corner of his lips ever so slightly as realisation sunk in, lunging forward to grasp your hand over his desk. “Then we have nine months to get to know each other properly before we have another life to get to know too.”

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The spontaneity of Xavier Plympton’s life up until this moment has taken him to some extraordinary places: experimenting with drugs, shooting gay porn, even counseling at Camp Redwood for a summer he thought would be safe and peaceful. He invited you along for the sole purpose of showing off his new girl to his closest friends, introducing you by way of shoving you all together in a deserted summer camp to get to know one another.

As Xavier thoughtfully plates up breakfast around the campfire for everyone, there’s no hiding the excitement glowing across his countenance, brightening his cheeks and planting that special glisten in his eyes. However, catching sight of the greasy fried egg on your plate sends you racing back to the girls’ cabin — your first sign of morning sickness has arrived. Blissfully unaware of your condition and assuming you’d simply forgotten something in your bunk, Xavier begins his announcement while idly bouncing on the balls of his feet: “I’m sure you’ll all get a chance to speak to Y/N while we’re here, but I wanted you to be the first to know we’re officially together as of today!”

“And she’s pregnant already, doofus,” Montana jibes with a roll of her eyes, jabbing a finger in the direction you darted and couldn’t be seen for dust. “I’ve seen this happen a thousand times over, you knocked her up on the first time, Plympton!”

Xavier pauses, staring into the middle distance for a moment. Suddenly, as if a lightbulb moment struck him, he grins even wider and chuckles to himself. “I’m gonna be a dad and a Hollywood actor? This summer is so fucking rad!”

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There’s no way of skirting around it — family is a very sensitive subject around Duncan Shepherd. Not that you could consider your impending motherhood much of a family when the father of your unborn child is your soon-to-be-divorced boss at the Shepherd Freedom Foundation. The nights you spent rolling around atop his desk when the office was empty couldn’t ever be the starting line for a genuine family unit, could it? As far as you were aware, your pussy was merely a gateway drug to letting out his frustrations of his messy divorce. He’d been married for 7 years and they had no children to show for it, was he even the fatherly type?

Duncan’s gaze caught yours as you grabbed your bag from beneath your desk, heading to the doctors for your first checkup of yours and your baby’s health, but you forced his image out of your mind. You promised yourself you’d tell the expectant father closer to your 12-week scan in hopes you could gather further information on his promise as a dad in the meantime. Once you headed for the door, Duncan grasped your arm and pulled you in to kiss you in front of the entire office, faces behind desks frozen in shock, a deep red flushing your own cheeks while he leaned in to deepen your connection.

“I know,” he muttered indicatively into your mouth as you parted lips and he guided you to the exit, an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. “Penny saw your pregnancy test in the office restroom when you left. Be honest with me, is the baby mine?” You meekly nodded as he ushered you around a corner and through the front doors. “Then consider this your last day in the office, you won’t have to work a day while you’re carrying my child.” He drew to a halt as you reached the busy sidewalk, his free hand gently planting into the plane of your abdomen, as flat as it would be for the next nine months. “Don’t worry, I’ll be paying to keep you both safe and happy. You’re a Shepherd now, and Shepherds look after each other.”

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The most paternal surfer boy this side of Bali, Jim Mason warms to the idea of becoming a father immediately. Who cares that you’d only been seeing each other for two months before the condom broke in the midst of an intense session up against the rocks on the beach bathed in the glow of a particularly beautiful sunset? On reflection, it was quite possibly the most romantic setting in which to make a baby, stealing chaste kisses and panting breathless declarations of love in between. Those same hushed affections spilled from his lips when you told him you were pregnant, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around like an ecstatic carousel. The blissful happiness lasted a month and a half, until one evening the deafening silence around the house suggested your boyfriend was still at the beach.

Wandering down to the shore, you spotted a familiar form hunched over at the water’s edge, head between his legs and his arched back pulsing as if he was sobbing. As you approached, his gentle weeping nearly drowned out by the crashing surf, it became clear that this breakdown was a side of Jim you’d never seen before, a change that exposed a weakness in him. He noticed your approaching footfalls as the sand squished beneath you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered under ragged breaths. “I can’t, I… I’m never going to be a good father!” He sobbed weakly as you perched beside him, draping a sympathetic arm over his shoulder. “I’ll fuck it all up, just like my dad fucked it all up with me and Medina.” His head instinctively dipped into you, leaning over and pressing his weight against you. “I’m scared, I’m scared I won’t be good enough.”

Of course, what he doesn’t understand in this moment is that the simple fact he’s concerned about how good a father he’ll be already proves he’ll be a better father than his own. Suddenly, his sniffing ceased, raising his head to gaze into your eyes through a tear-blurred haze. “We… we can do this together, right? As long as I’ve got you, we can do anything.”

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When he first found out you were expecting his baby, Richard fell silent again. His bad dreams intensified, leaving him a quivering, frantic shell of his former self squirming in bed beside you. What could be so terrifying to him, the thought of becoming a father at such a young age? Or of being tied to the girl he only met a month ago over a heated exchange in the clinic lounge concerning the TV channel of choice on a Friday night?

As he writhed among the sheets, you reached out a hand to rest on his chest and reassured him between weak whimpers escaping his lips. “They’re… they’re coming,” he stuttered in a panic, “baby… they’re coming for our baby!” His knees flailed about, scuffing up the sheets and shaking with fear. “Don’t… don’t touch her,” he exclaimed defiantly, balling his fists at his side and drawing his bottom lip between clenched teeth. “Leave my daughter alone!” Suddenly, his fidgeting ceased, his fingers unfurled and his features melted down from their raging skewed frown to a peaceful, serene half-smile.

Without warning, his hand journeyed behind your head and scooped around your shoulders, drawing you in and holding you as close as physically possible — all without opening his eyes, almost as if he were still locked inside his dreamscape. His other hand cupped the back of your head and pressed your face into his chest. “Stay away from my girls, they’re mine.”

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Meeting Andy Dolan at his sickeningly excessive birthday party and bonding over your shared adoration of cocaine wasn’t the ideal foundation for a family. In fact, it wasn’t any foundation for a family. Hiding from the paparazzi was a full-time job for the actor with whom you had somehow fallen into a casual relationship, he always felt distant and preoccupied, glaring out of every passing window and obsessing over internet searches. He was already struggling to handle his crumbling connection with his child and his bitter divorce, so you figured his only feasible response to discovering he’d already knocked up his new partner wouldn’t be a happy one, particularly given the cold stare he flashed at you for turning down his offer of a line as you chilled out the night before.

Hoping Andy was suitably distracted by rehearsing for an upcoming screen test, you aimed to sneak out of the mansion and head straight for the clinic, your mind sufficiently made up that you couldn’t keep this baby, least of all raise it in the shattered environment around you. Reaching the gates and waiting for the doorman to operate the electronics, your mission had succeeded up until a hand curled around your wrist and spun you on your heels to front the skewed rage on Andy’s face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His words spat through gritted teeth. “Did you think you’d get away with this, huh? Getting rid of my baby without even telling me?!” You had no chance to defend yourself or question how he found out before he launched into another tirade. “You think I won’t be a good father? Because I’m always off my face in one capacity or another?”

His grip weakened on your forearm for his hand to slip down your wrist and entwined his fingers with yours, the other reaching up to cup the back of your neck as his voice softened. “The coke? Gone. It’s gone. I’ll go back to the wellness centre and do it properly this time. Just please, please don’t get rid of our baby? Give me a chance to be a proper dad this time?”

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littledemondani · 3 years

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We're in it with our feels tonight sis 😭😭✊ could you whip up something about Duncan surprising the reader with a kitten? Or any animal of your choice! 🙏❤

Anticipation flowed through your veins while you waited for Duncan to return from work. He had texted you earlier in the day that he was bringing home a surprise for you and you couldn’t stop racking your brain trying to figure out what it could be. Jewelry? A brand new phone? A car? New lingerie? The possibilities were endless with Duncan Shepherd.

The sound of keys rattling outside of the penthouse door brought you back to the present time. You stood up from the sofa and hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a washcloth to pretend like you had been cleaning the island countertop.

“Babe, I’m home!” Duncan calls out, shrugging his signature dark green coat off of his broad shoulders. He carefully treads into the living room to search for you - black tote bag in hand.

You place the cloth on the counter and enter the living room, grinning widely at the sight of your husband. “Hey, baby.. How was work?”

“The usual. Boring meetings with older men who keep resisting the technological change society is going through,” he chuckles, placing the tote bag on the floor. He pulls you in for a hug and kisses the top of your head. “How was your day, love?”

“Not too bad, I suppose. Met up with Diane and some of the other wives at the club for mimosas then came back home,” you say with a shrug. “Nothing too special.”

Duncan smiles softly down at you, tucking a loose strand of your h/c hair behind your ear. “Nothing too special, hm? Well, maybe I can change that.”

You return the smile, tilting your head a little as you eye the tote bag on the floor. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Remember how I told you I had a surprise for you?”

You nod, the smile on your face growing wider as you watch Duncan lean down to open the bag. “Yes…”

“Close your eyes - and no peeking.”

You do as he says, covering your face with your hands for emphasis.

Duncan giggles and reaches into the bag to take out the white, fluffy kitten inside. He walks over to you, coaxing your hands open to hold the kitten. “Okay, open them.”

Your eyes immediately well with tears as you feel the soft fur against your fingers. “Duncan!” you say, sniffling as you pet the kitten lovingly.

“I was walking from the coffee shop back to work and saw a little pet store on the way. This little girl was in the window and I knew instantly that you had to have her,” he says thoughtfully, his heart bursting with joy at the sight of you and the kitten. “You always said you wanted a fluffy white cat.”

The tears streamed uncontrollably down your cheeks, nodding as you wiped them away. “Ever since I was a little girl.”

You carefully sit on the floor and put the kitten down, giggling as she tries to swipe at your fingers.

Duncan sits on the floor with you, taking a laser pointer from the bag. “Any ideas on what you’re going to name her?”

“Marie!” you say excitedly and without hesitation. “Obviously.”

Duncan laughs wholeheartedly. “How did I know you were going to name her after the kitten from The Aristocats?”

“Because you love me,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue at him.

“I do,” he says with a soft smile. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

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casikototmblr · 4 years

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Dating Duncan - Headcanon.

Summary: Headcanon about you being in a relationship w/ duncan.

warnings: mentions of sex, NSFW.

Dating Duncan wouldn’t be one of the easiest things in the world but he made sure you knew this from the start of your relationship.

Duncan would spend the majority of his time at political events, prestigious galas which you would normally attend by his side or he’d be stuck at the office.

Duncan would be tied up with work a lot, what with him being the workaholic he is. If there was an addiction for work, Duncan would for sure have it.

Duncan could never stay at work for too long, as your attempts to make him come home would always be successful. Even though he’d try his hardest not to give in.

It would first start of with sending some pretty suggestive messages like the following: “your face would look pretty cute between my thighs right now...just saying!”

After realising your suggestive messages weren’t doing the trick, you’d start sending him plenty of explicit pictures/videos of you in one of his favourite pieces of lingerie, often captioned with the following: “missing you daddy” or “just get home so you can tear this off me...”

Within a couple of minutes of you sending the pictures/videos and him seeing them, you would receive a message: “on my way home, DON’T do anything til i get home, or you ain’t getting anything baby girl...”

The second Duncan would step through the door, he’d make quick work of finding you, snaking his arms around your waist before pulling you close to him as he would attach his lips to yours, pushing you up against whatever surface was closest.

You would wrap your legs above Duncan’s hips, your hands entangled in Duncan’s soft locks as he carried you from the hallway to the office in your city apartment.

Duncan always insisted fucking in a different room everytime, but his favourite room had to be the office that had a view of the city down below.

He’s a sucker for a fuck with a view.

Other times, he’d tease you. His finger ghosting over your clothed bundle of nerves before slowly peeling your panties off just to make you even more desperate. Your whiny mewls only encouraged him more to take his time.

But when he wanted you there and then, he would make quick work of bending you over the desk. His hand sweeping down and pulling the set to one side whilst he would quickly free himself before slamming into you without warning.

He would be big into spanking, just the sight of your ass gripped in his hands was a massive turn-on for him.

Duncan would take aftercare seriously, especially when he pushed you to your limits. He would make sure you had plenty of rest and had everything you needed before he’d have to leave again.

Duncan would be the sweetest person to you. He’d give you everything you wished for and wanted, there wasn’t nothing he wouldn’t do for you. He enjoyed making you as happy as possible.

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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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Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

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

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

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

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 years

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I Loved & I Lost (Part 4)

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Summary: It was just a sudden mistake, that had far greater consequences. It was her name that started it all…

Warnings: cheating, fluff, hint of smut, short time jump.

A/N - FINAL CHAPTER I APOLOGISE TO EVERYONE (if anyone) STILL WAITED FOR THIS! LOVE YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH FOR BEING SO PATIENT! I'm really sorry if this was the shittest ending, I really have lost my touch...

PARTS - 1 2 3

It had been a while since you’d last contacted Duncan nor did he contact you. The last message you’d ever received was a simple text reading “I’m waiting…”

And so you kept him at it.

It ate you from the inside, this raw feeling of your thoughts clashing against each other. A part of you thought there’d be hope, desperately convincing yourself that you’d be able to forgive Duncan and get past this whole misunderstanding. But there was an underlying opposition. The other conflicting part of you wanted nothing more than to rid yourself of Duncan and his scandalous mind. Who in their right mind fucks their girlfriend senseless, only to moan the name of his ex? It was ridiculous.

Nevertheless, you’d realised throughout this ordeal the one thing that remained constant… You’d still loved Duncan.

Before this entire ordeal, you’d reminisced your time with Duncan, from missing the moments in which you’d both meet for a coffee run, from visiting him at the office, to sex quite literally anywhere possible. The intimacy with Duncan you craved, and essentially that was what overcame you. With Duncan’s many attempts beforehand of trying to “win” you back, you sensed he was genuinely apologetic and that he was desperate for things to go back to how they were.

“I’ve made up my mind , Dunc… I’ll swing by your office tomorrow morning.”

And the text had been sent: letting go of the breath that you’d been holding as you wrote the text, exhaled through your body in relief, and now the wait had begun on your part.

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It was a long nigh and an even longer morning, and yet you’d managed with solid resilience.

With each closing step through the halls and corridors of the building heading straight for Duncan’s office, left you feeling more anxious than the passing second. Having finally reached his door, entering through even without preparing yourself, you felt the prideful urge to get it over with.

“Y/N, baby-”

Duncan immediately laid his phone on the desk having just excused himself from a phone , the moment you’d stepped in.

“Oh, baby, how I’ve missed you-”

You could distinguish there was no lie in his words. He looked absolutely exhausted, it must have been the long, silent wait you’d kept him stranded in, not wanting to annoy you any more, fearful of distancing you away even more. And yet, the moment you’d walked through those doors, the familiar, sweet perfume scent wafting through the air, he couldn’t resist. He’d stormed over towards you, needy for a hug, and yet instinctively you stepped back. Instantly, he held himself a split second before he’d lunged his body over you, not wanting to upset you anymore.

“S-So, I’d ask how you’ve been, but I can already assume the worst. Is there anything I can get you? Some coffee, water, tea?”

“No, no, nothing Dunc. I just want to talk. I know I’ve kept you waiting long enough, but I need you to know just how much this has taken a toll on me, as it had with you.”

You could see the fear growing in his tired eyes: as if something had flashed before them, only to establish more fear in his mind.

As you’d both silently sat yourselves down, Duncan sitting beside you, not at his main chair behind his large, neat desk: he wanted to be as close as possible though respecting your boundary, hoping he’d at least share a few moments of intimacy even if it be his last. Between these long days of waiting, not only had he grown knackered, although also impatient for the news, for your final decision.

“Dunc, what you did hurt me deeply, and by now I hope you’ve realised that… I would have never expected such a thing from you, and yet here we are. But regardless, I still love you. I still wish to be with, in simple words, I still want you. Although I must warn you, it won’t exactly be easy for me to adjust back into how things were before. I need you to be truthful with me, Dunc, about everything, just as I have been with you. I need you to tell me you’re having lunch with your ex, or that you’re work partners. I need to know these things Dunc. And I trust that you’ll control yourself. I trust that you wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt me, Dunc.”

“Y/N, I promise-”

Grasping your hand firmly in his, lifting them up directly up to his lips, the kiss he’d been yearning for had finally come. And it was relieving for you, refreshing almost, as you’d been staved of Duncan’s sweet affection.

“Dunc, I need more than just your words. I need to see these changes, I need to see that what you’re saying is true. I want to meet her, and I want her to know for a fact, that she’s history. Think of me as a bitch all you like, but these are my expectations…”

“Of course, Y/N. She knows about you, I wouldn’t shut up when we’d met. But I’m more than happy to do and say as you please. I deserve this.”

“And so you do, Duncan Shepherd-” You sneered: God it felt good to feel just that fibre of peace.

“Might I add, babe… You sure are a major turn on, when you act all bitchy.” Duncan uttered, his eyes lusting over you, craving for every inch of you, as he slowly stood from his seat, taking a step closer towards you, as his hands lifted you from yours… You were certain you’d witnessed him licking his lips, as if he’d been starving.

“I’d say sex in the office would be too early, but I can see someone’s absolutely famished! Guess there’s no stopping you, huh?”

“You couldn’t stop me even if you tried with all your might, baby…I’m going to remind you for certain, just how much I love you, Y/N.”

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pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc · 4 years

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Labor of Love - Duncan Shepherd (preview!)

pairing: duncan shepherd x reader

warnings: fluffy fluffy fluffy

summary: y/n gets pregnant with duncan’s baby and the two have only 9 months to prepare for parenthood before their little bundle of joy arrives.

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hi! so before i continue, i’d like to note that i have never seen a single episode of house of cards and this is completely based off of little clips i have seen on youtube and other duncan fics i have read.

this is going to be a 6 part series, where every chapter is a different stage of pregnancy. i’ve been sitting on this idea for a while, but i wasn’t sure which character to use. but i was scrolling through the dad!duncan tag on @sojournmichael and realized just how much i need daddy duncan 🥺 (and to make up for all the angst and hurt feelings of poor nervous!duncan)

so here’s how it’s gonna look -

chapter 1 - telling duncan

chapter 2 - morning sickness and moodiness

chapter 3 - first ultrasound

chapter 4 - nervous!duncan telling friends and family

chapter 5 - labor and birth

chapter 6 - taking care of baby and smut (ft. lactation kink)

like this post or send an ask to let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this series!

#cody fern #cody fern hoc #duncan shepherd #dad!duncan #dad!duncan x reader #duncan shepherd hoc #duncan shepherd fluff #duncan shepherd smut

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chloelucia13 · 4 years

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Three Men and a Baby Part 2/? (Duncan-centric)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x reader, Jim Mason x reader, Duncan Shepherd x reader

Prompt (chapter): After deciding to go on “vacation” to DC with Duncan to meet his family, things take a turn for the worst... or do they?

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

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, some smut, language, just the usual

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

A/N: Here’s part 2! Like this part, there are also going to be a Michael-centric and Jim-centric parts in the future, so look forward to seeing those! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! Read part 1 here!

DC was a dark and dreary place that seemed to suck the life out of you the moment the plane touched down in that God-forsaken place, leaving an empty void in your chest...

Or maybe that was just Duncan’s family...

No, scratch that. DC, though dark and frigid, was full of interesting views and events, making it oddly welcoming.

Bill and Annette Shepherd, on the other hand, lacked any welcoming quality, making them more isolating and cold than the January DC air that nipped at your skin.

You and Duncan had arrived at the Shepherd’s house three nights ago, the sky a bleary beige from the cold. Bill and Annette attempted to be friendly, making idle conversation. They were horrible at camouflaging their true colors, however, when the conversation switched to Duncan’s childhood. Snide remarks and jabbing comments spewed from both their mouths like venom, making you feel nauseous.

Duncan, on the other hand, acted as if they were talking about something as simplistic as the events of their day, nodding along with pursed lips and a slightly furrowed brow.

That night, as you and Duncan entered into his old room, you immediately began criticizing them as soon as they were out of earshot.

“What the fuck, Duncan?” you whispered, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed where you both sat.

He just shrugged slightly, almost in a trance of sorts. “It’s just how they are,” he replied simply, eyes trained on the wall. “You’ll get used to it.”

You shook your head incredulously, squeezing his hand slightly as your free hand reached up to gently cup his cheek, turning his head so he looked you in the eye. “What they were saying about you, saying to you, was disgusting! They-They have no right to treat you like that. It makes me sick.”

He sighed softly and squeezed your hand in return. “I’m used to it, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” You clenched your jaw, trying not to scream. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and if you’re ‘used to it,’ then they’ve been treating you like that for a long time.” You traced your thumb along his jawline, eyes searching his. “You shouldn’t be used to it. You should be outraged, disgusted, anything but... But numb.”

He pursed his lips once again, looking down at your linked hands for a moment, before looking back up at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know, babe. It’ll only be for a while.”

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” you whispered after a moment of silence. “I don’t like you being so... Submissive. It isn’t like you, at all.”

He just nodded again, running his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll talk to them tomorrow morning. If they don’t slow down on all of the comments, we’ll get a hotel room and avoid my family for the rest of the time. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He flashed you a kind, genuine smile as his eyes began to twinkle with a sort of mischief. “Now, onto more important things,” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you down onto your back, moving to hover above you.

“Mind the baby!” you squealed out, hands flying up to rest on his shoulders.

“Which one, you or the one growing inside of you?”

You swatted his arm, earning a chuckle from him. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’m your asshole.”

You squinted at him, shaking your head slightly. “That sounds... Wrong. Don’t ever say that again.”

He dropped his head forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as he let out a full-body laugh. “Noted.”

The air was warm, a slight fog filming over the windows due to the contrasting weather from inside and outside. A weak glimmer of sunlight slipped through the cracks of the half-open curtains, casting a pale glow across your body and Duncan’s.

His fingers gently skimmed over the small bump of your belly, completely entranced by the maternal beauty you wore so perfectly. The gentle pressure of his lips against your temple stirred you from your slumber, a small sigh slipping past your own lips. “G’morning,” you mumbled, turning slightly and nuzzling closer to him.

“Morning, babe,” he hummed in response, propping his chin on top of your shoulder, strands of your hair brushing against his face. “What’s the baby craving today?”

You thought for a moment, still not fully awake. “Pancakes, I think.” A small sigh leaves your lips a moment later. God, what you would do for some coffee. But of course Duncan had to read every single pregnancy book in existence, learning that caffeine is a no-no and banning every drink that contained the chemical from the house. No coffee, no caffeinated tea, no soda, nothing.

He let out a chuckle. “Is mama cranky for coffee?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck and rested his hand atop your slightly bulging belly.

“Mmm, I thought Michael was the mind reader.”

“Not a mind reader. You’re pouting like you pout every other time you ask me for coffee.” He pressed a small kiss to your cheekbone before sitting up and hovering over you. “And the answer’s the same as it always is. No.”

You huffed and rolled over onto your side, playfully pushing out your lower lip.

“Oh come on, babe. I’ll still make you pancakes.”

You pursed your lips for a moment before turning your head and looking up at him. “With chocolate chips?”

Another laugh fell from his lips. “Of course. Anything for you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut once again when you heard the door close, and you woke up again to the scent of pancakes hitting your nose after what felt like only a moment.

Duncan set the tray of food down on the small desk in the corner before helping you prop yourself up against the headboard with a few pillows. “You know I’m only 5 months pregnant, not 9 months,” you teasingly declared with a small smirk.

“Well, I guess you could make breakfast for yourself,” Duncan mused in response, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Oh I’m so crippled and weak, it hurts to walk, my life is miserable, please hand-feed me for I am too weak to lift the fork to my mouth.” You slouched against the headboard and draped your forearm against your forehead, being completely over-dramatic.

“Did you suddenly come down with the plague?” You just nodded in response and he let out a hum, grabbed the tray of food and setting it on your lap. He placed a glass of orange juice down on the bedside table and then sat at your feet, his hand comfortingly running up and down your shin.

“Thank you, Duncan,” you voiced sincerely after a moment, offering him a smile.

“Like I said, anything for you.”

You reached a hand out towards him and he took the hint, moving up on the bed until he sat next to you, his back against the headboard. He gently intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

Your smile grew even brighter and you handed him a slice of toast before digging into your food, humming with satisfaction.

You were so fully engrossed in the delicious meal Duncan made that you didn’t even register the fact that his eyes, filled with pure admiration, lingered on you the entire time.

***

Another dinner, another conversation filled with sugar-coated insults hurled at Duncan.

You sat there with your cloth napkin twisted tightly wrapped around your fists, wrung taught. “Come on, Duncan, when even was the last time you were at a gala to support the business?” Bill chided, back rigid.

“Probably last summer,” Duncan replied quietly, his gaze focused on the still-full plate of food in front of him.

“Exactly. God, why did we even let you move to LA for college.”

There was a small silence, Duncan only nodding in response. “Do you need me to take your plate, Y/N?” Duncan voiced about a minute later, trying to change the subject.

You opened your mouth to respond before Bill interrupted. “And look at you, waiting hand and foot for her. It’s kind of pathetic.”

“And not to mention that she’s pregnant,” Annette broke in. “There are much nicer girls here in DC, Duncan. No girls who run around getting pregnant and keep their legs open at all times.”

The way she spoke about you, about Duncan, like you two weren’t in the room made your stomach churn. You pressed your lips together to avoid an outburst before rising to your feet, your plate in your hand. You took Duncan’s plate, as well, and slipped into the kitchen. You quickly cleaned the plates before hurrying back into the dining room, not wanting to leave Duncan alone for too long.

Before you could sit down, however, Duncan rose to his feet. “I’m done,” he voiced simply, taking your hand in his. “You can say whatever the fuck-”

“Language,” Bill intervened.

“-Fuck off, Bill. You can say whatever the fuck you want to about me, but if you ever say anything negative about Y/N...” He trailed off, his lips pressed into a fine line. “We’re leaving. We’re gonna stay in a hotel for the rest of the break. I expect an apology in the morning.”

Before either adults could get a word in, Duncan pulled you into your shared room and started packing up your suitcases. You watched him with wide eyes for a moment, unable to fully process what occurred.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Duncan choked out after a moment, stopping his actions and hanging his head. “I-I should have listened to you earlier about leaving. I-If I knew that they were going to say anything about you-”

“Duncan,” you interjected, stopping his rambling. “None of this is your fault. You defended me. You stood up against them.”

He nodded for a moment before walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist the moment he was close enough. You snaked your arms around his neck and clung tightly to him, burying your face in his shoulder as he nuzzled into your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The two of you stood there for a few minutes, just soaking in each other’s touch and letting your worries wash away. Duncan was the first to pull away, only minutely, so he could brush his lips against yours. The tips of his fingers skimmed along your waist until they slipped under your top, tracing along your bare skin.

You gently pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes and fully pressed your lips to his, one hand tangling in his hair while the other cupped his jaw. Your lungs burned with a lack of oxygen, rendered completely breathless from Duncan’s touch.

“Fuck,” Duncan gasped out, pulling his lips from yours and darting his tongue out. “I need you.”

“At the hotel,” you instructed, voice slightly melancholy at the thought of having to wait.

Duncan nodded quickly and moved to shove all of your belongings into the two suitcases, actions frenzied and rushed.

The suitcases were packed in record time and he dragged them both behind him, letting go of one of them for a moment so he could pull you into a bruising kiss. He pulled away as quick as he began and continued forward, dragging both of the suitcases behind him.

The two of you hurried out of the house without even a glance towards Bill and Annette. Duncan shoved the two suitcases into the backseat of the car, despite your insisting that you needed to help him in some way. However, the adrenaline coursing through his veins seemed to make him deaf as he worked in silence before slipping into the driver’s seat and clenching onto the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip.

You sat down in the passenger seat and buckled up, eyes searching his form. “Duncan,” you whispered out after a moment of silence.

His eyes slowly flickered over to yours, his shoulders slouching as the adrenaline left his body, leaving him exhausted and in pain. “I’m sorr-”

“I know, love. Come on, I’m driving.” He just nodded and got out of the car, letting you slide into the driver’s seat as he hopped into the passenger seat. “just tell me where to go.”

***

Duncan, of course, had to choose the most expensive hotel in all of DC, and on top of that, had to buy the most expensive room.

You began to tug your wallet from your coat pocket to pay the bellhop before Duncan handed the young man a few $100 bills, making your eyes widen in surprise. The young man took them with a grateful smile before placing your suitcases in your room, handing the key to you afterwards.

Duncan grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room, taking the key and setting it on the table in the entry way before kicking the door shut and pressing you against the wall, his lips attaching to yours. “I need to fuck you, right now,” he muttered, fingers already tugging at the waistband of your leggings.

“I know,” you whispered against his lips, arching your back slightly to press closer to him. You let out a frustrated huff, however, when your swollen stomach restrained you from being able to press your breasts to his chest.

He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he crouched down and kissed his way down your throat and chest, mouth laving against your breasts over your shirt.

A groan bordering on pleasure and frustration fell from your lips and you slipped away from the wall, grabbing both of his hands and dragging him over to the bed before pushing him down onto it.

He stared up at you with pure admiration in his eyes, one hand dragging down his body to palm at his erection through his jeans. “C’mere baby,” he nearly begged, trapping his lower lip between his teeth.

You nodded, crawling up on the bed and moving to straddle his waist, letting out a small gasp when you felt his hard-on press against your core. You slowly situated yourself onto his lap before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. Meanwhile, his hands alternated between kneading your ass and tugging your leggings off. Once you undid the last button, Duncan successfully pulled your leggings and panties down to your knees.

Duncan’s pupils dilated impossibly larger when he took in the sight of you, your hair flowing free and your core on display. A soft grunt fell from his lips when he watched you kick off your leggings and panties before sitting up on your knees. His hands worked quickly to rid you of your shirt and bra, as well, before tugging his own pants off, his unbuttoned shirt lingering on his body.

Duncan looked downright sinful underneath you, his hair fluffed out against the comforter and the sleeves of his shirt clinging tightly to his arms as the rest of his shirt flowed loosely, exposing his chest and slightly soft belly.

His voice brought you out of your trance, snapping your eyes from his body to his face. “I want you to ride my face,” he announced, voice thick with arousal. He seemed to be extremely excited by the idea, since his cock twitched at his own words.

You nodded slightly and took his hands in yours, beginning to crawl your way up towards his face. You stopped near his chest, doubts and insecurities filling your mind.

“What’s wrong?” He squeezed your hands and searched your eyes, brow furrowing slightly.

“I... I think I’m too big,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze afterwards. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He gently tugged your hands, drawing your attention back to him. “You are not too big. You won’t hurt me.” He sat up slightly and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your breast before laying back down. “Now, get up here so I can taste that pretty cunt of yours.”

Arousal pooled at your core and dripped down your thighs, legs already beginning to shake slightly. You just nodded in response before crawling up his body until your center hovered over his face.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his heart beginning to race the moment he locked eyes with your wet center. Slowly, he leaned his head up and squeezed your hands, licking a bold stripe up your core.

You immediately lurched forward at the touch, a strangled moan leaving your lips. You looked down, longing to stare into his cerulean eyes as he worked you to the brink, but your bulging stomach prevented that.

The feeling of contempt towards your stomach left as quick as it came, however, when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. “Oh my god,” you choked out, gripping onto his hands like a vice. As he worked at your core, you dropped lower and lower on your knees so he didn’t have to crane his neck to lap at the sweet nectar flowing from you.

His tongue slowly skimmed down your core, parting your folds so he could reach your entrance. When he found it, his tongue immediately slithered inside while his nose ground against your clit. One of your hands let go of his and flew forward to the headboard, gripping tightly to steady yourself. “Does that feel good, baby?”

You nodded fervently and gasped for air. “Feels so good.” You felt Duncan’s smile against your core before he returned to his previous actions, his tongue gliding in and out of you as his nose bumped against your clit. His actions sped up when you grew more vocal, ‘please Duncan’s and ‘fuck’s mixed in with wanton moans and cries ripping from your throat. His free hand rose up and rested on your stomach, fingers softly tracing imaginary patterns on your skin as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. “I-I...”

As if he could read your mind, he moved his hand to your core and quickly pumped two fingers into your tight heat. “Are you close?”

“Yes, fuck.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you finally reached your tipping point, cumming with a tight and strangled moan. Your hands flew forward and gripped the headboard, whimpers flowing freely from your lips as he worked you through your orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect.” His fingers gently slipped out of your wet heat with a squelching sound that made his cock twitch. His lips still circled your clit, his tongue laving at the bundle of nerves.

Once you were able to catch your breath, you lifted your hips from his face and slowly crawled down his body until you were eye-level with him. His hands gripped your hips and pushed you down onto your back, switching positions so he hovered above you with his legs straddling your waist.

He was a sight to behold, the bottom half of his face glimmering with your release and his lips red and swollen from suckling on your folds and clit.

With a smirk, you sat up and swiped your tongue over his stubbled cheek, licking up the mixture of your wetness and his sweat that lingered on his skin. A harsh groan bubbled in his chest at your actions, hands tightly gripping into your hips. “Such a naughty girl,” he mused, turning his head so he could press his damp lips against yours. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?”

You nodded softly and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the prominent bulging veins that adorned his toned arms. His lips slowly trailed down from your lips to your neck, then to your chest. “Duncan,” you whined, carding your fingers through his brunette locks.

“Hmm?” He looked up at you with hooded lids, his lips gliding over to your right breast and taking your nipple into his mouths, immediately sucking with fervor. The fingers of his left hand gently rolled your other nipple between his fingertips, earning a throaty moan from you.

“Duncan, please. I-I need...”

“What do you need? Gotta use your words, babe.” His hand left your breast so he could trace his fingertips along your very inner thigh, inching achingly closer to your core.

“I...” You sucked in a breath and gulped. “I need you to fuck me. Please, baby.”

“Of course, babe.” He sat up and took your legs in his big hands, spreading them slightly so he could nestle himself between them. The tip of his length bumped against your core, prompting a small gasp from both of you. “Are you...” He stopped himself with a look that mirrored pain on his face.

“What?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Nothing.”

You squinted at him before a sly smile cracked across your face. “Were you... Were you gonna ask me if I was on birth control?”

The tips of his ears flushed pink. “No...” He trailed off.

You let out a laugh. “Did-Did you forget that I was four months pregnant?”

“Shut up! I was being considerate, okay!”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try and stop your giggles. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re sweet.” You extended your arms to try and pull him into a hug, but he dodged away.

“Stop it. Maybe I just won’t fuck you.”

“No, baby, please!” You grabbed his hands and pulled him close to you. “I’m sorry, baby. You were being sweet and I love you. And it’s such a confidence booster that I’m not big enough for you to remember that I’m pregnant even though I feel ginormous. Come on, baby.”

He cracked, letting out a chuckle and pressing his lips to your cheek. “Alright, fine.” he sat back up and pulled his hands from yours so he could caress your thighs.

“Now fuck me, baby.”

He grinned and nodded, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly sheathing himself inside of you. The two of you let out a synchronized moan, basking in the feeling for a moment before he began to thrust in and out of you.

You could tell that he was holding back, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes screwed shut as he laboriously slid in and out of you. You felt bruises forming under his hands, and that brought a new gush of wetness to flow between your thighs. “Dunc,” you voiced, bordering between a whisper and a moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled in response, harshly jerking his hips once before going back to his brutally slow pace.

“Baby, you can go faster.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” You gripped onto his shoulders and tightened your legs around his waist, defying his grip.

He nodded, a few strands of hair falling in his face as he slowly picked up the pace, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper inside of you. Grunts reverberated in his throat and mingled with your moans as he fucked you. “God, I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Dunc.” You threw your head back after a particularly rough thrust, nestling deeper into the pillows. your back arched up a moment later, though, when his thumb began to rub tight circles on your clit. His other hand rested on your swollen belly, throwing his head back as he neared his orgasm.

“Fuck!” His hips stuttered as he grew closer and closer. “You feel amazing, baby. Goddammit, I’m so close.” His hand circled your belly, his touch feather-light. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you so full of my baby next. As soon as you have this one, I’m filling you up with another.”

“Duncan-”

“God, seeing you pregnant with my baby sounds like a dream.” His hips stuttered one last time before he shot his load inside of you, shuddering as he pumped you full of him.

His orgasm pushed you off the edge of your own orgasm, all the air leaving your lungs as flashes of white exploded behind your eyelids. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped divots in his skin.

He slipped out of you and knelt on the ground, watching as his cum dribbled out of your entrance and down onto the bedsheets. “So gorgeous, baby.” His middle and ring fingers glided along your soaked heat, gathering your mingled release onto his fingertips. He pushed himself back to his feet and crawled up on the bed, bringing his coated fingers to your lips.

Your tongue immediately darted out and lapped at his fingers, your hand grabbing his wrist and putting his two fingers inside your warm mouth. You suckled on his fingers and let out a low moan, smiling around his fingers at the taste. A small whine fell from your lips when he withdrew his fingers, but hummed in satisfaction when he pressed his lips against yours.

He sat up and got out of the bed, heading into the bathroom. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked as he wet a washcloth.

He headed back into the bedroom as you shook your. “Not at all. You were perfect, baby.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” He gently cleaned between your thighs with the washcloth, tossing it near the bathroom afterwards. He crawled back up on the bed and laid down next to you, draping an arm over your waist. His eyes stared into yours, fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes on your skin as he became lost in your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Why? What for?”

“I-I shouldn’t have said all that stuff. About getting you pregnant. It was just a heat of the moment thing, I was in my head and wasn’t thinking about what I was saying-”

“Duncan, it’s okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it back to the immaculateness that it was before. “I kinda liked it, honestly. Makes me feel good when you think I’m beautiful when I’m pregnant.”

“You’re always beautiful, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

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