#Duncan Shepherd Drabble

[syven-siren]

Taste Test

Summary: The Reader gets bored with Duncan’s photo/video obsession and finds a way to entice him. (Duncan Shepherd x Female!Reader)

“Y/N, why don’t you get down and twirl for daddy? Show me that pretty outfit you’re wearing?”

You pout, staring at the camera lens unamused. It isn’t that you dislike posing for him but every time Duncan buys you a new set of lingerie, he becomes insatiable. He has to take pictures from every angle; a way to get him through his long business trips he says. One night recently, your irritation came to a boiling point. So much so that after you had received your punishment, you both had a serious conversation about alternatives to Duncan’s rather large camera roll of you on his private cell. Instead, opting to switch to video when you are presented with a new gift.

Still, here you sit with your stockinged legs swinging back and forth off the countertop. He wants the perfect shot for the video when all you want is for him to rip your fucking clothes off and take you over the counter.

“I’m bored of this.” You roll your eyes, playing with the garter strap holding your sheer thigh highs up.

“(Y/N), stop being a brat.”

Glancing up, you notice Duncan’s jaw is clenched in annoyance. He might be upset now but your defiance always makes for great foreplay. A wicked little plan develops in the back of your mind, something that will get you both worked up. Sliding back on the countertop, you bring your knees up, exposing your lace-covered core to him and the camera.

Your fingers run along the trim of your bra, sliding over your stomach and straight to slick soaked panties. A shiver runs down your spine as Duncan’s gaze follows your hand. He looks as if he wants to say something but chooses to stay silent, instead of watching as you massage your clit. Needing more, you push the fabric aside and slip two fingers into your entrance.

Duncan’s grip on the phone falters but he’s quick to readjust and continue recording your provocative display. Pinching one of your nipples, you become a moaning mess almost forgetting that he’s even there. Your eyes close as you finger yourself, getting lost in the pleasure. Your toes curl as your orgasm looms over you. Biting your lip, you try to hold it off, wanting him to be the one to help you cum. The squelch coming from between your legs is obscene as your wetness coats your fingers.

You make eye contact with Duncan as you take them out of your pussy. Bringing them to your lips, you take a small lick, mewling for extra emphasis.

“Mmm. Daddy, do you want to taste?” You offer your fingers to him, hoping it’s enough temptation. Without hesitation, Duncan takes your fingers in his mouth, his tongue twirling around them before sucking them clean. His low groans cause your face to heat up even more than it already is.  

“Do I taste good?”

“Yes. So good that I think I need more,” with a devilish smirk, he answers your question and pushes you to lean back. His scruff tickles your inner thighs as he dips his head in-between your legs, going straight to the source of your wetness. Looking up, he turns the phone over to you,  “Record this baby so we can both watch how fucking sexy you are when you’re cumming because of me.”

A/N: This is my first Duncan drabble so it might suck lol hopefully it doesn’t 🙈 Also, the gif is not mine; credit belongs to @hotlinesmiami 

[hecohansen31]

hey! if you’re requests are still open, could you do a small piece with the foursome! maybe the reader finally talks about her own trauma (daddy issues?) and opens up for once.

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So I hope you won’t mind that I changed your request: I previously had an idea, and I thought this request was perfect to develop it (also because I am costantly scared to write badly any mental health issues, even ‘daddy issues’!).

Still, as always, if you feel uncomfortable or you didn’t like this, you just have to send me an ask and I’ll rewrite this again!

WARNINGS: Talk About Mental Health/Trust Issues/Problematic Relation With Therapists/Light Stalking/Poly-Relationship.

You had started seeing a therapist, before you had started your relationship with Duncan, Michael and Jim.

Although you weren’t ashamed of such thing, you hadn’t told them about it, more out of the constant habit of dealing things on your own than because you felt uncomfortable talking about such a thing.

And it hadn’t been a problem for you, you could juggle up perfectly your business and most of the time you could count on a perfect excuse to justify the hour you spent with your therapist, each Friday.

You therapist actually knew about your relationship and hadn’t pressured you into revealing them your problematics or the fact that you visited her weekly, but she had highly suggested that you talked with them about it.

‘There is nothing to be ashamed, (Y/N)’ she had told you, meanwhile you fidgeted with your hands ‘You know well that they aren’t the judging type and that, what you do here, is absolutely nothing illegal or wrong’.

You had nodded, but every time, right when you wanted to talk with them about it, the words died on your tongue and you quickly changed the theme of your chats and shifted their focus away from you.

But soon your small absences were noticed by your lovers: Duncan sometimes would call you to check on you, just to find your phone switched off, which was strange not only because nobody switched off their phones anymore, but also you were pretty active with it.

Jim and Michael had tried to propose some interesting activities to do on Friday afternoon, so that you could spend some time together, but you would always shake your head, and suggest either another time or another date, coming up with new excuses each time.

But they noticed that you would always keep each Friday at 4:30 p.m. free, and one day, they had chosen to follow you, although Michael had insisted that it was extremely stalkerish.

‘It isn’t stalkerish if done with love’ had muttered Jim, and Michael had just shot him a look before muttering about how ‘he shouldn’t have let him watch ‘You’ on Netflix’.

They had followed you, ‘discreetly’, although they were lucky that you hadn’t noticed them because you were too much on cloud nine, since they did nothing more than tripping onto things and running into people, but they had made it to a small building, which looked pretty normal.

Were you meeting with a friend?

Both Jim and Michael were surprised about you meeting with a friend, without telling them.

But they weren’t one of those ‘always together couple’, but they didn’t understand why you would hide them an outing with friends.

… but maybe it wasn’t simply an outing with a friend.

Were you cheating on them?

That would explain the secrecy and the fact that you were entering that building.

They also managed to enter it although clumsily, asking one of its resident to open the door, faking to be the friends of one of the other tenants, but once they were inside they weren’t able to actually look where you had gone and ended up exploring rather clumsy.

But their eyes were immediately caught by what looked like a private studio and they wandered inside, mostly because everything was better than the thought of you cheating on them: maybe you simply were having some problems you were too ashamed to talk with them.

They knew lately you had been writing some stories, maybe you had chosen to publish them and this was a talent scout or a publishing house…

Once they were inside, they realized it wasn’t a simple studio, but it was a therapist one, the secretary looking at them confused before she dared to ask them whether they had an appointment or needed to book one.

“Ahem we are…actually… in need to book one” lied Jim, and Michael was half thankful that the secretary didn’t seem to care enough about them to avoid noticing the fakeness in Jim’s tone, who continued on setting a fake appointment, giving the woman the same date of (Y/N)’s strange absence.

“I am sorry, but that spot is already busy” she mumbled and Michael managed to catch a glimpse of the timetable discovering that your name was signed down for that spot, showing that you were seeing a therapist.

That for  all that time you had been seeing one, without telling them anything.

Were you ashamed?

Had they given you the idea of not being able to take care of you?

Had they given you the idea that they would make fun of you, if you told them that you were seeing a therapist?

They hadn’t certainly been truly angelic with you, but they were open-minded enough not to judge you about feeling the need of seeing somebody that might help you.

Michael couldn’t help but be both slightly disappointed and both a bit self-conscious of his behavior towards you.

As Jim finished settling the appointment, he grabbed him by the shirt, to let him know they had to leave, before you finished your session, saluting the secretary as she reminded one last time to them the date of the appointment.

“Please don’t tell me I just signed up for nothing” mumbled Jim, once they were outside.

“(Y/N) was here” mumbled Michael was they were inside of the car, gaining a skeptical look from Jim “… she is… she is seeing a therapist, I saw her spot on the timetable, meanwhile you were booking the appointment”.

“Why is (Y/N) seeing a therapist?” asked Jim, much more naively than Michael, meanwhile he rode off quickly making sure not to attract any attention on them “… do you think that it is because we make her crazy”.

“Jim, why do you have to make this funny whereas it isn’t in the slightest!” Michael’s outburst of rage made Jim tremble lightly and the blond man tightened the grip onto the steering wheel, coming to an abrupt stop “… I am sorry, it just… baffles me… that she…”.

“…that she doesn’t trust us?” completed Jimmy, before he softly pushed an hand onto Michael’s white knuckles “… Michael we hated her till a month ago… she has every right to keep us out of some things she thinks are personal”.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to stalk her?” shot back Michael.

“Because I thought she was hiding someone, but… Michael… how long did it take you to open up with me and Duncan about your problems with your grandma? Or for me to open up about my substance abuse” Michael didn’t answer “… it took us long, and you can’t blame her”.

“So, we have to pretend nothing happened?” Michael didn’t know if he could do it and was thankful when Jim shook her hand.

“No, we need to talk with Duncan and her, at least to apologize, and to show our support towards her and her journey” replied Jimmy, meanwhile he quickly held and gripped Michael’s hand on the steering wheel.

“Then I think we should get some cake”.

You had come home after an entire afternoon of crazy errands, although you had wished, for the entire time, nothing more than to come back home, mostly since the therapy of that day had been rather serious, and again, your therapist had explained the importance of letting your partners know of your journey, both to help you and to be sincere with them.

You had actually thought about coming clean, and in the end swore to confess it to them at least before Sunday, but when you had come home, the climate… was strange.

Michael was avoiding you, without putting into it too much effort to hide it and Jim was exceeding with his usual cuddles, even going as far as to stick at you when you got up to get the dinner ready, awakening also Michael, who came to stand into one of the stool at the kitchen island, beside Jim, as if they wanted to talk with you.

“Did something happen, guys?” you asked, wondering whether you had forgotten some anniversary or birthday “… are you mad at me?”.

“We followed you today” spoke Michael, almost spitting out the words as if they were on the tip of his tongue “… Jim has seen too many ‘You’ episode and decided to finally discover what you do each Friday at 4:30 p.m.”.

You were petrified on the spot and Jim continued, Michael’s speech, with much more sweetness to the tone:

“I didn’t mean to, but… I just… I thought you might be seeing someone else” your expression quickly changed to baffled, mildly offended “… I am sorry, you know we have abandonment issues… but this is another problem, we have discovered you are seeing a therapist”:

Well the truth was now out and you couldn’t help but be nervous at their thoughts, although you were ashamed, you knew people had mixed reaction about you seeing a therapist, you had been even wary about sharing this with some of you more distant friends.

“Why did you hide it from us?” Michael’s accusing tone was enough to made you cringe, and he saw it, immediately backing up and muttering a light ‘sorry’.

“I… I don’t know… it just never came up” you replied, hiding slightly in yourself, shrinking a bit to appear smaller.

“Don’t you trust us?” asked Jim, his tone definitely lighter than Michael, but the accusation heavy on his tone.

“It isn’t that I don’t trust you, but…” you tried to mumble “… it’s difficult for me to talk about it… it took me years to approach a therapist, and I am not ashamed of it, but I tend to deal… with things… on my own, have always been”.

“You don’t have anymore” a deep voice, surprised you and you all turned to catch Duncan staring at them, and you couldn’t help but blush further, hiding in the kitchen “…I am sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but I just wanted you to know that at least for me… this is a judgement free place”.

“Thank you” you stammered, meanwhile your other two lovers nodded.

“I am not going to lie I felt a bit heartbroken when I discovered this, but…” spoke Michael, and held out an hand for you to take, a true peace offering “… I understand now why you might not want to talk about it with us, but… if you need anything, you are more than welcome to let us know”.

“Yeah, exactly!” backed him up Jimmy “… is there something you want to talk about with us? Is there something we need to avoid? Or any way we can help you?”.

You appreciated Jimmy’s questions, although you couldn’t help but be slightly nervous, gently encouraged by Duncan, who came behind you and hugged you softly, letting you know his presence in this.

“I might need wine to speak up a bit” you joked, and Michael joined the laugh before he promptly mumbled.

“We have a chocolate cake to share” he mumbled, before he promptly added “I mean you have one and I have my own”.

“I think that you also need an appointment to a therapist or some doctor to check on that sugar flow”.

“You are just jealous of my perfect weight, Jimmy!”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at that and cuddled a bit tighter into Duncan’s arms: you might have had bad and heavy days, but you had three lovers always ready to make you feel better.

You were glad to have them in your life.

[so-langdon]

Drinks - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader (Drabble)

Summary: Lengthy (?) drabble about Y/N attending a Shepherd’s Foundation ball for work and meeting Duncan.

Warnings: Some swearing, embarrassed reader, flirty! Duncan

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

Y/N glances down at her phone, replying to a few texts from her friends, trying to make the time go by quicker. Looking back up, she looks around the large room, eyes flickering back and forth among the growing crowd. 

Y/N was a journalist for an important news company, and was sent to this Shepherd’s Foundation gala to report on the presentation that was going to be held. This wasn’t a particularly exciting opportunity, as writing about republicans and their shallow parties wasn’t what Y/N went to journalism school for. But she had to work her way up somehow. 

She was sitting at one of the bars in the room, waiting for the presentation to begin so she could collect her notes and information and be on her way. Spending her Saturday night here wasn’t at the top of her list of things to be doing, and therefore wanted to leave as soon as she could. 

As Y/N waits at the bar, one knee crossed over the other while facing out to everyone and discreetly people watching, she feels the sudden presence of someone at the seat next to her. She looks over, wondering why as there were plenty of other free seats around.

Her eyes come in contact with a man who leans his elbow against the counter of the bar, showcasing dreamy blue eyes, some stubble along his face and golden brown locks, standing tall and broad. It stops Y/N’s breathing for a moment as she sees this gorgeous man standing before her. She’s not sure if she’s ever seen someone so handsome before. 

He grins confidently at her, lips looking pink and plump and utterly perfect. “You look like you could use a drink,” this man says, smiling after. Even his voice was attractive -- low, a bit husky, and self-assured. 

Y/N raises her eyes, trying to keep her cool. “Do I? What makes you say that?” She asks nonchalantly. 

“Just a feeling. You look a bit bored,” he points out.

Y/N pauses and shrugs a bit. “Well. It is a bit slow-paced around here.”

“Yeah,” the man nods, agreeing. “It tends to be like that until after all the announcements and speeches go on,” he shrugs. “Then everyone lets loose,” this man grins. “So, how about a drink then?”

Y/N smiles a bit, “I would, but,” she half-shrugs, “I’m working.”

“Oh,” he raises his eyes.

“I’m a journalist for Cooperative News,” Y/N informs. “So I’m here to report on the presentation tonight.”

“Wow,” the man nods impressed. “Cooperative News. You’re beautiful and ambitious,” the man compliments, making Y/N smile a bit. “That’s a highly respectable news company.”

“Thank you,” Y/N starts shyly. “Um, that’s why I’ve taken any assignment I can get my hands on no matter how awful or boring,” Y/N states.

“Don’t care for politics?” The man asks, noting the annoyance in her voice but still grinning.

“It’s not that,” she begins. “I just don’t care about the Shepherd’s in particular.”

“They are a bit.. overrated, I’d say,” the man says. “You ever meet any of them?” He asks.

“No,” Y/N shakes her head. “But I’ve done my research, reading plenty of articles and reports on the Shepherd’s Foundation and what Annette and Bill stand for,” she sighs out. “But it’s not even them that’s the issue for tonight. It’s the son, Duncan. I have to report on his presentation which I’m not really looking forward to.”

“Why’s that?” The man asks curiously, growing smile on his face

“He’s just trying to impress his mommy,” Y/N waves off. “Just following in her footsteps because he’s been brainwashed since he was a child to take on the family business and to focus on all the fame and money and republican bullshit,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Plus, what I’ve heard of Duncan is that he’s an arrogant asshole who goes through women like water. Not exactly the type of guy I want to be reporting on.”

The man in front of her nods. “I’ve heard some similar things. You’re probably not too far off. Guess you’ll be learning more after tonight,” the man grins.

Y/N hesitates a second before replying before just saying, “Maybe.”

“Well. If you’re not still too bored after the presentation, I’d love to buy you a drink then,” the man smiles. “Hope you’ll stick around,” the man gives a wink before walking off and disappearing into the crowd. 

Watching the handsome man walk off leaves Y/N thinking that attending this gala wasn’t so bad after all. She had only talked to this guy for a minute and she was already missing his presence. He had such a charming, genuine demeanor, making her feel at ease. She realizes she never even got his name. 

She forgets about it for the time being as the presentation begins in the next few moments. Annette and Bill Shepherd give their opening introductions, thanking the crowd for their donations and company tonight. Y/N can easily see through their fake smiles and shallow words, causing her to roll her eyes or cringe over their awful jokes to try and hook the crowd. But Y/N gets ready nonetheless, bringing out a notepad and pen to take some notes and a tape recorder if needed for the main event.

As Annette and Bill give an over the top introduction for Duncan Shepherd, Y/N rolls her eyes again, dreading to see what this spoiled and cocky brat has to say. But her eyes widen when she sees that the man she had just been talking to is Duncan Shepherd as he walks onto the stage, greeting the crowd with that charming smile she saw moments earlier up front, and waving, spotlight shining all on him as he speaks into the microphone. 

“Oh fuck,” Y/N mumbles to herself. 

~

After the presentation, the crowd gets noticeably rowdier, the seats at the bars filling up quickly. Duncan was right about how things picked up pace after the presentation. I guess no one really needed to focus and pay attention anymore after the important announcements had been given. 

Y/N debates on staying at the bar, trying to figure out if she should leave from the fear of talking to Duncan again. She said all that shit about him and his family and insulted him. It confuses Y/N as she thinks about it. Why didn’t Duncan say anything to her or call her out? He just let her talk her bullshit straight to his face, and with a smile, like he didn’t even care. But he had to care a little, didn’t he?

“Glad you chose to stay,” his voice rings, sending a shiver through Y/N’s body and pulling her from her thoughts, making her turn her head as Duncan approaches her.

Y/N turns in her chair from the bar towards Duncan as he steps over, taking the seat beside her and smiling just as confidently as before and when on stage. 

“Still want that drink?” Duncan asks politely.

Y/N pauses for a beat, shaking her head in defeat, “I’m so embarrassed,” bringing a hand to her forehead. “I’m so sorry I said all of that about you and your family.”

Duncan grins, shaking his head, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I didn’t mean it,” she drops her hand. “I mean, not really. I don’t know you or your family in actuality, I was just,” she shakes her head again, “I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” Duncan laughs a bit, waving her off. “Seriously. Didn’t bother me a bit.”

“Really?” Y/N raises her eyes, not believing him.

“Really,” he smiles. “I’ve heard way worse. I’m used to it now. I don’t care what anyone has to say. I know what’s true and what’s not.”

Y/N sighs, turning her head away.

“You weren’t really that far off from the truth anyway. My family is a bit problematic. And I can be a bit of pompous asshole, anyway.”

Y/N looks at him, seeing how he still has a genuine smile on his face, kindness radiating from his beautiful blue eyes. “Well, still wasn’t.. exactly the nicest of me to be talking like that about you and your family, especially to you. I shouldn’t have in the first place, it’s not like I’m some high school gossiper. And yet,” she trails off, sighing. “I was acting like one, just talking shit from what I’ve heard.”

“Not your fault,” Duncan smirks. “There’s a reason my family and I have been deemed irritating and arrogant. But, we’re working on re-branding. Hopefully,” he winces playfully.

Y/N laughs a bit to herself. “Well, still. I apologize.”

“No need for apologies. Just let me buy you a drink,” Duncan smiles confidently, glancing around the bar to find the bar tender.

“I should be buying you the drink,” Y/N says. 

“Nonsense. I offered it to you first,” Duncan looks at her again.

“I owe you after what I said really, so,” Y/N puts a hand up to get the bar tenders attention. 

“I mean, you can order us drinks if you let me take you out to dinner next weekend,” Duncan offers.

Y/N diverts her eyes from the bar tender to Duncan, giving a confused expression, narrowing her eyes. “What?” She can’t tell if she heard him correctly or not.

“I’d like you to stay tonight too so we can keep talking. But would also like that dinner next weekend as well,” Duncan explains.

Y/N stares at him in disbelief for a moment, caught off guard by the fact that Duncan is asking her out.

“Promise to make it worth your while,” Duncan smiles. “I can show you I’m better than what all those tabloids say about me. You can get to know the real me, while in return, I get to know the real you?” Duncan says, raising his eyes hopeful.

Y/N’s expression of disbelief fades into a gradual smile. She gives a nod, “Sure, Duncan Shepherd. I’d like that.”

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

My Dirty Little Secret Part 1

Story idea from @kellysimagines

Warnings: Swearing, smut, angst

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

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

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

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

“So then I cut him a deal” you said.

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry babe” he sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I wanna do this” he determined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who the fuck was ‘Tiffany’?

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm? What’s that hon” you asked him.

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

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

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

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

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[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

This would be fun too! Send me a number and one of Cody’s characters!

smut prompts

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You’re more than just a one night stand.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

“Like what you see?”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Dont be so rough. there cant be any marks.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

“No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much..”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“Mine.”

“We cant do that here!”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Come here.”

“Watch me.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

“If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”

“Put that thing away!”

“Don’t kink shame me.”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“You taste like fucking candy.”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“You make a sound and its game over.”

“Just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?”

“U-uh..no, i was just..”

“Want some help?”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!”

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“Tell me again.”

“You have no idea how much i want you.”

“Say it.”

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

“Wow, i didn’t realize you were that…flexible.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll.”

“I think thats the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then do it.”

“You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”

“Who said it had to be on the bed?”

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”

“For the love of fuck.”

“Yep, thats me. I love to fuck.”

“How do i look?”

“Would you reconsider if i was sober?”

“I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if i try hard enough.”

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

“You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.”

“I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”

“We’re…..just friends.”

“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!”

“How quickly can you cum?”

“There’s people here.”

“I know.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m up for it if you are.”

“Don’t ruin the sofa.”

“Ill just have to cum inside you then.”

“Stop dancing like that or i’m going to cum in my pants.”

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

“You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”

“I’m gonna strangle you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

“Stop distracting me.”

“Were you touching yourself?”

“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”

“That’s probably the fastest i’ve ever done that.”

“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?”

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

“It was so worth the injury though!”

“Saddle up doll.”

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

“God damnit, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.”

“If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

“Yes we can.”

“What are you doing in my bed?!”

[faeriecxrcle]

bdsm [3/31] -duncan shepherd x reader

warnings: shibari, edging, spanking, subspace, toys 

“Safe word?”

Duncan’s voice breaks you out of your dazed state, and you turn to look at him over your shoulder. Currently your arms are tied back intricately, you can see the various knots and patterns he has made down the length of them. 

“Chanel,” you reply, breathlessly, accidentally rubbing against the rope that’s pressing into your cunt as you move slightly to try and get comfortable. 

The brunette watches in amusement as you try and move around before he settles a hand on your bare ass, stroking the skin gently, “Stay still.”

You do as he orders you, biting your lip as his fingers travel between your thighs, stroking your soaked folds slowly and teasingly. He hasn’t let you cum for over an hour now, stating you needed to learn, ‘patience.’

That simple touch has you whimpering in need and you hold your ass up for him. Big mistake. 

He removes his hand, making you whine at the loss, until he suddenly slaps down on your pussy hard. You let out a high pitched cry, eyes tearing up, his voice a low rumble as he speaks into your ear, “Didn’t I tell you to stay fucking still? Do that again and there will be no release for you tonight.” 

You swallow the spit in your mouth, “Yes, sir, ‘m sorry, sir,” you pant, pressing your face into the bedsheets, holding your body as still as possible, despite its shaking. 

“I know you can be a good girl for me, baby,” his voice now soft and tender, dragging you even further into subspace. 

“I’m a good girl,” you reply quietly, almost blissfully. 

Duncan smiles, “Yes, you are,” his hands tracing your body, the rope, the marks that litter your skin. 

You relax completely into him, a smile on your face as you sink completely into everything Duncan gives you. The noise of a vibrator fills the room and he pushes your legs open, moving the rope aside, lightly pressing the toy into your pussy. You moan quietly, and he presses it even harder, making you tremble slightly. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, and he turns the vibration up higher. 

“You can cum now, but if you do, this night is far from over,” he smirks. 

******

tag list; @sammythankyou @mylippo @jimmlangdon @1-800-bitchcraft @lunarfawns @michael-langdon-appreciation@ladynuwanda @sacredlangdon@lovelylangdonx @duncvns

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Spending Christmas w Duncan!! Like hanging up decorations in the house, putting ornaments in the trees, having him put lights out in front of the house, baking cookies, AHH MY HEART 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

🥺🎄

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Duncan takes Christmas very seriously. It was always celebrated, but before you Christmases were just another chance to make a good impression and impress the slew of business partners the Shepherd’s had over. They’d scoff themselves on free turkey and cranberry sauce, smile their false smiles and Duncan would make do with the new token Rolex gift he got from Bill every year. 

At least Annette would give him stuff he actually wanted. 

With you, Duncan lets loose. No one can stop him, and you wouldn’t want to. Everything has to be immaculate. He demands nothing but the upmost best as you navigate through your own Winter Wonderland on the way to breakfast. Duncan has great garlands, snowmen and reindeer, tinsel galore and a colossal Christmas Tree that is frankly just a bit too big! 

One of your most favourite memories is how Duncan lifted you up so you could put the star on the top of the tree, sliding down to be met with his lips. 

‘Y/N, honey!’ He calls from the front of the house, ‘I need back-up!’ 

You peek your head outside to see Duncan trapped, two cables in hand. One an extension chord and the other a giant light-up Santa. ‘Darling?’ 

‘I need to get the extra chords!’ He cries, ‘Take my place.’ 

You smile fondly, obediently trading places with him. Duncan dashes inside the house, leaving you stranded. From inside you can hear cluttering and the sounds of him cursing from the garage. Suddenly you’re blinded by the projector turning on. Christmas music plays from a hidden speaker while snowflakes light up the entire house. It’s mesmerising as Duncan emerges looking pleased with himself. ‘It’s...not too much?’ 

You take in his childish glee, the huge smile on his face. ‘No, it’s just right.’ 

[dyns33]

Serial killer Duncan Shepherd (1/3)

Drabble. I wanted to write a Hannibal!Duncan for a long time, but without the cannibalism. But I’m really to tired to start a new series, and this one would have been very long, so it’s better like that. But even as a drabble, it’s long and I have to do a part 2 and even a part 3 I think ! 

- (Y / N) was new to the FBI so even though the mission was not dangerous, she did not expect to be sent on the field so quickly

- Her mission was to monitor Bill Shepherd's actions to determine whether he was doing illegal things or even high treason. As he was hard to approach, not letting anyone new near him, she was hired as a secretary to his nephew, Duncan.

- The young man was charming, as intelligent as attractive, women were totally under his spell and men fascinated by his genius. Yet (Y / N) felt that he was hiding something, that he was not normal and she was suspicious.

- Her behavior seemed to surprise Duncan, who should not be used to being resisted, even if he just wanted her to make an embarrassed smile when he complimented her on her outfit, or look troubled when he put his hand on her shoulder. It first became a game, then a mission for him : to get a reaction from (Y / N).

- Except that she did not have time for that, all her attention was focused on Bill Shepherd. As soon as she heard or read his name on a document, she picked up any weird information to warn her superiors.

- One evening, while she was alone in Duncan's office, storing files, she took the opportunity to search through his things and his computer, which he had not turned off, since he had to come back from a telephone interview soon. She thought she could find something on Bill. She found something else.

- Well hidden, in the middle of millions of data, was a strange document, full of photos. Thinking it might be pictures of his sexual conquests, she hesitated to look, but she should not neglect anything. What she saw froze her blood.

- Dead people. Lot of corpses, in degrading positions, but also pictures of them before they were killed, because it was clear that they had been killed, crying, covered with blood and wounds. Some faces were familiar, known people, from the world of finance or journalists, who had disappeared. No bodies had been found.

- Duncan entered then, leaving just enough time to (Y / N) to close the document, trying to regain her composure.

- "What were you doing on my computer ?"

- "I... I checked that there was no new mail, since there is an important meeting tomorrow morning, and there was already a cancellation, so..."

- "Very well, you can leave."

- (Y / N) did not wait any second, walking to the exit, running to the elevator as soon as the door was closed. She called her boss directly to tell him what she had discovered : Duncan Shepherd was a murderer, a serial killer !

- Her boss laughed, without malice. He asked her if the photos showed that it was he who had killed them. When the answer was no, he explained that maybe he was a pervert, who liked things like that, but maybe he did not kill them. Aside from the photos, there was no evidence against him and he could erase them. However, as the people she saw were missing, even though Shepherd was not responsible for their deaths, it was necessary to investigate.

- He asked her to do nothing, try to continue acting normally, like a good secretary, focusing on Bill, while keeping an eye on Duncan.

- (Y / N) was not sure she could do it, but she did not really have a choice

- Well, Duncan did not leave her the choice anyway, since he entered her flat the same night, while she slept

- She was awakened by the sensation of a cold blade on her skin, discovering that she was tied and gagged

"Naughty little bitch. Nobody ever told you that it was wrong to look at other people's things, that it could get you in trouble ?  But... you're paid to do that, right ?"

- Duncan waved her FBI badge, which he threw to the ground, grunting

- "I thought you were different. Better. A sweet pretty girl who was lost in a world of sharks. But it was just an act. I am very disappointed, really. I even thought that we could... become close. I liked you a lot. But you're just like the others at the end, a bitch."

- Without worrying about her sobs, he began to cut her pajamas with his knife, grazing her skin several times, making her moan, but never cutting her.

-"Look at that. So beautiful. So soft. I could have taken care of you, you would have had everything you wanted. Well, you should have to continue to resist me, otherwise it would not have been funny. You would have just been a greedy whore, ready to offer her pussy for gifts, and I hate that. No, we would have played cat and mouse, sometimes you'd give in and the next day, you'd start running away again. It's not that complicated, no ? Why do people always have to complicate things ?"

- Like in the office, Duncan talked a lot. Too much. While he was talking about the crazy love story they might have shared, he did not notice that (Y / N) was grabbing a small blade, hidden under her pillow. As her legs were not attached, she did not care to detach her wrists since she could run. She planted the blade in Duncan's chest, not enough to the right to touch the heart or a lung, but doing enough injuries to make him scream and fall off the bed. (Y / N) rushed to the exit, taking out her gag to call for help, hoping her neighbors would hear her.

- The door was locked and as she was on the fifth floor, she could not go through the window to escape, so with trembling hands she tried to find the keys. She screamed when Duncan pinned her to the floor.

- "Slut ! It fucking hurts !" he shouted as he pulled the blade out of his chest, spilling blood on her face. "You're really... No. Wait. You're struggling, you're running away... It's good, it's very good ! You've understood what I want ! You're listening, it's rare for people to listen to nowadays. Good girl."

- (Y / N) did not understand what he was saying, hrt eyes fixed on the knife, as he kissed her forehead covered with his blood, while wiping her tears

- "Do not be afraid, I will not kill you. It would be a waste, it would be..."

- The police who broke the door would not give him time to finish his sentence. Anyway, with the blood he was losing, Duncan would soon faint.

 ***

- It was impossible to tell if the doctors had been bought by the Shepherds, or if they had really seen a glimmer of madness in Duncan, and it was true that he did not seem totally normal, but he escaped the electric chair and was sent to an asylum.

- His crimes were revealed in the world : he had killed about thirty people, journalists, politicians, lawyers, businessmen, and two prostitutes. Before killing them, he was slowly having fun with them for several days, keeping them in the basement of a house he had rented specifically for that purpose. The bodies were then dissolved in the acid, leaving no evidence, but the photos, traces of blood and scratch marks on the walls of the cellar were sufficient.

- Psychologists and journalists tried to explain his behavior. It was revealed that he had discovered that he had been adopted, that he had never accepted this reality and that he had wanted to do everything to please his mother and his uncle, to be accepted into the family. That's why he got rid of the annoying people at first. Then Duncan discovered that torture and murder were good ways to calm his stress. The "poor" young man had so much responsibility, everyone was watching him all the time, waiting for him to make a mistake, not live up to his job as CEO, not be perfect. So he decompressed like that and could go back to work .

- Many women fell in love with the handsome psychopath, claiming that he was not responsible and that he just needed to be loved. They sent him lots of letters, presents and requests for marriage. Duncan ignored them all, sending letters and gifts to only one person : (Y / N).

- Despite all her requests and the measures taken by the FBI to ensure her protection, (Y / N) continued to receive his presents. Duncan may have been locked up, but he still had a lot of contacts, a lot of hidden money that could not be taken, and he used it to send her disturbing and disturbed messages. Sometimes he threatened her, explaining in detail how he was going to kill her. Sometimes he told her that he was in love with her, that he wanted her to come and see him. And she received many expensive gifts, dresses, jewels, perfumes, from foreign countries, made by great creators. (Y / N) gave everything to her colleagues, to check that there was no danger and she never recovered anything. She did not wanted to.

- Yet she found herself waiting for his letters. Her nightmares sometimes became pleasant dreams, even with blood and knife, which she was ashamed of the next morning. Duncan Shepherd was a monster, a killer, who wanted to kill her.

- Then why did she had to fight against herself to not visit him ?

[syven-siren]

Apology Not Accepted

Summary: Duncan gives the Reader a lesson in common sense. (Duncan Shepherd x Female!Reader)

Being the secretary for Duncan Shepherd is not an easy job. You never thought it would be, but sometimes you wonder why you tolerate half the shit he forces you to do. Maybe you just get off on the dominance and the way he enjoys torturing you. It’s not all bad though. You live for the occasional praise he gives to you even if it’s very rare. 

Following your boss’s orders, you let yourself into his apartment, finding it somewhat surprising that it’s so clean and organized it. Nothing like the bachelor pad you had imagined but then again he probably had a cleaning service come in every day. 

“Mr. Shepherd, I have the files you needed.” 

When he doesn’t answer after a few attempts to reach him, you worry something has happened. It’s unlike him to leave to you or anyone else unattended in his personal space for too long. Wandering further in, you peek through a couple doors. He’s still nowhere to be seen. 

“Mr. Shepherd?” You call out again. Opening the door to what you assume is another bedroom, you’re shocked by the sight of your boss fully naked with a towel in hand. Water droplets roll off his hair, down his back, and over the curve of his bare ass. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” You shriek. The stack of files is your arms scattering across the floor and becoming a jumbled mess. Duncan turns to find you frozen in place, staring at him. Unlike you, he doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by you catching him naked. Rather his attention is directed at the more than one hundred loose papers that are now out of order. 

Coming out of your stupor, you look away, hoping he doesn’t notice the deep blush covering your cheeks and tips of your ears. Dropping to your knees, you hastily attempt to collect the papers. Mortified, you just want to get out the room but it seems that for every paper you pick up, another six lay in another corner of the room.

“Leave them. Leave them! Go wait in the damn kitchen.”

Mumbling another apology, you stumble out the room, not wanting to anger him any further. Once in the kitchen, you internally scold yourself for what just happened. Your mind clouds with numerous ways to get out of this situation. The best you can come up with is that you should just resign. There’s no way to come back from this. 

Prepping yourself on what you’ll say, you don’t hear Duncan storming towards you. Only when his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back do you recognize what danger you might be in. Your hand wraps around his finger, feebly trying to get him to let go. He slams you into the kitchen island, forcing your face down on the counter. Your cheekbone grinds harshly against the marble countertop. Pain erupts along the side of your face. There will definitely be a bruise there later. 

“Ahh! Please, I’m sorry.” You sniffle out pathetically. 

Standing on the tips of your toes, you try to gain some leverage to ease your suffering. As you shift your weight from foot to foot in an attempt to get away, your ass bumps into his towel-covered groin.

Your breath hitches when he presses against you further. The outline of his cock is snug in between your ass cheeks.

“What the hell were you thinking? Who told you to go snooping around my apartment, huh?” 

He doesn’t even let you get a word in before he’s ranting again.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? I thought when I hired you, you’d be at least competent enough to handle simple tasks. Obviously, I was wrong. I think some punishment is in order.” 

“Yes, -"

“I’m glad you agree,” he says, cutting off the rest of your sentence. Backing away slightly, he flips your skirt up revealing your panties. 

A sharp slap bears down on the curve of your ass and you hiss. Squirming doesn’t help. It only causes Duncan to hit you harder. Tears begin to well up in your eyes. This is not what you expected when he mentioned punishment. 

“Mr. Shepherd, please I really didn’t mean-" You’re cut off again, this time by another smack to the ass. 

Leaning over you, his bodyweight presses you into the countertop even more. You struggle to catch your breath as he whispers huskily in your ear. 

“I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”

Never have you been so humiliated and turned on at the same time. This man has total control over you and it sends tingles down your spine.

“Don’t you dare move.” He commands, letting go of your hair. Too scared of his retaliation, you do as you’re told, keeping yourself pressed against the countertop.

Ripping your panties down your thighs, Duncan swipes two fingers through your glistening folds.

“You’re getting off on this. This is what you like? Is this what you wanted all along?” 

“No. No!”

Duncan laughs at your rushed comment and the quake in your voice. When you don’t hear or feel him, you tilt your head to see what he is doing. Your vision is blessed with the sight of his towel dropping from his waist, giving you an amazing view of his cock. 

Taking notice of your staring, Duncan places in hand in between your shoulder blades and shoves you back down. 

“I told you to stay down. You really need to learn how to listen.” He places emphasis on his words by thrusting into you suddenly. Unprepared, a scream rips from your throat but the pain is quickly replaced by a building pleasure. Duncan’s hips snap quickly, his tempo is unreal. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. 

“You’re so tight. If I knew you are like this, I would have punished you sooner. I thought about pounding into this pretty little pussy for so long.” 

Grabbing you at the elbows, he tugs your arms behind you. The new position forces you back to arch, allowing his member to hit deeper within your awaiting core. Your shoulders begin to ache and your chest bouncing even with the support of your bra. Your orgasm is so close that your body begins to tingle, a pin and needles sensation spreading throughout your limbs. 

“Mr. Shepherd. Fuck, please. I’m so close.” 

Duncan’s cock barrels into you, hitting the perfect spot over and over again. The way you clench around him and whimper his title pushes him to the breaking point. One. Two. Three more hard strokes and he stills inside you. His cock pumps ropes of cum into you, coating the walls of your pussy. 

You mewl in appreciation but still crave your own orgasm. Duncan denies you that though. Instead, pulling out to watch his cum dribble out your abused hole. Releasing your arms, he turns you around, patting your ass and pushing you towards his bedroom. 

“Now go clean up those damn papers. Then wait for me on the bed. I’m not done with you yet.” 

A/N: The gif is not mine; credit belong to @codyfernsource​

[hecohansen31]

12 18 49 and 54 for Duncan

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

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

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Fluff, Mention of Smutty Books!

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

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

‘But only if I get my gift!’

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

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

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

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

And yet here you were.

Giving Duncan your favorite book.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sweetie”.

“Next time I’ll get you a bookstore”.

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

[so-langdon]

Be Better - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Drabble)

Summary: Y/N and Michael get into an argument and he makes her cry.

Warnings: Angst, fighting, swearing, some fluff

A/N: Just a lengthy(?) drabble about being in a fight with Michael

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle 

Y/N wasn’t really sure what had just happened in the last few minutes. One minute she was greeting Michael as he walked into their bedroom at the Outpost, the next they were arguing, yelling and screaming at one another, obscenities being exchanged back and forth. 

The anger Y/N felt was so overwhelming, she didn’t even remember what the two were arguing about anymore. She just knew she was livid and resentful towards Michael. The way he spoke to her, sarcastic, dry and elusive, speaking them so carelessly towards her.

The entirety of the Outpost could probably hear their argument, but that was the least of their worries as they spewed their harsh words at each other.

The longer their argument went on, the more tired Y/N got, always hating whenever the two fought. The exerted energy from being mad and upset always exhausted Y/N. She didn’t enjoy confrontation and fighting, what good came from it when they’d speak so cruelly to one another?

But Michael seemed to get a thrill almost when they had fights like these, as if becoming rejuvenated. Michael would get more heated, noticeably more angry, the words from his mouth getting worse as he spoke. All while it broke Y/N down and made her want to shrink away. 

They’ve never had an argument quite this heinous before, and it really seemed to hurt Y/N the most, especially when Michael screams some particularly callous words at her. 

Once the words leave Michael’s mouth, there’s a part of him that wishes he could take them back. But the other part of him that’s riled up is satisfied with the pained expression on Y/N’s face, getting some sick pleasure from it. He had gotten under her skin, hurting her where he knew would hurt her the most. He’d won this fight he figured, but was it really worth it?

Y/N takes a step back after hearing the insulting words from Michael, trying to process if he really just said what he said. Michael could be so sweet and loving with her, but so awful and evil when he wanted as well.

Her body reacts before her mind can, her vision becoming blurry as her eyes sting with the tears, building until they stream down her cheeks. 

“What the fuck are you crying for?” Michael exclaims at her while glaring. “You don’t have it in you to defend yourself?”

The anger was still prominent in Michael with the way his eyes were furrowed, fixated on her aggressively. Even when Y/N couldn’t find any words to say further, her own eyes diverting away as she swallowed and seemed to coddle within herself to hide. But it didn’t matter to him. He was still agitated and frustrated with her. Her weak demeanor only made him want to scream at her more.

But his anger begins to subside when he notices her expression, looking so fragile, small and sad, seeing how the tears steam down her face consistently, blinking them away as they cloud her eyes.

It was always different with her. She always had an effect on him, especially when she seemed so sad, and he was the cause. Her weak demeanor made him want to scream more at her originally, but only because it’s when he’s in the wrong, and he’s angry in himself for being the way he is, therefore he projects it onto her until he realizes what he’s doing. 

“Hey,” Michael coos, stepping over to Y/N, her almost flinching as he reaches her, causing Michael to frown over her actions. It was like she was scared of him now. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N,” all anger and cruelty fading away, wanting to just console her. “I didn’t mean it, baby, I swear I didn’t.” He grabs her hands, causing her to look up at him timidly. “I love you, so much,” he pleads, “I hate when you cry, especially when I’m the cause. I’m so sorry,” he wraps his arms around her body, bringing her into a hold.

Y/N wraps her arms around Michael’s torso, accepting his warmth and comfort, nuzzling her head into him. “You can be so mean,” she cries into his chest.

Michael was mean. He could be ruthless, harsh and so cruel when you least expected it. He was the antichrist after all, having a specific plan and wanting to follow through with it without any complications. But around Y/N, she could always bring out the softer side of him; the humanity in him.

Though he was always genuine and loving with her, he could still mess up and be mean to her accidentally which Michael hated. It was like the darkness took over him, causing him to not know what he was doing until it was too late. It was still something he was struggling to overcome, never having a reason to overcome it until Y/N.

“I know. I’m fucking sadistic. You don’t deserve it, there’s no excuse,” Michael sighs. He kisses the top of her head, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I’ll be better for you. I’m sorry.”

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

My Dirty Little Secret Part 5

I decided to carry this on. After the lovely messages I've received, you honestly made me feel so much better and I have worked really hard on this... Fair warning, the angst continues ;) This is more of a filler chapter. Parts of this series explore the readers relationships outside of theirs and Duncan’s relationship so apologies if this is boring. Gif credit to @sojournmichael

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

Triggers: Swearing, angst, mentions of cheating. 

Y/N! That article was great! How did you get the insider information on this?” Mr Miller asked you?

“I have my ways, boss” You winked at him

“Well carry it on. We need this type of revenue, the exposure on this case is going to be big and I want you on the front lines”

“Yes, Sir”

“And you’re attending the Shepherd Charity Gala tomorrow aren’t you?”

“Yes sir, however I will be in attendance with my mother” you informed him.

“Great, well if you can, see if you can get some one on one time with Duncan Shepherd! That man is an enigma but he could provide great business. Would be good to have him on board”

You inwardly laughed. You’d had plenty of one on one time with Duncan Shepherd.

Not in the way your boss was thinking of but if one on one time with Mr Shepherd was what he wanted, you planned on getting just that.

However it had been a while. You’d barely seen him over the past few days, both of you so entwined with work you barely had time to think.  

You decided to give him a call once your boss had left your office.

“Well if it isn’t the biggest reporter in all of DC right now” His honey laced voice rang through your phone.

“So you’ve read the article then” you chuckled

“Saw him on the news last night get carted off in shackles. How did you ever uncover that he was the one embezzling all of that money?”

“The devil is in the details, darling” you drawled

“Well how about we grab dinner tonight and you can tell me all about it?” He enquired

“I’d love that. It feels like ages since I’ve seen you” You told him, softly.

You were actually sort of sad, you two hadn’t normally spent this long apart.  

“I’ve missed you too baby. Why don’t you come over tonight and I’ll cook?”

“I’d rather not spend tomorrow with food poisoning thanks, we’ll order out” You laughed at him

Duncan matched your laughter on the other end of the line.

“fair enough. I’ll see you tonight around 7?”

“Sounds great” You confirmed

“I love you baby”

It filled you with happiness hearing him say that. Even after months, you still weren’t used to it.

“I love you too” You smiled

You’d just come out of a meeting with your department as you entered your office only to see Matt sat there with a rather smug grin plastered across his face.

“And what are you smiling about” you asked him inquisitively.

“Did you finally hear back from that lawyer you went on a date with” trying to match his enthusiasm  

“No, he was far too boring” he told you while rolling his eyes at the memory

“You have a surprise” He told you smugly.

There on your desk was a huge bouquet of flowers.

Filled to the brim with Roses, Lilies, and Gardenias.

Ignoring the sickly sweet smell, the sight was beautiful. All pinks, reds, oranges and yellows.

You smiled so wide you could’ve put the Cheshire cat to shame.

“Sooo, who are they from” Matt butted in.

Looking around the bouquet for the card, you finally found the tiny envelope.

“This would be the work of Duncan” You told Matt

You finally found the tiny placement card. Carefully opening it to avoid tearing the message, you took out the small piece of card so you could read it.

Your stomach sank. You felt sick.

Your breathing turned shallow as you cast your eyes over the italicised font.

‘Tiffany Turner,

I know it might seem as if I haven’t been around as much as we’d both like but I want you to know how much I appreciate you and adore you. You are an astounding woman and I thank myself every day that you are a part of my life. I can’t thank you enough for being there, for being amazing, for being you.

All my love,

Duncan’

Your lip started to quiver and your hands were shaking with rage.

Your eyes started to blur thanks to the tears that were pooling in your eyes, from anger or heartbreak, you couldn’t tell.

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s wrong?”

Matt rushed to your side getting worried as to your sudden change in demeanour.

Grabbing the card from your fingers, his eyes quickly scanned over the text.

“Okay, hold up, who the hell is Tiffany Turner?” He asked?

“Duncan’s secretary” You mumbled almost incoherently

“Why the fuck would he be sending his secretary flowers” Matt wondered aloud

“You tell me” you said as a few tears began to cascade down your face

“There has to be some mistake” Matt tried to reason.

“I know what you’re thinking and if that were the case, there’s no way Duncan would send his side chick flowers to his current girlfriend’s office, there has to be a mistake there”

“I think the mistake is I never should’ve trusted Duncan Shepherd” You told him. Vemon lacing every word.

“Hon, I know you’re angry but listen to me” Matt tried to reason with you.

“He wouldn’t be calling you up, inviting you round for a meal to go and then send another woman flowers. He’s as good looking as he is cunning, just don’t overreact yet. You’re seeing him tonight aren’t you?”

You just nodded, too shocked to form any words.

“Well then, don’t bring up the flowers until you see him. If he asks in the meantime, don’t answer, just go about as you normally would. Then when you’re with him, bring it up. Gauge his reaction. You’ll be able to tell if something is up from his reaction to you asking him”

You just nodded again. You knew Matt was right however you weren’t in the mood to be thinking clearly.

“Get them out of my office please” You said as you gestured your head to the flowers.

Matt quickly did as he was told, bundling them up and out of your office leaving you to come up with a decision on how to approach the subject of your lying cheating boyfriend.  

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Drabble ----Michael Langdon

Very short

Warning sexual

He was bliss, heaven under your fingers, his dirty blonde hair you could see peaking up between your velvety thighs.

His moans that erupted everytime you would take him fully in your mouth, He was your god and you loved to worship him.

[faeriecxrcle]

weapon play [6/31] -duncan shepherd x reader 

warnings: knife play, gun play, role play being kidnapped and interrogated, face slapping, blow job

The knife trails down your throat, and between your breasts, making your breath hitch, and you find yourself arching into you without even realising, “Fuck Duncan,” you moan. 

He looks at you unimpressed, the knife threateningly pressing into your skin, “I guess you didn’t hear me, who’s the leak?” 

You smirk up at him, “I guess you didn’t hear me,” you retort, “I don’t know.”

“Perhaps you’re not taking me seriously enough,” he begins walking somewhere into the room and you hear a drawer open, the small clink of him placing the knife down. You focus intensely on whatever he’s doing, your heart racing at the thought of what he could come up with next... 

The idea had been somewhat yours, trying to think of ways to spice up things in the bedroom; you’d read about role playing on the internet and you proposed the idea to Duncan who’d looked disinterested at the time...until he surprised you with this. He’d caught you as you were leaving the office, covering your mouth with his hand and forcing you into his car. He had bound and gagged you, stroking your face gently and kissing your nose, whispering the safe word in your ear which is when you understood exactly what was going on. 

His steps come back to you, and you feel a cold metal at the edge of your jaw, the black tip of a gun coming in sight and you let out a small gasp, “Duncan!” You look up at him with wide eyes, and he grins darkly. 

“Perhaps this will persuade you to talk, hm?” and you shiver at his words. The gun traces your lips and you open your mouth, taking the tip inside. The taste of metallic hits you and you moan, tracing the side of the muzzle with the tip of your tongue, spit dripping from the edges of your mouth. 

You can hear Duncan groan from beside you and he steps into your view, as he slowly pushes the gun in and out, “You’re a little slut, aren’t you? I’ve been going this entirely the wrong way,” He pulls the gun out from your mouth and sets it down, unbuckling his belt. 

The throbbing of your cunt has become too much and you can only squeeze your thighs together, letting out a feeble whine as Duncan pulls his cock out and your mouth waters even more. He’s so swollen and thick, precum dripping from the tip and you instinctively lean forward to take him into your mouth. 

He laughs at your eagerness and slaps your cheek roughly, before grabbing your face and shoving his cock into your mouth, making you gag slightly. 

“When I’m done with you, you’ll fucking talk,” he growls, fucking your throat, lewd sounds filling the room. 

******

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[emmyrosee]

I know you just did one of my asks, Which was Amazing. But how about one where Deadpool comes over to the house because Axel drew the short straw or something. Anyway Duncan doesn't like him one bit and Axel just finds him Annoying. However the reader and him become like BFFs and Duncan and Axel get jealous or Something. IDK though. Take your time writing this, you don't even have to write it. Anyway Love your Writing

honey, my soul thrives on this stuff and I’m glad you’ve been enjoying them😫 this is therapeutic to me, I’m not even kidding.

——-

You know that vine with the kid that’s like “WHATS UP FUCKERS!”? Yeah. That’s basically Deadpool walking in for Saturday Night dinner. Axel begged and pleaded the other X-Force members to take him for the night because he just didn’t want DP to upset Duncan and in turn kick Axel out, but the closest he could get was Domino offering to take you out to lunch and to get manicures or something.

Leaving Axel with nothing but a silent prayer that DP wouldn’t be a complete and totally douche-canoe. But of course, he walked into the house with a bottle of Jack and a few choice words about Duncan’s decor.

(“I already hate him,” Duncan growled at Axel as DP waltzed in, already looking for shot glasses.

“Yeah?” Axel snapped back, taking the bottle from Duncan. “Give him thirty minutes, you’ll wish you were dead.”)

But the minute you walk down the stairs? It’s like a pin could drop. Duncan’s hard, Axel is praying that DP says quiet in the kitchen and doesn’t-

“Damn!” He whistles, coming back into the living room. “How you doin?”

You laughed, and Duncan actually felt a vein throb in his head. “You must be Wade,” you say with a genuine smile.

Through the night, you two became absolutely inseparable. Every time DP made you laugh- like, really laugh- Axel’s knuckles turned whiter from the fist he was making. This was not part of the plan.

(“Is this how you felt the first time you met me?” Axel grumbled as he and Duncan began to prepare Dinner.

Duncan shrugged, “like my girlfriend bringing home a fucking puppy and begging me to keep it, and I let her because I can’t fucking say no to her?” He asked, looking at Axel.

Axel nodded, handing Duncan a plate of cheese and crackers, “that’s actually really accurate.”

“Yeah,” Duncan scoffed. “Imagine her doing this cute little ‘please daddy?’ again. To you. For him. You’d cave too.”)

There was just something about DP that just made you giddy, laughing hard and unable to stop smiling at him. He constantly would roast Axel about anything and everything under the sun, and Duncan about the interesting life of dating you and your little dog, too.

Duncan has a tension migraine just from the rage that began to build, because he’s been through this before with Axel, but at least axel had the nerve to suggest they all date, rather than DP just making you cry from laughing so hard.

And Axel? He was going to have to change his name, number and height because he was NEVER. HAVING. DEADPOOL. OVER. AGAIN.

After exchanging numbers (much to Duncan and Axel’s dismay) DP finally leaves, taking his sweet time saying good bye to you.

“He seems like such a doll!” You gush, locking the door behind him. Axel and Duncan both held the same expression of “mcscuse me bitch?” as they stared at you. Your expression dropped at theirs, “what’s wrong?”

They looked at each other before grabbing your hands and pulling you down the hall to Axel’s bedroom, where they finally could release all that anger and tension and remind you just who you belonged too ;)

[dyns33]

Serial Killer Duncan Shepherd (3/3)

(It’s very very long, sorry) 

- Although he was not the most dangerous man in the world, Duncan Shepherd was placed on the list of the ten most wanted people on the FBI website.

- This was justified by the fact that he was smart, with a lot of money that allowed him to hide anywhere, and that even if he had started to kill to protect the secrets of his family, he took a liking in that and could start again if he felt the need, or the desire.

- For five months, the FBI received hundreds of calls from witnesses, who claimed to have seen him in Brazil, Australia, London... All tracks were dead ends and Shepherd was not found.

- Meanwhile, (Y / N) was very annoyed

- A bit because she was fired from the FBI after a blunder with a suspect, Kai Anderson, who she had killed without justification. Even if the evidence they had found afterwards proved that he was guilty, she was not allowed to shoot him in the head, only because she was certain that the prison would not be able to contain him, the guy being smart enough to escape the death penalty.

- A lot because she was pregnant

- The signs had been obvious now that she was thinking about it, morning sickness, migraines, fatigue, but she had not seen anything, thinking she was just sick. To tell the truth, she was probably in denial because the only person who could have made her pregnant was Duncan Shepherd and she could not accept it

- When she finally understood what was happening, it was too late to abort

- Then (Y / N) did her best to hide her condition from everyone, her colleagues, her bosses, her neighbours, to avoid embarrassing questions. Being fired might not be such a bad thing because she did not know how to take several months off without being able to give a valid reason.

- Besides, she did not know what to do with the baby after giving birth. Thinking about what had happened to this child's father, whose mother, a cleaning lady, had sold her son to her boss, (Y / N) did not really want to do the same thing. But she was not sure she could be a mother. Not to mention the fateful moment when they will want to know where "dad" was.

- "Your father is a serial killer, with whom I have a very unhealthy relationship, because I want to stop him to put him in jail because of his crimes, but I can not help it,  I like him."

- Duncan always sent her letters and gifts, which she had hidden from the FBI because of some intimate details. He had to do it on purpose, to force her to keep his presents and thus to remember him even if he would not come back, little asshole.

- If he knew that she just needed to put her hand on her stomach to think of him...

- It was also necessary to find a way so that he did not learn that she was pregnant, otherwise he would run back to America and it would be terrible. For him, because he might be arrested. For her, because if he were captured, she would be tempted to go see him and introduce him to his child. And, on the contrary, if he came to her and offered to go with him...

- Four more months to think, (Y / N) was trying not to be too stressed because of all that. In any case, there was no reason for him to learn it one day.

 ****

James Patrick March had worked with the Shepherds for years before being sent to prison. If the police had done their job well, he would probably have been entitled to the electric chair for all the crimes he had committed, but he had simply been arrested for embezzlement, tax evasion and breach of trust.

- All because of Duncan Shepherd

- They had been "friends", James feeling the same darkness as him in the young man, they had spent a lot of time together, sometimes very intimately and, even if March had difficulty to recognize it, he had fallen a little under the charm of this playboy, lowering his guard

- The proposal he had made to work with his uncle was interesting, although some details did not seem very legal. It was not a problem for James who already had a lot of crimes to his credit

- He should have been wary, he should not have lost himself in those blue eyes and that angelic smile

- Because Duncan had used him as a scapegoat, blaming him when the police investigated the Shepherd's case and James had no way to prove his innocence

- Especially since the young Shepherd was smart, James could only admire him for that

- One look at his hotel and he knew what it was serving for, why it was so big, the reason that some corridors seemed to lead nowhere

- Before the police took him, Duncan approached him, whispering in his ear

- "Confess everything and I'll let you out earlier. Denounce my uncle and the FBI will search the basement of your hotel."

- Clever boy. James had therefore said nothing, accepting his sentence of ten years in prison. He was released after seven, for good behaviour. And also with the help of a lawyer, paid by an anonymous source.

- Even on the run, hidden God knew where in the world, Duncan had kept his promise

- It was a big mistake. Because even though he admired him for everything he had done, the way he had fooled him, but also how he had fooled everyone by hiding his murders and his escape from the asylum and then the country, James Patrick March did not like being taken for an idiot. He did not like losing.

- During those seven years behind bars, he had thought long and hard about revenge, but they were all ruined now that he was out

- He had thought of attacking Bill and Annette, but their relationship with Duncan had almost become totally non-existent. His biological mother ? Duncan did not know her. His career ? Since he was arrested for murder, his professional life was empty. Same for his popularity. James could not get his money, even the FBI did not succeed. And it was impossible to hurt him directly, since he had disappeared. So James was not happy when he came out of jail

- Until, in consulting the FBI files, he discovered Shepherd's obsession with the agent who was responsible for his arrest, (Y / N) (Y/L/N). He had written to her a lot of letters from his cage, and it was to save her that he had gone out, while it was clear that he could have done it anytime, if he had felt like it.

- If this girl was in danger, then maybe Duncan would fly to her rescue ? It would be easy since she was no longer working at the FBI, she was living alone, she had no reason to be on her guard. We just had to make sure that Shepherd would learn the news from where he was and that he decided to get out of hiding

****

- The best place to hide, when you had enough money, talent and charm for it, was in the big cities, in the sight of all, because the fools of the FBI were looking mainly in small villages, in poor countries. Out of the question for Duncan Shepherd, who loved luxury and abundance. He did not need to kill anyone, for the moment

- After spending a month in France, a month in Spain, a month in England, a month in Greece, he had now made his home in Italy, in Florence, a beautiful city where he had fun going to the most beautiful shops, the most expensive ones, to find the next gifts for her dear (Y / N)

- He had learned through his contacts that she had been fired from the FBI for some totally stupid reason. Kai Anderson deserved to die, it was a real danger to America, maybe even the whole world, and she should have received a medal for her action. Duncan was looking for a way to repair this injustice, by buying her a necklace worthy of her bravery

- It was a shame that she was so straight, so attached to justice, because otherwise he would have offered to run away with him. He had hesitated to bring her by force, but he knew she would not have been happy

- Each of his letters gave her the opportunity to change her mind, to join him. A sign of her, his contacts would warn him and she would be with him in the day

- Duncan did not know if he would rather she continue to resist him, or if he wanted her to give up, after all this time. Their game had been a lot of fun, but he missed her a lot and now wanted to own her completely. He had always been a jealous man, who did not like anyone to touch his toys.

- So when Seth told him that his tender (Y / N) had been kidnapped by James Patrick March, he was furious. Another piece of information came to him, which enraged him even more

- She was pregnant

- Pregnant !

- March had contacted Seth to warn him, sending him several photos, including an ultrasound

- How was that possible ? He had watched that (Y / N) had no intimate relationship, not even one-night stands, never. She was his ! If anyone had dared to touch her, that idiot would be dead. If she had dared to let someone take her, she would have been punished.

- This information made him hesitate to go help her, he felt betrayed. Since the night he was arrested, she had been the only woman who occupied his thoughts. Of course, he had flirted with several sluts during his flight to get services, but they had never gotten anything from him. (Y / N) was the only one.

- Fortunately Duncan Shepherd was good with numbers. When Seth told him that she was five months pregnant, he quickly did the math and realized that he had been silly and slanderous. The child was his, no doubt.

- Because of the urgency of the situation, he controlled himself to not have a panic attack at the thought of becoming a father, before being in his private jet, towards the Cortez. He had never thought of having children. Before, his work took all his time, and now his life was not stable enough to raise a baby. Yet a part of him, no doubt the part that the doctors had described as crazy, was happy, imagining a big house, with (Y / N) and their child. If she agreed. His poor darling, it had been hard for her all this time. Soon he would take care of everything, as he had promised to do if she was a good girl

- But before dreaming of their future, he still had to save her

*****

- "Welcome to my torture chamber, I do not think I've ever brought a pregnant woman here, but I could be wrong. Some were fat, others probably early in pregnancy, you never know."

- Some would start to wonder how (Y / N) had managed to enter the FBI if she was so easily kidnapped by bastards. This time she had an excuse, the baby had tired her and she was taking a nap on her couch when hooded henchmen of this madman had burst home to take her

- She first wanted to explain to this guy, this March, that Duncan was not coming, that he had clearly told her that he was leaving forever, but that meant signing her death warrant. He wanted Shepherd and if she was not useful, he was probably not going to let her go alive.

- Henceforth it was necessary to pray for her to be mistaken, and that the egoistic bastard who had engrossed her come again to her help, like a knight

- "The time he has the information and he arrives on the territory should not take more than ten hours. Then, after this time, for each hour of waiting, I will cut you a finger. When you do not have any, I'll find something... for your dear baby. "

- If she did not make a mistake, it must have been seven hours since he captured her, so she had to find a way to escape before her remaining 180 minutes were up. Maybe talk to him, trying to make him feel something like compassion, telling him that she did not want to see Duncan. Good idea, show him that they were on the same side

- "I do not know why you want to see him, it does not concern me, but it's not my case. This man is a sore, he has made my life a nightmare and I really want to forget him. "

- "Oh, it's touching. Pity that all the letters and the beautiful gifts that you have preciously kept prove the opposite. As well as ... what's in your belly. It's his, right ? I would never have thought that a narcissist like him would have a child one day. He had a big mirror at his place, in his room, I imagine he was looking at himself when he was fucking, so becoming a father... That said he should be delighted to have a miniature version of himself that he can model in his own image, guide on the path of crime... "

- "Never !" yelled (Y / N) struggling

- "Knowing him as I know him, he would be ready to snatch this little thing directly from your stomach if it serves his interests. You were fun for a while, but that ? Shepherd would have a little doll forever. I must thank you, I never thought I could hurt him, but this baby is a gift from heaven ! When he will see the fetus, next to your lifeless body, he will not bear it."

- "He will not care, he does not even know I'm pregnant."

- "Oh, but I hurried to warn the lucky future daddy ! Another good reason to come here."

- "He will have no reaction." she sobbed, imagining Duncan's expressionless face, totally unmoved by her body and their child's. "You said it, I was just a game. He could make other kids, so... your plan is stupid."

- March considered what she had just said. Maybe he was obsessed with her and amused by her a lot, but that did not mean that Duncan really cared about her as he did about his family. If he would come, it would be mainly because, like James, he did not when people touched what was his when he had clearly posted his mark. But he would find another toy, another womb.

- "Well, you're probably right. So I do not see the point of keeping you alive if your pain and death do not affect him, at least you will have served to bring him here."

- (Y / N) screamed when March planted a blade in her right thigh. The sadist had decided to take his time, since Duncan would not be here before three o'clock. He explained to her with a calm and icy tone, without losing his smile, that he was going to plant several knives in her body, finishing with her belly, before letting her draining of her blood.

- While he was going to plant the second blade, he was interrupted by a henchman, who entered to give him a phone. March suddenly became very pale. Shepherd's private jet had arrived and the owner was nowhere to be found. The killer tried to reassure himself, saying that the airport was far away, and that in any case he had no way to enter the hotel. While giving orders, he removed the knife from the leg of (Y / N), who cried.

- The blood ran abundantly, she was cold and she began to feel weak. And that was only the first notch

- She turned a supplicating look towards the henchman, always hooded, hoping he would have pity on her, if he had children or at least a heart

- Blue eyes met hers, before giving her a wink

- No. How ? (Y / N) saw him catching March from behind, clutching his neck, when he hung up, before fainting.

****

- She had to admit, Duncan was a resourceful man, not just because of his money. How can he explain that he managed to bring her back to her apartment, in the state she was in, without alerting anyone ?

- From her room, where she lay on her bed, her leg bandaged, she could hear the sounds of the television. The journalist explained that a massacre had taken place at the Cortez hotel, where men had been found dead, including the owner, James Patrick March. What worried the investigators was that the method used to kill him was like Duncan Shepherd's, an internationally wanted criminal. But it was impossible, since he had left the country, no ?

- Her attempt to get up was a failure, she wailed, which attracted the attention of Duncan, who came to sit near her

- "Do not move kitten, the wound is deep. I managed to stop the bleeding, but it would be better if you saw a doctor quickly."

- (Y / N) then noticed that she was no longer wearing her clothes, but a silk kimono, one of the gifts he had sent her. He had also washed her with one of the flasks that came from France, she could smelled it. Her body shuddered when he put his hand on her stomach, but she was too weak to push him away.

- "Hi junior. Your mother is sweet, but not very cautious. Or she likes to be the damsel in distress from time to time, to relax after a hard day at the FBI. In any case, I often have to come and get her."

- "Fuck you."

- "You are not in a state for that. And do not speak like that in front of the baby."

- So March was right, it interested him to be a father, or at least to have a new toy that he could fashion as he pleased. She was not going to let him. In desperation, she stood up painfully, trying to catch his neck and strangle him, ignoring the pain in her leg. He was quicker than her, catching her grips, avoiding the whim she wanted to give him.

"No, no, honey, you're not reasonable, you're going to hurt yourself. Damn it, look, you've reopened your wound."

- "You will not take my baby !" she sobbed. "You will not make them a murderer like you, you'll have to kill me for that !"

- She then stopped fighting, to put her head against his chest and cry. Duncan froze for a few minutes before stroking her back.

- "I do not want them to become like me." he murmured. "I'm a sorry excuse for the human species. It's true that I have a lot of fun but... I'm alone, I'm not happy, I do not think I've ever been since I was born. Except with you. I felt normal with you, when you treated me like a shabby in the office, and then when you fled after discovering my crimes. Unlike all the others, you did not pity me for what happened to me. I love that. Even with your feelings for me, you continue to be honest and right, so I'll give you a choice. "

- No, she did not want to hear that

- "I'll give you a phone."

- No

- "You can call the police. I will not run away, I will let them take me. I just ask you to not talk about me to our child. Tell them I'm dead, because nobody deserves to grow up with a father in an asylum. I know what it's like to grow up without a dad, but I think it's worse."

- No

- "You can also come with me. We'll go wherever you want, I have enough money to go everywhere, I have a lot of false identities. It's not necessary, but I could find a job, or you if you want, and we will have a nice family. I will not kill anyone if it is not necessary, I have not thought of  murder someone since you. Well, I thought about killing you, often, at first. Just you. And besides Leather face, March and his men, I've become a good citizen... on the run. If you come with me, I'll be the best husband and father in the world. "

- Duncan did not give her time to answer, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket to put it on the bedside table, before going out, leaving her alone.

- By reflex, she grabbed the phone and started dialling the number of her former boss of the FBI but she stopped

- (Y / N) did not want to make a decision. She had an unhealthy attraction for Duncan, who had committed several murders and had to be punished for it. But she also knew that she could not live without him, it was impossible, they were bound forever now. When he would be locked up, she would start fighting against herself again so that she would not visit him. She should lie to her child. She would not receive any more letters, since he would have to pretend that he is dead. If he did not kill anymore, he was no longer a threat to society...

- She jumped when Duncan knocked on the door, returning with bandages

- "Take your time, act like I'm not here, unless...  you choose ?"

- His frightened blue eyes didn't dared to rest on her, focusing on her wound. He just glanced at the phone she was holding

- "... no death, no crime, nothing illegal, just the money you managed to hide. Even if that is not very..."

- Her sentence was cut off by his mouth, which pressed violently on hers. It must have meant that he accepted all her conditions.

- "I give, you flee." he murmured against her lips. "Then I give and you take. And now you give me and I take everything."

- Saying that, he caressed her cheek, but also her stomach. (Y / N) had a thought for the child, whose life would never be normal anymore. But it would not have been normal anyway. At least they would have two parents, a bit odd, a bit crazy, who seemed to be suspicious of the police officers they were meeting, but who loved them more than anything.

- As she had no family and few friends, people took time to notice the disappearance of (Y / N)

- At the same time, in a big house, in the south of France, near the sea, she gave birth to a little boy, whom Duncan took in his arms as if it was the most fragile and the most precious thing of the world. To take life had been a way out for him. Giving life was a revelation, a radical change. He begged (Y / N) to make at least two more children

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