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so-langdon · 6 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Give me a chance,” Duncan says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Trust me. Just one chance.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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zodiyack · 5 years ago

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It’s A Date

Requested by anon: Please!! Write that cute ask of Cody and the reader being on a failed date!! 😂 That sounds so cute!!

Pairing: Cody Fern x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, shy/possibly ooc!Cody, awkward tensions, me not proofreading

Words: 847

Summary: (See ask linked!)

Note: I’m aware some people dress fancy n stuff for dates, but this specific request/ask is for a more casually dressed reader. Just wanted to clarify. Also, this probably sucks, can’t confirm nor deny that so...enjoy!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee

Masterlist | Cody Fern Masterlist

“Hello, my name is Sara, I’ll be your waitress today. I’ll take your order whenever you’re ready.”

Y/n nodded and smiled politely, but couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She didn’t really have an interest in restaurants like such, but it wasn’t her choice in the first place. Matching with a hot dude on tinder was the cause of this night.

She wanted a simple date. The guy looked nice, and when they began talking over dms, he seemed nicer. Cody and Y/n met up and walked to the restaurant together, learning a lot about each other on the way, their interests in each other growing stronger with each word.

However, she didn’t think it’d be this fancy. She felt majorly underdressed; everyone in nicer clothing, even Cody wore an expensive looking outfit, not overly fancy yet not something you’d wear on a casual date. Y/n, on the other hand, dressed like she would any other date.

A modest choice of clothing that was in her both preference and price ranges. Cody told her she looked beautiful, which did make her smile, but that smile fell quickly when they entered the place.

Sara took their orders and walked off to drop them off in the kitchen and later return with their food. While they were waiting, Cody thought it’d be kind if he checked on Y/n, make sure she was having a good time.

“Are you alright? ...Not that you look- er- seem bad or anything.” He felt a small bit of cringe directed towards himself when he heard the words come from his mouth, the unnecessary addition probably making Y/n’s opinion worsen.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Cody’s inner thoughts yelled at him to stop talking, but the words were spewing out faster than he could stop them.

“Yep.”

The silence was awkward, an equally as painful tension floating over the two. Although they were beginning to grow bored, they knew the dos and don’ts of dating; especially the rule about staying off your phone. So instead of scrolling through photos, texting friends, or really doing anything to pass the time, they sat in the silence even longer.

Y/n practically screamed a billion thanks to whatever god existed when the waitress returned with their food. They ate in a similar silence, this time with small comments about the food. Whilst they both seemed to love it, Y/n didn’t exactly feel comfortable, or even deserving of the food.

It didn’t help that she was sure she had been feeling eyes on her since she’d arrived, purely for her differences. She couldn’t blame them; a person dressed nowhere near as elegantly as everyone else, hair that wasn’t styled by a hairdresser for forty hours, a nearly makeup-less face- she stood out like a sore thumb.

Then came the paying part. The bill was the most expensive Y/n had seen, and if they were to each pay half, she’d probably be in debt. She looked at Cody with a sorry expression. “I can’t afford this-”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry.” He chuckled softly, not phased at all by the amount of money he was going to spend.

Y/n differed from him in that sense; she’d probably have a heart-attack if she had to pay for all of that herself- no, forget her having a heart-attack, her bank would be the one having a heart-attack.

Once everything was paid for, they were preparing to exit. Y/n was already ahead of Cody, rushing outside for a second of fresh air. The restaurant wasn’t stuffy or lacking in oxygen, it just made her feel suffocated. He followed after her, sincerely panicked.

“Are you alright? Did something happen? Do you need to pu-”

“No. I’m...I’m fine.”

“That’s pretty much all you’ve said tonight.” Cody tried to push away the awkwardness with some lighthearted humor but felt the mood grow worse. “You’ve hardly spoken all night. Did I do something wrong?”

“It’s just...” Y/n breathed slowly. She had to be honest if she wanted another date. “I’m not used to- to this. A fancy restaurant, an expensive dinner, luxurious outfits. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Shit...” His smile dropped and his heart pounded with a panic. In his opinion, he’d fucked up beyond repair. And to make matters worse, he genuinely like Y/n. Even though it was their first physical date, they’d had many conversations via text and he felt like he was falling for her.

She observed his change in behavior. The absence of a cheery, romantic, Australian accent popping jokes and compliments was hard to miss.

“Next time, maybe we can go somewhere better, some place I like to call; my couch. We can stuff our faces full of pizza and watch some cheesy romance movies. Perhaps The Notebook, or Grease? It’s up for debate.”

“Next time?” The blond perked up, infamous grin back right where it belonged. “Yeah, I like it. Shall we say...Next weekend, seven o’clock?”

“Make it five. Don’t forget any snacks of choice. I’ll see you then.” She kissed his cheek and started on the journey to her car, fighting, and failing, the smile that graced her lips from widening as Cody called out to her one more time before they parted ways;

“It’s a date!”

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blakescoven · 5 years ago

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11 with Xavier 🥺 plz!

11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile

A/N: cant believe I actually wrote something after MONTHS. This is trash I’m sorry :( and things got out of hand because it’s about 2k words oops, but thank you for the ask darling, I had fun🖤 (Despite my proofreading there might be grammar mistakes because of my italian illiterate ass, so please be nice)

Warnings: they’re ghosts here, but honestly just dumb jokes, fluff and a heated moment but if you blink you’ll miss it haha

It’s one of those mornings. One of those mornings when the sunlight peaks through the window waking you up. But why even bother sleeping when you’re dead? Well, call it a habit, call it boredom, call it not wanting to let go that crumb of routine which, as much as possible, allows you to keep holding on to whatever is the shred of humanity left within you; like a fading flame that, for some reason, is still burning. Or at least this is the only way to not dissociate from reality and preserve your sanity.

Based on the amount of light, it must be almost 9 am.

Before even opening your eyes, you already know that he isn’t there. It’s when you turn to the other side of the bed that you get the confirmation; he’s not beside you, just crumpled sheets cold to the touch.

It's one of those mornings you perfectly know where he went. As much as he may not want to admit it, Xavier is pretty predictable.

Halloween has just slipped by, and all of you however-reluctant-residents of Camp Redwood spent 24 hours of complete freedom from that hellmouth, that place which does nothing but constantly remind you of that life that none of the souls stuck there had the chance to live. 24 hours to do ‘whatever the hell you want’. On this occasion, you guys are used to split up and part from each other; it has become a sort of established practice not talking about what you did on those hours, a somewhat “private full-day experience” that you all have this silent agreement to not share.

But then there was Montana being Montana, who enthusiastically bragged about how many frat guys and girls she hooked up with and then mercilessly killed at those wild college gatherings, despite your well-known disappointment on killing innocent people in cold blood. But actually, you’re almost a hundred percent certain that she and Trevor annually spent that day together, doing crazy things and partying all night long. For the first few years, after becoming aware that all the trapped souls are somehow unbound from the invisible restraints and free to step outside the borders of the ‘slaughter camp’, acclimatizing to the evolution and changing of times has been particularly challenging.

You were the one of the gang that for years had used those 24 hours to find a way to set you spirits free from redwood, once and for all. You talked to mediums and psychics, charlatans, coming close to obsession; it has been Xavier who persuaded you to let go, begging to just give up.

“Xav, there must be a way out of this, a loophole…something that could release our souls and let us move on, I-”

“Babe stop, we tried hard enough, but that's just the way it is…and then at least there’s a bright side,” he claimed with a faint smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“And what on earth can that be?” you sighed.

“We've got all eternity to be together.”

He’s always been your rock. A hotshot and a dork too, but still. You wouldn’t want anybody else by your side for the rest of your non-life.

So, from that moment, once a year, you and Xavier chose to make the most of your ‘day off’ going on dates, like normal couples do. For over three decades.

Then, as they say, the sun comes up and reality sets in.

And every time, without skipping a year, having to go back to the camp and dealing with that dreadful reality killed Xavier’s mood drastically. His aching heart led him to want to pass the day after in complete isolation, lost in his thoughts, grieving about what he has lost.

“I need to be alone for a while, Y/N” he used to mumble with a shrug, his usual confidence gone all at once, “This ‘let’s play humans’ thing was a mistake.”

And every single year you let him walk away, respecting what has now become a sort of ritual, of cathartic moment. Year after year seeing all those people living their lives, achieving their dreams, having a purpose, or just solely breathing was too much for Xavier. Realizing that he won’t ever have anything of this. For this reason, you always gave him space. But not today. You’ve always felt powerless; all you want is finding a way to let your boyfriend know that, as he had said decades ago, ‘it’s time to move on and accept your new reality’. No more sorrow. If there’s something you know is how to cheer up your favorite aerobics instructor.

On this November 1st of what should be 2020, Xavier is, as well as the last twenty years, sitting on the dock by the lake and staring off into space, surrounded by a disturbing silence.

“Boo” you seductively whispered in the shell of his ear, appearing out of nowhere kneeled behind him.

“Nice try,” he replies sarcastically, albeit his tone was rather emotionless, plain. “…but I can tell when you’re around.” He doesn’t even turn, totally unimpressed by your weak attempt of scaring him.

“Lame” you smirk, suddenly getting up, “Thought you could use some company, tough boy.”

You can’t see his face but you’re sure he is rolling his eyes now. He just sighs. Oh, and do you love his drama queen manners.

Without a real invitation to join him, you sit down again, this time right next to him, swinging your legs off the dock. You stare at the same direction he’s looking at, nervously tapping your fingers on the hard-wooden planks to the beat of an 80’s song.

“So,” you casually begin, though he seems pretty lost in his own thoughts, “Why don’t we skinny dip? I bet that could wash away that sad face.” you grin, biting your lip.

You’ve never been this cheeky before, but what’s wrong in testing the waters?! Honestly, you’re not even sure he is actually paying attention to what you’re saying; you feel almost lucky he acknowledged your presence. You sure as hell won’t budge or back off this time, you won’t indulge his annual pity party. This time you are more than determined to make your boyfriend feel better, even unleashing your secret anti-sadness weapon.

Evidently caught off guard from this unusual boldness, Xavier lifts his head and turns to you with a surprised look on his face, but frowning at the same time.

Damn it, how can he be so attractive even when he furrows his brows like that?

Right now, the glare of sunlight on the water is perfectly reflecting off his sharp features, and, in this one moment, it’s like everything else falls away, and it’s just the two of you. Nothing else matters but him. Just a few seconds and you’re positive you’re going to forget the reason why you are there in the first place.

It’s the soft sound of his voice that brings you back to reality.

“I’m not sad.”

You shoot him a spare-me-that-bullshit-glance, that doesn’t go unnoticed, since he immediately emphasizes what he said in an attempt to make it sound more convincing, a few octaves higher.

“I’m not sad, Y/N!”

Very well Xav, time to bring out the big guns then.

With what you think is the most serious and straight expression your face can make in that moment, you tenderly place a hand on this cheek, which results in his brows furrowing even more, as if he’s silently questioning your sudden change of demeanor. He’s already preparing to get your lecture when instead you come up with:

“Do you know why ghosts are terrible liars?”

With a combo of a dramatic pause and a poker face, you bite the inside of your cheek noting his confused and puzzled look, “You can see right through them.”

Xavier’s blue eyes suddenly widen, shocked by your brainless joke that you’re certain he wasn’t expecting. You remain silent and he looks at you with his mouth slightly open, completely speechless.

“No way, no no no,” his eyebrows raised even further, “You didn’t say what you’ve just said.” and despite his apparent grimace, he lets out a loud laugh he really can’t hold back.

“Any chance to unhear this cringe-worthy joke?”

“Oh stop, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Are you kidding me?” he dramatically snorts. Theatrical might be the right word to describe the way your boyfriend always reacts when he’s at a loss of words.

“If you were searching for a non-physical way to kill me, you just found it.” he puts a hand on his forehead.

“Then why are you laughing, blondie?” you tease him.

“Because you’re the worst comedian ever, baby.”

Yeah? A bulb glows on your head.

“I disagree. Now tell me, what do you call a ghost-comedian?”

“Don’t you dare.” he warns

“DEAD-FUNNY” you scream back, then bursting into laughter.

It starts as a chuckle, but soon Xavier can’t help but mirror your reaction, cracking up himself.

It’s a laughter that fills his lungs, so hard that it takes his breath away, loud yet so warm and pleasant. The lack of oxygen doesn’t matter. All the distress of the past few days melts; as long as you two stay together, the tension is relieved.

“Jeez, you’re lucky you’re the love of my life,” he lightly shakes his head, “...otherwise I would run away from you as fast as I can.” he lies, lightly bumping your shoulder.

Fixing quite unconsciously his signature bleached hair, always perfectly styled, has been his tic for ages. The first time you noticed it was when he nervously tried to divert attention from his blushing, finally bent on making a move on you. You two were friends, but head over the heels for each other.

He smiles at himself; even the thought alone of spending the eternity in that purgatory without you is inconceivable.

“Why don’t you write a book with all these bad jokes?!” he mocks you.

“Only with you as a ghostwriter!” and proud of your quick-but-cheap pun, you put on a massive shit-eating grin on your face.

“Are you fucking with me, Y/N?” Xavier smiles at you lovingly, pinching your side that he knows is a ticklish-weak-spot.

Your body twitches to escape his hold and push his hands away, but when you grab his wrists something shifts inside you. Are your eyes clouded with…is it lust? You’re not sure what it is, but you give him a little smirk, and, much to Xavier’s surprise, you straddle him placing your hands on his toned chest.

“Not yet, babe…unless it is what you want.”

“God Y/N, you suck at flirting” he claims but the groan that slips out means he can’t hide his arousal as much as he would.

“Teach me, then. Still got the moves?” you slightly shift, making sure to adjust your position with a slow grind against his half-boner. He hisses and lets out a little moan in response.

“Very well, but I think we should work on your flexibility first.”

What follows is a series of slow open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and love bites on his neck. You will never get tired of this, not even in a million years.

“Hey, Romeo and Ghouliet! Stop fucking your brains out and get over here…we have a sort of guest.” Chet screams from the lakeshore.

“We are not!” You both manage to say, reluctantly interrupting your heated kiss.

“I’m dead dears, not stupid.” the brunette winks.

Damn cockblocker.

“A guest?” Xavier questions, tilting his head and looking at you as if you know what Chet is talking about. You shrug and ask the athlete who this person is and what exactly they want.

“I think it’s about our…condition. Clairvoyance shit, I don’t know. Her name is Billie Dean Howard or something.” Chet explains, not sure either what all this is about.

Xavier is the first to get up, helping you do the same.

“Maybe she’s just a ghost-obsessed freak who wants to reopen the camp?!” you wonder out loud and tenderly link your hand with your boyfriend’s, ready to go.

“Yeah, maybe. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea, though.”

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ao3feed-midnightmass · 2 months ago

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Different Shades of Millin

by HouseFury_149 Oneshots of various characters in and outside the Grey's universe paired up with the one and only Jules Millin. Prompt 1- Jules/Mika. 3 times Jules shamelessly flirts with Mika and garners no response. 1 time it works even though she doesn't even try. Words: 1354, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy, Station 19 (TV), Reign (TV), Supergirl (TV 2015), Once Upon a Time (TV), The Haunting of Hill House (TV 2018), Midnight Mass (TV), How to Get Away with Murder, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, The Good Place (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV), New Amsterdam (TV 2018), Arrow (TV 2012), Community (TV), Orphan Black (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen Characters: Jules Millin Relationships: Jules Millin/Mika Yasuda, Benson "Blue" Kwan/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Jo Wilson, Jules Millin/Amelia Shepherd, Kai Bartley/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Maggie Pierce, Jules Millin/Amelia Shepherd/Monica Beltran, Jules Millin/Eleanor "Nell" Crain, Jules Millin/Daisy Johnson, Michaela Pratt/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Kara Danvers, Jules Millin/Sarah Gunning, Jules Millin/Luke Crain, Jules Millin/Matt Murdock, Jules Millin/Carina DeLuca/Maya Bishop, Jules Millin/Sansa Stark, Mary Stuart/Jules Millin, Lauren Bloom/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Karen Page, Jules Millin/Winston Ndugu, Jules Millin/Arizona Robbins, Jules Millin/Alex Karev, Jules Millin/Sara Lance/Nyssa Al Ghul, Jules Millin/Billy Russo, Jules Millin/Helen Sharpe/Max Goodwin, Jules Millin/Annie Edison, Jules Millin/Janet, Jules Millin/Regina Mills, Jules Millin/Chloe Yasuda, Jules Millin/Jessica Jones, Jules Millin/Delphine Cornier, Jules Millin/Cosima Niehaus, Jules Millin/Lena Luthor, Jules Millin/Jyn Erso, Jules Millin/Maggie Sawyer, Jules Millin/Rachel Duncan Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Crossover Pairings, Sexual Tension, Romantic Fluff, Unhealthy Relationships, Time Travel, Alternate Universe, One Shot Collection April 15, 2025 at 09:35AM Read it on Ao3 » https://archiveofourown.org/works/64724059 ✞ Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to let the author know you enjoyed their work ✞

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ao3feed-orphanblack · 2 months ago

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Different Shades of Millin

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/OizwE3d by HouseFury_149 Oneshots of various characters in and outside the Grey's universe paired up with the one and only Jules Millin. Prompt 1- Jules/Mika. 3 times Jules shamelessly flirts with Mika and garners no response. 1 time it works even though she doesn't even try. Words: 1354, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy, Station 19 (TV), Reign (TV), Supergirl (TV 2015), Once Upon a Time (TV), The Haunting of Hill House (TV 2018), Midnight Mass (TV), How to Get Away with Murder, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, The Good Place (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV), New Amsterdam (TV 2018), Arrow (TV 2012), Community (TV), Orphan Black (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen Characters: Jules Millin Relationships: Jules Millin/Mika Yasuda, Benson "Blue" Kwan/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Jo Wilson, Jules Millin/Amelia Shepherd, Kai Bartley/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Maggie Pierce, Jules Millin/Amelia Shepherd/Monica Beltran, Jules Millin/Eleanor "Nell" Crain, Jules Millin/Daisy Johnson, Michaela Pratt/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Kara Danvers, Jules Millin/Sarah Gunning, Jules Millin/Luke Crain, Jules Millin/Matt Murdock, Jules Millin/Carina DeLuca/Maya Bishop, Jules Millin/Sansa Stark, Mary Stuart/Jules Millin, Lauren Bloom/Jules Millin, Jules Millin/Karen Page, Jules Millin/Winston Ndugu, Jules Millin/Arizona Robbins, Jules Millin/Alex Karev, Jules Millin/Sara Lance/Nyssa Al Ghul, Jules Millin/Billy Russo, Jules Millin/Helen Sharpe/Max Goodwin, Jules Millin/Annie Edison, Jules Millin/Janet, Jules Millin/Regina Mills, Jules Millin/Chloe Yasuda, Jules Millin/Jessica Jones, Jules Millin/Delphine Cornier, Jules Millin/Cosima Niehaus, Jules Millin/Lena Luthor, Jules Millin/Jyn Erso, Jules Millin/Maggie Sawyer, Jules Millin/Rachel Duncan Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Crossover Pairings, Sexual Tension, Romantic Fluff, Unhealthy Relationships, Time Travel, Alternate Universe, One Shot Collection read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/OizwE3d

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sojovrn · 6 years ago

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dressing room // ml

summary: you get all hot and bothered watching michael play on stage and he intends to do something about that.

warnings: smut, swearing, choking, spanking, dirty talk, mama kink, daddy kink, degrading, dom!michael, sub!reader

word count: 1.2k

requested: no

pairing: rockstar!michael langdon x fem!reader

you don't know how you got here. it got fuzzy once michael got backstage shoved you in his dressing room.

now here you were, absolutely drenched bending over the black edge that was the black couch that sat in his dressing room.

"such a filthy slut, hm? got turned on watching daddy on stage?" he continued to tease and degrade you to the point of tears. but you begged for more. you always begged for more.

"please i need your cock. daddy please." a pleaded whisper was the only thing that escaped your mouth.

he'd been teasing you for what felt like hours. your legs wobbly and your ass on fire.

"patience, love. you'll get what you want. you always do." he said from behind you.

you let out a breath of relief you didn't know you were holding when you heard his black jeans hit the ground with a soft thud.

he chuckled at the soft 'oh god' that accidentally slipped from you lips when he teased his top through your folds.

your teeth sank into your bottom lip and you pushed your ass into him. you felt him place his hands on your hips when your eyes shot open at an idea that you've always fantasized about.

now was the time.

"wait wait wait. where's you belt?" you rushed.

michael slowly retreated from your body and grabbed his belt from the floor and handed it to you when he stood back behind you.

you wrapped the belt around your throat and looped it through the buckle to act as a leash. you turned your head to look at him and held the end of the belt at him.

"please." you whispered.

he let out a shaky breath and grabbed the end of the belt, "are you sure?"

you nodded your head immediately. he wrapped it around his hand. you groaned when he yanked on the belt.

"please fuck. i need your big fucking cock inside my pussy please." you pleaded when he still hadn't done anything.

he simply just bummed at your words and continued to tease and torture you.

you opened your mouth to beg him some more but the only thing that was heard was the shriek of surprise when he yanked on the belt and he finally slammed his cock inside you.

you closed your eyes to breath and take a minute to get used to him.

but michael had other things in mind because he immediately started ramming his hips into yours as fast as he could manage.

you moved your hands behind your back to press your hands against his stomach in hopes of slowing him down but he just chuckled at your failed attempts and grabbed both your wrists in his hand.

"isn't this what you wanted. wanted me to destroy this pussy? hm?" he whispered before dragging his teeth against your neck, leaving hickey's anywhere he could sink his teeth.

you open your mouth to respond to him before a scream crawled through the depths of your throat that you had been so desperately trying to hide so no one would hear you two.

he pulled on the belt until your head was leveled with his, "answer me, mama." he growled.

"yes, yes, yes. fuck oh my god. fuck don't stop please." you panted our through strangled gasps.

"wasn't planning to." he smiled into your skin.

'shit shit shit' you whispered under your breath when he angled his hips to slam into your sweet spot.

you furrowed your eyebrows and dropped your head. you sank your teeth so hard to bite down the screams that wanted to rip through your throat you started to taste the copper metallic taste of blood.

michael saw it and gripped your left leg to rest it on the back of the couch and pulled you up so your back collided with his chest.

"c'mon. wanna hear you, mama."

you shook your head, "no they'll know." you gasped when he tightened the belt around your throat just slightly.

"so let them. let them know who's destroying this pussy."

you shook your head again and it triggered something in him because he pushed your upper body back up against the couch. he grabbed the belt with his left hand instead and his right hand came down hard on your ass.

"don't wanna fuckin' listen. trust me mama, i'll make you." he whispered from behind you.

and if you thought his thrusts couldn't get any harder, boy were you so very very wrong.

he snapped his hips against yours at a very inhuman speed all while yanking on the belt around you neck to pull your small body into his thrusts.

he spanked you over and over and over until there was a bright red handprint in place of his hand, ignoring your pleas and cries for him to stop or slow down.

but no matter what you said, no matter what words left your lips, you never wanted him to stop. and he knew that oh so well.

your attempts of trying to hide your noises ultimately failed when you squeezed your eyes shut and an ear shattering scream filled the room.

he hummed in approval, "that's my girl."

you tightened your walls around his cock the more he whispered the filthiest shit he could think of in your ear.

"yes fu-ugh. mmp-h. it hurts daddy. yes!" your voice of course managing to crack immensely at the end.

"you want me to stop." he taunted already knowing very well what you're answer was going to be.

your frantically and immediately shook your head at his question, "no, no no. fuck don't stop. don't stop."

you couldn't see him but you could practically hear the smirk on his face along with the skin slapping and the wet noises coming from your pussy.

"mmm, can feel your pretty little tightening around me. y'gonna cum? gonna cum all over my cock like true good little cockslut you are?"

"mhmm." you hummed because coherent words refused to leave your mouth.

"use your fucking words." he groaned.

"yes, fuck im cumming. yesss. daddy fuck it's so good." you groaned when his right hand managed to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail to wrap around his hand to pull your head back against his chest.

"come on. cum. wanna feel that little cunt gush all over my cock." he bit his lip and sent you a teasing smile.

that was all that you needed to send your body tumbling over the edge. you closed your eyes and piercing screams, one after the other left your throat when you started to squirt all over his cock, his thighs and lower stomach.

"fuck." he whispered and his cum flooded your pussy like ribbon.

he panted and stopped his thrusts to catch his breath as he pulled out.

he unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor.

he picked you up, fully knowing you could walk, and set you on his lap on the couch.

"was i too rough?" he asked and you smiled and shook your head.

"never."

you groaned when you turned your head and saw in one of the mirrors the many hickey's that were scattered over your neck and collarbones.

"gonna take a lot to cover these up." you chuckled and he shook his head.

"don't. let them know who this body belongs to."

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certifiedmoth · 6 years ago

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Duncan cuddles. That's it that's the prompt

Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Anybody who knew Duncan Shepherd would not have taken him for the type to enjoy cuddling.

He was a cold and calculating man to the world.

But to you, he was different.

With you, he could let down his walls and be vulnerable, showing a completely different, tamer side to him that he actually didn’t know existed for most of his life. Not until he met you, at least.

His relationship with you changed him in more ways than one – it was something he would be eternally grateful for.

He craved your touch, needed your warmth… Depending on another person was odd for him, but he grew to rely on your love and comfort.

Cuddling, in a way, had become his favorite thing to do with you besides pushing you down on the bed or cornering you against the wall and having his way with you, of course.

The closeness he felt to you, as your body rest against his, comforted him beyond anything else.

It was something he could never get enough of.

Mornings with Duncan were always the sweetest, when you two would wake up before his alarm went off and melt into one another under the sheets. Still naked from your intimate adventures from the night before, he’d pull you close to his body. The warmth radiating from his chest, as he wrapped his strong arms around you, always made not drifting back to sleep nearly impossible.

He’d place small, tender kisses to your neck, taking his time as he traveled down your shoulder and arm; his large hand finding its resting place on your hip. He’d turn you on your back, admiring your peaceful expression as you fought to keep your eyes open, desperately not wanting to fall back asleep before he had to get up and get ready for work.

His lips would find their way to yours, placing the softest of kisses there, so light it felt as if you had imagined it. But there was no mistaking the rough graze of his stubble against your cheek, the burn so delicious and comforting it caused a sleepy smile to spread across your face; something that would make his heart flutter.

“I have to get up, angel…” he’d whisper, stroking your cheek gently as you took notice of how your legs were still tangled underneath the sheets.

The pout that adorned your face would make him feel a warmth that cascading from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. “Stay just a little longer?” your voice was heavy with sleep as your hands held him close to you, as if to say you weren’t ready for him to disappear just yet.

“Okay, five more minutes,” a happy sigh would leave his lips, as he settled next to you once again, wrapping his arms around your frame and placing small kisses to your hair.

As wonderful as mornings were, there was something about weekends and the unrestrained time you two had together that really set your heart ablaze. Your morning routine would be extended until nearly lunch time, the both of you not wanting to leave the comfort of each other’s bodies until absolutely necessary.

You would always make plans to go out, see the town, enjoy dinner at a lovely restaurant, but most of the time (you were afraid to admit), those plans were thrown away and instead replaced with the comforting familiarity of staying home, watching movies, ordering takeout, having lots of sex, and cuddling.

Life was sweetest when you didn’t have to share him with the world; it was something he would wholeheartedly agree with you on.

You were both a bit possessive like that – you didn’t like sharing what was yours.

Plus, cuddling on the couch with his arms wrapped securely around you was just so much better than going out and being around other people.

You could simply just be when it was you two. You didn’t have to worry about appearances or whether somebody would come up to Duncan asking about the Foundation. You could relax… truly relax. It was comfortable being in the arms of each other.

Weekends were always a nice little get away from the world, but as much as you wanted tostay in that little bubble with Duncan forever, work was still a thing that existed.

After cuddling you for a bit in the mornings, he’d leave to get some work done and you would do the same. You enjoyed your work but you enjoyed being with your lover more. That’s why the drive home was one of the most exciting parts ofyour day.

Walking through the front door of your shared apartment, you’d usually be greeted with a tired, but happy looking Duncan, usually just having gotten home himself.

“Hi baby… good day?” he’d ask, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you a bit longer than normal, breathing in your familiar scent.

You’d hum in response, finding comfort in his warmth and the way his cologne infiltrated your senses.

“I brought food home from that place on fifth, since I had a meeting over that way, I hope that sounds good to you,” he’d place a kiss to your forehead, finally letting go of you to make his way to the kitchen where the takeout boxes were. “How about you put a show on and I’ll bring over the food?” he’d wink at you, slapping you lightly on your ass before disappearing into the kitchen.

“Mindhunters?” you’d yell, crossing your legs on the couch and grabbing the remote.

“Sure, babe!” he’d yell back; the faint sound of Duncan cursing from dropping one of the utensils making you laugh.

“Hurry up, old man,” you’d look back at him balancing the boxes and plates in his hands.

“Shh, I’m only one year older than you. And, I’d watch that mouth of yours, littlegirl,” he’d wink, sitting down next to you, grabbing a plate for yourself and him before nuzzling close to your body.

It was the sweet domesticity of your everyday lives that made you both swoon when you thought of your relationship.

However, life wasn’t always a walk in the park.

There were times when you were upset and needed a little extra comfort… A dear friend losing interest in you, your boss giving your coworker the promotion you had worked so hard for, or simply your mood shifting suddenly while you were on your period.

Regardless of the reason, he always there for whatever you needed.

It was actually quite amazing how well he could read you; it was truly scary at times. He’d be able to tell that something was wrong just from a quick glance your way, but overall, it was something you had grown to be appreciative of.

Sometimes he didn’t know the right thing to say or exactly how to fix whatever you were going through. But what he could do was convey just how loved you were through his touch.

He would come up behind you, lacing his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and holding you close to him while he placed small kisses to your neck.

“What can I do, angel? How can I help you? Do you want to talk about it or...?” He’d trail off, moving his head and noticing your somber expression.

With your head shaking slightly, you’d whisper, “No, just hold me, please…”

He’d place his lips against your skin again, kissing you lightly and squeezing his arms around you a bit tighter. “I can do that,” he’d whisper, his words a bit muffled as he continued placing kisses to your neck and reassuring you that he was there for you.

Although, it was rare for you be extremely upset to the point of crying, it was even more rare to see Duncan like that.

There were times where you’d walk into his home office and instantly notice the tension in the air. A loud sigh would erupt from the back of his throat and he’d cover his face in his hands, feeling the overwhelming pressure of work bearing down on him.

You’d come around his desk and lace your hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. A small moan would leave his lips from the relief of tension so tightly wound up in him. With his eyes closed, he’d melt into your touch and forget, even for a moment, of all the worries that filled him.

“Come lay with me on the bed for a little while?” you’d whisper, watching his frustrated look go away with each stroke of your hand through his loose strands.

“Don’t have time, babe,” the sadness in his voice crushed you and you knew in these moments, that if you could take all of his worries and put them onto you, you would in a heartbeat.

“I promise it’ll make things better,” you kissed his cheek tenderly, trying to talk him into relaxing with you for just an hour or so.

“Only if you keep doing that thing with your hand.”

The rough times were inevitable as you were only human and felt things intensely as you went through life. But thankfully, they were rare. The good definitely outweighed the bad, no question about that.

Something that did happen a lot, however… something you two just couldn’t seem to get enough of, was sex.

It was as if your bodies were made for one another.

It was rough, and it was loving. It was slow and it was fast. It was nonstop and it was otherworldly.

But we don’t need to get into that.

Something that always followed after your heated, passionate moments together, was a calm and caring touch.

Whether you were in bed, or on the couch, or on the private beach of your villa, Duncan always took care of you and assured you how deep his love for you was.

He’d hold you tight in his arms, placing featherlight kisses to your lips; the sensation making your heart melt and your love for him deepen.

“You know you’re my favorite girl?”

You’d nod, smiling against his lips.

“And you know I’d do anything for you?”

You’d nod again, a small giggle escaping you.

“And for the love of everything good in this world, please, tell me you know how much I love you…”

“Yes, I know how much you love me, Duncan,“ you’d place a small kiss to his smiling lips, his stubble rubbing against you deliciously.

“Okay, good… As long as you know.”

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd headcanons #duncan shepherd oneshot #duncan shepherd blurb #duncan shepherd imagine #duncan shepherd x reader #cody fern #house of cards #asks

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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Never Too Much Champagne:

Duncan Shepherd+Female! Reader+Fallon Carrington.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

So... I am not going to be at home in the weekend, but I’ll be away, which is going to be nice... I hope (I low key need relax), but I thought I’d still share a little fic with you.

This is a personal ‘thank you’ to @melodylangdon for her support to my favorite rich OT3, Fallon, Duncan and Reader and who made the beautiful moodboard here (this is like one of my favorite things ever, and I got a lot of inspiration from it), but THANK YOU AGAIN!

It meant the world for me!

(Also I am tagging @wickedlangdon because she is also a fan of this OT3)

So I hope you’ll enjoy this little one!

WARNINGS: Sex, Strap-On Action (also in these cases it is suggested to wear a condom, better be safe than sorry), Oral Sex (Male & Female Receiving), Fingering, Dirty Talk, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Use of Champagne (please don’t use this fic as a tutorial for Champagne Sex, food/liquid, unless stated, SHOULD NEVER BE USED FOR INTERNAL USE, this is a fic and it is Duncan Shepherd/Fallon Carrington, but avoid it in reality).

You knew perfectly that Adam’s accidental slip wasn’t so accidental.

But you hadn’t protested or made a scene and had simply excused yourself to the ladies-restroom to dab away the excessive champagne on your newest dress, a gift of Fallon, since it had made her think of you.

Meanwhile you were in the bathroom, you heard its door being opened without too much thought about knocking or courtesy, immediately making you realize that it was Fallon, coming up to you with a few muffled excuses.

“I’d like to say that he is that way because he was adopted, but… that isn’t true as much as I wish it” she mumbled, coming to softly try to collect the excessive champagne from your drenched dress, since Adam had fallen onto an entire tray of champagne, which had then fallen onto you.

“… don’t talk about adoption with Duncan, it’s a touchy subject, you muttered lightly, knowing all too well that Fallon was fresh to your own relationship.

You saw her immediately biting her lips as if she kind of wanted to take back the words, but nodded softly, continuing the useless job onto your dress, probably just a simple excuse to continue on touching your body, highlighted by the drenched fabric.

To which you had no objections.

“Ahh, it’s such a shame that dumb-dumber decided to ruin this dress, you almost looked as pretty as me” joked Fallon, falling back to admire you, which made you smirk lightly, as you adjusted your hair, avoiding them to touch your champagne drenched neck.

“… almost as pretty as you?” you pumped out your leg through the slit of the dress, giving Fallon a good look of it, ending up and being even more enhanced by the pair of golden Jimmy Choo you had been wearing.

You smirked at her dumbfounded expression.

But you were also soon surprised as the bathroom door opened again, and before Fallon could utter ‘I am having a lawsuit against you’, Duncan appeared behind the door, sending you a light smirk and raising an eyebrow, meanwhile you set your leg down.

“I came to see if you needed some help” he joked, although you doubted it ”…you were taking quite your sweet time”.

“Did you think we had started without you, handsome?” joked, smirking, Fallon as she approached him, coming to gently caress his chest, through the tailored Hugo Boss shirt, the cufflinks, which adorned it, another gifts of Fallon, who had in common with Duncan his penchant for spoiling her lovers.

“… I was worried” he smirked softly, before he lowered his lips onto Fallon, and a little thrill of jealousy went through your spine, pushing you to lightly glare at them, annoyed that they weren’t giving you any attention “… you can’t leave two beautiful women, even more if one is drenched in expensive champagne”.

You felt the gears shifting in Fallon’s head at those words and she smirked at you, turning to join your lips in a kiss, extremely open-mouthed, probably to show Duncan the entire dynamic of it.

“... why don’t you go and shed that drenched dress in my room” she suggested softly on your lips, making you ask for more, your eyes half-closed, in an hazy daze “… we wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, would we?”.

Duncan shook softly his head, a breathless smirk on his face, probably understanding what Fallon wanted, but you were clueless.

Still you obeyed the two of them, going to Fallon’s room, to wait for them, shedding the dress and the lingerie under it, although you kept the panties: a light line of tiny diamons connecting the two pieces in the front and he back, on the sides.

It had been one of Duncan’s most appreciated gifts, alongside your other pair with little pearls that teased you whenever you wore them, making you already drenched, just for Duncan’s cock…

… or, as happened lately, for Fallon’s strap.

You then moved onto the bed, waiting on your stomach for the two, meanwhile you took in Fallon’s elegant room, definitely designed with style and efficiency (and you weren’t going to lie a bit of… flare, but you didn’t mind it too much).

(You had quite grown to like it, with Fallon’s company).

As you felt a little clicking of heels you realized that she was on the threshold, of the room, and you turned lightly to give her a good view of your perky breasts, even going as far as to twirl lightly a nipple, as you looked around.

“… this place is nice, I am going to ask for the interior designer name, me and Duncan are thinking of redecorating our Washington house…” you joked softly, meanwhile Fallon was speechless, taking in your naked body, as you smirked.

“Fuck, now you look fucking beautiful” she commented simply, rushing to the bed, and gently laying on you, the silk of her dress creating a delicious friction on your legs, meanwhile she collected your mouth for a messy kiss, her Dior lipstick staining your Yves-Saint-Laurent one, as you smirked, an hand immediately going to the slit of her dress, inching it up.

“Even more than you?” you joked as your fingers slipped inside her dress, teasing her lightly over the panties “… am I not mommy’s prettiest princess?”.

Fallon wasn’t able to reply, just letting soft shaky breaths, when she was busied by your soft lips and your delicate fingers.

“... what I said about starting without me?” Duncan’s deep voice startled both of you and you turned around lightly, Fallon with a pure look of shame, but you simply smirked, continuing on teasing Fallon, who wasn’t unable to stop herself from letting out a soft moan.

Meanwhile you did this, you were finally able to notice what Duncan held in his hands: a champagne bottle and a glass, something wicked working up in your mind, making you smile lightly.

“… oh, c’mon Daddy, I am just making mommy ready for you, am I not, mommy?” you joked, meanwhile you kissed down Fallon’s exposed neck “… she is so wet… daddy, I can’t wait to feel her”.

Duncan simply mumbled a little ‘mmm’ and he joined you in the bed, setting the champagne bottle in on the ground, it was opened so it was definitely stolen from the party going on downstairs.

“… do you like what our little minx is doing to you, Fallon?” asked Duncan, pushing himself on top of her, his chest to her back “…she is good with her hands, isn’t she?”.

And he pushed his hands onto her covered breast, kneading them softly, meanwhile he focused on biting her ear lobes, in a mix of pain and pleasure that made Fallon moan louder, meanwhile your fingers slipped inside Fallon’s panties, simply pushing them to their side.

At first you teased Fallon’s folds, her eyebrows scrunching alongside her nose, which you kissed softly, almost to comfort her.

Then you finally reached her pearl, smirking as Fallon let out a breathy moan, shaking lightly between you and Duncan, who had raised lightly her dress to allow you an easier access.

You continued on rubbing with attentive touches Fallon’s pearl, meanwhile Duncan reached up to palm Fallon’s cunt, as you softly spread her fold, letting Duncan dip his finger easily, allowing him to enter her with his fingers, and Fallon threw her head back, pleasure coursing through his veins.

Duncan kept a steady rhythm, till Fallon reached the ecstasy point, in a lazy orgasm that made her scrunch up her nose light, again, a sight you found adorable dragging her in a light kiss, meanwhile Duncan licked up his fingers, shining with her juices.

“You made me feel so good” she muttered your lips, once she finished riding her orgasm, as she moved slowly down your body, till she was met with your panties, dragging them down your legs slowly “… now let me and Duncan make you feel good”.

And you were simply able to nod, simply resting you back down onto the soft mattress, meanwhile Duncan went to kiss your lips, sharing Fallon’s flavor with you, as he grabbed the glass from the nightstand and Fallon collected the bottle, pouring the golden liquid in the crystal glass.

“You know that champagne always taste better, if mixed with the taste of your skin?” he asked lightly, meanwhile he twirled lightly the glass, as Fallon smirked, licking a small stripe from your inner thigh to the juncture of your legs and hips, teasing lightly your pubic mound.

“… oh” you simply muttered, as little droplets of champagne fell onto your overheated neck, pushing a pleasurable sensation on your tummy, which Fallon stroked lovingly, tickling you.

Then Duncan’s tongue followed the droplets of champagne on your neck, meanwhile Fallon gained the control of the glass and dropped some other onto your tummy, making it spasm lightly, the coldness definitely surprising you, but her tongue soothed it, meanwhile her plus lips, caressed your hips.

A little mark of red being left in its wake from her lipstick, meanwhile she continued trailing champagne till right on your mound, and Fallon wasn’t certainly shy to lick a bold line from your Venus peak to where your pubis met your stomach, your abs tensing under such a teasing action.

Duncan smirked in your neck, feeling you arch under him, meanwhile your hands set down to explore his back, pushing him closer.

“Sweetie, can you raise your hips for daddy?” he asked softly, pushing a pillow onto the small of your back to keep your back on an higher level so that there would be a light difference in height, which allowed to create a perfect descent.

Perfect to let champagne fall, right onto your pearl: the coldness of it, alongside its bubbles completely awakening a broken moan from you, unable to stop buckling up, although Fallon held you down, before she dared a light lick down there, slurping champagne straight from the source.

“Duncan was fucking right… it tastes better”.

Duncan smirked against your neck, before he dipped down two fingers, rubbing them on some of the champagne mixed with your juices, before he brought it to his lips, moaning around them, because of the perfect taste.

Fallon dropped more, some of it even dirtying the mattress, something which made you lightly laugh and then moan as Fallon’s tongue followed the taste of champagne, in the most private of your secrets, pushing her tongue in and out, meanwhile Duncan’s rubbed your pearl.

It was a torture from heaven, and as Duncan pushed a kiss onto your lips, you understood why they were so… ravenous.

It tasted like fucking ambrosia.

But right when you were reaching the edge, they stopped their ministrations and Fallon retreated from the bed, meanwhile Duncan started undressing, with you raising lightly to help him, although your fingers were clumsy and hasty, desperation coursing through your veins, meanwhile you moaned at their denial.

“Don’t whine, little one” giggled Duncan, pushing you back, pinning your hands over your head, as you smiled silly “…daddy will make it up to you”:

“But I am… so so desperate daddy” you replied, pushing on his hold, trying to get a soft kiss, meanwhile he pushed you back.

“Be patient, little girl” he grabbed her chin, immobilizing you softly onto the bed, meanwhile Fallon reappeared over your shoulder, to which you sent her a pleading look, but your mood immediately brightened as you saw that she was wearing the strap, your legs immediately brushing together in a desperate attempt to ease the friction “… now, mommy Fallon, here, will fuck your picture perfect pussy, with her big fat cock, meanwhile I’ll fuck your pretty red mouth”:

You nodded, immediately excited, as Duncan moved away from the bed, to push off his boxers, giving you and Fallon a good look of his ass, which she pinched, meanwhile you smirked at his shocked face.

“Don’t make me spank you” he muttered, although his tone wasn’t threatening in the slightest.

Even more because both yours and Fallon’s eyes were glued onto his big and hard cock, swollen with the lack of attention you hadn’t given him.

You licked your lips, already anxious about the treat you would be given soon.

Fallon, oh so jealous Fallon, brought you attention onto her, leaning down to bit down onto one of your tits, making you moan lightly, as your mound accidentally brushed against her strap, making you repeat the movement, wanting to goad her further in you, but she kept it steady and Duncan set himself over your head, his cock right in your face, your lips lightly teasing him as they brushed against it.

And then Fallon pushed herself in you, lightly and slowly.

A little moan escaped you, before it was shushed by Duncan’s cock, completely stealing your breath and you were thankful for Fallon’s attentive movements, stilling and kissing your thighs, as she brought your legs to her hips, to deepen the thrust.

Because Duncan wasn’t so merciful.

He quickly took advantage of you and pushed a ruthless rhythm, one still that you enjoyed because your internal walls gripped Fallon’s strap tighter and tighter but she kept up her gentler rhythm, pushing slowly in and slowly out.

And Duncan just chased his high with your mouth, in a rather vulgar way.

But it wasn’t as vulgar as when he reached down, shoving his cock entirely in your throat, to collect the champagne bottle and with an easy move of his hands, he dipped champagne onto his cock and in your mouth, mixing the pre-cum with it, in something that tasted deliciously contrasting.

Due to the thrust some champagne even ended up onto Fallon’s breasts, drenching your entire body.

Duncan thought it was a complete waste of good champagne and he quickly pushed himself to lick it off, making Fallon moan and her thrusts intensified, following the friction of the strap against you, which felt heavenly in you.

And it was enough.

You were already oversensitive for the previous teasing, and it took Fallon just to find the perfect spot and you were seeing stars, dragging Duncan alongside you, completely engulfed by the heat of your mouth, spilling cum and champagne again in your mouth.

As you came down, the champagne started being less sexy and simply sticky, and you couldn’t help but feel too oversensitive to withhold Fallon anymore in you, and she exited you slowly, making you feel each painful inch, as Duncan did the same, softly coming to your side, exiting your mouth, meanwhile you felt your throat raw and painful, and were thankful when Duncan moved away to collect some towels to clean you up and a glass of water, and Fallon discarded the strap, throwing it carelessly away.

Then she laid down next to you, and although you felt a bit annoyed by the stickiness of the champagne to your skin, you were more than happy to cuddle up to your lover, as she caressed your hair, murmuring about what a ‘dirty mess you were’.

“A dirty mess that we will have fun cleaning” giggled Duncan, pushing a towel up your thighs, awakening your desire again.

“Just no more champagne, I don’t think I can have more” asked Fallon, making you and Duncan laugh.

“I’d never thought I would hear you say that”.

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so-langdon · 6 years ago

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Safe Word - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More Duncan, please,” Y/N moans out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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