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so-langdon · 5 years ago

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Never Enough - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Michael relaxes Y/N in the shower after a long week.

Warnings: Fluff, sensual situations, teasing, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft! dom! Michael

A/N: This takes place in the same AHS: Apocalypse universe, just before the bombs, but with Michael having the Outpost! Michael physical appearance.

*ALSO hi wow it’s been like a decade since I’ve posted any writings... I don’t know how popular Michael Langdon fan fics are now and if anyone will even read this??? But posting it anyway bc I’m still obsessed and in love with Michael fucking Langdon 🙃

Hope you’re all doing well and staying safe and healthy! 💙💕

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(Also not sure if any of you wanted to still be tagged in my writings, but just in case.. Let me know otherwise if you want to be removed!)

The warmth of water cascades over Y/N, soothing her body, relaxing her muscles and releasing any tension and stress the busy day has given her. She slides her hands over and through her hair, leaning her head back, allowing the warmth of the steam and water to unwind her mind along with her body.

It’d been a long and tiring week, causing Y/N to feel overwhelmed and overworked with all the tasks and deadlines that had to be met at her job. Alongside that, Michael Langdon, her partner, had been busy with his own work, seeming to be living at the Kineros Robotics company where he had been planning a number of things.

The two were so busy with their own jobs, their schedules never lining up, they hadn’t been able to spend any real time together recently as it’d been at least a week since they were able to sit down and actually be with one another.

They’d each be at work all day, then come home and go to bed, hardly having any time to de-stress and talk. Especially since Y/N was always going to bed by the time Michael was getting home, him following to sleep then too. But being adults, with their work needing to get done, each understood and knew they’d get time together one way or another eventually.

However, Michael could sense and feel the stress and tension in Y/N, whether he was with her or not. The two had this connection, a strong bond formed over the love they have for one another, and with Michael’s abilities, Michael could always tell when Y/N was feeling too stressed out, even when she tried to keep a smile on her face and not burden Michael.

Knowing that Y/N had been particularly overly tired and stressed this week, Michael made sure to leave Kineros early that day so he could spend time with her and give her a relaxing evening. He had been missing her a little too much anyway.

Michael walks into their home, carrying a few bags that contain Y/N’s and his favorite take out, wanting to give them a good dinner that evening and so Y/N didn’t have to worry about cooking, along with a few other items to make the rest of the night fun and relaxing too.

Y/N doesn’t hear Michael coming home early of course as she’s in the shower washing away the day down the drain. She doesn’t hear the bathroom door open and close either, much less take notice of Michael’s appearance on the other side of the shower glass door.

Michael smiles to himself, finding her as alluring as ever and proceeds to undress, discarding his clothes to the floor and opening the shower door. Y/N hears and notices him by that point, but doesn’t react, only wiping her face clear of water.

She feels Michael’s arms wrap around her waist from behind, causing her to smile. She places her hands over his wrists on her, turning her head back to him.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she says as she looks at him, her tone sweet and happy, the warmth of Michael around her causing her a tranquility already more than the warm shower was.

Michael grins, resting his chin on her shoulder. He presses his lips to her neck, mumbling against her, “Hi baby.”

“Hi,” she smiles more. “What are you doing home already,” she asks curiously.

“Decided to take off early,” Michael starts. “We’ve hardly had any time together this week and I’ve missed you too much, so I decided to come home and spend time with you.”

“Really,” Y/N raises her eyes as she turns around to face Michael fully, staying in his hold as his arms stay around her waist. “I’m sure Jeff and Mutt had a field day with that -- you leaving early just to come home to a girl,” she teases.

“They know better than to make any idiotic remarks,” Michael states, knowing how immature and annoying the two morons at his work could be. “But doesn’t matter. I’m the boss, what are they going to do? They worship me anyway.”

“Maybe they won’t do anything,” she begins, “but your girlfriend may make fun of you for being so whipped,” Y/N jokes, smiling as if she’ll laugh.

Michael lets out a soft chuckle, leaning in and pressing his lips against her inner neck, humming against her as he kisses against her. “So I’m whipped because I wanted to come home and spoil my favorite person?”

“Spoil,” Y/N repeats, looking at him questioningly as Michael lifts his head and looks at her with an amused expression.

“Yes, of course,” he speaks fluidly. “I left early and picked up our favorite food, along with some other things, and figured we could have a relaxing evening together.” He raises a hand from around her waist to her face, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin gently. “We’ve both been so busy this week, and I know you’ve been more so overworked and stressed. I want to help you unwind,” he leans in, “help you relax,” he kisses her sweetly, making her heart flutter. “And take care of you,” he mumbles against her lips before pulling back with the same amused look, mixed in with an adoring expression.

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck as she smiles shyly at him, flushing a bit from his words. “And what about you?” She asks.

Michael grins, dropping his hand from her cheek to stepping her back to press against the side of the shower wall, the water hitting the both of their sides. A slight shiver runs through Y/N from the coldness of the wall behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist after, “I want this evening to be about you. I’ll be fine.”

“I think we can make this evening about both of us just as easily,” Y/N states.

“You don’t understand that me taking care of you takes care of me.” He leans his lips into the crook of her neck once more, kissing against her. “So let me start this evening out right and take care of you properly,” he whispers gently along her skin.

“What do you mean,” Y/N asks, oblivious to Michael’s ulterior motives.

Michael smirks a bit and drops one hand from around her as he brushes the back of his fingers down along the side of her body. “What do you think,” he asks, almost taunting her as his hand slows down, trailing his fingers from the side of her hip, to the front of her and lower.

Y/N bites her lip as Michael’s hand movements gets slower, teasing her by hovering his hand over just where she would like him. At an aching pace, Michael reaches down to her heat, the anticipation building quickly due to the built up tension from all week, and he cups her, his palm pressing against her, causing her breath to hitch.

He begins with his fingers rubbing down her slit, allowing the excitement to grow inside of Y/N. The wavering of Y/N’s breathing already causes him to grin almost cockily, feeling a pride from always being able to turn Y/N on so easily.

Michael’s other arm that’s wrapped around Y/N brings her closer to him, making Y/N press her lips together as she looks at him, not bothering to hide his obvious smirk now. Y/N’s hands grasp his shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels the pads of Michael’s fingers smoothly brush through her folds and to her clit, rubbing circles against her.

Y/N’s heart begins to beat faster bit by bit as her breathing gradually becomes more shallow. Michael’s fingers rub from her clit and down her slit, towards her entrance, feeling the wetness of her beginning to grow.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” Michael speaks softly, a huskiness showcasing in his tone too as he presses his lips against her forehead.

“Maybe it’s the water,” Y/N breathes out, trying to cover up the fact of how aroused she’s getting so quickly.

“Sure, darling,” Michael smiles. “Whatever you say.”

He gathers her wetness against his fingers as he teases against her heat, spreading it up to her clit and rubbing again, earning a quiet moan from her. He focuses on his consistent pace as he rubs her, knowing just how to work her up.

Michael’s movements are slow and almost too soft, knowing Y/N is desperate for more, but wants Y/N to savor each touch and sensation he gives her so she can enjoy the full pleasure and gradual build.

“Michael, please,” Y/N breathes out as if on cue, becoming needier, biting her lip again. She was used to Michael teasing her, but it accompanied a more rough setting. This was more focused and controlled, almost worse due to the ache of the slow and gentle build, making her want more more quickly.

“What? You don’t want it over too fast, do you?” He speaks, his hands movements matching the pace with his slow and hushed but teasing tone. “You want to take it all and feel the complete pleasure, right,” Michael speaks enticingly, leaning his head into the crook of her neck, kissing against her.

“Don’t tease me,” Y/N sighs out, feeling as the pads of Michael’s fingers continue at the same pace as he rubs against her clit.

“Trust me, darling, I’m only loving you,” Michael mumbles, lips brushing against her ear and kissing her, causing a shiver to run through Y/N.

Another smirk grows across Michael’s face, lips kissing against her ear and along her neck consistently as his fingers continue working along her.

Michael circles against her clit a few more times before bringing his fingers to her entrance, feeling how she’s pulsing lightly against him. He teases her more, rubbing against her softly, causing Y/N to whine and rest her forehead against Michael’s shoulder.

He pushes a finger inside of her, his own cock twitching but doing his best to control himself as he wants to only focus on her. He pumps his finger a few times, curling, a soft whimper leaving Y/N’s mouth.

Michael’s lips press against Y/N’s neck again, giving a soft suck and small nip following, kissing against her tender skin after. Y/N’s hands tighten on his shoulders, feeling how her body is getting more hot, from Michael’s touches, the steam of the shower, the pleasure spreading through her.

Y/N moans lightly when feeling Michael’s finger curl again inside her as his thumb rubs over her clit too, adding to the pleasured sensation. Still greedy for more, unable to help it when she breathes out a heavy, “More Michael, please.”

Since Michael understands Y/N’s tension and had planned for a relaxing evening for her, he listens to her instead of continuing to tease and drawing out her yearning like he normally would when they fool around and would punish her for her needy behavior. He did, after all, start it anyway.

Michael lifts his head from her neck and removes his hands from her. Y/N looks up at him with a small pout, Michael grinning as he leans in and kisses her slowly, then lowering his head as he kisses against her collarbones, down to her cleavage.

Looking up at her as he lowers himself to the floor and onto a knee, still kneeling tall enough that the water from the shower isn’t drenching his face, he grabs Y/N and pulls her forward, wrapping an arm around her lower body, his other hand grabbing her knee and lifting her leg over his shoulder. One of Y/N’s hands rests on the top of Michael’s shoulder, the other placing back against the wall of the shower.

Michael’s eyes stay focused on Y/N’s as he leans his head forward and licks a slow stripe through her folds and to her clit, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan from her taste. Y/N lets out a shallow breath, her stomach contracting already, merely from the sight of Michael alone.

He circles his tongue around her clit, enclosing his lips after and sucking slowly. Y/N’s eyes close again, her hand on Michael’s shoulder grasping tighter. Michael pulls Y/N closer, holding her to him as his plump lips and tongue work at her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” Y/N moans out, her mouth dropping open, her chest rising and falling at a faster level.

Michael unwraps his arm from around Y/N and brings his hand up to between him and her. He lets his finger rub against her entrance again as he sucks on her clit still. He pushes his finger inside her like before, adding a second right after and pumping his fingers inside of her at a slow pace.

He gradually pumps his fingers faster, his other hand coming to her clit and pulling back her hood to lick his tongue fervently against her more without anything in between for her to feel the full sensitivity.

Y/N jerks feeling all the sensations together, her lower body moving forward as she grinds against Michael’s tongue. He pumps his fingers, curling them as Michael opens his eyes and looks up at Y/N, his thumb that holds her hood back, moving lower to rub over the sensitive nub, and adding his tongue as he licks around and over it too at the same time for more pleasure.

Y/N begins to thrust her lower body forward more, practically riding Michael’s face as she feels the contract of pleasure inside her body beginning to grow, deeper and deeper. Her body starts to tremble, her toes curling as the build gets bigger.

Michael sucks on her clit harshly as he thrusts his fingers inside of her faster, curling every other second, knowing how close she is and feeling desperate to taste more of her.

Y/N’s hand moves to the upper back of Michael’s head, grasping at the roots of his long locks as the pressure inside her tightens more, feeling how close to the edge she is.

Michael keeps at a consistent pace with his lips and tongue on her clit, his fingers pumping inside her, humming against her from enjoying the taste of her, the way her body grinds against his face, her body jerking lightly.

The coil snaps finally, the release of undeniable complete pleasure flooding through Y/N’s body, the tension from the week disappearing in waves as a relaxation and gratification overcomes her.

Michael is sure to suck and lick up every bit of her before standing up, including sucking on his fingers to taste as much of her as he can. Y/N’s chest is rising up and down heavily as she catches her breath and comes down from her orgasm, looking at Michael with a lazily content expression.

“Feel better,” Michel asks rhetorically, smirking and grabbing her waist as he holds her to him. “I know this week has been overwhelming, but hopefully you’re feeling more relaxed now.”

“Getting to spend time with you helps me relax,” Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck as Michael’s arms around her waist hold tighter. “But, that was quite the treat, too,” she bites on her lip, smiling again after.

“Was quite the treat for me, as well,” Michael leans in, grinning, his nose lightly brushing against Y/N’s, making her smile more, and he kisses her. “Now, let’s get out so we can enjoy the rest of our evening together.”

“But what about you? You haven’t given me the chance to relax you yet,” Y/N says, unwrapping her arms from around Michael’s neck to resting on the front of his collarbones, slowly dropping her hands down his fit chest.

“I told you, taking care of you takes care of me. Besides, I’m not done with you yet,” Michael informs, his words holding a husky and sensual tone.

“Oh? What else do you have planned?” Y/N asks curiously, her eyes filling with a curious excitement.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Michael leans in slowly, letting his lips brush over Y/N/s teasingly, making her lean up to close the space between them, wanting to kiss him. But Michael leans back more, smirking as he senses the growing want in her again for him.

He kisses her a second later, knowing he can’t hold his own self back from kissing her for too long. He grasps her cheek, knowing no matter the amount of time they have together, it will never be enough with her.

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casikototmblr · 5 years ago

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Dating Duncan - Headcanon.

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

warnings: mentions of sex, NSFW.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s a sucker for a fuck with a view.

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

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

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

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

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

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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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ahs-requests · 6 years ago

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i saw this somewhere on Tumblr (i think it was a blurb) of Jim using your boobs as pillows and i need something that starts with that and leads to some light smut pLease

if anyone knows where this originated from pls comment so i can cred😌

Pairing: jim mason x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, dry humping, female masturbation, squirting, love confession.

WC: 1.1k

Jim laid on your chest after requesting you to remove your bra. He loved to use your unconfined boobs as his pillows whenever you two would sleep in his bed. His head rested on your chest as he scrolled through his phone screen, liking a few pictures on his social media pages. “Okay,” you grunted, “I think that’s enough now, you’re too heavy.”

He lifted up his head and looked up at you, his blue eyes were glossed over as he was coming down from his high. “But you’re so comfortable, babe,” he smiled. He leaned up and kissed you, deeply. He massaged his lips with yours, intently sucking on your kiss and tasting the vanilla lip balm you put on earlier. His kisses were slow and deep, Jim always savoured you.

He kissed your neck, your collarbone, then the small part of your chest that was exposed. You were wearing a thin pajama top that did a poor job of hiding what your naked chest looked like. Jim grabbed a hold onto your boob, squeezing it in his greedy hand and kissing where your nipple pointed through the fabric. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby,” he said sweetly.

His light blue eyes never left yours as he kissed you and made you squirm. His cold hands grabbed your tits through the dingy, nearly see-through, fabric and pushed them together. He peppered your boobs in kisses, wetting your shirt with each hasty peck. You moaned as he began sucking on your hard nipples through the shirt. He circled his tongue around the nubs and lightly tugged them with his teeth, coaxing a gasp out of you.

Jim got on top of you, threading one of his legs between yours as he continued licking up your clothed tits and sucking your nipples. You wished that there wasn’t a piece of cloth separating his contact, but he’s always been a tease with you. It’s crazy how many times he’s made you come without even undressing you.

He gripped your tits in his hands and began grinding his hips against you, his thigh rubbed against your sensitive clit. “Come on, Jimmy,” you cried. Your eyes begged him for more, but you’d never get used to his sexual torture.

He paused for a moment. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his thigh still pressed against your core. You could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit, you couldn’t get him to stop now. You shook your head no to him and he kneaded his thigh into your hot cunt again, completely wetting your shorts.

He climbed over you; his lips met yours with passion again. You sighed into his kiss as he continued rubbing against you. You could feel his cock getting stiffer by the minute through his board shorts and he accidentally let a few low groans slip from his lips.

Jim kept giving you open-mouthed kisses, using his tongue to play with yours and colliding your lips together to suffocate your moans. The two of you had to be quiet, you didn’t want anyone in the house to hear you.

He looked down at his leg that had been rubbing you out. You’ve left a streak of your slick on him and he groaned softly, connecting your lips together again. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth, “that’s so hot.”

You smiled against his kiss and felt his hand start to travel down your body. It scraped over the wet shirt, down your exposed tummy, straight to your shorts. He rubbed your clit in circles over your shorts; he could feel how wet you made them from such short stimulation.

You sighed at the contact, slowly raising your hips and gyrating against his hand. You felt your pussy getting wetter by the second and the pulsing getting more intense with each tiny movement. You were so eager for more, springing your hips up and rubbing his hand over your throbbing cunt. He parted from your lips to look down and watch your desperation, watch how quickly he’s disheveled you just from a light touch. “Holy shit, baby,” he whispered.

You put your hand over Jim’s and pushed him into you even harder. Your drenched shorts nearly gave in, wedging between your folds and nearly exposing your bare cunt. His ocean eyes watched you give into your animal instincts and fuck yourself against his hand as if your life depended on it. He watched and he loved every second of it.

“I’m so close, Jimmy,” you whined. Your legs were trembling, eyes watering, and all your muscles clenched. You must’ve looked like a mess, but Jim seemed to adore you anyways.

“I know, baby,” he breathed. He rubbed his hand against you harder and faster, his other hand pushed some of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t speak in a matter of seconds; Jim knew you too well. He knew exactly what to do to make you come. He leaned into your lips, giving a small kiss before parting and leaving you begging for more. “Come for me?” he whispered. “Come on, baby, I know you can.”

“Ngh, you’re so good,” you moaned. You bite your lip, holding back on screaming out his name. He saw your trepidation and leaned down to kiss you, drinking down the limitless moans pouring out of you.

His hand fucked you relentlessly, pacing over your ripened, swollen clit and not slowing until you give him the green light. You bit down on his lip, feeling the ecstasy start to take control of your body. Your breath got caught in your throat and you arched your back, keeping your desirous eyes on him as he completely liberated you.

Your pussy spasmed under his touch, every nerve twitched with each slight movement until your cunt spilled all over his bed. Your juices squirted and spritzed on his hand through the pathetic material that your shorts were made of. You finally let out a deep sigh and relaxed onto his bed. “Fuck, that was good,” you breathed, finally feeling utter serenity.

He kept his hand on your cunt, his other hand gently caressed your cheek as he propped himself over you again. “You’re such a dirty girl all for me,” he said quietly. You put your hand on the back of his neck and sat up slightly to kiss him again. You tried forcing your tongue into his mouth when he placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back onto the bed. “I fucking love you.”

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shenevertricks1831 · 5 years ago

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GET OUT

Author Note- **So originally last month I posted this on my old blog, but that one had so many bugs (I couldn't message, my tags never worked) so no one ever saw it :( So now with my new account I'm posting it again. My first writing in years, so sorry if it's trash. I've been thinking alot lately and I wanna try my hand at writing again..so if you have any headcannon requests or blurb requests please send me an ask :) also this is all in my phone since I have no working computer at the moment, so I apologize for any grammatical errors or otherwise. Thanks for reading please send me some ideas or prompts, I've always want to try headcanons so that could be fun! I love you all!!

Being 7 months pregnant with the next heir to the Shepherd family should have been fairly easy. You and Duncan had gotten engaged during a trip to Italy last year, but the wedding was put on hault when your soon to be mother in law thought she spotted a bump during a dress fitting. Like many things in life Annette was right about this as well. She would finally be a grandmother, and you and Duncan would be parents. Despite what some may think Annette was thrilled, she had always like you and learning you were now carrying her grandchild only heightened her excitement. Duncan was also excited, in the beginning, but it seemed as time went on he became more distant. Was he worried of being a parent? Fearful of being an awful father after years of have no positive male figures in his life? Or was it you, was it the weight gain? Lack of a sexual appetite? Mood swings? Lack of energy? You had no idea, until you hear his phone vibrate on the coffee table.

You had been sitting on the plush couch in the highrise appartment you and Duncan had shared for 3 years. Some Netflix show played as background sound while you read your book. Duncan had gone to shower, he had a buisness dinner to attend and after an awful bout of sickness earlier in the day he insisted you stay home. You had been feeling better, until his phone vibrated on the coffee table. Assuming it was Annette you reached for his phone and were hit with a wave a nausea no pregnancy could provide.

Cecile: "Can't wait to see you later!😮🍑🍆❤"

Attempting to compose yourself you called the one person you could think to before you broke down.

Storming into your shared master bath you threw open the shower door. "Woah, honey whats wrong?" Duncan jumped back trying to sheild himself from the cool breeze. You thrust your arm forward, Duncan's phone in hand. "What the fuck is this?" Trying to keep calm was not going well as you felt yourself grinding your teeth. "I don't know," Duncan tried to feign innocence, "wrong number?" "Oh really? Duncan do you think I'm an idiot?" You voice begin rising, "A whole tread of wrong number messages, that you've replied to.." You scrolled through the messages while talking, "Oh and whats this? A dick pic? Oh ya that's definitely you.." "Babe," Duncan quietly tried to reach forward in an attempt to calm you. "Do NOT call me BABE!" You scream and with full force threw Duncan's phone into the shower watching it shatter at his feet. With the breaking of the phone something in you broke as well. A flood of tears finally came crashing down your face. With a choked sob you spoke again. "Get out. Get out of my house." At this point Duncan had shut off the water and had a towel wrapped around himself. "Y/N, what are you talking about I can't just leave, it's my house. Its in my name." You forced out a fake laugh. "You know Duncan, it's actually not under your name. It's actually under your mom's, and you know me and Annette just had the best little talk." She watched as Duncan's face began to pale. "Duncan please get your things and leave before I need to call security and have you escorted out. And don't bother with you key, Annette's getting the locks changed." "Y/N, no, please. I'm sorry okay, I'm sorry. " Tears began to seep from Duncan's eyes and he pleaded with you. "I can't live without you. Please we have a baby coming, don't punish our child for my mistake." "I'm not punishing our child, if you were so worried about that maybe you should have kept your dick in your pants. Now please go." You crossed your arms and wandered to the livingroom window. Duncan followed you still pleading. "What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go, Y/N?" "I don't know Duncan, why don't you stay with Cecile? Just please get the fuck out of my house!" You didn't look at him. You were mentally and physically drained. Duncan wandered away to clothe himself and pack a suitcase. As he came back into to the living room and looked at you, he didn't know what to say. What could he say? Nothing could fix what he'd done, so at that moment he said nothing. He just turned and left, shutting their appartment door behind him. Once you heard the door shut, you broke down. Your body slumped to the floor and you sobbed. Body wreaking, chest pinching, gasping for air sobs. You stayed their, no engery or will to move, until finally your crys lulled you to sleep on the living room floor.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 5 years ago

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I Loved & I Lost (Part 4)

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader

Words: 1k

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

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

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

PARTS - 1 2 3

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

And so you kept him at it.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“Y/N, baby-”

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

“Oh, baby, how I’ve missed you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, I promise-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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emmyrosee · 6 years ago

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Pussy spanking is in my top 5 kinks and you RUINED ME and I need Duncan to get all soft while giving you aftercare like letting you wrap your arms around his neck while sobbing and muttering little sorry’s and he hugs you close 🥺🥺🥺

Big on punishment but big on aftercare is everything🥺💕

———-

“Alright Axel,” Duncan says over your loud sniffling. “That’s enough.”

As soon as the words passed Duncan’s lips, Axel lets go of your legs, allowing you to curl on yourself. Your sobs practically shook the house, neither of the men moving as you cried.

Everything felt fuzzy. Your vision was distorted through the tears, your overheating body laid limply as your thighs pressed to your now bruising pussy. Your spinning head made you feel like you were about to vomit, and trying to breathe through your nose only caused snot to spew from your swollen, tear stained face.

“What can I do, little momma?” Axel whispers. His hand laid on your thigh, but pulls it away when you flinched. “What can we do?”

“W....wa-water,” you say hoarsely. “Please.”

Axel nods and scrambles to the kitchen, leaving you and Duncan alone.

Duncan sighs and sits on the edge, “you are absolutely in-fucking-credible, you know that?” You barely move, blinking wildly. He gently blows cool air on your face, trying to regulate your temperature. You relish in the cool air, and despite the delicious pain, you inch towards Duncan. He smiles softly and eases you to sit up in his arms, holding you close as he kisses your temple. “My sweetie girl... so good for me. You are so perfect.”

“‘M sorry I made you so mad,” you whimper. He shushes you quietly, “no no, baby. I’m not mad anymore. I’m all done being mad. Just let Axel and I take care of you, okay?”

You nod, mewling sleepily as Axel comes back into the room. “Okay, I got a bottle of water, a fruit cup and some aloe for ya, sweet pea,” he announces, sitting at your legs. Slowly, he unclamps them, gritting his teeth as you winced. “I know... I’m sorry.” He uncaps the aloe and gently lays some in his hand, massaging it into your inflamed skin.

You cry out at the pressure, bringing your knees up. He bushes you and flattens your leg. “It’s okay baby,” Duncan whispers. “We got you, Axel’s got you, he’s gonna make it better, okay?”

You nod against his arms, finally fluttering your eyes shut as the gel becomes soothing.

Axel smiles up at you, “that’s it, baby. We got you.”

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junglejimmason · 6 years ago

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The Devil Wears Red Latex Gloves

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader

Warning: Oral sex (male receiving for the first time)

You were the personal assistant of the devil, more specifically, the Antichrist.

You didn’t know why Michael Langdon had chose you from all of the assistants working here, at Kineros Robotics—maybe because you were a satanist too—but he did. You didn’t know much about Michael, neither. Just that he was intimidating, charismatic, enigmatic and painfully beautiful.

The fact that he wasn’t talking to you except for giving you some work to do wasn’t helping and it was frustating the hell out of you. You needed to know about him, anything to feed your curiosity.

Michael Langdon was your dark Lord. He owned you just because you had sold your soul to his father a long time ago and you felt like you had to know him. But you had to be cautious with Michael, because you didn’t want to end up in ashes just like Cindy, poor girl.

To your surprise, only after a few weeks of attempts to make Michael appreciated you by endless monologues and your sweet attitude, he started to open up to you and you felt way more comfortable around him since then. Because at the end of the day, Michael was nothing more than a young man with too much responsibilities at his take.

You would say stupid jokes and he would tried to hide his smile but failed, every time. Michael would subtly undressed you with his eyes and you could feel your heart speed up and your skin getting hotter, every time.

You didn’t know why or when it happened but you knew Michael liked you and you were more than thrilled about it because you liked him too, obviously. But Michael was absolutely not acting on it and at some point your were asking yourself if you didn’t imagined it all and that the Antichrist wasn’t actually lusting after you just like you were desperately lusting after him. Unrequited lust.

But one day you discovered how wrong you were.

You were at his desk, editing some files on the laptop for Michael and he was very close to you. At some point he told you how nice you smelt and when you turned your head—taken aback by his compliment—to look at him, you finally understood. Michael was blushing and unable to look you in the eyes.

The spawn of Satan was intimided by you like a young boy who never had experimented anything in his life. And it’s when it all made sense to you. Michael had never experimented anything in his life, anything sexual anyway, and that’s why he didn’t tried something sooner.

You were questioning yourself on how it was possible for this perfect creature to still be untouched. Michael was smelling like sex and destruction and looked like a literal God.

Everybody craved him.

And this was when you came to the conclusion that you needed to do something about it. You needed to show him how it was and how good it felt. To be the first to ever touch him, your lord.

So here you were now, in Michael’s office, asking him for the last time today, "do you need anything before I go home, Mr. Langdon?"

He looked at you from his desk with tired eyes, "no thank you y/n, I will see you tomorrow."

"You are sure? Because you really look like someone who needs coffee." you insisted with what you hoped was a cute smile.

He smiled back at you, "positive. Now if you please excuse me I—

"what about a back rub?" you interrupted him.

"A back rub? Really?" he said a little bit suspicious but no less amused.

"Yes." you answered, "you look tense and I’m your assistant so I have to make you feel better." you were now slowly approaching Michael, looking him up and down with a sexy little grin. "I mean, isn’t what’s supposed to do a good assistant? Taking care of her boss?" you shifted his chair so he was now facing you.

"Well, when you put it that way..." Michael started, he then stops you with his hands on your hips "but I’m not sure this is a good idea. You really should go home, y/n."

You looked down at him and you could say Michael was trying hard not to look at your lips. But he finally did, you smiled and leaned towards him, enough to feel his breath on your face.

"Don’t tell me you are scared?" you teased him.

Michael chuckled and suddenly, grabbed you by one of your arms and pulled you into his lap.

"I’m not scared of anything, you should know that by now." he told you with a wicked smile.

"Should I? you teased him yet again and he nodded, still wearing that damned smile, "then show me." you breathly asked, your lips ghosting on his owns.

Michael finally claimed your lips, tasting you for the first time and you moaned at the feeling. You put your legs around him and when you felt his tongue dancing around yours you started rubbing yourself on Michael’s crotch.

You heard him whimpers so you grinded harder on him and he rewarded you with a loud moan but you kissed away the sound of his pleasure. You could think about nothing but Michael right now, all your senses, guided only by him.

But then his hands stopped the mouvements of your hips and you no longer felt Michael’s lips on yours.

"What’s wrong?", you asked, concerned.

Michael looked up at you and you could sense him struggling with himself.

So you pecked him and gave him a smile, a conforting one. "Tell me, Michael, what’s the matter?"

He sighed and looked down at his lap. "It’s just that I...I’ve never—you know..." he then looked back at you, watching closely your reaction.

You smirked and slowly kissed him again. Michael was really the cutest person you have ever met and you were right all along. He was a virgin.

"It’s alright, Michael." you reassured him between kisses, "you don’t have to do anything," you were now kissing his jawline, "let me show you, please." and you bited his earlobe.

Michael groaned at the sensation and pulled you harder against his crotch.

"You want me to take care of you?" you asked him, panting in his neck between love bites.

"Fuck, yes, y/n." Michael moaned, still rubbing you against him but you stopped him and you heard him whined so you shushed him with a languorous kiss.

It was insane how much Michael was actually touch starved but you didn’t complain at all. In fact you were turned on so much more by it, you could feel the wetness between your legs.

You got up from Michael’s lap and you knelt down before him. With one hand, you rubbed his clothed crotch and gave him your kinkest smile. He smiled back and in that very moment you knew you would give Michael Langdon everything he wanted if he just asked you.

So you unzipped his fly and put his pants down. Then you took care of his boxer and revealed his prominent member, you could’nt help but think how Michael had the prettiest and biggest cock your ever saw.

You scolded yourself internally for thinking like a schoolgirl and when you looked up at Michael, you saw him smirks at you as if he had heard you and you firmly believed that he someway, somehow had.

Still looking deeply in Michael’s eyes, you took him in your hand and started pumping him. Then you licked the tip of his cock and smiled at him when you sensed him shudders. You took him slowly in your mouth and started sucking him, bobbing your head back and forth. Over and over again, pumping Michael’s cock at the same time, your hands in sync with your mouth. You tried to take him as far as you could and Michael’s sexy moans were echoing in your ears. His red latex hand on your head, stroking your hair.

You could tell that Michael was close so you pumped him faster and took him deeper, gagging when it was too much to take but still doing your best and he grunted when you started to play with his balls.

"Damn, y/n, it feels good, so good," a breathless Michael sang, strongly gripping your hair.

You moaned around his cock and Michael tried to push you away but you kept going, resisting him.

"Y/n, please, I’m going to—fuck," he cried out.

You took him out of your mouth—a bit of saliva flowing from it—and told him with mischief in your eyes, "I know, baby and I want you to cum in my mouth." Michael breathed a almost inaudible "you sure?" and then hissed when you took him back in your mouth. A few more seconds of sucking and he was coming, deep in your throat. You could feel Michael’s heat when you swallowed him and you could have swear he tasted delicious.

Then you were standing up, you styled your messy hair and looked over at Michael. When you saw him watching you breathless and with fascination, you sat again on his lap and leaned over to kiss him. When your lips separed, you looked in his beautiful blue eyes and you smiled. "You're okay?"

Michael nodded, "better than okay." He put his hands around your waist and smirked at you. "Now I know what’s the big deal about carnal pleasure."

He then started to chuckles but you stopped him with a finger on his lips.

"Babe, you have so much more to know about carnal pleasure, trust me, it was just the beggining." and you kissed Michael’s smile away.

Notes: English isn’t my first language so please, excuse any mistakes.

Thanks for reading me and I really hope you enjoyed it. 😘

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hecohansen31 · 6 years ago

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Duncan loves his two princesses, lovely wife and dear daughter, and that's why he is working very hard, a lot, so they can have everything they need and want. Problem : what they want is he being with them at home and not at his office, in a plane or in another country. His wife is a bit sad, even if she understands, but his baby girl is not happy at all when her dad leave them.

(A/N): Hello there, nonnie!

I really hope that you will like this!

Also BIG NOTE for all of you “Angel” fans, I don’t know if I just explained myself wrong but the next chapter of this miniseries will be about Michael, it won’t be a sequel to Duncan’s love story with sweet innocent reader, but since you have been so nice with me about this story, I just wanted to do something… so this drabble takes place in the same universe and I will gladly work on any prompt about this couple you might have, just send in everything and I will be at your service!

Love you, lovelies!

WARNINGS; Parent Fights (also a bit of violence from reader, nothing abusive, but… hey be warned…) and Language!

The fact that Duncan was a workaholic was something that had always been present in their relationship, since the start.

But during the first years that they had been an official couple, not only had also she been pretty busy, since Duncan had stepped away from his position at the Shepherd Foundation, putting her in his stead, but also he had started his own company, away from the Shepherd’s lies.

The start was rough and the fact that they lived in separate houses helped a bit, because they were independent, although with time they smashed together.

But Duncan’s mole of work didn’t lessen in the slightest, whereas she managed to reach a strange balance, being the one who handled the house’s resources and other things, outside their offices.

She chose the dates, she chose the gifts and she chose how to pass the time, on their vacation (or better when she made Duncan take one).

Sometimes it was almost as if she had never moved away from her secretary position.

But something changed, after Duncan asked her to marry it, a total surprise on the 4th of July, something which got quite a few laughs from her: he went down on his knees, meanwhile the fireworks went off and she was distracted, and when she turned around to call Duncan to join her, she found him on her knees, in an elegant suite and an expensive ring in a little box.

“(Y/N), angel of mine, will you do the honor of becoming my wife?”.

She had screeched and a month later, they had started looking both for dresses, cakes and churches, and six months later she was pronouncing her vows in front of a secluded circle or friends and family, on a little church next to the beach and a month later they had moved onto their honeymoon, a period of sweet nothings and soft vacation.

They had traveled the world, with Duncan not picking up a single call, which meant pure bliss, since all his attention was suddenly on her, and she was grateful for each small touch, soft kiss and sweet whisper in her ear.

And it was during that time that their first daughter, Angelique was conceived.

A month after their return, she had discovered she was pregnant, and for other nine months Duncan had ignored his work for a bit longer, still working a but he was always next to her during the long night and the nauseous morning.

She had felt the best thank to his support and had been beyond happy when she had been able to hold the little bundle of joy in her arms, looking at Duncan, who had already fallen in love with her, truly smitten, and had just mumbled:

“Angelique, it means “angelic”, I think it would be perfect since your mother is a true angel”.

A pure year of bliss had followed, which meant also suddenly waking up in the middle of the night to feed her, her breasts hurting her because the baby wouldn’t suck on them and bad mood since the nights were spent sleepless.

But it was extremely worth it, mostly when their child reassembled them in both their physical appearance and behaviors (you still couldn’t believe that she had picked up the Shepherd’s pout) or babbled out “mama” or “dada”, giggling victoriously at two full-grown adults doing the “airplane” with her food.

But slowly Duncan had started distancing himself from them: it had started slowly…

“The child is old enough” and “You can handle her” had been the words uttered by Duncan, who had had to “make up for the time he had missed” with his own company, and she allowed, knowing that after the prison, everything had been extremely roughly for the ex-convict.

But slowly, a year had become two and then three and she had had to step out from her position as a CEO over at Shepherd Foundation, and although she hated the stress of it, she somehow missed.

She loved being a mom but she missed the possibility to have more human contact, alongside the feeling of being productive.

The fact that Angelique had started going to a pre-school, when she was three year old had been helpful, but she still needed to be there for her, since Duncan couldn’t, mostly because of the constant trips he was on.

Those trips honestly made her extremely frustrated, since not only she was jealous of what might happen but also of the man itself who got to enjoy life, meanwhile she stayed home, watching the umpteenth Disney movie…

She loved being a mom, she kept repeating herself on the hardest days, but she felt more like a single mom than anything else…

But she tried not to blow up into Duncan’s face: her husband was extremely stressed, she saw it each time he came back from work, sleepless and definitely sad, barely able to hug his princesses, which he loved very much but…

… he just hadn’t the time to show it.

But he had the materials to do it: a new teddy bear would appear in Angelique’s room, after Duncan came back from a new trip, meanwhile a piece of jewelry found its way into her vanity, at the same time.

But she didn’t care about any jewel, she just wanted the old Duncan, the honeymoon phase and the pregnancy one, when and where she finally had some kind of peace with Duncan and her beloved daughter.

So, she tried to put her best façade, hiding the hurt of Duncan’s careless behavior, but whereas she could resist, Angelique was just a child and spoke up truth, at first with her:

“I am sure that daddy doesn’t love me anymore” they had been coming home from a parent’s day, Duncan was supposed to be with her, but he had bailed out at the last minute, which got her to take his place, cancelling an important work date, but she couldn’t leave her daughter alone.

“Oh sweetie, why would you say something like that?” she tried to coo the poor baby, who just looked at her shyly, meanwhile she strapped her in the car seat “… he is just very busy”.

“But he is ALWAYS busy!” she mumbled, protesting shyly meanwhile her hands became fists on her sides, and she could see the hurt in her eyes “… he never spends time with me, anymore”.

“He is busy, sweetie” it felt bitter even on her tongue, it was a straight up lie “… he works himself so so much for us”.

“Can’t he just have a day off for us?” pleaded Angelique, hugging herself, a trait she had taken from her, and she caressed her face gently, making her look in the eyes.

“I will try to do my best to convince, daddy” she promised, before cradling her daughter closer, soothing her for a bit, before kissing all her face, getting a disgusted expression from her “… and in the meanwhile, us, wonder women will get our ice creams, won’t we?”.

“Yay!”.

She had decided to bring up the proposal at dinner, after she had cooked him his favorite meal, thinking about suggesting a vacation, all together, maybe in an hot place since it was extremely cold in DC; they would have their fun, together and maybe Duncan would finally understand the importance of family.

But Angelique, who was as extremely chatty as her dad, immediately jumped into his lap, as soon as he sprawled himself on the sofa, which might seem a good moment to play with him, but she had already spotted anger in his eyes when he had walked in, so she came quickly to usher Angelique away, but the sweet girl kept on insisting and eventually she had to give up to check the pot on the stove.

“Daddy!” she tried to cheer him up, but Duncan just gave her a tired and disgruntled smile “… I am so happy you are back!”.

She had gained from Duncan the ability to twist people around her little fingers, and although her dad was extremely extremely taken by other things, he also fell in her words…

… usually.

Not that night, because he just grunted, which she couldn’t hear, because of the low hum of the oven, meanwhile the pot on the stove started making noises, so not only her ears were full but also her attention was all on not burning their dinner.

But she heard clearly the scream that followed, which got a cold chill to run down her back:

-How dare you ask for more time?! – clear anger shone in Duncan’s voice, and although she understood that it wasn’t directed towards Angelique, the poor child took a step back, scared -Each thing I do it’s for you and your mother! And you SHOULD BE GRATEFUL! -.

-I am sorry, daddy- mumbled the shy baby, trying to keep back the tears, exactly as Duncan did and she felt comforted immediately by her mother’s presence, but then Duncan went on…

-Sometimes I do believe that my life would have been easier without you! -.

This got Angelique to straight up run away from her arms, meanwhile she reached her breaking point.

She raised up from her cradled position, rage shone in Duncan’s eyes, but it was nothing to the one she owned, and the fear to disappoint him disappeared swiftly as she turned around.

He seemed to have realized the shit he had said, but she didn’t care and the slap resonated for the entire building.

-You say another thing like that to my daughter and you’ll regret it-she didn’t need to raise her voice in the slightest, her calm tone was enough terrifying, meanwhile she held back the tears -You seriously think that we should be grateful to you, when all you do is go out on trips and work, and you never have the time for us… I HAD TO QUIT MY JOB, DUNCAN! I don’t regret it, I love being Angelique’s mom, but… I miss it… and I miss the kind man, who loved me and her over anything-.

She didn’t care if it hurt him, he needed to finally hear the truth.

-Angelique is fucking convinced that you don’t love her anymore! And you go and say some shit like that- she honestly knew that Angelique was listening, but she was far too gone -… and you know… sometimes I think it too, because you are NEVER HERE! I sometimes think that maybe you went back to your old way… because apparently work comes before family-.

And before he could say anything, she turned around, effectively shutting him up.

-… I don’t care what you have to say, I am taking Angelique and we are staying at my mother’s, I don’t care whether you approve it or not, but right now… I don’t want you around-.

She knew it was cruel and it honestly hurt her, much more than she let out, but she needed to comfort a bit Angelique and seeing Duncan would do no good to the poor baby.

She went in her room to talk with her, maybe hug her and prepare the thing, meanwhile she sent a quick message to her mother, about their arrival, thank God they didn’t live far away from her.

Her mother sent a concerned reply but she ignored because as soon as she walked into Angelique room… she found it empty.

She, at first, thought that the child had hidden, she loved playing “hide-and-seek” and maybe that had been her own idea to get over the trauma, but the girl didn’t seem to be anywhere in the room and she immediately moved out of it, almost jumping into Duncan, who had decided to follow her like a lost puppy.

But she didn’t care, in the slightest.

She moved, firstly, in their bathroom, thinking that since it was the farthest place in their apartment from the kitchen it might have helped with covering the noise, but no sign of Angelique neither there.

And neither in the sitting room, Duncan’s office, hers, and their shared bedroom.

Angelique was not at home, anymore.

She couldn’t breath, and when she turned around she was almost grateful that Duncan was there to catch her, after she slowly stumbled, meanwhile an hand went up to her mouth, shaken by sobs and tears.

Where was her sweet girl?

She turned to Duncan, knowing that it would be futile to hide this, although she wanted to egotistically tell him to “fuck off”; she knew that Angelique had probably run away because of the fight with Duncan.

-She is not here? – he asked, his gaze is both worried and confused, and he gently led her to the little armchair in the dining area, letting her sit down meanwhile he gently caressed her shaken back -… sweetie, you need to tell me-.

-She is not in her room and… I can’t find her…- she couldn’t help but breath slowly, trying to catch her missing breath -… she is probably scared and … I am, also, so scared of what might happen to her… she is…-.

-I know, sweetheart – he caressed her back, again, before moving away, his hands going to the phone, and she was halfway through screaming at him, when he uttered the following words -… I am Duncan Shepherd and I am reporting a missing child…-.

Duncan had not only alerted the police, but his own security was spread through the entire city and their neighborhood had also been woken up and everyone had been extremely happy to give the young couple a hand.

A few women had comforted her, suggesting that Angelique had just wandered a bit, meanwhile Duncan handled the men, who had already a gun, in each hand…

The police had realized that Angelique had actually escaped from the front door, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty, because she probably ran away, meanwhile they were fighting, which not only made her feel extremely neglectful but also she honestly didn’t want to think what her daughter might have thought of her screaming at Duncan, her father.

They had decided to move towards the park where Angelique and her went during their free afternoons, it held so many memories, mostly of all the lovely pic-nicks they had made before Duncan became such a workaholic; Angelique and her would be running around, her trying to catch the younger child, meanwhile Duncan shot pictures of the two.

Oh, how she loved those days…

Both her and Duncan started shouting their daughter’s name, just getting a few scream of old men, probably homeless, wanting just to be left alone, so they could sleep in peace and this got her heart to squeeze from fear: what if somebody had come before her, and taken her away?

She tried to keep her fears to herself but by the way she shook as a leaf, she immediately attracted Duncan’s attention, who, after the little scene in the dining room hadn’t dared to touch her, something for which she was grateful and she honestly regretted having slapped him, mostly if Angelique had been there.

She shouldn’t have let her anger take over…

-We are going to find her, don’t worry- he reassured her, his eyes shining with strength and a bit of regret -I actually have an idea… do you remember Angelique’s favorite place, here? The covered slide? -.

She did: her hyperactive daughter, loved sliding down the red slide, going up and down and sometimes getting also her mother to do it (Duncan was sure that he would have destroyed the slide, had he tried it).

There was something that made her fall in love with the toy and she couldn’t help but think that it would have been a perfect hiding place.

-… yeah, of course! – and after a few minutes they were running for it, and a clear and female sniffling sound was heard from it and Angelique’s tiny designer shoes, were shown at the end of the slide, meanwhile her entire body was covered, as if she was hiding.

-Oh, thank God! Angelique, you are here! – she mumbled, meanwhile moving t get closer, but the child retreated further into the slide -… sweetie… what…? -.

-You don’t want me anymore! – the child shouted, her tone whiny and shy, clearly hurt by both Duncan’s words but also their fight and it literally broke her heart -… you fought and hurt each other! -.

-Sweetie, mommy and daddy just lost their temper- she hoped that this, at least, would help a bit -… it won’t happen again, I swear… you have no idea of how worried we…-.

But she just heard a grunt of protest and she couldn’t help but damn Duncan’s stubbornness, passed down alongside his genes to his daughter.

Duncan came over, she immediately wanted to stop him, but he just grouched down next to the slide, putting an hand on it lightly, in order for him to be closer to her, tears finally shone in his eyes, they must have started when they found Angelique and part of her couldn’t help but feel like he had suffered enough.

-Sweetie…- his voice was teary and she could feel the sadness in it and immediately Angelique stilled her moves -… daddy’s extremely sorry… I know that I hurt you with all those words, both you and your beautiful mommy, and I have no excuse for it, but…please come back home, we can’t literally live without you-.

Duncan’s words were easy, but each meant something.

Each had an important meaning telling her that she loved her and was worried for her, and there she recognized the Duncan she had married and Angelique’s father.

Her child was still extremely careful, although she had stilled in her movements, didn’t seem to move in the slightest, not wanting to get out.

-YOU LIE! – insisted the child, and she knew that Duncan’s heart broke and although she hated him with an extreme burning passion right now, she still loved him with the same passion -… you hate me, you don’t want me anymore, you don’t spend time with me anymore and get angry when I ask some-.

-Daddy didn’t get angry with you- she tried to help Duncan, setting down on the other side of the slide, and gently caressing Angelique’s legs to comfort her -… his work is hard and sometimes he loses his temper, I lost it too, but I am extremely sorry for it, and I swear on your teddy bear that I won’t lose it anymore, not in front of you-.

Silence came from the slide and she almost thought about asking Duncan to forcefully take away Angelique, but then the man did something better.

-Angel of mine, I am… incredibly sorry of what I said to you… I am… crying and you know how much I hate crying in front of you and mommy- he spoke, breathing heavily -… and I regret each moment not spent with you and your beautiful mother, I regret the horrible words I spoke to you, and I will vow my life to make it up to you-.

Angelique came out slowly and she sprinted towards her, hugging her close and she immediately whispered shyly in her ear, comforting words, meanwhile the child cried in her arms, and Duncan stared at her; he clearly wanted to join them but he also didn’t want to break the newfound harmony and settled for messaging the security and the police to let them know that they had found Angelique.

-You got us so so so worried, lovely- she hugged the child closer to her, before pushing her back in order to look at her in the eyes -Never do that again, for the sake of my heart-.

The child nodded slowly and dove in for another hug, and she searched the playground for Duncan who was now up near the slide, cleaning his face from the tears, erasing each testimony of them.

It was a truly heartbreaking moment, and she couldn’t help but move her child closer to her, to whisper in her ear:

“Sweetie, go and hug your dad, he needs it, she suggested, gently kissing her forehead and pushing her gently towards him, and although the child was shy, she managed to hug him, immediately adverting his attention from the phone and hugging his daughter back, putting himself to her height and engulfing her in a bear hug, mumbling about how sorry he was.

In the end, Angelique ended up being so so tired with everything that happened that she fell in Duncan’s arms and stayed there for the entire time, meanwhile she drove them to her mother’s house, the woman took Angelique from Duncan with the justification of both privacy and to let Angelique sleep.

Duncan looked like he had aged ten years overnight, and she couldn’t help but caress his face, tenderly, something she did every time she needed to comfort him, with him catching her hand to hold it there before gently kissing it.

-I really messed up- he mumbled, more a question than anything else.

-… at least this time you didn’t end up in prison- she joked sarcastically, meanwhile he did something that resembled a smile with his lips.

-Well it is worse, I let down the women I love- he replied, charming her with a sad smile and those words: Gosh he really really meant them.

-… then all you have to do is get back in our good graces is…- she replied, gently letting his hand go -… less work, more communication and family time; I know that you are constantly busy, but you have employees for that, Duncan, believe me-.

He nodded, reaching again for her hand and bringing it to his lips, soft-spoken deal between them.

-I love you, angel of mine-.

-I love you, too, stupid workaholic of my heart-.

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brooklinn13 · 4 years ago

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(Their Darkest Secret)

Dark!stepdad!Andy x reader, dark!stepbro!Michael x reader, dark!stepbro! Duncan x reader, dark!stepbro!Jim x reader

Summary: Your mom has been married to Andy for a while, Andy suggests that y’all move to Eden and you learn their deepest and darkest secret and you learn that your stepdad and stepbrothers are in a sex cult and you threaten to tell your mom and they tied you up and they ask you to join their sex cult. What happens if you don't join them?

Warning: angst, little bit of smut,Andy being creepy, spanking, mention of death, choking

A/N: this is going to be a 5 or 6 part series and each chapter is going to get darker so be prepared. this chapter is mostly focusing on andy and y/n.

Tag list: @kitty4860 @ferndolan @d3monslust @lavenderahs @mllxngdonswife @car241

Your mom has been married to Andy for about a year now you really didn’t know him like that because you barely get to see your mom because you live with your dad. After your dad passed you moved in with your mom and her husband and your new stepbrothers. They seem pretty nice at first but Andy can be creepy sometimes he will stare at you while you workout, will touch your butt, and say it was an accident. Your stepbrothers are okay, you didn't get along with Duncan that much. Michael will all come home late and Jim was the only one you got along with.

After coming home from school you see your mom and Andy in the living room talking. “Y/N.” Said your mom. You drop your bags by the door and walk over to your mom and andy. “ Andy was thinking we should move where he grew up at. It's a nice area for you and your stepbrothers.” “But this is my senior year, come on mom I had so much plan for this year. You can't make me move away from my friend and my boyfriend.” said y/n. “Listen you are going to make a lot of friends in Eden trust me I know.” said andy. “Oh please I'm not going I'm 18 so I don't have to listen to y'all.” “oh yes, you do little girl, don't get smart with me and your mother.” “you're not my real dad so therefore I don't have to listen to you.”

After that, you ran to your room and lock your doors.” oh andy I knew this was a bad idea.” “Honey she will come around don't stress about it and you need to go to work before you be late again.” “Okay well, I won't get off until midnight. And the boys won't be home until tomorrow morning.” after that, your mom left to go to work leaving you with Andy alone. Andy made his way to your room, he was piss about how you got smart with him and your mother early and he was going to teach you a lesson. Andy tried open your door but it was lock and Andy doesn’t like when people lock their doors without permission.

“Y/N” Andy yelled, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW BEFORE I KICK IT DOWN, YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PEOPLE LOCKING DOOR WITHOUT PERMISSION.” “ GO AWAY ANDY, I DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING LISTEN TO YOU. YOUR NOT MY REAL DAD SO STOP TRYING.” Andy was getting angry. “I’M NOT GOING TO ASK YOU AGAIN OPEN THE DOOR OR YOU GOING TO REGRET EVERYTHING.” you decide to listen to him and open the door, his face was blood red of anger. Andy grabbed your throat and slammed you to the wall. “Listen here you ungrateful bitch. You live under my roof okay, so therefore you listen to me.”

“You need to be punished, you need a good spanking when was the last time you had a good spanking brat.” “I-I don’t know when I was 8,” Y/n said. Andy Grip on your throat got Tighter, Andy picks you up and throws you on your bed. “Take off your clothes.” “Wait for what, I’m not talking off my clothes Andy that’s nasty your my stepdad.” “Y/n do what I say and I don’t like repeating myself.” You listen to Andy and you took off your clothes. You were naked, you saw Andy licking his lips.” Gosh, you look so damm beautiful, you look better than I imagine. Get on your hands and knees Princess.”

You obeyed and got on your hands and knees.” I want you to count and say thank you, daddy.” “okay can you please get this over with.” “Don't get smart with me princess.” You didn't understand why andy was being like this. You were waiting for andy to spank you. You hear andy unbuckle his belt and close your eye

Smack

“One, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Two, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Three, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Four, thank you daddy”

After 5 more spanks, you were a crying mess. “ Did you learn your lessons baby girl or does daddy have to give you another one.” “ I-I learn my lesson daddy please no more spanks.” “ Okay baby no more spanks I think it's time for your reward.” said andy.” my what.” said y/n. “You have been a good girl taken your punishment I was going to reward you, now lay down and spread your leg, daddy going to make you see fucking stars.”

You did as you were told, you see andy taking all of his clothes off. He got on the bed and Spread your legs a little more. “Now baby I’m going to need you to be loud as you can possible, can you do that for daddy.” “The boys what if they come home early or something.” “ oh please they won’t care they been taking about how bad they want to fuck you.” Said Andy, you was kinda gross out that your stepbrothers and stepdad been talking about how they want to fuck you.

Andy started to eat you out like it was his last meal, and it felt amazing he was better then your boyfriend. “Daddy it feel so good.” “Am I better then your boyfriend baby.” “Yes daddy.” You moan, you feel your orgasm coming. “Daddy can I cum please.” “Not yet baby, try to hold it for a little bit longer.” “ I can’t, please let me cum daddy please.” “Fine you can cum baby.” After that you came hard on Andy tongue, you scream his name so loud you think the neighbors can hear it. Andy got off the bed and put back his clothes. “ So we not going to have sex.” Y/n said. “No baby not this time, I was going to be but I have a surprise for you later. Now go clean your self up and go to bed you have a long day tomorrow.”

2 days later

After the incident with you and Andy. You try to avoid him at all cost, he can tell you are avoid him and it’s making him angry. He not going to let you get away with it. You came home from school you see Duncan in the living room. “Hey Duncan.” “Oh hi y/n my dad told me what y’all did two days ago.” Your heart stop did Andy really told Duncan that he eat his stepdaughter out. “And y/n don’t play dumb with me, don’t lie and say y’all didn’t because I know y’all did.” Said Duncan.

You ran to your room and lay on your bed thinking about what Andy did to you. You decided to take a hot shower to get it off your mind. You were in the shower for about 45mins when you got out and you grabbed a towel and when you open the door to your bedroom you were shocked to see who was in there. Andy,Duncan,Michael and Jim was all standing in your room naked.

“Surprise Princess.” Andy said

A/N: okay I’m sorry if this is bad but I’m trying my best. I hope y’all enjoy it. The next part is going to be something so be ready.

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so-langdon · 6 years ago

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Night of a Lifetime - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Requested)

Summary: (Au) Michael and Y/N have been best friends and roommates for awhile. Y/N has been in love with him for awhile too, but tries dating someone else to get over Michael knowing he’s just a player. But when Michael sees her with someone else, he gets angry.

Warnings: Angst, fuckboy! Michael, jealous! Michael, possessive! dom! Michael, sexual tension, some dirty talk, biting, sexual situations, sensual touching, some choking, strong language

A/N: Finally had some time to write and got this written! @saltyshaggymeme wanted an AU fic of Michael with a “man-bun”, so I added that in of course, so hope you enjoy! Let me know! <3

I haven’t written in over a month, maybe even two, due to being so busy with work and I feel like my writing has already lost so much substance so I apologize if this is shitty.

And I will be posting my Xavier fic about loving his scars sometime next week hopefully!

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 @blakewaterxx @sarahandthejets @michaelsapostle @1-800-bitchcraft @ccodyfern @rocketgirl2410

(tagged some who i thought may want to read but just ignore if not !! )

The piercing blue eyes of Michael Langdon stare into Y/N’s, baring straight into her soul. Michael’s long layered locks are up in a bun, a few strands framing around his face perfectly, giving him an alluring and intimidatingly handsome appearance. He grins confidently and sultry, causing her heart to flutter, making her want to kiss his soft, full lips already, yearning to satiate the hunger inside of her for him.

But in just the blink of an eye, the vision of Michael in front of her fades away completely, causing Y/N to shake her head a bit and blink a few more times before narrowing her eyes on the actual person in front of her.

Brock, the guy Y/N was currently dating sits beside her on the couch, having had snapped his fingers to get her attention as she clearly zoned out and her mind wandered to a completely different person.

“You okay,” Brock asks as he scoots closer to Y/N on the couch, reaching over for the remote and lifting it up to the television to put the movie they’re watching on pause. “I was talking and you just weren’t saying anything,” he adds.

“Yeah, sorry,” Y/N forces a smile. “I was just, uh, thinking about what movie you’d want to watch next,” she smiles more to seem more sincere and like she wasn’t just fantasizing about another man.

Y/N and Brock had been on a couple of dates before, having met in a shared class last semester. She didn’t really have a thing for him, hence why it was so easy for her mind to drift off to someone else in particular. But Brock was cute, personable and seemingly good enough for distracting Y/N from her mind-consuming thoughts of her actual crush: Her roommate and best friend, Michael Langdon.

She and Michael had known each other a few years, having had bonded and really connected from the get go when meeting at freshman orientation. Michael didn’t have much family, and Y/N was the first person he felt he could really trust, the two forming a strong bond once meeting and getting along together so well.

Though, they had never been anything other than friends. Y/N had grown feelings for Michael over the months, but would never dare dream of telling him, knowing he didn’t feel the same way, especially with knowing how he jumped from girl to girl.

Michael was a bit of a fuckboy for lack of a better term. Michael didn’t date, didn’t have relationships, didn’t have crushes. Just flings, hook-ups, one time things. He was the stereotypical college boy, knowing how popular he was considering his handsome looks and flirty charm.

Michael was still sweet and friendly nonetheless, but he wasn’t interested in any type of commitment or relationship that didn’t end that night or following morning at the latest. He wasn’t ready to settle down in any way as of yet.

Y/N knowing this about Michael, could never imagine telling him of her feelings, figuring he wouldn’t just reject her, but would complicate their friendship too. Even with Michael being a fuckboy, player, whatever you wanted to call it, he still always made time for Y/N, letting her know she was the most important person in his life. So she’d rather have him in her life as her best friend, than not at all.

Since she knows she and Michael can never be together, she’s decided it’s time to start dating and to stop waiting around and hoping for Michael to admit some kind of love for her when she knew it wasn’t true.

Or so she thinks.

Nevertheless, when Brock asked her out, she went for it, figuring it would be good for her to move on from Michael and to get over her feelings. But, here she was, on the couch of her shared apartment picturing Michael as her date instead of Brock, attempting and failing to hide her feelings about everything.

Of course Y/N knew she didn’t really like Brock and didn’t have an actual interest in dating him. But she wanted to get over her feelings for Michael so despairingly, she was desperate for any kind of distraction and wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

But, even as Brock proceeded with making flirtatious moves, scooting closer to Y/N, and turning her face to his and kissing her, Y/N knew it was going to be more difficult than she thought when all she could think about and picture was Michael instead.

So she tried to lose herself in the feeling, in any positive feeling when kissing Brock back, trying to push her feelings and desires for Michael aside in the process.

The two ignore the movie playing on the television, making out on the couch like a couple of high school teenagers who have the house alone for the first time. Y/N lets Brock wrap an arm around her to pull her closer to him, resting his other hand on her exposed knee just below where her dress cuts off, slowly moving it up as he seems to have only one idea in mind she knows.

Typical college guys.

Y/N doesn’t care and goes along with it, thinking maybe sleeping with Brock will break whatever spell Michael has on her and it’ll be a foot in the right direction of getting over him.

But before she can make a decision or even have another thought about it, the lights in the living room turn on, a voice clearing their throat, and an obvious tension overtaking the atmosphere.

Brock and Y/N pull away from kissing and turn their heads to the other side of the room, seeing who other than Michael standing there.

He looks intimidating, his crystal blue eyes still beautiful but showcasing an unusual rage as he glares lightly. His long, layered hair that reaches past his shoulders is tied up in a well kept bun, always adding a sexiness to him when he has his hair up.

His mouth is frowning, his light pink lips still looking just as soft and plump as normal, but having an irritation to them. Dressed in a casual black t-shirt that’s just tight enough to show enough of his fit physique as he crosses his arms over his broad chest, black jeans to match and Doc Martins. He looks devilishly handsome, practically jaw-dropping, per usual.

“What are you doing here,” Y/N asks, narrowing her eyes and trying to ignore the increase of her heart beat as she looks at him, her body reacting more to Michael’s appearance alone than she was when kissing Brock.

“I live here,” Michael states almost sarcastically, yet still impassive.

Y/N rolls her eyes, pushing her captivated feelings to the side and putting up her own irritated front. “I mean, what are you doing here right now? I thought you were going out to meet up with some people and wouldn’t be home all night?”

“Changed my mind,” Michael answers detached, eyes glancing over to Brock beside her and staring daggers into him practically, causing Brock to look noticeably uncomfortable as he tries to avoid eye contact with Michael.

Y/N sighs, leaning back on the couch and crossing her own arms over her chest. “Well. Don’t mind us then, we’re just watching a movie. So you can go to your room now or whatever and leave.”

“Didn’t look like you were just watching a movie to me,” Michael states angrily as he looks at Y/N, ignoring the second part of her words, glaring a bit more and diverting his eyes from Y/N to Brock again beside her. “Who are you?” He asks a little too harshly

“This is Brock, my date for the evening,” Y/N emphasizes, answering. “Brock, this is Michael, my roommate,” Y/N adds looking from Brock and back to Michael.

“And best friend,” Michael adds irritated.

“Well, um cool,” Brock begins lightly. “Nice to meet you,” he gives a small wave at Michael, smiling a bit in the hopes that whatever tension that’s in the air will dissipate.

But that fails as only more tension seems to rise as the seconds pass. “Not really. This wasn’t the most comfortable scene to be coming home to,” Michael states as he keeps his arms crossed and looks back over to Y/N. “He needs to be heading out. It’s getting late.”

Y/N narrows her eyes again, Michael’s words catching her off guard. “It’s like ten o’ clock?” She states obviously.

“And? It’s getting late,” Michael repeats, furrowing his eyes and diverts his gaze to Brock. “So, go on and get going,” he says, dropping his arms and gesturing towards the door behind him so he can leave.

“Uhm,” Brock narrows his eyes too, but more confused, unsure if he should actually be leaving or not and looking at Y/N for a clarification.

“He doesn’t have to leave, we’re in the middle of watching a movie still.” Y/N points out, uncrossing her arms as she sits up more.

“What does that have to do with anything? It’s getting late and--”

“It’s Friday night,” Y/N interjects.

“--And I’m going to bed, so I would rather not be disturbed by the movie, or whatever else that might go on,” Michael articulates.

“Whatever else? Are you serious?” Y/N glares, standing up and finding an anger building inside of her. “That’s so hypocritical.”

Y/N was no stranger to Michael having girls over, whether that be them in the living room on the couch like Y/N and Brock, or in Michael’s room. Y/N never said anything, never interrupting and disturbing whatever they were clearly doing, always letting Michael live his life because they’re adults and this wasn’t high school (and she never wanted to risk showing any jealousy too).

And yet, Michael has the nerve to demand that her date for the evening, whether she actually liked him or not, leave when Michael’s come home now, though he wasn’t even supposed to be home in the first place.

“Hypocritical how?” Michael raises his head, almost amused but trying to act clueless. “I’ve asked nicely for your guest to leave as it is late and I would like to go to bed knowing that my apartment is free of strangers.”

“Brock isn’t a stranger, he’s my guest, and you’re kicking him out very rudely, so that’s bullshit,” Y/N argues.

“Um, hey,” Brock interjects shyly, “I don’t want to get in the middle of.. whatever this is that’s starting, so I’m gonna just, you know, head out,” Brock says awkwardly, interrupting the current conversation and standing up.

“What, you are?” Y/N looks at him with a bit of disappointment. She wasn’t really that upset over Brock wanting to leave, finding more relief in it than anything. But she didn’t want him to leave because it would mean Michael would have won, and then she’d also lose further opportunity in trying to get over her feelings for Michael, or attempts, at least.

“Yeah, I’ll just see you later,” he smiles a bit and grabs his jacket off the couch and walks past Michael, still avoiding eye contact and leaves out the door without another word being said.

Y/N watches quietly as Brock leaves without even looking back. Y/N crosses her arms and glares back at Michael, a bit of humiliation and obvious anger showing on her face, remaining silent until the door shuts behind Brock.

“Glad that’s over with,” Michael speaks fluidly and walks off towards his bedroom door, thrilled Brock is finally gone and not just away from Y/N, but also that no other opportunity to be kissing her or whatever else will occur now.

"Glad that’s over with? What is wrong with you,” Y/N calls out, turning to him as he walks by her, obviously frustrated with the situation. “That was so rude and embarrassing! You had no right in doing any of that.”

Michael turns to her, “Look, I know it’s your apartment, but it’s mine too, and I wasn’t comfortable having him here.”

“He was here for me, not you,” she states. “Why would it make you uncomfortable to have him over when he’s not even here to see you in the first place, and we weren’t doing anything that would have bothered you anyway,” she says. “You weren’t even supposed to be here, but I’m allowed to have whoever I want over and when I want.”

“No you aren’t,” Michael snaps, his fists suddenly tightening by his sides. “Not when it’s some weird, random guy that you haven’t mentioned to me about.”

“I have mentioned him before,” Y/N points out. “He’s not some weird, random guy. He’s from a class I had last semester,” Y/N says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Michael narrows his eyes, “You mean that’s the guy you’ve been going out with and texting and shit?” Michael points, tone becoming more irritated. “You had one class with him and then ran into him on campus. You hardly know the guy, and you have him over in our shared apartment without me knowing?”

“Oh, what, I need your permission now in who I go out with?” She furrows her eyes. “You never ask me for ‘permission’ when you bring girls over.”

“That’s completely different,” Michael exclaims, gesturing out. “This is you and some guy you hardly know, and you two were fucking making out! Who knows what else could have happened!”

“Who cares?” Y/N speaks confused and frustrated. The way Michael was talking to her made her feel like she was some kind of child. She and Brock had been seeing each other for just the last few weeks but she knew him a lot better than Michael did with the girls he hangs with. “What does that have to do with anything? That’s between he and I.”

“No, it’s not. You can’t just be fucking making out with some random guy in our apartment without me knowing. You should have checked with me first!” He calls.

“Why are you so mad and yelling,” Y/N crosses her arms. “You’ve been so weird lately and just,” she shakes her head, “over-protective. What’s up your ass?” She asks, causing Michael to roll his eyes. “You know you have been, don’t you dare deny it,” she points.

Michael had been acting a bit strange lately whenever Y/N happened to mention the new guy she had been talking to. From a series of interrogating questions, to annoyed behavior and a short temper, always emphasizing that Y/N should be careful. Y/N never thought anything of it, always thinking Michael was just in a bad mood from class or work and she just caught him at the wrong times, while also being a normal best friend and warning her to be safe.

But she didn’t know that Michael’s “weird” and “over-protective” behavior was due to him being jealous and actually upset over having to hear about Y/N talk and gush about some guy she was apparently crushing on, her smiling and giggling over texts and saying how nice and great he was. Michel hated hearing it, but couldn’t tell her to stop without making it obvious the reason why.

“I’m not being weird or anything,” he glares. “You just can’t be doing this,” he says, knowing he didn’t have any other valid argument and his behavior wasn’t making any sense. But he was too scared to admit the truth.

Y/N stares at him, her expression implying that was the dumbest argument she’s ever heard, which Michael knows, but wasn’t going to be admitting that either.

“What,” Michael exclaims, shrugging his shoulders.

“I just,” she shakes her head in disbelief, “can’t be doing this? What, dating? Having guys over for movie nights and stuff? Having fun?”

“Yes, dating and having guys over for movie nights and stuff and having fun,” Michael clarifies matter of fact.

“You literally bring girls home all the time?” Y/N calls out. “What’s the difference? Plus, Brock is really chill and nice,” she explains.

“Brock? Really?” Michael crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyes. “He’s just using you.”

Y/N drops her jaw, offended. “Using me? For what?”

“You know exactly what,” Michael drops his arms and gestures an arm out. “You’re not stupid, you know all he wants is one thing and that is all he is trying to get from you. And once he gets it, he’ll be done with you.”

“First of all, you don’t know anything about Brock. Second, you do the exact same shit to girls. All the time,” she emphasizes. “You bring them over here, without my ‘permission’, and you ‘hardly know them,’” she mocks.

“It’s consensual,” Michael steps forward. “Before I bring them home, they know it’s just a hook-up, a one time thing. But that’s besides the point,” he waves off. “You deserve better than some guy who’s just trying to use you for a one quick fuck.”

“Who are you, my dad?” She shakes her head dumbfounded. “I can make my own decisions, Michael.”

“I don’t want your first time having sex to be with some loser asshole who doesn’t care about you,” Michael states quite genuinely, because Michael is sincere about that and obviously cares for her, but is also indirectly possessive and doesn’t want her to be with anyone else either.

“Um, hold on a second, my first time?” Y/N raises her eyes. “I’ve had, you know, sex before,” she says as confidently as she can.

Michael laughs out, crossing his arms again over her response and the way she spoke it, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I wanted to let you have your moment, but I just couldn’t hold it in.”

“I’ve done it,” Y/N says a bit shyly as her face heats up with embarrassment and annoyance.

“No you haven’t,” Michael grins. “Trust me, I know. Your response alone would have told me that too, but I just know you.”

“Wha -- I,” She trails off, her jaw dropping a bit, trying to think of something to say and to put Michael in his place in some way, even though she knows he’s right.

Michael raises his eyes, smirking, knowing the truth about her.

Y/N breathes out frustrated and a bit embarrassed still. “Fine. Whatever. Fuck you.”

Michael bites his tongue, holding back the urge to make her words a reality. He’s been waiting for a moment between them to happen for forever it seems now. But he’s always been unsure of when to make the move, always being worried and afraid of being rejected and to ruin their friendship in any way, of course being unaware of her feeling the same way back.

“You’re just mad because you know I’m right -- about everything,” Michael says.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” she scoffs. “Is this how it’s always going to be? Whenever I date a guy now and bring him over or anything, I have to get your ‘permission’ and check in with you? I mean, you’re not my fucking dad or brother or something.”

“I’m your best friend, and roommate,” Michael states, as if that has any power in the situation.

“Who’s currently pissing me off,” Y/N states harshly.

“I would just rather you wait to date a guy that’s actually nice and cares for you and treats you well and won’t use you for sex,” Michael says.

“That’s not your choice,” Y/N states confidently. “You may be my best friend, but you don’t know everything about me. How do you know I don’t want to just hurry up and have sex and get it over with?”

Michael narrows his eyes, surprised to hear her say something like that considering he knows the kind of person she is, thus leaving him momentarily confused.

“Maybe I don’t think it’s that big of a deal so I’m just trying to live my life. Or, maybe Brock really does care about me and it’s headed somewhere good. We both know you know nothing about him since you kicked him out so fast,” she speaks aggravated.

“I know how you think, Y/N. I know how you work,” Michael raises his head arrogantly. “You just have a half ass crush on that guy because he’s putting in all this effort and seems really great, but actually he’s just trying to fuck you one time and then move on to the next girl. And then, you’ll be left heartbroken.”

“Trust me, you really don’t know how I work, because I’m not dating him for that reason at all,” Y/N crosses her arms.

Michael gives a confused expression, more confused than he was just seconds ago.

Y/N just rolls her eyes. “Whatever. He’s gone, it’s done, and I’m done with this conversation now,” she says as she drops her arms and walks past Michael to go to her room for the evening. She’s too irritated and frustrated with Michael to continue speaking to him any further about Brock, sex, his annoying behavior this evening, or any of the events of tonight.

So she walks into her room, ready for this night to end and to think about what she’s going to do about her feelings of Michael since going out with Brock is now a total bust.

She pushes her bedroom door behind her as she steps in, allowing the door to close on it’s own. But her bedroom door slams shut a second later instead, drawing her attention as the shut was too harsh for it to be have been done by her.

Y/N narrows her eyes when she sees Michael standing in her room, clearly being the one to have slammed the door behind her and him now, too. She crosses her arms as she faces him, eyeing him bemused but still irritated from everything.

“I said I was done with the conversation. Don’t you dare try to--”

Michael strides over to Y/N assertively as she speaks, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him, causing her arms to drop as she presses her palms to Michael’s chest and he crashes his lips against Y/N’s, halting her words.

Shock and complete confusion muddles Y/N’s mind as she finds the moment to be too good to be true, her heart racing a million miles a minute. A breath-taking euphoria overtakes her, her not wanting this moment to ever end as Michael has just taken control of this situation and kissed her.

Y/N’s so immersed in the feeling of Michael’s lips against hers; his hands and arms wrapping around her securely, it feeling like he will never let her go; that she doesn’t process the next moment when she and Michael are stumbling back to her bed and falling over onto the soft mattress.

“You confuse the absolute fuck out of me,” Michael breathes out, almost hissing, once he pulls away from Y/N, kneeling up over her as she watches him pull his black t-shirt off and throw it to the side, exposing his fit torso. His bun is a bit messy now with all of the sudden actions, a few strands of his hair falling around his face like earlier when her mind had wandered off to him, looking unbelievably enticing.

“One day, you’re giggling like some innocent school girl over that idiot asshole, and now, you’re implying that you were dating Brock just to fuck?” He glares. “To get that shit over with?” Michael leans in, colliding his lips with Y/N’s again as a hand clasps against her cheek, hardly giving her any time to react.

Y/N moans lightly against Michael’s mouth when he bites down on her bottom lip, pulling back lightly, a hand of his gripping around her throat firmly.

“If anyone is going to fuck you, it’s going to be me,” Michael practically seethes against her lips, causing a shiver to run through Y/N’s core from the husky and possessive nature of Michael’s words.

Michael’s other hand roams down Y/N, feeling along her body before pushing the fabric of her dress up and allowing his fingers to brush and rub against her through her underwear, already feeling the wetness that’s beginning to gather at her center, causing her breath to hitch all together as she feels his touch against her.

“And from the feel of it, it seems like you agree,” Michael speaks cockily with a devilish smirk, kissing her again before Y/N can say anything, feeling like her skin is on fire, knowing she’s in for a night of a lifetime.

A/N: Let me know what you think! Any and all feedback is much appreciated! <3

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casikototmblr · 5 years ago

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Corrupted Lies - Part 1.

Summary: Reader attends their father's funeral before being revealed in the will reading that the family business has been left in their name.

A/N: So here it is, my new Duncan Shepherd series! Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! :) Y/f/n = your first name, y/l/n = your last name.

Warning: mentions of family members’ death, funerals.

Word count:1.742.

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Y/N, daughter to an eccentric businessman and millionaire, is left to pick up the pieces after your father’s untimely death. You later learn about what and more importantly who your father was as you put the puzzle together. You didn’t just inherit fame and fortune, you also inherited your father’s dark secrets and enemies.

Your father has been dead now for over two weeks, and you still remember the phone call that you had to endure from the hospital, but something just didn't sit right. According to the doctors, he died of natural causes - a heart attack they stated - but he was fit and healthy. It just didn't make any sense to you.

You looked intensely at the reflection that peered back at you in the blacked-out windows of the limo. It was a reflection you no longer remembered anymore as your eyes shot to and fro different peculiarities on your small body and face. The intense purple bags under your eyes that were previously home to refreshed and reinvigorated eyes were now replaced by harsh, glazed ones, your once fresh face was now faded - your father's death was the cause of this physical change, and today was his funeral.

Ever since you learned about your father's death, you just knew something wasn't right; you didn't know what precisely but you were going to find out what, even if it killed you.

The limo abruptly pulled to a stop. Instants after the car pulled to a standstill, the long door on your side was opened quickly. You gradually pivoted your body around and plucked up enough strength and courage to step out of the low-seated car.

"Come on, y/n. I can't be waiting all day." Your step-mother barked sharply. You gawked at the woman, her rough palms planted powerfully on her hips as her black, straw-like locks stimulated the underside of her forearm as her piercing ocean blue orbs peered straight into your distant ones.

Of course, she can't wait - she's been dying to get her hands on my father's money since the day they met.

You accompanied the small gathering of people into the rustic, petite chapel as you walked through the foyer of the chapel to reveal lines upon lines of neatly rowed wooden pews, all of the same corresponding colour and size. At the end of the pews was a towering stained-glass window full of distinctive colours and patterns. The light rays gleamed gracefully through the unusual colours projecting them onto the floor; almost forcing them to blend into each other.

As you made your way to the front of the church, you noticed your father's casket; your eyes teared up even more as they now threatened to overspill. It was as beautiful as caskets go; it was a dark shade of wood, lined with a gold trim that streamed around the entire casket. This casket was picked specifically by him since your father took it upon himself to plan his funeral; this was a result of the shock of your mother's death and the unpreparedness that followed it, your father didn't want you to relive that again so he took it upon himself to arrange everything so it would be a quick and easy process for you and the people he would be leaving behind so you weren't lingering on his death longer than what you needed to.

As the surreal service started slowly, your mind raced in thought as you gazed in speculation about who would take over the family business; you were far too young to even run a small business, let alone an influential company like your father's but you did have the most experience when compared to your step-mother and several cousins. There was a possible but rather-slim chance that your father left his company in the will down to you, but that seemed rather unlikely the more you speculated it.

The service soon quickly ended and your father's casket was swiftly taken away by a group of underbearers for cremation. You rose from the harsh, cracked surface of the stiff wooden pew before you followed your cousins and other family members out of the little, minimalistic chapel whilst you fumbled around with the ruffled hem of the black lace dress you wore as you dwelled deeper and deeper into thought.

You were suddenly brought back to reality and back to the present as you crashed into the strong back of a tall person - that you could have sworn wasn't there before.

"Oh my god...I'm so sorry." You spoke softly as the person in front of you turned around whilst the palm of your small hand found its way to your forehead in the sheer embarrassment of what you just did.

"Oh don't be, It's okay." The kind person uttered back to you as their rough eyes met with your raw, glazed ones. You ungrasped the hem of your dress before you snaked your hands behind your back.

"I'm Duncan." The man spoke softly to you as your eyes darted to and fro features that stood out to you; his copper-coloured curls that were pushed to the side ever so slightly, his sharp blue eyes that looked deep into your soul and the small markings of stubble that were dashed along his defined jawline.

"Nice to meet you, Duncan...I'm y/n." You replied in the same tone as you noticed Duncan's free hand which was now placed in front of you. You grasped his large, rough hand in yours and shook it as firm as you could.

"I should go...I have the will reading to go to next." You declared to Duncan as he nodded slowly whilst you pulled your hand away from his.

"Of course. Have a nice day." Duncan replied fondly as you turned around and began walking in the same direction as before. You hurried down the stone path to the black, low limousine that was parked at the end.

As you lowered yourself into the warm limousine, you noticed your step-mother in the seat opposite yours as she shot you a mean look before she began to speak.

"Who was that?" Your step-mother croaked as you adjusted the black-laced dress before you gathered your weak arms across your chest.

"Duncan." You responded harshly to her question as you gazed out of the blacked window, watching the busy world outside. The relationship you had with your step-mother was a toxic and degrading relationship, which was ironic considering the lack of interactions you two had daily. You barely knew each other well enough to even make a decent impression of yourselves; but that was the way it was going to stay since you wanted nothing to do with the repulsive person and now you were stuck with her, whether you wanted to be or not.

"Duncan who?" She croaked again as she folded her arms firmly.

"I don't know! I never got his last name!" You snapped harshly at the woman as you diverted your eyeline from the world outside to the obnoxious woman who sat in front of you. "It's my father's funeral, today isn't the day to find a new boy toy..." You appended sharply at the shocked woman as the car came to a halt which jerked both you and your step-mother. Once you realised you were home, you rose from the plush seat of the limo immediately and opened the door for yourself to get away from the still-shocked woman as quickly as possible.

TIME SKIP - 30 MINUTES.

You readjusted the material of your dress as you watched on, your step-mother paced the large, brightly-lit room anxiously, desperate to find out what was left in the will for her whereas you weren't all that bothered; you didn't have high hopes at all, you knew it was either going to be shared amongst your cousins, or it would all go to your step-mother. Maybe there'd be a small amount of money left in your name, but that would be all.

"In the event of my death, I leave my estate, money and business to my..." The lawyer declared as he read from the handwritten letter before he stopped, his eyes widened as he glanced at the name that followed.

"Well?! Who inherits it all?!" Your step-mother exclaimed excitedly as she clasped her thin hands together whilst you rolled your eyes at her child-like attitude.

"My daughter, y/f/n y/l/n..." The lawyer stated as he glanced over at you. "He's left everything to you. I'll have the money and estate sorted out for you by tomorrow but the business is actively already yours." He continued as he stood up before he passed the letter over to you.

"That's wrong, that is completely wrong. D-Do you have the right letter?!" Your step-mother declared as her voice wavered before she swiped the handwritten letter straight from your small hands as she desperately read through the letter. A huge smile began breaking out on your face as you watched the woman became more and more frustrated as the seconds passed. You watched on as she threw the letter to the floor of the room before she stormed off down the hallway of the mansion, her heels clicked on the dark wooden floor of the house as she retreated further and further away from the living room where you were sat.

You had everything and more than you expected to even inherit from your father. Your father's multi-million dollar company, his money as well as his entire estate. These things granted you power over your step-mother, you had everything she wanted so desperately; you could make her beg for the smallest drop of your father's money if you wanted to, or even kick her out and force her to go elsewhere - somewhere far away from you preferably - or you could let her live there under your terms and conditions. The possibilities were endless...and my, you were going to have a fun time deciding.

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blakescoven · 6 years ago

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Undress Rehearsal (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

Summary: You got a fashion degree and moved to DC to work as stylist assistant. Unexpectedly you meet a familiar face during a meeting and it seems there’s a spark between you two...but things may take a wrong turn.

A/N: Hey lovelies!! This is my first fic EVER, so be nice! Also, forgive any grammar mistake (English isn’t my first language). Since the ending is kinda open, I guess I could write a PART 2. I’m so happy to finally be able to post this one-shot, even though it sucks! I’d appreciate every comment/reblog/DM about it and about how I could actually improve my writing. This is a sort of experiment! I’m still trying to figure out “my style”. Oh and this is important: bold type means flashback, italics are Y/N’s thoughts and // means a few days passed! ENJOY and thank you for reading! I love you.

Warnings: mean!Duncan (just a little), making out and veeery light NSFW, plot!twist, lol I think that’s enough(?)

Word count: 6.1K

moodboard by the talented @hecohansen31

You were late again. It happened twice this week. But how could that happen? You had always been a punctual and reliable person, at night you ensured that the alarm was correctly set and you never went to bed too late, afraid to not being able to wake up the morning after. So how could it be possible? Maybe because of your jetlag, but after almost a month, well, this had become a really bad excuse. Then perhaps, the frenetic pace was already affecting you that much, making you too tired to hurry up and get ready. This couldn’t happen again; you were jeopardizing your new dream job because of this straggler behavior. While you were running along the streets of Washington DC, those were your recurring thoughts. Your wheezing and the speeded-up heartbeats, pounding in your hears, were drowning out any deafening noise coming from cars and traffic, which always filled the city driveways.

From the early hours of the day, the avenues were swarming with people going to their office, each of them withdrawn into oneself, busy minding their own business with their smartphones, bringing takeaway breakfast on the other hand. You were way too anxious and distracted from running breathlessly; you had already bumped into three stupid human beings, slowly strolling down the sidewalk like damn sloths. Every single step was followed by a quick glance at your cellphone screen, checking the time and ensuring there was no missed call of your boss.

If you knew anything in this world, it was that you had to take this job seriously, dealing with the fact that your exhausting dues would have allowed your eager ass to work your way up and finally become a fashion designer. So, you didn’t expect any great satisfaction to come very soon. And starting from the bottom was really tough. After years of studying and a well-deserved university degree, you were prepared for whatever the future might have brought. Despite that, you didn’t expect at all to end up in DC, working as a stylist assistant. Sure, this would have opened the door to your real dream job, be part of the style department, designing collections for a luxury brand. You had tried your luck moving to New York, but you ended up broke, with no savings left and no available job opening. For this reason, you decided to take that chance here. You hadn’t made any progress till now though. You were new, yes, but your tasks and assignments were hardly restricted to bring coffee or running around the Capital with tons of garment bags for upcoming fittings.

Finally, after that insane 3km rush, without even stopping for a second - no, you couldn’t afford an Uber ride every time -, you arrived. Your feet hurt like hell, your cheeks covered with scarlet shades like the worst of sunburns and your breath coming in short gasps…and your hair, oh dear Lord, it was a mess. You were sure you were also sweating. Luckily, Richard, your boss, was quite nice to you and somewhat tolerant; he was sincerely impressed by all your efforts, skills and abilities, so much that he wasn’t utterly certain what you were doing there.

Five minutes past the established hour and, thank God, the client hadn’t arrived yet. You didn’t have much information or details about that meeting. You only knew that you had to help during a fitting for a client, extremely influential on the political scene. He needed a few new looks and outfits for public appearances, interviews, and fundraising events. Of course, you assumed he would have been an old middle-aged white man, with too much money to count and eager for power.

Mr moneybags is getting late tho. Too busy making grands? you thought.

Meanwhile, you were trying to look more presentable, also to not risk damaging the brand reputation.

“Y/N?”

Your calves burned and, in that moment, you thought that bringing extra sneakers would have been a good idea.

“Y/N?!”

Since the client hadn’t arrived yet, maybe you could sit down and rest for a minute on that super comfy booth near the mirror…

“Y/N!!!! HELLOO!!!” Your train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by your boss’ yells, which suddenly caught your attention.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I zoned out! Forgive me, what can I do for you?”

The man, a healthy and elegant 40ish brunette, looked at you concerned “Y/N I know it’s hard to settle down, but I need you to be 100% focused today. The man who’s coming is a big deal for us, he’s a powerful figure in Washington politics! He has recently taken her mother’s place as CEO of the family company. So, I want us to make a good impression!” after saying that, he looked at you from head to toe, a bit baffled.

“So…” he continued “…I need you to – in that moment you really hoped you were about to receive a major task, finally a turning point – ..to run to the bar across the street and buy some coffee, and come back quickly!” All your expectations fell apart in a sea of disappointment. “Hurry up!”

You put on a forced smile and went straight to the exit.

After having waited in line for centuries, you figured that probably the client had to have arrived, and therefore, just as you had started your day, you came back running as fast as you could, to save time.

You were holding the coffee cups in your left hand, while you were struggling to turn off your phone, which had started ringing. Opening the glass door with your hip, you were still trying to silence the ringtone, this, without even minding where put your feet up. Ugh, mom, stop calling me...always the worst timing! you screamed in your own mind, frowning. Before you could slow down your steps, one of your heels didn’t grip well the lacquered floor, making you stumble and trip. A sudden change in your balance and you couldn’t avoid slipping forward, causing the not-so-angelic flying of coffee directly on the special guest of the situation.

Damn it.

And to make matters worse, you fell to the ground, cursing the day you were born. Hell no, it can’t have really happened to me. You had just made a complete ass of yourself. You would have rather sink below the waves into the oblivion.

“OH SHIT SHIT SHIT I-I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know h-how it happened!” you were apologizing, still keeping your eyes fixed on the once-full cups rolling down the parquet, next to your badly chipped mobile touchscreen.

“The floor must be slippery…please let me make it up to you, I ca- ” you stopped all of a sudden when you lifted your gaze, for the first time since you had stepped in. Standing in front of you there was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, like two burning flames almost forming deep holes in your soul.

It’s hot in here or it’s just me?

He was tall and his toned arms were easily visible through the once-white shirt. Now that expensive fashion piece was all covered by a huge stain of hot coffee. And it was your fault. You were speechless. Your attention all focused on the man’s features. Your gaze was busy running down those perfect shaped cheekbones and the sharp jawline. Oh boy, gods’ gift indeed.

Oddly familiar to you though.

You clearly remained to stare for too long to not be noticed, because the man himself broke the silence.

“Uhm, don’t worry” he seemed taken aback for a second “I’ll send it to the cleaners or I’ll throw it away, I don’t care” he said, immediately composing himself, while carefully unbuttoning the ruined shirt, with those long fingers... You were blushing. His low soothing voice sent shivers down your spine. But his tone was plain, no apparent emotion, he seemed almost indifferent, maybe even a little annoyed. Ah, pompous ass.

Your attention was caught by your boss, who, with a worried voice, while pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, proposed him to choose another shirt among the others and take it as an apology gift. The man accepted, nodding with a crooked smile and with smug remarks about the needlessness of gifts for a man as rich as him.

Cocky asshole! You mused, with a roll of her eyes.

Anxious to change the subject, Richard, started the introductions. “Mr Shepherd, she is my smart – but clearly clumsy – assistant, Y/N” at that very moment that name awoke the memories in your mind.

No. It can’t be true.

“Well, nice to meet you” he remarked “Y/N”, repeating your name like he was tasting it on his own tongue “..or so.” he added, with a stupid smug grin on his breathtaking face. When they shook hands, you felt a sort of jolt and realized you had been holding your breath all this time. You remained silent.

That was the same man you met 6 months ago on the flight you took to go to New York, when you moved for the first time. It was him the influential man of the meeting.

Duncan-fucking-Shepherd.

Duncan. This name was the only thing in your mind right now, while you were lying on the couch, in your little apartment, with a glass of wine loosely resting on your lower lip. Oh my God, did he recognize me? Did he figure out it was me? How had he called me that day? Oh, his angel, right. Fuck.

Your head hurt, but you couldn’t help but keep on repeat your two first meetings again and again in your mind. The Duncan Shepherd from today was completely different, compared to the man you had encountered on that plane.

He hadn’t talked about himself very much, just spilled that he was a businessman traveling for work. You had immediately noticed how mature he was to be in his late 20ish. And incredibly handsome. And charming. And seductive.

Ok, stop.

You still couldn’t understand why you. Among all the attractive available women he could easily have, during all the time of the flight, he had been flirting with you. You. He made you feel sexy, desirable and safe, after a very long time.

It was the first class. You were there because of a lucky misunderstanding. While the plane was taking off, you two had a moment, since he saw you panicking. You had started talking for real only two hours after having left Milan. The conversation started casually, then developed into a flirty game. Little did you knew that a few hours later, you would eventually find yourselves making out so much intensely, whilst the rest of the passengers was sleeping with lights off. This wasn’t like you; you were strangers after all. Damn, you only knew his first name. But you couldn’t help your crazy attraction towards him. A sort of electricity, a particular connection that you had never felt with anybody else in your life.

You were staring off into space, completely lost in your inner thoughts, while biting hard your lip and fidgeting with the hem of your oversize t-shirt. You nervously swallowed and closed your eyes. Your hand began to move from the fabric and wander over your bare legs, brushing them with your fingertips. Throwing back your head and swallowing again, you frowned and sighed. You couldn’t make those thoughts disappear. He got under your skin and no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake him.

His soft lips on yours, hot and peachy, the trailing of his wet open-mouthed kisses along your throat and the series of marks he was leaving on your skin, on the way down your collarbone. Feeling the smile of the other against your lips as you two kissed. The best feeling in the world. His small moans when you had pulled his lower lips between your teeth, while his hands were touching and roaming all over your body, as if he wanted to memorize each spot, each curve, each part of you. “Baby I wish it was just the two of us right now, damn, I want you so badly” he whispered. God, if they had been alone, you’d have gone further for sure. You were both turned on, you could tell, especially from the prominent bulge on his designer pants. All you wanted was to climb on top of him, straddling his hips, panting in his hear and feel his hot breath all over you. Intense was the craving to undress him, feel his skin against yours. Shit, it was like a living a dream.

The meeting had been canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. The situation was quite unpleasant. What you were supposed to do now?

Judgment Day had come. You hadn’t slept at all, all night spent tossing and turning between the sheets and looking at the ceiling. How were you supposed to act now? Should you have mentioned anything? What was really killing you, was the feeling that ‘your moment’ had meant nothing for him. Yes, after 6 months, you had gone over it, also because you had no idea how to contact him. But after seeing him again, all the buried thrills came rushing back. You absolutely needed to test the waters today. What did you have to lose? Well, your dignity maybe. If he wanted to, Duncan could have easily said something. And of course, a man of his status could have anything, or anybody, he wanted. Maybe you were overthinking, maybe not.

Since it was almost dawn, and the sun was peeking through the blinds, creating a delicate play of lights and shadows on the curtains, you decided you could actually distract yourself choosing what to wear for the meeting. You shouldn’t have done it. Your bedroom had become a battlefield, all your clothes scattered all over it, like some lifeless leftovers of the closet, now empty. Almost like a little bomb went off. You kept trying combinations on combinations, each time taking off the pieces and throwing them away anywhere around you, as if you were on the verge of a breakdown. It was still a business meeting; you couldn’t dress up too revealing or doll up too much. But at the same time, you’d never give up on being yourself and express your personality through what you wore. Respecting yourself was the most important thing. Self-love. However, this didn’t solve the problem at all. You wanted to appear at your best, challenge him, in a subtle way.

On your way to the office, an unexpected call tuned you away from your own thoughts.

“Richard! Good morning! Are you calling me for coffee? Because I’ve already stopped off at the bar, now tell me who is the best assistant in the whole world?! And I’m not even late!” your smile vanished as soon as your boss answered.

“WHAT?! What does it mean you won’t be there today?” Your heart skipped a beat and started pumping so much blood through your veins, that you felt as a heatwave was rushing inside of you. “W-well if you have family issues, we agree that it’s necessary to postpone the gathering..I-” your eyes widened at the realization that you’d be alone. With Duncan.

You almost fainted on the spot.

“I’m sure you can handle it on your own! You can still reach me with a phone call, if you ever need me. Plus, don’t you think this would be the right chance to prove yourself and finally level up, get noticed and considered for that vacant position in the style & design dep.? My money’s on you, girl!”

How could you blame him, though? He was always so encouraging.

You sighed through the phone, so he added “Look, it won’t be hard. Remember that Mr Shepherd is in your hands. We have to turn him into one of the brand advocates; he’s young, a self-made man, the best choice to promote the brand awareness. It’s up to you now.”

Wow, that’s very reassuring you figured, shaking your head.

“Ok, you can do this, I have to go now, let me know how it goes. Bye!” Fuck.

“W-wait! I can’t do that withou-” he has already hung up. Looking up to the sky and letting out a frustrating grunt, you allowed yourself a childish whine and mumbled a ‘why me’.

Now you were standing outside the building, trying to collect yourself before entering. You were wearing an oversized see-through blouse, tucked in a black knee-length skirt, and an *accent color* blazer with rolled-up sleeves, to complete the look. You were ready to fight. No more clumsy bullshit.

Breathe, remember to breathe you reminded yourself, looking at the elevator door.

You strode next to the receptionist’s desk, Tiffany, or, as you liked to call her, ‘Crazypants’; since her eyes were always so disturbingly wide open – Does she ever blink? – and her hair painfully pinned back, so tight that must have hurt her. She seemed a cross between a barbie and a psycho killer. As soon as you walked by her desk, Crazypants greeted you overly excited, calling you with her earsplitting high-pitched voice. You put on your fakest smile and replied,

“Morning Tiff, uhm, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have work to-”

“The client is already here. He’s waiting for you in the fitting room” she winked. Hell, you hoped your blushing wasn’t so obvious, you couldn’t even have a few minutes to be psychologically prepared. Well, maybe better pull off the band-aid.

“Thank you for warning me! I’ll be right there” you answered. Not even before your exams you felt all this pressure.

Why is it always so hot?!

Walking along the hallway as if you were going to your own execution, you found yourself in front of the door of the rehearsal room. You gently opened it and entered. Do you know when, at some point in movies, there’s a slow-motion moment with background music?! There it was. Precisely. He had his back turned, gazing the skyline through the glass wall. And the second he heard the clicking of a pair of heels, he turned his head, smiling at you and looking intensely at your figure. You were about to die for real now.

How could someone be so beautiful?

His hair perfectly styled, his hot stubble,... Oh, that stubble was your weakness. You could already feel it between your legs and…

“Hey hey, easy with that” he teased with his deep honeyed voice, pointing the take-out coffee cups you were holding. You winced and giggled

“I’ll never stop apologizing about that, ehm, incident…but if you want one, go ahead!”

You looked at each other smiling for a while, until you had to break the silence and eventually get down to business. “So, I guess it’s better if we start…Mr Shepherd, so then you’ll be free to go back to work”, he exhaled and nodded

“Oh please, just call me Duncan.”

You saw a sort of shift in his features. His face went blank. He adopted a bossier and intimidating position, like last time. Ok, maybe he just wants to keep it professional, I understand.

“When is Richard coming?” he questioned while taking his trench coat off. “To be honest, it’ll just be me today, but it’s all right, you’re in good hands” you slightly smiled. He sighed again and you rose your eyebrow, taking it as an unspoken insult.

“Is there a problem?”

“Well, yes, I didn’t come here to waste my time with a newbie assistant.” Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?”

“No need to get upset darling, this is what you are, after all” he stated shrugging. You were speechless; yes, you were an assistant, but the way he said that, as if you were a dumb zero…What an asshole.

“Oookay, since I’m here..let’s continue” he glanced at you, waiting for her next move. “I agree, you can change in the wa-” you paused; he was literally undressing in front of you.

“What? There’s nothing you’ve never seen...I guess” You were confused…was he teasing you or something? “You should be more professional, I’m saying it for you”, your rage slowly increasing and flowing throughout your entire body. He was a completely different man, with all those unnecessary mean remarks. He gave you mixed feelings. You would have punched him, but at the same time, contemplating his perfectly-shaped heavenly body, his toned muscles, his thighs..you wanted to jump on him, kiss him and be his, in every way possible.

“You’re staring.”

“W-what?! No. I’m waiting for you to finish undressing, so I can give you the first change to wear..”

“Sure.”

You’d already had enough of his attitude. “I suggest starting with this evening suit, since Richard told me you’ll attend a charity gala in a few days.”

“Hush, please, save it. I don’t need all your pointless suggestions. I can handle it by myself.” he seemed almost..angry? You didn’t know how to hit back anymore. Why was he acting like that, all of a sudden? He tried on a few different outfits while you were staying there, silent, shifting your weight from a leg to another, your eyes wandering through the room, your lips pressed into a thin line and your mind trying to figure out what was happening. Duncan, noticing the tapping of your fingers on your thigh, rolled his eyes and gave you an annoyed look.

Then he huffed “Impatient, uh?”

You were hovering on the brink of an outburst.

“Why don’t you do your job and bring me some water, or take notes, or whatever you get paid for?”

“My job is helping you find a set of appropriate clothes for various occasions, trying to create the right mix & match that suits your taste and personality...” you retorted in a plain tone.

“Oh, thanks for the not required explanation, Wikipedia..”

“..but I’m not stupid, I know what a fucking stylist does” he was pushing your buttons.

“If you’d allow me to do my job, instead of questioning me, I could recommend something..”

“No need to whine, baby girl…So do it, instead of staying there like a scared little girl.”

“If relying on someone to select your wardrobe really bothers you..why don’t you choose them by yourself?” you sassed, struggling to remain polite.

“Well, I’ve demanded the help of a professional, not that of a ‘coffee-bringer’…and I’m wasting my time here”.

Ok, that’s enough.

He was still a client, but for you being treated like that wasn’t acceptable anymore. “You know what? I don’t fucking care if I get fired after saying these words. But I’m done with your dumbass comments. You’re a douchebag. I’m trying to do my job and, just because you’re rich and influential, you think you can treat me like that. Like I’m trash?” you were finally giving in to an outburst “The saddest thing is that I really hoped you would remember me. About that moment we shared 6 months ago, on that flight to New York. But obviously, I’ve given it much thought. Turns out that I’m just one of many, aren’t I? I’ve been thinking about you for weeks and when I saw you again, it all came flooding back. I’m so stupid. It’s not your fault, I was wrong to think that day could have really meant something.”

While talking, you were struggling to hold back the tears, you weren’t supposed to look pathetic, but your eyes were already watering. “So, do me a favor: end this meeting now. I’ll call Richard and tell him to take care of you, since you do not believe I’m capable enough to fulfill your needs..”

“..oh and don’t worry about seeing me again, I don’t want anything to do with you! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” you spat, entering the small wardrobe room, without bothering to switch on the light, hoping that your angry tears would have remained unnoticed in the darkness and that Duncan would have gone for good. So you started moving crutches on the clothes stand, to make room for those outfits to restock over.

Unexpectedly you felt an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. It was Duncan. He hadn’t left.

His body pressed against yours, you were paralyzed, his arms keeping a firm grip on you. What’s happening? You knew you should have pushed him back and kick him out, but something inside you decided against it. It was like a part of your dumb heart wanted to stay still in that position forever. You two remained silent, until he whispered in your hear, with his hot breath and his cologne filling your nostrils - a mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood and tobacco.

“I’m sorry..” he sighed. He sounded sincere.

“..I went too far.”

Now your own hands were resting upon his arms. You could feel the heat his body was radiating right now. With a honeyed soft tone, he murmured “Please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that having you standing here again, in front of me, stunned me. I didn’t know what to do and I misunderstood your demeanor. I thought you were pretending nothing had happened, or that you didn’t recall that day, or that you simply didn’t care.”

His hold slowly loosened, allowing you to turn around and look at him with narrowed eyes and a puzzled expression, without a word.

“Uhm, I’m not very good at communicating my emotions, but you’re right. I’ve been a dick. You didn’t deserve it, but I was overwhelmed by the attempt to suppress my own feelings. Since I saw you again,”

he paused,

“you are all I can think about.” he admitted, stroking your tear-stained cheek with his thumb, but you tried to resist him,

“I hope you’re not trying to play me, because otherwise I’ll smash that stupid hot smirk to the ground.”

“So do you think I’m hot, uh?!”

“You dumbass.”

“God, you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad.” he teased, coming closer.

“What?” you giggled. He stared at your lips “I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you right now…” and unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip, pulling you even closer. You inhaled deeply. You were against his warm chest, sculpted to perfection. Why must he be so perfect? You placed your hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead you left it there. You froze, from both fear and excitement.

You two stared into each other’s eyes and his breathing quickened as did yours. He slowly leaned in, so his forehead rested against yours. You closed your eyes. Your faces were inches apart now, and he lightly traced your lips with one finger. His other hand placed behind your neck, shortening the distance even more.

Your noses bumped and your mouths matched up slightly-opened, breathing each other’s air directly. He brushed his lips against yours and you freaking loved it. You loved the way your body melted into his. The way your lips perfectly fitted like two puzzle pieces. The way Duncan held you tighter and tighter. It sent shivers down your back. His only desire was to touch you, to move his hands under your layers and feel your smooth skin.

You two broke the kiss for a second to catch your breath. Then he pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense. Duncan lowered his hands down your hips, cupping your ass and dragging you impossibly close. You deepened the kiss swallowing his groan of pleasure as you lost into each other, no space between you two. His hands were exploring your body, while you grabbed his hair tightly to restrain your own moans.

Slowly, you started exploring each other’s mouths with your tongues. Sometimes sucking his lower lip and biting it a little bit. He started kissing your jaw and leaving hickeys on your neck. He didn’t want to let you go, so he pulled you again and kissed you so hard, with much more intensity. He squeezed you, suggesting that he wasn’t going to stop. You didn’t mind at all and continued making out.

He slowly put his hands under your blouse, trying to reach and unhook your bra, eager to run his fingers along your breasts and rub it. You began unbuttoning his button-down, seductively leaving wet kisses and love bites on his chest. He moaned. Then Duncan raised your blouse and took it off completely, so he could see you.

“You’re beautiful” he purred, and started massaging your chest and kissing it hardly, licking and biting gently your nipple. While Duncan was playing with your body, you could only keep on tugging his hair, making his moans vibrate against your body. Then he kneeled down kissing your stomach.

Both of you couldn’t silent your groans anymore, the entire room was filled by sexual noises. But you didn’t care at all. You knew where it was going. Duncan pushed you against a wall, grinding on you and you could clearly feel his hardness pressed against your body. You needed more friction.

“Jump.” he suddenly hinted, and used his veiny arms to hold you up by your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your core was throbbing at that very moment.

But you were brought back to planet Earth right after; that divine feeling was ruined by a pesky thought that clouded your mind.

What if he’s just interested in sex?

He sensed your sudden slowing down. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered. When you remained silent, he brushed his mouth against your temple,

“Or now.”

he followed the line of your cheekbone,

“Or now.”

now he was kissing your chin,

“Or—”

then your lips were against his, again. You kept undressing slowly, savoring the moment.

But that damn thought came back, stuck in your mind. And eventually it hit you. “Wait…wait” you said, trying to steady your breathing.

“What’s wrong angel? I did something wrong or..” he questioned worriedly. “No, not at all, it was perfect..but I don’t think this is right.”

“Wait what?! Why?” Duncan replied in disbelief.

“I’m not a yes girl, Duncan. I’m not looking for casual hookups, I really want to know you better and see where this leads us.” you smiled reassuringly, caressing his cheek. You were scared as fuck. Maybe he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship, just random booty calls. But you had to take the risk. You wanted to.

“Uhm..yeah. I guess that sounds fair enough.” he chuckled and you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “How about a coffee date? I know a place, it’s quite secluded, to not attract the attention of press and journalists” you tilted your head and frowned,

“What do you mean?”

“Angel, I don’t want you to be targeted by newspapers, they aim to find some dirt on me and make every aspect of my private life public. I prefer keeping a low profile, and put you in an uncomfortable position is the last thing I would want.” “Oh, ok. I got it.” you were a little thoughtful, to be honest. But in that moment, you would have agreed with everything he was saying. You used every inch of strength you had, to stop and not go further. Not that there was anything wrong with that. You just wished to learn more about that handsome man in front of you; his desires, his passions, his values and aspirations.

“I’d better get back to work, they’ll wonder what happened to me.” he smirked. “Yeah, you better hurry up, then” you laughed, while putting your blouse on. “I’m gonna put aside the chosen clothes” you informed, but before you could leave the cramped room, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in his arms, giving a last soft peck on your lips.

“How can I focus now, with the thought of you against me?!”

“You’ll have to make do with the memory..” you shot back “..for now.” you cooed, whispering in his hear.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. You had exchanged numbers and with all those texts you were sending to each other, you felt like a schoolgirl again. Nothing could have ruined that sensation. Before going back home, Richard called you, questioning you about the meeting, not noticing your struggle to not make disconnected sentences or beat around the bush, to hide your embarrassment. Then, to thank you for having his back, he gave you another assignment: a high-society lady had requested a selection of gowns to choose, to attend a few fundraising events. Another important add-on for your CV. A few more efforts and they would have finally offered you the long-awaited position in the creative team.

The consultation had been set up two days later, you had to go to the customer’s penthouse this time. Ugh, lazy rich people. You rang the doorbell and right after you were greeted by a thin blonde girl, all fake boobs and tinted tips, wearing a dress that seemed closer to a long top, rather than an actual dress.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Come in! I’ll be right back” she yelled. You came in holding the garment bag; you were shocked when you found out how actually big the apartment was: super modern, black & white themed and with some art hanging on the walls.

Uhm, de gustibus you muttered to yourself.

“Here I am, sorry for the waiting. I am Madison!” Why rich people seem so reluctant to share their last name with me? you mused, smiling to yourself.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

And then Madison took you to what has to be her large bedroom. Odd. That seemed more like a bachelor to you, but judging wasn’t your thing.

The fitting went smooth as silk. This Madison was a bombshell, every single dress fitted her body as it was sewn on her. For the upcoming event she chose a nude silk dress, that perfectly matched her skin tone. She looked pretty excited for the pick, so much that she started screaming and calling out loud, making you aware that there was someone else around.

“Muffin come here!!! I chose the dress!! It’s perfect oh my God! You must see it before I take it off!”

MUFFIN.

Seriously? Do not laugh, please, do not laugh.

You were biting her lip a little too hard. While Madison kept calling her…muffin, you decided to do something and began packing all the stuff back up into the bag.

“Oh finally, you walk so slow, babe…now, look! What do you think?” Before the man could answer she continued “Oh wait, how rude I am. Y/N, this is my fiancé...”

As soon as you turned around and lifted your gaze, your heart stopped beating.

“…Duncan!”

His smile soon disappeared too, replaced by a shocked and guilty expression, like a deer caught in the headlights. You froze in place.

You were trying to hold back the impending flood of tears, washing it away with your anger. A million different feelings rushed through you, but at the same time you couldn’t feel anything, just your own heart, literally breaking down in pieces.

“Do you already know each other?” Madison asked, noting Duncan’s surprise. You gathered all the strength left within you and stated

“Just one of the many customers.”

Then, lowering your broken voice, you sputtered a “Now I really have to go.”

Without saying anything more, you took the garment bag and run straight to the door, shutting it down behind your back. Right after, a teardrop rolled over your cheek, and your eyes started watering. Once that the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Before turning into a sobbing mess, you walked fast down the hallway, reaching the elevator and waiting for the doors to open up.

Before you could take another step, a large hand took you by the wrist, keeping you in place. You turned around and instantly pushed him back, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Please,” he begged,

“Let me explain. Please, I don’t want to lose you! We have something..w-we can talk about it, please, wait!”

“Go to Hell” you snapped;

and then you shoved his hand away, entering the elevator. Stupid. I am so fucking stupid. You two looked at each other one last time, shedding tears. The eyes of both soaking blatantly. And then the doors shut.

That heartbreak felt like concrete drying in your chest.

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