#Duncan Shepherd Blurb

[littledemondani]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Close your eyes - and no peeking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

//

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[wroteclassicaly]

How about Duncan or Michael as Christian Grey....thay would be so incredibly hot

Alright, so I don’t like Christian Grey, but I can do some tweaking to this concept. ;) Thank you for your ask!

I chose to do both Michael & Duncan, because it’s a mini follow-up to my drabble Listen To That. I hope it’s to everyone’s liking, as I am slowly trying to get back into the swing of things. <3 Another thing to note: I added in two gifs of Michael you can pick from as your visual for this. I know we have some long haired Michael haters, lol.

Fair warning: I don’t have the option to add in a read more, so take the tags at value. It’s... quite nasty. :P

Warnings: What warnings won’t be on this? Lmao. Anal, degrading talk, choking, vaginal sex, hair pulling, sex toys, bondage, spanking, & filthy talk. I think that covers it? Lol.

Has the temperature gone up in here? Or is that just the beads of perspiration streaming down your arm in their mini pools? You aren’t really sure, limbs having lost their ability to keep upright on their own. You begin to suffocate in that delicious bubbling heat your lovers have encased you inside. Duncan is saying something, Michael right on his heels.

Both men are bare for your sight to behold... if you could see anything beyond the double layered blindfold Michael secured around your head. You can practically taste that smirk coming off Duncan’s perfect mouth. His stubble caresses your chin in such a manner that you’re quivering, praying to Michael to ease up on you, despite knowing he’s cut from the cloth of Satan.

“Pray again and I’ll gag you with my cock, bitch.” Is all Michael responds with.

Yeah, he heard.

You don’t dare speak, but you want to, especially with Duncan’s calloused thumb pathing invisible shapes across your bottom lip, pressing against your teeth.

“Is she still being greedy and insatiable, Michael?” He questions, hand finding purchase on your throat, pressing in, tilting your head back until you can feel his knuckles brushing the underside of your chin.

“She’s being a slut, Duncan. I don’t think we have mastered our ownership over her yet, it seems.” Michael is by your left side, teeth scraping across your shoulder.

Both your boys love to cover you in their marks.

~*~

Time has stopped, just like it always does when you’re with them. Kisses; wet and hot. Bodies smeared in sweat, sliding all over one another. Your hands and ankles are bound, keeping you exposed for them to observe. It’s like some sexual buffet, and you’re their main course.

Michael brings a ring - covered hand in quick, violent strikes across your ass, leaving a hot as hell handprint behind. Duncan is berating your cunt for being so tight (Even though he fucking loves it.) He grips a fistful of your hair and pulls so hard that you cry out, your head falling back onto Michael’s shoulder, on a particularly brutal thrust the antichrist gives into your ass, pulling the chain on the nipple clamps they had attached to you. It goes on this way: Duncan presses deeper into your sopping cunt, you’re smashed into Michael, the force earning him deeper entrance from behind.

Michael’s hair tickles your blush red cheek, making you tremble with appreciation. Between that and Duncan’s damn beard... you’re about to explode. You know they can feel you. All of you clinging, trusting one another, you at their maniacal, animalistic mercy.

[fckinsupreme]

Do you write for Duncan?? If you do then could you please write about him being president elect and his inauguration and becoming first lady ❤️

The biggest day in a President’s life had come, and Duncan had handled it without a hitch. Inauguration Day was quite a busy affair, with reporters and others alike flocking to the Capitol to see their next leader take their oath of office. Duncan Shepherd, or President Shepherd, as he was now known, couldn’t be happier, and you couldn’t be more thrilled for him and all that he accomplished. You were now First Lady, and you could think of no one better to claim that title with than Duncan. He worked hard for this, and after you had held his Bible upon which he took the oath, you had taken your seats together to finish out what little was left of the morning’s events.

You clasp hands with Duncan, looking over at him with the warmest, most proud smile you could muster. All at once, the events of moments ago come flooding back: His confidence as he stepped up to take the oath, his hand raised as the other was planted upon the Bible, the words flowing effortlessly from his mouth as he was told to repeat them, his blue eyes shining in the sun. To say that you were proud of him, that you were bursting at the seams with joy that his dream had come true, was a serious understatement. You knew that the road ahead would be long and grueling, but you also knew that he would handle it with grace that only he could possess. There was no challenge that he could not do, and no task he could not conquer. He had the perfect mindset for a leader, and it was going to serve him well on this new adventure. And you were going to be here for him every step of the way, with no intentions of straying from the path that the two of you were now on. You know that he is going to go down as one of the greatest presidents in history, and as if he were reading your thoughts, he speaks quietly to you.

“I am so glad that you were here to share this with me,” he whispers. “I couldn’t ask for a better wife to embark on this journey with, or for a better First Lady.”

He kisses the back of your hand, making eye contact as he does so. You grin, then say: “And I can think of no better president to lead this country to greatness. You’re going to do a fantastic job, and there is no better person for it.”

“Thank you for everything you’ve done to get me here,” Duncan says. “For pushing me, for doing all you could to help me with my campaign and with winning, and getting me to where I am right now. I honestly could never have done this without you.”

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[daadddysprincessss]

Bonfire nights

Parings: Jim mason x y/n

Summary: takes place in the past - the first memories you had of jim. Most likely a 2 or 3 part series

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

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You sat on your favourite rock - close enough to hear the waves crash at the other rocks beneath you - but far enough for the water not to reach you, it was where you first met - Jim.

At the other end of the beach you could hear laughing in the distance, it reminded you of the late nights with Jim and his friends - you would watch them from afar, they always seemed to be laughing and having fun by the bonfire - you were a watcher. 

-2 months ago-

You watched and listened to Jim and his friends for what seemed like forever - you wanted to be like them - outgoing, goofy, sporadic- you were neither of those things, they just seemed like a really cool crowd of people. But one night it was all about to change - Jim saw you sitting alone as he slowly walked down the mini trail that lead into the bay-

“Hey - you alright” Jim called out from behind you

You turned your head slightly to see who it was - “yeah im fine” - Jim had messy brown curls, bright ocean eyes you could see from a mile away - and he was always in that jean jacket, it suited him so well. This was your first memory of Jim - of course you saw him at school but you never actually talked to him.

“Wanna come join our fire” jim asked softly as he walked towards you

You turned to face him then immediately looked over at the huge bonfire - “its not really my scene over there” you laughed - you could hear ms popular heathers laugh above them all.

Jim laughed - “its not mine either but its a lot less lonely”

You pulled your jacket tighter to your body - “maybe” you spoke softly - you did have a small crush on Jim, he was kind and sweet (from what you could see).

Jim crouched down beside you - “the offer is always standing love” he smiled as he looked out into the ocean with you.

“Thanks” you smiled - “im y/n” you spoke softly

“Jim - Jim mason” he smiled - god there's that smile. Jim knelt there for a few more minutes then got up walked towards his mini party -

“Bye Jim” you said quietly to yourself

Its been a few days since you’ve seen Jim in the bay of palos - but you would see and hear his mum pacing back and forth yelling at the bay boys (jims friends) for being so damn loud at night, but you had hoped to see him again..

-2 weeks pass by-

You decided to change it up and go out to the bay earlier - you wanted to soak in the sun… for once - today was different, it was quiet and calm, the tide was low, there was not a segal near to hear, but the best part was there was no bay boys, just Jim and his twin sister Medina surfing. Jim and Medina were basically attached at the hip - but they have such different personalities, Jim was a ‘follower’ and Medina had a strong personality, I guess their relationship was unique. 

Both of them made surfing look so easy, you could never ! on the best of days you were lucky not to trip over your own 2 feet.

“HEY” Jim yelled from what seemed like the middle of the bay - his hand was waving at you

You had your legs stretched out with a book in your hand - homework of course - for a second you didnt realize Jim was waving at you, “what? Me??!” you yelled back at him

Medina waved her hand to come join them - “I'M STUDYING” you yelled back while holding your book up.

An hour or so went by without any disturbance from the mason twins, it was nice - peaceful. You could help but think of what Jim looked like while out on the ocean, and the texture of his hair - he probably smelt of salt water - his beautiful chocolate curls probably look amazing after being in the water all afternoon.

“Hey sunshine - how've you been” Jims voice boomed from above you while he blocked your sun-

“I've been well - how about yourself mason” you looked up at him - “it been awhile” you laughed.

“Yeah yeah - it's good to be back, but hey - you still owe me” Jim smiled 

“Excuse me - owe you what ?” you questioned him, then yourself

“You said maybe to coming to a bonfire and i didnt see you at the last 2 we had, so your coming tonight” jim smiled as he unzipped the top half of his wetsuit 

“Tonight? I - im uh busy” you tried to make an excuse - he was a gift sent from god, the way the water droplets fell down his shoulders onto his chest - it made it hard to concentrate 

Jim laughed - “i'll come pick you up, lets say 8pm?” 

Its like he didn't even give you a choice - “uh - sure, yeah that works”

“Its the blue house yeah?” jim asked as he pointed to the blue-ish white house with no fence

“Yep - thats me” you laughed

“Its a date” Jim smiled as he picked up his board and walked away

“A - date” you whispered to yourself

Within seconds of realizing you were going on a mini date with Jim freaking Mason you stood up and grabbed your belongings and literally ran up the hiking trail - you needed to get ready, to shower, pick out an outfit, hair, makeup - but there just felt like there was not enough time. 

When you got into your bedroom you dropped everything on the floor and headed to your dresser -- you picked out a pair of black ripped jeans, and paired it with a pale yellow graphic tee, for shoes you would probably just wear your vans - who cares if they were dirty, they were old anyways. As for your hair you sprayed some dry shampoo at the root and a texture spray throughout - the messy style just fit you perfect.

‘Y/n! - theres a young man at the door for you” you mother called out

“Already?” you spoke quietly to yourself - you quickly grabbed your cell, and a pony… just incase.

It felt like you ran down the stairs but you knew you werent it was just moving so fast - “hi Jim” you smiled when you met him at the bottom 

“You look - wow” Jim smiled at you

There it was - that smile, it melted your heart - maybe cause it was the way his eyes smiled with his mouth - or maybe cause he just seem genuinely happy.

“Shall we ?” jim held his hand out for you

Your fingers interlocked his and he quickly pulled you out the front door - “arent we taking this path” you questioned jim as he walked past the short cut down -

“No” he shook his head as he kept walking with you

Something didnt feel right, you have never seen jim take the long before - “jim where are we going”

“Down to the bay - where just gonna take a different path, i dont wanna share you with anyone yet”

“Share me?” you raised a brow

“Yeah - your the dark mysterious girl, and i like that.”

“Jim your freaking me out” your feet stopped in place

“Im sorry - i didnt mean to freak you out - i just wanna get to know you better before my friends rip me away’ his voice cracked

“Oh-” your voice was low - “so your just gonna ditch me with a bunch of random popular girls?”

“Oh god no - medina, my sister will be there. And besides your staying by my side.” Jim smiled

You nodded your head and proceeded walk behind jim - the both of you walked in silence for a moment, you reached the top of the bay -

“y/n” 

“Yeah jim” you looked up at him

“I really like you - i kinda always have.” jims eyes locked to yours

[certifiedmoth]

Please Say Yes

Single Dad!Duncan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Duncan wants to propose to Y/N, but his son ruins the surprise.

Notes: Okay, I wrote this really fast and it probably isn’t the best thing ever, but my heart was literally going AWWW the whole time I wrote this, so enjoy!! (single dad!duncan owns me, y’all) gif credit to @spellman

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word Count: 3.2K

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“Do you understand, bub?”

The four-year-old sitting on Duncan’s lap scrunched up his face playfully while nodding his head enthusiastically.

“We can’t tell mama!”

“Mhm, yes. And why can’t we tell mama?” Duncan bobbed his leg up and down, sending his son into a fit of giggles.

“Because marrying mama is a secret, shhh,” he held his tiny finger up to his mouth and spoke in a whisper, making sure to be as quiet as his little voice would let him.

“Well, asking her to marry daddy is a secret. Mama can’t know at all, it’s a surprise, okay?” He looked his son right in his eyes, hoping he was listening carefully to what he was telling him. “Mama’s going to be really, really happy, as long as it’s a surprise and we don’t tell her before the right time, okay?”

“When’s the right time? Right now?” His son’s big, blue eyes went wide with curiosity.

Duncan let out a soft chuckle, “Well, not right now, bub. Daddy will know the right time; you don’t need to worry about that.” He kissed the top of his son’s hair, holding him close to his chest and savoring this blissful moment. “Just don’t tell mommy.”

~

You and Duncan had been together for three happy years now; something of a record for Mr. Shepherd. He had known from the very first moment he laid his eyes on you that you were meant to be in his life. Stolen glances at work led to steamy makeout sessions in his office which, then, (miraculously, he thought) led to a first date. Duncan had always known how special you were, but it was then, on that first date, as he stared at you smiling from across the table, illuminated by the soft moonlight and laughing at your own joke, that he truly realized that he selfishly wanted you all to himself and that he’d do everything in his power to make that a reality.

A year prior to meeting Y/N, Duncan had experienced one of the worst pains of his life when the mother of his son took off and left. They hadn’t been together long and the pregnancy was a complete surprise, but he had sworn right then and there, as he looked down at the positive pregnancy test, that he would be the best father to his child and the most supportive and loving partner to his girlfriend the world had ever seen. But she had other plans for her life, it seemed; she left shortly after the birth, leaving behind a heartbroken Duncan to solely take care of their child.

Even with the amazing gift that his son was, he truly believed that he would always be alone; destined to share this life with nobody but himself. But then you came along, and flipped a light switch on, suddenly changing his whole outlook on everything and bringing an immense amount of love and light into him and his son’s life that he had never imagined possible. You brightened everything for him.

From a cocky bachelor to a single dad, cherishing domesticity with his son and the love of his life, Duncan often reminisced on how he had gotten here in life. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to deserve a life as amazing and meaningful as this one; it was something he would always cherish. He had his family – His family. His to hold and love. His to keep him warm at night and comfort him when troubled thoughts filled his head. You and his son were all he needed in his life. And all that was left to do was ask you to be his forever.

~

- Two weeks later -

The bubbly boy sitting next to you focused intently on the drawing before him, while he excitedly rambled on and on about the dog he had seen that morning.

“He tried to lick my nose,” he scrunched up his small nose as his addictive giggles filled the air; turning to you, he mimicked the dog with his tongue sticking out and continued laughing without a care in the world. Always such an expressive one, you thought, as you felt the corners of your own mouth lifting while you stared at the lively boy beside you.

“Why don’t you draw the doggie in your picture?” You smiled back at him, moving some of the loose strands of hair out of his face. He had his father’s hair and it soothed you to see so much of Duncan in him.

“No!” he yelled defiantly while a great, big smile appeared on his face as he got up and started dancing (or at least, what a toddler’s definition of dancing was). Okay… you knew what was going on here. He was clearly in one of his “silly moods”; something Duncan liked to call his random outbursts of excitement and giggling. He twirled around the room, singing and laughing as if he were the happiest person alive, before running back to you and plopping down on the ground next to you and his coloring station.

“Somebody’s being silly,” you scrunched up your nose at him, watching him as he dramatically laughed and got back to coloring his picture. “But bub, I have a question,” you frowned, exaggerating your sad tone. “Why no doggie?” you fake cried, hoping to bring even more laughter out of him.

“Because we don’t have one, you silly!!” He yelled, finding the whole situation quite hilarious. “This is our family,” he pointed to the picture. “And we don’t have a doggie, so he can’t go in here.”

“Oh, okay. I understand,” you nodded, enjoying the seriousness and accuracy he put into his art. Peeking over his head to see the masterpiece itself, you found a tall figure that must have been Duncan since a (very large) cellphone was placed in his hand. You silently made a note to tell Duncan about it later; you were sure he would think it was adorable funny. Then, there was your little one right in the middle with a big, gigantic smile plastered on his face; that part seemed quite accurate. Your eyes continued scanning the page, landing on the figure that must have been you, but you were wearing a long, white dress with something covering your face; a very odd sight that caused you to tilt your head in confusion, trying to understand what you were looking at. It was honestly very sweet and endearing, but also suspicious, to say the least.

“Hey bub, why am I wearing that?” you pointed to the cartoon version of yourself.

“Because that’s what people wear when they get married,” he replied softly and casually while focusing on coloring in the grass expertly.

Your heart stopped for a split second as you heard him speak those words so nonchalantly. Had Duncan said something to him? Or perhaps, maybe his preschool teacher had taught them about what a wedding was and he simply was a curious and intrigued child? It must be the latter, you thought. He must have seen a wedding in one of his cartoons, or saw it in a book.

You tried to rid your brain of dangerous, exciting thoughts and calm yourself of the possibility of something bigger taking place right now, but failed horribly after several minutes of a very anxious internal dialogue with yourself.

“Bub, why am I wearing it, though?”  you spoke up suddenly, the confusing thoughts in your head still running rampant as your heartbeat raced.

“Because daddy said he’s gonna marry you, so you have to wear white!! Daddy read this book to me and the girl in it got married and she wore white, so you have to wear white, silly.”

Your eyes went wide and it was as if the air had been knocked right out of your lungs; you were sure you would have looked paralyzed if anyone had walked in at that exact moment. You had thought of the possibility of Duncan proposing one day; you both had talked about it casually before, but you didn’t know that he was actually planning to ask you to be his wife.

You were shocked, confused, beyond ecstatic… You felt so many different things, all completely at the same time, and you didn’t exactly know how to process everything you were feeling; this was foreign territory. Your head swirled and buzzed while the little boy next to you sat unbothered by the bombshell he had just dropped, mindlessly coloring the sky a light blue color on the paper in font of him.

“When did daddy say all of this?”

His little head turned to you, about to answer your question with an excited smile on his face, when he suddenly remembered the day his dad had sat him on his lap and told him his great, big secret plan. But he had told him not to tell you. That’s what he had said: To not tell mama. That only daddy could tell her and only when it was the right time. This was not the right time. And daddy wasn’t even here. Slowly, his smile turned to a frown and glossy tears began to prick the corners of his bright blue eyes.

“Oh no, baby, what’s going on?” Your voice was laced with concern as you watched his face contort with sadness. In this moment, you forgot about the picture. You forgot about what he was about to say. You forgot about any future proposal. You only cared about why your sweet boy had become so incredibly distraught. His cheeks grew warm and he suddenly started wailing as tears began to flow freely down his face, his poor lungs struggling to draw in air from crying so hard.

The door to the home office slammed open and Duncan came running out, his eyes wide with worry and concern as he noticed you in the middle of the floor, cradling his little boy. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, he just started crying,” your looked up at Duncan hopelessly while you held your little one to your chest, rocking him back and forth and trying your best to comfort him and ease him of whatever pain he was feeling. It was just as painful for you as it was for Duncan to see him so uncontrollably distraught. You’d do anything to make him feel better, no matter the cost. And Duncan was right there with you; he’d do anything to protect his son from this world. Which is why it was so hard to see him like this right now. A very worried Duncan kneeled next to you and started gently stroking his son’s back in a calm and soothing manner.

“Bub, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Duncan whispered in his ear, hoping to god something wasn’t causing him physical pain.

Your little one hesitantly lifted his head from your chest and looked up at his dad with tears running down his red face, trying to speak but all that came out were more choked sobs. “I- I ruined the surprise,” you almost didn’t catch his timid voice amidst the strangled sobs. Duncan’s face twisted in confusion, not sure what his poor child was talking about.

“Bub, what surprise?” Duncan asked softly while continuing to rub his son’s back. You held him in your arms, swaying him back and forth and he finally started to calm down a bit. He sniffled and played with your hair, focusing on trying to tell his dad what he meant.

“Dada, I said you were gonna marry mama,” he let out another small sob, feeling overwhelmed with the whole situation. He was afraid Duncan would be mad at him and that he’d be in trouble for telling you, but most of all, he was just unbearably sad for letting down his dad.

Duncan’s breath hitched in his throat as he heard his son’s confession; his eyes instantly flickered to yours, which were already staring at him, wide and bright with curious wonder. There was so much vulnerability in his blue eyes; you’d never seen him like that before. It was almost startling to look at the love of your life and see a different side to him, one you’d never caught a glimpse of before. He had never felt so exposed and caught off guard in all his life; tears had started to prick the corners of his own eyes. It was beautiful and painful to watch, you thought.

This wasn’t how he had planned it. This wasn’t at all how he had planned it. He was going to wait for the perfect moment... The perfect dinner with a perfect bottle of champagne, under the same moonlight he had fallen in love with you, only to then, get down on one knee, take your hand in his, and ask you to be his and only his forever. Truth be told, that moment had come and gone. Or, at least half of it. He had taken you out to dinner the week before, but he had never gotten down on one knee and he had never asked you that one question that had been dancing across his mind every second of every day since he had finally decided to propose. Deep down, he was terrified. Terrified that you would reject him and he’d lose you forever. A part of him still felt he didn’t deserve you and that one day, you’d realize it.

But now, everything was out in the open. His wants, his feelings, his plans for the future: All of it. He was exposed. Duncan had no wall to hide behind now; his son had torn it down for him.

“Baby, there’s no need to cry. You didn’t ruin anything,” your soft voice spoke to the little boy cradled in your arms, snapping Duncan out of his anxious thoughts. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy isn’t upset with you and mommy isn’t either. We love you so, so, so very much, okay?” You pulled back to look him in his tear-filled eyes. “It’s okay, my love,” you gave him a genuine smile, rubbing his back with small circles.

He was comforted by your words and nestled his head against your neck, feeling the worry start to leave his tiny body. Only small sniffles could be heard now as his eyes started to get heavy with sleep. You continued gently stroking his back as you helped to softly lull him to sleep.

“Plus, mommy wants to marry daddy, too.”

Duncan’s head snapped up, locking his wide eyes with yours as an incredulous look overcame his features. Had he heard you correctly? Had you really meant what you had just whispered? He’d never felt his heart beat this fast in all his life; it felt as though it was about to explode right out of his chest.

“She does?” Duncan spoke quietly and carefully, as you both realized the sweet boy in your arms was now fast asleep from wearing himself out so suddenly with his tears.

You nodded your head, looking at him with every single ounce of love and adoration you had felt for him the past three years of your beautiful relationship. He inched his way closer to you, closing the distance between yourselves while being careful not to wake his son.

He leaned in to place a feather light kiss to your lips, “You know, I had something planned…”

“Is that so?” you smiled against his lips, the small burn of his stubble rubbing against your skin and the warm scent of his cologne mixing to remind you of home.

“Mhm, but I guess this will have to do,” his voice was soft and playful as he reluctantly pulled away from you, reached into his pocket and retrieved a small plush box. You let out a sudden breath, you hadn’t known you’d been holding in, and felt tears begin to spill over your cheeks.

Duncan adjusted himself so he was on one knee and slowly opened the small box in his hands, revealing the most dazzling diamond ring you had ever seen; he had picked it because the sparkle it gave off was reminiscent of your beauty in the moonlight. He looked at you adoringly through crystal, blue eyes, letting a content sigh fall from his lips as he stared at his entire world right in front of him.

“I am so completely and insanely in love with you, Y/N,” he smiled softly as he whispered to you. “I cherish this life we’ve built together, and I can never thank you enough for being there for our son. You’re the best mother this world has ever had and the best partner I could ever ask for. Some days I wake up and I still can’t believe that you’re in my life,” he laughed lightly as his voice began to break; his own tears threatening to spill over now. “You came into my life and made every aspect of it better and, now, I only ask that you allow me the opportunity to do the same for you.”

You held your hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you peered, through teary eyes, at the love of your life.

With one last exhale and smile, Duncan looked up at you and whispered, “Will you marry me?”

You let out a squeaking noise and nodded frantically while tears fell down your cheeks. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!” you tried your best to keep your voice quiet, so as not to disturb the sleeping child in your arms, but you were too overcome with excitement and love for this man.

Duncan’s face lit up and he gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen as he quickly enveloped you in his arms, placing gentle kisses to your face. You could feel his own tears on his cheeks now as he kissed you tenderly. You’d never felt so happy in all your life. This truly was all you needed: Duncan and your son. Your family.

He placed one last passionate kiss to your lips, deepening it while your hand ran through his soft hair. Reluctantly, he pulled away once again, brushing his lips against yours. “What do you say we put little bub down for his nap and then we go and celebrate in our own special way?”

You smiled against his lips, wanting nothing more than to show him just how much love you had for him. “Sounds good to me,” you whispered, placing one more kiss to his lips before feeling Duncan’s hand hold onto yours gently, pulling you up and leading you to the beginning of a new life.

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[hecohansen31]

12 18 49 and 54 for Duncan

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

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

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Fluff, Mention of Smutty Books!

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

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

‘But only if I get my gift!’

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

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

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

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

And yet here you were.

Giving Duncan your favorite book.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sweetie”.

“Next time I’ll get you a bookstore”.

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

[babypinkstyles94]

Up In The Sky

Up In The Sky

Duncan Shepherd x reader

word count: 1k (sorry it’s a little shorter than my other work)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink

Notes: I’ve had this requested for a hot minute and was really inspired to write it today. Thank you anon for requesting!! All the love and enjoy!

Since you had started dating Duncan Shepherd you had become accustom to the busy moving schedule he had for work. He was on a plane at least twice every two to three weeks going from state to state meeting with important business partners. He never asked you to come with him because he knew how boring it could be and he didn’t like the stares some of his employees gave you. This time though you had suggested coming along because he was going to be gone for longer than you wanted and he was going to California which was almost a second home for you guys.

His alarm went off at about five in the morning and he was showered, dressed, and putting the last of his things in his suitcase by the time you had finished getting ready. Duncan was dressed in his usual black slacks and black leather jacket, handsome as ever with his beard that was about two days old. You had gone with some simple black leggings, a big fuzzy sweater, and your classic vans. He gave you a smirk when you finally came down the steps with your black YSL bag on your arm.

“All set baby? We can grab some coffee on the way there; I know you’ll be a grump without it.” Duncan said and you smacked his arm but gave him a nod.  “You look really handsome babe even for just going on a jet.” Placing a kiss on his cheek, you grabbed your phone and the two of you headed out to the car waiting outside. It was about an hour drive to the airport where the private jet was waiting and you had fallen asleep against Duncan’s shoulder almost twenty minutes into the drive. To tell the truth you were still exhausted from the sex the two of you had had last night. Duncan had pushed you down into the mattress and hadn’t let up until you had cum at least three times.

You felt the car roll to a stop and Duncan press a kiss to your cheek before whispering, “Wake up love.” The Shepherd’s private jet was nice, I mean it’s not like you’ve been on any other private jets but the seats were soft and comfortable, the flight attendants were sweet (except for one girl whose eyes lingered to long on Duncan) and never budged with asking to many questions so you thought it was pretty good. The crew helped load all of the bags and Duncan grabbed everything you wanted with you. He let you go up the stairs first; a hand protectively on your waist and you took a seat by one of the windows.

Sipping on your coffee and scrolling through your phone, you waited for Duncan to come take his seat next to you. He usually liked to talk with the pilot before takeoff and grabbed some water so no one would bother him for a while. You looked up at his familiar footsteps and gasped a little bit at his appearance. The sun was just coming up and had cast a golden light on his face, his blue eyes absolutely electrifying. You could see the small dark bruise on his neck from your mouth and how his lips still looked fuller from kissing you so roughly last night. You could already feel the deep tinge in your core at how amazing he looked and the ghost feeling of his hands gripping onto your hips.

It was about an hour into the flight and Duncan was typing away on his laptop for who knows what. You had been looking up at him every few minutes and staring at him, at his long fingers typing away on the keys (the same fingers that had been pushed past your lips last night after he’d fingered you on the couch). Your panties had been ruined the moment he caught you staring, he’d paused his typing and said your name in a stern voice before giving you a wink.

“Mr. Shepherd can I get you anything?” The one flight attendant who you did not care for had walked up to Duncan, completely ignoring you. You hated the way she licked her lips at him and how her eyes lingered obviously at his crotch. “No thanks Daisy.” Duncan said with a short tone, not even looking up at her. “Are you sure, I can’t get you anything? Anything at all…” Her hand moved down to his bicep and in that moment you’d never been so jealous. “He said no so you can go back to cutting up fruit and pouring coffee.” You blurted out earning a scowl from Daisy and an eyebrow raise from Duncan.

“No need to be rude love, she’s harmless.” He said and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah I’m sure she is, I’m sure she wasn’t going to get on her knees right there and suck your dick if I hadn’t been sitting here. Actually she probably still would have.” You huffed and folded your arms, Duncan frowning at you and going back to typing. The flames you felt in your stomach were making you angry and you got up quickly, going back to the bathroom. Turning on the cold water, you splashed your face and tried to calm down a little bit because if you went back out there and saw her- her head would be ripped off.

There was a knock on the door and before you could say anything Duncan’s tall frame was coming in. “Um excuse me I didn’t say you could come in Duncan.” He rolled his eyes and stood with his back against the door. It was a pretty small room, bigger than most plane bathrooms but still not big enough for the two of you to have a lot of space. “Are you gonna stop acting like a brat y/n?” Duncan said and stared at you. “I am not acting like a brat! She touched you and was staring at your dick, what do you want me to do?!” You exclaimed.

He took a step closer to you, your back hitting the sink and looked at your mouth before speaking. “So you’re jealous and being a brat. Did daddy not teach you a lesson last night y/n?” His eyes met yours and that tinge in your stomach hit you full force. One of his hands reached out and cupped your cheek, pulling you forward a little bit. “Does it make you angry that she touched me that she was thinking about having my cock down her throat?” A whine left your throat and you reached out to grab at his waist. You roughly yanked at his loop in his pants, crashing his hips into yours.

“ ‘S mine…you’re mine Duncan. That bitch doesn’t touch what is mine.” You all but growled against his mouth before he crashed his lips onto yours. Your hands pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders and were already bunching up the black tshirt he wore. Nails scratching up his chest and grabbing onto his styled brown hair, he let out a groan and moved to sucking on the bruise he’d left on your collar bone the night before. Duncan hated to admit it but he would have cum right then at how possessive you were right now.

You ran your hands back down his body and palmed his cock through his pants before giving him a good few squeezes, his eyes screwing shut and his jaw clenching. Popping the button open and pushing his pants along with his underwear down, you started to stroke his cock. “That feel good baby? Having my hands on you, knowing exactly what you like. She doesn’t know how to make you cum like I do.” Duncan was losing it as groans flew from his mouth against your neck. “Fuck feels so good baby…you know what would feel even better though?” He said in your ear, his voice gaining that control back as he pulled you away from him and spun you around with your front pressing against the sink.

“My cock in your tight little pussy.” His hips thrust against your ass and you both moaned.

Duncan expertly pushed your leggings down and ran two fingers through your heat before pushing them inside of you. “So fucking wet baby, I’ll never get over how soaked you get for me.” Through the mirror in front of you, the two of you made eye contact and you felt the tip of Duncan’s cock rub against you. “Yes please.” You breathed out, eyes closing and then a loud moan leaving you as he thrust into you. His hands went to your hips, his grip never letting up as he pounded into you. You were trying to keep your whines and moans at bay but then you remembered that bitch and decided to be a little louder.

“Harder Duncan please! Oh fuck me! Yes just like that!!” You moaned out and Duncan picked up his pace, his hand yanking you back flush against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re so tight fuck! I just fucked you and you still grip my cock like the first time I ever took you baby.” His voice had gotten deeper and you grabbed his hand, pushing it against your core so he could rub at your clit. “Need daddy to help you out a little bit huh? Can tell you’re close baby.”

You were pretty sure everyone in the jet knew what was going on but that excited you more than made you feel embarrassed. Good, let everyone know Duncan belonged to you and only you. “Oh baby I’m so close please daddy…want you to cum inside of me.” You made sure to say it a little louder than everything else. You could feel Duncan’s thrust falter a little bit at your words, his true weakness for you coming out when those words were uttered.

“You want my cum baby? Oh fuck.” He felt you clench around his cock as an answer and that spurred him on to get you both to finish. His fingers worked harder at rubbing your clit, his other hand squeezing your breast from under your shirt. You could feel his cock hitting that deep spot inside of you over and over again perfectly. A blush had covered your whole chest and neck and as Duncan leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Make daddy cum baby. Let her know I belong to you” you were letting out a small scream and cumming on his cock. Duncan’s own orgasm triggered as you took his hand that had been holding your breast and squeezed it, chanting “Mine…you’re mine Duncan” over and over until you felt his warm release inside of you.

The two of you stayed there for a few minutes just catching your breath and when Duncan’s eyes met yours through the mirror you both started to giggle a little. “You’re cute when you’re jealous babe.” He said helping you pull your leggings back up and then fixing his own pants. You turned around and before he could say anything you leaned into his neck, sucking a dark hickey in plain sight for anyone to see.

“Now everyone knows you are mine Duncan Shepherd.” 

Tagging: @coollangdon (thank you for helping me name this wifey)  @langdonsoceaneyes @langdonsdemon

(lmk if you ever want to be tagged!)

[taehyungsgrowl]

Ok, what if Daddy Duncan is attracted to this shy and sweet looking girl that works at his office. He has exchanged just a few words with her, he tries not to be too blunt each time to not scare her off, she can’t look him in the eye more than 5 seconds without blushing and he finds it so endearing and alluring. She wonders why in the world he has to be so damn goodlooking and why he always calls her sweet names when he needs something from her (her panties are a mess at the end of the day).

okay okay okay! sorry this has taken me a while to get to it hit a little close to home and i could not handle it holy fuck

Duncan was completely allured by Y/N; her sweet demeanor and flush of her cheeks just made him want to grab her face and kiss her. Among other things. 

He often found himself making excuses to see her. It started by taking the long way to his office to pass by her work space. And then it built to calling her into his office to ask for her opinion. He could tell how nervous he made her and he wanted nothing more than to see her shy exterior crumble for him. 

Y/N stood at the coffee machine, tapping her foot impatiently when she felt a strong pair of hands at her waist and a pair of hips press into her backside, “Sorry, sweetheart.” a deep and raspy voice echoed in her ear. 

Duncan.

He squeezed past her and leaned into the counter; hand on his hip while he towered over her. “Did you have a good weekend?” he smiled at how flustered she was. But could she be blamed. That man had the power to make anyone weak in the knees. With his charming smile and handsome face. Who could be silly enough to resist him?

“Y-yes, sir.” she cursed herself internally for the stuttering of her words. 

There it was. The ever famous Duncan smirk. He chuckled softly under his breath, “Yeah?” he cocked an eyebrow up and eyed her up and down. “That’s good to hear.” He took a step closer to her and she stayed completely still; the scent of his expensive cologne entering her nostrils.

“And Y/N.. call me Duncan.” he winked at her before retreating to his office. 

It didn’t take much for the office gossips to start talking after the first few flustered encounters Y/N had with Duncan. Giggles and whispers accompanied by knowing glances would swarm when Duncan approached Y/N. Y/N may have been oblivious to all of it, but Duncan was well aware of what went on. 

“Oh come on, Y/N” her older coworker rolled her eyes, “You know Mr. Shepherd - I’m sorry, Duncan, likes you.” 

“It’s true. You never see give anyone else that kind of attention, sweetheart.” Her other coworker teased her from the restroom stall. 

“He’s just being nice!” she argues, skin blazing hot. 

***

Duncan could not get this girl out of his head. With her doe eyed look, sweet laughter, and shy smiles - he wanted to make her his. Her youthfulness appealed to him so much. 

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Shepherd?” she stood at her door, nervously toying with the hem of her skirt. Her eyes wandered to his toned forearms where his black shirt was rolled up to the elbows and back up to his face. He sat casually at his desk, spread out and leaned back. 

“Y/N..” he laughed, shaking his head. “It’s Duncan.” he gestured to the chair in from in his desk, “Come. Take a seat.” 

She followed his instructions and sat across from him. 

“How would you feel about going to dinner with me?” he bit on to his lower lip to keep from smiling at her reaction. 

Wide eyes going wider and a wave of color adorning her cheeks; Y/N couldn’t think straight. There was no way in hell this was happening! How could this attractive, successful, older man really be asking this, she thought. 

“I.. Duncan,” her voice going up an octave out of shock, “Are you serious?” 

“As serious as you want me to be,” he smirked at her, “Seriously, Y/N. Just think about it, yeah?”

She nodded her head, “Okay. Okay.” her thoughts started gathering, “Okay, yeah. Dinner would be great.” she blushed further, looking down at his stack of papers. 

He reached across his desk and lifted her chin up to make her look at him, “I’ll pick you up at 7:00, sweetheart.”

–

yeee! here is a short lil thing bc I didn’t wanna go to sleep and I miss one of my coworkers so much fjdfkjdfksdjfs 

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

ksksks can u write a blurb of y/n putting on a strip teasing/lap dance show for duncan cause he’s stressed from work that would be the death of me

Kinda ended up giving him a daddy kink! Warning: SMUTTY

“That’s none of your goddamn business, Marcus”

Slamming his phone down on his coffee table. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Duncan sighed, leaning back into his couch. He was fed up of constantly having to direct people into doing what he asked.

Suddenly he felt hands rubbing along his shoulders from behind him. Closing his eyes in content, he relaxed into his girlfriends embrace.

“You seem stressed baby” she murmured into his ear as she kissed along the back of his neck.

“Mmm” was all he could reply. Too exhausted with stress to form actual words.

“Why don’t you just relax babe, let me take care of you” you whispered as you ran your hands through his soft brown curls.

“I could think of something that would help me relax” he stated to you in his sultry voice

“Mmm, does Daddy want to play?” You whispered to him seductively

“Mm, I do, are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” He asked you as you swung your legs over his hips to straddle him.

You smirked at him, giving him an innocent smile, a thought popping into your head.

You lightly pushed on Duncan’s chest as he leaned up to kiss you

“Uh-uh” you murmured, shaking your head at him.

“No touching” you smirked at him.

Standing before him, you started swinging your hips to catch his attention. His eyes drew to your hips, biting his lip in anticipation.

You moved your fingers to the buttons of your blouse, slowly undoing each button, taking your time as you watched Duncan’s hungry gaze.

Slipping off your blouse, leaving you in your lacy bra, dropping it to the side, you continued looking at Duncan, your lust filled gaze keeping his eyes locked on yours.

You turned so your back was facing him. Bending over so your ass was on show, undoing the buckle of your high heels, kicking them off knowing Duncan’s eyes hadn’t left your ass.

Still swinging your hips, you undid the zipper with the same slow teasing moves of your blouse, slipping out of it once you pulled it below your arse, showing Duncan you lace thong, and revealing the hold up tights that accentuated your shapely legs.

Kicking your skirt aside, you turned to face your boyfriend. Smiling at him as you started running your hands over your chest, palming your breasts and letting out breathy moans knowing that it would turn Duncan on.

Reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra, throwing it at Duncan in a playful move, giggling as he caught it.

Duncan was lapping up your movements. His bottom lip still between his teeth, you were sure there would be blood if he bit down any harder. Glancing down to the bulge appearing in his slacks, you knew he was enjoying your little show.

“Does daddy want to touch” You asked him playfully.

“Yes he does, why doesn’t my babygirl come over here so daddy can prove just how much he wants to ruin her”

“Not yet baby” you playfully chided him.

Moving your hands into your lace panties, you started to tease yourself. Moaning at your movements only spurring Duncan’s lust even further.

You slowly undone the clasps of your garters, turning back around so you weren’t facing Duncan, grabbing the hem of your panties, you slowly and teasingly dragged them down your legs as you bent down again.

As soon as you turned round, Duncan was on you. Grabbing your waist and swiftly pulling you towards him so you were straddling him now.

Your bare centre grinding over his clothed hardened cock, making you moan blissfully.

“Now it’s daddy’s turn to play” Duncan whispered in your ear authoritatively. Licking a long stripe up your neck.

[littledemondani]

Okay but consider this: riding Duncan’s thigh before a big meeting, people start coming in, but Duncan doesn’t make you stop. So you’re there, still riding his thigh during the meeting 😈😈😈

“That’s it kitten, keep going. You’re doing so well,” Duncan cooes in your ear while rubbing soothing circles on your back. You had been riding his thigh for a while now, about 30 mins or so.

You just stopped by his office to drop off his phone, he left the house in a hurry that morning and forgot it. But you knew something was up the minute you walked in. He was stiff, his eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance, his voice just a tad bit gruffer than normal. It was only 12pm, but he was beyond stressed out. 

He took your hand, pulling you into his lap and kissed you roughly, his hands grabbing at your hips and squeezing hard. He guided your movements, controlled how fast or slow, how hard you ground down on him, and when he wanted you to cum. 

It didn’t take long for you to become a dripping, whimpering mess, your arousal seeping through your panties and onto Duncan’s pants. You could feel his cock hardening against your thigh, wanting nothing more than to have him buried deep inside your cunt.

“Duncan, I need you,” you whined.

“As much as I would love to, kitten, I have a meeting soon. You know that.”

His meeting was due to start any minute now, yet he still hadn’t let you cum. You were starting to wonder if he’d leave you high and dry until after his meeting was over, but Duncan had other plans. 

Your soft whimpers and whines were music to his ears. He got lost in the way you looked, all flustered and gripping onto his shoulders with such need, a light sheen of sweat coating your delicate skin.

He tore his gaze away from you when he heard the door to his office open and the two men he was supposed to be meeting with walked in. You turned around when you heard one of them clearing their throat, causing your movements to stutter, but Duncan kept guiding you, not allowing you to stop. 

“That’s it kitten, keep going. You’re doing so well.”

The other men stood there awkwardly, not knowing what they should do.

“Well don’t just stand there, have a seat.” He gestures to the two chairs in front of his desk while keeping one hand firmly on your hip.

The meeting carried on like you weren’t even in the room, or at least it tried to. The men would occasionally glance at you, looking you up and down as you humped Duncan’s thigh.

You were so close to unraveling, to falling over the edge and being taken over by immense pleasure. You whispered into Duncan’s ear, begging for him to let you cum, how much of a good little kitten you had been for him.

He contemplated for a moment before turning to the two men in front of him.

“What do you think, gentlemen? Should I allow Mrs. Shepherd here to cum?”

//

[fckinsupreme]

That ask about Duncan and face timing in lingerie, but pres Duncan and...well I had a twist in mind but I spaced out, so basically, anything /risqué/ with president Duncan please!

New York City was illuminated against the sky, with the skyscraper lights and pink hue of dusk reflecting against the clouds. From your hotel room, you could see most of the city’s famous landmarks, and it was the best view in the world to you. It was a far cry from those you got in Washington D.C., from the monuments and rose gardens that were your new normal. Being First Lady had its perks, but living in a place with some of the most rewarding views didn’t seem to be one of them.

President Duncan Shepherd was sitting out on the balcony, smoking a cigar. You were getting ready for the dinner you were set to attend with him later in the evening, and you were in nothing but the lingerie you wanted to wear beneath your dress. A purple & black bra and panties, equipped with a black garter belt, black thigh highs, and purple garters was framing your body, and you wanted to give Duncan a quick preview. You thought it went perfectly with the purple dress and black shoes you would be wearing tonight, and you wanted to show him to have a little peek before you put the dress on.

You open the door leading from your room to the balcony, and Duncan turns to get a quick look. He immediately does a double take, the cigar paused before it reaches his lips again. A low growl comes from his throat as the smoke curls from his nose, and you can’t help but smirk at him. You do a quick little twirl so he can see the full ensemble, wanting him to get a glimpse of it from all sides. He stands up, putting the cigar down before walking over to you.

“Wow, that looks fantastic on you,” Duncan breathes, the smell of cigar trailing after him as he starts to kiss your neck. “The light of dusk makes you look even more perfect, princess.”

You moan as he sucks on the most sensitive area, eyes fluttering as a lazy smile forms on your lips. “Careful, Mr. President,” you breathe. “You’re gonna get me going before dinner if you keep that up.”

“You’ve already got me /me/ going,” he growls, teeth dragging along your clavicle as your breath hitches. “Would it be a bad thing to fuck before we go?”

“No,” you say. “Not at all.”

Duncan comes up, capturing your lips in a hot kiss. You groan softly, pressing your chest fully against his as you start grinding against him. His tongue swipes yours, one hand fisted tightly in your hair as you feel how hard he is through his pants. You grab his white button-up shirt, holding him close to you as you grind along his erection. He growls against your lips, pulling back after a moment before you immediately drop to your knees in front of him. He gives a nod as you gaze at him in wonder, and you tug his cock free from the dark grey dress pants he was wearing.

“You do realize if someone would happen to see us, you’re going to cause quite the headline in the New York Post tomorrow,” he teases, gently brushing some hair behind your ear as you gently kiss his shaft.

“I don’t give a shit,” you say with a soft laugh, your eyes on his as your tongue plays with his tip. You kitten-lick the slit, your tongue tracing the outline of the head after. “Do you?”

“Nope,” he says, hissing as you pull his pants down fully around his ankles, mouth all over his balls. He pulls your hair impatiently, shaking his head. “Don’t tease me. You have a job to do, princess; do it.”

You purr softly, opening your mouth and slowly taking his throbbing cock into your mouth. You move down until he’s at the back of your throat, gagging around him as you try to swallow. Duncan moans, one hand winding in your hair as your eyes meet. You mewl around him, drawing your head up a little before pushing back down. You take your time, not setting a rapid pace yet, despite Duncan’s visible impatience with the speed you’re working. He tries to push his hips forward to thrust, but you place both hands on them and give him a warning glance as you continue to bob your head.

“Stop holding back,” he hisses, yanking your hair roughly as you moan in response. “You know I hate it when you’re a teasing little brat like this.”

You whine, but decide to indulge him. You gradually pick up the pace, cheeks hollowing as you meet his gaze. One hand keeps hold of his hip, the other moving down to squeeze his balls before your finger reaches around. You part his cheeks, the tip of your finger running over the rim of his ass as his hips stutter forward in response. You wink at him, and he yanks you forcefully from his cock as he begins twitching in your mouth.

“No,” he says, delicately wiping some drool from your chin. “I want to cum inside of you, princess. Stand up.”

You do as you’re told, although you’re reluctant. All you wanted was to keep sucking his cock for a little while longer, but he had other plans for you. He helps you into a standing position, before walking you to the balcony’s railing and spinning you around to face the city. He tugs your panties to the side, his fingers running through the wetness there before he pushes his cock inside of you with a loud, hot moan in your ear. You echo him, hands gripping the railing as he sinks fully inside of you.

He starts thrusting deeply, keeping them shallow as one arm winds around your torso. The other is pulling your bra straps down, sucking the skin on your shoulders before both hands free your breasts of the cups. He massages them, holding you to his body as his hips work rhythmically. You rock against him, moaning as your hair tumbles into your eyes, face contorted in pleasure. He kneads your tits, mouth on the back of your neck as his lips explore the skin there.

“I want you to scream my name,” Duncan hisses in your ear, rotating his hips a little before snapping them quickly. “Call me Mr. President, baby. I want everyone in the adjacent rooms to hear you.”

Duncan begins drilling into your G-spot, and you moan as loudly as you possibly can. He grips your hips tight enough to bruise, your eyes on the skyline of the city for a moment before you glance around. Some people are coming out on their own balconies, and the guests closest to you watch in wide-eyed shock. You don’t ask Duncan to stop, nor do you make a scene about it. You just wink at them, and turn to look at Duncan with a wicked smirk.

“We have company,” you whisper, making eye contact with an attractive man who had frosted blond hair, big blue eyes, and a cross earring dangling from one ear. He didn’t seem to have any guest with him, and if he did, they were hanging out inside, uninterested in the scene unfolding outside. There was also something familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it then. “Look at that handsome one, Mr. President. He can’t stop looking at us.”

Duncan shoots the man a glance, keeping his gaze on him as he waves. “Wanna take a turn on her?” he calls to him, and the man blushes darkly. He turns to walk back inside, but Duncan stops him. “Wait! I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Stay. Watch.”

The man seems conflicted about what to do, hesitating with his hand on the knob. He finally decides to stay, sitting on his balcony and watching the show the two of you are putting on. Duncan shifts so that you can both see the stranger, and it’s still evident that he’s shocked about what he’s witnessing. Who wouldn’t be, though? Watching the most powerful man in the Free World drilling his wife on a hotel balcony? You wonder, amusedly, if he had voted for Duncan or was a supporter of his. From the looks of things, and how he was squeezing his hands to keep from touching himself, you guessed it didn’t even matter to him.

“What’s your name, cutie?” you call to him, moaning hotly as Duncan pulls you up to kiss your neck, still slamming into you as he does so.

“Xavier, ma’am!” he calls back. “I’m X-Xavier Plympton!”

That’s when it hit you who he was. “Oh, my God! You’re that really famous actor! The one who was in that mafia movie with—“

“That’s me!” Xavier calls back, his eyes taking in the ensemble you’re wearing. “And you’re the most famous people /ever/ right now! You—“

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Xavier,” Duncan interrupts, making eye contact with him as he pins you to the balcony, holding your head down as he picks up speed. The sound of slapping skin and your moans echo all around, and more people come out to see what’s going on. “How would you like to join this little party?”

Xavier’s cheeks turn bright red, and he averts his eyes for a moment. When he looks back up, you’re close to your orgasm and Duncan is twitching inside of you. “Okay!” Xavier says finally. “I...I mean, if you’re serious—“

“I am,” Duncan says, pulling out of you before either of you have a chance to cum. He waits a few minutes before tucking his cock back into his slacks, grinning at the two of you.

“Why did you stop?” you whine, panting heavily as you look back at Duncan. He puts your panties back in place, patting your ass as he does so.

“Because, princess,” he says, pulling your back against his torso before kissing your ear, pointing over at Xavier as he does so, “we are gonna wait until after our dinner tonight. Xavier is going to join in on the fun, and I want us to wait for him. Would you like that, Mr. Plympton?”

You had never seen someone nod so eagerly in your entire life.

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Baby taglist: @littledemondani @with-dandelions-in-her-hands @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @leatherduncan @melodylangdon @dark-mei-rose @littlegirlsdontplaynice @whatcodysaid @blakewaterxx @xavierplympton @bitchchatter @frenchlangdon

[daadddysprincessss]

Insomnia 

Pairings: Duncan Shepherd x fem reader

Warnings: none, just very soft

REPOST from my old blog

 Another night passed where your insomnia kept you awake - you rolled over to peaked over Duncan’s shoulder at his alarm clock ‘4:30am’ glowed red across the digital screen - you laid on your back sighed at yourself

“Why can’t I sleep” you said quietly to yourself,

You heard a muffled groan come from Duncan’s side of the bed, you turned your body to face him - god he was so angelic - his soft curls laid on the pillow, it was like looking at a painting - you reached your hand up to caress Duncan’s face, running your thumb over his bottom lip - “my sleepy baby” you whispered to yourself

“My baby, shouldnt you be asleep” Duncan groaned out, his voice rough with sleep

“I’m trying, now go back to bed” you laughed softly, while your palm rubbed against his scruffy beard.

Duncan’s hand held yours for you moment, opening his sleepy eyes to look at you - he turned his head slightly to look at the clock and than back to you

“There’s no point for me to go back to bed baby, I’ll be in an hour anyways” Duncan yawned - than quickly pulling you into his arms so your flat against his chest

“baabbbe” you whined

“Yessss” Duncan sleepily teased

“Get some more sleep before work, you have a long day ahead of you” you looked up at Duncan

Duncan let out a tired laugh “i’ll cut you a deal baby - i’ll go back to sleep if you do me a favour” Duncan said softly

“I’m all ears donut” You nuzzled into his chest with an eager smile

Duncan opened one eye and looked at you - “play with my hair till I fall asleep?” Duncan smiled

“Well of course I can babe” you smiled

You reached your hand up placing it on Duncan’s hair - you ran your fingers through a few pieces of hair that fallen into Duncan’s face, pushing them to the side - god his hair was soft, and slightly curled. You tangled your fingers into Duncan’s hair - twirling the different strands between your fingers, within 5 minutes Duncan was fast asleep again, the sound of his soft snores brought you comfort in a way - your eyes started to become heavy as your hand still played with his hair. Your heavy eyes finally closed - your breathing was shallow and calm, you felt peaceful.

 “My angel” Duncan whispered in your ear

Your eyes open slightly enough to see Duncan hovering over you -

“Yes baby” you yawned

You reached your arms up to stretch - wrapping your arms around the back of Duncan’s neck, causing him to collapse on top of you - Duncan started laughing as he tried to get out from your grasp but you were reluctant on letting go

“Baby I have to go to work - I was coming to give you a kiss goodbye” Duncan laughed

Your arms loosened enough for Duncan to kiss you, it was soft and sweet - one of your favourite kisses - your legs instantly wrapped around Duncan’s waist

“What time is it?” You asked softly

“It’s 7:30 my love, but if I don’t go now I’ll be late for work” Duncan said softly as he pulled back from the kiss

You removed your arms from his neck but kept your legs wrapped around him -

“Baby” Duncan said while pointing a finger at your legs

“Yess?” You said innocently - as if you had no idea what he meant

Duncan took a breath in a smiled - “I can never get enough of you” Duncan said softly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead

You stuck out your bottom lip and ‘pouted’ - “You’re so cute” Duncan laughed as he unwrapped your legs - “I’ll be home in no time baby, just get some more sleep okay” Duncan said as he got off the bed

“Have a good day at work - I love you” you said softly as you sat up on the bed

“I love you too baby” Duncan smiled

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I need little bub, I'm a bit sad... Like, the meeting with Reader (even if he was one), how Duncan was a bit scared to tell her he was a single dad, the first time lil bub called her "mom", the first nightmare, the first fight with his daddy.... please anything, please...

Single Dad!Duncan x Fem!Reader

Notes: Here are some headcanons for what’s mentioned above ^^^ (also, I’m sorry you’re sad - I hope this cheers you up!)

Word Count: 1.6 K

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Duncan telling you:

I think although Duncan would keep his life private from the world, for the most part, it would be common knowledge around the office that he had a child. Nobody knew how old his kid was or even what their name was, they only knew that a child existed (or did they? It was becoming something of a myth around the office). Having worked at the foundation, which is how you met Duncan, you had heard the rumors about this child, but as you and Duncan had gotten to know each other better, you doubted if the rumors were even true, since he never brought it up. However, towards the end of your first date, after a bottle of wine and lots of laughter and opening up to each other, he approached you about the subject.

“Y/N, there’s something I want to tell you… But I’m not sure how,” he’d glance at you nervously, only feeling more confident when you reached over, grabbed his hand gently and gave him a soft smile, encouraging him to continue. “I have a son.” Your eyes would widen a bit, not out of fear or shock, but just a general feeling of warmth that he would share something like that with you. You thought his feelings for you, that he had confessed only earlier in the night, were heartwarming, but him revealing to you that he was a single father, really showed you just how serious those feelings were. It was a special moment for both of you.

First meeting with Y/N:

After a couple months or so of dating, Duncan would bring up the subject about you possibly meeting his son, “Y/N, you know how invested I am in this relationship and I think it’s ready for us to take the next step, so with that said… Do you think you’d want to meet my little one?” You’d be over the moon ecstatic for him finally asking. Truth be told, you had wanted to meet the cute lil baby you had seen in just about every picture of Duncan’s camera roll.

You had gone over with him one afternoon, an hour or so before his nanny were to arrive and send you both off to your dinner reservation. Duncan greeted you at the door with a warm smile. He had been ready to introduce you to this part of his life for a long time, but he didn’t want to scare you away. He kissed your cheek tenderly and walked you over to his son’s nursery, asking you about how your day was and telling you how happy he felt that you were finally going to meet his lil bub (the first time you had actually heard the cute nickname). He opened the door slowly and quietly, the room fairly dark as light shades of purple and blue danced across his room from the dinosaur lamp in the corner. The first thing you noticed was a little head peeking through the crib as the baby inside clumsily stood up on his feet, holding onto the bars of his crib for balance. Once he saw Duncan, a big smile appeared on his face and he started babbling, clearly happy to see his daddy. Duncan picked him up and held him close to his chest, smiling at you as he finally felt his two worlds coming together.

You spent the next hour, sitting on the soft carpet of his son’s room, playing with different toys and reading books to him. At first, he had been shy and clung to his papa, wrinkling the nice shirt he had put on for your dinner date, which caused a small smile to form on your lips. But after a while, he was obsessed with you. Duncan’s heart swelled in his chest, as he sat back and watched the sight of his son cradled in your arms, looking up at you with love and wonder as you read his favorite book to him, in a soft, soothing voice. It was something Duncan would never forget.

The first time he called Y/N mom:

After even a couple more months of dating, you and Duncan had gotten into a nice little routine. You weren’t living with him yet but you always stayed over and spent as much time with him and his little one as possible.

His son was now saying a few words - he knew the words dada, no, bye-bye, hi, and kitty (the name of his favorite stuffed animal that he’d yell while he was playing with it), but it came as a complete shock when one day you were all in the kitchen, Duncan making breakfast and you feeding bub his own as he babbled different words at you both, he had pointed to you and said “mama”. The soft song Duncan had been whistling stopped immediately as he turned to his son, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, spatula still in his hand as he processed what his son had just said. You, on the other hand, couldn’t contain the smile and noise of utter excitement and disbelief as the little one in front of you looked into your eyes and said it again.

You turned to Duncan, the huge smile you wore fading as you saw the look on his face. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know he would say that. I don’t want you to feel like I’m crossing boundaries-“ You were cut off suddenly by Duncan pulling you into his arms, holding your face softly and kissing you passionately. “I love you so much,” he’d whisper against your lips, resting his forehead against yours as a soft laugh escaped him. “And I can’t tell you how amazing it makes me feel about how excited you are to hear him call you that.”

First nightmare:

I think this would happen when bub was a little older, perhaps around 3 or 4? You had already moved in and life was sweet for the family at the Shepherd residence. Well, that was until you and Duncan woke up in the middle of the night, startled in bed, as you heard the loud cries of your little one in his room, just down the hall. Duncan rushed out of bed and down the hall, in only his sweats, and you closely followed behind. When you entered the room, Duncan was holding his son close to his bare chest, softly swaying him back and forth as he whispered in his ear that he would be okay.

“What happened?” You spoke softly as you approached them, placing your hand on your little one’s back, gently rubbing circles to soothe him.

“He said he had a bad dream about a monster chasing him,” Duncan’s voice was raspy and still heavy with sleep, although now showed a bit of alertness. Duncan rocked his son back and forth, while looking up, trying to blink away the tears forming in his own eyes as he started sniffling.

“Here, let me,” you offered, noticing how choked up Duncan was getting. You took the now much calmer toddler in your arms and gave him a small smile. “You know, mommy and daddy have bad dreams, too, but it’s okay, because we know they’re not real. Do you know the monster in your dream isn’t real? He can’t hurt you, baby.”

“He…He can’t?” His sniffly voice whispered as he looked up at you.

“Of course not. You are so much stronger than that monster, he could never hurt you,” he gave you a little smile as his tears stopped. “Plus, daddy and mommy would never let anything happen to you. Now, what do you say you sleep in our big bed tonight, hm?”

He nodded sleepily, hugging your chest, as you looked over at Duncan who was still sniffling. You leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking back to your room, your little one already falling asleep in your arms.

Duncan watched as you placed him in the middle of the bed, curling up next to him and placing soft kisses to his hair. He clung to your shirt and drifted off to sleep in the safety of your arms. You felt Duncan get into bed and wrap his arms around you both, exhaling a shaky breath.

“He’s never had a nightmare before.” He nuzzled you both closer to him, “I hate not being able to protect him from everything.”

“Duncan, you are the best father who does everything in your power to give your son the life he deserves, including protecting him to the best of your abilities. Cut yourself some slack, baby. He has a father who loves him more than anything, he’ll be okay,” you reached over, gently stroking his cheek as you heard a content sigh leave his lips.

“Thank you, baby.”

First fight with his daddy:

I think the first fight would also happen when bub was a toddler (terrible twos and all that fun stuff). I don’t think it necessarily would be a fight, more so as a meltdown of sorts, but it would still hurt Duncan’s heart to see his little bub so upset with him. He’d be sulking around while his son was in timeout and you’d just assure him that he was young and this was normal for him to act out occasionally.

“I know, but I can’t stand the idea of him being mad at me. That shit fucking hurts, Y/N,” he’d rub his eyes, sighing. “What happened to my little baby that I used to cradle in my arms? Now, he’s a toddler who’s throwing his book at me. Soon, he’s going to be a teenager and god… I can’t stand feeling this way.”

You’d walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his warmth, “It’ll be okay, baby. Trust me. Your son loves you more than anything, that will never, ever change.”

[hecohansen31]

Could you maybe write a piece about the Reader and Duncan? She got kicked out of her parents house (like Michael left barefoot only with his jeans jacket except she got to grab her shoes but no jacket) and wanders through the city. Freezing. Duncan sees her and offers her to spend the night on his couch. When they get to his appartement she takes a warming shower. The Reader showers a bit too long in his opinion so he decides to check on her. It kinda ends with smut..Thank you!

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

Before I proceed with the fic, I am going to make a HUUUUGGGEEE author note, that I know nobody will read, but I still hope some will.

@xavierplym received the same identical ask for Xavier; now I obviously do have to say that I was torn about whether I should write this ask or not, because let me tell you, I am honestly a bit bothered by received IDENTICAL asks to the ones of my fellow writers.

I obviously decided on writing it because I already had an idea to work on, but it still irked me off in the worst way.

It’s absolutely a disrespectful thing to send similar asks to different writers, because maybe you might end up making two people fight over them and alongside this it is just a rude and disrespectful way to interact with a writer.

I honestly am not surprised because this fandom has so much toxicity, but still, if you want me to continue on answering your asks I am going to ask you not to send me identical asks (I’ll stop answering them and try to block you) and also that if you want to try to send me an identical ask with a different character that you actually ask me and the other writer involved if we feel comfortable.

I know that most people in this fandom are like ‘yeah things are never going to change’ but I am not somebody who simply waits for things to change and if this keeps happening, I won’t only stop writing fanfics about Cody Fern’s characters but also the asks about him.

 WARNINGS: Mention fo Anxiety, Depression, Toxic Families, Being Kicked Out, Smut.

Duncan was partying, his small college apartment full of guys of his age going around with the usual smoking and drinking, when his phone beeped.

He ignored it at first, more because of the loud sound of the music, but the constant vibration appeared again and he slowly reached out to look who was calling him, as he dismissed the pretty brunette he had had on his laps, a few minutes before.

There were only two people who dared to call him again after he didn’t reply: his mother and you.

And apparently, he got lucky: it was you.

He immediately replied, since he hadn’t heard of you in days, having gone back to your family for the holidays.

He knew that you hadn’t the best time with your family: a bunch of oppressive bigots that didn’t understand you and wanted solely one of the many sides of you.

It had taken him entire years to see through that strong exterior you put to survive, which had hidden a truly devastated creature.

He had been the one encouraging you to go to therapy and to follow a different path from the one your parents had laid out for you, in a way that had made you blossom brilliantly and he already could see the shadow of the woman you would soon becoming with his help and the proper cures.

You had chosen, because of his encouragement, to come out to your family about your mental health issues and your intention to follow a different major in order for you to follow your dreams, since you had yourself recognized that what you were working forward in the moment would bring you no happiness.

Still you were scared because of all the prejudices of your family, you had seemed determined and Duncan couldn’t help but be prouder of you.

He had met you on your first year of college, you were one of many laidback girls at his partied parties, the one who had accompanied a friend who wanted to approach him, and he hadn’t been able to stop himself to fall in love with the girl that hadn’t given him a single crumb of attention.

You had been cold with him, and he had slowly tried everything to get you to warm up to him, eventually developing a long-lasting friendship with you: you kept him grounded and he permitted you to dream.

But to him it wasn’t a simple friendship, it had never been.

But he just didn’t feel like taking advantage of your slowly healing soul and had put a step back in everything he might feel for you, happy with simply being on your side.

“… hey (Y/N)!” he replied softly “… everything alright? Already got your gifts?”.

“Dun… Duncan…” your voice was trembling and shivering.

His heart lost a beat, as he moved away, the party suddenly becoming too loud for him.

“… I am sorry… I am sor… to bother you… can I come… to you?”.

“Sweetie, what?” he wasn’t understanding the entire situation.

You should have been home, celebrating Christmas happily, not crying into his phone.

“… they… “a huff of sadness was emitted straight into your phone, coming onto Duncan’s in a way that made him almost picture you as you took a steadying breath in your crying hysterics “… they kicked me out”.

Shame was all onto your tone, and it took him a minute to feel the entire thing settling in his heart and ears.

“… what…? No no, sweetie, where are you?” he asked, immediate desperation coming onto him “… is everything alright?”.

“On a bus” and he immediately heard all the other noises confirming this “… they weren’t… Gosh… Duncan this is a mess… I am a mess”.

“No no, sweetie, you are not! You are coming here, right?” he just felt like there was an extreme urgency to get you safe and feel you in his arms “… sweetie stay on the phone with me, ok?”.

Now the party had all zooned out, around him, as the noises all around you heightened.

“… Duncan I don’t want… I shouldn’t have bothered you… I shouldn’t…” your sobs were now so loud that they made his heart tighten in his chest, as they broke it horrendously, the knowledge that you were so sad making him desperate “… I am a fucking bother to the world”:

“You are not” each word was pointed out with a meaningfulness that seemed to get to you as he lowered himself lightly against a wall, trying to mimic your seated position on the bus “… (Y/N) that is bullshit, you are never ever EVER a fucking bother”.

“They said I was” you scream screeched loudly in his ear, almost painfully “… they said it was all I have ever been and that… I was making up… the depression… the anxiety and everything… I just… they didn’t seem my parents, they attacked me and threw me out”.

Your voice was now lowering itself to be a whisper as if you were slowly losing your willingness to talk.

“They are not your parents, they are shit, sweetie” his tone instead was steady and firm as you screeched a bit at his aggressiveness “… they should love you no matter what, not punish you for something that is beyond your control”:

“But maybe… just maybe they are right… I am just weak and faking…” a loud sob destroyed any pretense you might have had of speaking properly as you fell in an immediate silence “… I don’t know Duncan, I just want to… I am just bothering you”:

“What bothers me is that I have to wait till tomorrow to call your parents and tell them what big fucking assh..:”.

A light laugh made you smile yourself, before a soft laugh abandoned your mouth.

“… just come here, sweetie, and I am going to take care of you”.

And an hour later you were in Duncan’s apartment, after he had gotten everyone outside his house.

The small brunette he had wanted to use as a distraction had leeched onto him as he shouted that ‘the party was finished’, and he had pushed her away swiftly not wanting her smell to stay on him as you came in.

You certainly weren’t stupid enough not to know of his playboy ways, but the more he stayed with you the less he felt the need, he just seemed to lose any trace of interest for anyone that wasn’t you.

He had come to collect you at the bus stop, his eyes looking through anyone that exited the bus, till they had found your shrieking body, your face stained by tears but you had managed to push it into a neutral expression, as you adjusted your hoodie around you.

They hadn’t even allowed you to take your jacket.

And it was December.

He would have killed them.

He gave you his immediately, although you insisted you didn’t need it, but he encouraged you to take it as he pushed it onto your frame, so so dainty and fragile that he almost was scared to touch you as he led you to his car.

“… thank you” your tone was steady, but you lips wavered a bit, close to forming a sob, and Duncan simply turned to you, gently, not daring to touch you, but a smile appeared on his face, mimicked by a weaker one on yours.

“The things I’d do for you, sweetheart, are infinite” he mumbled.

Once you were inside, you scrunched your nose at the smell of the party that had been there, not one for parties yourself, as you were ready to mumbled a soft apology to Duncan who stopped you, raising an hand.

“… the booze wasn’t even good”.

Again, a soft smile, although it didn’t reach your empty eyes.

“… I just… I didn’t know what to do, Duncan, I am very fucking sorry”.

“You did the right thing, lovely, you called me” he replied, gently pushing his hand out to grab onto your hands, unsure whether you wanted to be touched or not, and you gripped back, although weakly “… I am always here for you”.

“I don’t know where to start” and he noticed immediately your shivering form.

“… a shower might be a good idea”.

“Are you suggesting that I smell?” you laughed through your tears, as Duncan opened the bedroom doors.

“… maybe” he retorted softly as you faked to aim his jacket to him “… a warm bath will soothe everything”.

You didn’t look too convinced but you let him guide you to the bath, closing the door in his face in a resounding rejection that pained him, because he had tried through everything to at least let you be open with him, but he gave you your space.

Collecting the few things you dropped at his place in case you needed to crash.

In case Duncan needed you.

There had been pretty restless nights also for him.

He wouldn’t be able to sleep because of everything, because of his own family’s fucked problems and you would just need a phone call to slip into his house for intellectual talks or anger filled tantrums.

Now you needed him, almost desperately.

And he hoped he could ease your mind the way you did with him.

He kept his eyes trained onto the clock analyzing the time you spent under the shower: you were usually quite quicker, which was abnormal for a girl, but you always joked about the fact you wanted to save the planet.

Half an hour was gone, and he could still hear the droplets of water and the shower running.

He let five minutes pass and then another give minutes and another again till it was enough, and his worry got the best of him, since he knew perfectly well that you weren’t in any shape to stand under water too long.

You had never had suicidal thoughts although depression was tough on you, but with the new variant in your mind, he couldn’t feel at ease knowing you alone, although you had asked hm to do so.

He knocked on the door, receiving no response the water covering his voice as he shouted if you were ok, which made him almost wonder what was going on, and then he gently pushed onto the door, finding it open, without the door even being closed, barely pushed against its hinges.

Something that made him feel lightly more comfortable about intruding into you.

“(Y/N)!” he asked, staying on the threshold, to avoid intruding further in your privacy.

You were still in the shower, the stained glass obscuring your figure as your head peaked out of it, lightly opening it, and revealing your reddened face and naked neck, attentive to avoid looking further than that, as a bit of your chest was exposed.

“… sorry, didn’t mean to intrude onto you, I just… wanted to check on you”.

“I am fine, just soaking in the warmth of this luxury shit” you retorted, your tone lightly hoarse but some life had come back to your tone.

“Don’t want to save the world anymore?” he joked back, and she smirked sadly.

“… this is my safe bubble” you shot back, your smile disappearing from your face as you lightly slung behind “… leave me to my safe bubble”.

“I would, lovely, I would” he shot back, moving to turn around “…but you might have a bit of low-pressure problem if you stay in longer”.

“Then get me out” your tone was harsh, the graveness of it completely destroying the challenge in it, but it still caught Duncan’s attention as he turned to face you.

“I don’t think that this is what you want” he retorted, his face growing dark, but he stilled at the door.

“…I do think that I know what I want” you replied tightly between your teeth “… is it so difficult to understand it?”.

“Sweetheart, you are hurting, this won’t solve anything” he pointed out each word.

“Let me understand it on my own” you retorted with the same tone, angry and hurt, as a wounded animal “… or the womanizer Duncan is afraid of me?”.

And with that you opened fully the door to the shower, revealing your body in all his nervous glory.

He knew that some people pushed themselves in some pretty dark corner, but what you wanted was so achingly exposing for him that it hurt him.

And he wondered if he would simply hurt you more.

But his body decided for him, moving on its own as he discarded a few of his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers as you stepped back lightly to let him in, as he, instead leaned himself further to kiss you on your lips as you joined him on your tiptoe and then the water hit you both.

Making you both forget what was going on.

You were in your safe bubble, indeed.

[babypinkstyles94]

Cigarette

Cigarette

Duncan Shepherd x reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering

Notes: Yes I had to re-upload this, there were some problems with it the first time. Duncan Shepherd at the MET gala because we all know he is a fashion hoe! I am really excited for you all to read this and threw in a little surprise :) so I hope you enjoy, I recommend listening to Cigarettes by Amir Obè and please let me know what you think or if you want to be tagged! Xx 

The MET Gala was the hottest and most important fashion event of the year, the biggest names in Hollywood all came out and walked the carpet dripping in millions of dollars. How you had gotten here and were standing on the baby pink carpet was still hard to wrap your head around. You had been invited as a plus one by your best friend, who was a stylist to many of the stars and you have been studying under her for a while. You were amongst some of the last people to arrive and as soon as you stepped foot on the carpet your eyes were blinded by the camera flashes.

Your dress fit like a glove and showed off every curve perfectly, expensive rings adorning your fingers, and a pair of heels that made your legs look miles long. Photographers shouted at you to look at them and you froze a couple of times at the flashes. As you walked up the steps you lost your balance a little bit but there was a hand on your waist to catch you. Looking over with a blush and a smile you meet a pair of bright blue eyes, dark purple eyeshadow surrounding them. His hair was messy with waves and the suit he wore made your mouth water, the sleek black pants making the white button down that was almost all the way unbuttoned look very professional. His jacket was the center piece of the whole look as it was cut to accentuate his waist and was a dark purple velvet lined with gold sequence and diamond jewels dripping throughout the whole jacket, a true piece of art work. You could see the heeled boots on his feet as he walked up the stairs past you, looking back every now and then at you.

Finishing off the carpet with a slight new confidence to you, you made it into the gala and grabbed a drink from the bar. Your friend had wondered off and you took your chance to take in the exhibits alone. Everything was beautiful and made your heart swell with each outfit in its glass case, you just wanted to run your fingers across all the different fabric. As other guests made their way through the halls where you were you said a small hello and even made friends with Saoirse Ronan whose dress you were absolutely in love with. A drink was brought to you by a waiter and just as you’d taken a step out of the way of another waiter, you almost slipped on none other than Cardib’s train of her dress. A strong arm wrapped around your waist before anything bad could happen and once again you were met with those blue eyes.

“Now I’m starting to think you keep tripping just so I can catch you.” He said with a smirk on his lips. A smug expression made its way onto his face as he noticed how flushed you became. “I’m sorry! I’m usually not this clumsy,” you let out a nervous laugh and felt his hand squeeze your hip.  “No worries darling I don’t mind catching you. Your dress is stunning by the way, wanted to tell you on the carpet but I could tell you wanted to get off the carpet as soon as possible.” He chuckled and you saw his gaze linger at your cleavage.

The two of you made eye contact and you shyly said “thank you” to him. His hand was still on your hip and your skin felt like it was on fire under his palm, it made your stomach clench every time he squeezed a little. “I’m Duncan by the way, Duncan Shepherd.” Your heart jumped at his name, of course he was one of the richest and hottest men from Washington. You knew who he was as you worked a lot with the brand he usually wore, even having been to a meeting where he was the client. You remember staying off to the side and developing a crush on him after he’d sent you a thank you note which he’d sent to everyone but not a lot of people did that for the people who worked behind the scenes on designing.

“I’m y/n…” His smug smile came back and he repeated your name, in that moment your brain had the thought of what it would sound like of him groaning your name as you had your lips wrapped around his cock.

Just as you were trying to get the filthy thoughts out of your head your best friend came down the hallway with her phone in hand. “There you are! Come on dinner is about to start and I hear Cher is preforming!!” She said giddy and started to pull you with her. “We’ll catch up some more later doll, just try not to trip anymore without me around…wouldn’t want someone else hands on you.” Duncan leaned in and placed a quick kiss to your cheek and squeezed once more at your hip.

Your friend gave you a knowing look and you just rolled your eyes at her, walking towards the ballroom where dinner was being held. The food was good and the entertainment was fabulous, pink feathers just about everywhere and drinks on the house. Your eyes searched for Duncan throughout the room and the glint of the diamonds on his jacket was what caught your eyes. He was bobbing his head to the music, a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand and smile that showed off his teeth.

His eyes met yours as he looked your way; you hadn’t realized you were staring until he threw you a wink. The music suddenly got louder and the lights dimmed out almost all the way but you could still see the sparkle of Duncan, and he could still see you and was watching you intensely as you danced close to your friend. As the alcohol moved through you the more you loosened up from the nerves, you weren’t drunk by any means as you really didn’t need a headline about you the next morning.

Shawn Mendes approached you and put a hand on your shoulder, leaning in close as to talk about how much he loved your design that you worked on for your friends’ client. He wanted to set something up soon for you to work on some things with him, as he wasn’t too thrilled with his own stylist right now. It was completely flattering and you couldn’t help the beaming smile that spread across your face. Duncan caught your eyes and you noticed how tense his jaw was, his face scowling as he drained the glass of brown liquid at once.

Halfway through the night you’d decided to change dresses as it was getting hotter and kind of uncomfortable. This dress was shorter had crystals embellished in the cleavage of it, something that you hoped would catch Duncan’s eyes if you were being honest. As you came back into the ballroom there were pink cupcakes being passed around and you moaned as you took a bite of it. The frosting making its way onto your top lip and your fingers, unbeknownst to you Duncan was watching as you licked the top of your lip and stuck your fingers past them. He felt his cock twitch in his pants for the hundredth time tonight as he looked your way, he needed to get you alone soon or he was going to explode.

You finished up the cupcake and decided to go to the bathroom not quite liking the sticky feeling left from the frosting. Surprisingly the bathroom was empty as the majority of people had made their way to the next party or were busy dancing, which was a nice break from the chaos out there. As you were washing your hands under the warm water you heard the screech of the door open, looking up to smile at the person you froze.

“ ‘S a waste to wash that sweetness from your fingers darling.”

Duncan’s smirk made your heart skip a beat and you stopped your movements, the scald of the water bringing you back to earth. Duncan Shepherd had just walked into the restroom, presumably for you and had just called you darling for the second time in the hottest voice ever. “I- what are you doing in here?” You asked and he took a few steps closer until his hand was back to being wrapped around your waist, resting on your hip tightly. “Told you we’d catch up some more didn’t I? Seems like you’ve been busy talking to someone else though.” He whispered in your ear as your eyes met through the mirror.

“Sounds like you’ve been watching me Mr. Shepherd…” The confidence shot through you as you decided to follow his lead very much hoping it would go the way you were thinking about all night. Duncan let out a groan that was deep in his throat and his hands tighten on your hips, suddenly spinning you around. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you too. Your eyes staring at my chest and I even saw you staring at my hands, isn’t that right y/n.” It was true the moment you saw how his long fingers wrapped around the glass of whiskey you couldn’t help but think about them pressed into your mouth or better yet, three of them fucking your cunt.

His hand came up and gripped your chin, pulling your face back up to meet his and he licked at his lips. In that moment you threw every nerve out the window and smashed your lips to his. All that you could hear in the bathroom was the breathy noise you made as Duncan pulled back a little and the clatter of your heels on the floor as he moved you back against the wall. Fingers threading themselves through his hair and tugging as his hips thrust up into yours.

The two of you were breathing heavily as you pulled apart, Duncan’s eyes darker with lust and making their way to your breast as they heaved up and down. His mouth pressed against the base of your throat and he sucked a big bruise into the skin. He moved his hands to your dress straps paused, a whimpered please breaking past your throat. The cold air hit your nipples and they pebbled up which caused Duncan to let out a little chuckle. “Thought about sucking your tits all night and it seems the feelings mutual.” That stupid smirk catching his mouth as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and grasped the other in his hand.

As he switched sides the cold air hitting the spit that covered your nipple made it almost painful but as he wrapped his mouth around the other you squeezed your thighs together, which he noticed. You gripped at his hair tightly as moans escaped you, fingers moving to pull his face back up to yours. Duncan caught your lips and kissed you with so much fever behind it. He pulled away from you and grasped your hand in his bringing it up to his mouth and you pushed two fingers passed his mouth.

A gasp fell from you as he sucked on your fingers, his eyes never leaving your face. His cock was rock hard at this point and he had to thrust his bulge into you to get a bit of friction. Feeling bold you reached down and palmed his cock, smiling as you felt him shudder. You squeezed him a couple of times and enjoyed the way his moans vibrated your fingers. Suddenly his hand gripped onto your wrist and he pulled away from your fingers in his mouth.

“Mmm sweet but I bet your pussy is sweeter.”

Duncan dropped onto his knees and his hands ran up the length of your legs to the sides of your thong. “Is that ok? Me having a taste of your sweet cunt darling?” His voice was deep and you nodded yes to him before repeating it him with your voice. He pulled your thong down your legs and moved the dress up around your waist. When Duncan finally wrapped his lips around your clit it made you jump slightly, his slight stubble tickling at your thighs which you were praying left an ache to your skin to remind you of later.

“Duncan! P-please use your fingers!” As good as his mouth felt on you, you’d been dying to feel his fingers inside of you. Suddenly he pushed two into you with no warning and the stretch made you yell out. His fingers pumped in and out of you with a steady rhythm and he gave a moan of approval as you started rocking your hips against his mouth. The tight ball in your stomach was getting closer and closer to exploding, Duncan catching on as he felt your pussy clench his fingers and your hand tighten in his hair.

“OH god yes!” A third finger was added and almost immediately your orgasm hitting you hard, your fingers moving down and grabbing at the white shirt stretching across his broad shoulders tightly. Duncan lapped up all of your release until you had to push him away from the burn on your thighs and the sensitivity.

“ Been wanting to fuck you all night, my cocks been aching seeing you looking at me all night instead of all these other men trying to talk to you.”  His lips met yours once more and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Then fuck me,” you whispered in his ear and gasped at his hard thrust into you. Your fingers nimbly unzipped his pants and pushed them to his thighs. “Don’t have a condom, fuck! Of course I don’t have one.” His forehead fell onto your shoulder and you whimpered, “It’s fine... I’m clean… I swear” and he nodded.

Grasping his cock into his hand, Duncan teased at your slit before pushing into you slowly. The way his cock stretched you sent shivers down your spine and you tried as hard as you could to bite back the yell you wanted to let out as he bottomed out. “Move Duncan please move.” He started to thrust into you harder and buried his face into your neck, groaning and nipping at the skin there.

“Oh fuck! Y/n you’re so fucking tight for me…thought my fingers would have stretched you out but fuck your pussy’s so tight.” Duncan knew he wasn’t going to last that long as he’d been leaking since dinner at the thought of this. Your mouth hung open and your eyes squeezed shut as he pounded into you, his hands most likely leaving marks on your waist from his grip. The second orgasm was fast approaching you as he kept up his pace, your moans getting louder and the feel of the vibrations of a song being played outside.

Duncan’s right hand pulled your leg up to wrap around his hip and the new angle had him hitting that spot inside of you perfectly. All that fell from your mouth was his name over and over again as your orgasm finally rocked through you. Lightning burst from behind your eyes and they snapped open at the command of your name from Duncan. “Wanna see those pretty eyes as you cum darling.” You were lost in his face, the dark purple makeup surrounding his blue eyes making them look so much more intense.

“Fuck I’m close, better tell me if you want me to come inside you or somewhere else. Don’t think your friend would like a cum stained dress.” He chuckled and squeezed his eyes shut for a second as you clenched around him again.

Pushing forward you kissed him deeply, teeth clashing for a second and you broke away to get on your knees. You took his cock into your mouth and sucked at him a few times before taking him as deep as you could. His hips thrusting forward with a deep rhythm, you could tell he was trying to not go to hard. You pulled off of him and pumped him with your hand a few times before saying, “cum for me Duncan, want to taste you.”

Duncan clenched his jaw and threw his head back muttering, ‘I’m gonna cum!’ as you took him into your mouth again. His cock twitched before you felt him release in your mouth, some of his cum dribbling past your lips. You swallowed his load and stood up straight, a little wobbly from being on your knees and his lips pressed to yours again. That sexy smug look was back on his face and he helped fix up your dress but stuffed your thong into his pocket, which he sent you a wink as you raised your eyebrows.

“A party favor, we should probably get back out there I’m sure someone’s looking for you.” His head pointed at your phone as the screen lit up.

As the two of you exited the bathroom together with Duncan’s hand on your waist again, he spoke up. “You have some cum on your lips there darling.” Just as you turned to look at him and wiped your finger along your lip sucking at the missed cum and moaning, you bumped into someone.

He looked startled obviously having heard Duncan’s remark and seen your response. Embarrassed you glared at Duncan and immediately could not look back at the strangers face as the man next to you zipped his pants up. The baby blue cowboy boots in front of you quickly walked away as the two of you made your way back to the ballroom. Duncan grabbed his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, the velvet just as soft as you’d thought.

“Let’s go back to my hotel darling; we can have some more privacy for you to yell my name louder.” That fucking smirk met your eyes again and you grabbed his hand following him out.

*Special thank you to @coollangdon for pushing me to write this and helping me with ideas, ilyyy* I lost my tag list but can remember a few lovely people off the top of my head and some people I hope don’t mind me tagging them, please let me know if you want to be added!

tagging: @americanhorrorstudies @langdonsoceaneyes @1-800-bitchcraft

@ghostiesbedroom @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @sojournmichael @langdonsdemon @ms-mead @langdvnshepherd @langdonsinferno

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It’s A Date

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

Pairing: Cody Fern x Female!Reader

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

Words: 847

Summary: (See ask linked!)

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

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

Masterlist | Cody Fern Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess.”

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

“Yep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. I’m...I’m fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a date!”