#duncan shepard imagine

[katiekitty261]

I made a little moodboard for Friends with benefits, just for fun. xo 

[gremlinkweenarchive-blog]

Bad Moon Rising

Part 3: Feeding Time

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: Alright, we finally have significant interaction with all four of them, just not together yet. That��s coming next chapter. I’m .......... fairly proud of this chapter, so I hope you enjoy! And as always, feel free to leave feed back and/or ask for the tag list! This will stir a lot of feelings for Michael and Duncan, fyi.

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry, but there is hella tension. There is blood, injury, purposeful self-injury (for the reasons of feeding a vampire), reader getting hurt, staring death in the face and the aftermath of that, and someone being a little callous to that fact.

Word Count: 2.6k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, and @moonagecordelia

It was a mystic ability that it seemed all Washington natives had they could tell where the sun was, even behind the layers of clouds that often blanketed the sky. She was no different, and even though there was barely any change in the light level, she could tell the sun was peaking over the horizon. She blinked sleepily, she hated that she could never sleep for more than a few hours at a time it felt like. She knew she should get up and get something today, but she was warm and comfy.

She grabbed the furry arm and pulled it closer as she snuggled into the bed. Then her eyes snapped open at the realization of what she was holding. She looked over her shoulder to see the wolf sleepily peacefully and her mind had to restart. Okay, so last night was definitely not a dream or a hallucination. Well, she was up now. She careful shimmied out from the bed as not to wake up her bed partner, and she peaked her head into the bathroom. Jim was cuddled into the pillow and snoring softly, making her smile softly. Alright, everything seemed to be going fine. She descended the stairs to the kitchen softly, catching a glimpse of the vampire who's head was still hanging low, and grabbed a banana, munching quietly as she leaned against the island. She was becoming acutely aware of eyes burrowing into the back of her skull and she whipped around nearly yelped to see that the vampire was very much awake and staring her down like a lion would a gazelle. He made no move to fight against the chains fastened around his chest, but he certainly looked like he was waiting to spring into action. 

"Hi there," she cautiously greeted and he met it with silence, just watching her every movement. "I'm Y/N...." She trailed off as he again, met her attempted conversation with silence. 

"Look, I'm sorry I knocked you and tied you up, but you were trying to kill one of my friends..." Again, silence. She had to admire his tenacity. She sighed, and was a little impressed that it was hurting her feelings a little.

She ate in silence until she heard and was just at the point that she had let it go, "You should have killed me when you had the chance."

It was amazing that this man made her jump twice in the span of ten minutes. Something about him was unsettling, but she wasn't sure what. Or more, where to start. Yeah, he was a blood-sucking vampire, but that wasn't it necessarily. She looked over at him. He was so still and controlled, like every movement he thought about doing it. There was something else though, it was just under the surface.

"I wasn't just going to kill you." She answered, earnestly. 

"Why? I was going to."

"We're not the same people. I wasn't going to kill someone that is just doing what they need to do for survival.... I just couldn't let you kill my friend." He was quiet again, and she wasn't sure where that left their conversation. Finally, he posed another question, "And what makes you so certain I won't kill you when I get out of this? I can't stay here forever."

"Well, I certainly hope that you have enough manners that you won't kill someone who could have killed you, but didn't."

He hummed.

She pursed her lips and got brave enough to venture closer to him. He was still heavily wounded, but the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck were standing up. He was staring at the ground now, but his eyes moved measuredly to meet her curious gaze, a silent and rude what being spoken with the gaze. 

"I thought vampires healed quickly." 

"I'm weak, I haven't fed in a week and a half." 

Now she hummed, and as he looked away, moving just as languidly as he did to look at her, she moved in jerk motions back to the kitchen. She tapped the counter with her nail, thinking about what she should do, and as her eyes flicked to the knife that she used for the skinning and gutting of the fish she caught for herself, she sighed deeply. 

She grabbed and a measuring cup from the cupboard and tried to get comfortable. She had to think about this, but she decided that cutting her ankle was probably the best bit. She remembered from that medical history class this was the most agreed upon spot for blood letting, and it would be the easiest to hide because man, would this cause lots of questions.

The position was less than dignified, measuring cup on the island and leg resting on that, as the rest of her was balanced on one of the stools, but it worked. She took a moment to breathe before slicing into her skin as fast and fluidly as she could. A grunt escaped her lips, but it wasn't the worst pain she's never felt. It was quiet, except the occasional sound of metal against wood. The vampire's interest was piqued now. She let the cup get most of the way full before grabbing the towel on the counter and applies pressure to the wound until the bleeding slowed down to a slow ooze. 

She grabbed the cup and approached Michael with uneasy and shaky steps. His eyes were fastened on the measuring cup and his eyes were darkening. He was inhaling the air to intake the scent of the blood. 

"Here, a peace offering. Now, please just don't..." She wasn't sure what she was asking for but his dark and red eyes fixed her gaze and he nodded for her to approach, a silent promise that he wouldn't try anything. 

There was a fire growing in her veins as she approach. She was scared and his lips turned up to a sadistic smirk hearing her heart beating like a rabbit's. There was something else here though. The way his eyes burned into her, the pure predator and prey dynamic here, was making a heat flare up in her core. She brought the cup to his lips and tipped it. He started greedily drinking the blood, his eyes keeping her gaze until his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, a languid groan sounded from him, then he was drinking down the hot liquid with even more fervor. His eyes fluttered open and with long and slow strokes of his tongue, he lapped what he could reach of the measuring cup. 

Taking it away slowly, she didn't even realize she was breathing hard. His eyes were still dark, and that dark smile was on his lips again as he licked them clean. "Thank you."

"Uh-huh," She said with a strained voice and left for the kitchen, trying to hide her flushed cheeks and arousal, but she doubted that he didn't notice. He could probably smell and hear her. She set the cup in the sink and stole another glance at the vampire and saw him watching her intently. 

She turned to go back upstairs to get changed, but as she got ready for the day, it hit her why he was so unnerving. She only saw him breathe to get the scent of her blood, other than that, his chest was stationary. He only moved out of necessity. There were none of the involuntary movements that came with being alive, he didn't even twitch his head or blink for that matter. He was totally and utterly in control of himself, and something about that just scared her, but also had an extreme power over her. 

She slipped out of the house without even looking into the living room, she didn't want to have to have anymore interaction with the vampire than she had to. It was too much to be in the presence of such an apex predator. 

------------------------------ The shopping went well, even if the new wound on her ankle had started burning half way from the trip. She wasn't too bothered though, but she was happy to be wrestling the groceries into the house. She set things down on the island and kicked off her shoes, but something mad her stop. Something wasn't right here, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She went through the small entry way off to the side of the kitchen that connected the stairs and the living room, and it clicked. The beam was broken, the chains were strewn around the floor and there was no vampire in sight. Fuck. 

Suddenly, she was forced to the wall with a hand clamped around her throat. "I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm not big on manners." 

She made eye contact with him, but she wasn't able to contain her fear like she did with the wolf. This was a creature hellbent on hurting her. 

He was smiling again, drinking in your fear. "You know, this morning I was planning on just ripping open your neck and then draining that little merman you have up stairs, but you just taste so goddamn delicious. I think I'm going to have to keep you around for awhile. I haven't had my own personal blood bag in such a long time." 

She whimpered, terrified of this creature now, truly and wholly. He didn't have an ounce of sympathy in his eyes, if anything, unbridled joy at your fear. "Know that I'm going to suck you dry just until you're about to die, then I'm going to kill your friend. We're going to have fun." 

You had no idea what to do, but from the lack of oxygen and his words had tears pricking your eyes. 

"Now, Michael," you didn't have time to respond before the vampire was forced from you and in the quick struggle, you were pushed to the couch in your living room. You grabbed your throat and looked up in confusion to see what they fuck was going on. 

"That's not very nice." 

What a sight it was. There was a man you didn't recognize pinning the vampire to the wall the same way he had pinned you. He was also naked as the day he was born. His arm flexed as his fingers tightened around the other's neck, his back was toned and that was by far the most pert and mouth watering ass you had ever seen. He was just hard muscle and part of you wondered if Michelangelo didn't carve him from marble. 

"Our gracious host spares your life, and this is how you repay her?" He turned to look over his shoulder to look at you, giving you a wink. "Hey there, sweetheart." 

You nearly hit the floor, you knew those eyes. This is the wolf that you shared your bed with. You could see the wounds, but they were practically all healed now. You found yourself thanking the universe for him now. 

He turned his attention to the vampire again, "Honestly, Michael. I know you were born in a barn, but this is a new level of rude for you. This nice girl does so much for you, even feeds you, and you have the audacity to want to hurt her like that? Shameful."

Michael's mouth is set in a hard and angry line, but not risking a fight. Seeing his hesitance, Duncan grins in his face.

"You're still weak from the fight, aren't you? You know I can snap your neck right now and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me." Michael looked away from him, and she yelped from her position on the couch.

He looked over at her, "Too much, sweetheart?" He turned back to Michael, a cocky sort of anger lighting his eyes.

"Even now, she isn't keen on killing you. As I said, shameful." He did change his stance a bit, and she couldn't help but stare at his tight backside as he moved.

"If you promise to be good, I'll let you go, kitten."

Michael's nose flared at the comment and she was more than confused as to what that was about.

"I promise," Michael agreed through gritted teeth and Duncan let him go.

"That's a good boy."

Now, Duncan's attention was on her and he was smiling. She saw him now in all his glory, and her breath hitched. With a smirk, he moved towards her, crawling over the couch to her. She hadn't been intimate with anyone in over a year, and even then, she wasn't used to someone to forward. She sunk into the couch with a bright red blush and wide eyes.

"Hi, sweetheart." He asked, his face hovering just above her's and his voice was low. "We weren't properly introduced last night. I'm Duncan Shepard, next alpha of the largest and most powerful pack on the East Coast. What's your name?"

She hummed like she understood what the hell he just said to her, and then it hit her that he asked for her name. "It's, um, Y/N."

He grinned. "Y/N," he spoke like he was tasting her name in her mouth. "That's a beautiful name."

"Thanks," she squeaked out and he was smiling and biting his lip.

"God, what a cute omega you'd make."

"Thanks, um. Can you, Can you maybe put on some clothes?" She was bright red and she had just done 180s with her emotions and she needed some type of relief from this. Just a moment to process this. "I've got somethings up stairs."

Duncan was slightly taken aback, not sure how to take her comment. She certainly didn't smell like she wanted him off of her, but her eyes were practically begging, and Micahel let out an amused snort from somewhere behind the two of them.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she was bright red and he saw the storm of emotions and he nodded, letting her up and watched her as she ran to the long way to the bathroom avoiding Michael as much as she could. Once she was out of Duncan's sight, he turned to Michael and the eye contact they held screamed a thousand words and emotions, but no words were shared.

She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door closed and turned on the facet and splashed her face with water. Her breathing was irregular, and she was fighting back tears. She had been nearly killed, and then whatever that was with Duncan happened, and she was scared. Scared was the only word she had, and she was beginning to regret this whole thing.

"Y/N?" Jim cautiously asked, but concern dripped through his voice.

The young woman nearly jumped out of her skin, for a moment forgetting that the merman was in the room. "Yeah, hi Jim. Sorry."

"Are you okay?" He knew the answer, he knew the telltale signs of the beginning to breakdown, and he could see the bruise on your neck forming, but he felt like he it wasn't his place to tell you that you weren't okay.

"... I will be," She spoke carefully, "I will be."

Jim held out his hand and she stared at it for a moment before gingerly placing her's in the palm. He gently squeezed her hand and she felt the tension slip from her muscles. He offered her a small and kind smile, and she didn't know how, but she was pretty sure that was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

"You will be," he reassured her, and she believed him.

[sojovrn]

dressing room // ml

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

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

word count: 1.2k

requested: no

pairing: rockstar!michael langdon x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

now was the time.

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

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

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

"please." you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"use your fucking words." he groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

he unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor.

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

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

"never."

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

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

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

@avesatanormalpeoplescareme

[langdons-little-witch-bitch]

In the dark of the night

(gif by @violadvis)

Summary: Gathered around the bonfire the creepy story being told scares you, but Xavier has his own way of comforting you.

A/N: Y’all can thank (or blame 😅) @itsmelunamoon for this. Our conversation about the gif above inspired this little OS.

Since the season didn’t aired yet this is nothing valid. The characterization is solely based on my imagination of how he’s gonna be like after seeing the 2 trailer. Idek if that’s really gonna be his name, but we’ll see. I can tell I already love this precious lil fuckboy 😄

Also I finished this around 5am so it’s probably not the best 🙈

(English is not my first language)

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex

Word count: 1499

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The crackling of the fire held a comforting effect compared to the disquieting noises that echoed through the nightly wood. The screech of a distinct owl, rustling in the brush, branches snapping. A shiver run down your spine. From the upcoming cold or fear?

It was your free evening, but instead of just relaxing in your cabin your roommate convinced you to come to the bonfire with the other new counselors. You all gathered closely around the warm fire, grilled marshmallows, drank some booze that one of the guys had smuggled in the camp and now one of your co-counselors was telling a spooky story about some psychopath that was rumored to roam this forest and slay people with a huge knife. Just one of those classical bonfire stories to frighten people, nothing to worry about, you told yourself. But you couldn’t help feel a bit at unease.

Suddenly you felt someone sit down next to you on the big branch. Confused you looked to your left where you expected to discover your friend, but she was gone. You were so focused on the story and your own thoughts that you didn’t noticed her leaving. Instead of her small face, surrounded by hazelnut hair, you looked at the sharp features of Xavier. The blonde had propped himself on the wood casually, legs spread widely as he leant into you closely with a smug smile on his lips, his little earing glistening in the light of fire.

“Are you scared?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his deep voice.

“N-No. Why would I?” You didn’t wanted to admit that the whole situation, the scary story plus the surroundings do creeped you out a bit. You thought he would laugh at you.

“Mhh are you sure? You are shivering.” He leant in closer, his arm resting behind your back, not fully touching just brushing against it.

“It’s just getting cold, that’s all.” you tried to brush it off.

“How about I warm you up a bit then?”, his voice low and seductive, his hand suddenly on your thigh caressing your skin.

You swallowed hard, the whole situation overwhelming and confusing to you. He was so close, his arm now grapping around your waist, his lips close to your ear, his warm breath making goosebumps erupt on your neck running down your entire body. His nose brushed your cheek lightly, his smell intoxicating. You couldn’t think straight anymore. What the hell is happening here? you asked yourself.

Never would you’ve imagined of finding yourself in such a situation. You and Xavier weren’t close or anything, neither did you thought he would be interested in you. You shared a bit small talk about the work at Camp Redwood here and there, that’s it. He was loud and confident, always center of attention, a bit cocky. The complete opposite of you. Not to forget he was kind of a fuck boy, always flirting with practically everyone. Especially the camper were constantly gushing about him, throwing themselves at him. Not that you could blame them.

Xavier was incredibly handsome. Soft, fluffy, blonde hair with those cute little strands falling on his forehead. Dazzling blue eyes, that shimmered like the lake in the sunlight. Plump, pink lips that almost always held an  arrogant smirk. A sharp jawline that could cut through glass. And you couldn’t help but stare at his thick thighs and firm bottom whenever he wore those super short, tight shorts.

“What do you say, how about we get away from here?” his smooth voice abruptly pulled you out of your train of thoughts.

You looked at him slightly shocked to find him wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at you. The silly gesture made you laugh softly. Sneaking away in the middle of the night to god knows where probably wasn’t the best idea, but the liquor from earlier and Xavier’s proximity made your head spin so you couldn’t think straight. You just nodded your head, and he immediately snatched your hand, leading you away from the bonfire, further into the woods.

“Where are you going?” you asked concerned.

“Somewhere more quiet of course.”

“Why can’t we go back to our cabins, they’re all empty now.”

“Nah there are way too many people at camp. I’d rather be alone with you.”

He suddenly turned around and backed you up against a tree, his arms trapping you, making you gasp. You could barely make out his face in the dark, the only source of light was the moon shining through the branches of the trees.

“I just don’t think it’s really safe out here.”

He started laughing. “Why? Because of that silly story? Don’t worry sweetheart. I protect you from the big, bad serial killer.”, he grinned, leaning his head down to catch your lips with his.

The kiss was a bit sloppy but nice. His lips were soft and warm, and you could taste the faint peppermint flavor of the gum he was often chewing. His hands found your waist and yours wrapped around his neck while the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Tongues swirling together, teeth nibbling at bottom lips. Xavier released a low growl as he pulled you in even closer, rubbing his growing bulge against your covered core. You moaned softly, your hands gripping at the back of his hair.

“Fuck I want you so bad,” he whispered huskily in your ear, taking your top and bra off hastily. His eager hands roamed your upper body, groping the tender flesh of your breasts while he kissed and sucked at your neck. Soft whimpers and moans fell from your lips at the feeling of his lips and hands caressing your body. One of them made it’s way down your stomach past the waistband of your shorts and panties. A loud moan escaped you as he started rubbing your clit.

“So wet for me babe,” he stated with satisfaction, your arousal coating his hand. He slowly inserted one finger, thrusting at a slow pace at first until he felt you grind down on him, the feeling of his long, slender finger caressing your inner walls so good. But you needed more. As if he could read your mind Xavier added a second finger. His thrusts at a steady pace now, his thump circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, while his lips had started sucking at the swell of your breast, before paying attention to your hardened nipples. The sounds of your pleasure resounding through the forest. Thankfully you were far enough away from everyone else, so no one could hear you. As Xavier hit the right spot deep inside of you, you let out a small scream.

“Fuck, right there. Feels so good.”

Just when your body started trembling from the pleasure and you were about to reach your high, he retracted his hand.

“What the fuck?” you panted.

“Sorry babe, I can’t wait any longer.” He worked fastly at his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down to free his neglected and rock hard length. A relieved moan escaped his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it. You bit your bottom lip at the marvelous sight, your heat throbbing with want and anticipation.

Xavier pulled your bottoms down and grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up against the tree. The hard bark grazing your skin, making you hiss slightly in pain. You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips. He rubbed his length against your core, moisturizing it with your juices before pushing inside. He groaned deeply at the feeling of being buried in your warmth. He started rocking his hips into yours at a rapid, eager pace. Your hands clawed at his shoulders as you meet his thrusts, trying to keep up with his rhythm.

Loud moans and pants echoed through the night.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. So wet and warm.”

He hoisted you up higher against the tree, creating a new angle. The next deep thrust hitting your sweet spot. You moaned out his name.

“Do that again,” he growled, pumping his length in and out of you in a hard, fast pace now, trying to reach the same spot over and over again.

“Xavier,” you squealed loudly, “I’m so close.”

“Me, too baby girl.”

He started rubbing at your clit again and soon you felt warmth flood your entire body, your stomach tightened, your breathing turned into panting before that feeling of complete euphoria took over your entire body and you reached your high.

Xavier, lost in his own pleasure, watched you fall apart. The sight of you, eyes closed in pure bliss, head thrown back, moaning and whimpering incoherent expressions of pleasure accompanied by his name, triggered his own release. With a deep grunt he came hard, his head burrowed in your neck.

“Ah fuck, that was good.”

Just as you were about to reply your shrill scream filling the air as you spotted a dark figure right behind Xavier, a huge knife raised in his hand.

Tagging: @officialcodysfallenangels @hplotrfan @divinelittlelight @kalam22 @luthienshavenlove @stupidocupido @sojournmichael (hope it’s ok I tagged y’all)

*Usually I wouldn’t tag my work in tags where it doesn’t belong, but since the situation is a bit different here I’m gonna make an exception. 

[txrgaryenss]

[5sos-wdw]

My sister said that Cody fern in the boy wonder episode, looks like he’s 12 and 38 simultaneously.

[antichristsxbox]

It’s a match!

Summary: You meet Duncan on a dating app and the two of you decide to go out for dinner together. Warning: this contains smut! :)

From the writer: Hey guys, this is the first-ever fic I’ve written about Duncan from House of Cards! I really like this and I hope you do as well. If you enjoyed this, all likes and reblogs are appreciated + check out more fics I’ve written on my masterlist!

Word count: 2,425

Left, left, left, right, left, right, right— it’s a match! A cute man named Duncan with brown hair and blue eyes. He lives in the city, not too far from your home in Alexandria. He’s a politician, or at least claims to be on his profile; he’s looking for a relationship but would also like to have fun and see where this dating app takes him. Perfect, you think. Before you could even send ‘hi,’ a message from Duncan comes through. He is wondering if you would like to meet up for dinner sometime this week and even offers to pick you up. You reply back, saying you would love to meet up with him although you live out of his way, so he shouldn’t bother to pick you up. Also, you don’t really like it when you get picked up on the first date. If your date is annoying, weird, or boring you never like to stick around— a friend is always willing to fake an emergency call for you to give you an out.

The time agreed for dinner was tonight at seven-thirty. There’s a Capital Grille downtown, and Duncan offers to call and make a reservation. While everything is falling into place for tonight, your mind wanders to what you should wear. Thankfully, you take Fridays off of work, so you’re not going to be bombarded with patients or meetings today. It’s very important, first impressions— you wouldn’t want to look tired or worn-out like after a long day of work. After circling around your walk-in closet a couple times, you decide on a black jumpsuit with a v-neck and a halter-style neckline. The legs are wide-cut and there’s a thin band of rhinestones around the entire waist. A matching pair of black, open-toed Louboutin heels tie the look together nicely.

Slowly, you make your way down the stairs to your underground garage. Whoever built this house initially went all-out— big columns surrounding the entire house complete with first and second-floor wraparound porches. A garage aboveground wouldn’t go with the aesthetic of this Antebellum South style mansion. Sometimes, it’s difficult to pick your car of the day, but today is not one of those days. Between your Mercedes S550, Porsche 911 Carrera S Cabriolet, Audi S3, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the Porsche takes the cake for tonight. The weather is nice tonight, you could let the top down and cruise up the highway for your short ride to D.C. Plus, the black exterior with black detailing, then red from the mechanical details behind the wheels matches your outfit perfectly.

Eventually, you find your way to the Capital Grille downtown. It’s already dark outside, but you manage to spot the valet horseshoe just in time before missing the turn completely. You exchange your keys for a valet ticket, then walk through the door held for you by the hosts. As you look up to see if your date has arrived, you spot Duncan at a booth near the side of the restaurant. You walk over and he stands to greet you, offering a small hug before the both of you sit.

“So, Ms. (y/l/n),” he says, but you cut him off before he could continue.

“Dr. (y/l/n),” you say with a smile, raising your glass of ice water to your lips to take a small sip. Duncan quickly apologizes and corrects himself, giving a warm smile back in return; he mentally kicks himself for not remembering after reading your profile. Duncan goes on and says he’s wondering about your hobbies, but could see why you might not have many as caring for patients takes up a large chunk of time. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were only a dermatologist, you go on, but you also run a successful clinical trial research lab in your office as well. Having to continually monitor patients is a huge time-suck.

“What do you do, Duncan?” you ask, glancing up to meet his brilliant blue eyes. He explains that he is a politician and many of his family members are prominent people around the city as well. Sure, you think you’ve seen Duncan in an interview or read about him in an article or two, you recall. After making small talk about each other’s careers for a bit longer, you begin to delve into what intrigued you about the other. What ‘made you swipe,’ per se. For you, Duncan seemed nice and cute as well as successful from what he described in his profile. You look for men with a similar drive and ambition as you or else you may get bored, you say. Similarly, Duncan says he was attracted to your success and ambition in your field of work. He even remarks that he has visited your practice before, but seen your nurse practitioner rather than you. As you continue to chat with Duncan, you begin to wonder if he would ride back home with you. Sure, he may be looking for a relationship, but you’re not sure you’d like to spend time getting to know this man if he’s a not a good fuck. There’s plenty of cuter, more successful men in D.C. for you to spend your time on if Duncan can’t make it happen. Sometimes, nice guys are nice because they need to compensate for something.

“So, did you drive here?” you ask, gliding your finger across the top of your water glass in circles.

“Oh, no, I Ubered in case we wanted to get a bottle of wine,” he says.

Perfect, you think. You could offer Duncan a ride back to his place or offer him a ride to your place. How could he resist at that point? After dinner has come to an end, you and Duncan make your way out to the valet horseshoe again. He holds the door for you and offers to wait with you while your car is being pulled up.

“I could give you a ride home,” you say with a smile. He initially declines, but then graciously accepts your offer when he opens the Uber app and finds that no rides are available near him. A loud, high-pitched whirring noise fills the alcove, and you could tell your car close. The turbo engine causes the noise to be more high-pitched than a regular engine as the turbines spin ten times faster than a regular engine would allow. You step forward and hand the valet boy your ticket from where the top would be if it was up.

“This is you?” Duncan says, raising his eyebrows and smiling. You make your way to the driver’s side door— the valet boy left it open for you, then closes it behind you as you tuck your feet inside. Duncan opens the passenger side door and climbs in. As soon as you pull out from the restaurant’s front and stop to turn on the road, you begin to speak.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” you ask, turning on your turn signal to indicate the right turn you’re about to make. There’s a line of cars passing by for now, so you turn to Duncan in anticipation of his response. There is not much hesitation before he nods his head yes and a smile curls around his face.

To no surprise on Duncan’s end, he is now pulling up towards an amazing home. What really gets him is the underground garage. What a nice touch, he thinks to himself. He knows for sure she’ll never be after his money— perhaps he’s going for hers at this point. Although that may be a joke with himself, for now, he knows that the car he’s currently sitting in is half a year’s salary at his job now. For the current object of his attention, this is just frivolous spending money. For her, a quarter-million dollars is nothing, especially in a garage with three more amazing, beautiful cars. All cars are shiny black— each with stunning, custom details.

You press a button near the rearview mirror and the garage begins to close. The trip up the stairs to the first floor of your house is longer than you would like it to be, especially with Duncan on your mind. He stands behind you on the stairs, as a gentleman should— ready to catch the lady if she slips or tumbles. Once you’ve made it upstairs, you don’t bother walking all the way to your room, you sit down on the couch in your living room. Duncan soon follows, sitting right next to you, resting his hand on your thigh. As he leans in for a kiss, you surge forward to meet his lips. His scruffy facial hair tickles your face, but you pull away from his lips as it begins to scratch. Men with facial hair are amazing, but you prefer it to be a little longer so it could be smoother rather than prickly. Nothing against Duncan himself so far, though— amazing kisser, that man. His hands move from your shoulders down to your waist, and he attempts to tug your jumpsuit up, probably thinking it’s a shirt.

“Oh, I got that,” you say, reaching behind you to unzip the zipper from the back of your outfit. As the zipper becomes undone, the neckline to your outfit loosens and a sleeve begins to fall from your shoulder. Duncan unbuttons his own shirt and allows that to fall to the floor, then peels off his undershirt and throws it across the room. You let your sleeves slip all the way down your arms, then off your fingertips until the top of your jumpsuit pools at your waist, leaving you sitting on the couch in your bra and pants. Kicking off your shoes, you pull your jumpsuit down further so you would only be in your bra and underwear. After seeing this, Duncan makes haste to unbuckle his pants and belt, then casts those to the side as well. Clearly, he was excited to be here as there is a prominent bulge present in his boxers, straining against the thin fabric. Duncan’s soft hands meet your unclothed waist— this gives you the chills as be begins to kiss you again, scruffy facial hair and all. Now, you’re beginning to feel a growing sense of urgency pool between your legs, and you’re eager to explore what Duncan has to offer.

“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?” he asks after breaking his string of kisses. You agree and stand up to lead Duncan to your bedroom. After arriving at the master suite, it doesn’t take long for both of you to climb on the bed. Duncan’s beneath you as you lay on top of him, legs straddled above his waist, brushing over his solid erection. Your lips are still crashing together, but your mouth grows wider with every kiss, accepting more of Duncan with every movement. One of his hands travel to your back while the other begins to massage one of your breasts, then you feel your bra unhook and fall in front of you. Duncan catches it with the hand that was occupied with your breast, then he throws it off the bed. After this, you reach to tug down your underwear, then cast it aside like your bra. Duncan’s erection springs up from his boxers, and it’s a clear sign of relief when he is freed from the confines of his tight underwear. After exchanging a few more passionate kisses, you reach for his long, thick member and line it up with your entrance. He lets out a few small groans as you touch him. As you begin to sink down on him, he bucks his hips up and thrusts himself further in, yet you’re not all the way adjusted to how he feels in you. As you rock your hips over him a few times, the feeling of him stretching your walls all the way begins to sink in— there’s not a space inside untouched by Duncan, you’re completely full. You shift back and forth on him, causing the pressure due to him being more and less present in alternating sides inside you. The most pleasure comes from moving your hips forward, having him press back inside you near your most sensitive areas. After a few more minutes of this, Duncan leans forward and tells you to lay down.

He’s now between your thighs with your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing behind him. Now, he’s pounding into you, skin hardly slapping against skin. For a while, it was a dull sensation— but, time after time, it’s now biting and harsh every time he smacks himself against you, balls slapping against your wet heat repeatedly for the past few minutes now. You could tell where he was inside of you by tracking where the significantly thicker head was from the rest of his cock, the suction caused by this letting a lewd popping sound release through the air every time he pulls completely out and then re-enters. Duncan then decided to place a pillow under your hips, allowing for him to angle down inside you to hit your sweet spot. Not long after this, you feel your orgasm is near. Tightening your grip on Duncan with your legs, you begin to rock your hips in sync with every thrust he makes, chasing your own pleasure. As his movements become somewhat erratic and varying from his usual thrust force, he either shifts slightly or slams even harder into you. After a few deep breaths and hard thrusts, Duncan releases himself inside you, pushing himself even deeper inside, almost brushing your cervix. Following this, your orgasm washes over you, clenching around his cock and drawing his warmth even deeper inside you. Muscle contractions move up his cock, squeezing him for anything he has left.

Slowly, Duncan exits you, followed by a trail of his cum leaking from your entrance. He looks down and licks his lips at the sight of you laying down in front of him, full of him.

“You’re staying over,” you say, no room to interpret that as a question due to your commanding tone.

“I couldn’t leave if I wanted to, baby, you’re my ride home,” he says, laying down next to you and smiling.

“I don’t want to, though. You actually don’t have to take me back to my place at all.”

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[rott3nc0re]

Phone Call

Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader

Blurb

warning: oral (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, some swearing

“Baby, you know we can’t”

Duncan said as you were straddling his lap and giving him kisses on his neck and jaw. “Please Duncan, i’ll be very quiet” you begged him. You grinded aganist him, letting his moans escape from his mouth. You smirked and kissed his neck some more. “Fine, you better be quiet, princess” he demanded with a deep voice. “Now on your knees” he ordered you.

You obeyed and swiftly moved yourself onto your knees. You palmed him through his pants, earning a growl from him. He gripped onto your hair and pulled it, making you whine and whimper. “You know how I feel about teasing” he warned you as he gripped onto your hair a little harder. “I’m s-sorry, daddy” you whined to him. “It better not happen again” he demanded as he let go of your hair.

You nodded your head and started unbuttoning his pants. “Such a good girl for daddy hm?” he said as his caressed your chin as you pulled down his pants. “I want you to look at me while you’re taking my cock in your mouth” he demanded as his thumb brushed against your lips. “Yes, daddy” you complied as you pulled out his member. The phone started ringing, singling that it was time for Duncan’s phone meeting. “Remember to be quiet while I take this phone call” He ordered you as he stroked your hair. You nodded and bit your lip.

“Yes?” Duncan answered the phone. You started stroking his cock slowly, letting a sigh come from his lips. His eyes looked at your movements as his hand stroked your hair softly. You smirked and picked up the pace a little faster, making him giving you a warning glance. “Y-yeah we can do that” he stuttered a little bit through the phone, letting his moans and groans starting to appear. Your eyes looked in his as you placed his cock into your mouth. “Excuse me for one second” he told the person on the other end of the phone. He pulled his phone away from his ear and let out a soft groan. “Fuck baby” he let out as a whispered groan. You moved your head up and down slowly on his shaft, making him tug on your hair. “I’m back” he said as he placed the phone back onto his ear. You started going a little faster, making Duncan go on edge. It made you wet how bad Duncan wanted to moan, how he wanted to encourage you to make him cum. He kept his moans in as he was on the phone. He would stutter at times, making you softly moan on his cock.

He moved your head all the down to the base of his member, letting you gag. Your eyes water as his cock hit the back of your throat, being to big to fit. He bit his lip as he watched you taking all of him. He let your head rise up, watching your tears come down your face. “Good girl” he mouthed to you. You continued stroking and sucking at once on his shaft, letting him grip onto his phone. He was going to cum soon and you can tell. He bucked his hips, letting his shaft go into your mouth. He bit his lip constantly, trying to hide his beautiful moans and groans. “T-thanks, it was an h-honor talking to you” he told the man on the other line. He hung up the phone and paid full attention to you. “Right there baby, make me fucking cum” he finally got to moan out. His grip on your hair was very strong, making you whine a little bit. “That’s it, right there” he encouraged you as your head and hand went faster. Soon, you felt his warm liquid shoot into your mouth, making you swallow. He let out the most beautiful moan, the deepness and raspiness of his moan made you very wet. You took him out of your mouth and stroked the cum that was dripping down his shaft. You licked him clean while your eyes stayed on his. “I told you I would be quiet” you said to him. “I heard you moan baby, you know what that does to me” he said breathlessly. “I don’t know what you mean, daddy” you played dumb towards him.

“You’re really asking for trouble huh?”

[babyboy-cody]

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

Prompt List

* 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

Updated: March 14, 2021

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

unrequited (ft. roman godfrey) // ONGOING

SUMMARY: Some things aren’t meant to last for a while. Those “things” sometimes include marriage.

[part one] [part two] [part three]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

good boy*

under my commands*

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

lactation kink*

michael being feminine

J, K, P, Y

A, H, I, M

C, O, D, Y

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

1 //

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒

michael likes being the little spoon

touch starved!reader

brushing mean daddy!michael’s hair

michael’s hair in a low bun

wearing michael’s ring as a necklace

if michael took a different route

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

creature of the night // COMPLETED

SUMMARY: Y/N is a well-known exotic dancer at a high end club. She’s independent and strong minded. But sometimes, people have too much power over her.

[part one] [part two*] [part three] [part four*]

— moodboard

complex desires (ft. bill skarsgård) // ongoing

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

having duncan as a sugar daddy*

blackmailing and cheating

F, E, R, N

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

1 // 2 // 3 //

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒

mafia!duncan’s birthday ends in a lap dance*

getting a collar for your birthday

older!duncan plays with little!reader*

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

waste the night

hazy

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

meeting your parents for the first time

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒

lace kink*

jim punishes bratty!reader*

MASTERLIST FOR TRIOS, FOURSOMES, AND BILL’S CHARACTERS CAN BE FOUND HERE.

PART TWO MASTERLIST FOR TRIOS, FOURSOMES, AND BILL’S CHARACTERS CAN BE FOUND HERE.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

At home, finally-Duncan Shepard

Summary: Dating Duncan Shepard in secret is fun, but what happens when he goes to a public gala expressing his to you in front of many politicians and important guests but especially when Annette hears his undying love for a mere ‘baker-girl’. Surely something is bound to happen...

Forbidden Relationship series

-Y/n’s apartment-

With the arrival of Duncan and Y/n back home no one said a single word. Something that rarely happens between them. Y/n walked to her living room putting her heels near the others and sitting down of the spacious couch. While Duncan discarded his jacket and removed his shoes.

‘Why?’ Y/n asked breaking the silence 

Duncan doesn’t immediately answer but only walks to her and sitting next to her. He turns to face her seeing her eyes fixed on the carpet floor, her eyes dull and nearly teary.

‘I know that we didn't agree to announce our relationship tonight but to be honest I want to go out with you and I want to kiss you in public, or when I see you in the city I want to go and hug the shit out of you in front of everyone and not to hide, not anymore. I’m sorry for not giving you a heads up.’

Y/n carefully listened to every single word but as much she wanted to be angry, in a weird way she was happy.

‘What about your mom?’ Y/n asks as she turns to face him.

Duncan sighs ‘She isn’t important now.’ 

‘One way or another we will need to face her again.’

Duncan smiles a little as he reaches to her hand holding it carefully ‘Yes, together.’

Y/n leans on Duncan placing her head on his shoulder letting her weight fall on him. From the glitz and glamour to the empty hallway conversation Y/n’s eyes close and her body goes limp and sleep washes over her, the last thing she remembers is Duncan kissing her forehead.

The shining sun rose again, stirring Y/n from her slumber feeling her naked body under her blanket. Turning away from the sun she sees Duncan sleeping next to her very much awake with a small smile.

‘Morning...’ he rasped out 

‘Morning, I thought that you already left.’ Y/n says as she snuggles up to her boyfriend.

‘Noooo, I decided that today I will take a day off, you know to spend some time with my girl.’ Duncan leans down kissing her forehead

‘Did we...?’ Y/n asks trying to remember last night.

Duncan shakes his head ‘As much you looked beautifully yesterday, no, we did not. You were out cold so I carried you to the bed and undressed you and then myself.’ 

Y/n smiles as she looks at her boyfriend’s face looking at this mesmerizing blue/green eyes. As the day continued Y/n and Duncan spent it on the couch watching movies with no care in the world. 

Unfortunately, Y/n knew better that this will pass and something worse will come knocking on her doorstep.

To be continued...

Tell me what you think ❤

[katiekitty261]

Kink hour at 12 AM EST!

I’m tired of all the negativity, I want to get back to my roots, being slutty. So kink Hour tonight at midnight. Also if I’m feeling Inspired I’ll write a few blurbs/drabbles like I did with skinny dipping. Come hang with me!

Also, feel free to send anything early!!!! I will answer all my asks tonight, so don’t feel pressured to stay awake or think you’ll miss out. XOXO

Honestly, it’s 5 pm and I’m already thirsty for my angels.

[gremlinkweenarchive-blog]

Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My! 

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: So, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think! 

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, and @moonagecordelia

"I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?"

"Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that's not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out."

"... Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?" No, it really didn't, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she'd believe him.

"You should probably take care of him."

"Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope."

He scoffed, "Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart."

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. This was fucked up. "No."

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

"I said no. He's just trying to survive like you. I'll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?"

Jim's cheeks heated to a slight pink, she was right, but it was just difficult when you were the pray. "I don't think that's a good idea. It's probably going to end badly."

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that's not what she said. "I think it's going to be fine."

".... Okay, if you say so." Jim was still so unsure of this. "Just move him please."

"Yeah, no problem."

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn't an easy feat, but you did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she's been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn't imagine he'd be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she'd really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad's old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

"Hi there, Y/N, a little la-" a familiar voice called, but with the night's events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"Hi, Rory. Sorry, it's been a night." Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock's favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. You really weren't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he just always had been a night owl.

"I could see that," his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. "Dragging in buckets of sea water?"

"It's an art project," She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. "You know, for processing trauma. I read about it."

"Okay then, Y/N," he was unsure, but he was going to drop it.

"I'm going out for more things." She didn't know when to stop talking apparently.

"Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful," he wished her well, "It's a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight."

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. "Will do, you get some rest."

"You too, dear."

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. It wasn't hard to get it, but she found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats.

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn't know what it could be. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. "Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let's just get this over with."

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds biting in much passed down the fur. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it's full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. "Don't even think about it, buddy," she said firmly and the wolf's ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

"I've got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he's going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you're hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick."

It looked like it was debating something it's head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it's ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

"Come on, let's go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up."

He limped along with you, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn't too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory's house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out against the beam. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. "Go upstairs, it's the room with the lights on."

The wolf looked at you uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its' shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn't waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn't think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

"Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but," the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

"Uhhh, Y/N," Jim called from the bathroom. "What was that?"

She turned around and went to the door. "I might have made another new friend tonight." The wolf's head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

"That's an alpha werewolf."

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim's neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn't help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. "Why was he growling at you?"

"I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds."

The monstrous animal's ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

"Be nice. She doesn't know anything and you can't talk in that form," Jim chided with a small smile.

"You don't need to rub it in!" She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

"Werewolves don't need stitches, particularly alphas. He'll be fine by tomorrow night, you won't even know that he was hurt."

She nodded, but then stopped. "Why did he come with me then? If he didn't need help."

Jim's eyes were practically shining with mischief. "He probably thinks you're cute."

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

"Or he had other reasons, I'm just," He had to think about it. He wasn't sure about the human word for this. "Having my fun?" He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

"I didn't realize I was opening my door to such jokesters," but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out, "Well, I think I'm going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?"

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn't have them in the ocean.

"I'll go get one for you away."

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

"This is very comfortable. What did you call this?"

She chuckled, "A pillow. Goodnight, Jim."

He smiled, "Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again."

"It's no problem." With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn't coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat .... Then she saved a merman .... Then they got attacked by a vampire ..... and then she picked up a werewolf ..... and now there's a merman in  her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was.... weird. This was a weird night. This couldn't have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn't real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal's tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn't let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

[asfanfiction]

Drabble ----Michael Langdon

Very short

Warning sexual

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

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

[georgiadixon]

romeo, oh romeo (part one)

pairing: duncan shepherd x reader

warnings: just some kissin ;)

summary: everything in your life was hard, and he was so soft. (romeo & juliet au)

word count: 795

a/n: this idea popped into my head a few weeks ago so i wanted to give it a try. pls let me know what you think and any ideas you might have for this series! ♡

my masterlist is in my bio!

two households, both alike in dignity

from ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

from forth the fatal loins of these two foes

a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,

whose misadventured piteous overthrows

doth with their death bury their parents' strife.

the fearful passage of their death-marked love

and the continuance of their parents' rage,

which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,

is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.

the which, if you with patient ears attend,

what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

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for as long as anyone could remember, the shepherds and the underwoods despised each other. you knew not why, nor understood the dark energy between your family and theirs. but you were an underwood, which held more meaning than any other title known to your kind.

when you were small, your father’s mother used to tell you stories of the shepherds. some history, some fiction, but they were horribly described, and in your grandmother’s versions they were always defeated in the end. at some time you began to wonder what they ever did to deserve the malice your family gave them, but whenever you wondered these thoughts aloud you were hushed and sent to your room.

as you grew older, your interest for the shepherds only grew. you were an only child, though their family had several children who always played together in the town’s courtyard. you, however, were strictly forbidden from going anywhere near these “dirty hooligans” as your grandmother called them. you never thought it was fair. you used to cry by the window as you saw the children playing together. you would watch the little boy with golden hair who sat by himself on the curb as he pushed his hair out of his eyes. you wondered if he felt lonely too.

by the time you were barely a woman, you were being groomed to be married. your father spoke of a wealthy prince in a nearby kingdom who was to be your husband. you felt disgusted thinking about laying with him, but this was your fate from the moment you were born. the underwoods had a legacy to uphold, and you were going to be apart of it if it was the last thing you did.

as the wedding neared, and your spirit descended, you were at your final dress fitting. with a few tears running down your eyes, you flattened your dress and stood back. you looked in the mirror and sighed.

“are you alright, ma’am?” you heard a low voice from behind you. you locked eyes with the young boy in the mirror and smiled sadly. “i’m fine.” you turned to face him. you looked at him for a long moment before you finally spoke. “thank you.” he nodded slowly and put his hands in his pockets. “i’m fine.” you repeated to yourself as you turned back around.

“well, you look lovely.”

“i’m getting married.” you said abruptly as you went back to look in his eyes. he took a deep breath and his eyebrows raised. “i know.” he said apologetically. it was then you recognized him, the boy you watched intriguingly as a young girl. his hair was darker, now more of a brown than a blonde. but you studied his eyes and they were exactly the same, ocean blue.

you gasped slightly before you started to back away, becoming afraid by even the thought of being found alone with a shepherd. if your grandmother found you like this, you could only imagine. “you shouldn’t be here…” you whispered, moving your feet until your back hit the wall.

the boy shook his head and walked over to you, leaning his head closer so only you could hear him. “y/n.” “how do you know my name?” he looked back and forth between your eyes before answering.

“i’ve watched you my whole life, dear.”

he spoke with such a sincerity and the softest look on his face that you couldn’t help but feel a fondness beginning to grow for him. something about him felt familiar, safe. he carefully moved one hand to your shoulder and the other to your hip. “mister…” you spoke warningly, but didn’t recoil from his touch or push him away. “duncan, y/n. it’s duncan.” his lips brushed over yours as he spoke.

you knew this was wrong. you knew you would never come back from this if you were caught but you couldn’t help yourself from bringing your lips to his.

everything in your life was hard, and he was so soft.

“you don’t have to marry him, y/n.” he pulled back and spoke over your lips again making you blush. you looked away as he held your face in his hands. he began kissing everywhere he could, eventually ending up at your ear. “run with me.”

that was when your senses caught up to you.

“i don’t know you, duncan. this-” you pushed him away and gestered between your bodies, now distinctly farther apart. “this can’t happen.”

and on your walk home, you didn’t feel duncan’s heart drop. you didn’t see his face as he watched you walk away, but you did hold the idea of him in your heart all the while.

because you had watched him your whole life, too.

- to be continued -

[gremlinkween]

Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My! 

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: I'm not dead! Instead of just saying that I was gonna do something, I figured my welcome back post would be the next revised chapter of BMR as an apology. I had some repressed memories come up and they were repressed for a reason so that rocked my boat real hard, but hi everyone! I'll get to the asks sitting in the inbox hopefully tonight, but it might have to be tomorrow. So for the new readers, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think!

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, and @moonagecordelia and remember, my tag list is all sorts of messed up so please lmk if you want to be on it! either for this story or all my work! 

Previous Parts: Part 1

“I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?”

“Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that’s not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out.”

“… Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?” It really didn’t, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she’d believe him at this point.

“You should probably take care of him.”

“Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope.”

He scoffed, “Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart.”

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. So was she. This was fucked up. “No.”

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

“I said no. He’s just trying to survive like you. I’ll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?”

Jim looked at her with such bewilderment, she felt like she was the weird one in the room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s probably going to end badly.”

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that’s not what she said. “I think it’s going to be fine.”

“…. Okay, if you say so.” Jim was still so unsure of this. “Just move him please.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn’t an easy feat, but she did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she’s been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn’t imagine he’d be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she’d really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad’s old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

“Hi there, Y/N, a little la-” a familiar voice called, but with the night’s events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Hi, Rory. Sorry, it’s been a night.” Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock’s favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. She really wasn't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he always had been a night owl.

“I can see that,” his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. “Dragging in buckets of sea water?”

“It’s an art project,” She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. “You know, for processing trauma. I read about it.”

“Okay then, Y/N,” he was unsure, but he was going to drop it. He knew grief made people do some strange things sometimes. 

“I’m going out for more things.” She didn’t know when to stop talking apparently.

“Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful,” he wished her well, “It’s a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight.”

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. “Will do, you get some rest.”

“You too, dear.”

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. She found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats, something making the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. A presence was following her, but she was all too tired of the night's weirdness to give into the thought. Surely, tonight couldn't get weirder. 

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes. God damn it. At this point, she was just hoping for another human.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there regardless, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn’t know what it could be. Could be anything. She didn't know, and she was getting tired of this one night getting so fucking weird. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. “Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let’s just get this over with.”

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds ruining the lay of the coat. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it’s full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. “Don’t even think about it, buddy,” she said firmly and the wolf’s ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

“I’ve got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he’s going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you’re hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick.”

It looked like it was debating something it’s head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it’s ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

“Come on, let’s go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up.”

He limped along with her, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, with one of the tarps she used for the fish, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory’s house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out where she left him. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. “Go upstairs, it’s the room with the lights on.”

The wolf looked at her uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its’ shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn’t waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop out of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn’t think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

“Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but,” the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

“Uhhh, Y/N,” Jim called from the bathroom. “What was that?”

She turned around and went to the door. “I might have made another new friend tonight.” The wolf’s head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

“That’s an alpha werewolf.”

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim’s neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn’t help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. “Why was he growling at you?”

“I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds.”

The monstrous animal’s ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

“Be nice. She doesn’t know anything and you can’t talk in that form,” Jim chided with a small smile.

“You don’t need to rub it in!” She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

“Werewolves don’t need stitches, particularly alphas. He’ll be fine by tomorrow night, you won’t even know that he was hurt.”

She nodded, but then stopped. “Why did he come with me then? If he didn’t need help.”

Jim’s eyes were practically shining with mischief. “He probably thinks you’re cute.”

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

“Or he had other reasons, I’m just,” He had to think about it. He wasn’t sure about the human word for this. “Having my fun?” He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

“I didn’t realize I was opening my door to such jokesters,” but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out. It hit like a freight train now that she didn't have a murderous vampire on the loose and she no longer had to play doctor. “Well, I think I’m going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?”

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn’t have them in the ocean.

“I’ll go get one for you away.”

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

“This is very comfortable. What did you call this?”

She chuckled, “A pillow. Goodnight, Jim.”

He smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again.”

“It’s no problem.” With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn’t coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat …. Then she saved a merman …. Then they got attacked by a vampire ….. and then she picked up a werewolf ….. and now there’s a merman in  her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was…. weird. This was a weird night. This couldn’t have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn’t real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal’s tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf make a noise deep within its throat in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

[siempre-pedro]

The Coat Closet

Duncan Shepherd x Reader fluff

Request-  Could you do an imagine with Duncan Shepard in a forbidden relationship?? Please and thank you!!! ❤ - @ophelialondon

Summary: Duncan is fed up with your forbidden relationship

“Duncan are you serious?” You ask as he pulls you into the coat closet, nearly catching your expensive Dior gown in the door. His slender fingers wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his body as he kisses your neck. 

“I missed you,” he purrs close to your ear. 

You hated to be the reasonable one, normally when Duncan swept you into a room, you were the first one to strip the other of their clothes and jump their bones. This was not one of those times, your mother was having a complete mental breakdown over this event and you did everything to ensure its success... until the Shepherds showed up. 

That’s the reason why you’re here now with his lips all over your chest “Duncan,” you sigh, “we can’t do anything, this is important.” 

“Baby please, I missed you.” 

“No, we can escape to New York next week,” you tell him, running your well-manicured fingers through this soft hair. 

He pulls away and moves next to you, sliding against the wall until he sat on the cold tile. There was a shift in the mood which was unusual for the man  “Aren’t you tired of this?” he questions suddenly, bringing his knees up to his chest. 

You bite your lip, leaning your head against the wall fear was creeping up in the back of your mind “You? Never. The fact that I have to sneak away and chase off the secret service? Sure.” 

Duncan chuckles at your response “I hate having to be paranoid about holding your hand.” There was that silence again, of course, you think the worst is going to break up with you. Your Y/C/E look down at his hands that were clenched so hard you could see the whites in his knuckles. 

“D-Duncan?” 

He abruptly stands up and kisses your roughy making you gasp in surprise “Let’s go,” he tells you when he pulls away. His fingers interlocked with yours and rushes towards the door.  When he opens the door he doesn’t let go of your hand. You try to pry yourself away but it was no use, or maybe you really wanted this?

“What if someone sees us?” You ask as you step out into the hallway. The blond smirks and kisses the back of your hand lovingly. 

“I want them all to see.”