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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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The Girl In The Red Dress:

A/N: Guys I have been a bit busy (Heco of the future: just passed an exam, so I was a bit busy handling together an exam and fanfic writing) plus I didn’t get enough inspiration, mostly for writing Duncan, which let me tell you is an, honest to God, disgrace, but I wrote this little thing a little bit ago...

... so sorry if it is small, plus I just love writing about Older! (sweeter and more experienced) Duncan, so I thought, why not write this!

As always... feedback is gretaly apprecaited, I’ll love you for ever if you share your thoughts about this, or if you heart it or reblog it...

Love you, guys!

SUMMARY: The short way: Duncan hooks up with a younger girl without knowing it (BIG DISCLAIMER: The Reader is not underage, she is perfectly of age, thank you for your attention).

WORDS: 1,1 K.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Sex and Nudity, Relationship between an older woman and a younger woman (big age gap) and Mention of Daddy Kink.

Plese enjoy, lovelies!

He felt the bed shift, clearly somebody moving around on it, and when he opened an eye to check out what was going on, because the shifting hadn’t stopped still, and what he saw was his previous night hook-up, adjusting the sheet around her body to keep up her modesty, meanwhile she tried to rummage and collect any piece of clothing, he had shed the previous night.

And he took a good look at her backside, which he had kneaded the previous night between messy kisses and sweet love-making, before messing her hair, which were hanging on her front, meanwhile she swiftly put on her panties and her bra, before leaving the warmth of the bed to get her dress, the little red thing she had worn at the party.

He still remembered the little dash of color attracting him at her, immediately, mostly because woman his age didn’t wear those shades.

He had been extremely surprised to see that although she had worn a bold color, she was actually very shy and surprised he had come to talk with her, so he had started with a less flirty attitude, asking what a “pretty thing like her was doing there”.

“Oh, just business…” she had mumbled, trying to appear completely at ease, but she was clearly not in her natural habitat.

“Business of what kind?” his tone was a little bit flirty, before he turned to the bartender to ask for two glass of champagne.

“Just… studying related business” she whispered, meanwhile fidgeting with her hair “Thank you for the champagne”

Although the awkward introduction, they had gotten along just fine, her jovial and clumsy attire made him feel a lot younger and he was more than happy to teach her a few things as the night and the charity gala went on, before the obvious invite back to his room: she had blushed, surprised he had chosen her, but she had actually been the first one to make a move once they were in, kissing him

And it had been probably one of the best night of sex he had ever had, not only because of the stamina, to which he wasn’t used anymore (but he had managed just fine), but the girl had seemed so so much sensitive to any small amount of attention he had given to her pretty body, which was naturally perfect, according to him in every curve and dip; it all seemed so genuine and natural, and her clumsiness brought him back to a “few “years ago, when he all he knew was” quickies in the first empty room he found in his college fraternity”.

She had just adjusted the dress over her head and was struggling with the zipper in the back, and he moved to help her with it, inhaling her smell, getting her to huff out a sudden breath, surprised by his attack, a little red blush immediately flaming her cheeks.

-… didn’t mean to wake you up- she mumbled, leaning into his warmth, meanwhile he caressed her hips, remembering the way he had held them down himself meanwhile he licked her sweet folds.

-Oh, don’t worry- he comforted her, meanwhile his hands went lower and this got her to blush even brighter, setting her hands on his -… what about round two, since you are awake? -.

He knew she was getting herself ready to leave him, but honestly he didn’t want to let go such an amazing girl, not without another taste.

-That would be nice- she smirked, shyly but then patted his hand, immediately getting up and turning around on her bare feet, scanning the room for her shoes and avoiding voluntarily his eyes -… but I have lessons-.

This confused him a bit, in the appearance she might pass off as a college student, indeed, mostly right now without the strong lights of the gala on her, and with her make-up a bit ruined and off (because of their nightly activities), but he was sure that nobody in the gala was under 30 years old, nobody under the age would be interested into taking part in it, not to talk about having the money and the links to be invited.

-Oh, you are a teacher? – he mumbled, his brain still sleepy, thinking it was the only reason behind her going to school.

-I actually am still a student, but I would love to become a teacher- and this left him shocked.

He had just fucked a college student.

And he wanted to do it again.

-Wait, how old are you? – she was pushing her hair up, meanwhile he just wondered if he would be sent in jail, again because as he looked at her, she looked younger, a lot than what he had thought…

-21 in October- she smiled at him, naively, as if not getting the reason behind his sudden worry -… it shows right? I mean I totally get that I am not experienced, or not pretty…-.

She was straight up blabbering and he found her so cute, he just wanted to get her face in his hands, and squish those adorable red cheeks which he did and comforted her.

-… I was just worried, that I had fucked an under-age girl- this made her giggle -… it would have been a problem, sweetheart, I can’t go to jail again-.

This sent in a laughing fit.

-I am absolutely legal, but do I look older? – she asked, a tiny bit worried.

-I just didn’t expect nobody your age at the party…- although there were more had been a lot of clues she was pretty young: her inexperience, her appearance and the genuineness she had, with that pretty breathy laugh -… so I just thought you were older, and looked like a twenty one year old…-.

He honestly expected her to just run away.

But she actually sat down on his lap.

-… or I might have been a vampire- this made him laugh and realize that she was indeed very very so much younger than him, and he low key liked it about her, enough to try to push her down on himself and try to convince her to stay with him -… but seriously I have lessons! -.

She understood his distraction tactic soon enough and tried to get herself free from his grasp without too much conviction.

-I will get us breakfast and the most amazing sex, if you avoid lessons for me-.

-… are you trying to corrupt me into dropping out? – she faked shock in her voice, getting up but still on his lap -… that’s a very bad behavior, daddy-.

He was gone, kissing her and groping her ass through the stretchy red fabric.

-Well, sweetheart, I think it’s time you teach me something-.

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As always, I hope you liked it and let me know what you think through a message or an ask (also anonymous).

It means literally the world to me!

Thank you, again and please excuse the shortness of this!

See you soon, lovelies!

-Heco Hansen.

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years ago

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Within This Room

Duncan Shepherd x Reader

You've been having a hard time the past little while, leading to you staying in bed for a several days straight whilst battling the demons that left you there; but you're worried about the effect your mental state is having on your boyfriend, Duncan.

Warnings: depression, crying, some self hatred bcs why not and themes of loneliness.

Notes: this is definitely the most depressing thing ever ever written, but there's also a good amount of fluff at the end dw😌 i'm working through some personal stuff at the moment and I found myself sitting down to write with no aim, this is the finished product. Just needed to write some comfort character Duncy:)

Word Count: 2.6k

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The Horizontal blinds did little to block the ambient lights of the late city below, casting silhouettes of themselves aline with the faintest of blue hues onto the bedroom's once grey walls. They tinted the room with a rather dull pigment, but one bright enough to slightly illuminate the dark and lifeless room they had seeped upon. Bleak, shadowed sheets appeared in creased mounds of cotton, piled over the fragile body buried deep within them, doing their most to bring warmth and comfort, but failing pathetically. The only other light in the dreary room came from the modest analogue clock which had found itself a home on the bedside nightstand but only a few months before, staying only in your mind as a constant reminder of the time that had managed to be wasted, cocooned inside the artificial closeness of those feather filled sheets.

The clock read 1:23; it’s luminous red writing shone brightly into the hole you had created in the covers so many hours before, only in effort to poke your face out enough as to not smother yourself after too long of breathing the same recycled air. The light lay against your despondent face, creating the illusion of what felt like the only heat source inside the gelid room. If it weren’t for logical reason, you would have come to the conclusion the space was growing colder every other minute for no purpose other than to spite you, that it was purposely keeping you from the warmth you craved so dearly. But it was the clock that mocked you; the only thing bringing you comfort within those unfeeling four walls and yet the thing that had been cruelly tormenting you the most.

Guilt consumed you for hiding in the sheets for the length of the day, only leaving the bed once to run to the bathroom after holding your bladder so long. You were convinced you’d given yourself UTI after procrastinating going to the bathroom merely 8 steps away for as long as you had. You at least grabbed a snack before returning to your blanketed residence for the foreseeable future, but you had found food wasn’t as easy to stomach in your current state than you had hoped it might be. It really shouldn’t have surprised you when the sugary food only aggravated your saddened and sickly state further.

The past few weeks had been difficult to say the absolute least. After striving to stay productive and denying your feelings of mental pain for as long a stretch as you had, not only your mind but your body had reached its breaking point, strain having left it empty of all its required energy. So after several days of uncompromising laziness leaving you bound to the large penthouse apartment with not even the power to think without wanting to fall right back to sleep; unless it was to scrutinise yourself of course, that you had all the time in the world for, you were perplexed at how you still managed to be exhausted when your lover would finally return from work.

In the past, whenever Duncan would prepare for work you would always do your absolute best to disrupt his compulsively detailed morning routine. Enticing him to stay in bed with suggestions of the many activities that could be pursued usually did the trick, or nagging him as he brushed his teeth in hopes it made him playfully pick you up and kiss you with toothpaste still smudged on lips to get back at you for your irritating behaviours, or helping him with breakfast and slyly pointing out how hard he had worked the day before, so perhaps he should just take some time off; I mean he was the boss after all.

It didn't matter what it involved, you would do anything to get more time with the man you loved so dearly, but recently you hadn’t the same motivation. The desperation you felt to be close to him was at an all time high, yes, but the guilt you felt over your newly depressed state and the effect you feared it may have on him left you pushing him away more than ever. What made it so much worse was that he didn't seem to mind, staying in his office till later, spending just a few more hours writing his emails at home on the sofa before coming to join you in bed than he usually would. What if he wanted this? To be apart from you more? Perhaps you had given him the glimpse he needed to realise you weren’t as important in his life then once believed.

The thoughts that spiralled themselves down the tangled and knotted up thread inside your mind had been growing more and more heart wrenching by the day. All you wanted was for him to hold you, and yet it was as if he had been manifesting the opposite. Today had been no different, if not worse.

He had left earlier than usual, the only memory of him from the morning being him kissing your half awoken form goodbye and murmuring words of love to you, a heart warming message if it hadn’t been for him working some of the longest hours known to man all day. Surely he knew now was when you needed him most? You always struggled when it came to telling people that you were down like you were now, but it never mattered with Duncan. He was always so in tap with you and your emotions due to how similar the both of you dealt with these kind of issues.

You had heard him come home in the late evening, his footsteps moving around the kitchen before pattering their way to his home office where they had been firm the rest of the night. Most the time he would check in on you after getting settled, but not tonight. Not even a word.

You couldn’t blame him for throwing himself into his work of course, you understood his recent aversion to you. You knew your attitude came off as insolent and arrogant, not even being able to hold a conversation with him without seeming uninterested and careless. If you hadn’t hurt him with your blasé and words, then your withdrawals from time spent together outside the bedroom had definitely done the job. You wished with all your power the ability to place your freezing, bare feet on the expansive wooden flooring, wanting nothing more than to visit him whilst he worked and apologise until you could feel your lips no more. It was as if you had entered paralysis, not being able to do anything other than lay on your side and feel your warm tears uncomfortably stream down the side of your face onto the now slightly dark puddled spot on the mattress as you stared at that damed clock.

You felt your face growing increasingly hot with a sour mixture of self hatred and guilt as you watched the digital numbers on its face change once more, but you had endured enough. Using all of your strength, you unsheathed your numbing arm from the fortress of fabric around you, gathering all of your might into its swing and striking your palm into the side of the clocks plastic body. It flew from its previously permanent spot on the table, impacting the wall of blue hues and shadows and shattering into a few rather large pieces.

The sudden clatter startled you, the only noise in the room up until this point having been your pitiable sobs and shallow breathing. The noise echoed through the room, forcing you to clench your eyelids shut and clentch up your face with regret. Opening your eyes, you noticed the still functioning red light was now open to the rooms stuffy air and far brighter than before, mixing with the walls icy tones and creating a rather dark purple as your frustrations rose to a level not known before and amounting in an overwhelming amount of tears flooding down your face.

What was once sobs had developed into cry’s you couldn’t hold in, Sniffing and wailing at your futile attempt to destroy the only thing in the room holding you accountable for your selfishness.

You distinguished the sound of urgent footsteps making their way down the long corridor to your bedroom before being interrupted by the door whooshing its way open. Duncan halted his steps as he entered the room, assessing the confusing situation he had walked into but never letting go of the doors silver handle. His eyes moved from the broken clock on the floor to the seemingly trembling lump of whimpering duvet on the bed before him.

His features dropped. His lips opening slightly and faltering before they could speak. brows creased, drooping as the deep rooted ache it brought him to see you in so much pain dragged them down. He slowly closed the door behind him, thinking about how to approach you next and hoping he wouldn’t just upset you further.

Trying to shield yourself from the impeding questioning Duncan would surely be pursing after your more than odd behaviour, you pushed your face down into the sheets and listened diligently to his steps, still bawling quietly when his weight created an imbalance on the bed next to you.

You felt his hand grace your leg through the duvet, stroking simple lines over your skin in attempt to calm your chaotic breathing. “What happened, sweetheart?” He asked gently, not really expecting an answer from you in your current state, but wanting to bring you out of your shell enough to see the face he missed so awfully.

You were frozen with anxiety, fighting yourself to speak up and explain what had happened, wanting to apologise profusely but not being able to squeak out a thing but whines.

Wanting to be closer, he adjusted where he sat next you and cautiously lifted the blanket from over your head, finding your cheek and immediately swiping away the trails of salty water that led from your closed eyes. “Y/n, please talk to me.” His voice cracked ever so slightly when he spoke. He slid a hand underneath your shaking body and lifted you up to his chest, cradling you as close as he could to himself and allowing you to rest your face on his shirt, dampening its expensive fabric with your lament.

He held you like that for a while, hushing you and rocking you back and forth as you began to even out your breathing. Drying tears had glued your eyelids together so much it hurt to finally open them and look up at Duncan’s concerned face. It pained you seeing him so filled with worry for you, and that was enough to push you into saying what you had been needing to for days now.

“I-i’m s-o, s-so sorry, i’m s-sorry.” Your words open the flood gates once more, blubbering into the collar of his shirt and grasping onto this shoulder and curls with your hands as you desperately attempted to apologise for your behaviour over and over again.

He let out an almost amused sigh at our words. “No, no, no. Look at me Y/N.” He held your face with both hands now, bringing it up towards his own and wiping your reddened cheeks yet again. “You have nothing too apologise for. Nothing.” He shook his head, punctuating his words as he held eye contact with your water filled eyes. “It’s not your fault you're struggling right now. Whatever it is you need to do to feel better, I want you to do that and not ever feel like you gotta apologise to me for it. Now if you feel like I can help you with any of those things, all I ask is that you tell me; But that is the only thing you ever have to say, got it? Don’t you dare apologise to me for hurting.” Feeling emotional himself, he kissed your face a few quick times and squeezed you into him as he finished talking, muffling your cries with his chest. “You’ve done nothing worth apologising over.”

Your heart clenched at his words. You never understood how you had gotten as lucky as you had with Duncan; why he had chosen you to love over others was a question you pondered often, but never came across an answer to. But his words still confused you, why had he been separating himself from you so frequently if this was truly the case? “I-i don’t understand” you got out between rapid breaths. “If I’ve n-nothing to apologise for, why have you been ke-keeping yourself from me so often?” You wiped your nose on your sleeve, sniffling up and awaiting an answer from him, but being far too nervous to look directly into his assessing eyes.

He moved his now disappointed gaze to those badly shut horizontal blinds in front of him, the lights of outside shining across all of his skins imperfections and reflecting against every stubble of hair in his beard. “That’ll of been my mistake.” He looked back at you almost apologetically. “I assumed you wanted space from me.”

You took in a shaky breathe. “But I’ve been w-withdrawn and cruel to you.” You looked up at him, opening your lips and beginning to mouth an ‘i’m sorry’ when he stopped you in your tracks. “Sweetheart you’ve done nothing of the sort. You’ve just been tired; never cruel.” He leant his forehead down on yours, closing his eyes and deeply breathing you in. It stung him to think you had spent your time locked up in this room with your own misery so long you’d managed to convince yourself of such things.

“Y/N, I love you.” You felt as if you were look into each others souls now, noses touching and eyes never parting. “I love you so much and I hate seeing you beat yourself up like you have.” The last tear you had left to cry finally pooled over your brimming eyelid at his words, too lost in his eyes to even notice its stream ending at the curve of your lips.

“I just don’t wanna feel like this anymore. I feel as if I’ll be stuck here forever with these feelings, stuck forever in this fucking room.” You looked around the space and what had become of it during you stay, suddenly wanting nothing more than to leave it.

Taking this opportunity to save you from your own mind, he spoke. “Come on then, let me run you a bath hm? Get some food after?” Duncan mused at you, eyes racing back and forth as they attempted to figure you out.

You looked back at him, holding onto his face with your hand and thinking about how much you had missed his touch during the touring time you spent in your own company. “T-that would be nice.” A small smile amounted on your face, the first in some time. Duncan noticed this, and couldn't help himself but lean down and kiss the first sign of happiness he’d seen on you in far too long. He didn’t take his lips of yours as he gathered you up in his arms, lifting you into his cradle and standing up from the now empty pile of deflated sheets.

He turned from where you had been residing on the bed, walking past the forgotten analog clock and its many reminders, to the closed bathroom door that when opened shone a bright and warming white light onto your face, half hidden in the crook of Duncans neck. Stepping into the cleansing rooms light, he watched as you breathed in a deep sigh of relief at the change in atmosphere, chuckling under his breathe at the smile you attempted to hide under his jaw.

He closed the door after him, finally leaving the consuming solitude of the dark and desolate room behind you.

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celestialrequiem · 3 years ago

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Days of Candy Chapter 2

Warnings: CreepyDark!Duncan Shepherd, sexual harassment, dubcon/non? (just to be safe) touching, dirty talk, possessive Duncan, abuse of power, manipulative Duncan, male masturbation, forced kiss, cockwarming, mention of rape and abuse (but none in the chapter), housewife kink, implied age gap, corruption kink, innocence kink, implied homophobia, mention of anxiety, depression and mental disorders, misogyny kink, corruption kink, sexism, implied age gap, Duncan‘s dirty thoughts, sir kink, praise kink.

Summary: In the small town of Willowdale, Y/N finds her dull life as a waitress at a mediocre diner get a little more interesting when the mysterious and daunting Sheriff takes an interest in her.

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x Naive/shy reader

This is the first thing I ever written and posted so sorry if this is bad, please give me any constructive feedback/criticism to improve! I am new to this please don’t hate it too much lmao.

Author’s note : This series will have dubious consent and sexual harassment. It is a dark story about a Corrupt Sheriff’s who manipulates people so if you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read! This story deals hugely with sexism as its based in the late 50s/60s.

Thanks to @bloodcoatedeclipse for reading through some parts of it and giving me feedback lmaoo.

I didn’t use a lot of 50s/60s slang just two besides swell and gal

Flip your lid - go crazy

Nifty/groovy - cool or cool vibes

Word count: 5.6k

“what a perfect view doll, bend down, y’ur ass stickin out, all for me all in this lonely night”, a familiar voice said seductively

You quickly get up, feeling flustered, adjusting the hem of your skirt as you hold the mop close to your body

“Sh-sh-sheriff what are you doing here?”, Feeling nauseous because of his presence, alone, at night…after that previous incident.

“What does it look like doll? I am here to pick you up.”, Duncan says with confidence as if the question you are asking him is the stupidest he has heard

You immediately, look up to him. He was wearing a brown greaser jacket, you felt it is similar to jacket Xavier might have had…this made your heart sink, what didn’t help is when you realized how attractive he is because of the result of the rain, his beard is glistering from the reflections of the diner’s lighting despite it being dull.

You felt your heart beat.

“No, its okay its a walking distance”

“I can’t let a beautiful young dame like yourself walk alone now can I? Hop in the car once you’r are done.”

You blinked at him not knowing how to respond, you feel shy when you talk to him, always not knowing how to answer him back..maybe because he knew Xavier?

Or maybe because he had so much power as a sheriff..and you are sure he is going to be re-elected again next year. He apparently helped a lot of people to get out of debts but that makes you wonder how does he get all this money? Did Xavier know?

He seems like he is waiting for your answer, as his hands are on his waist, around his handcuffs and keys, and his lips playing with the toothpick lingering on his mouth

You easily get stuck in your head, you snap back to reality: “it is okay, you don’t need to do - ”

He interrupts your sentence, “is there something you would like to say to me doll?, cause it looks like you just don’t want my company is that it?” You felt his chest vibrate from how he uttered that question, it sounded nearly unintelligible.

You felt your heart pounding, sweat forming on your forehead. You didn't want to make him angry. “No no of course I want your company!, let me finish up and I will meet ya outside.” You agitatedly vocalize your statement while looking at the ground

He loves that he can always get his way with you. You make it so easy.

He hums in approval

“No its alright I will wait for ya, love seeing you doing those house chores like a pretty little housewife. It is a sight dollface”, he chuckles while eyeing you up and down.

You pause, feeling tensed.

“Go on, continue” as he gives himself a seat, across from you to see you working and see your face.

He does love seeing your rear, but he loves seeing you flustered when he gazes at you.

You shakily start mopping the floor, every second feels like torture. Hoping he doesn’t realize the effect he has on you.

But however he has noticed, he is mused that he has power of you, makes his cock excited

“Am I making you nervous babydoll?” He cooes, shifting his toothpick on his lip, left to right with a slyish grin

You ignore him, giving him your side angle, while mopping away from him. You give him your back figure which makes me angry and hard at the same time.

“eye on me little lady”, he says in a harsh tone, punctuating each word slowly

You respond back to him surprised with your confidence as you look at the door behind him, scared to look at him in the eyes, “can you please let me finish and you can take me home…”

“Watch your manners baby, or you are in it for a spankin’, declares it with raised eyebrows.

You blush, why is he talking to you that way? it’s not like you were his wife….

Was he that touchy and talkative with you when Xavier was your boyfriend?

Carissa has told you no, he started acting differently ever since Xavier went missing and then declared dead.

“S-sorry sheriff”, you shift back to your older position, so that Duncan can see your face, and continue mopping

He likes when you are eyes are engaging with his eyes, he is waiting for the day when you touch yourself on his bed with your legs spread wide open for his wolf-like eyes to take in the view as you chant his name like prayer to give you the command for you to finally cum, while staring at him with your chastely eyes.

As you mop the floor, motioning it back and forth towards Duncan, your curvy body was in motion as well. He hoped you didn’t re-button your dress again, as he can take in the view of your breasts jiggling again. His eyes lingering slowly all over his favourite parts of your body, your neck, lips, neck, waist and hips . He noticed how nervous you are, there were fear in your eyes, you felt naked in his eyes because of his alpha-like eyes, giving you goosebumps.

You saw his pupils dilated not sure why.

After 15 minutes of awkward silence and Duncan forcing you to look at him as you were mopping the floor, you hoped the floor looks fine and that your boss Bob doesn’t get mad the next day.

You are not going to lie, you always wanted to be in his car. It was a dream car. You have seen them a lot in magazines, you don’t know much about cars but you do know this one, 1956 Chevy Bel Air, with a unique colour. White with purple around the edges, elaborate taillight and chrome highlights.

This was the first time you got close to the car, Your head started to hurt, you stood your ground, as you remember fragments of Xavier riding a similar car but in red.

Duncan realizes you might have remembered something…fuck fuck fuck, he hoped you didn’t remember what he didn’t want you to remember..

His hands grips your hand to make you snap out of it before you dig deeper into your suppressed memories.

“you alright there, doll?” Faking his concern you don’t know that, as he opens the door for you to hop in

“Ye..ah..” I am fine” you softly respond. His hand leaves your hand and goes to your back to shift you to get into his car.

You hop in his car, the car felt new, smell of leather with a mix of aged.. cigarettes smoked probably by Shepherd.

The car ride was silent.. he has an old song playing which makes it even more unbearable.

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight and a rendezvous

Your eyes held a message tender

Saying "I surrender all my love to you

“How old is this song anyway?” You mention in annoyance with your right hand on the the rest that is placed near the door handle

Duncan has a wide smile on his face, happy that you are finally making a conversation with him.

“it’s from the 1930s I believe.....besides I don’t like the weird music you youngsters listen to nowadays..what was it Elvis Presley and The Beatles? They aint manly, jiggling all around with their bobby haircuts” removing his hands from the steering wheel to motion with his hand the disapproval.

You giggle, and his heart skips a bit. Fuck. He couldn’t believe he made you giggle. Xavier always made you giggle and it frustrated him.

“The Beatles are swell….but James Dean has my heart. I loved his style in that movie, particularly his red jacket in Rebel Without a Cause.. it’s nifty.” You state swoonly as you gaze out of the window.

Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

He thought maybe that’s why you liked Xavier, he bought a similar red jacket as James Dean from the film several days after meeting you. Xavier also had that rebel vibe to him. He remembered his friend as well being a fan of Marlon Brando hence why he wanted to be an actor. To move out of the suburbs, to go to the dreamland..to Hollywood with you. You used to always want to be around him, he didn’t let the deputies patrol the drive in, since he always saw you there with him. He hated seeing you with his friend but he can’t help himself, he wanted to always be near you, see you and to one day feel your skin on his skin.

His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he starts to get jealous over a dead man.

You noticed his face seems boiling from rage as his hands gripped forcibly the steering wheel…you don’t know why. Scared to ask so you just continue gazing at the view in locomotion from the car window, as your sheer scarf around your head blowing from the impact of the window.

You loved the aftermath of the rain, the order after the chaos.

After a few minutes, The sheriff parks in front of your house. It’s 12 AM.

The house you lived in was basic, owned by your deceased father. It was a small house with a small balcony, it looks a little bit like a tree house. Wooden with no paint job. With a white door to enter the house, two small front steps and a small terrace, where you tend to read the Woman magazines.

He can’t wait for you to live in his house. Especially since he is a veteran who served in the Second World War, the government provided him with the perfect suburban American Dream home.

“Thanks for the ride, Sheriff.” you shyly state, about to open the door of his fancy car.

“Nah -ah -ah not too fast, you have to be punished.” He sings in a mocking tone with a daunting smirk.

You were nervously fidgeting, you don’t know why maybe because you are worried you might have done something that might be incriminating especially with your memory loss situation.

“What? What for?” you gullibly ask, looking up to him.

“You lied to me, you told me you had a doctor appointment when it fact you finish your shift late, kitten” , you see him remove the toothpick that was on his plump lips and put it on the ledge behind the steering wheel.

Oh thank God-

but why should I be punished for this? You didn’t know what to say to him so you just look at his eyes, waiting for any instructions.

He remarks that, he loves how obedient you are to him.

“Come closer, suga’r ” he taps his chest motioning you to come closer to him

What is the punishment? Is he going to spank me?

But we are not married why would he??

You timidly move close to him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He lifts up your chin, bringing your face near his and your gaze to his.

“Kiss me or else I won’t let you leave this car”, Duncan whispers seductively as he shuts your window’s car seat and secures that your door is locked, trapping you in.

“..N…no..o” Duncan this isn’t right”, you respond back.

As you shift back to your seat, Duncan aggressively grips your waist with his right hand and grips your chin with his left hand, forces you into a kiss and he goes deep and sensual, demanding access to your mouth but you instantly deny him entry.

This angers him, he aggressively yanks your hair, you gasp giving Duncan the chance to insert his tongue, he needed to taste your mouth.

You try biting his upper lip, he decides to lift up your weak body from your seat, manhandling you, without breaking from the kiss, you feel his strong hands spank you harsh. You whimper loudly.

This made his cock twitch, lust filling him at the thought of your spanked, bare ass turning into crimson-like imprints by his own hand; or by the paddle with his name engraved, so that his name can be imprinted on your ass…maybe next time.

He is waiting for you to make a bad move again so he can discipline you this way, even if you weren’t his bride yet.

You break the kiss gasping for air, “D..Duuncan..stop” you panted with watery eyes, trying to break away from his grasps, with your hands pushing his muscular chest. He didn’t take no for answer. Removing your hands out of the way with his claw-like hands and putting them around his broad back. He then forcefully dragged you onto his lap to straddle his thick thighs, “be a good girl now, you don’t want to be spanked now don’t you?”

He linked his lips with your lips with urgence and dominance. His tongue dancing with yours, wet and minty from the flavoured cigarettes he tends to smokes.

You felt one of his hands leave your waist and lingering underneath your skirt to cup your clothed sex.

A deep growl leaves his chest

He dreamt of touching this pussy for years. Your soft and squishy puffy lips felt so good on his rough manly hand.

You let out a soft gasp with eyes wide open in surprise, and broke away from the kiss to come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Duncan grabs your chin, not giving you a second to breath and continues his assault on your lips and your clothed pussy. His middle finger going from your slit all the way to your swollen clit while his index and his forefinger are on your lips, touching you slowly with his hand. He wanted to make you wet before you left.

Your face flushed, you don’t remember if you reached that base with Xavier yet or not…he was your first boyfriend.

This felt forbidden, having his hands all around you.

You felt like you wanted to go to the bathroom, you were worried it might have been your period?

His tongue feels like hot water burning your skin. He claimed your mouth with intensity. You feel your knees weakened, Duncan filling all your senses.

You are so close to his body, your head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed, you feel his warmth and felt his heart beating quick. You put your hands on his golden badge situated on his right chest, reflected in the moon light, to try and push him away, but he didn’t budge.

he left your assaulted mouth, hearing you panting heavily, and started licking at the column of your neck, his hand leaves your pussy and goes to your bared fleshed upper thigh, his hand moving in a reciprocating motion.

You felt his beard tickling your left check and your neck, His hot soft grunts and warm breath sends shivers down your body and to your aching pussy

Not sure if it’s lust? Is this how you felt with Xavier ?

You bit down on your bottom lip trying to hold back a sob or was it a moan?

“Duncan, I don’t feel good”

He knows he is making you feel good, you just need guidance that’s all.

“Why are you moaning then huh?” He chuckles, you felt his chest vibrating from his laughter, giving you goosebumps.

“give in baby, let me take care of you, that’s what Xavier would’ve wanted” he mutters darkly

your stomach twisting into a nervous knot, is this what Xavier would’ve wanted?

“Re-ally?” You utter quietly with a blush heating up around your neck and cheeks.

He didn’t hear you. Thank God

he gets closer to your ear and whispers,“Knew you’d taste so sweet, just like candy, I wonder what’s the rest of you taste like hm?”

He aggressively bites your earlobe, his hot breath danced on your ear, “I bet just like those pancakes you serve me every morning, thick and creamy.” In a lustful tone.

You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, felt something touch your stomach, he lets out a profound loud rumble, you look up at him out of shock, his wide blown eyes have now darken.

He looks at your lips that is now glistering and swollen from the kiss, he finally marked a part of you with his spit, he can’t wait to corrupt your other holes.

He decided to let go, this was enough to get him by in the meantime.

You felt his hand loosening around your waist. You take that chance to go back to your seat.

“I….I.. think you need to leave Sir, thanks for the ride”, your hands nervously twist with each other on your lap as you mentally facepalm yourself

“Sir” where did that come from?

Hearing you call him Sir made him groan silently and made his cock stir painfully against the zipper of his pants.

His already rigorous cock getting harder. Duncan trying to recollect himself and not fuck you for the first time in the backseat of his car.. he thought you deserved better than that..a shy innocent young server…probably a virgin.

Well he hoped you still were a virgin, he hoped that fucker didn’t take your virginity. he wanted to claim you for himself, every part of you.

“Why don’t you leave then birdie?”

You felt your thighs automatically clenched and your pussy tingling.

he never called you that, why did you like him calling you that?

Duncan saw your legs clamping together and took note of that. He also didn’t realize you can blush harder than that….you realized you were in his car….idiot

You got out of his car and you heard Duncan tsk out of annoyance, “where is your manners kitten?”

Whats up with him? You thought to yourself.. you thanked him before why do you have to thank him again?

You did not care anymore, you just wanted to back home without any problems and arguments

You huffed in annoyance, “Thanks for the ride Sheriff.”

You uncomfortably felt him linger at your figure as you walked back to your house.

He loves seeing you in motion.you move better than the waves of the ocean, smoothly and flawlessly. His steel blue eyes scanned you up and down, consuming in your body with hunger; that waitress dress in pale blue making you look even more innocent and seductive, an odd combination. He believes only you can do that, besides Marilyn Monroe.

He hoped he can see you from your window, with no curtains or an open curtain, so that he can watch you domestically, wondering how you look like touching yourself when you feel needy at night, if you did touch yourself.

You entered home safe and sound then the realization hit you…. how does he know where you live? You didn’t give him your address? But then again he is the sheriff, he probably has access to all that information but …does he know everyone’s address by hard?..you doubt that. Maybe he visited you with Xavier?

After he saw you close the door, he paused for a second to relish the taste of you left on his lips and was about to put his key back to the ignition, until he saw something interesting.. that made him much harder than he already was… your arousal on the seat of his car.

He reclined his head back to the head restraint,

“Fuck.. you are trying to kill me doll?"

He was so tempted to taste your arousal… he felt like an animal as he brought his index to his seat that was tainted with your nectar and brought it back to his lips.

A hungry growl grumbled in his chest, “tastier than any fuckin candy”

His chest was full of pride, he was glad he made you wet. Not Xavier. Him

He opens his car’s compartment, there lies a stolen panty of yours covered in blood from that day, he didn’t want your fresh arousal going to waste, mixing it with your bloody panty.

After arriving home that day because of sexual urges, he relieved himself to thought of you for a second time, with his left hand holding your used panty from a year ago and his right hand unbuckling his belt, to reveal his throbbed cock. He smeared on his long length, the pre-cum leaking at the head.

Working on his cock, he brings your panty to his nose to sniff your dried blood blended with your womanhood scent, it smelled pure and sweet just like you. To make himself cum faster, he thought of you coming to his office one day during your break and cockwarming him on his lap while he finishes up paperwork, imagining your painful whimpers, you fidgeting in his lap because you are finding it hard to adjust to his cock because of how big he was, he imagines his cock bottoms out in your tight pussy, and how you wet walls clenches around his big cock.

“Dun..c.an, you are too big”, you whine with a giggle, shifting it into a squeal

“Call me sir, love it when you call me sir darlin’”, he growls in your ear

“Sir” , he imagines you whimpering through tears from his cock’s intrusion in your narrowed pussy

“Dollface, you are taking me so well, taking me all in” he praises you in a slightly low deep voice

A groan leaves his chest as he starts pumping his erected length harder, going from the bottom all the way to the top, twisting his tip, and then back down.

He envisions his pelvis rubbing against your mound and clit, your pussy being pink and wet engulfing his cock, while his right hand is feeling your soft and pulpous butt cheek. Your chest is heaving right in front of his predatory eyes, he decides to save the lustful images of him sucking your tits and nibbling your areola another time.

He imagines your voice in his ear, calling him sheriff, sir, daddy and begging him to start fucking you.

As he is about to reach his high, his thrusts gets sloppier with his sticky hands, chanting your name like a prayer over and over again.

Groaning louder as his cock twitches, moaning your name louder as ropes of white soaks his hand, and soaking your panty a bit with his cum.

Tired to change out of your clothes, you quickly go to your bed situated on the left side of your room. You feel the most peaceful in your room, the only time you don’t feel like someone is watching you despite the reoccurring nightmares ever since the incident.

With the floral window curtains. Roses and daisies on a shelf next to a concealed window, giving floral scents all around your room to help calm your nerves and help you fall asleep. At least that was what your doctor had recommended as repression memories if stayed long-term can cause emotional health problems like anxiety, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder.

You immediately shift to the deep slumber of sleep, out of exhaustion.

You wake up the next day 10:30 am. You slept well that day oddly enough, a peaceful sleep. You were happy since you haven’t had any nightmares the past few days. That happiness shifted when you realized the sensual incident that happened in public, and you don’t know how you will be able to work in the diner again, especially how small this town is. You will be the talk of the town again, because obviously that situation had to be with the fucking Sheriff.

At least for today, you had the day off today. You told your Boss Bob that you have an appointment with your doctor at 1 pm, and since you closed the diner yesterday he decided to leave you off the hook.

You made yourself some coffee, and went to your closet that was attached to the wall to choose an outfit. You decide to go with a yellow pastel cardigan with a yellow gingham dress that has a spaghetti strap, wear some rouge lipstick and yellow pale eyeshadow with your hair tied into a pony tail.

You then passed sometime on TV watching Bewitched re-runs, and called Carissa at around 12:30 pm during her break to check in on her brother.

Your hands swirling around the cord waiting for someone from the diner to pick up.

Selma answers, “Hello, Welcome to Jukeburgers, the best milkshakes in town!, what can I do for ya today!” You could hear Venus by Franke Avalon playing and muffled voices in the distance, seemed surprisingly busy today.

You answer loudly, “hey Selma, it’s Y/N, can you pass the phone to Carissa!”

“Oh, Y/N how you been? I heard from Adam about what happened with the Sheriff, so y’all a thing now huh?… You went for the old powerful friend.” Selma teases, her laughing echoing from the speaker.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest, you knew this was going to happen. Trying to sound strong and not in the verge of crying, “Whatever Selma, pass the phone to Carissa” your fingers twisted the cord nervously.

Selma just snickers and you hear her shouting out Carissa’s name to grab the phone

“Hey Y/N?”

“Cari!, I wanted to check up on you with Richard… you didn’t get to tell me what exactly happened…. is everything okay?” You utter in a concerned tone, gripping the phone handle harder.

“yeah yeah, we had to go to the hospital again, he got beat up again, but he didn’t wanna tell me why” you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You know Carissa is worried about him, as well as about his town finding out about his lifestyle.

She continues,“ You know Richard, I don’t want him to get locked up again, especially this town…views anyone that goes to the mental hospital… as lunatics”, you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You remember Richard telling you that the Sheriff bailed him out the first time so now he owes the sheriff twice.

Why twice?

Was it because of his relationship with Jim Mason?

Does his sister know?

To not worry his sister, he sometimes tells you things that she doesn’t know and you were like Carissa to him. His big sister.

You snap out of your thoughts when you heard Carissa sniffling.

You hated hearing your friend’s sadness echoing from her voice, hoping you were there to hug her. “ I am glad he is okay at least, I miss seeing Richie, I will talk to him whether I get the chance… and you are right.”

You thought about what Carissa thought.

This small boring town feeds on gossip. It made you worried about Xavier’s parents…finding out about yesterday’s incident. Between the last girlfriend of their deceased son and one of his friends in an intimate scene.

What doesn’t help is that Xavier’s parents invited you and Duncan for dinner next week.

“He actually didn’t come today its as if he knows you might-“

You look at the time while you were on the phone, It was 12:40. Your eyes widen out of anxiety of being late. You cut your friend off without letting her finish the sentence.

“Oh shoot Carissa, I have to go now, my appointment is in 20 mins!”

“I really hope all goes well with the appointment, I know I tell you a thousand times but…I don’t really trust that doctor to be honest with ya” she admits assuredly

There was a small pause, because you didn’t really know how to react to that. He was the cheapest Doctor that you can afford. You really had no choice.

Carissa breaks the awkward silence, “well let me know what happens, hope it goes well!” She suddenly sounds different..and hopeful. Makes you happy that you can at least end the call with her tone shifting positively.

“Yeah.. I hope so.. bye Cari” you say weakly with a soft smile

The line goes dead.

You have been going to the doctor 11 months ago, it was recommended by the doctor who helped with your bruises and aided your surgery, Matt Rogers. Since there was nothing particular wrong with your brain scans. He thought it might be something psychological, and he was right. Your neurologist doctor Dr.Barnes, said it is due to trauma that your memories are repressed. Dr. Barnes said it is possible to have specific memories of people, locations and events repressed when it is too hard to bear. He also said It is possible for memories of abuse that have been forgotten for a long time to be remembered….you hope it isn’t related to abuse.

You feel nervous going to his office, you are honestly terrified of the idea of regaining back your memories, what if you find something really disturbing about yourself? About Xavier? How did you get those bruises? Why were some of your clothes missing? Why going to the doctor all those months didn’t help as much? Actually at all?

His office is located not that far off from the the Police department, in the neurology department of Willowdale public hospital.

“Welcome back Miss Y/N, please have a seat” signalling you to take a seat in front of his desk.

It doesn’t help that his office has muted painted walls, changed from age and a faint smell of mouth wash.

“So Y/N, has there been any recent changes?”, He asked while he scanned over your file.

“I finally have a small fragment of Xavier..in my head..” You pinpoint to right side of your forehead.

He knew about your relationship with Xavier and that you don’t remember much of it. It's weird how your brain almost erased that incident and Xavier out of your head.

“Finally some great news, please tell me more!” He lowered your files to give you his undivided attention

“I..I don’t remember the incident, or any memories that I shared with him, just that Xavier had a similar car to Sheriff’s car, but a red version of it.”

There was a torturing pause, you look at your doctor, he seemed lost in thought with brows hollowed and biting his lower lip, he seemed anxious while clicking his retractable pen

You felt tension in the air, when you mentioned the Sheriff..but why?

He breaks a heavy smile,“Well, that’s great news to hear, maybe being around the Sheriff might be in your favour huh?” he chuckles with a Chesire’s smirk on his face

Oh fuck. He probably heard about the incident that happened yesterday.

Your cheeks turn red as you turn your head to the left side of the room, focusing on the wall full of his certificates and accomplishments.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, that was unprofessional..covering his face with his hand, and then went back to look at your files

"No it’s all good Dr.” You gulped and nodded.

He clears his throat and asks, “ any nightmares lately?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t had one the past few days”

He nods while holding your file, “Good, Good. Are you taking the medications regularly at the appropriate time?”

“Yes…. but I haven’t remember anything that much sadly, is it supposed to take that much of a time?” You ask confusedly

“the brain is a complex neurological system, you can’t force its responses.” thrusting out his lips in displeasure

You feel like you are wasting not only your time but also your money. But he is a doctor that you can afford so you have no other choice?

“Ah, I see, well as long as I get some answers pretty soon.” You look down on his Brintons carpet.

You felt your chest tightened out of sadness, will you ever find out what truly happened?

“So far, we are not sure if it is going to be a short term memory or long term memory loss Y/N, so what you can do is keep taking the medications, and you will be eventually get better Miss Y/N”

You nod with a fake smile.

Do you have a choice?

Duncan knew you were at the doctor today, he wish he was able to follow you, but he had a huge workload today. He wanted to see what kinda doll-like outfit you wore today. He particularly liked you in pastel colours and plaid skirts.

It was his break now. He was waiting a call from a certain someone.

Clock ticking, and his legs bouncing up and down waiting for that fucker to call.

Phone rings once

Duncan takes the call.

“Whats the update?”

“Hi Sheriff, he continues "Well, your sweet gal remembered something..”

Duncan eyes widen, and his hands grips the cord aggressively

“What does she remember?”, Duncan says in a threatening voice

“She remembers he had the red car….. the one you got rid of”

His Adam apple gulps out of nerve but he is relieved you still don’t remember what happened that day.

“You fucker, you said those medications well help her not remember a fucking thing-“ his voice getting louder.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down there sheriff, no need to lose your temper, she hasn’t remember anything the past goddam 11 months! And I haven’t even tried hypnos-

“Listen you fuckin cunt, if she remembers anything I swear to God- I will put you in jail for your multiple-“ he chastised with a harsh tone.

“Alright Alright! No need to flip your lid! I will see what I can do to not make her remember a thing”

“You better, or else I will make you lose your fuckin job and lose your pitiful wife” Sheriff expresses in an authoritative sound and hangs the phone stridently.

The Doctor had multiple rape attempts done. Duncan was called several times because of noise complaints, hearing ladies crying or screaming in multiple occasions at night, in drive-ins, parks and carnivals. 4 out of 10 times, it was Duncan who stopped the rape from occurring but he didn’t bring it up to the police department, and instead used this knowledge in his favour and out of power to gain information about his girl, when he discovered that he was going to be her neurologist, and to use him to manipulate her medications or her so that she doesn’t remember a thing.

He will do anything to make you not remember. He is shaping you to be his perfect little housewife. He got this far and he is not going back.

some songs mentioned in the chapter

https://open.spotify.com/track/3dDtXviPnTfLUg111MuTic?si=0d4f2a331a244100 - Midnight and The Stars and You by Ray Noble

https://open.spotify.com/track/2uwP4d0aVAo90aet6UnaRK?si=dc41f548d3324c9d - Venus by Frankie Avalon

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(Their Darkest Secret) pt.2

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

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

Warning: choking, slapping, spanking, angst, smut, degradation kink, anal play,abuse

A/n: this is part 2 don’t read if you get triggered easily. I’m glad y’all like part 1 it took me forever to finish writing it. I'm not good at writing smut and I do apologize if this part is awful I kinda rush it. I didn’t proofread.

Taglist: @lavenderahs @kitty4860 @d3monslust @ferndolan

“Surprise Princess.”said Andy

“W-what are you doing in my room.” “I told you, princess, that I had a surprise for you,” said Andy.”Andy this is getting weird, I don't feel comfortable with y'all in my room naked it's gross. I need y'all to get the fuck out before I tell my mom.” “oh,” said Duncan. “ I was looking forward to this dad,” said Jim. “Just get out, please.” You were so disgusted that your stepdad and stepbrothers wanted to fuck you. As they walk out of your room, Andy grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.” Me and my son’s get what we want, one way or the other princess.” Andy Smile in your face and it give you chills.

After they left you lock your door, you didn’t care about Andy's rules about lock doors. You walk around your room thinking. You decided to leave, you called your best friend and ask can you still over there for a while her parents said yes. You called your mom and told her you were staying over at your friend's house for a while. Your mom told you to be safe and she told you to have fun. You grab the things you need and put them in a trash bag. You called your friend and told her to come and get you now. You carefully unlock the door, you look around to see if anyone was near. You made your way down the stairs until you heard small talk coming from the kitchen. You listen carefully to the conversation. You made out the voices.

Andy was in the kitchen with Duncan talking about you. “What are we going to do to her dad, I want to fuck the shit out of her.” “Duncan you will get to do that to her, I just have to find a way to break her make her submit to us,” said Andy. The more you listen to the conversation the more you became sick. You got a text from your friend saying she outside, you rush to the door until Jim's large hands grab the back of your neck. “Where do you think your going kitten.” “ I'm going over to my friend's house.” “ When will you be back?” “ I don't know yet. Maybe in three weeks.” “three weeks, If my dad finds out that you're gone he's going to flip.” Okay so, that's not my problem. I have to go now my ride is here.” Jim lets go of the back of your neck. You ran out the door not looking back.

When you got to your friend's house, you decide to take a shower. When you were in the shower your friend Carly called your name. “Hey y/n someone keeps blowing up your phone.” “Can you check to see who it is?” said y/n. Carly when to grab your phone to see who's keep calling you. “It's your stepdad and brothers.” “just turn my phone off please.” Carly turn off your phone and put it on her desk. It’s around three in the morning, you couldn’t sleep so you grab your phone and turn it back on. You had a lot of miss calls and unread texts from Andy and the boys.

(4) missed calls from Michael😈

(10) missed calls from Duncan🤡

(1) missed calls from Jim🌊

(15) missed calls from Andy🤮

Andy🤮: where are you y/n

Andy🤮: answer your fucking phone I’m not playing with you.

Andy🤮: When you get home your going to regret everything.

Jim🌊: Dad is pissed that you left the house

Duncan🤡: you left the house without telling us, how rude is that kitten.

Michael😈: doll, come back home now, and if you don’t then I guess I have to punish you and you don’t want me to punish you😏

Duncan🤡: We are on our way to get you so be prepared for your punishment when we get home.

Andy🤮: You been a bad girl, not listening to us.

The more you read the text the more you became sick. They are coming to get you, you can’t go back home not now. You told Carly that you have to go back home and she was confused about you leaving this late but you had to lie and say your mom change her mind and wanted you home. As you were packing your thing Carly called your name. “Y/N someone is here for you.” She yelled. You when downstairs and you see Andy waiting for you at the front door.

You hugged Carly goodbye and when Carly shut the door Andy grabs your arm and drag you to the car. He threw you in the back seat with Duncan and Michael. “Hello, Doll,” said Michael. “Why did you try and run away from us kitten,” said Duncan. “Please leave me alone.” “ohhhh you want us to leave you alone will that's never going to happen okay. You see you left without telling us and I don't care if you told your mom, you didn't ask me if it's okay to go over Carly's house,” said Andy. “Plus you didn't answer the phone when we tried calling and texting you. But Jim said you read our text. You know we going to punish you right?” said Andy.

The rest of the car ride was silent. When y'all pulled in the driveway your heart started racing in fear. Everyone got out of the car and walk into the house you tried to run to your room but Duncan grabs you. “Where do you think your going little girl. I hope you didn’t forget about your punishment.” Said Duncan. “P-please leave me alone. I just want to go to my room and go to sleep it’s five in the morning and mom will be back at any time from work.” “ Duncan let the brat go Duncan. She right her mom could be here any minute now and we can't have her watch as we fuck the shit out of her daughter,” said Andy.

You ran upstairs to your room and lock it. You were so tired you lay down and when to sleep. It's around nine in the morning when you hear Andy yelling your name. You got up from your bed to unlock the door, as you unlock it, Andy bust into your room he looks mad. “WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT LOCKING DOOR IN THIS DAMM HOUSE.” “Not to lock it without your permission.” Your vision got blurry and Andy doesn't like cry babies. “WHY ARE YOU CRYING Y/N.HUH, I GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT YOU STUPID BITCH.” “BECAUSE YOU'RE YELLING AT ME OVER A FUCKING LOCK DOOR. I'M A FUCKING FEMALE I NEED MY PRIVACY.”

“Get on your hands and knees you bitch.” said andy. You obeyed him and got on your hands and knees. “Now it's time for your punishment and don't worry your mom is out of the house she had to go shopping. So that will give us plenty of time to fuck the shit out of you.” said andy. ”Stay right there and don't you dare fucking more or else. Andy left the room for about ten minutes. You heard your door open and it's andy but he didn't come in alone, you turn your head to see your stepbrothers naked and smiling at you.

“It's now time for your punishment kitten. Said, Duncan. “Take off your clothes doll.” Said Michael. You took off your clothes and got back on your hands and knees. “Open your mouth slut and take this cock.” Said Jim. He shoved his cock in your mouth Duncan slapped your ass cheeks so hard you started crying. ”Mmmm yes take this fucking cock you fucking bitch.” Jim moan. “Look at her she a mess.” Said Andy.

Jim came hard in your mouth, you feel his hot seed down in your mouth. Jim finally took his cock out of your mouth. “Get up now,” said Michael. You listen and got up, “ get on your bed and spread your pretty legs.” said Andy. You did as you were told. You got on your bed and spread your legs. “Look how wet she is,” said Duncan. “Now it's time for your punishment you did so well last time. Be a big girl and take it,” said Andy. Michael got on your bed to hold your legs open more.

“Now I want you to count and say thank you to all of us do you understand princes,” said Andy.” Yes, I understand.” you said in a whisper, Andy grab his belt off the floor and then spank your cunt so hard you started to see black dots in your vision.

“O-one, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Two, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Three, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Four, thank you daddy”

Smack

“F-five, t-thank you daddy”

Smack

Mmm, s-six, thank you daddy”

You couldn't take the pain anymore your body was on fire. Your cunt was swollen bad. Andy spanks you six more times until he was getting tired. You were a crying mess, “look at the brat a crying mess just for us, how cute.” said Duncan. “SHUT UP.” you yelled and that was a big mistake. Duncan was pissed that you yelled at him. He picks up the belt and spanks your cunt seven more times, you were screaming in pain.” PLEASE STOP I'M SORRY.” you cried. “You need to be put in your place,” said Duncan.

After he was done spanking you, your cunt was on fire. Andy got on top of you and he started Teasing your cunt with his cock. “Are you ready to take this fucking cock you pathetic slut.” said Andy. You shake your head, yes but Andy slaps your face. “Use your words y/n. “Yes, I'm ready to take your cock.” Andy slowly shoved his cock inside you, you see Duncan getting on the bed. Andy pulled out and he and Duncan both shoved their cock in your cunt. You tried to move but Michael's large hands were holding your legs apart. Jim got on the bed and he teases your ass and he shoves his cock in your asshole.

You scream in pain it was all too much, your body was on fire. Michael puts his cock in your mouth, your vision started going in and out. It was more pain than pleasure. Andy and Duncan started moaning loud you knew they were about to cum. Jim was the first one to cum, he came hard in your ass after that both Duncan and Andy came inside you. Michael was the last one to cum. You felt his hot seed going down in your mouth. You were the only one that didn't finish you was disappointed.

Jim pulled out of your ass slow. Both Andy and Duncan pull out of your cunt, Michael pulled out of your mouth. You were dripping of their cum, your body hurts you can't move. They all got off your bed and put but their clothes on. They all look at you and started laughing. “Look at her boys she a mess I bet she can't even move,” said Andy. “Y/n go clean yourself up before your mom gets here, you don't want her to see how a dirty slut you are,” said Duncan. After that, they all left your room. You started crying you can't believe you fuck your stepdad and stepbrothers, you felt disgusted. You tried to get up but you couldn't everything hurts it took about ten minutes of you trying to move and you finally did. You when to your bathroom to take a hot shower.

After you got out of the shower and got dress your mom came home. She knocks on your door and opens it. “Y/n.” your mom said. “ I have so good news, Andy said you can finish your senior year. isn’t that great he's letting you stay so you can finish high school.” “Yea that's great I guess can you leave I want to be left alone.” Your mom shakes her head yes and she left your room. You were laying down on your bed scrolling on Instagram until you got a text from your boyfriend Xavier.

Baby💕: Hey y/n meet me outside, I have a surprise for you😏

You smiled at the text he send you. You got ready and when outside to meet him. You had a strange feeling someone was watching you. You see Xavier car outside and you ran to it. When you got in the car you got a text from jim.

Jim🌊: you are in big trouble if my dad founds out your with a boy. You know your his and he doesn’t like sharing with other people except me and my brothers. I don’t think Duncan and Michael will like that your with other boy. You don’t want me to tell them.

You felt sick to your stomach you told them about your boyfriend, you don’t think Jim is serious. You left me on open and that was a huge mistake.

A/N: sorry if this part is bad I tried my best I really hope y’all enjoy it. Part 3 is going to get 🤔

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ritualmichael · 4 years ago

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house hunting with duncan (female reader)

hgtv but make it nsfw. honestly i got this idea and wrote it in like 30 minutes so idek what it is.

warnings: fingering, language, public sexual acts

“And here we have the newly renovated kitchen,” the realtor said as she led the two of you through another doorway. “Brand new stainless steel appliances and flooring.”

Honestly, your feet were starting to hurt and the realtor's high pitched voice was getting on your nerves. This was the third condo you and Duncan had toured today and they were all starting to blend into one boring, white-granite-countertop, open-floor-plan mess in your head.

Duncan could tell you were getting tired when you didn’t have anything to say. The kitchen was the one place in your future home that you weren’t going to settle on. It had to be perfect, but you were starting not to care anymore.

“Can we have a moment?” Duncan asked the realtor, his hand going to your back.

“Yes, of course! I’ll be right outside,” she said with a big, fake smile before walking out, leaving the front door slightly open.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it?” He asked, turning to you.

You reached out, pulling yourself to him and resting your forehead on his chest. “I’m just over these tours. I’m tired of looking for places. I want to have a place of our own already.”

Duncan raked his fingers through your hair, his other arm wrapping around you. “I know, baby. We just have to find the right place.”

“This place is fine,” you said, lifting your head and looking around.

“You deserve more than fine.” He reached out, hooking a finger under your chin and lifting your head to look at him. “Right?”

“Right,” you sighed, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. You meant for it to be brief, just a quick peck, but his arm tightened around you and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into him and his warmth. Kissing Duncan was comforting. It never got old, no matter how many times you did it.

You felt his fingers run through your hair again, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin below your ear. He knew that spot always made you shiver.

“Mm,” you said between kisses, your hands moving to his chest but not applying any pressure. “We should probably stop.”

“Probably,” he breathed out, kissing you even harder. You could feel him smirking against your lips when you groaned, both out of annoyance and satisfaction.

Then his hands were on your hips as he slowly walked you backwards until you hit the counter, one of his legs slotting between yours.

“Duncan,” you warned against his lips. “Seriously.”

“What?” He asked, pulling away just enough to look down at you. “I’m just checking that the kitchen is up to my standards.”

“What standards do you have?” You laughed.

One of his hands went to your neck, his thumb running over your jaw. “The counters have to be good enough for me to fuck you on them,” his words being punctuated by his thigh pressing between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered at the pressure and his words, an unsteady breath leaving your lips. “Well?” You said, leaning in closer to his lips. “Are they?”

“Let’s see,” Duncan said as he roughly pressed his lips to yours, one hand still on your neck and the other reaching between your bodies, popping open the button of your jeans.

You knew this was a stupid idea. It was reckless and immature and you didn’t care. The last thing you were worried about was the annoying realtor or the mind-numbing tour you were supposed to be on.

All you could really think about was Duncan, especially when you felt his fingers press against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear.

“As much as I’d love to bend you over these countertops, we don’t have time,” he mumbled against your lips as his fingers worked in circles. You let out a small gasp as you nodded, pressing further into his touch.

“This is just a trial run,” you breathed out, making Duncan laugh quietly.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he pulled your underwear aside and nudged your legs further apart with his knee before pressing two fingers into you.

You groaned at the sudden stretch, his mouth swallowing it as he kissed you. One of your hands went to his hair, giving it a tug when you felt his fingers curl and hit that spot that he never missed. He had you familiarized head to toe and his hands always knew the right places to touch.

“Shhh,” he whispered as you let out a whimper when his fingers started to quickly curl, pressing on that spot roughly and repeatedly. Your knees felt weak and you probably would’ve dropped if it wasn’t for his hand on your hip, pressing you into the counter.

His fingers kept a steady, quick pace as he kissed you. You tried to keep up with the kisses but you couldn’t catch your breath, the warmth and tension between your legs creeping up to your chest and making it harder to breathe. Instead, Duncan pressed kisses to the corner of your mouth and over your jaw, reaching the place below your ear that he had caressed earlier, starting this whole thing.

The combination of his warm mouth against your skin, his rugged breathing in your ear, and his fingers that were getting quicker was starting to become overwhelming. Then his thumb started rubbing circles against your clit and you knew you were done for.

“Fuck,” you moaned, causing Duncan’s free hand to come up to cover your mouth.

“Save those pretty little sounds just for me,” Duncan mumbled against your skin, nipping at your ear.

You nodded, breathing heavily through your nose and rocking your hips as you felt that familiar tension starting to build and build until it felt like it was going to snap.

And when it did you had to use what little energy you had left to fight back to sounds that wanted to spill from your chest, Duncan’s hand still over your mouth.

“There we go,” he cooed in your ear. “Good girl.”

Your head was spinning as Duncan worked you through the rest of your orgasm, your head eventually dropping to his shoulder and his fingers slowly easing out of you when he felt the way your walls tiredly pulsed against them, signaling that you we’re finished.

He pulled his hand away from your mouth as soon as it was safe to, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Jesus christ,” you breathed out, your body heavy and weak against his.

“I’d give the kitchen an 8 out of 10,” he said, reaching for the hand towel that hung from the oven handle. It was meant for display but Duncan didn’t care as he wiped his messy hand off on it.

You let out a tired laugh, shaking your head. “Just an 8?”

“I could do much better than an 8,” he confirmed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Reaching between your bodies, you adjusted your jeans around your hips and buttoned them back up, earning a groan when your hands knocked against the bulge in Duncan’s pants. You lifted your head from his shoulder, giving him a devious look.

“Want to show me what a 10 is like at your place?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, leaning and giving you a quick but rough kiss before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the kitchen, your legs still a little weak and causing you to stumble on your first few steps.

When you both walked out of the apartment in a hurry, the realtor quickly looked up from her phone and gave you a big, somewhat annoyed, smile.

“So? Thoughts?”

You and Duncan paused, but only for a moment.

“We’ll call you!” he said before you both took off down the hallway, laughing and practically running to the car.

You were probably going to be too busy to call her.

#me: i wouldn't mind if duncan did this #my brain: write it idc that its 2am #duncan shepherd #smut #duncan shepherd x female reader #idk how to tag this shit anymore

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chaos-is-beautifvl · 4 years ago

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The Better Shepherd

a/n: it takes a while to get to the duncan part, but i just wanted to add a little bit of a background story. hope you guys like it

summary: in which one shepherd is better than the others

pairing: duncan shepherd x (implied) fem!reader

warnings: trash talking Bill Shepherd, Duncan trying to hit on people at the bar, alcohol use, insinuations of smut, pre/post-smut(?)

word count: 2.3K

Entering the building, the bustling of everyone moving about filled your ears. People moved left and right, up and down, along the ceiling. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but for all you knew, they were. Phones were ringing one after another - it was chaotic really, but nothing you weren't used to, and nothing new for the person you were about to meet.

Upon getting closer to the door, someone stepped in front of you. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but you can't go in there." You sighed, withholding the urge to roll your eyes before looking up at the man in front of you. With a crisp, black suit on and hair slicked back, the man was much like all the other people in this building. Besides the women, although they did dress professionally as well.

"He knows I'm here." You tried to move past him, but he sidestepped you, blocking your path again. You let out a sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, "Look, sir. I understand you're just doing your job, but I can assure you-"

He cut you off, and you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your cool. "Ma'am, as I said before, I cannot let you enter-"

He, too, was cut off, but not by you. "Micheem, are you holding up my guest?" The man, who you assumed was Micheem, glanced back and bowed his head, "I apologize, sir. I didn't realize you were expecting her."

"It's fine," you said as the man turned back to you. You didn't bother trying to hold your growing smirk, "Next time, you know. I don't need permission from you or anyone else in this building."

He nodded and stepped to the side, allowing you to move forward. You linked your arm with the man you were meeting with, "Frank."

He smiled at you before gesturing to the office door, "Y/N. Shall we go in?" You nodded curtly as the two of you walked into his office. Once he shut the door behind you, you turned to Frank, acknowledging him with a proper greeting.

"I've missed you, old man," you said, pulling him in for a hug. He laughed heartily, "I can't say the same goes for you." You scoffed, holding a hand to your chest in feign offense, "And here, I thought you actually cared about me. But wait, I forgot Francis J. Underwood doesn't care about anyone but himself."

He cut his eyes at you before sitting down on the couch. You sat down across from him and slipped your heels off, a relieved sigh leaving your mouth as you got comfortable.

"What can I do for you?" Frank asked, watching you in amusement. It never failed to crack him up at how carefree you were, and no, it wasn't because of your age. It was because you weren't concerned with following the norm but always played by the rules. Well, sometimes.

"So, as you know, I've been working on my project for about 18 months now, and I'm ready to put it into action." You massaged your feet as you spoke, awaiting Frank's response.

Frank Underwood was an interesting man. No one ever knew what he was thinking or feeling, and if they did, they were wrong. Few people understood him, and you were a part of those few.

"Well," he said, leaning back in his chair, his thick Southern accent on display, "I think it's about time. Now, for your sponsors. Who did you have in mind?"

"The Shepherds." He raised a brow, standing up and walking over to the window. You watched with bated breath. If there was one person in the entire world that you completely trusted, it was Frank. You highly respected his opinions and thoughts, which you couldn't say the same about his wife. But that's a story for another time.

"I'll set up an appointment for you." He finally said, easing your nerves. He turned to you, light brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "Then, we'll figure out a plan."

That conversation was months, if not almost a year, ago, and a lot had happened since then. The one person whom you truly cared about was gone. Gone - one moment he was there, the next he wasn't.

But, as Frank had told you one time, "people leave, you grieve, and then move on." He left, and you were still grieving. Of course, you were. But you seemed to be the only person who cared. Not even his wife, sweet, sweet Claire, seemed to care. For her, it was only a leg up, another step on the political ladder, full of sex, lies, and murder.

Speaking of Claire, you were sitting across from her. Her cold, calculating light blue eyes were boring into yours. You stared back with the same intensity. If there was one thing you knew about the woman sitting in front of you was that she didn't back down. However, it was the same for you.

"You know," she spoke, voice ringing through the stillness of the room. "Francis always trusted you. He didn't trust many people, but you..." her eyes twinkled just as Frank's had that day, "He trusted you completely."

"Those feelings were mutual." You leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch, crossing your left leg over your right. You weren't trying to assert your dominance; but, you wanted Claire to know that you were serious, serious about this plan and what Frank and you had worked on together.

"I'm glad." Claire paused, taking a sip of her coffee before continuing, "I heard you were to partner with the Shepherds?" Her question wasn't so much of one, more so that of a statement. She knew you were, but she wanted clarification. Smart.

"Yes. I think both the I and the Shepherds would benefit from this partnership." While Frank had set up a meeting for you, a shift in plans had canceled it. And, unfortunately, you weren't able to meet with them.

"Well, I hear that they're going to be at the Radisson Hotel tomorrow evening. A few drinks with them, and I'm sure they'd be more than happy to hear you out."

If there was one thing you like about Claire, even though her, shall you say irritating, attributes, it was that she seemed to at least care for you. Whether that was fake or because of Frank, or which you doubted, genuine, you didn't know. What you did know, however, was that she was presenting you with an opportunity. And you'd be a fool for not taking it.

There was a gathering at the hotel. That much you could see as you got out of your taxi. Cars upon cars were outside, and you knew that finding Annette would be trickier than you thought.

Smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in your clothes, you released a sigh before making your way into the hotel. The lobby was packed with people, mostly politicians. It was a bit overwhelming, so you made your way to the bar.

The bar was the most convenient place - you could scan the lobby with ease without having to move through the jungle of people. You tapped your fingers on the marble counter, another sigh leaving you.

For as long as you'd been there, you thought you would have seen Annette or Bill. Or any of their staff. But to your luck, you saw none. You were never one to give up; anyone who knew you knew that fact, but you were starting to believe Annette wasn't there at all.

The thought of Claire setting you up for failure crossed your mind before you pushed it aside. While the 'C' in Claire stood for conniving, cold, cruel (among others) - you didn't think she would stoop this low.

A drink slid your way snapped you away from your thoughts. You looked up to the bartender with a raise of your eyebrow. He shrugged, slinging his rag over his shoulder before nodding over to the left of you.

You turned your head and met a pair of blue eyes. The man raised his glass to you before taking a sip, all while keeping eye contact with you.

Ignoring him, you continued looking around the crowd of people but, to no avail, saw neither of the Shepherds you needed. Just when you were about to give up and call it a night, someone slid into the seat next to you.

"I'm assuming you don't drink."

Still facing away, eyes mindlessly tracking each new face that popped up, you replied with a simple, "I don't drink when I'm working."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the person tilt their head, their middle finger circling the rim of their cup in an almost hypnotizing manner. "You don't look like you're working. Unless," you finally turned to look at them, "you're a reporter - blending in, watching everyone?"

"Not a reporter, but I am working - well, I was. Someone interrupted me." The man shook his head, a slightly muffled laugh coming from behind the glass covering his mouth.

The chances of Annette, or Bill for that matter, being at the Raddison were slim to none. And what better way to make up for wasted time than by indulging in someone's game.

"Oh, was that someone me? If so, you should know," He leaned forward, brown hair staying in place, as he whispered the last part, "I'm not sorry at all."

"I can see," you grabbed the untouched cup of alcohol and took a sip. Whiskey, you thought as you angled your body to face the brunette. Not your usual choice, but hey, it would do for now.

"I'm Dun-"

"Duncan Shepherd," you finished, causing him to raise an eyebrow as he set his cup on the marble counter.

"You know who I am." He seemed almost deflated at your admission, and you were curious as to why.

You nodded, smirking at the slightly surprised look on his face, "Of course, I do. Everyone knows the Shepherds to some degree."

He nodded slowly as if your words were just now registering to him. A smirk crossed his features, which you could easily see was a defense mechanism - but for what?

"You said you were working. What are - excuse me - were you working on?"

"I was actually looking for your mother," he seemed to perk up at that. "A... let's just say - a friend of mine told me that the Shepherds would be here tonight, but, so far, the only Shepherd I see is you."

He squinted at you with a slight tilt of his head. He does that a lot, you noted. Knowing his mannerisms when particular topics were at hand could be beneficial if you were to work with his family.

"Which Shepherd were you looking for then?" Before you could answer, he was quick to ask, "Wait, let me guess - Bill?"

He watched as your face scrunched up a bit before you laughing lightly through your nose. "God, no. No offense-"

"No, no. Please, use as much offense as you want." Duncan was quick to correct you, leaving you shaking your head while laughing.

"Well, with as much offense, your uncle is a bit of, shall I say, dick?" Duncan nodded at your statement, prodding you to continue. "I mean, he's probably one of the most conceited people I've ever met, and believe me - I've met a lot."

"Yeah, my uncle is a work of art, isn't he? I have to say - I'm glad he wasn't your first choice."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"I have my reasons. Now, since you've declared your loathing for my dear uncle," he smirked at the laugh you tried to hide, "I assume you were looking for my mother."

"I was. I had plans to meet with your mother months ago, but we never got around to it." That was the partial truth.

He nodded, turning his body even more so that your knees were brushing up against the others'. Leaning forward, he rested his face on his hand, "What do you know? Neither she nor my uncle is here. What a shame..."

He released a leering sigh before a coy smirk took over, "But would you look at that. I'm here. I guess your friend was right."

"Something tells me you're happy about that," you mused, tilting your head ever so slightly.

You received a half attempted shrug in response, "How about I show you just how happy I am about that?"

"So," he flopped onto the bed next to you, heavy pants falling from his lips, "what do you say? Do you want to take a walk on the dark side, work with the better Shepherd?"

You tilted your head to the ceiling, a loud sigh leaving in between your own panting. In all honesty, you had no problem working with Duncan. If anything, you preferred him over anyone else. And it wasn't just because of what had transpired only minutes before - but because you felt you could trust him and that both of you would achieve many things together.

Now, back to the reason you sighed - you wanted to see his reaction. How would he react? Would he give up? You couldn't have yourself working with someone who gave up at the slightest inconvenience.

"If you need more persuasion," He paused, adjusting his body so that he was hovering above you, blue eyes trailing over your face. "I'll be more than happy to provide you with it."

You laughed a little, directing your gaze back to him, "Although that offer sounds very intriguing, I think I'll pass." You sat up, swinging your feet off the side of the bed. Walking to the bathroom, you turned to see his smirk had fallen.

Before entering the bathroom, you looked at him with a smirk of your own. "How about we discuss how we're going to be working together, instead? Then, you could persuade me more."

Ah, the perks of working with the "better" Shepherd.

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#my first time posting for Duncan #not sure how I feel about this #but guess who’s posting it anyway #chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan sheperd imagine #duncan shepherd x you #duncan shepherd x female reader #cody fern #cody fern imagine #cody fern x reader #duncan shepherd imagines #cody fern x you #house of cards #house of cards x reader #hoc #hoc x reader

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daadddysprincessss · 4 years ago

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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

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casikototmblr · 4 years ago

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Corrupted Lies - Part 2.

Summary: Reader introduces herself to the company in a spontaneous meeting, only to find out that Duncan is their anointed secretary.

A/N: How the tables have turned, lol. I’m sorry for posting this a day late. Anywho, enjoy part 2!

Y/L/N - Your Last Name.

Word count: 1,278.

Tags: @langdonsvendetta @rocketgirl2410

You examined the black pleated dress in the tall, clean mirror which was situated along the back wall of the empty, cold lift. Your mind raced with nervous thoughts as you adjusted the big buckle of the belt that hugged your tiny waist before you clasped your clammy hands together behind your back as you impatiently waited to reach the floor you needed, your mind stopped with the nervous thoughts and instead went back to the day of your father’s funeral, to the moment where you met Duncan.

Your mind had been replaying the same moment for the past couple of days, especially at night and now it was doing it again; but this time it paid more attention to his features: his soft, dishevelled curls, his piercing blue eyes, the veins on his hands that were visible - you hadn’t been able to get him off your mind since the funeral and you’d only talked to the guy for a few minutes. What would happen if you ran into him again?

Even though you knew the vast majority of people who had worked for your father, you couldn’t help but feel nervous; the people who were now working for you were committed and enthusiastic people and the last thing you wanted to do was make them question your ability to run a successful, profitable company. You felt it was crucial for this impromptu meeting to go nicely if you wanted to make a good impression and reassure your employees.

You finally reached the floor you needed, the ping from the lift snapped you back to reality. You then waited calmly for the sleek, silver door of the lift to open before you promptly sauntered out of the lift and into the large, pristine reception area. The reception was immaculate, equipped with four white-leather sofas and a sleek, glass reception area with a beautiful woman sat behind.

The tanned, beautiful woman noticed your presence as she looked up from the illuminating screen of the black laptop, the sounds of her long fingers click-clacking on the keyboard was no longer. The tall woman swiftly rose from her chair, revealing her striped, short-sleeved dress before she walked around to the front of the desk, a kind smile planted on her face as she pointed you in the direction of the glass board-room.

You flashed a small smile to the woman before you walked in the direction of the room, the faces of trusted people became clearer and clearer the closer you came to the glass of the boardroom. The second you walked into the boardroom, you felt the eyes of your fellow peers attached to you as they followed your transition from the door to the front of the room, towering over the end of the sleek, black table.

"Hello everyone, I'm y/n y/l/n...And I'm the new owner of this company." You spoke firmly as you introduced yourself to the focused people who occupied the copper-coloured, elegant chairs that were seated in front of you. Their eyes scanned you as they worked their way from the bottom of your body, beginning with your elegant heels that hugged your small feet snugly and ending with your attentive but kind eyes that moved from face to face.

"Some of you I already know and some of you I don't know, but I hope to get to know you all more." You added in the same firm voice from before as you grouped your fingers behind your arched, dressed back before you braided your gentle fingers together.

"Will anything be changing? Are you going to fire some of us?" A person would croak out from the back with their arm raised as you noticed them. You unclasped your small hands from behind your back and placed them by the sides of your petite frame.

"Of course not! If you were loyal to my father, then that means you're loyal to me too." You explained to the person as you attempted to reassure them the best you possibly could whilst you flashed them a kind smile. They agreed to what you had said as their body relaxed into their chair slightly; the worried expression that covered their face before was now gone, clearly at ease by what you had just said.

"Everyone will be in the same positions within the company, no changes will be made to the staffing, I can reassure you." You announced boldly to the apprehensive faces in the warm room in a successful attempt to reassure those people.

"That's all I wanted to say, you can leave now!" You spoke softly to your employees as they began to rise slowly from their chairs, speaking their goodbyes to you as they left the room in a single file until there was one person left in the room. You examined the person and immediately recognised the copper-coloured curls, the same blue eyes that felt like they could pierce through you and the same small markings of stubble that marked his sculptured jawline.

It was Duncan...

You had no idea that he had worked for your father, you were rather sure you had never seen him before on past visits to your father's company. Maybe he was a new addition to the company before your father's untimely death?...

"Since positions aren't changing I should introduce myself," Duncan spoke invitingly as he rose slowly out of his plush chair at the table and began to make his way over to where you were standing. "I'm Duncan, your secretary now it seems." He continued as he finally reached where you were standing, whilst he placed a large hand in front of you; encouraging you to shake it.

"Well then, it's rather nice to meet you, Duncan." You responded in a soft tone with a slight chuckle as you shook his rough hand, the skin-to-skin contact gave you a feeling in your hand of what felt like electricity - you were quick to notice this.

"Likewise. Anyway, I have secretary stuff to do but if you need me, my office is just across the way from yours." He responded to you as you released the grip you had on his calloused hand, Duncan swiftly placed his now released hand by the side of his large frame.

"No problem and alright, I'll keep that in mind!" You promptly retorted as he shot you a smirk - your stomach feeling fluttery at the smirk - before he walked out of the glass boardroom your eyes watched him intently as he strolled down the corridor of private office doors.

There was just something about being in the presence of Duncan that felt intoxicating - if that was the right word to use. You had never quite felt anything like that before but you knew Duncan was a ladies' man for sure, his reputation proceeded him and you barely knew the guy. It was there and then that you made a promise to yourself: not to let anything happen between you and Duncan, that the only relationship you'd have with Duncan would be that of a professional one but even you began to question that within a couple of minutes of making the promise. Maybe you were beginning to fall a tiny bit for him...fuck.

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I was tagged by both @helenvader and @pursuitseternal ❤️ thank you so much! 🥰

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, do not be shy and share anyway. ❤

So some of this will definitely be from things I haven’t published, or maybe even unfinished projects. Let’s see what the archives cough up...

1. Talk of the elf and the low man's arrival in Númenor had been rampant. (from The Blacksmith)

2. As I entered the dungeon to complete my usual cleaning duties, the first thing I noticed was that I was not alone as I had been the night before. (from the untitled cell fic)

3. “Fighting at your side I... I felt... if I could just hold onto that feeling, keep it with me always, bind it to my very being then I...” Halbrand let his voice trail off, suddenly afraid of how Galadriel would react if he finished his words. (from I Felt It Too)

4. Galadriel gazed longingly at the silver ring upon her finger. (part one of the Saurondriel companion pieces, which I’m now calling Two Rings)

5. There was only one being the dark lord’s mind was concerned with. (part two of the Saurondriel companion pieces, which I’m now calling Two Rings)

6. Galadriel wears two faces. (from an untitled WIP)

7. The sunrise woke you, it’s orange beams flowing through your window, bathing the room in early morning light. (from Mark Me, a Michael Langdon x Female Reader one shot)

8. You heard the door slam, jolting you out of your melancholic stupor. (from Your Strength, a Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader one shot)

9. The tick tick ticking of the clock. (from an unpublished and untitled Llewyn Davis x Female Reader one shot)

10. Darkness... an abyss... neverending... Steven... Marc... Jake... falling in... and pulling you down with them... (from Your Knight, an unpublished Moon Knight system x Female Reader one shot - which I COMPLETELY FORGOT I had written, and I might just publish it now 😂)

Tagging, with no pressure whatsoever: @honeyfarts666 @gil-galadhwen @nenyabusiness @lettalady @maeve-curry-writes @vellichormybeloved @bad-surprise @formerlyir @haladriel and anyone else who wants in! ❤️

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hecohansen31 · 4 years ago

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It Was Fun Till It Lasted

Duncan Shepherd x F1 Pilot Female! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I have been a bit silent the latest weeks, but I just got hit by the inspiration train as of lately (even more after all the F1 glory we have been getting) and I just thought about a small drabble, about Duncan in the race car universe.

Not as a driver, but more like a sponsor.

This is very PWP, even for my sentimental ass, so I do hope that you’ll like it, even though it isn’t the most perfect thing ever (just to warn you).

Also I just wanted to give @guiltyfiend a big shoutout because she has been a constant source of inspiration for me with various fics (‘Quid Pro Quo’ has been the main reason why for the existence of this drabble) so do check out her lovely fics!

I am also personally, maybe (since I don’t feel apprecciated in the other fandoms I am in) of making a few comebacks in this fandom, if any of you would like iit obviously!

So, please, if you want more, don’t forget to leave some kind of feedback I truly apprecciate it from the bottom of my heart and it’ll truly make my heart beat stronger and my fingers write faster!

Don’t ever ever forget to support your beloved writers with feedback, if you liked what they wrote!

Have a nice reading!

SUMMARY: Galas can be annoying things, but when an handsome fellow accidentally drenches you in champagne there are many ways your night might change.

WORDS: 5,4 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Sexism, Misogyny, Harassment On The Workplace, Inaccurate Portrayal of The F1 World, Inaccurate Way Of Cleaning Champagne From Clothes, Sex, Slight Dirty Talk, Mirror Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Sex Between Strangers.

You sipped slowly from the flute of champagne you had managed to steal, meanwhile your boss wasn’t looking, since you had been instructed to avoid getting yourself drunk till you got the trophy in your hand, to avoid replacing the ‘drunk Kimi meme’ in the F1 world.

But it was difficult for you, an introvert, to feel at ease in a room full of different people.

A few of them were gladly ignoring you, but more were looking at you like you were some kind of freak in a costume, which was probably the best description for being one pilot of the only all-female team existing in F1.

You had grown up with the myths of Ayrton Senna and Niki Lauda, thanks to your grandfather and his the passion for fast cars and elegant ones, raising you as some kind of substitute to him, who had never been able to race, having had various problematics with his own health.

An heartattack at seventy had taken him away, just as you signed your first contract with the F2.

You had been partnered with a male pilot, and although the car wasn’t the fastest, you had managed to become much better than your partner, eventually getting yourself fired because females, in a place like F1, couldn’t raise to fame, throwing you in a depression that had brought you almost on the verge…

… but then your newest F1 stable had brought you back, giving you a car that wasn’t definitely one of the best you could have gotten but it had gotten you through a nice first season, and you had actually arrived at the sixth position in the constructors’ championship, alongside your partner…

… who, right now, didn’t look less bothered than you, at this fancy party.

But Abigail could definitely hold the curious gazes better than you.

You might have needed something more than champagne to get through a night like this.

You had begged your stable director to just bring Abigail, the social butterfly out of the two of you, but he had just insisted that ‘having two beauties on his arm would have done him and the stable more good than just one’.

And aside from the blatantly sexist part of the comment, you knew he was right.

Sponsors had been rushing to you this season because the media had focused much attention on the importance of new female figures in races, but now that the novelty was rushing off a few had decided to let you go, so you had to grab a few new ones, convincing them through either the use of your talk and your feminine charm.

‘… I had almost thought that he’d ask us to sleep with the sponsors to get them to stay’ had commented Abigail, as you both set yourself up for the night, the elegant rented dresses waiting for you on the comfortable bed of the expensive suite of the hotel ‘… it was this close to becoming an episode of ‘Law & Order: SVU’.

And now Abigail was being her usual chatty with a few sponsors fawning around her, as you tried to down the flute of champagne almost as if it was a full bottle of vodka, something that you honestly missed and stared at the expensive drink in the glass.

If only your glare could turn it in something that would give you more liquid courage.

A few of the rookies had been tried to talk with you and you had been extremely happy to have someone approach you, but soon the chat had diffused itself and all the drivers had been called back by their own director, and you had found yourself alone, again, and with annoying stares upon you.

Many of the pilots from the other stables had tried to get you in bed with them, and you knew that there were various bets going on about getting you or Abigail to finally relent your ‘haughty pretenses’, not to talk about the fact that the entire media platform and magazines had been set up on you and Abigail, waiting for any false step of yours.

You had been dubbed ‘the sole chance for feminism to raise’ and everyone was waiting for you to fall.

To prove that F1 wasn’t female territory.

So, you had been rigorously swearing off any coupling with the other drivers.

The fact that you found it already quite difficult to combine your training and the various galas you had to attend with an healthy social life, certainly did help with the whole ‘chastity promise’ thing.

And you never regretted such a choice during the race season.

The ‘no sex’ rule helped you during the competition, keeping your mind in the game, but now that the driving season was ended and you were finally enjoying your well-deserved holiday, you couldn’t help but hate thoroughly the situation you had landed yourself in, only able to rely on your hand and a few interesting toys.

But otherwise, utterly frustrated.

And yet unable to come up with a solution on such a short notice.

Dicks didn’t grow up on trees, these days.

You just bumped in them, apparently.

Because, as you were halfway through having your second drink of the night, counting on the fact that the director of your stable was halfway through a successful talk with some well-dressed older gentlemen, hence making him quite busy already and unable to check up on you, you clashed against a wall.

A wall of muscles, at a second glance.

A breathing wall of muscles, at third glance.

But you were far more interested by the fact that the bump-in had just made you spill your entire drink on your Givenchy rented dress, the one that costed more than your apartment rent, something that made a loud ‘shit’ leave your mouth and making the ‘wall of muscles’ raise his head towards you, as he noticed the stain.

And then, when you noticed that ‘wall of musclea’ had a pretty face and an even prettier body, a softer ‘shit’ left your mouth.

What a way to make an impression.

“Oh Gosh, I am sorry!” American accent, no British accent.

That was probably where Mother Nature had drawn in blessing him with all the ‘fucking handsome man’ gifts.

His handsome face was elegantly touched up by high cheekbones and feature that had something of roguish matched with elegant traits and darker colors, making him stand out as someone who wasn’t definitely a pilot or a journalist.

Which was ideal for you.

Such an refined face was matched with an elegant tailored body, the suit definitely made for him and him solely, knowing perfectly how to highlight each and every trait of a body that was obtained through attentive work, a careful one that was meant to impose itself or pump his muscles with no aim, but to give him a lean appearance of power.

That definitely worked with you.

“… oh” brain to Earth, brain to Earth, (Y/N), say something intelligent ‘… it was an accident’.

Tell that to the lady that will want the dress back.

But for now, that wasn’t your main concern.

Which was the handsome man in front of you.

But you couldn’t just hump him right there, not only because you were pretty sure that it would have been described as ‘sexual harassment’, but all the spotlight was set up on you, hence all the cameras were focused on every little small mistake you could have done, intensifying them in a way that didn’t happen with men.

You had to be perfect, but even more than that.

You had to be the male everyone thought you were, although you lacked of the attributes.

So, flirting was considered a hellish sin.

“Gosh, I am… extremely sorry” he repeated again, as his eyes shared a quick glance with yours, and you just nodded your head as if you had to confirm to him that you had heard him clearly the first time, before ducking to the restroom, hoping to be able to scrub away the stain, at least to avoid its yellowish color on the stark white of your dress.

But before you could start raising the dress off your legs, where the stain was more evident, you were followed inside by the man, and before you could utter any protest, he caught the ones in your eyes.

“I swear I am not a creeper” he raised his hands as if to reinforce this “… I just… you shouldn’t scrub on silk, it’ll just ruin the fabric, just ran the water and then wait for it to dry, some alcohol and a bit of bleach might also help, the stain will come out, with a single wash… I swear”.

You had a million questions for the stranger, unsure if you shouldn’t have already screamed at him for having entered the ladies restroom, but you just assumed that he was the first handsome guy ever to come with a cute personality.

And good domestic knowledge.

That was meant to always do something to a lady.

“… thank you” you settled on uttering, comforted by the fact that the guy turned around to leave you some privacy, but you couldn’t just let go such an opportunity, even more when you were in some kind of secluded area, and he didn’t look like the type that had a secret go-pro camera under his clothes.

Some girl that you had once met in a bathroom at one of the races had turned out to have one, as she egged on commenting some shit over Abigail.

Unluckily for her, Abigail was in the other stall and she had flushed in the noisiest way the water, before appearing with some kind of triumphant aura around her.

“… can you please stay?” ‘people will probably doubt you on your “abilities” if you come out after five minutes’ you almost wanted to utter, as a test to know if he looked just like a sex god or he fucking was, although with the way his cheeks blushed of a light red, you simply bit down on your tongue “… just to help me get the stain off, properly… you seem to know much more than me about it”.

“Things happen in college” he commented, as if it was an explanation.

What kind of parties had he been in college?

You just remembered the rush to grabbing the cheapest and most efficient alcohol.

He reached out as kindly as he could to start on the farthest part of your dress, where it wasn’t straight up skin tight, gently dabbing it with a piece of paper you had handed him, the fabric destroying itself on the dress, but the stain became a bit less prominent.

Enough to pass as some kind of enrichment the stylist had done on the dress at the last minute.

You hoped you could make the lady that had rented it to you buy this shit off too.

Because you either managed to get the stain out or get yourself a sponsor for the new year, or you’d have had to probably start living on the road, with only a few shining trophies for losers, such as the one you were supposed to grab tonight, for ‘best promising team’.

As if there was some kind of competition, between your small team and various established ones…

“… what are you doing at such a party?” you knew that conversation during this kind of thing would have gotten it to seem less sexual than it truly was, and although you were as good at small talk as you were at handling a crowd, you did your best to sound as relaxed as you could be.

But your question still sounded like one out of a police interrogation.

“Friend of a friend” it was more like meaning ‘none of your business’ but kinder, and you couldn’t deny his own right to privacy “… by the way, I do think that I should give you my name… in case you want someone to curse for the dress, I am Duncan”.

“I am (Y/N)” you were glad when no light of recognition shone in his eyes, just as his hand lightly grabbed the back of your upper thigh, to make the dress adhere perfectly to your skin and dab the stain more properly, a light shiver at the touch made you understand how truly touch-starved you had been “… and you look as out of place as me in this fucking gown”.

“Don’t tell anybody, but…” and he lightly leaned in closer to you, enough that you could feel the strong but comforting perfume of his cologne, something that smelt extremely male and yet, you couldn’t detect a trace of toxic masculinity in it “… I have never seen a single race of F1 in my life”.

Just what you needed.

“… oh tell me about it” you played coy, as his hands raised up from your legs skillfully avoided your ass, instead choosing to grip on the outer part of your hip, handling you with care but a sureness that made you want to relent the whole ‘male image’ you had created around you.

What would you have given for a night in which you didn’t have to be the one in control, constantly checking every detail!

“… neither a fan of the whole race panorama?” he asked, as his eyes trained themselves on your stomach, barely covered by the white of the dress, showing him a bit of skin behind it, exactly as the absence of your panties, a crazed decision of Abigail, who had thrown away your seamless granny pants.

‘They might be protective when we race, but these are shit’.

You knew you shouldn’t have lied to him about not belonging in the racing setting, but you just wanted to have one night in which you weren’t the prodigy, the promise, ‘the sole chance for freedom to raise’.

You just wanted to be (Y/N).

“Definitely not”.

“Brought here by a boyfriend?” now he was scanning his own ground, and he had a small break from his cleaning duties, as you caught a glimpse of that damned profile, the kind of thing you saw on expensive old coins.

He was definitely some kind of emperor in his own right.

“Nope” you mumbled, before you gave him back his own same coin “… just brought here by a friend of a friend”.

He smirked at his words being spit back at him and you smiled almost foolishly.

You even let out a soft giggle.

How fucking long had it been since you had giggled?

And done it because you honestly wanted.

And not because you were forced in front of journalists or potential sponsors.

His hands were now on the side of your chest, against the slight hill of your bra (you could have forsaken panties, but you needed that support), his hands lightly tracing the ridge of the silicone part where the bra stood attached to your skin, sweaty due to the fact that you had been wearing the whole thing for five hours, before of the event.

“… and you had an idiot spill a drink over it, in the span of an hour” the words were meant for self-deprecation, but the smile that accompanied him was utterly confident.

Had you had panties, they would have definitely hit the ground soundly in that moment.

“… it could have been worse” you mumbled, just as your eyes twinkled with secret meaning.

‘You could have been a complete twat or old enough to be my grandpa’

“… you couldn’t have known how to get out champagne stains” you joked, settling up on a more PG-13 comment, unsure of what to do, since it had been quite some time since you had last flirted, and although his hand told you a story, you weren’t exactly sure if he had gotten all the clues of the game.

He laughed so brilliantly that also a light blush joined your soft giggle.

“Gosh, that would have been awful” his tone was joking, but his eyes were onto you, as they searched some kind of confirm in yours, and you just had to lean in to sign the deal, leaning down to kiss him.

You had never been one for one-night-stands and neither for quick fucks in a restroom, but with the way he lightly gripped you, making sure to position you on top of the elegant porcelain sink, careful to avoid the water: it wouldn’t have been neither.

And you were completely swept away.

He definitely passed the ‘kiss’ test.

His hand went through your hair perfectly, but careful of the small updo you had done, his fingertips lightly scraping the baby hair on your upper neck, in a way that kept you grounded, just as his lips lightly bit onto your upper lips, leaving you wanting for more, just as he backed away with a cunning smirk.

One that spoke of that technique never failing.

And before he could perform again that cocky enchantment, you kissed him.

Releasing on him entire months of sexual frustration.

And you had to say that you surprised him, enough that you were worried that your suddenness would have scared him, but he just needed to regain the control, before his hand without any care went to mess up your updo, in a way that instead of grounding and relaxing you, made you tense up, just as his hand splayed your knees wide onto the sink to have him come up between them.

And after the passionate kiss you had been sharing, you found yourself quickly locked, with one that gripped you by the hair against the cold mirror and another one splayed on your knee

The fabric of your silk dress lightly caressed the skin of your inner thigh, right as his elegant and expensive pants did the same with your core, making you feel that you shouldn’t have seriously worried about the ‘five minutes thing’, or at least you hoped.

But the package seemed fucking good.

“… so, would you like to have a bit more of help?” the way he pronounced the word ‘help’ sounded downright sinful and how could a girl deny him, as your own hands moved to gently tap on his sharp cheeks, the scratchiness of a cleanly shaved beard making you feel like this was all real.

“Just don’t get my dress dirty” it was a whisper, but your eyes played with the dominance you wanted to relent to him, and he just looked intrigued.

“Then spread your legs properly, little one” and as if under a spell they opened properly and let him adjust himself against them as his hands lightly raised up to collect the dress away from your legs, stopping right up on your hips and leaving a bit of dress to cover you, as if he had to leave you some modesty “… good girl”.

You purred at that, leaning in the light petting of his grip having become less pronounced as a grip and more a caress.

“… I saw you out there in the crowd and I wanted to buy you a drink, because you looked at unease as me, I thought that you could use that” he commented as his face lightly moved down to the crook of your neck, his nose making a teasing trail down your profile, just as his beard lightly scratched your skin, making it redden simply for his lips, before he covered it of purplish bruises “… I thought I had done the worst thing ever since with pouring a drink over you”.

“… couldn’t stay mad when you fucking looked like a sex god” you muttered unable to deny the truth, your body arching right against his as his hands, gently dragged he strap of your dress down your shoulders, revealing the awful skin-like bra, but he just seemed focused on your collarbones, his hand working slowly to ease the bra away from you, eventually dropping it onto the small tissues box over both of your heads, so it wouldn’t get on the ground.

An attentive gesture, exactly as the way he gripped tightly your breast, making sure that your nipples were lightly caressed by his thumb, right as he bit down on the softer flesh of your neck.

“I am glad that my good looks were of some use” he joked, and gently looked up at you “… and let me tell you, I have a tongue that will make you forget all about my clumsiness”.

“I do think that I deserve an apology” you muttered, as your eyes met again, your lashes cornering perfectly your hazy eyes, breathy and soft “… a vocal apology”.

And he simply smirked down at you, falling on his knees with a sound thud, as you pushed yourself further down the sink you were on, till you felt the painful dig of the faucet in your back, enough to make you moan in protest, but soon the look of wonder on his face as he unveiled the secret underneath your dress was definitely a relief against the uncomfortable position.

“… didn’t know that you were one of those girls that go without panties” he pushed a knee up on you to spread you further to him, as he took in the proper masterpiece that had been revealed to him down there, and his kisses moved up on your inner thigh “… look like the pretty girl turned out to be a bad bad girl, no wonder I am about to fuck you like a fucking bitch in heat in a restroom”.

And you blushed at the profane words.

But it was just more endearing for you as he pushed himself to properly settle against the nest between your legs, already oozing soft milk and sweet honey, his lips lightly pushing against your own, as he dragged the same beard you had felt on your cheeks against your cunt, the sensation making you hiss, right as again your lips came to soothe your ache.

The plumpness of his lips made you unable to stop yourself from moaning out loud, your eyes closing just as he delivered a slap to your thigh, a silent warning to keep your eyes trained on him and you did, as his lips sucked your softest piece in his mouth.

His tongue was instead a blessing inside of you and this time you were the one delving a bit of pain to him, as you grabbed strongly his hair, some kind of relief to keep you grounded as your body became like a cloud, weighted down just by the tension in your whole muscles.

“Fuck, you do know how to have fun” he mumbled tightly, as he released your cunt, something that made you protest loudly “… when was the last time somebody fucked you this good, (Y/N)”.

And before you could properly reply, his finger slipped inside you, making you hiss out at the feeling of being full, so unlike the stretch of your own fingers, so slight that now you needed a minute to calm yourself from everything, as you waited to answer his reply.

And he gave you a moment to breath, before his finger lightly probed further, reaching inside with a wayward gesture that made you choke up on your own words, as your back arched against the mirror and the hand that wasn’t in his hair gripped so tightly the sink that you were sure you had left an acrylic nail there.

“… a long time for sure” he smirked so devilishly that it broke you thoroughly.

And then his tongue matched his finger and before you knew it your floating was interrupted by your skyrocketing to the ground in a pleasurable trail that brought you back to all the earthly pleasure you could ask for, leaving you numb and tensed, your eyes rolling back as you lost sight of what was going on with you.

And then as you regained, your legs were slack over Duncan’s sides, his lips teasing again the skin of your neck, but no intention to punish you with any pain or tease you, instead there was a desperate soothing in his gestures, as you slowly came back to reality.

Fuck, you honestly should do this more.

Sadly, half of the guys that wanted a hook-up wouldn’t have ever done anything like what Duncan just did with you.

And would probably last five minutes, indeed.

“… was that enough of an apology?” he asked as soon as he saw that you had regained some semblance of calmness.

“Definitely yes” not that you could reply with much more.

Your fingers spoke louder as they went to his belt, undoing it with a bit of problem since you were slightly trembling, but he tried his best to let you do it, but before you could lower the pants, he gently grabbed your hands, something soft in his eyes, as he made you look up at him.

“We don’t have to do this…”.

“Oh, c’mon…” you mumbled, but his question was sincere and you couldn’t help but blush lightly “… I am pretty sure I want to do this”.

He mumbled softly, as he grabbed something from his back pocket, as you lightly lowered pants and boxers in one move,

And you weren’t disappointed,

He was definitely a big guy.

Larger than longer, with a light curve that made you painfully ache for having him inside of you, already half-hard, and your hand gently moved up and down on him, in a gentle foreplay that was completely uninterested about the knocking on the door, eventually dissipating in curses.

“… gotta be quiet baby” he commented, as he pushed his wallet on the side of the sink, getting a condom out of it, something for which you were thankful, because although you were on birth control, he was a complete stranger to you, and although the thrill of it just made it all just more daring, you would have preferred avoiding anything that might have given you an awful month “… I don’t know if you will, since I’ll make you feel fucking good”.

You just smirked at him, with a smile that told him ‘I can take it, sweetheart’.

And he just silenced it with pushing himself inside of you.

The penetration gave you an unpleasant stretch, and you needed a minute, as your whole body shifted against him, completely pushing himself in your arms, and to his credit he didn’t do much more than steady you, as he gave you the time to adjust yourself on him, till your whole body relaxed but your own insides.

Gripping him tighter.

Goading him closer and deeper.

And he gently set up a slow rhythm, making you feel each inch of him, till you were hypnotized with the way his hips moved against you, his upper body lightly stroking your clit, as wetness oozed down him, lubing him up, as he took up more speed and you found your back pushed against the mirror with such intensity that you were sure it would have been broken soon.

But you couldn’t give a fuck.

He gently pushed you in another position turning you around, so that you could face the mirror, meanwhile he took you from behind, the angle being deeper and the slight curve of his cock hitting the perfect spot.

And the fact that you could see yourself being fucked by him was only a bonus.

The way his face became so deformed by pleasure gave it all some kind of dreamish state, as the pleasure intensified desperately and you were there just on the right spot, but not enough stimulation was there for you, till he brought a finger in your mouth, and you sucked him inside, looking at the wanton expression on your face, before you closed your eyes.

And pleasure overtook you.

It didn’t take him too much time for him to finish alongside you, as his hand lightly went in your hair again, pushing as a way to grip on reality for a last time and your muscles spasmed around you, desperately and tightly in a way that almost made you wonder how it would have felt to have his seed on you.

And not in a plastic wrapper.

But for now that was all you could do.

Your legs trembled but he steadied you, something that definitely gave him more credit than you thought, expecting him to simply tug himself back in and disappear, maybe stand a bit next to you, to wash himself, but to his credit he gently handled you better, till you were again seated against the sink, the facet now digging painfully in you.

But you were definitely sore in more pleasurable places.

He gently got you back in your dress, adjusting your bra on your sweaty skin, too sensitive for the powerful orgasms you had felt, his silken touch making goosebumps appear on your skin, as your nipples lightly peaked and he couldn’t stop himself from gently sucking one after the other in his mouth, as you moaned almost as a protest.

“Don’t start something you won’t finish” you warned him, as his eyes twinkled with teasing happiness.

“… I would… but I do think that people need this restroom” and he was right, since you felt somebody halfway through calling the security and you shouted out calmly a soft ‘sorry, I just stained my dress and I am trying to get the stain away’ “… but if you want, I can… leave you my number, for more fun…”.

Which you were tempted to take, honestly.

He was handsome, he had a good dick game and he was definitely respectful of boundaries.

But you knew these things always got too complex for you.

First of all because had you given him your number, you would have to admit the truth and secondly as much as you were free right now a partner that was repeated a few more times was dangerous, because feelings might be developed.

“… I…” but how could you let down a guy like this.

“… you aren’t the type” a sad smile appeared on the man’s face, no hard feelings for sure, but definitely uncomfortable at your rejection and you couldn’t help but simply nod “… got it, well it was fun till it lasted”.

And to his merit he didn’t do anything that might have been rough against you, choosing to instead smile politely as he cleaned himself a bit, before he exited with one last look at you, as if to check if you had changed your mind, but you simply stood painfully uncomfortable off the sink as you dabbed a bit more the stain.

“… thank you for the suggestion and…” ‘…the fucking amazing sex’.

“You are welcome”.

And with that he disappeared from the restroom, as you thought he’d disappear from your life.

The only trace of him was the faint stain on your dress and the slight blush on your cheeks as you joined Abigail again.

‘… somebody got lucky’ she simply muttered, as she twirled her glass, another one in your hands, as your eyes searched for Duncan, he joined a few of the investors, but your eyes diverted immediately from that sight, worried the connection might be seen and questioned ‘… at least one of us got laid tonight’.

You simply elbowed her, as you smiled lovingly at the sponsors.

But you definitely felt rebirthed after the restroom session.

Maybe you were wrong about not seeing him again.

Not that you hadn’t to wait much to meet him again.

That morning you had been asked to take part at a reunion of the stable, alongside a few sponsors that you had found at the latest event, it was a way to get them to know the ‘talents’ they’d fund, and as you expected old and older people to approach you, you were surprised to find Duncan standing there.

Hadn’t he been a complete stranger to the F1 platform?

And as your grew nervous and more nervous, your stable director came up to you and Abigail, slinging an arm over you both as he moved to get you and present you to him, making you blush as much as he did, but he was extremely professional.

You couldn’t, when you discovered he was your newest sponsor.

‘Girls let me introduce to you both our latest sponsor’ your boss commented softly ‘Duncan Shepherd’.

And he was Duncan fucking Shepherd.

The heir to the Shepherd foundation.

What the fuck had you done?

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years ago

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Vile Intentions

60s!Older!Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader

You’d been obsessing over your fathers older best friend for months, finding it near impossible to tear your eyes from the stunning man throughout every party of your parent's that he had attended. So when the notoriously promiscuous man made a move on your young and naive self, you decided to disregard your friends and mothers concerns of his ungodliness and let yourself collapse into his grasp. If only you had known of his growing obsession with you and it's Vile Intentions.

Disclaimer: the concept of 60s!Duncan was come up with by Daisy ( @celestialrequiem ) and all credits go to her! Daisy always comes up with the best concepts so if you’re interested in more creepy, 60s!Duncan then please check out days of candy!! It’s art😌 But with Daisies permission, i’ve been writing this piece for the past few months as a set up for a new au which I’m currently working on. I’ve already written multiple other (smutty) fics for it nd they should all hopefully be out soon:)

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: inappropriate relationships, large age gap (reader is 20 whilst Duncan is in his early 40s), dad’s best friend!Duncan, very slight hints at daddy kink, some teasing, innocent reader, 60s housewife stereotype, possessiveness, manipulative behaviours, maybe some slight mentions of a religion corruption kink?, kinda creepy duncan, mentions of alcohol, implied judgments of reader and mentions of smut:)

Notes: This fic is kind of inspired by cruel intentions, the manipulation themes and sudcing stuff is anyway hehe. I haven’t actually finished this the way I wanted to, but ahh I just needed to post something so I can get out of the writer's block i’ve been having. So yeah! Basically this is just a bit of creepy, manipulative, 60s!Duncan that will be a set up for a few other fics i’ve got in the works:))💗

Word count: 3.3k

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You had been staring at him all night, taking every chance you could to wander off from the rest of the party and stare at the handsome man.

Duncan, or as your parents referred to him, Mr. Shepherd, was a friend of your fathers and attended most the parties your family held. He knew your father from work as he owned a partnering company to the one your father worked at. They had met each other several months ago at a business meeting, and despite Duncan being 10 years or so younger than your father, the two of them became good friends quickly. At these events, they could usually be found drinking together near the living room bar, smoking cubans and joking about their recent work triumphs. It was their favourite ritual.

Duncan was around 40, well spoken and extremely attractive. Every time you saw him you were blown away by his looks. It was shameful how starstruck you became in his presence and you knew it was wrong to be thinking of an older man in such way, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your father spoke so very fondly of him and you couldn’t agree more with his sentiments.

You remember the first night you saw him. He had come over for dinner with your parents whilst you were out with some girlfriends and you had found yourself arriving home just as he was leaving. You were far too scared to talk to him, so instead you snuck up the stairs and stopped on the landing to lean over the banister and watch your parents wish him a goodnight.

You were shy, only having flirted with a few boys whilst you were in school as dating didn't appeal to you the same way it did your peers. You had been taught from very young age that the happenings that came from ‘dating’ were ungodly and that you were to stay far, far away from them. Instead you were to simply court a good man and marry him when the time came, but it had been 2 years since you left school now and the most male attention you had been able to gather was some light small talk at the local diner that had frightened you too much to properly partake in.

Still being at home with your parents had some benefits, though. You had more free time that didn't yet have to be spent as the ‘good housewife’ and you cherished that, knowing you would have to fill that role at some point soon. Luckily that thought didn't worry you too much. You had been prepared for it by your mother most of your life and like any good young lady, practicing your cooking and cleaning was just a normal part of life.

Parties were good for this. You were able to cook for your parent’s many guests and receive their compliments and criticisms on it, though recently the only opinions you cared for were Duncan’s. You would secretly listen in on his conversations with your father as he devoured your dishes, hoping for some kind of praise from the man.

You had spent this party in particular watching him from behind the kitchen door, peering past it just enough that you had a good view of his stubble blanketed face. As per usual, he was joking with your father, holding a bourbon in one hand and smoking a cigar with the other.

There were a few other men gathered closely around them, but all were busy with their own conversations, leaving Duncan with the perfect opportunity to bring up the topic he had been eager to discuss all night.

Letting out a laugh, he turned his head and fixed his eyes onto you. Seeing you freeze up in fear, he winked at you before returning to the conversion with your father. “Say, is that you daughter over there?” He lifted his glass in your direction, noticing you had now disappeared back into your not so secret hiding spot. You had retreated behind the door when you saw him point, not wanting to be in any kind of trouble with your father.

“Mhm, that’s Y/N. Our youngest.” your father chuckled at your bashfulness.

“She’s beautiful” He took a drag from his cigar, thinking back to the many times he had spotted your precious little face staring. Of course, he already knew who you were; but your father needn't be aware of that.

Your father nodded along. “She’s a pretty doll, but she’s too shy for her own good.” He looked down at the floor, worried thoughts running through his mind at the reminder of your anxiousness.

“Oh yeah?” This didn't actually surprise Duncan in the slightest; It was obvious you were shy. He found you gazing at him every time you were in the same room and yet you had never spoken to him. But this silent attraction of yours had never made you seem any less appealing to him, if anything the challenge of coaxing you out of your shell only served to entice him further.

He liked how quiet you were, the idea of receiving the reward of your sweet young voice when he finally managed to pluck sentences out of you delighted him. Just thinking about you excited him far more than anybody else he had been with. You were uncharted territory that was willing and wanting to be claimed by him. Nothing turned him on more.

“Well no man wants to marry a girl like that. She’d be a good housewife one day if she’d just talk to the men that showed interest in her! But every time someone’s tried, she’s gotten all flustered. Doesn’t say a damn word! Then they just.. loose interest and well.. here we are.” Your father cherished you, but he feared you would struggle in the real world; being you couldn’t hold a conversation to save your life.

Taking another drag of his cigar, he watched the door and listened to your fathers concerns, hoping to see you pop your head back around to sneak another peek at him, and surely enough you did. Your father watched this interaction, seeing the two of you lock eyes before yours fell to the ground cowardly. “She doesn’t exactly make it easy.” Your father commented.

Preparing to finally approach you after too many nights spent feeling your eyes on him without a single word spoken, Duncan finished his drink and placed it down on the hardwood bar beside him, saying one last thing to your father before parting. “Well perhaps those men should've put up more of a fight.”

Giving an illusion of focus, you stared down at your feet as you nervously danced them around each other. His polished black shoes entered your vision, your eyes trailing their way up his pant legs and blazer to his stubble sculpted face. Looking up at him from where you stood in the kitchen doorway, you felt your cheeks bloom a hot, cherry red. You were terrified.

“I couldn’t help but notice your staring back there, sweetheart.” He smiled down at you, his large stature making him tower over your frame.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words would come out. You wanted to defend yourself and apologise for your behaviour, but all you managed to squeak out after your long, unwanted silence was a meek “I-i’m sorry.”

“There’s no need for apologises. I enjoyed it.” He placed his hand on the wall next to you, leaning over you and licking his lip as he stared you up and down. He had never been this close to you before. He could make out the blue in your eyeshadow and smell the floral tones of the sweet fragrance you adorned. Yet he still craved to be closer.

You didn't know what to say now he was being so forward. Forgetting every word in your vocabulary, you felt your breathing grow heavy with the weight of fear now coursing through you. You looked back down at his feet, just wanting to avoid his eyes. Obviously you had dreamt of this occurring many times before, but now he was really here on front of you, the realisation of having to hold a conversation with such an attractive, older man had become far too daunting.

“You’re a nervous little thing, aren’t you?” He grazed his thumb over the bottom of your chin and lifted it slightly, his cigar balanced securely between his index and middle finger of the same hand gracing your face. “You know, I don’t bite, little one.” He chuckled, easing your nerves as you laughed lightly at his joke.

“So daddy’s not mad at me?” Feeling more confident now you had spoken, You looked past his shoulder at your father who was watching your conversation intently. You found it curious he approved of Duncan’s flirting.

“Oh no, Daddy’s not mad at you. I just thought you could use some company.” He caressed the outline of your jaw before bringing his hand to his face and puffing on his cigar, doing his very best to suppress the groan that was threatening to leave his lips after hearing your use of such a word. And his own words? They were smooth, of course. His confidence captivating and the way he bathed in your innocence; intoxicating.

He was a very flirtatious man, that you knew. You had heard rumours of his promiscuous nature when listening in on your mothers gossip sessions with her friends, all of them saying he hadn’t a wife, yet his bed was never empty.

You never saw him at Sunday service either. Everyone you knew would attend church, but not him. Not even once had he graced your congregation with an appearance. Your mother had commented on this concerning attribute of his to your father once before, during dinner, but he dismissed it, saying Duncan was a busy man and couldn’t afford to go to church when he was running such a large company; not even on god’s day.

But when you saw his face, all of your worries and concerns were washed away. He could have confessed unspeakable sins and you would have still found yourself worshiping him, falling to your knees and grovelling at his feet for just a slither of attention. And if your father trusted and defended him so often, then why shouldn’t you? Daddy knew him best and he wouldn’t be so open to him flirting with you if he was truly such a corrupt man.

“Company would sure be swell. That is.. as long as it’s you.” You batted your eyelashes at him, doing your best to uphold a facade confidence and flirt back. You didn't want to mess this up.

He smirked at the boldness of your words, moving his hand to run over your cheekbone with his finger tip of his thumb. “What’d you say we take a walk outside? Get a little more privacy.” He lowered his arm, offering it to you and waiting for you to grab it so he could lead you into the garden.

You considered your next move carefully, knowing it could be vital; but it didn't take you long to decide. You didn't care about the 20 year age gap or his reputation, too infatuated with his looks and charm to care about the judgmental stares you would receive if you walked out the door with him. So you accepted.

He finally had you.

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That night in the garden had been incredible. He was a very traditional man from what it seemed, extremely polite and respectful; far more than any man your own age had ever been. You knew others might not agree with your pairing, but you didn't care. He had asked if he could take you to the pictures the next Friday and you couldn’t have been more thrilled, trying to hide your excitement as you accepted his offer.

Your parents had argued with each other over breakfast the next morning, your mother scolding your father for letting such a man attempt to court you. She wasn’t happy when she found out you would be seeing him again but your father supported it, saying he couldn't think of anybody else who could better look after you. Duncan was more than wealthy enough to care for you properly and you were well aware of that.

Duncan knew that too, of course. He knew he could offer you so many things you had never experienced before. Whether that was buying you expensive jewellery he knew your father never did, or fucking your virgin cunt senseless, it didn't matter. He just knew he could and he would. He wanted you. Wanted to make you his and nobody else’s.

Things had moved pretty fast after your first date. The two of you would see each other pretty regularly. He would take you to dinner at a number of fancy restaurants he liked, or for drives in his red Cadillac where he would slide a hand over onto your thigh and leave it there whilst you watched him drive. You thought nothing of this little habit. It was something that made you tremble, yes, but you would have never suspected it to be his intention. Just as you didn't suspect his true motives for dating you in the first place. You would have never guessed he wanted you in the vulgar manner he truly did, and certainly not since the very first time he saw you; that would just be absurd.

At first the realisation it wasn’t just another quick fuck he was craving was much to Duncan’s dismay, but he grew to appreciate his new found desire. He wanted to lure you in, use his suave and traditional act to make you slowly fall for him, convince you he was just as reputable and unblemished as you were. He dreamt of the day he could call you his wife, his personal piece of arm candy to parade around and have obsess over him whenever and however much he desired it. It shouldn't be too hard, that he knew. You were so young and unguided. Easily manipulated, one might say. He adored the way you looked at him, your eyes glassed over with innocence, he almost felt himself wanting to look after you. Make you his little girl. But mostly he just couldn't stand the idea of another man’s hands on you. He needed to be there before someone else swooped in and stole you from him. Like an eagle stalking it’s pray.

Whenever he would drop you off at home, he would always walk you up to the front door and plant a cheeky kiss on your lips, politely pulling away after just a few seconds; but this one time was different. He slipped up.

You had been seeing him for just over three months at the time and were falling for him harder everyday. So when he walked you to the door and pressed his lips against yours just as he always did, you made the impulsive decision to keep him there a just little longer, moving your hand up to his hair and stopping him from pulling back.

You felt his hand rest on your waist, his other moving up your back to press you closer to him. You’d not been excepting his enthusiasm and it shook you to your core, never having been kissed like this before. The furthest you’d ever gone with a boy had been a four second kiss that happened in the playground at school over a decade ago.

Duncan’s lips began moving against yours, rough and urgent. It was too much. You felt your cunt grow hot and you emitted a sudden whimper at the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, flailing them around as he held you tight.

You felt the bittersweet tang of blood hit your tongue as he bite down on your bottom lip, the pain of it somehow transforming into more pleasure as he violently pushed you into the door, creating a bang so loud you were sure everyone inside would have had heard it.

Of course you had been right, your mother had in fact heard it and was now interrupting the frenzied, lust filled moment you were sharing with Duncan by calling out your name, trying to find out if you were finally home at an hour this late.

He released you from his grasp, placing his arms down at his sides and pausing. You stared up at him, lips pierced and face completely red with embarrassment. You were filled with an urge you didn't quite understand as you found yourself wishing the moment hadn't ended so quickly.

“Sleep well, Y/N.” he quickly wished you goodbye, running his hand through his styled curls and retreating down the path to his car after his sudden loss of self control. You watched him for a moment before opening the front door and stuffing yourself inside, just wanting to run upstairs and hide from your prying mother’s questions.

Despite Duncan’s words, you didn’t sleep well that night. You tossed and turned for hours, tirelessly fighting the unsatisfied tingling feeling that had occupied your crotch ever since he first set his perverted lips on yours. You’d never felt like this before. Your body radiated heat like magma, urges feeling as if they had become trapped underneath your sweltering skin, trying desperately to claw themselves free from your pent up limbs before you combust from complete absence.

It all felt so new. So stimulating. so.. arousing. How could you have possibly been expected to restrain yourself from falling for someone who you could make you feel such carnal pleasures? You had been hidden from affection your whole life, only to have Duncan bathe you in it; buying you anything and taking you anywhere you wanted. He nurtured you as if you were the most precious object in existence, making sure that the overwhelming sense of love for him inside of you grew so present that when the time came to propose, you couldn't have possibly said no to him; even if you had wanted to.

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Your vision skewed and hazed by the puffy, white vail which draped over your face, you stared down at the church hall flooring, doing your best not to stumble over your own feet, being far too terrified to gaze up at the man you were destained to be with forever.

You were gaining on the end of the isle rapidly, fear flowing through your veins at a rate you had never experienced before and feeling the burn of your family and friends eyes scorching into your virgin skin. There they all stood, watching your young, trembling hands grip into your fathers arm with the sudden realisation you would soon be without him and belong to another.

Reaching the inevitable end, you left your fathers hold, carrying yourself up towards your future husband on only the dreams of what you hoped would be. Hearing the once deafening organ halt to a sudden silence, he lifted your vail and from deep within his chest, released a satisfied exhale, being reminded of the blinding and innocent beauty he was marrying.

Remembering your voice, as shaky as it may have been, you plead your vows. You stared up into his eyes and searched for the warm comfort his aquamarines had bore reassurance into your own with many a time before, solace and joy settling into you immediately.

Accepting your ring with a smile as wide as your now sparkling eyes, you muttered the fatal ‘’I do.”

"You may kiss the bride.” The priest chided happily, undivulged to how sinful of a man he had just bound you to.

Leaning in, Your new husband kissed you passionately. Quickly enough to look respectful in front of your peers and relatives, of course; but turbulently lewd enough to snatch your breathe away. He moved back, keeping his hold on your waist locked into place as he looked down at you with a devilish grin as you beamed back up at him.

“My bride. All mine.”

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brooklinn13 · 3 years ago

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(Their Darkest Secret)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smack

“One, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Two, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Three, thank you daddy”

Smack

“Four, thank you daddy”

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

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

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

2 days later

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

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

“Surprise Princess.” Andy said

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

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