#duncan shepherd x sugar babies

[taehyungsgrowl]

Duncan x Sugar Babies Angst Pt 2

Can we just appreciate this gif for a moment? I forgot how much I love Duncan Shepherd. 

Thank you all for hanging in there for a year for part 2 lmfao! I hope you enjoy it!

Italics to signify time jump! I hope it makes sense lol

love you!

also...... the fact that this..... is finally out a YEAR after part 1.... what am i?? a hollywood script writer? ugh i hate myself. 

also.. this is really just one version of how the met! i know we’ve talked about different scenarios of how they came together but i liked this one for the storyline :’)

tw: duncan kink shames piss kink (as he should) jjnkdvjskv, a smutty mention, but genrerally pg-13, a lot of fluff. 

word count: somewhere over 4,000 words i think

Duncan huffed as he walked down the narrow aisle of the plane. How the airline mixed his first-class seat for an economy one was beyond him. But after a stressful conference and being away from his home for so long, he didn’t have the energy to fight them. All he wanted was for this flight to be over. 

He glanced at his boarding pass and back up to the numbers above the seats. 18 B. A middle seat. As if this could get any worse, he thought to himself. 

Duncan’s sharp blue eyes found where he would be seating; he held in a sigh as he noticed his seat mates were already in their designated seats. 

Y/N peeked up at the man who stuffed his carry on in the overhead compartment. She tried not to stare as his shirt rode up his tummy exposing a bit of skin. She looked over at her best friend, Jim who was watching out the window with his headphones in. 

“Excuse me,” the older man offered her an almost shy smile as he asked her to stand so he could take his damned middle seat. 

“Oh! Sorry!” Y/N stood from her seat allowing Duncan to squeeze in between her and Jim. 

After Duncan was seated, Y/N reached over his lap to tap Jim on the shoulder, “Sorry, sir,” she told Duncan - he lifted his hands and nodded, “You’re good.” he flashed her a quick smile. 

“What time do we land again?” she asked when Jim removed his headphones. Duncan glanced between the two; curiosity took over him as he wondered whether they were a couple. They were both very attractive, roughly around the same age, and had arrived together.

“10:00 p.m” Jim shook his head at his best friend. He loved her to death - truly. No one else could convince him to fly across the country with so much uncertainty. 

“I’m sorry,” Duncan interrupted, “If you two are.. Together, I can switch seats with one of you.”

“Oh no! We don’t mind, sir! Thank you.” she glanced at him once again. 

Duncan tried to get comfortable before the plane took off - he had a long day and an even longer flight ahead of him. 

The flight attendant started to make her way down the aisle 

“What would you like to drink,” she set down napkins on each of their trays. 

“I’ll take a Sprite,” Jim answered, giving her a sweet smile. “Me too,” Y/N echoed. 

While she worked on getting their sodas, she turned her attention to Duncan, who was taking out his AirPods, “Anything for you, sir?” 

“Scotch; neat.” he nodded, putting his earpiece back in. 

Thinking back to that flight, it’s hard for Duncan to recall how one thing lead to the next. 

Y/N, always the extrovert in Jim and Her’s duo, asked Duncan what brought him to Washington D.C. 

He told her he worked for a company there, being careful not to divulge too much personal information (like the fact that he was the heir of the company in question). 

“And you two?” Duncan glanced at Jim. Duncan wasn’t used to small talk on planes - but he had a few drinks on an empty stomach making him looser than he’d normally be. 

“Uh..” Jim hesitated, giving Y/N a panicked look. 

“Work!” she answered, 

Duncan gave her a puzzling look, but decided to not press it. 

What Duncan had expected to be a long flight, literally, flew by, with conversation with Jim and Y/N. 

They were careful not to give each other any information that felt too personal, but it was easy to just listen to his interests. 

Before they knew it, the flight was over and they parted ways. 

Duncan lingered with them as they gathered their bags. It’d been so long since he had real conversations with people who weren’t just interested in his power or company. 

Duncan watched out the window of the car that his chauffeur picked him up in as Jim and Y/N stood by the curb, fumbling with their phones for an Uber. 

‘I should have offered them a ride’, he thinks as the shrink off into the distance. 

--

Not a week had gone by since Duncan arrived back home when he already had another event lined up for the weekend. Perks of being the face of the Shepherd Foundation often times felt more like chores. 

At least the Gala was just out of a D.C and he didn’t need to worry about an airline messing up his seat again. 

He smiled and waved at the flashing cameras. 

As the night started Duncan made his way through familiar faces and strangers. A glass of champagne secured in his hand as he made rounds.

As elegant as these events were, they were often a bore - especially when he came alone. He found himself seated alone at the bar waiting for his eyes to land on someone he found vaguely interesting enough to chat up. 

His eyes scanned the room until they fell on a pair that seemed to be new comers. The woman wore a silk red gown with a low back, tracing over her figure. When Duncan turned his attention over to the man that stood by her, he realized he recognized them. 

Jim fumbled with the cuffs of his shirt, trying to keep himself together before his “date” got back to him. 

Duncan recognized them from his flight back a few days ago. Truly, D.C was smaller than he realized. He picked up his drink from the bar and strolled over to them, easy grin on his face. 

“Hey, 18 A and 18 C, right?” he glanced them up and down a bit. He almost could have gone the whole night without realizing who they were - they cleaned up so well from the old t-shirts and sweats they were wearing on the flight to the designer clothes they wore now. 

Jim felt his face go hot. Both he and Y/N had gushed over the handsome man they sat next to after that flight. 

“Hope our first clients are as hot as that guy...”

“HA!” Y/N let out a humorless laugh, “If only...”

Y/N kept her cool demeanor, offering Duncan a sly smirk.  “Hi stranger,” 

“Duncan.” his lips. tugged up into a smile, “Duncan Shepherd.” 

Y/N and Jim had assumed right to think Duncan was just the kind of guy they sought after as a client. The way he carried himself screamed wealth and power. 

“And you two are...” he raised a brow, waiting for their names. He hadn’t seen them at any other gala or even so he knew they were new comers. Maybe heirs to some fortune 500 company. His eyes wandered around the room wondering who their parents were. Duncan had the reputation of getting “inside information” on some of his competitors by pulling his charms on their trust fund babies. 

“Working,” 

Duncan chuckled, raising his champagne flute, “Work hard, play hard, right?” his gaze flickered between her eyes and her lips. 

“Duncan,” his attention was called by a big name politician that had appeared at Y/N’s side. “It’s been too long,” he extended his hand out for a shake. “Tell me, how is the development of your app coming? We really could use someone like you before reelection,” he laughed. 

Duncan didn’t fail to notice his hand on Y/N’s waist (or the tight lipped smile she had as soon as the man appeared). 

“You’ll be the first to know when it’s ready,” Duncan answered, tearing his eyes away from his hand. 

“James,” another man approached them. Duncan had seen him before at other events. The man looped his arm in Jim’s before handing him a drink. He leaned in and whispered something in Jim’s ear, making him blush. 

Duncan lingered between them, easily making conversation until both men made their rounds for more drinks, leaving him with Y/N and Jim again. 

If he knew anything, he knew the game the powerful in D.C played. And he knew well enough to know what kind of work Jim and Y/N were doing. 

“Working,” he gave them a knowing smile. He raised his flute to them before taking a long sip, drowning back his champagne. 

He watched the color flood to Jim’s cheeks again and it only made him chuckle. It wasn’t past Duncan to hire an escort. Dating as an up and coming business mogul doesn’t always allow him the time for dating or anything other than business. Sometimes, he just needed to secure his own private deals. Much less of a hassle than having to deal with the entanglements of relationships.

Duncan wasn’t a callous man. He planned on settling down at some point. He was an older bachelor. Well seasoned - he didn’t mean to sound cocky but it wasn’t that he didn't have the opportunity. He didn’t want that - not yet at least. 

“Walk with me,” he nodded his head towards the hallway. 

Y/N looked over at Jim, both exchanging in a silent conversation before following alongside Duncan. They turned the corner into a quiet hallway away from the gala. 

“You both clean up nice,” he smirked, “Although, I personally loved your airport wardrobe,” he winked. 

Y/N mirrored his smirk, reaching forward to adjust his pristine tie, “Are you wanting to talk business Mr. Shepherd? If not... our clients are waiting.”

Duncan chuckled. “I’d like to propose something more... exclusive.” He searched their eyes, smile tugging on his lips. He remembered enough about his flight with them to know he liked them. And now, seeing them look so... sexy. “Let me take care of you.” 

Jim shifted back and forth on his feet. He was sure the offered only stood for Y/N. He looked down at the floor, chewing on his bottom lip. 

“Both of you,” Duncan met Jim’s eyes. 

“You two made for great... companions on the plane. If you’re willing to,” he coughed awkwardly into his fist for a pause, “extend your uh... companionship -- I can be very generous.”

“Like a sugar daddy!?” Jim finally spoke up, his voice dripping in a mixture of surprise and interest. 

Duncan shrugged easily, his thumb running over his bottom lip. “That’s one way to put it,” he bit his lip. He reached into his card holder and handed them a beautifully embossed business card. 

“Give me a call if you need to think about it. Unless you’d rather go up to my room to... discuss it further,” he chuckled. 

Y/N and Jim remember ditching their dates to follow Duncan to his suite. Hushed whispers between them as they got the courage to take up Duncan’s offer. 

None of them knew the love that was about to blossom for them that night. They sat out on the balcony of his suite, letting the cool breeze hit their skin. Always the gentleman, Duncan didn’t initiate any advances that night. He bought them room services and gave them a safe space away from the former clients. 

They curled up in the California king bed just talking like they had on their flight. 

“Uh so... what exactly do you like,” Y/N asked. She fidgeted with the gems on her dress. It was beautiful - beyond what she could ever afford, but it was starting to become uncomfortable.

“Cashmere and fine wine,” Duncan laughed, making Y/N roll her eyes. He caught her struggle with getting comfortable. He got off the bed and found his small suitcase they’d brought up for him, digging for his pajamas. He placed a few comfy items on the bed, “If you two.. wanna get more comfortable,” he smiled sheepishly. 

Y/N sat up on her knees sorting through the clothes and tossing a tshirt at Jim. “Seriously like... we have to know what you... enjoy, daddy..” she pouted, playfully testing the waters. 

It was his turn to roll his eyes, but there was no hiding the fact that he did like the sound of that. “I don’t have a piss kink or anything like that,” he scrunched his nose, “But,” he got closer, tilting her chin up, “I’d like to hear you that again for me some time.” 

--

Y/N and Jim floated back down from cloud 9 a few days later when they were back in their not to luxurious apartment. 

After that first night, they spent the next two days at Duncan’s penthouse slowly going over what the arrangement would entail (although, if they were being honest most of the time was spent between Duncan’s bed and sharing sharing pastries with Duncan on his balcony). 

Duncan pulled up up to their run down complex. He’d been having so much fun during the past few days, he didn’t want it to come to an end yet. 

Duncan didn’t say what he wanted to say, but he felt a strong distaste for where they were living. 

They’d just moved to the city and started working when they met Duncan - they were still hoping to make enough money to find a nice place. This was just a temporary stay. 

It wasn’t long before Duncan gave them an extra key to his place...

“I figured if where you’re staying is just temporary... you’d rather stay here..”

Duncan knew he could easily get them their own loft or apartment, but he was enjoying them being there more than he realized he would. 

He knew starting this arrangement would be fun. He knew he liked them. He just hadn’t realized how lonely he’d been before. 

He looked up at the ceiling as Y/N and Jim slept on either side of him... reminding himself that for them... it was just a job. A way to get their things paid for. But then again... it was he wanted, right?

Another realization that came far later for Duncan Shepherd was that to Jim and Y/N... it had also become much more than a job. 

--

For Jim, he remembers the moment he knew he was falling for not only Duncan, but his friend of many years, was on one of the first trips Duncan ever took them too. Jim had always wanted to be near the ocean. He had such bittersweet memories connected to it. But for him now, the sweetest one comes from laughing in the sand after convincing Duncan to try and surf. Y/N was rubbing sunscreen on their backs soon turning into a pile of kisses on to one another with the sunsetting softly over the horizon. 

From the beginning, it never felt “mechanical” or “strictly business” with Duncan. Not like their first few clients. It’d always been easy with Duncan. Maybe it was the initial crush Jim had developed on the plane that made the difference. Either way he knew he loved Duncan. 

--

Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t have feelings for Jim before the whole affair started. She often brushed it off as just a friend crush -- but after being with him and Duncan things began to develop quickly. She loved them both so much in their own way. They each filled different parts of her heart to make her feel whole. 

The moment she knew -- the moment she took them to uncharted territory by being the first to say “I love you,” was after she’d spent the day in bed crying. Feeling so vulnerable after a hard day. She felt herself isolating herself from Jim... from Duncan. 

She remembers them silently coming into the room to hold her. Duncan let her cry on his chest while Jim played with her hair. In that moment of safety, she whispered, “I love you,” and there was no question as to who it was directed to -- because they knew she loved them both. 

--

“You want to what?” Duncan spoke, his composure faltering. “I don’t - I’m sorry.” he felt loss for words. He hadn’t noticed that his hands started to shake until Jim reached forward to take his hand in his own. 

“Shh,” Jim cooed. Duncan wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to being the one who needed to be babied. He wasn’t the one who needed his hand held, for Christ’s sake. 

“Hear us out.” Jim led Duncan down on the chair. 

“Duncan.” Y/N’s voice was clear and steady. “We don’t want to be your sugar babies anymore. We don’t want this to be…” she searched for her words, “an exchange.” 

Jim rubbed her back reassuringly. “You mean so much more to us than the nice things you buy us. We want you, Duncan. We want to end the arrangement because we want to be with you. Like, as a real relationship.” she peeked up at him from her lashes, “If you’ll have us,” she nodded her up towards Jim, who was all but vibrating next to her. 

Duncan blinked back tears. The knot in his throat made it hard for him to say anything. All he could do was nod - nod and let the tears fall freely from his eyes. 

Y/N reached up to his face, wiping it clean. “Is that a yes?” her lips tugged into a smile.

Duncan cleared his throat and took both of their hands in his, “Of course. Yes. A million times yes.” 

The way they made him feel so loved - after years of feeling like he wasn’t capable of it, and here he was -- madly in love with two beautiful souls. They wanted - they loved him for him!! He knew it in his heart before that morning but hearing it sent his heart into overdrive. 

--

He called into the office that morning to be able to spend the day with the people he loved the most. The idiots back at the Shepherd Foundation could figure it out on their own. 

After that restless night, they all needed all the R & R they could get. 

After a few mimosas and waffles, Y/N and Jim dragged Duncan out to their hot tub on their back patio. Duncan had that hot tub long before he met Jim and Y/N, but didn’t start to truly enjoy it until they moved in with him. 

Duncan sighed as he slipped into the hot water, the jet pressure working against his calves. “Well,” he smiled up at them, “Are you not going to join me?” 

Y/N smirked at him right before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. She exposed herself completely stripping down to nothing before she slowly made it down the steps into the water, “Mhmm,” she sighed as she took a seat next to Duncan. 

Duncan chuckled softly, shaking his head, “Baby?” he called over to Jim, his hand, already wandering up Y/N’s thigh. 

Jim followed Y/N example and stripped off his clothing before climbing into the tub, on the other side of Duncan. “You’re overdressed,” Jim mumbled into Duncan’s neck, snaking his hand into the waistband of the little black trunks...

--

Duncan told himself he wouldn’t cry. After everything they’ve been through - it had led to this...

His toes dug into the white sand as he looked out into the sea. He couldn’t have chosen a better place - his their beach house was their haven. Their little slice of paradise. It was only natural for them do it there. 

Every thing was picture perfect. The sky was a beautiful array of purples and pinks, reflecting on the clear water. To his left, a gorgeous set up of candles, blankets, twinkle lights, and a picnic of his babies’ favorite treats. 

Jim and Y/N knew that Duncan had been planning something for weeks now. When he booked a getaway to their beach house, he didn’t allow them to lift a finger packing. Told them he’d take care of it all. And he did. 

He had their outfits laid out on their bed for them. For Jim, he had a thin pair of linen pants in a light sandy colored with a baby blue shirt of the same material. Y/N’s wasn’t too different. He had a white dress of the same fabric. It was soft and flowy - perfect for the beach. 

They made their way down to the beach where Duncan waited for them. He turned to face them, his hands behind his back, biting down on his lip to try and keep it together, 

He knew they were his life and he was spending forever with them.

“Duncan,” Y/N breathed out, her eyes going over the set up. She reached for his hand, “This is beautiful,” 

Duncan squeezed her hand, and took Jim’s in the other one. 

“I have something for you,” he dropped their hands and dug a little velvet bag out of his pocket. “I know there isn’t anything... traditional,” he laughed, “about our relationship, but” he pulled the string of the baggie and dumped the contents of it into his palm. He played with the cool metal, shifting them around his hand. 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way and,” he paused to look into their eyes, “I’d want to spend the rest of my days with you,”

He took his time, placing a finger on Jim’s finger and then YN’s. “Since we can’t really do a courthouse wedding,” he laughed, taking both of their hand again - this time adorned with the precious jewels he gifted them, “I figured, we could do something more our style,” he gestured towards the romantic scenery he’d set. 

“Will you take me to be yours forever?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Jim and Y/N replied their “I do”’s over each other. When Jim noticed the tears pooling in Y/N’s eyes, he reached over to wipe her cheek. 

Duncan couldn’t smile any more if he tried. Jim loved the way the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled that big. Duncan’s hair blew softly in the gentle breeze. His peppered hair matched his graying beard, but like the fine wines he adored, he aged well. 

He pulled them closer, caressing their cheeks before kissing them. 

He loved them. Duncan Shepherd had found love.

Y/N and Jim embraced him with everything they had. They never wanted to let each other go - but when they finally did, Duncan popped the champagne, loving the way Y/N giggled when the bubbles poured out of the bottle. 

By the time they downed the champagne and cake on the beach, the buttons of Duncan’s shirt where messily unbuttoned. He had sand in his hair and lipstick marks on his neck. 

The sun was close to being gone, but the candles and fairy lights were enough for them. The were covered in the soft glow of the moon. 

Duncan’s heart felt so warm as he watched Y/N feed Jim another bite of cake. Jim’s laughter like music to his ears. Jim caught his eye and crawled over to Duncan. He swung his legs over Duncan’s thighs and sat on him. Jim took his face in his hands and kissed him tenderly. 

Jim found his place. 

He found a home with Duncan and Y/N - a home with nothing but love to offer and he was ready for it. 

They each had their space in each others hearts and it melted perfectly into who they were. 

Who would think that a day would come when Duncan Shepherd would be thanking his lucky stars for an economy flight seat?

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sorry if i missed someone!

and please LMK what you think 🥺

[shenevertricks1831]

This gives me Duncan's sugar baby at Christmas vibes...

[holyvictim]

wip ask game !

ty lauren for tagging me, even tho these are more “work” and less “in progress” lol @inklore

rules. — list all your wip titles; meaning even the ones that are vague or nonsensical. tag as many people as there are wips

a lot of these are working titles/ideas, but im including pretty much everything sitting in the drafts waiting to be touched.

bucky barnes

bondage song , (spy!reader x spy!bucky)

kiss & swallow , (madripoor!bucky x f!reader x m!oc)

tonight i feel like kafka , (ta!reader x prof!bucky)

she’s my collar , (villain!reader x bucky)

together we’re screwed , (reader x best friend!bucky)

a love that burns , (wilson sibling!reader x bucky)

druig

even gods cry , (eternal!reader x dark!druig)

ghost town , (researcher!reader x druig)

michael langdon

the undone & the divine , (1800!reader x shifter!michael)

under the skin , (reader x incubus!michael)

which witch , (next supreme!reader x michael)

other characters

baby honey , (reader x sugar daddy!duncan shepherd)

kitchen knife , (babysitter!reader x harry gardner)

daddy issues , (super!reader x zemo)

six little seeds , (betrothed!reader x king!loki)

flirting with kerosene , (agent!reader x rick flag)

the hand that feeds , (sugarbaby!reader x the countess)

love like blood , (f!reader x asa emory/the collector)

friend of misery(?) , (assistant!reader x kylo ren)

i only have three followers and two of them are the same person so, yeah, lol. tagging whoever wants to do it!

[fckinsupreme]

masterlist !

** indicates NSFW

This list will update as more fics/etc. get posted!

MICHAEL LANGDON:

Series:

**Lesson - Hawthorne!Michael x Fem!Reader : Part One | Part Two | Part Three 

One-Shots:

**Favors- Fire and Reign!Michael x Fem!Reader

**Consequences - Post Fire and Reign!Michael x Fem!Reader 

**Found - Sojourn!Michael x Fem!Reader

**Offer - Sojourn!Michael x Fem!Reader 

Requests: 

**Jealous Fire & Reign Michael x Fem!Reader 

XAVIER PLYMPTON:

One-Shots:

**Blasphemous - Xavier x Fem!Reader 

Requests: 

**Mirror, Mirror - Xavier x Fem!Reader

**Mirror, Mirror - PART TWO - Xavier x Fem! Reader

**Touch Me (I Want Your Body) - Xavier Plympton  

**Touch Me (I Want Your Body) - PART TWO - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Saved - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

**Masterpiece - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

**Everybody Wants You - Xavier Plympton x Dom!Fem!Reader 

Lay With Me Forever - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

**Show Me - Xavier Plympton x Chet Clancy x Fem!Reader 

**it happened one summer - Xavier Plympton x Virgin!Fem Reader 

**attention - Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader 

DUNCAN SHEPHERD:

**The Beauty of Boredom - Duncan Shepherd x Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader: PART 1 | PART 2

Blurbs:

MICHAEL LANGDON:

**Jealous Fire & Reign Michael not wanting you to wear a certain outfit

**Outpost Michael tormenting you while you're chained to the ceiling

**Hawthorne Michael catches you masturbating

**Roughness with Outpost Michael 

**Fire & Reign Michael is angry with you 

**Sitting in Outpost Michael’s lap 

**Sojourn Michael wants you

**Doing a strip tease for Hawthorne Michael  

**Outpost Michael interviews you 

**Fire & Reign Michael gives you a special interview 

**Sojourn Michael is ruthless with you 

Encountering your ex Michael at Hawthorne 

Michael catches you cheating (tw: death)  

Outpost Michael is angry that you’re a grey

**Anal with Sojourn Michael  

**Michael showing emotion 

Outpost Michael & reader reunite after several years 

**Making up with Outpost Michael after a fight 

**Outpost Michael helps you tighten a corset 

**Reader is Outpost Michael’s servant 

Fire & Reign Michael rescues you from Hell 

**Outpost Michael wants you to cockwarm him 

**Hawthorne Michael is a virgin 

**You & Sojourn Michael give each other head 

**Outpost Michael spits in your mouth during rough sex 

You are pregnant with Michael’s baby

DUNCAN SHEPHERD:

**Professor Duncan being jealous over you & your boyfriend

**Teasing Duncan until he pulls the car over 

**Duncan eats you out after a date

**Teasing Duncan at a banquet in retaliation for his own teasing

**Jealous Duncan takes you to a gala

Dad!Duncan watches you breastfeed

Dad!Duncan coming home to you & your son 

**You see your ex Duncan in a bar

**Cockwarming Duncan during a meeting 

**Pregnancy sex with Duncan

**A threesome with Jim Mason & Duncan

**Sex with older, sugar daddy Duncan   

**Threesome with Xavier and reader 

**Threesome with Michael and reader 

**President Duncan and reader is his VP’s daughter | PART TWO

 **Sex with President Duncan 

**You & President Duncan have sex in a moving car

**You & President Duncan at a play 

**Sub!President Duncan and reader 

**Facetime sex with Duncan 

**Balcony sex with President Duncan...with a twist 

Domestic bliss with President Duncan 

XAVIER PLYMPTON:

**Xavier wanting to use a dildo on you

**Xavier wants to get down and dirty on the dock

**Xavier believes that you’re more than just a one-night stand

**Xavier wants you to kill for him 

**Xavier fingering you in a swimming pool 

**You & Xavier have fun in the Vanta-C

**Xavier uses a vibrating wand on you 

**You distract Xavier from a video game 

**Xavier watches you masturbate

**You tease Xavier with an ice cream cone 

Xavier helps sad reader 

**You help Xavier rehearse lines for a play

**Ghost!Xavier meets you in 2020 | PART TWO

**Pegging Xavier at the studio 

**A threesome with Xavier and Jim Mason 

**Xavier rides reader’s thigh 

**Cockwarming Xavier on the camp’s dock 

**You & Xavier get locked in a cabin for being too flirty 

**Xavier with mommy kink 

**Public sex with Xavier in the aerobics studio 

**Xavier eats you out in the bathtub 

**Xavier eating you out in a cabin with other sleeping counselors 

**Xavier wants to top you, but you won’t let him--yet

**You & Xavier fool around in the woods (bonus Margaret and Chet)

**Modern!Xavier is a subby cam boy  

Reader & Xavier find their song 

**Spanking bratty sub!Xavier 

**You dom Xavier in Chet’s bed 

**Xavier cums too fast and makes it up to you 

**Shower sex with Xavier 

**Edging sub!Xavier 

**Clingy & shy sub!Xavier

CHET CLANCY:

**Chet is jealous of you & Xavier 

**You & Chet have fun in the lake 

JIM MASON: 

Jim soothes reader after she argues with her father 

**Sub!virgin Jim 

**Stepbrother!Jim and Xavier have fun with you 

**Jim riding his pillow 

Random Posts/Concepts/etc.:

MICHAEL LANDGON:

**Giving Fire & Reign Michael Head

**Fire & Reign Michael eating you out during a meeting

**Fire & Reign Michael punishing you for staring at him in a sheer top

**A pseudo game of hide & seek with Fire & Reign Michael soon turns into another game entirely 

My thoughts on Duncan Shepherd

My thoughts on Xavier Plympton 

[certifiedmoth]

Delicious and Dangerous (Part 4)

Sugar Daddy/Werewolf Duncan x Reader

Summary: Y/N awakes one morning to find Duncan missing, only to have him demand she visit him at his house in the woods. As the day unfolds, she sees a different side to her lover, one that she’s not sure she likes.

Word Count: 8.8K

Warnings: fem!reader, duncan in heat, mean!duncan, bits of dark!duncan, angst, smut (oral [male receiving], unprotected sex, rough sex, lots of biting (he’s a werewolf duh), overstimulation, breeding!kink, knotting, daddy!kink, degradation, bondage)

Notes: Here’s part 4 (finally)!! I’m sorry it took so long to get out, ya girl has been busy. This is pretty much all smut, but lots of angst in there as well. I’m gonna be the first to say that some parts of Y/N and Duncan’s relationship feels really unhealthy and if I met somebody as possessive as Duncan, a bitch just might run. Anyways, this is fiction and duncan and y/n are both stupid, but I love them. Enjoy reading this shit show (and try not to hate me for that ending oops) Any comments are appreciated (even if you just want to yell at me) ♥ (gif credit to @spellman)

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You awoke from a night of blissful dreams to the sound of rain tapping against your window. Groaning, you instinctively pulled the comforter up your body, relaxing further into the plush mattress beneath you, letting sleep take you once again.

Life had been truly great lately; Duncan made sure of that. It had been about a month since his little stint at the restaurant and he had made sure to be on his best behavior since then. You were sure that something would have come out in the press about that night, but oddly enough there was silence surrounding the Shepherds. Life with Duncan was actually as sweet as it had ever been. You were constantly pampered. Constantly loved and doted on. It was as if you were in a dream – one you wished to never wake up from.

Most of your attention was given to Duncan these days, but Nick did occasionally cross your mind from time to time; especially since he seemed to call you every other day. Shortly after the incident at the restaurant, you talked with him on the phone and apologized for what had happened. The truth was that you weren’t sorry for leaving him at the restaurant, you were just sorry for how you left him. Apparently, he wasn’t the Nick you remembered him to be and that was a disappointing fact you had to come to terms with. No matter how many times you dodged his calls, he never got the clue.

Although, you were living on cloud nine with Duncan, and truth be told, felt that Nick deserved the anger that was directed at him, shame filled your mind anytime it wandered back to that Saturday night. Duncan was an enigmatic soul – It was as if he was in a constant battle to find balance between his two selves. He could be intense and heated; you’ve come to find out. And when he was like that, it was hard to talk him down or convince him of anything beside his own reality. But he also showed you more love than anyone you had ever known. You sometimes didn’t know how to handle being loved that much. There were moments where you’d catch him stealing glances your way, looking at you as if you were his one reason for existing.

Any shame you felt towards him from that night quickly left whenever you thought of his gentle touches and warm kisses. Your heart fluttered and a smile always managed to find its way on your face any time thoughts of him crossed your mind. Even when he wasn’t there, you were left feeling comforted in a way you would always be grateful for.

Duncan’s behavior since that night was endearing, to say the least. You could tell he was embarrassed for his actions that night, but had too much pride to show it. So, he apologized in other ways. He catered to your every need trying to gain your favor once again. He brought you flowers and gifts, was gentle when he made love to you, and he had even promised to take you away on vacation for however long you wanted. One of his gifts, a beautiful necklace, dangled from your neck every day. He loved to bite on it playfully while he had you pinned underneath him, kissing your neck. Duncan was complete putty in your hands, even though he’d never admit it. But you didn’t care about the constant and never-ending gifts. All you wanted was time alone with the man of your dreams. Even after all this time, you could never get enough. You were afraid you’d always want more of him.

After the revelations of that night, when he confessed to you that you were his one true mate, you both came to terms with how strong your bond and need for one another is. You moved into his apartment and now it became a shared space between two lovers. Duncan was finally at ease having you this close to him – He could make sure you were always safe this way, always out of harm’s way. As gentle and sweet as he was, he was also fiercely protective of you. He would go to the end of the earth to protect you.

Every morning you’d wake up with either the sensation of his stubble tickling your skin as he placed delicate kisses all over your face, or his preferred way to wake you up, with him nestled perfectly in between your legs, placing rather more passionate kisses elsewhere on your body. It was heaven for both of you. After some fun in bed and having to nearly pry Duncan off of you, he would go to work and you would make good use of his credit card. But you always kept him in mind, making sure to buy things that he’d loved and was sure to enjoy once he got home. And that left you to your favorite time of the day, when you could hear the front door unlock and his designer boots making their way towards you. After a long day of meetings and bossing around other people, he found comfort in evenings spent with his girl. Meaningful kisses, tender embraces, and easy, genuine conversations; nights spent intertwined on the couch with your empty wine glasses on the coffee table. It was what you both had dreamed of. Domesticity. Being in each other’s company – simply being in each other’s arms. It was everything, and yet it still wasn’t enough.

You craved each other – Constantly needed more of each other. Every night ended with Duncan carrying you to the bedroom to have his way with you. To show you just how much he needed you. And afterwards, once you two were exhausted and left in a love-filled daze, you’d eventually drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, ready to do it all over again the next day. The both of you felt contempt and happy for once in your lives. Everything was just as it should be.

~

Except this morning, something had changed. Duncan was nowhere to be found as you finally opened your eyes, weak from sleep. The warmth from his body that always surrounded you in the early mornings was gone, and instead was replaced with a feeling of unease and worry. You furrowed your brows in confusion and reached your arm out to search for your phone on the nightstand.

7:17 am To: Duncan [Where are you?]

It was Saturday morning and he didn’t have work. He should have been right beside you, sleeping sound under the covers with his hair tousled wildly, letting out small breaths from his lips while he slept peacefully. But he wasn’t. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. Not in the bathroom, not in the kitchen, not in his office – He was just gone.

7:24am From: Duncan [At the other house, my sweet. I’m dealing with something. Not sure if I’ll see you today.]

You weren’t happy with that response as you twirled your necklace around your fingers, nervously. Honestly, you were just confused more than anything. You checked the date on your phone and realized it was almost a full moon, but not quite yet. He shouldn’t be changing tonight or seeking any type of solitude because of the shift. With no full moon, there was no need for it. So, it had to be something else.

Not knowing drove you crazy. You didn’t want to be the person that overthought everything, but you were. You had always been that way. In life, you liked having control and hated when things didn’t go according to plan. You liked the plan – You liked knowing what the plan was. Being in the dark made you uncomfortable, and in this moment, you could feel the urge to spiral start to take over.

With the two of you being nearly inseparable these days, you felt a pit in your stomach grow at the idea of Duncan keeping something from you. No matter how hard you had worked to trust others and open yourself up, there was always a part of you that felt anxious. Anxious that someone was lying to you or plotting to hurt you.

The last time Duncan had kept something from you it ended with you being chased by him in his other state, nearly giving you a heart attack and a mental breakdown. You thought back to the entire day leading up to that night in the woods. You had been so worried about the secrets and lies that were filling your relationship – so much that it made you burst until you sought him out and found out more than you reckoned for. But now, you had no reason to not trust him. He had showed how devoted he was to you and was consistently truthful and genuine with you – he never lied and never did anything for you to question him. So, why the secrecy now?

7:31am To: Duncan [Is everything okay? Can I come over?]

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7:32am From: Duncan [That might not be a good idea. If I need you, I’ll let you know, baby.]

You weren’t sure what to make of that. He wasn’t being cold and distant with you; he was just away and clearly insistent on not telling you what he was up to. That hint of secrecy only twisted your insides further. But nonetheless, you sat back in defeat, deciding to trust the man you’d grown so fond of while knowing that he’d never betray you. You went to grab your laptop for some online shopping in the hopes of a sweet and expensive distraction.

~

Hours go by and you’ve nearly forgotten about your uncomfortable morning. A part of you cringes at the ridiculous and unnecessary amount of spending, but another part of you feels excitement for Duncan’s reaction when he sees you in your new items. You think back to your mysterious man as you sip from the coffee mug in your hand. Just as he crosses your mind, you hear your phone buzz to the side of you and your eyes widen as you see his name.

1:04pm From: Duncan [Come to the house. Now]

The urgency in his message brought back that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach and you weren’t sure what to think. Was he in trouble? Was he mad? Had you done something to really anger him? You couldn’t tell from his message and it only made your anxiety worse. A part of you didn’t want to deal with any confrontation today, but another part of you, the curious part of you, needed to know what was going on and if he was okay. And you really didn’t want to wait long to find out.

Quickly, you threw some decent clothes on and jumped into your Porsche (another new gift from the man of the hour). You raced down the highway, a sudden burst of excitement filled you at the idea of finally seeing your boyfriend for the first time that day, even though you were still a bit nervous for what you may find. The rain hit your windshield, the noise calming you a bit as dark clouds loomed over the city in your rearview mirror; the house in the middle of the woods grew closer and closer as you noticed the familiarity of the trees on either side of you.

The moment you pulled up to the hidden driveway, you took in a deep breath trying to steady yourself and calm your nerves. Duncan’s sleek car was already parked next to yours and it only reminded you that the demanding man was inside, waiting for you for whatever reason he chose not to disclose. You let out one last breath and pushed aside whatever fears or trepidation you had and briskly left the car, trying to cover yourself from the rain as best you could. You made your way quickly to the front of the beautiful and familiar home, noticing long claw marks from where he had chased you that night months ago. It calmed you, strangely. Just to think of how far you’ve both come, how much your relationship has evolved and how much work you’ve put into it. It really put things into perspective for you and you decided that whatever it was you’d find inside; you could handle it. You’d handle it together, hopefully.

~

“Hello?” you asked timidly as you opened the large front door, stepping in and taking in the stagnant air of the modern house. The lights were off and Duncan’s coat had been long forgotten on the couch. The rain hit the glass on the house, creating an eerie feeling. “Duncan…?” Your voice rang once more throughout the empty house as you cautiously made your way up the stairs. And that’s when you heard it.

Small whimpers. The sound of someone in pain. Groaning and soft whines from a voice you would know anywhere.

“Duncan?” You asked with slight alarm in your voice as you pushed open the bedroom door. The sight in front of you stopped you dead in your tracks, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. Duncan laid atop the deluxe bed, a whimpering mess as he appeared to be in clear pain.

“Y/N…” his voice came out weak and desperate. Quickly, you rushed to his side, taking in the sight of him completely. A sweat broke out over his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. He looked as if he had just gotten finished with a 10K and immediately crashed on the bed. Duncan was dressed in nothing but his briefs and as you leaned your hand down to softly caress his cheek, you felt how hot his skin was. His eyes were closed tight as if in agony; his face contorted in pain. You had never seen him like this before. He looked fragile – Fragile and weak. But all of that was quickly forgotten once your eyes laid upon his lower region.

He was completely and, what appeared to be, painfully hard. His briefs barely held back his length from breaking free of its confines. You were as confused as ever, but your worries slowly started to vanish as a vague memory came back to you from a night weeks ago; a night spent drinking copious amounts of wine and sharing secrets about wolves, particularly of his kind. He explained nearly everything, from what it meant to be an alpha to mates and breeding to full moon rituals. You even remembered Duncan mentioning something about wolves going into heat when around their mates for long periods of time.

Was he in heat? Could this really be the source of his anguish? You bit your lip thinking about Duncan in this state, helpless and needy for you. The mere idea that you were the cause of this excited you beyond belief.

“Baby, is this what you needed me for?” Your small voice rang out, almost in a teasing and mocking manner as you stroked his forehead and gave him an innocent pout. His eyes shot open, revealing them to be an inhumanly shade of blue as a deep growl left his lips. The warning look he gave you reminded you of that first night you saw him here; he looked feral and dangerous, like a wild animal ready to rip something apart. Instinctively, your body moved away from him but his hand was faster. He quickly reached out and grasped onto your wrist, making sure you couldn’t leave his side.

“Duncan…” Your voice lost any hint of cockiness and now showed only concern, which caused him to slowly ease his tight grip on you. “Baby, what’s going on?” You managed to get out the last bit as you looked him over once again. Maybe you had read the situation wrong. He would never… hurt you, would he? The corner of your eye saw his hips slightly rise into the air almost as if it was his body’s way of telling you what he needed.

“I really tried not to call you over,” he looked away before closing his eyes in disappointment. “Wanted to deal with this on my own,” he added, his grip on you tightening once more. “But I need you,” his voice was dark and raspy as his eyes found yours once again. Simply having you near him strengthened Duncan and he found it in himself to sit up and move his body closer to yours. Afterall that’s what he needed more than anything – just to be close to his mate.

“I-I don’t understand… Why come here? Why not just stay home, baby?” You whispered while he leaned in and attached his lips to your neck, not wasting a second in tasting and licking your soft skin. You smelled delicious and he needed you now.

“In heat,” he said curtly, not wanting to part from your skin and growing more and more frustrated with being this close to you, but not being inside of you. “Can be dangerous for humans,” he added, continuing to suck on your skin, while moving his hands against your breasts, his strength gathering as he roughly massaged you through your shirt. He already felt some sort of relief just having you this close to him. The feeling of your body against him eased him slightly but he needed more. He wouldn’t be happy until he was comfortably and completely inside of you.

“In heat?” you whispered, a small smile forming on your lips as you tried to tease him. “Does my poor baby need my help-“ you were, quickly, cut off from the feeling of him nipping your skin roughly, warning you to not test him. Little did he know, it only made you want to push him further.

“So, you’re in heat…” A dangerous smirk played out over your features as you continued to push him. A small growl left his lips as his hold on you tightened.

“If you don’t stop, I am going to fucking wreck you,” all the warmth in his voice left. Only a cold and dangerous warning was left. Now, he actually wanted you to push him more, to give him an excuse to throw you down on the bed and make you a screaming mess.

“My daddy’s in heat, how cute,” you patronized.

You realized you might have gone too far as his body went completely still at your words. He slowly pulled away from your neck to look you dead in the eyes.

“He is,” the words sounded more like a growl as every bit of intensity and desire he had shown through the blue of his irises. He tilted his head slightly, the ghost of a smirk showing as he gripped your hip with inhuman strength, making you wince. “And your daddy is going to wipe that pretty, little smile right off of your face,” he whispered as he leaned in slowly next to your ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through your body. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck, biting hard on one of the already red and purple marks he left. “You see… Daddy needs you,” his hand rose to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “He needs to feel you… Needs to be inside of you,” his hand squeezed harder, constricting your airway. “Unless, you have other plans and want to continue teasing your daddy.”

You shook your head side to side as you gasped for air. “No, sir,” the smallest whimper left your lips as you struggled to get your words out.

His ease on you let up and his hand found its way to your shirt, ripping it right off of your body. “Good. Now, I need you to behave like a good, little girl today while daddy has his way with you,” he whispered as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Is that understood?”

You nodded once more, biting your lip, “Yes, daddy. I’ll be so good for you,” you played along with him. He knew exactly how to shut you up and remind you that he was the one in charge. He appeared to be happy with your response, licking a small stripe against your neck only to suck on it and nip it lovingly.

“Mm, you’ll be my sweet, little princess?” His hands found your hips, raising you onto his waist while he leaned back down onto the bed. You straddled him while his hands ran all over your body possessively.

“I’ll be your sweetest princess,” you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as you felt yourself start to fall into your familiar roles. He was your daddy and you were his princess. Of course, you could be a brat at times, but he liked it most when his girl didn’t challenge him. And you craved his praise more than anything. You’d do just about anything for him if he called you his ‘good girl’.

“That’s what I like to hear.” The dark smirk that appeared on his lips sent a shiver down your spine moments before he flipped you both over and pinned you to the mattress. “My baby’s going to be ruined by the end of today,” Duncan’s lips turned into a fake, exaggerated pout but his eyes showed malicious intent. You whined, trying to raise your hips to rub against his briefs. He glared at you, silently warning you to behave. “Stay,” he ordered, reaching over and grabbing something from the nightstand, his warm body leaving you for a second too long causing you to whine again. He found his place against your body once more, only now holding two pieces of silk in his hand causing you to bite your lower lip in anticipation.

“Is that for me, daddy? I promised I would be a good girl…” you imitated his pout while your eyes stared up at him innocently. He stared right through you, calling your bluff.

“You don’t fool me for a second, little one. Even my good girl can be naughty at times… And daddy doesn’t want to deal with you challenging him or being a brat right now.” He fastened the pieces of silk around your wrists, tying you to the bed frame as a dissatisfied noise left your lips. Duncan knew you loved being able to feel him while making love, but the beast in him had no intention of being sweet with you today. The other half of him, the animalistic part of him purely just needed your body, as selfish as that was. He was blinded by the state he was in; he was ready to do just about anything to feel his cock settled deep inside of you. You noticed him being a bit harsher than normal, but didn’t think much of it. You were too preoccupied with the wetness growing in between your legs. Your wrists were held fairly tightly in the silk and you looked up at him, whimpering.

“So, daddy can’t handle me, then? He needs to tie me up?” You bat your eyelashes at him, hoping to rile him up even more; loving this game of cat and mouse you were in.

“I’d stop talking if I were you,” he leaned in close to your ear, his powerful aura making you sink even further into the mattress. You were frightened and excited for what he would do if you pushed him too far, but he didn’t give you the chance. “Actually,” a dangerous smile appeared on his face as he rubbed his stubble in contemplation. “I think I know the perfect thing to shut you up.”

Your mind instantly thought of the gag in the drawer you were sure he would pull out, but you were wrong. Your eyes widened as you saw him palm himself through his briefs, his prominent bulge begging for release. He pulled down his briefs and threw them to the floor while your mouth watered at the sight of his length bobbing up and down. Duncan stroked himself a couple of times while staring you down, getting ready for how good you were about to make him feel. You gasped when he quickly took hold of your hair and pulled your head back even further into the mattress, making your mouth more accessible to him.

“You just look so pretty like this, angel,” he spat out coldly, gripping onto your hair even harder while making his way up your body. He held his cock to your face and slapped his thick length against your lips crudely, beckoning you to open up for him. When you didn’t, a growl escaped him and he pulled on your hair even harder. It was bordering just a little too painful. “Open. Now,” he demanded, staring down at you. You obeyed him, quickly opening your mouth to him and he didn’t waste a second thrusting into your mouth. A groan left his lips as his head slightly fell back at the feeling of your warmth take him in completely.

His thrusts were fast and hard as he chased his high. The sound of you moaning and gagging on his cock only urged him to go faster; his cock easily found its way down your throat with each thrust. He slammed his hips into your mouth as you fought against your restraints. You couldn’t help the wetness forming between your legs as he used you for his own pleasure.

“Fuck… your pretty, little mouth feels so good,” he grunted. “Are you my little sex slave, princess?” His laugh echoed off the walls. “Gonna use you however I want,” he spoke while his thrusts started getting sloppier; the feeling of his first orgasm of the day starting to build.

You tried to reply to him, but all that came out was a soft mumbling against his cock. He felt the vibrations of your words against his shaft, causing a deep moan to leave his lips as he pushed his cock even further into you.

“Sorry, princess. What was that?” He teased, smirking to himself. “Couldn’t quite hear you with my cock down your throat,” he chuckled to himself. He grabbed onto your hair and picked up his pace, seeking his own pleasure. You knew he was dangerously close from the increasing sound of his moans building up to his release. His cock roughly thrust into your mouth once more and you felt him still his movements as a loud groan echoed off of the walls. His cum shot out of his tip and coated your throat as he thrust a couple more times, making sure every bit of cum he had to give you went down your throat.

He released you from your grip and fell against the bed, breathing heavily as he ran his hand through his hair, finally feeling relief from the tortures of his morning. “Fuck…” He raised his head, looking you over while taking his time sitting up. His hands graced your thigh while he noticed the innocent, needy look on your face.

“So good for daddy,” he whispered, knowing exactly what to say to please you, while leaning down to kiss your thigh. “I hope you can keep that up for the rest of the day.”

~

Duncan got increasingly rougher and meaner as the day went on. The once sweet and loving man you saw only yesterday was nowhere to be found today. What you had in your presence was instead, a man who was rough with you, who taunted you, who mercilessly used your body for his own pleasure. He was always a very dominant and rough lover, but he was always still tender and loving. But the Duncan you were witnessing today was all business. He used you over and over again, his appetite never seeming to ease up.

You couldn’t really complain, because you were loving every second of it. Well almost every second of it – you wished he would ease up on you just a bit, but it wasn’t anything you were worried about as he gave you world-shattering orgasm after another.

His hunger was never-ending. Whether he had you on all fours, or pushed up against the wall, or spread out on the kitchen counter, he was savagely wrecking your body, always seeking his next high. You were growing exhausted by the fifth or sixth hour, you weren’t sure anymore, but he never showed to tire himself.  He only wanted more. More of you, more of being inside of you, more of being surrounded by you, more of you bending at his will. He needed it.

He tried giving you a break, but could only last about thirty minutes once he felt that uncomfortable tension starting to build on itself again. You didn’t mind – not really anyways. His never-ending need to be inside of you left you feeling full – in more ways than one. Your heart leapt every time he called you his ‘princess’, only to have your mind turn to focus on the pain and pleasure you were feeling from him thrusting into you at a relentless pace. Duncan had so much energy and stamina, it was truly shocking. He was always a dominant lover, you knew this, but he never ceased to surprise and amaze you with just how much faster and harder he could fuck you.

And now you found yourself on all fours once again, at the mercy of your rough lover. Duncan’s hands gripped onto your hips with feverish force while he thrust into you with inhuman speed. You already had two orgasms down from this session alone and you were a whimpering mess as you tried to hold onto the comforter for dear life.

“Aw, what’s the matter, little one? Can’t handle daddy fucking you like this?” he mocked you while grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back to look at him. You’d never seen his eyes so dark before as he glowered at you. His dangerous smile returning once he heard the small whines escaping you.

“Thought you were going to be good for me,” his lip curled up. “Thought you were daddy’s good little girl…” his voice mocked your whimpers. “Thought you were special,” he let out a dark chuckle. “Guess not,” any warmth he had for you left his voice as he ignored the gasp that left your mouth at his harsh words.

“Duncan…” you warned, trying to get the point across to him that he was close to crossing the line. He had pushed you relentlessly all day with his ruthless comments and nonexistent sympathy and you were only now starting to feel a bit crushed by his actions. What happened to your Duncan who always made sure you were alright? What happened to the Duncan who, even though he was rough with you, always assured you that you were loved and cared for? You weren’t sure who this new person was.

“What?” he snapped. “Is daddy being too mean?” He mocked once more, thrusting into you particularly hard, enjoying the small scream that left your lips.

You lowered your head, hiding your face in the mattress and not wanting to look at him anymore as you considered his words. You were left with a bitter taste in your mouth from the way Duncan was acting. You weren’t sure why he was being so cruel, especially when he knew how vulnerable you were in this state. His words were cutting a little too deep and you found yourself stifling a new onset of tears.

“Rose.”

Duncan fought the beast inside of him and stopped immediately at the sound of your shared safe word. You had never used it before in all the time you had known him and he wasn’t even sure if he had heard you correctly. He fell back onto the mattress and stared in disbelief as he felt his world come crashing down around him. Shame surrounded him as clarity started to fill his senses. It was as if a veil was lifted and he could finally see how cruel he had been this whole time.

“That,” Duncan muttered, while staring at his hands. “That wasn’t me,” you heard his small whisper as he spoke mostly to himself. He looked around his surroundings trying to gather himself before his eyes fell on you. You saw every ounce of heartbreak in his expression as his blue eyes started to well up with tears.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he sounded weak, even ashamed. He hesitated before reaching for you and gently caressing your leg. “Baby, I don’t- I don’t know what came over me.”

“I don’t like how you were talking to me,” you placed your hand on top of his. You needed to tell him the truth, but he just looked so devastated by the fact that he hurt you, it killed you to see him like this.

“I kept pushing you and I should have known better,” he let out a shaky breath, coming to terms with how awful he had been.

“And I should have just communicated with you from the get-go.” It was the truth. You should have told him how you felt the first moment you felt the slightest bit uncomfortable. He lifted his head and shifted his eyes from his hands to your eyes.

Duncan shook his head in denial, “I should have known.”

You could tell he’d beat himself up over this for probably the rest of his life. He’d most likely never come near you again while in heat; the thought alone made you sigh in disappointment.

“Come here… please,” your voice was soft as you gestured to the pillow lying next to your head. He softly lowered himself next to you, turning on his side to face you. His hand found your waist and he rubbed small circles while staring at you through glassy eyes.

“Okay, here’s what you’re not going to do. You’re not going to think about this all the time and let it destroy you,” he had opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly placed your hand over his lips to stop him. “Because I’m fine,” you stared into his eyes, making sure he understood. “And I forgive you and I love you.” He let out a long sigh against your hand – Sometimes he felt he truly wasn’t deserving of you or your kindness.

“I understand today has been… a unique occurrence and neither of us really knew how to navigate it. But I trust you, no matter what,” you reassured him while moving your hand to stroke his cheek. “Please don’t let this deter you from ever touching me again. I promise I’ll communicate better if you promise to always hear my needs.”

“Always,” Duncan spoke right away. “My love… I’m just so sorry. I didn’t mean any of those cruel things I said,” he looked like a lost puppy in this moment. It was always so interesting, and in a way absurd, to see him look so vulnerable. He prided himself on being the tough and powerful type, so when you did get to see moments where he looked small and hurt, it reminded you of how sensitive he truly could be.

He continued to rub small circles against your skin while he melted into your hand against his cheek; his stubble tickled you and the familiar feeling filled you with a new adoration for the man lying in front of you.

All Duncan thought of was how amazing you were. How beautiful and kind and caring. How you were completely his; it was something he would always be in awe of. He knew he fucked up. He knew that no matter what you said and how understanding you were, he fucked up. He’d give anything for your forgiveness and you already gave it to him so easily. He truly didn’t deserve you – He felt that in his bones.

“You’re my angel… you know that, right? I love you so much,” he whispered, leaning forward to ghost his lips over yours. You pulled him in for a tender kiss and you knew in that moment you had your Duncan back.

~

Minutes go by… And then hours go by… and Duncan still has you wrapped up in his arms. This whole time, he’s done nothing but share sweet nothings in your ear and place gentle kisses in your hair. He was still in heat, but could feel himself coming down from it. Being this close to you was, in a way, still difficult for him, but he controlled every urge he had – Even if parts of his body didn’t. You could feel how hard he was against you, but no whimpers or moans this time from being in pain, so you knew he was going to be okay. Only the occasional groan when you moved your body, which had you stifling giggles each time.

Lying beside him like this was perfect – but being this close to him with his warm breath ghosting over your skin and his hands dancing across your hips, it made you crave him in a different way. You had thought you were truly his perfect mate, to still want to go for another round with him after having sex for hours. You had to stifle a laugh but he noticed. He always noticed.

“What’s so funny, my love?” He entertained you, a genuine smile on his face as he turned on his back, bringing you to lay on his chest.

“Hm, nothing,” you tapped your finger across his warm chest. “Can I have some water, pretty please?” You asked with puppy dog eyes, as you lifted your head to look at him.

“You want me to go all the way downstairs for some water?” His eyebrow rose in question.

“Do you want me to die of dehydration?”

He rolled his eyes at you while a smile formed on his lips. “Don’t joke about that,” he kissed your forehead before getting out of bed.

You needed an excuse to get up and stretch. Okay, maybe you also needed some time to think about how to get Duncan to touch you again. To really touch you again. You were sure he’d be against it, but you wanted him. And you knew he wanted you, too. You were reminded of that when you ran your finger across your stomach where some of his precum had leaked onto. You knew he was holding back… All you needed was a way to make him let go – At least just a little bit.

You stood up, nervously playing with your necklace around your fingers, thinking about how to get him to give you what you wanted when his tall frame appeared in the room. You jumped up in surprise causing a small laugh to escape him.

“Somebody’s jumpy,” he remarked, making his way over to you with your water in his hand. You looked him over, not bothering to hide your sultry eyes or the way you licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock bobbing up and down.

Duncan cleared his throat, looking at you amusingly. Your cheeks grew warm at the smug look on his face; you turned around quickly, not wanting him to catch any hint of embarrassment on your end. A smirk played out on his lips as he reached over you to place your water on the night stand before wrapping his arms around your body.

“Something you wanted?” his voice was soft as he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“Mhm,” you teased while you reached behind you for his hard length. The mere sight of it had made your mouth water; your mind raced with excitement. Duncan bit down onto your neck and let out a deep growl at the sudden sensation. His teeth dug into your skin as a warning, but it only deepened your arousal. You moved your hand languidly across his length, letting him know that you simply wanted to please him, to give him what he so desired.

“Baby, we shouldn’t,” he spoke against your skin. He wanted nothing more than to let you continue touching him like this, but he didn’t want to risk the darker side of him coming out again.

“I want to, though,” you whispered, rolling your head back onto his shoulder. “I want you. And I trust you, and I love you. Please,” you breathed out, feeling his cock twitch in your hand.

Duncan let out a small sigh before speaking. “Okay,” his voice was quiet as he placed his lips gently to your neck. He released his grip on your waist only to take your hair in his hand and pull your head back, granting him more access to your neck. You continued stroking him as he worked his tongue over the bite marks on your skin.

“On the floor, baby,” he orders gently. You immediately do as he says, taunting him on all fours with your ass on full display for him. Seeing you like this, on your hands and knees, a whimpering mess, only excited the beast in him more. You turn around slowly to find him fixated on the sight of your helpless state, as his precum glistens and drips to the floor. He lowers himself on his knees, licking a long stripe up your back all the way to your neck where he bites down gently.

“I can smell how fertile you are, princess,” he emits a low growl as his hot breath fans over your skin. “It’s been driving me crazy all day,” his hand reaches down in between your thighs and dips into your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers. He pulls back reluctantly, bringing his hand to his cock while rubbing your wetness on his tip, mixing your arousal around with his precum.

The squelching sounds of him getting himself off is too much for you and you turn around to make yourself face-to-face with his neglected cock. You look up at him through innocent eyes while leaning forward and pressing your lips to his tip, kissing him ever so gently. He growls excitedly and presses his cock to your face, smearing his precum over your lips and cheeks, marking you as his. His mate. His little plaything. Whatever he wishes for in this moment. You’re his.

He forces your lips open with the tip of his cock and he gently thrusts into you. You happily accept him into your mouth and moan at the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. He humps at your mouth a couple more times before you feel the base of his shaft start to swell. He had warned you about this before. Something that occasionally happens to his kind while aroused. You had never experienced it before, but you were more than excited to take his knot. Except, he instantly pulls out of you and pushes you back down onto the floor.

“You’re mine,” his voice is raspy and low while he pumps himself a few more times.

“Always, Duncan,” your voice is soft as he grabs your body and flips you over with ease, making sure you’re on all fours again. He grips onto your hair with one strong hand and pulls your head back lightly. He smears the rest of his precum along your ass as he searches for what he’s looking for. He finds the wet, warm opening he was desperate for and instantly thrusts into you, yanking on your hair as he bottoms out in you. There was no pain, only pleasure as he stretches you out completely.

Duncan made sure to control the beast in him as best he could, but still set his fast pace. His hips snapped into yours quickly as he chased his release, wanting nothing more than to spill his seed into you. It’s where his cum belonged – every single drop inside of you. He’d give it to you over and over again until you were full of him and only him.

Your moans steadily got louder and louder and in retaliation, he releases your head and leans down, holding your back close to his chest as he bites down on your neck again. His thrusts are deep as he growls in your ear, warning you to behave.

“Gonna drain every drop inside of you,” he promises. The swelling on his length you felt earlier starts to come back and the sensation combined with how primal he’s being nearly throws you into your own orgasm.

“This is what you’re made for,” he smirks to himself, “For carrying my babies.” His thrusts only grow more erratic as he chases his release. “You gonna give me some pups, babygirl?”

You’d never talked about children before and you weren’t sure what he was going on about, but you couldn’t help how turned on you were by his words. You nearly cried out just from the way he was talking to you. His knot hit against your opening with every thrust, massaging you as you start to come undone.

He was being relatively gentle with you before, but now as his need builds, he starts thrusting into you eagerly. His eyes darken and he growls deeply as he breeds you.

With one last thrust, he pulls you back into him and he forces his knot inside of you, connecting you both as he starts to fill you with his warm cum. Duncan lets out a strangled growl that slowly blends into loud groans, echoing off the walls. If you weren’t in an isolated house in the middle of the forest, you might have been afraid of the noise level. But with how vocal he was being and how amazing it felt having him release himself in you, your mind turned elsewhere.

Your body feels like it’s been set ablaze and your own orgasm hits you hard. Duncan holds you up as pleasure takes over your body and you feel every wave of bursting electricity pass over you. Your desperate moans fill his ears and it causes more cum to leak out of him. He leans down to kiss your neck as he paints your walls with a new steady stream of his seed; his quiet groans vibrate off of your skin. You’re positively full of him and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He breathes heavily against your skin as you both try to steady yourselves. The swelling from his knot starts to go down, but he continues to stay deep inside of you. He finds pleasure from having you cradled under his body, his cum seated deeply in you. The animal in him wants to put life in you and wishes more than anything to impregnate you. But Duncan knows you two haven’t had that conversation yet and he knows you’re on the pill, making his efforts useless. His deepest desire that he was too afraid to talk to you about finally just revealed itself and he’s unsure of how to go about it now. He realizes there’s no use in keeping you two in this position anymore as you won’t bear his children this time, so he pulls out of you reluctantly.

You feel his cum drip down your legs and gather onto the floor in a puddle as he watches the sight with sad eyes. He thinks to himself, “What a waste.” But he’s immediately snapped out of his thoughts when he hears your small voice calling to him.

“Duncan,” you happily sigh, turning around and laying down in exhaustion. You think you’ve finally reached your limit for the day; you don’t think you could go for another second with him. You bask in the aftermath of your orgasm, exhausted and feeling sleep call your name.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he forgets his woes and places gentle kisses all over your face while praising you and worshipping your body with sweet and tender touches. He knew you had had enough and he wouldn’t dare push you any further. After all, he was still ashamed for how awful he had treated you earlier and now, for trying to breed you. Hell, he was ashamed for calling you over in the first place and making you deal with him in this state. He knew you deserved better – that you deserved someone who was sweet and gentle with you. And as hard as he tried, he was still an animal. He swore that he’d always protect you, but could he protect you from himself?

“Baby,” your voice broke his chain of thoughts again as he instantly found your eyes with his own cerulean ones. Your hand reached for his that stroked your cheek and you looked at him knowingly.

“Don’t do that,” you spoke with little energy, you already felt your bed calling for you. He’d have to carry you to the shower and bathe you himself before laying you in bed for the night; you had no energy to do it on your own. “I know that look and I know what’s going through your mind, stop it,” you lightly chuckle, squeezing his hand.

“Baby, you deserve better than what I can give you,” his face contorts with sadness as he thinks back to the events of the day. His words are painful to hear as you stare at him in disbelief.

“Duncan. Shepherd. Don’t you ever say that again,” your voice wavers as you fight back a small onset of tears. “Baby, that isn’t true. I’m yours and your mine. Always, remember?” your voice breaks as you try to calm him. He sighs while slowly nodding his head, comfort settling over him.

“I know,” his voice is as soft as you think you’d ever heard it. He looks so vulnerable in this moment, you’re afraid to even touch him out of fear of breaking the man in front of you. “Always…” he ponders the word. “Promise me you mean that?” His voice is raw with emotion as he begs, tears forming in his eyes, causing them to look like two perfect swirling oceans.

“Of course I promise,” you reassure him. “Now, take me to the shower, please,” you whine and laugh, sleepily.

Duncan sighs contentedly before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Alright, come on,” he joins in on your laughter as he helps you up.

“No, carry me,” you whine like a little child causing him to laugh a bit louder.

“You know, I’m tired, too-” He was cut off by the sound of a tree rustling around outside the window. Both of you stop dead in your tracks, Duncan with his brows furrowed and you with your eyes wide in surprise. You instinctively grab the bed sheet and cover yourself, while Duncan lets go of you and makes his way to the open window. Of all the times you had ever been here, you’d never heard that noise before. It wasn’t possible for somebody to just “stumble” onto this land. It just wasn’t.

“Duncan,” your voice was small and scared. There was always something eerie about this place and any strange sounds you heard now were not helping. You quickly found your place beside him again, realizing that that was the safest place to be. Both of you stared out into the dark of the night, looking for the cause of whatever made that curious noise.

“Baby, I don’t like this,” you whispered. He placed his arm around your waist, comforting you while he glared into the forest. And that’s when you saw it.

You were in disbelief. Shock and confusion overtook you and you couldn’t comprehend what you were looking at.

“Nick?” your voice spoke, mostly to yourself as you tried to comprehend the sight in front of you. Nick emerged from behind the trees and looked you dead in the eye before turning his gaze to Duncan and immediately running in the other direction. But what stuck out the most was the camera in his hands.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Duncan’s chest breathing heavily. His face was contorted in a type of anger you had never seen before and wished to never be on the receiving end of. His jaw was tense and his lip curled in disgust.

Duncan was fast. Too fast. He reached for his sweatpants, pulling them on before slamming the door open, nearly knocking it off of its hinges. He was down the stairs before you could catch up to him, leaving a trail of destruction in his path.

He reached the front door just as you got downstairs. In a heated fury, he opened the front door letting in the cool air of the night before running outside into the darkness.

“Duncan!”

Part 5

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Three Men and a Baby Part 2/? (Duncan-centric)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x reader, Jim Mason x reader, Duncan Shepherd x reader

Prompt (chapter): After deciding to go on “vacation” to DC with Duncan to meet his family, things take a turn for the worst... or do they?

Prompt (series):  each of the boys has a crush on you, and it’s your time to choose when something life-changing occurs.

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, some smut, language, just the usual

Series Warnings:  fluff, angst, language, violence, sexual situations, descriptions of pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms, mentions of abortion (it doesn’t happen though), just lots of drama

A/N: Here’s part 2! Like this part, there are also going to be a Michael-centric and Jim-centric parts in the future, so look forward to seeing those! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! Read part 1 here!

DC was a dark and dreary place that seemed to suck the life out of you the moment the plane touched down in that God-forsaken place, leaving an empty void in your chest...

Or maybe that was just Duncan’s family...

No, scratch that. DC, though dark and frigid, was full of interesting views and events, making it oddly welcoming.

Bill and Annette Shepherd, on the other hand, lacked any welcoming quality, making them more isolating and cold than the January DC air that nipped at your skin.

You and Duncan had arrived at the Shepherd’s house three nights ago, the sky a bleary beige from the cold. Bill and Annette attempted to be friendly, making idle conversation. They were horrible at camouflaging their true colors, however, when the conversation switched to Duncan’s childhood. Snide remarks and jabbing comments spewed from both their mouths like venom, making you feel nauseous. 

Duncan, on the other hand, acted as if they were talking about something as simplistic as the events of their day, nodding along with pursed lips and a slightly furrowed brow.

That night, as you and Duncan entered into his old room, you immediately began criticizing them as soon as they were out of earshot. 

“What the fuck, Duncan?” you whispered, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed where you both sat.

He just shrugged slightly, almost in a trance of sorts. “It’s just how they are,” he replied simply, eyes trained on the wall. “You’ll get used to it.”

You shook your head incredulously, squeezing his hand slightly as your free hand reached up to gently cup his cheek, turning his head so he looked you in the eye. “What they were saying about you, saying to you, was disgusting! They-They have no right to treat you like that. It makes me sick.”

He sighed softly and squeezed your hand in return. “I’m used to it, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” You clenched your jaw, trying not to scream. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and if you’re ‘used to it,’ then they’ve been treating you like that for a long time.” You traced your thumb along his jawline, eyes searching his. “You shouldn’t be used to it. You should be outraged, disgusted, anything but... But numb.”

He pursed his lips once again, looking down at your linked hands for a moment, before looking back up at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know, babe. It’ll only be for a while.”

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” you whispered after a moment of silence. “I don’t like you being so... Submissive. It isn’t like you, at all.”

He just nodded again, running his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll talk to them tomorrow morning. If they don’t slow down on all of the comments, we’ll get a hotel room and avoid my family for the rest of the time. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He flashed you a kind, genuine smile as his eyes began to twinkle with a sort of mischief. “Now, onto more important things,” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you down onto your back, moving to hover above you.

“Mind the baby!” you squealed out, hands flying up to rest on his shoulders.

“Which one, you or the one growing inside of you?”

You swatted his arm, earning a chuckle from him. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’m your asshole.”

You squinted at him, shaking your head slightly. “That sounds... Wrong. Don’t ever say that again.”

He dropped his head forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as he let out a full-body laugh. “Noted.”

The air was warm, a slight fog filming over the windows due to the contrasting weather from inside and outside. A weak glimmer of sunlight slipped through the cracks of the half-open curtains, casting a pale glow across your body and Duncan’s. 

His fingers gently skimmed over the small bump of your belly, completely entranced by the maternal beauty you wore so perfectly. The gentle pressure of his lips against your temple stirred you from your slumber, a small sigh slipping past your own lips. “G’morning,” you mumbled, turning slightly and nuzzling closer to him.

“Morning, babe,” he hummed in response, propping his chin on top of your shoulder, strands of your hair brushing against his face. “What’s the baby craving today?”

You thought for a moment, still not fully awake. “Pancakes, I think.” A small sigh leaves your lips a moment later. God, what you would do for some coffee. But of course Duncan had to read every single pregnancy book in existence, learning that caffeine is a no-no and banning every drink that contained the chemical from the house. No coffee, no caffeinated tea, no soda, nothing.

He let out a chuckle. “Is mama cranky for coffee?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck and rested his hand atop your slightly bulging belly.

“Mmm, I thought Michael was the mind reader.”

“Not a mind reader. You’re pouting like you pout every other time you ask me for coffee.” He pressed a small kiss to your cheekbone before sitting up and hovering over you. “And the answer’s the same as it always is. No.”

You huffed and rolled over onto your side, playfully pushing out your lower lip. 

“Oh come on, babe. I’ll still make you pancakes.”

You pursed your lips for a moment before turning your head and looking up at him. “With chocolate chips?”

Another laugh fell from his lips. “Of course. Anything for you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut once again when you heard the door close, and you woke up again to the scent of pancakes hitting your nose after what felt like only a moment.

Duncan set the tray of food down on the small desk in the corner before helping you prop yourself up against the headboard with a few pillows. “You know I’m only 5 months pregnant, not 9 months,” you teasingly declared with a small smirk.

“Well, I guess you could make breakfast for yourself,” Duncan mused in response, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Oh I’m so crippled and weak, it hurts to walk, my life is miserable, please hand-feed me for I am too weak to lift the fork to my mouth.” You slouched against the headboard and draped your forearm against your forehead, being completely over-dramatic.

“Did you suddenly come down with the plague?” You just nodded in response and he let out a hum, grabbed the tray of food and setting it on your lap. He placed a glass of orange juice down on the bedside table and then sat at your feet, his hand comfortingly running up and down your shin. 

“Thank you, Duncan,” you voiced sincerely after a moment, offering him a smile.

“Like I said, anything for you.”

You reached a hand out towards him and he took the hint, moving up on the bed until he sat next to you, his back against the headboard. He gently intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

Your smile grew even brighter and you handed him a slice of toast before digging into your food, humming with satisfaction.

You were so fully engrossed in the delicious meal Duncan made that you didn’t even register the fact that his eyes, filled with pure admiration, lingered on you the entire time. 

***

Another dinner, another conversation filled with sugar-coated insults hurled at Duncan. 

You sat there with your cloth napkin twisted tightly wrapped around your fists, wrung taught. “Come on, Duncan, when even was the last time you were at a gala to support the business?” Bill chided, back rigid.

“Probably last summer,” Duncan replied quietly, his gaze focused on the still-full plate of food in front of him.

“Exactly. God, why did we even let you move to LA for college.”

There was a small silence, Duncan only nodding in response. “Do you need me to take your plate, Y/N?” Duncan voiced about a minute later, trying to change the subject.

You opened your mouth to respond before Bill interrupted. “And look at you, waiting hand and foot for her. It’s kind of pathetic.”

“And not to mention that she’s pregnant,” Annette broke in. “There are much nicer girls here in DC, Duncan. No girls who run around getting pregnant and keep their legs open at all times.”

The way she spoke about you, about Duncan, like you two weren’t in the room made your stomach churn. You pressed your lips together to avoid an outburst before rising to your feet, your plate in your hand. You took Duncan’s plate, as well, and slipped into the kitchen. You quickly cleaned the plates before hurrying back into the dining room, not wanting to leave Duncan alone for too long.

Before you could sit down, however, Duncan rose to his feet. “I’m done,” he voiced simply, taking your hand in his. “You can say whatever the fuck-”

“Language,” Bill intervened.

“-Fuck off, Bill. You can say whatever the fuck you want to about me, but if you ever say anything negative about Y/N...” He trailed off, his lips pressed into a fine line. “We’re leaving. We’re gonna stay in a hotel for the rest of the break. I expect an apology in the morning.”

Before either adults could get a word in, Duncan pulled you into your shared room and started packing up your suitcases. You watched him with wide eyes for a moment, unable to fully process what occurred.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Duncan choked out after a moment, stopping his actions and hanging his head. “I-I should have listened to you earlier about leaving. I-If I knew that they were going to say anything about you-”

“Duncan,” you interjected, stopping his rambling. “None of this is your fault. You defended me. You stood up against them.”

He nodded for a moment before walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist the moment he was close enough. You snaked your arms around his neck and clung tightly to him, burying your face in his shoulder as he nuzzled into your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The two of you stood there for a few minutes, just soaking in each other’s touch and letting your worries wash away. Duncan was the first to pull away, only minutely, so he could brush his lips against yours. The tips of his fingers skimmed along your waist until they slipped under your top, tracing along your bare skin.

You gently pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes and fully pressed your lips to his, one hand tangling in his hair while the other cupped his jaw. Your lungs burned with a lack of oxygen, rendered completely breathless from Duncan’s touch. 

“Fuck,” Duncan gasped out, pulling his lips from yours and darting his tongue out. “I need you.”

“At the hotel,” you instructed, voice slightly melancholy at the thought of having to wait. 

Duncan nodded quickly and moved to shove all of your belongings into the two suitcases, actions frenzied and rushed.

The suitcases were packed in record time and he dragged them both behind him, letting go of one of them for a moment so he could pull you into a bruising kiss. He pulled away as quick as he began and continued forward, dragging both of the suitcases behind him.

The two of you hurried out of the house without even a glance towards Bill and Annette. Duncan shoved the two suitcases into the backseat of the car, despite your insisting that you needed to help him in some way. However, the adrenaline coursing through his veins seemed to make him deaf as he worked in silence before slipping into the driver’s seat and clenching onto the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip.

You sat down in the passenger seat and buckled up, eyes searching his form. “Duncan,” you whispered out after a moment of silence.

His eyes slowly flickered over to yours, his shoulders slouching as the adrenaline left his body, leaving him exhausted and in pain. “I’m sorr-”

“I know, love. Come on, I’m driving.” He just nodded and got out of the car, letting you slide into the driver’s seat as he hopped into the passenger seat. “just tell me where to go.”

***

Duncan, of course, had to choose the most expensive hotel in all of DC, and on top of that, had to buy the most expensive room. 

You began to tug your wallet from your coat pocket to pay the bellhop before Duncan handed the young man a few $100 bills, making your eyes widen in surprise. The young man took them with a grateful smile before placing your suitcases in your room, handing the key to you afterwards. 

Duncan grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room, taking the key and setting it on the table in the entry way before kicking the door shut and pressing you against the wall, his lips attaching to yours. “I need to fuck you, right now,” he muttered, fingers already tugging at the waistband of your leggings. 

“I know,” you whispered against his lips, arching your back slightly to press closer to him. You let out a frustrated huff, however, when your swollen stomach restrained you from being able to press your breasts to his chest.

He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he crouched down and kissed his way down your throat and chest, mouth laving against your breasts over your shirt. 

A groan bordering on pleasure and frustration fell from your lips and you slipped away from the wall, grabbing both of his hands and dragging him over to the bed before pushing him down onto it.

He stared up at you with pure admiration in his eyes, one hand dragging down his body to palm at his erection through his jeans. “C’mere baby,” he nearly begged, trapping his lower lip between his teeth.

You nodded, crawling up on the bed and moving to straddle his waist, letting out a small gasp when you felt his hard-on press against your core. You slowly situated yourself onto his lap before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. Meanwhile, his hands alternated between kneading your ass and tugging your leggings off. Once you undid the last button, Duncan successfully pulled your leggings and panties down to your knees.

Duncan’s pupils dilated impossibly larger when he took in the sight of you, your hair flowing free and your core on display. A soft grunt fell from his lips when he watched you kick off your leggings and panties before sitting up on your knees. His hands worked quickly to rid you of your shirt and bra, as well, before tugging his own pants off, his unbuttoned shirt lingering on his body.

Duncan looked downright sinful underneath you, his hair fluffed out against the comforter and the sleeves of his shirt clinging tightly to his arms as the rest of his shirt flowed loosely, exposing his chest and slightly soft belly.

His voice brought you out of your trance, snapping your eyes from his body to his face. “I want you to ride my face,” he announced, voice thick with arousal. He seemed to be extremely excited by the idea, since his cock twitched at his own words.

You nodded slightly and took his hands in yours, beginning to crawl your way up towards his face. You stopped near his chest, doubts and insecurities filling your mind.

“What’s wrong?” He squeezed your hands and searched your eyes, brow furrowing slightly.

“I... I think I’m too big,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze afterwards. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He gently tugged your hands, drawing your attention back to him. “You are not too big. You won’t hurt me.” He sat up slightly and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your breast before laying back down. “Now, get up here so I can taste that pretty cunt of yours.”

Arousal pooled at your core and dripped down your thighs, legs already beginning to shake slightly. You just nodded in response before crawling up his body until your center hovered over his face.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his heart beginning to race the moment he locked eyes with your wet center. Slowly, he leaned his head up and squeezed your hands, licking a bold stripe up your core.

You immediately lurched forward at the touch, a strangled moan leaving your lips. You looked down, longing to stare into his cerulean eyes as he worked you to the brink, but your bulging stomach prevented that. 

The feeling of contempt towards your stomach left as quick as it came, however, when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. “Oh my god,” you choked out, gripping onto his hands like a vice. As he worked at your core, you dropped lower and lower on your knees so he didn’t have to crane his neck to lap at the sweet nectar flowing from you. 

His tongue slowly skimmed down your core, parting your folds so he could reach your entrance. When he found it, his tongue immediately slithered inside while his nose ground against your clit. One of your hands let go of his and flew forward to the headboard, gripping tightly to steady yourself. “Does that feel good, baby?”

You nodded fervently and gasped for air. “Feels so good.” You felt Duncan’s smile against your core before he returned to his previous actions, his tongue gliding in and out of you as his nose bumped against your clit. His actions sped up when you grew more vocal, ‘please Duncan’s and ‘fuck’s mixed in with wanton moans and cries ripping from your throat. His free hand rose up and rested on your stomach, fingers softly tracing imaginary patterns on your skin as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. “I-I...”

As if he could read your mind, he moved his hand to your core and quickly pumped two fingers into your tight heat. “Are you close?”

“Yes, fuck.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you finally reached your tipping point, cumming with a tight and strangled moan. Your hands flew forward and gripped the headboard, whimpers flowing freely from your lips as he worked you through your orgasm. 

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect.” His fingers gently slipped out of your wet heat with a squelching sound that made his cock twitch. His lips still circled your clit, his tongue laving at the bundle of nerves. 

Once you were able to catch your breath, you lifted your hips from his face and slowly crawled down his body until you were eye-level with him. His hands gripped your hips and pushed you down onto your back, switching positions so he hovered above you with his legs straddling your waist. 

He was a sight to behold, the bottom half of his face glimmering with your release and his lips red and swollen from suckling on your folds and clit. 

With a smirk, you sat up and swiped your tongue over his stubbled cheek, licking up the mixture of your wetness and his sweat that lingered on his skin. A harsh groan bubbled in his chest at your actions, hands tightly gripping into your hips. “Such a naughty girl,” he mused, turning his head so he could press his damp lips against yours. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?”

You nodded softly and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the prominent bulging veins that adorned his toned arms. His lips slowly trailed down from your lips to your neck, then to your chest. “Duncan,” you whined, carding your fingers through his brunette locks.

“Hmm?” He looked up at you with hooded lids, his lips gliding over to your right breast and taking your nipple into his mouths, immediately sucking with fervor. The fingers of his left hand gently rolled your other nipple between his fingertips, earning a throaty moan from you.

“Duncan, please. I-I need...”

“What do you need? Gotta use your words, babe.” His hand left your breast so he could trace his fingertips along your very inner thigh, inching achingly closer to your core. 

“I...” You sucked in a breath and gulped. “I need you to fuck me. Please, baby.”

“Of course, babe.” He sat up and took your legs in his big hands, spreading them slightly so he could nestle himself between them. The tip of his length bumped against your core, prompting a small gasp from both of you. “Are you...” He stopped himself with a look that mirrored pain on his face. 

“What?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Nothing.”

You squinted at him before a sly smile cracked across your face. “Were you... Were you gonna ask me if I was on birth control?”

The tips of his ears flushed pink. “No...” He trailed off.

You let out a laugh. “Did-Did you forget that I was four months pregnant?”

“Shut up! I was being considerate, okay!”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try and stop your giggles. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re sweet.” You extended your arms to try and pull him into a hug, but he dodged away.

“Stop it. Maybe I just won’t fuck you.”

“No, baby, please!” You grabbed his hands and pulled him close to you. “I’m sorry, baby. You were being sweet and I love you. And it’s such a confidence booster that I’m not big enough for you to remember that I’m pregnant even though I feel ginormous. Come on, baby.”

He cracked, letting out a chuckle and pressing his lips to your cheek. “Alright, fine.” he sat back up and pulled his hands from yours so he could caress your thighs.

“Now fuck me, baby.”

He grinned and nodded, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly sheathing himself inside of you. The two of you let out a synchronized moan, basking in the feeling for a moment before he began to thrust in and out of you.

You could tell that he was holding back, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes screwed shut as he laboriously slid in and out of you. You felt bruises forming under his hands, and that brought a new gush of wetness to flow between your thighs. “Dunc,” you voiced, bordering between a whisper and a moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled in response, harshly jerking his hips once before going back to his brutally slow pace.

“Baby, you can go faster.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” You gripped onto his shoulders and tightened your legs around his waist, defying his grip.

He nodded, a few strands of hair falling in his face as he slowly picked up the pace, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper inside of you. Grunts reverberated in his throat and mingled with your moans as he fucked you. “God, I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Dunc.” You threw your head back after a particularly rough thrust, nestling deeper into the pillows. your back arched up a moment later, though, when his thumb began to rub tight circles on your clit. His other hand rested on your swollen belly, throwing his head back as he neared his orgasm.

“Fuck!” His hips stuttered as he grew closer and closer. “You feel amazing, baby. Goddammit, I’m so close.” His hand circled your belly, his touch feather-light. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you so full of my baby next. As soon as you have this one, I’m filling you up with another.”

“Duncan-”

“God, seeing you pregnant with my baby sounds like a dream.” His hips stuttered one last time before he shot his load inside of you, shuddering as he pumped you full of him.

His orgasm pushed you off the edge of your own orgasm, all the air leaving your lungs as flashes of white exploded behind your eyelids. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped divots in his skin.

He slipped out of you and knelt on the ground, watching as his cum dribbled out of your entrance and down onto the bedsheets. “So gorgeous, baby.” His middle and ring fingers glided along your soaked heat, gathering your mingled release onto his fingertips. He pushed himself back to his feet and crawled up on the bed, bringing his coated fingers to your lips.

Your tongue immediately darted out and lapped at his fingers, your hand grabbing his wrist and putting his two fingers inside your warm mouth. You suckled on his fingers and let out a low moan, smiling around his fingers at the taste. A small whine fell from your lips when he withdrew his fingers, but hummed in satisfaction when he pressed his lips against yours. 

He sat up and got out of the bed, heading into the bathroom. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked as he wet a washcloth.

He headed back into the bedroom as you shook your. “Not at all. You were perfect, baby.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” He gently cleaned between your thighs with the washcloth, tossing it near the bathroom afterwards. He crawled back up on the bed and laid down next to you, draping an arm over your waist. His eyes stared into yours, fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes on your skin as he became lost in your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Why? What for?”

“I-I shouldn’t have said all that stuff. About getting you pregnant. It was just a heat of the moment thing, I was in my head and wasn’t thinking about what I was saying-”

“Duncan, it’s okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it back to the immaculateness that it was before. “I kinda liked it, honestly. Makes me feel good when you think I’m beautiful when I’m pregnant.”

“You’re always beautiful, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

[langdvnshepherd]

Headcanons: Duncan Shepherd as a dad (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none really it’s literally all tooth-rotting fluff I’m sorry lmao, mentions of smut

A/N: Someone requested more dad!Duncan and I, uh, had to do it. Definitely message me if you ever want to hc dad!Duncan because I can do this shit all day. I’d love some feedback as well as some suggestions on what to write next!

We’ve discussed how Duncan would act before his baby is born, but what about after?

First of all, he would not be able to keep his eyes off of them

He’s in awe at all times that someone as cold as him helped create the most precious thing he had ever seen in his life

Even when he’s exhausted from taking care of them all night and changing diaper after diaper, he would opt to just watch the way their little nose twitches and their fingers flex as they sleep

Every little coo or grunt that comes out of them is the cutest thing he’s ever heard

Their cute little toes are his favorite

Loses it every time he sees how tiny their clothes are

sorry idk how to make the cut work so this line has to be here lmao my b

Also really loves watching you breastfeed because those are his two favorite people and they get to bond in this very special way

Obsessed with how their eyes get droopy and they get all sleepy after their bellies are so full of milk

Going a little off topic— I picture that this is when he’d ask you to marry him

It would be super casual

You’re cuddled into his side while you’re feeding your little bub one morning and he’s contently watching the two of you and it just dawns on him that there’s literally no other way he could/would want to picture his life being like

He wants it to be you, him and the herd of babies the two of you create for as long as he lives

He says it plainly and matter-of-fact-ly that he wants you to marry him because this is it for him and he doesn’t want anything else

“I was gonna get you flowers and a giant ass ring and take you to a fancy dinner and be dramatic and with the whole shebang, but this just felt right. We can figure the rest out later.”

I would say he takes to fatherhood fairly well

Always offers to get up in the middle of the night and rock them back to sleep

Spit up and poop doesn’t gross him out

Thinks their little burps and farts are hilarious

“Heyyyyy, impressive! Just like your daddy.”

Cherishes skin-to-skin contact

At any and all times he can be found sitting on the couch or nursery rocking chair shirtless with his baby tucked into his chest

Also does the thing where if the baby falls asleep on him he refuses to move until they wake up regardless of what position he’s in

“My leg has been asleep for an hour, but there’s no way in hell I’m moving and waking up this sweet baby.”

You have an entire photo album on your phone of him and the baby asleep in the weirdest positions looking like identical versions of each other

Duncan’s arm tucked behind his head and slumped into the corner of the couch with your baby’s chubby cheeks smushed into his chest and legs tucked into their chest like a little football

When he has to take care of them alone for the first time he feels like he’s gonna puke

He’s convinced that something bad is going to happen even though you’re just going to work for half a day

If something happens it will be his fault and he won’t be able to live with himself

He calls you to before everything he does to make sure he’s not going to accidentally hurt them

“They have a rash on their butt, is the diaper cream the blue tube or the red tube?”

“Duncan, you know which one it is. You put it on them last week.”

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to double check.”

He measures every breath they take until you get home because he doesn’t full trust himself alone with a child

You end up coming home to a quiet house and find Duncan and the baby knocked out on the floor with an old Mickey Mouse cartoon playing softly on the tv

He was going to be perfectly fine, you tried to tell him

The first time the baby gets sick he’s so heartbroken

Usually their cries can be softened with a boob in their mouth or some gentle rocking and pats on the booty but knowing he can’t do anything to help them this time makes him feel so sad

He just hold them as close as he can and tells them he’s sorry there’s nothing he can do until they finally drift off

Duncan also probably withdrawals himself from work gradually after the baby is born

Also chills out on the shady business because now he has a kid to consider and if he gets caught he isn’t the only one that will suffer the consequences

Taking on less of a work load to he can spend time with you two but also because having a kid has made him reflect a lot

He wants to be the parent he never really had

He wants to look back and say he was able to provide for his family, but was also still present for all of the little moments

Him and his baby are best buddies and I am a firm believer in that

You can calm them down and make them laugh and they love you so much but it’s nothing compared when they see Duncan walk into the room

They’re immediately in a better mood or having a giggle fit

They love it when Duncan tickles them with his beard when he gives them kisses or blow raspberries on their tummy and they love making grabby hands at it and scratching it

He talks to the baby like they’re grown and like their little babbles are actually words and it’s hilarious

“What’s that? You thought the State of the Union was pure shit? Well that makes two of us! I couldn’t believe the hot garbage coming out of his mouth either! What an idiot.”

It only encourages the baby to mumble and speak more gibberish because they’re thriving off of the attention they’re getting from their dad even though they have no idea what the fuck he’s saying

He fake wrestles with them by pretending to choke-slam them but he just softly flips them around and gently flops them down on the couch

Walks around the house with them hugging his leg or on his shoulders while they hold onto him by his hair

Duncan is always letting them do things you don’t want them to do like crawl around butt-naked or letting them suck a tiny bit of cake frosting off of his finger when you aren’t looking

“Duncan, you can’t keep doing that! All of that sugar’s going to upset their stomach.”

“But look at them, they LOVE it. You can’t look at that face and tell me that they don’t absolutely love it.”

Their first steps are towards Duncan one day when he’s home alone with them

He’s working on his laptop while the baby was messing around on the floor with their toy piano and chewing on the ear of their stuffed elephant

For whatever reason he diverts his attention from the screen to the baby and sees that they’re fully standing on two feet and rocking back and forth and concentrating super hard on staying upright

Duncan realizes what’s about to happen and eggs them on with the bowl of dry Cheerios they had been eating for breakfast

“Come on! Oh my god oh my god, come on you’re so close you can do it!!! Come here!!!”

They make it clear across the living room and stumble right before falling but Duncan scoops them up and tosses them straight up in the air out of excitement and the baby is a squealing mess from the kisses Duncan covers them in

Their first word is “mama” and he’s honestly a little salty because he thought he was special

“After all I do for you? All the times I get yelled at by your mom for feeding you sweets and cuddling you at night when you should be sleeping in your crib? You betray me like this? I see how it is.”

He definitely finds it extremely entertaining to make them say random words like “shit” or “fuck” and 100% gets yelled at for it after they made a habit of screaming it around the house

IMAGINE their first birthday

You know Duncan spends way too much money on unnecessary things that a one-year old will never remember

A giant cake that they’re inevitably going to smash to pieces with their tiny fists

He buys so many expensive baby toys and it doesn’t even matter in the end because all the baby wants to play with is Duncan’s cell phone and try to chew on his watch

Given that babies and toddlers are a handful to say the least, the relationship between the two of you definitely changes

Not in a bad way, just different

There’s not a lot of time when it’s just the two of you, so you have to make accommodations

Quickies in the shower or cuddle sex 20 minutes before the alarm goes off in the morning

Most of the time, you’re both too exhausted to do anything so it’s a lot different from when it was just the two of you and you were constantly trying to jump each other’s bones whenever possible

Random, domestic things that the other does start to turn you on

Watching Duncan in the kitchen in his glasses and boxers on a weekend morning teaching your kid how to peel an orange

Duncan watching you frustratingly change tops for the third time because you kept leaking through the fabric

Daddy kink takes on a new meaning

You fall more in love with each other after going through the adjustments of parenthood together

When they start going to daycare, Duncan is pretty sad

His baby isn’t really a baby anymore

But he lightens up when he sees how much fun they have when he picks them up everyday

They’re so excited to show him their new friends and where they put their mat for naptime and the finger-painting they made of your family (they insist that’s what it is but it’s really just a bunch of giant blobs but Duncan refuses to acknowledge that and congratulates them on being such a talented artist and puts it on the fridge it as soon as he gets home

They also love getting into the routine of getting ready with Duncan in the morning

Duncan let’s them stand on the counter and brush their teeth beside him and they make faces at each other in the mirror

Once, they tried to go for the razor because they saw Duncan do it once and Duncan’s life flashed before his eyes

They always give him a big, fat kiss and a tight hug with their tiny arms around his neck right before they run off into their classroom

He is the dilf of the daycare and we all know it

Everyone already thought your kid was the cutest in the class, but loses their shit when they see how hot their dad is

Comes in handy when he finds out another kid was mean to his one day and pulled their hair or called them a mean name and has to bitch to the people in the office about it

They started crying as soon as they got in the car from being picked up and Duncan’s heart hurts so bad

They’re so tiny and young and there’s no reason for anyone to be mean to them

He lays with them in their toddler bed and rubs their tummy and pets their hair until they fall asleep

Tells them that sometimes people are mean for no reason and they’re not whatever name they were called and they should never do those things because that’s not how you treat people

He’s obviously still upset about it when he gets into bed with you later that night

He didn’t think his kid would be subjected to the cruel world at such a young age and he hates that he wasn’t there to protect them

“There’s only so much you can do. You did everything you could, and that’s what matters to them. That you love them, and that you’ll always be there for them to talk to.”

Duncan nods but it’s clear that he’s still beating himself up over it

“Donut, if you don’t stop moping I’m gonna have to show you how good of a dad you are by making you another one.”

“.....is that a promise?”

Ok I’m done now I think please send in more hc’s if you think of them dad!Duncan is my lifeline that’s it thanks

Some of you asked to be tagged and idk if you meant just in the sugar daddy fic or in everything so lmk what you meant lmao

@sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 ​ @langdons-rep ​ @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @venusxxlangdon

[wroteclassicaly]

Five (Ten) Friday Fic Picks

As another Friday rolls around, so do five more picks from some terrific authors! I'm adding an additional five this week, as I missed last week.

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Give Me Mercy No More by @lvngdvns (Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

An interesting shift in dynamics on the way Michael is with a love interest.

Come Play With Me by @coollangdon (Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

Pegging takes our sweet Anti-Christ down a few knotches.

Sir by @langdonwtf (Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader)

A little naughty play can go pretty rough ways.

Millions, Baby by @langdonsoceaneyes (Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader)

Something that's much needed for us all, much to Duncan's dismay.

Numb Like Novacane by @cocosfern (Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader)

Recovering, locked in Duncan's apartment. But the addictions are only fanned hotter.

Good For You by @langdvnshepherd (Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader)

Duncan Shepherd the sugar daddy, but so much more.

Draw Me Like One Of Your French Boys by @venusxxlangdon (Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

Michael is the perfect model for an artist.

Wet by @cryptid-coalition (Michael Langdon x Cordelia Foxx)

Domination. Watersports.

Useful by @langdonsrapture (Michael Langdon x Hawthorne!Boys)

The title says it all, don't you think?

Stress Relief by @ritualmichael (Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

Michael is ready to help you relax.

[taehyungsgrowl]

Okay so Christmas themed ask So maybe reader is really sad around the holidays (seasonal depression oof) and Duncan doesn’t know how to make her feel better except to just buy stuff because he’s been rich his whole life and Jim is like “she doesn’t need a new bag, she needs you to smother her is affection” and it’s angsty but cute oops I’m projecting again -🎹

MY HEART!! HELLO!!!!!

Duncan began to get frustrated with Y/N. He felt like nothing he did was enough for her. She only gave him a weak smile each time he gifts her something. 

Full of frustration, he hid away in his office, trying to think of what would make her happy. Each day passed and he began to notice how Y/N began to isolate herself from him. 

Y/N woke up in the middle of the night for a snack. All was quiet as Jim and Duncan continued to sleep peacefully in their bed. Or so she thought. 

Duncan felt her get out of bed and figured he could use this alone time from her to pick Jim’s brain on what to buy for her. 

“Jim, wake up.” he shook him, speaking in a hushed whisper. 

Jim groaned and turned on his tummy with the extra space on the bed now that Y/N had gotten up. 

“Jim.”

“What?” Jim grumbled half asleep.

“I don’t know what to buy for Y/N anymore. Nothing is making her happy. Maybe a new pair of Chanel earrings? What do you think?”

Jim mumbled out half of a response, still trying to hang on to his sleep.

“Jim! I’m serious. I’m losing my mind here. Since when did she become so.. picky.”

Jim’s eyes shot open and he turned to face Duncan with a frown evident on his features. “She doesn’t need anymore accessories, you dumbass. She needs you to love her. Hold her. The best gift you can give her is your time.” he shoved the pillow in between him and Duncan putting a physical barrier between them. 

Duncan felt his heart sink. 

Of course. 

He was so consumed by the materialistic that he never stopped to realize, Y/N (and Jim) both just needed some of his attention.

“I’m an idiot,” Duncan mumbled under his breath.

“Mhm,” Jim agreed, already drifting back to his slumber. 

The next morning, Duncan woke up before his lovers and cancelled all his meetings and plans. 

He made breakfast in bed for them, giving Jim a silent smile. He climbed in bed besides Y/N as she chewed on her waffle. Duncan wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. “Hey.” he voice was soft. It was the voice he reserved specifically when he was apologizing, “You know I love you, right?”

Y/N looked up at him, giving him the first real smile he’d seen in days. “Yeah, I do.” She leaned forward and gave him a peck on his cheek.

[taehyungsgrowl]

the mood is soft tonight ladies n gents. cramps are hitting me like a freight train and i don’t think i’ve ever wanted cuddles (from jimmy or duncan or... both??) more in my life 🤲

not to make this about the sugar babies au but...

i just know both jim and duncan would spoil y/n so much when she's on her period (more so than usual)

like if you even give them an inkling of being in pain they will drop whatever it is their doing to tend to your needs.

"what is it, baby?" duncan's eyes would scan you over trying to figure out the source of your pain.

"cramps," you grumbled, clutching at your abdomen.

"what can we do?" jim would be trailing behind duncan doing his best to seem helpful. his blue eyes intensely on your face with his furrowed brows.

"can you just... hold me? just for a little?"

"baby..." duncan would chuckle under his breath, shaking his head slightly. "of course... come here," he'd bring you over to bed and climb next to you, silently telling jim to get on the other side.

his large hand would snake into your shirt... warm palm pressed to your lower tummy where you felt all the pressure from the cramps. the relief you got from the warmth made you sigh and relax into jim side, almost going limp.

jims arm would be around your waist, holding you close... leaving sweet little kisses along you cheek and temple.

and they would with you like that until you're able to fall asleep in their arms 😔

[taehyungsgrowl]

Im having thoughts about Duncan and the sugar babies. Can we talk about them? I miss them. ~🌺

I MISS THEM W MY WHOLE HEART! my BABIES

ofc we can!

have we talked about what christmas would be like w them? i feel like we have but i’m a whore for domestic holiday stuff so 😗

(also does a picture of duncan in a santa hat w both his sugar babies on his lap exist? absolutely!)

(also unrelated but can we all discuss what kinda tree duncan has? a real one? a fake one? with snow? a white one? what about his ornaments?)

anyway:

duncan and his sugar babies baking holiday treats (ofc yn using any excuse she can to tease duncan 🥲 like having him taste the batter off her fingers - or better yet… having him suck her fingers clean while duncan watches 😌)

yn and jim getting spoiled (even more so than normal) by duncan for christmas 🥺 (also i feel like he would love for them to spend the holidays away from home. maybe in a nice cabin away from his responsibilities 😌)

[taehyungsgrowl]

Sugar daddy!duncan x male sugar baby where Duncan starts noticing his baby has been down lately and tries to cheer him up in the only way he knows how (buying sugar baby expensive things) only to find out his sweet boy was just touch starved and needed cuddles and praise🥰🥰 missed reading your stuff btw. Shy hawthorne Mikey never gets old, mans takes up every inch of my mind rent free 💳💥💥💳💥

aww you’re so sweet 🥲🥺 thank you for reading! shy!hawthorne!michael has the softest spot in my heart! i know it’s been so long - especially since i’ve talked about sugar!daddy!duncan:

this is so 🥺

he keeps buying him lots and lots of gifts and sugar baby is still 😕

maybe he’s sitting around and dunc joins him and wants to get him to smile to… he resorts to t*ckles 😳 just casually runs his fingers over his sides making sugar baby crack a smile and burst into giggles

“first time ive seen you smile all week,” duncan would kiss his lips in between laughter, “what can i do?” he’d hold his sugar baby’s stare for a minute trying to read his mind… he’s normally so good at spoiling him… wants to know what he could do..

“could… you just… hold me?” and sugar baby finds himself getting hot in the face and immediately goes to hide it in the crook of duncan’s face - trying to hide his embarrassment for being so touch starved…

“oh baby…” duncan coos, pulling him onto his lap, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he’d pepper little kisses all over his neck… along his cheeks.. running his fingers through his hair… touchy duncan.. just touching him everywhere he could 😌

[taehyungsgrowl]

hello and super sorry for being ANNOYING

but i cant find the post i made saying to like or reblog / let me know if you wanted to be tagged in the sugar babies

and im posting it tonight (for real this time fkjvdfgv) (im sorry for being the worst sfghdk) 

so if you see this and would like to be tagged lmk!!

ill try to go off memory for who asked to be tagged in it originally, but as we established i had Bad(tm) memory so 

anyway im sorry and ily all

[taehyungsgrowl]

You may have already addressed this, but how are Duncan and the sugar babies handling this quarantine? I do be missing them!

Ah! this is an older ask but you know? i miss them too

I think at first Y/N and Jim were over the moon to have Duncan working from home 👀

Figured it would be nice to spoil and be spoiled 24/7 

The first morning Duncan wakes up in quarantine, his babies bring him breakfast in bed, giving him lots and lots of kisses. 

Duncan was sure he could get used to working from home! 

I do think that at some point, especially deep into quarantine, it could get a little too.... distracting for him. 

Jim and Y/N teasing him while he’s on zoom calls... 

Jim and Y/N not letting him concentrate on his work.

He ends up having to lock the door to his office so he can get some work done, but 🥺

maybe sugar baby Jim gets a little 🥺

thinking Duncan’s mad at him 🥺

Y/N having to comfort him 🥺

[taehyungsgrowl]

What about Duncan coming home to you riding Jim and he gets all mad and punishes you 🙊😳

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST 

We’re kind combining a few prompts because we’ve been talking about bringing some angst to the sugar babies so. 

Also you emo hoes really wanted some angst, I think it was the most requested prompt for the sugar babies. 

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Jim was laid out on the massive bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. He seemed almost bored as he blinked his eyes slowly. 

Y/N know she was bored. She couldn’t find anything to keep her focus or attention all day. And she missed Duncan terribly. 

Jim and Y/N had spent the long weekend with their sugar daddy, but now that he had to go back to work, well, she was having withdrawals. It also didn’t help that Duncan had to rush out of the house that morning even though she had expressed just how needy she felt that morning. 

She plopped herself down on the bed, laying on her tummy besides him. Jim didn’t take his eyes off the silly video he watched on his phone; just continued to double tap and scroll. 

She rolled her eyes at him. It was one thing for Duncan to ignore her, but Jimmy too? 

“Jim,” she whined, poking his side, “I’m bored.” 

“Same,” he set his phone down, and putting his hands behind his head, propping himself up. 

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” she interrupted him, placing her hand on his crotch.

Jim couldn’t hide the smirk to form on his face. He noticed just how pouty Y/N had gotten when Duncan left in a hurry and he saw just for frustrated she seemed all day. 

“Ah,” he raises his brows, eyes wandering down to her hand on the print of his cock. “Well,” he thinks it through, “I’m sure we can think of something to kill this boredom..” he removes her hand from his crotch and pulls her on top of him. 

“Mhmm,” she agrees, shifting on his lap, building the friction between them. “And what did you have in mind, Jim,” she slid her hand on the inside of his shirt, feeling his warm skin on her fingertips. 

Simultaneously, Jim’s fingers are at her pants, tugging and pulling them down, “I think you know, kitten.”  Y/N lifted herself up enough to help Jim ease off her pants along with kicking his own off. 

Once he finally freed them both from the discomfort of their pants, she sat back down on his lap. Her folds rubbed slowly against his veiny length; Her eyes fluttered shut as she imagined the sweet release she had been craving all day. Y/N was so wet, she easily glided back and forth on his cock that was neatly sandwiched between his stomach and her pussy. 

“Y/N..” he moaned quietly, “C’mon. Haven’t you teased yourself enough?” he grabbed her hips guiding her. 

“Hm,” she mused, “And here I thought I was the needy one,” she giggled. 

“Oh, you still definitely are.” he chuckled as he took his cock and teased her entrance. 

“Jim..” it was her turn to whine again. 

“See,” he smirked. 

With that, he aligned himself at her entrance and she carefully sank down on him, engulfing his full length in between her legs. 

They both breathed out a sigh of relief was her warm cunt hugged his throbbing cock; sliding down on in until his base was pressed against her. 

She ground her hips into his repeatedly, relishing the sensation of him stretching her out. 

**

Duncan let out a frustrated sigh as he entered the apartment. He was so fed up with the idiots under his management. He had returned to work for one full day and they already made him feel like he aged five years. 

“Jim.. Y/N..” he called out. He knew they were home, both of their cars were neatly parked in the parking lot. Duncan kicked off his shoes and followed the faint sounds of heavy breathing that came from his room. 

“Jim..” Y/N echoed, followed by Jim’s low grunts. 

“Fuck, princess..” Jim slapped her as she came down on his cock, “Feels so-”

Duncan felt like he was punched in the gut. All he wanted was to come home and enjoy Y/N and Jim’s presence -- only to find them enjoying each other without him. He hated to admit the slow burning ache he felt. 

Thinking back to all the times he’s walked in on them laughing at their inside jokes made when he’s away. All the hidden secrets they know of each other from a life before Duncan. 

Suddenly all those feeling began to pour in. 

He knew it wasn’t like that. He knew it. 

But with the weight of everything on his shoulders - from his mom, his job, the future of the country - this seemed like the easiest thing to take it out on. 

He was wrong for it, but he could’t stop the hurt and discouragement he felt. 

How despite having two people who loved him immensely - he still felt alone. 

“Feels so good?” Duncan spoke in a low voice, making them both stop abruptly. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Daddy,” Y/N whined, clearly not reading the energy in the room. Duncan was fuming. Jim lifted himself up a bit, catching on to Duncan’s anger. 

Normally, if Duncan walked in on something like this, he’d scold them and punish them. In a fun way. The kind of punishment they enjoyed. He’d walk over to them, kiss them, tell them how naughty they were, and then join them. 

But he wasn’t in the fucking mood. 

So his sugar babies who he spoils the hell out don’t need him to have fun - then what the hell was the point. All three of them had made it clear from the beginning that everything would be communicated and it would mutual. 

If Jim and Y/N had each other - who did Duncan have?

“Don’t.” he shook his head at her, beginning to loosen his tie. “Well,” he continued with the buttons on his cuffs, “Are you at least going to have the courtesy to get out of my bed while you fuck? Or do I have to watch this poor attempt at attention?”

“Duncan what’s wrong?” she asked as both her and Jim began to separate, clumsily looking for their clothes. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” he responded curtly. 

Jim and Y/N shared a look too afraid to take a step towards him. Not because they were afraid he’d actually hurt them, but they didn’t want to upset him any further. 

Duncan knew he was overreacting. He knew it. He was just too upset to be rational about it. 

“Listen.” he finally let out a breath when he saw they didn’t even make an attempt to say something. “No one’s fucking forcing you to be with me okay? You’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last, escorts I hire.” 

Jealousy was clouding Duncan’s mind. He wasn’t jealous of Jim because he was fucking Y/N. And he wasn’t jealous that Y/N was fucking Jim. 

He felt as though they didn’t actually need him. And it hurt him more than anything - because even if he couldn’t admit now, Duncan needed them. 

“Hire? Duncan what the fuck?” Jim finally spoke up. His voice quivered slightly. “You don’t mean that. You know it’s not like that.” 

“Do I?” he snapped back. “Because it looks to me like you don’t fucking need me. You had each other before me. You’ll have each other after me. What’s the fucking point? To give you money for a pity fuck?”

“You know it’s not about your money.” Jim tried to keep his ever calm composure. Y/N who was known to be quite the firecracker of the trio, strangely kept quiet, hurdled a few steps behind Jim. Jim took a weak step forward, not wanting to rock the boat. “I love you. We love you,” he looked back at Y/N who simply nodded her head. 

“Right.” Duncan nodded his head. “I’m staying in the guest room tonight.” he picked up some sweats from his nightstand. “You two have fun.”

Y/N looked over at Jim who just stared at the door as Duncan walked away. They knew when he was upset it was best to give him his room to breathe.

“He.. he doesn’t love us?” she spoke quietly, stunned by how the night had developed. 

“He’s just got a lot on his plate right now.” Jim justified for Duncan. “He loves us.” he repeated to himself to make it real. 

“Do you think maybe we can, you know, make it up to him,” Y/N suggested with heavy implication behind her words. 

“A blow job isn’t gonna fucking fix, it Y/N.” he quipped. 

“Don’t yell at me too.” her lip shook. “This is my fault, isn’t it?” 

All she wanted was for the three of them to be together and to be happy. 

“It’s not.” he reached for her hand and made her sit besides him, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “He’ll be okay. Let him rest. We can talk about it tomorrow.” 

“What if he meant it, Jim?”

“We have a lot to talk about.” Jim pulled her in closer and kissed the top of her head. 

***

Duncan climbed into the rarely used queen sized bed in his extra room. The foreign feel of being in a bed that wasn’t his (and one without Jim and Y/N) did send a slight wash of comfort. 

He pulled his covers up to his chin and curled in on himself, not allowing a single sound to come out of his sadness as he held himself to sleep. 

The next morning he woke with a pounding headache at his temples. The stress from the night before feeling lighter. Reaching for his phone, he sent out his secretary to cancel all meetings as he would be staying home. 

Guilt settled in his lower stomach remembering the cold words he told his loves. He didn’t mean - and he hopes with everything in him that they know that. 

Duncan took his time before leaving the safe confines of his guest room. He lingered in the shower, wising the hot steam would cleanse him of the remorseful feeling he felt. 

He knew he shouldn’t have taken out his anger and frustration on them. It was a shit thing to do and it was eating away at him. The hurt look in Y/N’s eyes bored into his brain. 

They were so much more than cheap whores. They were his family. His loves. 

Duncan heard their distinct voices in the kitchen along with the sounds of soft music playing. After getting ready, he walked out of the room and quietly padded to the kitchen. 

Y/N looked up from the bowl of fruit she was making when she felt Duncan standing in the doorway. His honey colored locks were darkened by the water making them appear darker. 

“Hey..” his voice was just above a whisper, his right hand rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry,” both Y/N and Duncan spoke at the same time. He walked towards her and Jim. 

“Last night was inexcusable. I was hurt and frustrated but I shouldn’t have let that out on you. It was uncalled for.” his eyes danced between his baby and his princess. 

“We know you didn’t mean it Duncan.” Jim placed an arm around Duncan’s waist, leaning in to kiss his cheek. 

Relief. 

He knew they would understand (not that it excused his behavior - but they knew how much he actually cared.)

“Sit down, Duncan.” Y/N offered him a small smile. “We have to talk.”

She and Jim both noticed the flash of worry that crossed his eyes. “I’m okay..” he spoke cautiously. “What’s wrong?” he sensed the need they had to tell him something and it made his stomach churn. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” Jim almost echoed Duncan’s words from the night before. 

Duncan pulled out a bar stool from the kitchen bar and took a seat. “Alright then. What is it?”

“We want to end the arrangement.”

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Okay babey i gotta ask u on how do you think the sugar babies x duncan celebrated new years, did they stayed home and just chilled after duncan came tired from work or jim and yn dragged dunc out to have fun and had and eventful night? Drunk anon

OH!! HELLO!

here’s a short blurb on the sugar babies bc i miss them. 

a lil bit of angst! 

(part 2 of the other sugar babies angst is still being worked on!)

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I always love when Y/N and Jim drag Duncan out for a night on the town! 

But maybe this time, it was Duncan taking them out. Maybe Duncan takes them out to a cocktail party to celebrate the new year. 

Y/N was excited as ever! Trying on dress after dress that Duncan had purchased for her. Shimmery, shiny, sequined, velvet, silk - all at her disposal. 

Jim was fumbling with his bow tie, trying to make sure it looked perfect. Being around Duncan’s elite friends always made Jim a little insecure. He couldn’t help but feel like he needed to prove himself. 

Y/N looked at Jim from her vanity mirror. “You look fine, Jim.” she said, almost reading the worry in his thoughts. He sighed, tossing the tie on the ground.

“Fine,” Jim huffed rolling his eyes, bending down to pick up what he threw. “You look incredible!” He stood behind her and dragged his hand up the slit on the thigh of her dress, admiring how beautiful she looked. “You’ll have every pair of eyes on you.” Jim stepped back, trying to tie his tie again, “And Duncan.” he sighed again, already with an image on mind of Duncan in his all black attire. Sleek. Classic. Timeless. “Well, you know Duncan.” 

“I just want to look good for you two. Like, I belong.” he spoke quietly. 

“Wow,” Duncan breathed out as he stepped into the room. He never knew how he got so lucky. 

His hair was still dripping from his shower. As soon as he stepped into the room, his fresh scent filled their senses. Y/N and Jim both looked at one another before turning their eyes back to Duncan (in his dark gray towel that hung low on his hips.)

Jim always liked the way Duncan looked after a hot shower; he swore the heat from the water turned Duncan’s lips a shade pinker. It made him want to bite them. 

“You two look,” he shook his head, “amazing.” 

Y/N flashed Jim an “I told you so,” smile that only made sweet Jim’s cheeks turn pink. 

“Come here,” Duncan called out to Jim. Duncan looked into Jim’s eyes and proceeded to make a perfect bow for him. 

“You okay?” he searched Jim’s face trying to figure out what had him so worried. 

“Yup.” Jim gave him a weak smile, “Thank you!”

**

Y/N drowned down glass after glass of bubbly champagne. Jim stood on the other side of Duncan as he conversed with politicians and business moguls. 

“James, right?” one of Duncan’s colleagues turned his attention to Jim, “What is it that you do again?” 

Jim felt his face pale. Admitting to being Duncan’s sugar baby didn’t feel like the right response. But really? What did Jim bring to the table with the men he stood with. 

“It’s Jim.” Duncan answered, his jaw set in a clench. “I’ve heard the stocks in your company have sky rocketed.” Duncan was quick to change the subject and attention away from Jim. The business man let out a throaty laughter and continued to banter back and forth with Duncan; Jim’s existence forgotten. 

Y/N, as tipsy as she was, noticed Jim’s eyes glaze over. She looked up at Duncan and his friends, “Jim and I are gonna get another drink.” she took Jim’s arm and lead him into an empty hallway. 

They slide down the wall and sit down with their legs criss crossed like a couple of kids. “What’s wrong, Jimmy?” she rests her head on his shoulder. 

“Look at where we are, Y/N.” he sighed. “I just feel like I don’t belong in this world.” His blue eyes met hers, his hand searching for hers. She had always been his rock. “A college student - sorry - college drop out, who’s a ‘professional’ escort, shouldn’t be here.”

“Jim. You know it’s not like that - not with Dunc.” she argued back. 

“Maybe not with Duncan. But you don’t think he’s ashamed of us? Of me?” he dropped his head, his bottom lip quivering. “You saw how he changed the subject as soon as his friend asked about me.”

“He loves you, Jim.” 

**

Duncan’s eyes searched the room. He couldn’t spot them anywhere. The party continued in fake laughter with even falser friendships. 

“If you’ll excuse me,” Duncan politely excused himself to look for Jim and Y/N. They had been gone for quite a while now and they were no where near the bar. 

As soon as he walked out he saw them both on the floor, leaning against each other, and sprinted towards them, “You okay? Are you hurt?” worry coating his tone. 

Y/N stood up and gave Jim’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I think you two need to talk.” she began walking back towards the ballroom. 

“I’m sorry.” Jim began. He kept his eyes on the ground, refusing to look at Duncan. 

“I’m confused,” Duncan sunk down on the ground besides him. “What are you sorry for, baby?” 

Jim looked into Duncan’s eyes, his heart beating fast. He loved him so much. He just wanted to be enough for him. 

“For not being enough. I’m not..” he sighed, “I’m not like your friends. I haven’t finished school, I don’t have a career, I’m sure as hell not as smart or -”

“Jim.” Duncan interrupted him, his voice was low and steady despite the outrage he held inside. “We - you, don’t have anything to prove to them. Or to me. I love you.”

“I just don’t want you to feel embarrassed by me. By us.” 

Duncan pulled him closer. He held Jim close and pressed a firm kiss to the top of his brown locks. “I couldn’t give a single fuck about what people thought about me or us.” 

Jim can hear the truth behind Duncan’s words. He closed his eyes and inhaled the deep aroma of his cologne. “I love you and Y/N and will never be ashamed to admit that. Arrangement or not.” Duncan rubbed his back in soothing circles. 

“Okay,” Jim relaxed his shoulders before turning his head up to kiss Duncan’s jaw, “I love you too.”

“I’m serious Jim.” Duncan continued. “You bring so much joy to me and to Y/N. I can’t imagine my life without you. And you know I’ll support you in whatever you want to do.” he squeezed his shoulder, “You’re under no obligation to do anything. I love taking care of and spoiling you.” Duncan smiled. “But if you wanted to do anything - I support you.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Jim smiled.

“Nonsense.” Duncan chuckled. 

Y/N decided enough time had passed and went out to check on her boys. She grabbed a bottle of champagne and a few flutes before heading back out. 

They were still on the floor holding each other when she approached them. Jim’s disheveled hair and loosened tie warmed her heart as Duncan held him. 

“Are we good?” she sat down across from them. But she could see from the way the tension had left Jim’s eyes that he was feeling better. Everyone needed to be babied every once in a while - and there was no one better at it than Duncan. 

“We’re good.” both men said in unison.

“Good,” she chuckled, “It’s almost midnight!” she handed them each a freshly poured glass of bubbly. 

They heard the roaring cheer coming from the ballroom, signifying the beginning of the new year. The clinked their glasses together and shared new year kisses. 

There was no better way that Duncan could imagine beginning yet another year. As long as he was with his Jim and Y/N - nothing else mattered. As he took a sip of his champagne, he silently made the resolution to spend the rest of his life by their side.