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langdvnshepherd · 6 years ago

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Good For You (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

Summary: You’re a broke ass college student whose one night stand with the infamous Duncan Shepherd leads to the development of a rather interesting relationship between the two of you. OR This is literally just the birth of sugar daddy!Duncan.

PART TWO ~ PART THREE

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: (pre??) sugar daddy!Duncan, fem! reader, plot heavy (sorry y’all I got carried away agAIN), mentions of alcohol, smut, fingering, daddy kink, choking, das it i think

A/N: Alright girls and gays someone asked for sugar daddy!Duncan and this probably isn’t exactly what they meant, but it’s what my two remaining brain cells could come up with. Also, this is the first time I’ve ever written smut so pls disregard and ignore if its bad lol. Honestly I’m not half mad at how it turned out plot wise, but that’s just meeee. I was going to split this in half, but I couldn’t find a good place to stop so I just left it as one. As always please lmk your thoughts I thrive off of feedback!

School had been kicking your ass lately, which is how you’d wound up planted in a leather bar stool in the lounge of an upscale hotel. The hotel was always swarming with D.C.’s elite, one of which was bound to buy you a few drinks before inviting you up to their room before fucking you senseless. Hitting up the hotel for a quick fuck wasn’t something you did very often, only when you were particularly in need of some stress-relief. Sure, you could have went to the grimy pub down the block from your shitty apartment, but men your age never tickled your fancy. Plus, finessing rich, middle-aged white men out of their money was pretty entertaining. Today was definitely one of those days where you needed release, so you shimmied into your most expensive dress that you kept in the back of your closet and made your way downtown to the hotel.

You scanned the room occasionally, hoping to find someone that would be worth your time. No one had caught your eye all night, which had you contemplating on throwing in the towel and jumping on the next train home. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. By this time, you were usually way past tipsy on another man’s dime while a mildly attractive, salt-and-pepper haired lobbyist would creep his hand up your thigh. All of the men in the lounge tonight were either preoccupied with kissing their dinner guest’s asses or far too old for your already mature taste.

Just as were about to ask the bartender to close your tab, he slid you another martini. Before you could even open your mouth to tell him you hadn’t ordered another drink, he signaled to the group of men with a tilt of his head. They were all in suits and from what you overheard from your seat, were loudly and disruptively chattering about some congressman’s most recent sex scandal. The one in question was already staring you down. He had honey brown hair that curled at the ends, delicious looking stubble, and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. He was noticeably younger than the men you usually encountered at the hotel, but his good looks and dominating demeanor made up for what his age lacked.

Bingo.

You locked eyes with him for a moment before taking the glass in your hand and raising it to him. A smirk lingered on your lips as you held his gaze and took a sip from your glass. He watched you with a pleased yet strained expression, like he was holding back from throwing you on the counter top and taking you right there. Good. The man quickly tossed back the rest of the dark liquid in his glass before patting one of his buddies on the shoulder, presumably signaling his departure from the group. Making his way over to you, he called for the bartender to whip him up another drink. You shifted in your seat as he took the open space beside you as an invitation for his introduction.

“You mind telling me how a beautiful woman such as yourself ends up at a hotel bar all alone on a Friday night?” He posed as he took the first swig from his new glass of whiskey. A cocky smile was painted on his face as he spoke.

Deciding to test him, you retorted, “What makes you think something went wrong? What if I just really happen to enjoy hotel sushi and being suffocated by the testosterone of middle-aged republicans?” He snorted into his drink at your comment before responding.

“For starters, I’d say you’re a liar. I’ve had the sushi before. It fucking sucks.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him whilst trying to suppress your laughter. At least he has a sense of humor.

“What’s your name?” He asked as he sat his glass on the bar top and began tracing the rim with his finger.

“Y/N. And you are?”

“Duncan. Duncan Shepherd.” He proudly stated with a shit eating grin.

“Well, Mr. Shepherd,” he shifted somewhat awkwardly in his seat at your use of his name. Maybe he didn’t like being called that? Or maybe he liked it a little too much. “What brings you here on a Friday night?”

“The foundation that I’m in charge of held a conference in one of the ballrooms to discuss the app I’m developing.” You could tell he was proud of that one. As if you were supposed to know what the fuck that meant in any kind of capacity. “What do you do, Miss Y/N?”

You hesitated before you answered. Not knowing whether or not to make up an elaborate story like you always did, you opted to mostly tell him the truth. You told him you were in school, and only hit up the bar every once in a while. Leaving out small details like the part about you only coming here to get dicked down by some grown man that was born with a trust fund. As you two conversed, you found yourself getting lost in the blue of his eyes, and the way his lips moved as he spoke. There was something about him that was encapsulating. The conversation flowed from one topic to another, and the two of you had breezed through numerous rounds of drinks before realizing most of the patrons had cleared out for the night and left the lounge nearly empty.

Duncan chewed on his bottom lip as he sized you up for the millionth time that night and leaned over his seat to position his large hand over the part of your thigh that was exposed from where your dress had ridden up.

Like fucking clockwork. It was almost comical the way every man you’d met at this hotel seemed to take the same course of action when pursuing you.

“You want to continue this conversation up in my room?” He seductively muttered into your ear as you felt his breath tickling your neck. Just as you’d expected. You knew exactly what was happening next.

“Lead the way,” you replied as you slid your cell phone into your purse and shook the numbness from your legs. You really had been sitting there with him for quite some time. Let’s get this show on the fucking road.

Guess the night wasn’t going to turn out so boring after all.

As soon as the door to Duncan’s hotel room clicked shut, he had you pinned against the wall with a firm grip on your hips. You let out a shaky sigh as you suppressed a moan. The elevator ride up to his room had been hell. You could have cut the sexual tension in the air with a butter knife, and the old lady you had to share the elevator with did nothing to help the situation. You’d been pressing your thighs together since before you’d even left the bar with Duncan, aimlessly trying to ignore the wetness pooling in your panties. When the elevator doors slid open and the woman walked out in front of you two, you were practically stepping on the backs of Duncan’s heels as he led you to his room.

Duncan’s lips immediately collided with yours. He tasted like whiskey and the scent of his cologne was like something you knew you were too poor to even pronounce. Teeth clashing, noses rubbing against each other, tongues fighting for dominance as you both finally let yourselves go. It seemed like he was just as desperate for some action as you were, which only added to how fucking attractive he was. He gave your bottom lip a tug between his teeth before he latched his lips on to your neck. Your hands found purchase in his curls as he left hot, wet kisses from your jawline all the way down to the bottom of your collarbones.

Just as Duncan hit that sweet spot behind your ear with his tongue, your hips jutted forwards into him to gain some kind, any kind, of friction. As you moved, you felt the growing bulge in the front of his pants graze your core. He let out a deep, guttural moan and decided he was done taking his time. Before you could blink, he removed the vice grip he had on your hip bones and snaked his arms around your backside to grab a firm handful of your ass while simultaneously pushing the hem your dress up, exposing your panties to the cool air of the hotel room. You wrapped a leg around his waist, once again grinding against him as you reattached your lips to his. He was trying so hard to keep his cool, to not let you know that you were driving him fucking crazy. In his attempts, he slightly pushed you back against the wall and lifted your dress the rest of the way up over your head. Not caring where it landed, he tossed it behind him and prepared himself to fuck you into the mattress.

“Jump.” Duncan mumbled against your lips. Bracing yourself, you pushed off the floor with the ball of your foot that wasn’t wrapped around his waist and he caught you by placing both of his hands on the undersides of your thighs. Duncan carefully made his way over to the bed whilst making sure he never broke the kiss. Lowering you down to just above the comforter, he loosened his grip on your thighs and let you fall the rest of the way down as he climbed on top of you.

Taking in the scene of you underneath him, Duncan nearly came on the spot. Your hair splayed around in a halo on the pillow, lips swollen and glossy with his spit, eyes glazed over, purple bruises already forming in a line down your neck where had marked you with his teeth and tongue. He still didn’t have a clue why you were actually in the lounge earlier, your story seemed to have a couple holes in it but he didn’t care anymore. You looked like a fucking goddess and you were at his mercy.

Slowly, his hand trailed down to your underwear and cupped your clothed cunt. He rubbed small circles over the wet spot that had soaked through with the ends of his fingers. “God,” Duncan quietly sighed to himself as he felt the dampness of your panties. All you could do was grind down on his palm and let out small breathy moans. He had barely touched you, and you were already a mess. He took one arm and hooked it around your waist so he could lift your hips from the bed and remove your underwear. Tossing them away from the bed to join your dress on the floor, he used his free hand to unclasp your bra. After making sure to give each of your bare breasts a few hard kneads with his palm, he then parted your thighs and was able to see just how wet you really were. It was kind of embarrassing.

“You’re so fucking wet. Look at you. Soaking through your panties. And it’s all for me, yeah?” he asked. You swallowed hard at his words and simply nodded your head. It was becoming almost unbearable how badly you needed him inside of you. Finally, he brought his hand back to your core and ran his fingers through your folds, swirling your arousal around your pussy. Your eyes immediately rolled back into your head and you let out a low moan as he sunk his middle finger inside of you until he reached his knuckle. Fucking finally. He pumped his one finger in and out of you slowly at first, his other fingers softly brushed against your clit each time he filled you. After making sure you were absolutely dripping for him, he seamlessly added his ring finger into your cunt without straying from his initial rhythm. Your arm instinctively went to grip Duncan’s bicep at the feeling of being twice as full. He began to mercilessly scissor his fingers inside of you, with his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. You were surprised how quickly you were coming undone from this random man’s touch, but it wasn’t that surprising once you considered how turned on you’d been ever since you laid eyes on him. When Duncan started to curl his two fingers upwards into your cunt, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Duncan, I think I’m gonna c-”

With that, he immediately withdrew his fingers from inside of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He took the opportunity of having free hands to finally begin undressing, all the while still kissing your swollen lips.

Growing tired of waiting, you figured you’d help him get out of his clothes. Once you tugged his under-shirt off over his arms, you reached for his belt buckle. His hands shot down to swat your hands away from their position, making it clear that he was the one in charge. You retracted your hands from his waist and laid them patiently at your side. When he removed his pants and slid off his boxers, his rock hard cock sprang from its restraints and was already leaking with precum. You couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful man before you that you absolutely knew for certain was going to have you screaming in a matter of minutes.

“See something you like?” Duncan asked as he began taking back his place of hovering over your naked body. Such a fucking smart ass. You huffed out a sigh, watching him with hazy eyes, waiting for him to do something. Anything. As he made his way back up to meet your face, he took both of your hands into his large one and pinned them above your head. Looking you up and down once more, truly savoring the sight of you powerless and naked beneath him, he trailed his free hand down the valley of your breasts before reaching down to stroke his cock. Thank fucking god. The teasing was over.

His expression softened momentarily, silently asking for the go-ahead from you. You responded with a quick nod, biting down hard on your bottom lip. He took his cock and agonizingly ran it through your slick folds before slowly inserting the tip into your cunt. As he inched his way inside of you, your mouth hung open in a small ‘o’ shape as your shallow breaths left your chest heaving and breasts bouncing softly.

When he had filled you to the hilt, he drew himself almost completely out before slamming back into you. The moan that came from deep within your chest was the most pornographic sound you had ever heard. Not being able to grasp at anything with your wrists pinned above your head, you were writhing underneath him as he set his pace. Soon enough, the room was filled with the sounds of your sweaty bodies snapping into each other and the huffs and grunts coming from both of you. After a particularly hard thrust that hit your g-spot, you let out a strangled, “Holy shit.”

“You like that?” Duncan seemed to move faster at your words. All you could muster up in response was a short nod of your head. “I’m sorry, what was that? I asked you a question.”

Closing your eyes and swallowing hard, you let out the shakiest, “Yes,” of your life. You certainly weren’t in the position to be speaking given the fact that Duncan was pile-driving his dick into your pussy without remorse.

“Yes, what?” Oh. That’s what he wanted. It wasn’t surprising. Most of the big wigs you’d fucked in this very hotel were into the same kind of dirty talk, guess he wasn’t any different.

“Yes, daddy.” You responded as seductively as you could, placing extra emphasis on the word you knew he was yearning to hear.

Your words successfully triggered something within Duncan, because he abruptly grabbed the back your thigh and pressed it forwards into your shoulder so he could fuck you harder and deeper. His actions quickly flooded your stomach with a warm pooling sensation, and you felt the coil inside of you being pushed to its limit. “Fuck, I’m close.” you told him. He took it upon himself to speed up the process, dropping his head down to take one of your breasts into his mouth and running his tongue over your nipple. Your legs began to shake and your body was arching backwards so intensely that you thought your shoulders might pop out of place from where they were locked above your head by Duncan’s grip. Duncan himself began to falter as his head moved from your breast back into the crook of your neck, unable to pay attention to anything other than the way your cunt pulsed around his cock. You could feel his heavy breaths tickling the dip of your collarbones. He wasn’t going to last much longer either.

“Let go of my arms,” you demanded, needing to be as close to him as you possibly could before you came undone. Based on how Duncan’s face shifted from one of absolute pleasure to something that resembled annoyance, you could tell he really didn’t want to. But he did it anyway, still keeping his ruthless pace of rocking into you. You immediately wrapped your arms around his chest and pulled him closer until he laid flush against you, raking your nails down his back. Duncan seemed to be caught off guard by your actions as he let out another deep groan.

“Are you gonna cum inside me, daddy?” you egged him on as he placed one of his hands at the base of your throat to use as leverage while he moved even closer towards his release. You wrapped your hand around his and squeezed, forcing him to apply more pressure to your throat. Duncan’s eyes turned almost black at the sight of you blissed out from being choked by him.

“Is that what you want? You want daddy to cum inside of you?” This time, you really couldn’t answer him with words. A nod of your head was going to have to be enough for him. The feeling of Duncan’s fingers closing in on your throat and his cock felt like it was damn near hitting your cervix was overbearing.

It only took Duncan rubbing a few small circles against your clit for you to come crashing down around his cock. You let out something like a mix between a moan and a scream as your orgasm ripped through you. Duncan came immediately after you, the way your cunt convulsed around his cock sent him directly over the edge. You felt his cum paint your walls and seep out onto the inside of your thighs and drip down onto the comforter.

Duncan softened and removed himself from inside of you a he collapsed on the empty space next to you. You both stared at the ceiling as you caught your breath and regained your composure. It must have been some sight: both of you covered in beads of sweat, hair wet and matted against your forehead, limbs still shaking. Glancing over to look at the clock on the nightstand you realized how late it was.

“Ah fuck. I’ve gotta go,” you said to yourself as you jumped out of bed and began feeling around the floor for your clothes.

“Geez. Was it that bad?” he attempted to joke with you, not knowing what you were really talking about. He scratched at the back of his neck as he watched you redress.

You let you a brief chuckle before answering him. “It’s not that. The last train for the night comes in 20 minutes. I’ve got to get to the station in time or else I won’t be able to make it home.”

“Uhh, why are you taking the train?” he asked almost in disgust. You’d forgotten that the boy had probably never been inside of a public transportation station in his life given how much he bragged about his successful family business the whole night at the bar.

“I pay for my tuition out-of-pocket and work at an over-priced coffee shop part time. Do you really think I can afford a $50 cab ride home when I have to eat instant ramen 4 times a week out of necessity?” You didn’t even mean to say it, but you did. It came out pretty condescending and you felt pretty bad considering this man had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life. Duncan didn’t say anything in response, just looked at you with a somewhat sympathetic look in his eyes.

As you pulled your dress back down over your thighs and slipped your feet back into your heels, you turned to face him for the last time and say your goodbyes. Leaving was always awkward, you never really knew what to say. Thanks for the dick? See ya later? Yeah, no thanks. You both stared at each other for a brief moment before you broke the silence. “Well, I’m gonna go.” You began to slowly creep towards the door.

Duncan took in your body one last time before pressing his lips into a straight line and nodding. “Have fun catching the train. Be safe.”

You decided he deserved a proper send off, so you smiled kindly at him before responding, “Yeah, I will. Good night, Duncan.” Turning on your heels, you walked out of his room and towards the elevator.

Mission accomplished.

A few weeks later, you were attending a university social with your fellow classmates. You weren’t really sure what the point of it was, to be honest. You heard that it was open bar, so you figured you could sit through however many boring sponsorship speeches if it meant you could get plastered for free while doing so. It took place at none other than the glorious hotel in which you had spent many restless evenings. You laughed to yourself as you walked through the revolving doors and into the lobby. If your classmates only knew how well-acquainted you really were with this place.

You leaned against one of the table tops in the ballroom as you mindlessly chatted with your best friend and roommate about how boring the night was going to be, joking that it was going to take about 4 more drinks before you were ready to listen to old people drag on about how important higher education is for an entire evening. Just as you looked up to inspect the crowd, your eyes caught a pair of familiar icy blue ones. Propped against a table identical to yours, only on the opposite side of the room was Duncan fucking Shepherd. The same cocky grin appeared on his lips when he pinpointed the exact moment you realized who he was. Damn, he looked good.

“Oh fuck.” you loudly whispered before craning your neck down to get him out of your line of vision. What the fuck was he even doing here anyway?

“What?” asked your friend. Should you tell her? Or would she go off and run her big mouth if she knew? She’s practically your best friend, so you might as well let her in on it.

“That guy...across from us at the table...in the turtleneck and jacket. I fucked him a couple weeks ago.” Not even bothering to be secretive about it, she whipped her head around to see Duncan for herself.

“Well shit, he’s pretty hot. Do we have class with him or something?”

“No, I just met him when I was out one night.” She knew of your taste for rich, mature men, so she put the pieces together quickly; only slightly confused by the fact that he wasn’t as old as your usual hookups.

“Well, I hope it was good because he’s coming this way.” She gave you a pat on the back as she took his approach as her cue to leave you alone with him. Duncan didn’t face you as he spoke, he replicated your position of facing the crowd to keep his facial expressions hidden from you.

“Y/N.” he greeted you as he placed his glass down on the table beside you.

“Duncan,” you mimicked whilst also looking ahead of you, “What are you doing here?” You really wished he’d just go away. You didn’t want to have to deal with this awkward encounter.

“Don’t you pay attention in class? The Shepherd Foundation is one of the top sponsors of your university. My mother is speaking here on our behalf tonight.”

“Nice,” you huffed uncomfortably. Of-fucking-course they were. You had never casually ran into one of your one night stands before, so you were at a loss for words. Not to mention you had recently decided Duncan was officially the most attractive man you’d been with, so being in his presence again was sending sparks straight to your core.

“Have you eaten yet?” he started.

You chuckled once before answering. “What are you? My dad?” There you go again, talking out of your ass. You couldn’t see them, but his eyes darkened a shade as the words left your mouth.

“Well, based on what I can recall from the other night, you didn’t seem to mind the idea of that. I actually think you loved it, even.” You tried to casually cross one leg in front of the other to clench your thigh together at his words, hoping to relieve the burning feeling in your cunt. “I asked, because I have a room here again tonight. I was thinking you could join me for dinner and we could spend some proper time together. I can pay for your cab home so you can stay longer.” You didn’t say anything as he shuffled around in his pockets and slid a white card across the table towards you. Looking down, you realized it was his room key. “I don’t need an answer right now. If you want to, I’m in room 721 when you make up your mind.” With that, he grabbed his drink and sauntered off into the sea of people.

You spent the entirety of the evening too preoccupied with your encounter with Duncan to listen to anything the speakers had to say. His room key felt like it was made of lead where it sat in your clutch wallet. Sure, you would love nothing more than to feel him inside of you again. But was it a good idea? He offered to pay for your cab, which meant he must really want to fuck you again, too. Then again, a hefty cab fee to you was chump change to him. Maybe he just wanted someone quick and easy. Or maybe, he didn’t.

At the end of the night, everyone began clearing out. It was time to make to choose. Go home to your bed, or go up to Duncan’s room. Your roommate approached you, asking if you wanted to carpool with some classmates or take the train home. Fiddling with the room key in your hand, you made the impulsive decision to tell her not to wait up for you, you’d find your own way home. You slid out the rear doors of the ballroom and made your way into the elevator, anxiously pressing the button that would lead you to Duncan.

You woke up that next Friday with a fluttering feeling in your stomach. You were meeting up with Duncan for the third time tonight. The night you saw Duncan at your university social, he had coerced you into meeting up with him again. Apparently he loved your pussy just as much as you loved his cock. Which wasn’t any problem for you. The man really knows precisely which angles to hit that make you scream. Making your way to the kitchen for some breakfast, you were greeted by a few loud knocks at your door. “Coming!” you chimed.

Whoever had knocked didn’t stick around for you to answer. You unlatched the chain lock only to be confronted by an empty door way. You almost closed the door back when something bright red on the ground caught your eye. It was a massive bouquet of roses placed next to a large white gift box. You scanned the hallway of your apartment building, looking for any clue as to who might have dropped off the package. Not wanting to let the freezing winter air into your apartment, you quickly grabbed the roses and accompanying box and sat them on your kitchen island.

After inspecting the gift box, you decided it wasn’t a bomb or of any threat to you. You had no fucking clue who would be sending you flowers and gifts. If anyone, it had to be Duncan, but he didn’t even have your phone number let alone know where you lived.

You were snapped out of your state of thinking as your roommate entered the kitchen. “Jesus Christ, who in the fuck is sending you flowers this early in the morning?” Your face was beet red, it was time to explain. You told her about what happened the last time as well as your plans to see him tonight, which is what prompted the delivery in the first place. “Well, what’s in the box?” she asked.

“Let’s find out,” you answered anxiously. Lifting the lid to the giftbox, you were first greeted by an envelope with a card inside. With shaky hands, you slid the card out and read what was written inside.

Looking forward to seeing you tonight. I’ll send a car to pick you up at 8. Enjoy the gifts. Hope everything fits. And please, for the love of god, buy some real food and stop eating so much ramen. Stop taking the train, too. Ramen is terrible for you, and the metro is filled with creeps.

xx Duncan

Attached to the inside of the card was a check made out in your name for an ungodly amount of money that wouldn’t just cover your groceries, but more like your groceries + your whole month’s rent for several consecutive months.

“Uhhh, what the fuck?!” Your roommate finally broke the silence as she peered over your shoulder to read the note and the amount written on the check. Yeah, ‘what the fuck’ was exactly right. Duncan never seemed that into you. As far as you were concerned, he was only into fucking you. Never anything more. Which is why you were so confused as to why he would do something like this.

Inside of the box was a collection of some of the most expensive things you’d ever seen at one time. A baby pink, lacy Agent Provocateur lingerie set, nude Louboutin pumps, Cartier tear-drop shaped diamond earrings with a matching necklace, Chanel perfume. Again, what. the. fuck.

“Wait, is this some kind of sugar baby shit?” your roommate questioned.

“What are you talking about? That’s not what this is.” No, it obviously wasn’t. You two hadn’t spoken much about anything other than random topics on the night you first met. There was no way that that’s what these gifts insinuated. Duncan was not your sugar daddy and you were not his sugar baby. He’s so young, could he even technically be a sugar daddy if he wasn’t much older than 30?

Your roommate continued. “Okay, well I’m gonna be honest it kinda seems like it. First, he made you call him daddy. That kinda says all you need to know right there. Second, he offered to pay for your cab ride home after he fucked you without you even asking? THEN, you wake up to thousands of dollars of lingerie and jewelry at your door along with a check big enough to pay for a full semester of school? All because you fucked him a couple times? I might be a dumb bitch, but I know some freaky shit when I see it. I think you’ve found yourself a sugar daddy, Y/N.”

She was right. It did kind of make sense, but you needed to be sure. You weren’t going to accept his gifts or his money if there was some kind of gross catch to all of this. After talking to her a bit longer, you decided you’d meet with him tonight as planned and confront him about it. You needed some clarity. With that, you slipped away to your room with the gift box in tow to get ready for what the night might bring you.

You resituated the waist tie of your coat as you stepped out of the fancy, black car Duncan had sent for you. Making your way into the same goddamn hotel that was beginning to feel like a second home, you pressed the ‘up’ arrow on the wall next to the elevator. Your mind was racing a mile a minute as you nervously twirled the diamond earrings Duncan had sent you this morning around your ear. If this was some kind of sugar daddy shit, would it be wrong to go along with it? Duncan seemed like a nice guy. Definitely still a rich, republican asshole, but he never seems like he means any harm. Would his conditions really be all that harsh? You’d have to blow him or do something extra kinky for him every now and then, and he’d hopefully keep those checks coming, right? That didn’t seem so bad to you at all. You could use some actual fruit and vegetables in your kitchen, and Duncan was right. The metro is definitely filled with creeps.

Before you knew it, the elevator dinged, indicating you had reached Duncan’s floor. Your new heels clicked down the hallway as you stopped right in front of Duncan’s room. Once again fiddling with the room key he had left you, you were filled with nerves. You needed some answers and would hopefully get them without tainting the relationship between the two of you. The door unlocked with a click as you slid the card into the slot and pushed down on the handle.

Duncan was perched in one of the arm chairs across from the bed with a glass in his hand. He perked up as he saw you slowly come out from the darkness of the entryway leading into the room. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, I am.” you rocked back and forth on your heels as you wrapped your arms around your chest in attempt to sooth yourself.

“I see you got my gifts. I’m assuming everything fit well?”

“About that. I need to ask you a few questions about that.” You took a few steps closer to him and pressed your back against the dresser that was close to where he was sitting.

“Did you not like them? You can take it back and get something else if you like.” He was acting as if this was a normal conversation between the two of you, and it made you kind of angry.

“Duncan, stop. Cut the shit. What is all of this? First, you offer to pay for my ride home. Next, you’re inviting me over again and sending me thousands of dollars worth of gifts to my apartment. For Christ’s sake, how did you even get my address?”

He didn’t respond at first, only looked you up and down with that look that you’d become quite familiar with. And it sent that same fuzzy feeling straight to your core. He stood from his seat and made his way over to stand directly in front of you. Placing his hands behind his back, he finally started talking.

“Y/N,” he began. “My family is one of the most powerful and influential families in D.C. next to the president. I have my ways of finding out where you live, or anyone for that matter. But if you must know, it was easier to just get it from the university’s admissions office. Might I remind you that the Shepherds have quite the influence over there given how much money we donate to them each year. And about the gifts. If you really don’t want them, just return them. Keep the money. God knows you need it. But, they do suit you quite well if I must say so myself. I can’t wait to see what’s under your coat.” He spoke very calmly and matter-of-factly as he stuck his hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and further inspect the earrings and necklace he had picked out for you.

“I just... don’t get it. What do you want from me? You wouldn’t do all of this if you didn’t want something out of it.” You asked him with shaky breaths. You couldn’t tell if you were nervous, scared, turned on, or all three.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just show up when I ask. Mostly, I just need this from you,” he closed the space between the both of you and pressed himself against your front. Your noses were practically touching as he continued. “Let me know what you need, and I’ll take care of you. If you thought my gifts from this morning were too much, you should see what I’m really capable of giving you. I want to take care of you, if you're willing to do the same for me.”

Breathing in his scent, you closed your eyes as you braced your arms on his shoulders. So many thoughts were running rampant in your mind. Your roommate was right. She always was. Duncan wanted to be your sugar daddy, and you were about to let him. You were worried that this would get you into some kind of trouble eventually, but you also didn’t give a fuck at the same time. There had always been something about him that was different. Different than all of the guys you had slept around with. You had tried ignoring it, but it was always in the back of your brain. He was being genuine, he wanted to take care of you. Maybe this was a bad idea, but who cares? Worst case scenario, things end badly with Duncan and you get a few months of free rent out of it.

Finally embracing the situation for what it was, you pushed on Duncan’s shoulders where your hands were resting and walked him back to sit on the bed. You didn’t say anything, you just reached for the tie on your coat, untied the knot, and let the fabric pool at your feet. Duncan hissed at the sight of you in the lingerie he had sent you. The brassiere hugged your breasts in every possibly correct way, and the high waisted suspenders complimented your ass perfectly. You knew you looked good, and judging by the growing bulge in Duncan’s pants, so did he.

You leaned forward while keeping your feet planted in front of him, resting your palms against his thighs and sticking your ass out. Your thumbs wrapped around his legs and dug in dangerously close to his cock, making sure to stare directly into his crystal blue eyes as you did so. His breath hitched in his throat the feeling. Just as he went to close the gap between you two and bring his lips to yours, you slowly lowered yourself onto your knees. Reaching for his belt buckle, he stopped your hands in their path just as he had done the first night you met. “What are you doing?” he asked through gritted teeth, clearly flustered.

Taking a moment to reach up and press a few light kisses against Duncan’s jaw, your hands went back to unbuckling his belt with one hand and palming his throbbing cock through his pants with the other. His eyelashes fluttered at your touches, pleasure fully taking over him as he realized you were literally on your knees for him. You locked eyes with him from your crude position on the ground as you finally parted your lips to speak.

“I’m gonna to take care of you. Is that alright, daddy?”

PART TWO ~ PART THREE

I know no one asked, but I’m gonna tag some ppl that I love that I think might mayyyyyy be interested in reading this?? Please tell me if I’m annoying you cuz I will cut the shit immediately lmao

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#Duncan Shepherd #Duncan Shepherd x Reader #Michael Langdon #Michael Langdon x Reader #Jim Mason #Jim Mason x Reader #Cody Fern #AHS #HOC #on god this shit kicked my fucking ass i hope it doesnt flop #my writing #mine

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botslayer · 6 years ago

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Triple reboot review. (Puppet Master the Littlest Reich, Titans, Mega Man: Fully Charged)

Okay, Now, while I have yet to see these things in full (Titans being nothing more than a trailer right now, Littlest Reich not being out in the general public yet to my knowledge, and only having seen a preview of MMFC), But quite frankly, fuck you. I’m angry, I had a shit day, let me do some Sabre Rattling for the properties I like.

Up First, this sneak peek of Mega Man: Fully Charged:

https://youtu.be/MWMopzUcG_Q

So we have a character who needs to blow his fucking nose, It is a massive distraction everytime he’s on screen, his voice is also the worst in the clip in my opinion. Megaman’s “Civilian” form also looks dull. The only thing that would make him stand out in a crowd is his stupidly big hair.

Also: WHY DOES HE HAVE A CIVILIAN FORM?! In the games, he has an “Armorless” mode, yeah, but at the same time, that is usually just for when the Robot Masters aren’t a threat. Why, if you could just be walking around and suddenly, giant jet lady robot attacks, would you ever get OUT of the armored mode? In the old show that was just how he looked, he could still talk with people, hold conversations, etc. And while, yes, it is sort of weird to talk to the dude with a laser blaster built into him, A LOT of the Robot masters were built for specific jobs and given non-human anatomy to distinguish them from regular people. (At least that’s my headcanon.) The point is if this version of Mega Man is a kid with a Power Rangers/Beetleborgs-esque “Normal kid life mixed with superhero stuff.” (As implied by the “No one’s looking.”) WHY? Why not build a robot with the shit you just gave this kid!? There’s a big fat half-jet lady taking up good space begging that particular question. If he IS a robot, what does it matter that no one’s watching? Does he not want people to know he’s a robot? How would they not? I don’t care how “human” he may look if he’s avoiding certain “Human” activities too much (Say, Eating, resting, drinking, what have you) then it will probably be obvious.

Going on, Mega Man’s voice is annoying as hell. I don’t have anything to add to that, I just hate his voice. The armor isn’t TOO bad, maybe a LITTLE too busy, but if he is a robot you could explain the lights as “System failure in shoulder” making that light turn red or something, but if he isn’t what is it other than decoration? Plus there are lots of un-needed lines, but you don’t really have to convince me that it’s Megaman, and at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters. (I would also like to point out his Helmet looks more like X’s, which might be an interesting visual easter egg if intentional)

The random cut to the Pixel animation was stupid, sudden, and REALLY broke the (minimal) flow that fight had going. I will say though, the ending joke is good. So out of that entire clip, I had 3 good things to say... Jesus this is gonna suck.

And don’t give me any of that “Well it isn’t for you” bullshit, we all know full well that a reboot should probably do SOMETHING to appeal to the old fans in some way. And the way they tried to do that here was bullshit. It was like when Power Rangers Operation Overdrive tried to ape the first episode of Light Speed Rescue without really getting what made that work.

And lastly, I don’t mind Blasto Woman. They should have just used an old Robot Master, though, to be fair, someone like Metal Man would probably be too edgy. (Bah-dumb Tiss)

In short: High hopes for a new Mega Man cartoon, dashed from a single clip.

Up next: Puppet Master, The Littlest Reich:

https://youtu.be/rtSF_-Gyl40

For starters, Toulon looks creepy in a way that he just shouldn’t. I read a review that spoiled a LOT of the movie and quite frankly, I am not impressed. This all looks and sounds like a gore hound’s wet dream, and while I like buckets o’ guts, that isn’t the point of Puppet Master.

Blade looks like shit design-wise, he and Torch both look Too Plasticky for my tastes, there’s a weird froggy looking one that reminds me of the Joker (Due to the lighting), and it’s all, in my SO’s words, “a giant morality swap AU.” Which I agree with. Andre didn’t make the puppets to torture and kill people constantly, he made them to keep his friends' spirits alive and fight against Nazis. This is so stupid. AGH. Look, before I die of an aneurysm, as there anything I LIKED?

I like that Blade’s knife is hidden in his hand, that is fairly clever design. I also liked the brief snippet look at Pinhead, he doesn’t look terrible, at least. plus, the Frog dude (”Amphibian”) Is okay, and they express SOME logic in the killer sentient puppets. Logic you could see from a mile off, mind you, but I like that they sat down and explained it a little. The closing “joke” is also okay. That is all the goodwill I have.

Finally, Titans:

https://youtu.be/d6rWiM1BQ5E

So... Fuck this trailer.

Let me explain some shit: Robin being some sort of cop, I can accept. That isn’t a bad idea, I think that happens a few times in the comics, even. no, the problem is just about everything after he whips the “R” into a wall or whatever he hit.

For starters, Raven looks weird. Like she looks like a Half-ass Cosplayer. Now, while I’m a fan of Cosplay and see that you can do just about anything, long as the character is recognizable, she looks like the epitome of “No fucks given, lol.” and just going in pseudo-goth attire. And then the slightly infamous “Fuck Batman.” ... Yeah. “Fuck the guy that wanted to help me seek justice for my parents being shot.” “Fuck the guy who probably stopped me from slaughtering all these kinds of thugs in the past.” Fuck you, Dick. If this was Jason Todd or Damian Wayne, I’d go “Yeah, sure, why not?” BUT IT’S DICK GRAYSON! (Most likely) and if it isn’t, they are intentionally misleading people with this trailer, if you have to do that, you are part of a trash project. Although I will say I can’t weigh in on most of the costume, so that might look alright.

Raven having to deal with a demon inside her as a more constant part of the show rather than “Whenever” is a good change if it is indeed put in.

Beast Boy looks wrong. He looks like Trip from Time Force without the head gem.

Am I the only one who sees this?! I know “Green skin.” But that isn’t helping by much given that second look we got of him at the end where he looks to be a pale little shit.

Star Fire looks god awful. Everyone says it, I say it too. “Prostitute.” She looks like a hooker with a wig, really whacked out eyes, and an outfit that screams “I will suck your whatever for the right price.” Her skin looks weird with that “Crawling” effect, AND FOR THE LOVE OF TZEENTCH, WHY ARE HER POWERS ORANGE FLAME!? WHY ISN’T SHE USING STAR BOLTS!?

Then there are Hawk and Dove seen mutilating some dude about as bad as Robin... and why? Why are hawk and dove lacerating some poor bastard’s knee? Some context for that would have been nice, especially when Dove looks to be the one doing it and she isn’t that sadistic! I don’t have anything to say about how they look because I didn’t get a good enough look.

Finally, We have a line that agitates me. “My mom says there’s no such things as monsters.” ... BITCH YOU LIVE IN THE DC UNIVERSE! THERE IS A DEMON LIVING INSIDE YOU/YOU ARE HALF DEMON, PARADEMONS ARE A THING, MEDUSA EXISTS, THERE IS A COUNTRY OF TALKING GORILLAS, MARS HAS A REAL BAD RACISM ISSUE, THERE ARE ENTIRE UNIVERSAL SCALE POLICE FORCES DEDICATED TO EMOTION USING ALL MANNER OF ALIENS, YOU SAY THIS WHILE RIDING WITH A DUDE WHO IS CLEARLY A KILLING MACHINE, FUCK WHAT YOUR MOTHER SAID! “MONSTERS EXIST!” WOULDN’T BE A SURPRISE AT THAT POINT, ALL I’M SAYING!

And even if most of that shit isn’t a THING in this continuity, I still want to point out Raven’s demon thing and who she tells that too. I hate it when this shit happens in anything. “No such things as monsters.” That is actively harder to belive in ANY comic book universe.

TL;DR, Fuck all of these projects, they all look like garbage.

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