#pathetic babygirl lovers united

[scarecrowismybabygirl]

Original art by Becky Mastery

[7-wonders]

I’m just seeing this bc I haven’t been on Tumblr for a few days and now I’m here procrastinating BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Angst: Duncan’s assured you all throughout his trial that his lawyers are positive he’s going to be found not guilty. So positive, in fact, that he’s turned down any sort of plea deal from the prosecution. Finally the day comes where both sides rest their cases and the jury deliberates. You’re sitting next to Annette in the row behind where Duncan and his team are, and he looks back and shoots you both a small smile (throwing a wink at you) when the jury returns. 

“Mr. Shepherd, please rise for the verdict,” the judge says as Duncan stands along with his lawyers. “Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?”

“We have, your Honor.”

“What say you?”

Annette clutches your hand tightly, the nerves getting the best of her. You’d like to think you’re not nervous, but the way that your leg is shaking proves otherwise.

“We the jury, in the case of The United States of America versus Duncan Shepherd, find the defendant guilty of the charge of attempted espionage.”

Annette lets out a loud cry, but you can only sit in shock as the word “guilty” continues to bounce around in your head. Guilty? Duncan had promised that he was going to get off; he had had you make reservations at his favorite restaurant, for Christ’s sake! And now here he is, the bailiff putting handcuffs back on his wrists and leading him out of the courtroom. He looks back at you desperately, assuring you that he’s going to appeal, that it’s going to be okay, but you can’t help but feel as though the world’s turned completely upside down.

Smut: Your thighs burn from being wrapped so tightly around Duncan’s waist, but it’s a pain you hardly recognize as he drills his cock into your tight heat. He has you pressed up against a vending machine, the guard conspicuously absent, likely counting the cash that Duncan had instructed you to slip him on your way into the federal prison in which Duncan has been housed for three months.

The same federal prison that Duncan will have to call home for another 15 months.

You try not to dwell on the time that Duncan has yet to serve, instead focusing on how deliciously Duncan stretches you, managing to hit the spot inside you that you haven’t been able to reach on any of your lonely nights spent in the California king-sized bed that feels way too large now that your lover’s locked away. For the first time in three months, since before Duncan’s sentencing, every one of Duncan’s thrusts sends stars flashing across your eyesight.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Duncan groans, smirking as you lay heated kisses along his stubbled cheeks. “I missed you.”

“I miss you too, Dunc. Every minute of every hour.”

“Do you lay in bed at night, fucking your little cunt with your fingers and just wishing they were mine instead?”

You nod vigorously, nails digging into Duncan’s shoulder blades as he picks up the pace. After all, the guard said twenty minutes, and Duncan spent ten of those precious minutes eating you out.

“Every night, Duncan, but nothing compares to you. Not my fingers, not a vibrator--nothing.” You’re sure that your whining sounds pathetic, but neither you nor Duncan care.

Duncan suddenly angles his hips, thrusting upwards into you and forcing a high-pitched moan to fall past your lips. “Well, better satisfy you enough to last until next time, huh babygirl?”

I’m at court and I just saw them walk in some of the prisoners and uh 👀 thot about prison!duncan.

someone come talk to me about it pls