#duncan shepard

[van-ta-c]

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[stuismybf]

I’m trying to love you.. really I am.

(Michael Langdon x reader)

Summary: Michael isn’t very happy when he catches you trying to leave him

A/n: this is probably garbage I started it like months ago and was scrolling through my drafts and saw this and that it was almost finished and just wrote the ending

Dark.

He was so dark.

Michael was no longer the sweet man you’d met, Your dates weren’t movies and a walk at the park, More like sitting in a satanic church while he murdered a couple.

And you hated letting him go truly you did, but what if you were next? How could you trust he wouldn’t snap and choke you to death in his bed. You had ignored the red flags before. His grandmother bringing up her “gifts” she’d received, Vivian talking about the group that took him away, His diary where he had gone into vivid detail about eating a woman’s heart. You just couldn’t take the chance.

You woke up and saw Michael beside you, eyes closed, The rise and fall of his chest. This was such a hard choice. You caressed his cheek, oh you would miss those cheeks. His fingers twitched and you looked down at them breath caught in your throat, but after a few seconds you knew he was still asleep. And then you saw the text.

“Madison

- “we’re on the way”

This was it.

You were leaving.

So you made your way to the closet and as quietly as possible packed up what you could fit in your bags, The rest you’d have Madison and Zoe help you out into the car. You didn’t want to leave anything to get for later, You knew Michael and you didn’t trust that if he did let you back in to get the stuff he wouldn’t do something drastic that kept you in the house with him forever.

You went into the kitchen and waited for the car to pull up.

When you heard them come into the driveway you hurriedly ran outside and Zoe was opening the trunk.

“We’ll just put the stuff back here. Do you have anything you need us to get from inside?”

“Yeah just a couple things.”

You put the things in the trunk and then you all three headed inside, Quiet as possible you grabbed the rest of your stuff. You were almost out the door when you tripped over Madison’s skirt and into the table.

“Ugh!”

“Y/n?”

“Oh fuck” Madison sighed helping you up

“Zoe put the stuff up we’ll meet you outside in a second.”

Michael walked outside of the bedroom and stared at you in confusion. He scratched his head and asked what you were doing.

“She’s leaving you dimwit”

“What?”

“Michael I think it’s best we break up I don’t feel safe with you anymore”

“You don’t feel safe with me? Why not baby?”

“On our last day you took me to some satanic church and killed some random people! I don’t want to see that”

“I don’t see why you’re so bothered”

“Because you’re fucking insane! Come on Y/n”

“You’re not leaving”

“Yes we are come on-“

You both gasped when all the doors flung shut and the curtains were pulled closed. You turned your head away from the window and looked back at him, His face was dark and cruel now as he stared at you.

“Y/n. Come back to bed. Now”

“Michael stop.”

Zoe was banging on the door and yelling at you both trying to find away in.

“Guys!? Hey come on? Michael fucking stop this isn’t cool.”

Michael made his way closer to you but Madison stepped in front of you.

With a snap of his fingers he snapped her neck and she fell to the floor. You gasped and dropped on your knees, “Madison!”

Michael grabbed you by your hair and forced you up from the ground, Zoe’s bangs continued and you looked up at him with teary eyes clutching his wrist.

“Michael please...”

His eyes seemed too soften but as quick as it’d happened it went away.

“I told you to come back to fucking bed!”

He drug you by your hair kicking and screaming back into the bedroom. Michael tossed you to the bed and said a spell that kept you bound to it. 

“Michael please I just wanna go home.”

He slid into the bed beside you wrapping his muscular arms around you.

You gasped feeling him inject you with a needle.

“You are home.”

Zoe’s screams for you to open the door were completely drowned out by the overwhelming sleepiness you felt.

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

Duncan: Ugh... I really need a drink.

3 yr old Daughter: Here, have a milk!

Duncan, smirking: Got anything stronger?

3 yr old Daughter: MAMA! DADDY NEEDS CHOCOLATE MILK!!

[lostwithinthevoid]

Unholy Chaos (Pt.2)

Word Count:1,214

Warnings: (TW) Suicidal thoughts

Summary: After y/n’s encounter with Michael she has been feeling hopeless and craves nothing more than death because she doesn’t believe there any reason to keep on living.

A/N: This took me two weeks to complete which I can officially say it’s a lot fast than my usual update to any drabble/story. I hope y’all enjoy it, it was fun writing this plus I decided to continue the Unholy Chaos series and make it a miniseries instead of twenty chapters or more. Also it has not been proofread because I just wanted to posted it so please be nice because my grammar is not the best but I try my hardest!

Italics - Will be thoughts

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Weeks passed since she had encountered Michael at the Chapel feeling defeated on the bed her eyes bore directly at the ceiling in the dark filled room, she was currently in. Michael’s words kept replaying in her head “Where’s your god now?”, it made her spine chill in a way she had never felt and as much as she wanted to stop thinking about what he said to her she couldn't; it made her feel completely helpless. Who was Michael? Why did he come to the outpost? Her eyes moved directly to the end of her bed. She sat up observing around her room trying to find out if anyone sneaked their way, possibly trying to scare her but didn’t seem to notice anything out of place. As much as she was exhausted, she couldn’t manage to force herself back to sleep but she had to since she couldn’t be seen wandering around the outpost corridors by Ms. Venable and her soldiers. 

After spending a long time in the bathroom, she finally walked out and headed towards the common area where everyone usually sat and talked among each other for days on end. It was the same dull routine everyday wake up, get dressed, gather in common area, eat, and “hope” to be one of the few chosen that would leave the so-called “sanctuary” with Michael but at this point it seemed like no one in this outpost actually fit the standards that Michael was looking for and everyone was even more helpless than before.

  As of now she didn’t care if she lived or died because she felt like a zombie living with no reason to keep going because every single living thing was long gone, plus almost everyone that survived the nuclear bombings either body mutations or were eaten by feral cannibals outside the outpost. The reflection of the flames from the fireplace made her eyes beam. It was odd how something that once seemed calm and comforting was making her feel like nothing ever mattered. 

 “Dinner is served” Ms.Venable announced, knocking her cane on the floor making it echo throughout the room and loud enough to stop the indistinct voices filling the common area and making everyone face her.

Everyone’s footsteps filled the corridor as they made their way to the dining area and as soon as everyone entered, they were faced by the chaotic man himself sitting at the end of the table with his legs crossed. 

Everyone looked back at Ms.Venable waiting for her to say something. 

 “Mr. Langdon what graces us with your appearance at dinner?” she asked, showing a displeased expression attempting to appear happy with his presence. “He looked at her and smiled like a maniac, “I’m here to join you all for dinner!” he said excitingly. “Please, sit.” He said as politely but she knew that he was far from the charm he was showing to everyone in this room and she was sure that Ms.Venable also saw +through Michael’s facade. 

 Everyone sat down and as soon as they did, they got served with the only once in a blue moon meal and what would be considered an everyday meal if the world wasn’t in an apocalyptic state. Everyone’s face lit up beginning to savor and take in the flavor of the meal they were given. In the early stages of the apocalypse she would be gleaming with joy at the extinct food they were “blessed” and given at the dining table but that joy had slowly faded away with each passing day they were in the outpost.

 Ms.Venable sat on one side of the table and across sat Mr. Langdon, Ms.Venable scowled at him but that didn’t faze him and kept coldly staring at her. Everyone in the table kept exchanging glances between themselves because the tension in the room was intense, they all wanted to leave and eat on their own but Ms.Venable insisted that dinner was to be eaten in the dining room. “So... how’s the application process going?” asked Gallant. Michael’s gaze was broken from the sudden conversation that he wanted to know and trying to break the tension. Michael’s eyes bore into Gallant’s seeming disgruntled at the fact that Gallant was bold enough to ask such a question, when he had already been told by Michael that he wouldn’t let others know how they would be graded. 

 “That’s classified.” Langdon said quickly and coldly shutting down the conversation. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He was only at dinner for one reason he was trying to observe by seeing right through everyone’s façade. A simple interview would not suffice for him because he was the type of person who would prefer to see others in their natural state without them being afraid to be themselves because truth be told everyone feared Langdon. He knew why they feared him, and he didn’t blame them. He was a force not to be reckoned with because if anyone attempted, they would see the bane of their existence. 

 “Nice job.” Coco whispered to him annoyingly as she elbowed him. y/n attempted to ignore everyone and continued to eat because she wanted to return to her room and just avoid every obnoxious person in this outpost. Why was she even here? Who purchased a ticket to this outpost? She thought about it since day one and she was still as confused as when she got here on the first day but this time without less energy. 

She wasn’t even considered to be part of the middle class back in the old life she once had. Who thought about even reserving a spot for her? 

 I wish I had died back on the first day of the Apocalypse. She thought to herself, maybe just maybe she would have saved herself the time, sadness, hope, and chance of going to a so-called sanctuary that Langdon claims that remains untouched with people repopulating the earth. She let out a silent melancholy sigh hoping no one would hear because once someone did they would start asking questions, if they even cared at this point everyone seems to care about themselves and if they’ll be chosen to go to the sanctuary. 

 Michael peered at her hoping to pick up something from her and he did. He found out how miserable she felt and how badly she wanted to die because there was no reason remain alive, she felt useless, annoyed and wanted to be let out of the outpost so she could inhale that radioactive smell that the outside has and just put her misery to an end. Michael found it intriguing how out of everyone else she truly craved death and wasn’t interested whether she was picked or not for the sanctuary he told everyone there was, it amused him how she was the only one that was questioning his authenticity and everyone else believed every word he told them when in reality there was no such thing. 

 This is going to be interesting. He thought to himself, he observed as she asked Ms. Venable if she could excuse herself from the table since she had finished her dinner,but she denied her and told her to sit back down and just like an obedient puppy,she did.

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[crimsondusk-991]

WHY IS ALL THE HOUSE OF CARDS FANFICTION ABOUT DUNCAN SHEPARD?? WHERE IS THE FRANK X TIM STUFF??

[xavierplym]

Crybaby

[sojovrn]

dressing room // ml

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

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

word count: 1.2k

requested: no

pairing: rockstar!michael langdon x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

now was the time.

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

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

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

"please." you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"use your fucking words." he groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

he unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor.

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

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

"never."

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

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

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

@avesatanormalpeoplescareme

[thecrownedlioness]

Duncan Shepherd, Michael Langdon, and Cody Fern RPers, please beware of this person. It’s clear she does not know the line between RP and real life and believes she is actually messaging with Duncan, Michael, and Cody. 

{Nah sis, you don't get to block and unblock me as you see fit. You’ve done that three times in the last 24 hours. 

I didn’t know you existed before you came at me. You called my muse "dumb slut trash" and a "bitch" before I ever spoke a word to you, so don't pretend that calling you a child was the "first mistake" in all of this. You made the first mistake. 

I legitimately thought you knew that @thecrownedbeast​, @theuncrowneddestroyer​, and I were roleplay blogs—since it says so in ALL of our descriptions—and that when you were flinging insults, you were speaking to my character and not me. Because that’s how that works when you interact with an RP blog. 

I messaged you privately asking if you needed me to clear anything up, and messaged you again asking you if you were aware you were communicating with a roleplaying blog. 

The person who writes Abbadon's character is my best friend, who created him from scratch. That means he’s an OC, or an original character, like my muse, Summer. The person who writes Michael’s character (on thecrownedbeast) is my best friend. We’ve been writing them together for more than a year. We have fans who really love them together, who pay attention to their relationship and their stories. 

Then suddenly you show up and call my muse “dumb slut trash” and a “bitch” out of nowhere? Have you ever roleplayed before? Are you familiar with how it works? Or do you just hunt down Cody Fern character blogs to stalk and catcall and flirt with, and you stumbled on Abbadon, and got mad when he actually had a backstory that you couldn’t take part in?

I’m sorry you were disappointed but it looks like you’ve got a lot of Michael Langdon and Duncan Shepherd blogs with dicks to suck the life out of.

Do not EVER wish COVID-19 on ANYONE.

Also being racist is a real bad look.

Also, I live off of my writing, and I’m a published author with works in three different sections in Barnes & Noble. So, God forbid you ever walk into a bookstore, remember that. You’re surrounded by my talent, done by hand and very much noticed.}