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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Annoying

Duncan x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2205 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Chris has Duncan and the reader pretend to be a couple for rating, which doesn’t go over well for either of them.

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It was good for ratings.

That was all Chris kept saying.

After the first few episodes of the show aired, the fans went nuts but not for what the studio had been prepared for. Instead of the crazy stunts or nutty challenges, they were only talking about one thing.

You.

Well, you and another one of the contestants, Duncan.

They seemed to think that you had some sort of tension between you, and now at this point, it had evolved something more. There were tons of fantheories online about how the two of you were in a relationship and the writers were keeping it a secret.

You were pretty sure you’d even heard something about the two of you being married, which certainly wasn’t the case.

In reality, Duncan was just some guy you’d been forced to be around for the show, a guy that you didn’t even really like all that much.

How could you? He was ridiculous, strutting around here like he was the hottest thing since sliced bread, which he definitely wasn’t, just for the record. Even if he was physically attractive, an ego like that really took it down, at least for you.

Plenty of other people on the island seemed to be into him, but you had no issue with counting yourself out of that.

Not that Chris McClean wanted to hear that.

As soon as the news of the popular buzz reached him, he jumped at the opportunity to increase the views. More people watching meant more money in his pocket, which he was all about.

That meant that whatever would get the most people to tune in, he would do happily, even if that meant making you do something you didn’t want to. That was, pretty much, the entire plot of the show anyway.

He got to do whatever he wanted, and you couldn’t really say no, it was in your contract.

So, when he decided that you and Duncan would play happy couple for a few episodes to see how the fans responded, you didn’t get much of a choice in the matter.

All you could do was smile and nod, even if you’d rather clean up the confessional booth with a toothbrush than to that.

If you were lucky, the fanbase would see right through it and you’d be able to just go back to trying to win like you’d been doing all this time. Besides, Chris did have one good point that you couldn’t argue with.

If they liked it, the two of you would surely be safe for most of the competition, if not all the way through. For now, you had to admit that doing what would make you most popular was the best move.

It would secure your spot here for a while, which was all you could ask for if you wanted to win.

Not that it was going to be easy to grin and bear it through this whole thing because you could hardly be around Duncan without wanting to be physically sick. All he wanted to do was flaunt his stupid haircut and his biceps, neither of which were as impressive as he thought they were.

...and that didn’t even come close to how dull and self involved his stories tended to be.

You’d just had to find a way to be okay with that though because unfortunately for you, it seemed like the two of you were going to be spending a lot of time together, no matter how you felt about him.

It couldn’t be that bad, right?

He was a pain in the ass, and you weren’t going to pretend that he wasn’t but if this was all it took to have a better shot at winning this stupid gameshow, you weren’t going to risk ruining it because he had an attitude.

Not having to deal with him wouldn’t be worth wasting this opportunity, nothing would be worth $1,000,000. If you had to smooch all over him to get it, so be it.

You just had to keep your eye on the prize, and eventually, it would pay off.

At least, in theory.

You’d only known about this little arrangement for a few hours, and he was already trying to make you regret it. There was no way in the world he was going to make this easy on you.

“Would you please stop doing that?” you grumbled, shooting him a look out of the corner of your eye. Duncan had been bumping your foot with his own off and on for the past hour and it was really getting old.

You weren’t in the mood.

You had decided to spend your night around the fire, content to let it warm and relax you after a long day of ridiculous challenges, but Duncan wouldn’t leave you be. Ever since you sat down, he’d been right there.

It was really starting to get on your last nerve.

“Come on, we’re supposed to be a couple now, shouldn’t you at least be able to look at me?” he teased, fully aware that you weren’t his biggest fan. He was really getting to you, and he knew it.

That was all the fuel he needed to agree to Chris’ little scheme. He loved getting under people’s skin, and if he could spend the next few weeks driving you out of your mind, why wouldn't he?

It was too good to pass up.

“Shouldn’t you try to not be so irritating?” you countered, moving your foot further out of his reach as he tried his best to keep at his pestering, a small smirk on his face. It was irritating, of course, but you decided to ignore him.

That was all you could do, not that it was working in the least. The more he poked and prodded, the more of a rise he was getting out of you, and you could both see it, which was exactly why he kept at it.

This was fun for him.

“You can’t say that, you love me” he hummed, wiggling his brows at you, fiddling with the jewelry there absently as he waited for you to reply but didn’t bother. You were far too busy imagining ripping it out to come up with a clever comeback.

He was just so frustrating.

“I certainly don’t, I’m here for one thing. To win” you decided, your words little more than a whisper under your breath as you caught sight of one of those stupid cameras, likely looking for some hot content to spread all over the internet.

You just couldn’t get away from them, because they wanted all the content they could get. That meant you couldn’t sit here letting it be obvious that you couldn’t stand him, not if you wanted to stay here.

“Look at that, another thing we have in common” Duncan allowed, reaching out to take your hand in his own as he caught sight of the camera at around the same time you did. You’d gone through this enough times to know what to do.

At the end of the day, this was a television show and you just had to make it look good.

“We have a lot in common, huh?” you tried, doing your best to give him a dreamy sort of stare as you fiddled with his fingers.

The whole act made you want to be sick, and you found it hard to believe that any audience would ever believe it. You knew it wasn’t real, and Duncan knew it wasn’t real but how was it possible they were so blind?

“Course we do, darling” he winked, that award winning smile doing little more for you than any other, but it was what he did afterwards that really shocked you.

Without a second thought, Duncan pulled you into his side.

It was hardly what you’d been expecting from him but it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, right? After all, the two of you were supposed to be a couple and he was just doing what he needed to do so that they would believe it.

...but it didn’t feel right?

For whatever reason, it made you really uncomfortable to be this close to him under such strange circumstances, mostly because it was too real now. This wasn’t just a game like it was supposed to be.

You liked him, and you hated it.

It made you feel like shit, because it was a joke. This wasn’t real, and you both knew it, so it wasn’t fair for you to have any kind of feelings for him, and his arm around your shoulder only proved to make you feel worse.

This wasn’t fun anymore.

“Would you stop?” you huffed, wiggling away from him as casually as you could, though it took a much more aggressive turn than you meant for. You were just a little preoccupied with the way your stomach was churning right now.

It just didn’t feel right doing this right now.

“You looked cold, I was trying to be nice” Duncan grumbled back, really confused as to why you were upset in the first place. You still thought this was all an act, that he was playing you to get what he wanted but that wasn’t really the case.

He was just trying to be sweet.

Though, he wasn’t exactly good at doing this whole thing in the first place. It wasn’t shocking that he would go about it all wrong.

“Well don’t, if I get cold, I’ll find a jacket or something” you sighed, standing up with a huff, and heading off toward your cabin without any care for what else could possibly go wrong today.

You didn’t mean for it to come off harsh or aggressive as it did buy you were just so frustrated. This was a lot harder than you thought it would be and you weren’t even sure why.

You just didn’t like it.

In your huff, you forgot about the cameras for a moment and made a complete fool out of yourself and Duncan, but he didn’t care about that either. Now that you were clearly upset, nothing else mattered.

Something was wrong.

“Would you come back here? What are you doing?” he rumbled, calling out to you without a care in the world for the camera or the other campers who were scattered around casually.

All he cared about right now was getting a hold of you so that you could finally calm down and tell him what’s going on.

You had been all for this whole phony relationship thing, but now you were made at him.

It didn’t make any sense.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, it’s weird” you shot back, barely glancing back at him as you marched off. You had no idea what was going on but or what this would mean for your spot on the show, but you didn’t care.

It didn’t matter if you lost or not, not anymore. Anything would be better than having to sit through this a second longer.

“Why is it weird?” Duncan questioned, folding his arms across his chest as you finally stopped, your back still to him as you waited. You wanted more than anything to explain to him but it wouldn’t make any difference.

He didn’t care about you like you cared about him, and nothing was going to change that. Besides, you didn’t even really understand how you’d gotten here in the first place, with him, at least.

You just didn’t understand.

“Because I like you, it’s annoying” you grumbled, kind of hoping he didn’t hear. Though, you wouldn’t have been so lucky. Duncan was never going to let you get out of the woods so easily.

Not ever, and certainly not with something like that.

“You’re annoying” he countered, closing the space between you with a small smirk on his face. Once again, he was being a jerk, which didn’t surprise you but what did was the way he looked at you.

It was a soft look, the kind of look you never imagined seeing from Duncan, especially not after getting ripped on, again. He just couldn't help himself, the two of you had never really had a normal relationship.

This was just what you did.

“I’m annoying? You’re annoying” you countered, ignoring the way your skin heated up as you stood under his burning gaze. He just wouldn’t let you off the hook, no matter how much you wished he would.

He was still having fun with you.

“Maybe, but at least I’m in good company” he grinned, forcing an eye roll from you before you could even think of a comeback.

You hated being tongue tied, something he knew perfectly well, which was why he had no problem doing this little back and forth with you. The truth was Duncan liked you too, and getting you to admit it was the best thing he could have done today.

This was much better than some stupid act for tv.

...And as it would turn out, the fans liked this relationship that much better because the ratings were incredible after they saw that.

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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Ice Cold

Duncan Vizla x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: Hookup, PiV, age gap (legal), unprotected sex, stranger

A/N: Sorry this took so long. This is the longest thing I've ever written.

You sit outside of a rinky-dink bar in the freezing cold holding your phone up to the sky hoping that some God above will give your phone a signal. No such luck. You’re stuck in the middle of nowhere in an unfamiliar town with no signal and you’re freezing your tits off. You decide to just head into the bar and ask for directions to a cheap motel. The bar smells of malt liquor and smoke as you walk in. It’s mostly dead except for the bartender and three older guys smoking and drinking. You pull up a seat in front of the bartender and order a whiskey to warm yourself up.

“Are there any motels near here?” you ask the bartender as you sip on your alcohol.

“Not for ‘bout ten er fifteen miles,” responds nonchalantly.

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath. How the hell am I going to make it that far in a small winter coat?

“Do you need somewhere to stay?” The man sitting next to you looks over before finishing the last of his drink.

“Yeah but I barely have any money and there’s no signal out here.”

“I have a cabin just a couple of miles from here. No one’s gonna drive ten miles in this weather and you’ll never make it in that small jacket,” he responds matter-of-factly.

“Oh no thanks, I’ll find something else.” You weren’t dumb enough to go with a random dude to his house in the middle of nowhere. Not only because you’re a woman but because you’re black and haven’t seen any other people of color. I’ll figure something out. The man walks past you towards the door but stops before walking out.

“My truck is the black one on the left.” He promptly leaves without saying another word. You sit there weighing all your options: dying in the cold or getting possibly raped and murdered.

“Is it possible that I could stay in here for the night? I won’t take anything, I promise,” you plead to the bartender.

“If I had a dollar for every time someone said that I’d have a much better-looking bar. Sorry miss but I can’t. Duncan, the guy who just left, is a good guy. If you’re gonna go anywhere you should go with him.”

You look outside at the harsh winds and snow and think. Well shit. You pay for your drink and head outside. There you see an old black hatchback with the guy from the bar smoking a cigarette inside. You clutch the pepper spray in your pocket and head over to the car. As you get closer you hear the doors unlock and the man dumps his cigarette butt in the snow. The passenger side door opens once you’re in front of it.

“Hop in, you’re shaking.” You get in, keeping yourself close to the door.

“I’m Ducan by the way, Duncan Vizla.” You two exchange names and he holds out a pack of cigarettes towards you but you politely decline. He pulls one out and quickly lights it before pulling out of the driveway. The warmth of the car immediately hits your freezing hands. The heat melts snow off your jacket as you hold the tips of your fingers to the heater.

“So, um, do you live with anyone? Wife, husband, kids?”

“I had a dog.”

“What happened to it?”

“He died… in an accident.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t that attached.” You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or your own grim sense of humor but you let out a short burst of laughter. You race to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize what just happened but Duncan also has a small grin poking from behind his mustache.

The rest of the short drive was spent listening to the wind whistle past the car. At one point you could have sworn you heard the howl of a wolf. God, I’m never leaving the city again. Duncan slows down as he pulls in front of an old but nice-looking cabin.

“Here we are,” Duncan declares as he switches off the engine. “You head inside, the door’s unlocked, I’m going to get some firewood.” You step out of the comfort of the warm vehicle and head to the door while fighting back the wind. The door opens with ease and you walk into the cabin. It’s pitch black inside and your desperate patting of the walls yields no light switches. Heavy footsteps come up from behind and move past you as you continue to stand still. The door closes and you hear some shuffling and lights come on. Duncan stands in front of the fireplace with a box of matches and some lighter fluid, the wood has already been placed inside the hearth. He nonchalantly spreads the fluid across the logs before lighting a match and flicking it into the fireplace.

You move to the kitchen area, pepper spray still in your grasp. You attentively as Duncan pulls a big armchair and a wooden dining chair in front of the fire. He then moves towards you. “Are you hungry?” he asks gently. His eyes don’t seem to be very interested in the conversation but his need to be polite pushes him to talk to you. “No, thank you,” you reply, still wary of him. He turns back to the living room and sits in the armchair, throwing his cigarette butt in the fire and lighting another one. The warmth of the fire draws you in and you sit on the wooden chair, finally removing your hands from your pockets.

“So how did you end up all the way out here?” Duncan interrogates, his eyes fixed lazily on you.

“I was just kind of wandering y’know? I’ve been wandering for a while now.”

“You have nowhere to go?” Duncan draws a long pull from his cigarette as he waits for your response.

“No, not really. When I find somewhere that feels…right then I’ll stay, but I haven’t found that yet.” You sit in your revelation for a moment, thinking about how nowhere has felt like home. You remember that you’re in a strange man’s house and add “But my friends know where I am, so if they don’t hear back from me soon they’ll come down here and see if I’m okay.”

“Smart,” Duncan responds with a smirk. “Young women like yourself should always take safety precautions. Like not getting into vehicles with strange men and staying in their houses.” With that, he stood up and moved to the bed in the corner of the room. “You get the couch.”

You stay seated in your chair as you observe the man in front of you. He bends down beside the bed and pulls out a thick comforter. He then grabs a pillow from his bed and walks them over to the couch and places them on the couch.

“Goodnight,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Night.”

Duncan pulls off his boots and sets them close to the bed. His socks come off along with the rest of his clothes except his boxers. For a man of at least fifty, he’s still relatively fit. His chest hair is salt and pepper just like his facial hair. Your eyes scan over him from his chest down to his happy trail and over his strong thighs. The veins on his hands are visible all the way up to his forearms. You continue to stare before you feel like a pervert and look away. Unfortunately for you your eyes divert to his face and he makes eye contact with you. His dark brown eyes hold your gaze for an almost uncomfortable amount of time as he puts on his pajama pants and shirt. You break the contact and stare into the fire, your body starts to get warm from embarrassment. Duncan clears his voice as though he is about to say something, but when you look over you instead see what looks like an erection poking through his plaid PJs. Your brown cheeks turn a deep red, something you hadn’t thought possible. He either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care because he sits on the edge of the bed looking at you.

You stand up, your body entranced by his stare as you move towards him. He leans back on his palms, his eyes still not breaking from you. You tower over his frame, you see his lids flutter slightly in subtle aw of you.

“You never said how I could repay you for your kindness,” you say softly, your mind already thinking of something wildly inappropriate. Wordlessly, Duncan finally drops his eyes and looks down at your body. His gaze goes over your mostly hidden figure and then goes back up to your face. He lingers on your plump lips whilst the warmth of your body comforts his chilled exterior. The tension accumulating between you two reaches its climax as Duncan stands up and swiftly lifts you up in a lustful embrace. Your lips collide and your hands quickly make their way to his beautiful hair. He walks you over to the kitchen area and sets you down. You were surprised a man of his age could pick you with such ease like he was picking up a feather. His hands rummaged your body, unzipping your jacket and tossing it to the side. You feel calloused fingers grope your breasts and ass as you hold Duncan close to you. His lips slip from yours and dive to your breasts. The sucking sensation elicits a small moan from you as a tingling deep in your belly starts to form.

Your mind gets lost in the pleasure, time doesn’t seem real, none of your surroundings are. It’s just you and him. Duncan’s fingers hurriedly undo your belt and pull down your jeans. A finger gently brushes over your sensitive bud and your aching cunt. You whine at loss of friction but your fragile underwear is swiftly removed by large hands. Duncan rubs his fingers over your clit harshly in large circles, his fingers sticky with your wetness. Your body yearns for more, his fingers just aren’t enough.

“Fuck me, fuck me Duncan.” With that Duncan turns you over, your stomach flat on the surface and lifts up your leg. You hear spit come from Duncan's and start to feel a stretching sensation as he slowly inserts himself inside of your sopping cunt.

The sound of slapping skin and Duncan pushing deeper into your throbbing wet pussy fills the air of the old cabin in the woods. Duncan has you bent over a wooden table in the living, his rough hand holds one of your thighs on the table while the other is pressed against your back. His thrusts are rough and animalistic, your ass stings as he snaps his hips into you. Duncan moves his hand from your back to your mouth, holding it open with a few fingers. You moan as you taste his fingers, a mixture of cigarettes and sweat collide in your mouth. He’s impossibly deep inside you but you still want more of him. Your clit throbs impatiently, begging for more than just the passing friction. You try to move your hand down to release the tension building in your sensitive bud but Duncan quickly puts a stop by letting go of your thigh and grabbing both your hands and pinning them behind your back.

“Only I get to touch you,” he breathed into your ear. Unable to respond, you let out a small whimper as your body succumbs to your building orgasm. The tingling deep in your body starts to bubble up to the surface. Duncan grunts as you clench around his girthy cock. He quickly turns you on your back, his hands wandering up your stomach to your breasts. You can see the lust in his lidded eyes, he's drunk off of it. His mouth is partially open letting out heavy breaths. His hair falls just past his eyes. He’s dazed with desire as he grabs both your thighs, spreading them apart before reinserting himself inside.

He quickly resumes his pace, slamming uncaringly into your g-spot. Your exceedingly wet pussy causes him to slip in and out of you which prolongs your much-needed orgasm. Your cunt is so sore from the lack of climax but Duncan won’t let you relieve yourself. He folds your legs towards you, pushing himself impossibly deep. Your orgasm undoes you. Your body feels like you dropped off a cliff. Your stomach hitches as the weight of your body feels released.

“Oh god yes, Duncan, fucking shit,” you scream. Your stomach tenses as Duncan continues to fuck you. His lower stomach is glazed with the evidence of your climax, his cock is white with your slick. The quick pace Duncan had been going at gets sloppy as he begins to unravel.

“Come here,” Duncan says, pulling you off the table. He positions you on your knees as he towers over you. You get a brief glimpse of his erection before he shoves himself deep inside your mouth. He uses your mouth as his personal fuck toy, grabbing fistfuls of your braids as he jams himself down your throat. You gag as he hits your uvula. Saliva spews from your mouth down to your breasts and your perked nipples. Duncan's thrusts get lazier and lazier as his breath gets shallow. With one final push, he releases into your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat and you let out a last gag as he backs out of your mouth. You’re a mess; your edges are frizzy, you’re covered in spit and cum, and your jaw aches terribly. You look up at Duncan, mouth still open. He grabs a towel from the kitchen and wipes your face and chest clean. You look for your phone but can’t find it and just decide to scrape up the intact pieces of your clothing and put them on.

Your underwear was rendered useless but the rest of your clothes are still wearable.

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The next morning is an awkward mess of emotions. You try to tip-toe Duncan as best you can but he is quick to start a conversation over breakfast.

"Do you still want me to take you to the next town?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought you might have found somewhere to stay for a while. The next town is not much better. And wandering around secluded areas isn't very safe for a young woman," Duncan stares at you over his coffee mug.

"I don't know, I don't really want to live on someone's couch."

"You could always live in my bed."

Oh.

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taehyungsgrowl · 4 years

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Here goes: wanted to request something for girls like me who are kinda chubby/thicc. Idk, I just read a few fics in the fandom where the Reader’s heavily implied/stated to be this super confident model who’s a size 0 (nothing wrong w/that but I can’t relate). I guess I’m asking for some body-positive fluff/smut that shows that everybody deserves lovin’. (Yes I’m living vicariously through Y/N oop lol).

Hi babe!

We love inclusivity on sojournmichael.tumblr.com 😤

Here’s a little smut piece based off of the sentence: “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” from a prompt request list.

Featuring Mr. Shepherd, of course.

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Duncan stood in his kitchen, tapping his fingertips against the cold marble countertop. He was in nothing but his tight boxer briefs as he searched for something to have for breakfast.

You woke up when you felt the warmth of his body was missing from your side. After you got up and went to the bathroom you were off to find where Duncan had gone.

“Morning,” you offered a sleepy smile as you walked into the kitchen.

“Morning,” he walks around the counter and places his hands on your hips. He noticed you trying to pull your shirt down to hide yourself, making his shake his head and stop you from covering yourself. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in this kitchen until you walked in.” the smugness in his tone dripped out of the smirk he gave you.

All he can do is chuckle as he noticed the embarrassment wash over your face. You were flattered, really. But Duncan always loved getting you so flustered.

He pushed you and had your trapped between his body and the counter. His blue eyes skimmed over your lips and down to your chest before meeting your own eyes. Duncan pushed his knee in between your legs and leaned forward to kiss you.

Nothing about it was rushed. It was slow and sensual. His tongue glided inside your mouth and tasted every part of it. Plush pink lips brushed over yours over and over making you dizzy.

His knee pressed against your panties; he moved it from side to side until a moan escaped your lips.

Duncan chuckled and pulled away by biting down on your lower lip and tugging it with him. His hands were on your waist and traveled down to grope your ass.

“Hop up, baby,”

“I - I can’t,” you felt the panic on your face as you thought of Duncan trying to life you up.

He shook his head, “You can do it. Hold on to me.”

“Dunc -”

“Y/N.” he interrupted. “I’m right here.”

You placed your hands on the counter and tried to push yourself up. As soon as you were able to get some leverage, you held on to Duncan’s shoulders for support and he grabbed on to your thighs to make sure your balance was steadied.

You let out a shaky laugh as you managed to get seated on his countertop.

He stood between your legs and carefully pulled your shirt off. He watched in a daze of your breasts were out freely. Duncan smiled at you and pecked your lips, “So beautiful, baby.”

His lips quickly started to travel down your body, peppering kisses all over your tummy.

Your hands grabbed on to his face to try and stop the attention he gave to your stomach, “Duncan,” you whined.

“Y/N,” he mocked your tone, smile in his voice. “Let me love you.”

He grabbed on to your thighs and spread your legs open. “Can’t wait to taste you, baby.”

Duncan hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled the down your legs. He noticed you squirming on the counter and flashed you a smile. His index finger made its was to your pussy to feel how wet you were. He collected your arousal on his finger and brought it to his lips to taste.

“Taste so good,” he lowered himself until he was eye level with your dripping pussy. He nestled his face in between your thighs and held on to them, his fingers digging into your skin.

His warm wet tongue swiped a long stripe down your core, coating his tongue in your wetness. He repeated his action a few more times until his tongue found your clit.

“Oh God,” you moaned out, your back arching with each trick of his tongue.

He mumbled against your pussy, curling his tongue inside of you. Your legs wrapped around him, instinctively and Duncan just about came in his pants from having your thighs wrapped around him. He grabbed on to them tighter and sucked harshly on your clit.

“Fuck, Duncan,” you tugged on his hair which resulted in a low desperate groan out of him.

“Cum, baby,” he pulled away from your cunt and bit down on your inner thigh, “Cum for me,” he returned back mouth back to your most sensitive area, licking and sucking, and kissing you until your legs were shaking.

It wasn’t long before you allowed the release to wash over you.

Duncan licked every inch of you clean.

When he finished he started a trail of kisses up your body - showering your tummy and breasts with so much love.

He took your nipple into his mouth and suckled on it gently while holding eye contact with you.

“Who needs coffee with this wake up call?” you giggled grabbing on to his hair and pulling him up for a kiss.

I HOPE U LIKE THIS, FRIEND!

#yall remember when it was goin around the fandom that some people didnt want people to write about plus size reader.. yike jdfnsjf #rpwithjayn #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd smut #hoc #cody fern

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littleangel4996 · 5 years

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Rejected no more

Werewolf! Duncan Shepherd X plus size shy! reader

Summary: Rejected all your life but what happens when the alpha, Duncan Shepherd finds you as his mate?

Warning: Past Rejection, comfort, fluff, smut, breast play, Cunnilingus(female receiving)

Y/n P.O.V

You're too thick

Your eyes are two different colors freak

I don't dig shy girls

Let me know when you've changed your appearance to a Kardashian then maybe I'll mate with you.

Lose the gut

Imagine someone telling you that you're imperfect. I have been told these shameful words all my life when ever I sense him, my mate. The beast to my moon. My grandma told me one day the right mate will find me and accept me for who I am. I tried to believe my dear grandmother's words but it just hurt so much that I couldn't think about it anymore. My inner wolf talks to me when I'm in my deepest sad thoughts. It kinda helps when I'm talking to her. I've worked at my grandma's diner as a waitress and yes I have to wear the pink and white dress, one of her dress codes. She also says I look cute in it. Please, I look like a fat gumball. I walked over to a table of two ready to take their order until I noticed a familiar kind welcoming face.

"(Y/n)!" Anette exclaimed as she got up from the booth giving me a warm welcoming hug. Anette Shepherd and her tribe have been great allies to the (y/l/n) tribe. Eversince the Underwoods slaughtered my family as I was about to join them when I was nine years old, Anette took Frank's life before he could take mine.

"Hello Anette, how are you?" I asked.

"Oh fine, just spending the day with my son. You've met Duncan yes?" Yes I have. Duncan Shepherd, the alpha of the Shepherd tribe. I very rarely talk to Duncan because when I'm around him and when grandma and Anette encourage me to talk to him it's always awkward between us, him being the alpha. He's staring up at me, he probably wants me to stop chatting with his mom and take their order. Annette took her seat.

"Okay umm, would you like anything to drink or ready to-" I felt a hand on my wrist it was Duncan . `Oh no, I hope I didn't do anything wrong' I thought to myself as Duncan stood up above me leaning in too close for my comfort.

Is he sniffing me? Oh my moon please not again please don't tell me he's my-

"Mate" he finished my sentence of thought .

"Wow you are so-"

"Ugly? Fat? Freak?Shy?" I cut him off not looking at him.

"I was actually going to say-"

"I know what you were going to say" I yanked my hand away from him still not looking up at him. " you don't want to have a fat girl as your mate. I don't I want to hear it from you" I cried, taking off running out of the diner. I ignored the calls from my grandma and Annette as I got into my car and drove away to my quiet place.

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The Forest has always calmed me down when I'm upset, the lake makes it feel more calmer when I look at it's beauty. Grandma and Anette tried calling me like a hundred times. Right now I just want to stay here for a bit and then I'll go back to my sad life. I don't know how long I've been here do to my crying on the hood of my car.

"He's here" my inner wolf told me. I don't know what she's talking about until I smelled the scent of...MY MATE?!?.

I turned around to see him. Duncan fucking Shepherd. He still looked the same when I left the diner in a panic. Blue-grey jacket and wearing all black. "Go ahead" I whispered, still looking down. " Say that I'm not your mate". Duncan walks up to me and did something that none of my ungrateful mates had done. He pulls me off the hood and wraps me in his warm embrace, petting my (y/c/h). I wanted to push away and drive away from him but all I did caved into his embrace and let the tears fall down my cheeks. " My Moon, why would you think I'd reject something so beautiful?" He asked. I was too scared to look at him, afraid he'll disappear and I'll be left alone with no mate. He lifted my chin up, still having my eyes shut.

"Look at me" he pleaded, I shook my head.

"As your mate I am asking you to let me see your eyes. Now" he growled at the last part.

"Trust him, he's the right one I know it" I listened to my inner wolf's thoughts and slowly opened my eyes to reveal my natural eye and my (y/f/c) eye. He examined both of my eyes and said "beautiful". Then he leaned his lips on my own as I was taken aback but I start to melt in his kiss. I couldn't believe Duncan Shepherd, The Duncan Shepherd is kissing me for the first time. I'm having my first kiss with Duncan fucking Shepherd. This kiss feels so real like an electrical force going through my body. We both pulled back as we placed our heads together.

"My precious mate, allow me to show you how beautiful you truly are to me" he husked. He picks me up, setting me on the hood of my car and pushing me down where I lay looking up at the sky.

"Duncan, please be gentle. I'm still a virgin" I confessed. He stopped what he was doing and placed a gentle peck on the cheek.

"My Moon, I would have to take your virginity another time. Right now I want to pleasure your breasts" he places a hand on my right one "and" he trails his hand down and placing it on my sensitive part where I gasped. "Your pussy with my fingers ," he whispered seductively into my ear. He starts to remove his jacket then his shirt revealing his toned body as my cheeks turned red at the sight of his glories. No wonder he's the alpha. "You like what you see baby" he said smirking.

"Sorry" I looked away and turned my face towards his and began to kiss me. He gently nipped at my lip, perfect time to stick his tongue in my mouth then I pulled back gently. "I've never done a French kiss before " I shyly said.

"You kiss the top of the lips, the bottom of the lips" he showed me by doing how it's done. "Then graze your tongue between the lips and slowly add a little tongue" he grazed his tongue and slides it in my mouth, this time I don't pull back. He lays me down on the hood with his lips still pressed on mine then trails down my neck to my cleavage with his tongue. He looked up with his ocean blue eyes giving me this devilish grin and rips open my dress. I was wearing a strapless bra and he slowly start to slide down my bra.

"Your tits are so" he growled at the last part as he kissed his way to my left breast licking around the nipple then starts to suck on it while his other hand tweaks my right nipple.

"Oh my God, Duncan more" I breathed, running my fingers through his golden-brown hair giving it a small tug. He tugged my nipple lightly letting it go and starts to give the same treatment to my right breast. My pussy was aching for him, I could feel my panties getting wet. He abandoned my breast, sliding his hand down to lift my dress up touching my soaked panties. He hummed in approval.

"Tell me what you want, goddess. Say it and I'm all yours".

"Please Duncan, please make me feel good" I pleaded, biting my lip. Duncan pushed up my dress to my hips. Revealing my baby pink panties to him. He looked up at me licking his lips as he pulled down my with his teeth dragging them down my legs. Once he takes them off he pressed the pink fabric to his nose inhaling them like it had febreeze on them and groaned in response then tucks them in his pocket . "I'm gonna make you mine, (y/n). My mate forever." After he pecked me on the lips he went down to give a kiss on pussy and swirls his tongue around like I'm the sweetest lollipop from the candy store. Duncan spreads my folds and starts to suck on clit, making my back arched up.

"Holy fuck Duncan" I moaned.

"Fuck you taste like the forbidden fruit, baby" he moaned at the taste of my juices flowing.

I moaned as I ground my pussy against his mouth. He smiled and kept eye contact with me, and then plunged his tongue inside me and lapped up my juices and then slid his tongue up to flick at my clit. After plunging his tongue in my pussy, Duncan slides one finger inside me and pumped his index finger slowly.

" You want more, baby" he looked up at me, his mouth glistening with my juices. I shook my head yes and adds a second finger. My pussy clenched around his wonderful fingers, and that made him smile. He curled it upward and found my g-spot and I gasped. He speeded up his movements and sucking on my clit at the same time. If there is a God, then Duncan Shepherd is definitely a God. And I'm getting finger-fucked by one. I could feel my orgasm building up and Duncan can sense it.

"You ready to cum for me, sweetheart huh"

"Yes Duncan yes, please make me cum!" I said out loud for the whole forest to hear.

"Go ahead baby, cum for me. I wanna taste you. Now" he groaned and that's all I needed to make me cum and I screamed his name, shaking from the pleasure I was given. Duncan made sure no drop of juice on my area was left behind. Duncan pulls me up wrapping his arms around me as I tried to breath. "Breath my love, you did so well. You are so special to me beautiful" and placed his lips on my own, tasting myself on him.

"(Y/n)"

"Yes, Duncan".

"Umm you might wanna take your car to get it washed," he said. I gave him a quizzical look until I looked down and my car was stained with my cum then laughed. Duncan takes the rest of my clothing off and he does the same as he picks me up from the hood of my car bridal style taking me towards the lake. He puts me down gently, guiding me with his hand on my own to the water. As the water touches our waist and Duncan cups my face.

"I promise my moon goddess, to always be loyal to you, trustworthy and a great mate to you. Your grandma had told me about all your past mates who rejected your true beauty. I promise to love you for who you are" I almost tear up at his speech then kisses me again. I'm really lucky for Duncan to have found me and accepted me as his mate.

A/n: here's another one shot after I posted the other one-shot of Duncan. I want to thank @emmyrosee for encouraging me to do this one-shot and @dyns33 for encouraging me to do one-shots and thank you all for your support. I'm staying at my dad's and grandma's house with my brother and won't come home until labor day so I'm taking a 3 day writing break. Thank you love you all😘😘😘😘😘.

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years

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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

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so-langdon · 5 years

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Cracks - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader

Summary: After finding out the news of being adopted, Duncan goes to Y/N for comfort.

Warnings: Third person POV, fluff, angst, sad! Duncan, some swearing

A/N: I’ve never been interested in watching House of Cards, but I just watched season six, purely for Duncan, and even then I skimmed through and only watched the Duncan scenes loll. So if anything seems off from the actual story, pls forgive

Also will post the next chapter of Innocence Meets Corruption sometime next week hopefully!! :))

“You know, she told me to ask you something,” Duncan spoke towards his mother. “She told me to ask you where I came from,” he adds, an expression of hesitation and potential betrayal registering on his face.

The look on Annette’s face was all it took for Duncan to realize the reality. The confirmation of what Claire's questions meant when telling Duncan to ask Annette of where he came from; asking him of the first memory he had of his mother.

He knew now. Especially as Annette stalked back down the hall into the other room, demanding Seth to put out the headline of Claire's abortion of sixteen weeks, completely ignoring Duncan’s questioning.

Duncan was as put together as he looked. He was confident, composed and self-assured. He was handsome, intelligent, smooth and charismatic. He knew how to do his job and he knew how to do it well. He knew all of this about himself. He might come off as arrogant to some, but he was just self-aware, humbly enlightened of his wealth, power and position.

But one seemingly little mistake, and it was desolation for him and his so called family.

Just before questioning Annette of where he came from, his “uncle” Bill was throwing a tantrum of sorts. Duncan was being insulted, not just of his intelligence and choices, but whole being it seemed. It wasn’t like Duncan to get caught up in the emotions. But he couldn’t help that his uncle’s prior words of saying, “This towel is smarter than you,” “Seth is smarter than you,” “The sweat on my brow is smarter than you, Duncan,” seemed to hurt him in a way that normally wouldn’t have.

And now to add to that was his family was not even his actual family. Not really, not anymore, it seemed.

It was taking a difficult toll on him. His “uncle’s” words, plus finding out this family secret within such a short about of time was upsetting him more than he liked to admit. He wasn’t sure how to handle or react to any of it.

The only thing that came to mind regarding all this was he wanted to talk to a friend of his. Sort of a friend. The only person he could think of wanting to confide to that could be of any help or comfort was Y/N.

He’d met her a few years ago when out with a mutual group of friends for the evening. The friend group had planned on going out for a good time, wanting to get some drinks, relax and have fun. Y/N shared the same friends Duncan had, though the two had never personally met before until then.

Once out that night with their group of mutual friends and meeting each other, they hadn’t exactly clicked as everyone might have hoped. Duncan and Y/N were sarcastic and feisty towards each other, firing comebacks constantly back and forth, seeming to argue on everything: Which restaurant to attend, which bars to hop, what round of shots to order.

Their bickering was endless, but it somehow worked. Their constant back and forth was amusing, obvious teasing, though you’d never catch them sitting side by side or having just a friendly chat. Not when there was always something for them to argue about. You could say they were “frenemies,” having a love/hate relationship.

Nonetheless, no matter the amount they argued, there were times they could be civil and tolerate each other. Duncan also knew how kind and compassionate Y/N was. And this is what made him want to reach out to her in this distressing time of his life.

Taking a drive over to Y/N’s apartment once Duncan left the presence of his “mother” and “uncle”, he realized an impatience growing in him. He hurried, wanting to arrive to her doorstep as soon as he could, wanting to speak with her quickly. He felt himself deteriorating mentally over all that had happened to him within the last few hours and felt Y/N was his only outlet.

Duncan found himself knocking on her door quite frantically as he arrived, recognizing he needed to try and contain his composure before being greeted by the girl. He didn’t need to hear any teasing or bickering about his desperate knocking. Any teasing for that matter was the last thing he needed at this moment. But it was a risk he was willing for to see Y/N.

Duncan held his breath when hearing the locks of the door being unlocked. Whatever breath he held escaped his body when she answered the door. Though she narrowed her eyes at his presence, obviously confused, he couldn’t help but find her so gorgeous where she stood. Wearing a black over-sized band tee and black leggings, she looked adorably comfy and alluring all at once. It wasn’t unusual that he found himself drawn and attracted to her, but he always had to keep himself contained considering the type of relationship they had.

“Duncan Shepherd,” she spoke, almost sarcastically. “To what do I owe this,” she looked him up and down. “Pleasure?”

It’s caught her off guard with seeing Duncan, standing with his obvious fit and tall frame, broad shoulders, and brunette hair pushed back in a way that always had her trying not to stare for too long. She usually liked a clean shaven face, but the stubble on Duncan’s face always had her stomach flipping, and she dreaded the day he would shave it off, if ever. The way he carried himself, with such a dominant confidence, she often found herself trying not to blush over his handsome looks. Not to mention his gorgeous blue piercing eyes that always took her breath away.

“Thought we could have a bit of a chat,” Duncan spoke collectedly. “A chat, really,” she starts, not believing him. He stared back at her casually. “I know you better than that,” she crosses her arms. “I know there has to be some ulterior motive.” Duncan shakes his head nonchalantly. “What is it? Need extra people to attend some charity ball your family is holding? Or need more support for a Shepherd’s Foundation project? Because if so, I’m not interes--” “No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Duncan waves off. “I, I know this is.. out of the ordinary, but I thought we could.. hang out?” Duncan says laid-back. Y/N narrows her eyes. “Hang out,” she repeats confused. Duncan nodded. “Uh.. Are you sure there isn’t some other reason?” “Why? Is it so hard to believe I’d want to hang out with you?” Duncan asks questioningly. She laughs a bit, “You’re kidding, right? You know how we are with each other.” Duncan doesn’t say anything. “Uhm,” she looks behind her as if she were to be looking at someone. “Am I interrupting anything,” Duncan asks, pushing sudden disappointment and even slight jealousy down his throat. Looking back at Duncan, she shakes her head. “No, no. I was just, um,” she pauses. She sighs. “Okay. Don’t laugh, but.. I was watching Twilight,” she drops her arms. “Twilight,” Duncan actually laughs genuinely. “It’s my guilty pleasure, alright,” she defends. “I always liked the movies when I was younger. Everyone hated on it to just be ‘cool,’ and I don’t know, the story isn’t that bad.” Duncan raises his eyes like he’s calling bullshit. “Shut up,” she glares. “I said don’t judge me.” “I would never,” Duncan says teasingly. “Whatever,” she waves him off. “You want to come in then, or not?” She stands back, gesturing inside for him. Duncan gladly steps in, Y/N closing the door behind as he enters. “I’ll turn the movie off now, for your sake. But I hope you realize you’re cutting into my ‘me time.’ So you owe me,” she points, walking off into her living room and turning the movie off. “I’m so flattered,” Duncan retorts sarcastically as he follows her. “You should be. Of all the people to show to my doorstep, and it’s you,” she adds, shaking her head as she walks again towards her kitchen. “Oh come on, Y/N. You know you like me,” Duncan teases as he continues to follow her. Y/N walks around to the far side of her kitchen, rolling her eyes. “You are my least favorite human on the planet, Duncan.” “Then why are you allowing me into your home and letting me disturb your beloved Twilight time?” He asks as he stands at the door frame of the room. “Because I’m a nice fucking person, Shepherd,” she fires back.

Duncan grins, their banter and disputing always border-lining playfulness, therefore he knows that if he annoys her profusely, she still doesn’t hate him, even if she says she does.

“Anything you’d like to drink,” Y/N asks, reaching for her cabinets and opening them to grab some glasses. “Whatever you’re having,” Duncan says as he steps further into the kitchen and pulls a chair out at the counter bar in the middle of the room. “How about a shot of Whiskey,” Y/N offers as she places the glasses on the counter in front of him. “I’ll definitely have a glass,” Duncan explains, sighing out discreetly.

Biting her tongue, she can see that there’s something bothering Duncan. She heard it in his tone. She curiously wonders to herself what it could be, wondering if that’s why he’s actually come over to see her, maybe to talk to her about it. It would make more sense somehow compared to Duncan just wanting to “hang out” so suddenly.

Pouring Duncan a shot of whiskey and sliding the glass over to him, he gladly takes the cup, downing the drink in one swallow. She pours herself a glass too, and takes a seat beside Duncan at the counter where he sits. She refills Duncan’s glass again but tells him to slow down with a soft laugh.

“So what’s bugging you,” she asks, holding the glass in her hand but not drinking as she looks over at him beside her. Looking at her with a narrowed expression, he shakes his head a bit. “Bugging me? Nothing’s bugging me,” he lies. “Oh please,” she rolls her eyes. “Yes there is. I can read it on your face.” Duncan looks over at her with an impassive expression. “Don’t try and hide it now. I know something is bothering you,” she points out.

Duncan came over here in the first place wanting to confide and vent to Y/N, knowing she’s a good listener and nonjudgmental. But as he sits with her now in her kitchen, he can’t bring himself to utter the words he wants to. So he pushes it all down, trying to drown out the day’s events instead.

“Nope,” Duncan says as he downs the second shot of whiskey, letting out a deep sigh afterwards. “Just, coming to hang out.” “Seriously,” Y/N mutters, not believing him. “Yep.” Y/N sighs, “Alright. Whatever you say, Duncan. Cheers then,” she raises her glass and brings it to her lips, drinking down her whiskey shot. “I thought you didn’t like whiskey?” He questions as he watches her drink.

Y/N hated whiskey, actually. The smell, the taste, the burn afterwards. It disgusted her. It didn’t make her feel good or give her any way of relaxing. She despised the liquor. But she always had a bottle around now because she knew Duncan liked it, and when their friends would come over to hang out for whatever reason, she wanted to have the bottle just in case Duncan showed too, like last time.

She wasn’t going to admit this to him though.

“It’s alright sometimes,” Y/N grits, trying to hold back on giving a disgusted face over the taste and burn of the whiskey. She looks over at him. “It’s an acquired taste that not everyone appreciates.” “Didn’t I tell you that after you had a sip of my drink once and threw up over it?” Duncan asks, smirking lightly. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she scoffs. “I didn’t throw up.” “You were practically dry heaving,” Duncan rolls his eyes. “You’re exaggerating. I had never tried it before, I just needed to get used to it.” “Mhm,” Duncan smiles. “Whatever you say, Y/N.” “Bite me, Duncan,” she rolls her eyes again, looking away.

Duncan doesn’t say anything as he grins and looks her up and down in her seat, taking in her outward appearance. Finding her as a mix of adorable and sexy, and loving how sassy and full spirited she could be with him, yet there was a sweetness to her too.

Looking back at Duncan, she asks, “So what actually brought you over here?”

Duncan’s grin fades, looking down at the empty glass of whiskey in front of him. He had almost forgot what was bothering him.

Pushing the glass away, he sighs, and pushes a hand through his brunette locks. He wanted to speak to Y/N so badly of the day’s events, but something in him had him refraining because he didn’t want to seem weak, or even unlovable, with telling her about the news. He wouldn’t want Y/N to think of him in those ways as it would potentially ruin any positivity she had for him, if there was any at all.

He shrugs, “I told you. Just wanted to hang out.” “Don’t give me that. We’re not exactly two peas in a pod,” she says. “Out of all the friends we have, and you decide to show up to my doorstep? To hang out?” Duncan brings a hand to his mouth, wiping away as if something were there. He looks away, trying to think of an excuse he can come up with that isn’t the truth. “Duncan,” Y/N says, bringing his focus back to her as he looks back at her. “What’s going on?” “I hadn’t seen you in awhile,” he tries to play off. She sighs out again. “Fine. Okay, I won’t pry. You don’t have to tell me what’s bothering you, why you showed up,” she starts. “But you can talk to me, about whatever, if you need, you know,” she adds, tone softening.

He knew he could talk to her, which was the whole point of why he showed up. But he became more fearful in telling her what was going on the longer he sat there in front of her. Part of him desperately wanted to vent to her, to let out everything, but the other part kept him on lock down, refusing to let him speak.

His mind seemed to be racing with conflicting choices, adding to his distress of the day’s earlier events. “I think I need another shot,” he laughs lightly without humor, reaching over for the bottle of whiskey on the counter in front of them.

“Dude,” Y/N says, stopping his hand and pushing the bottle further away from him. “No, chill. Take it easy. Let me get you some water. I don’t need you to be the one dry-heaving after too many glasses.” Duncan can’t help but smile a bit over her words as she in-directs about her first experience with the drink.

After getting him a glass of water, Duncan thanks her, appreciating the refreshing drink and taking a long sip of the cool beverage, breathing out after. “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can see how whatever it is that’s bothering you is getting at you more and more the longer you’re here,” Y/N points out, trying to coax it out of him.

Duncan holds his breath for a moment. He did come all the way over here to vent to her, but should he really open to her, he wonders to himself. He knows he has nothing to be apprehensive about, but he can’t help but worry about what she will ultimately think. Yet, he knows he can trust her.

He sighs out after a quiet moment. He looks over at her, his eyes looking clouded and somewhat dispirited.

“Duncan,” she speaks softly, narrowing her eyes with sorrow, seeing a transition in his eyes. Usually his eyes are so lively, enticing, and ready to fire back with a comeback to match hers, but they’re dismal now. She reaches a hand over, covering his as it rests on the counter. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” She asks, her tone genuine and gentle. He glances at her hand on his before he shakes his head. Her touch is warm and caring, and it causes a stir in his chest. He looks back at Y/N, half-shrugging, “No, not really.” “What’s wrong,” she turns to him in her seat, facing him. “What happened?” He sighs out. “You can talk to me,” Y/N assures. “I know. I know I can,” Duncan begins. “It’s.. why I came over here,” he admits. Y/N nods a bit. She’s upset Duncan is obviously upset and has something bothering him. But she can’t ignore the fact that it makes her happy that Duncan chose her to trust with confiding to. “For some reason,” a reason Duncan wasn’t ready to admit, “I knew out of everyone in my life, you would be the most trustworthy and honest, actually,” he shakes his head again, looking away. Y/N thinks over his chosen words. “Did someone you trust betray you,” she asks. “’Betray,’” he laughs. “That’s a word for it.” “What is it? What is it that happened? Did someone do something?” “It’s what they didn’t do,” he looks back at her, scrunching his nose as he sniffs. Y/N looks at him, keeping quiet, but her expression encouraging him to talk. “I, um,” Duncan starts. She raises her eyes, her expression tender as she waits for Duncan to continue speaking. Duncan bites his tongue, but then sighs out. “I found out I.. I’m adopted,” he states sorrowful. Y/N’s eyes widen a bit, taking in the sudden words from Duncan. “Oh, wow. Um,” she trails off, trying to figure out the proper response to give. “It’s not that. Not completely,” Duncan leans back in his chair. “It’s the fact that my own ‘mother’ didn’t have the audacity to tell me herself, and that when I did find out, she didn’t bother explaining or, or... or to even console me about it,” he looks at her despairingly, “like it meant nothing,” Duncan breathes out. “What do you mean,” she narrows her eyes, trying to make sense of his words. “Fuck,” Duncan mumbles, closing his eyes for a second. He hates how vulnerable he is now in front of her. Looking away, he stands up. “I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have shown up, told you anything. I’m sorry, I’ll go,” he says, walking out of her kitchen without another look. “Duncan, wait,” Y/N stands up too, following after him. “Hold on Duncan,” she calls. Rushing after him, she grabs his shoulder before he reaches the door, turning him back to her. He looks away like he couldn’t care less. “Give me a minute, give me a second to listen to you, okay? I’m not judging you, I’m not gonna tell anyone anything about your business. You know that.” “That’s not my concern,” he looks at her. “I just know it, it’ll give you more of a reason to hate me probably. I mean, my own ‘family’ doesn’t care about me apparently, so why would you?” “Duncan, of course they care, they,” she trails off, stopping, trying to find the right words to say. “I, I can’t understand what you’re talking about unless you tell me everything that happened.” “I don’t want to talk about everything that happened. I’m trying to block it out of my mind, Y/N,” Duncan exclaims. Y/N nods, “Right, okay, you’re right, I’m sorry. I know. I should know that. I just, I don’t know how to help without knowing the full story.” “You don’t have to fucking know everything,” he calls, gesturing a hand out. “Maybe just, I don’t know, just,” he trails off, shaking his head. He just wanted to be told he was worth an explanation, told it would be okay, to just be held, to have someone to hold onto. Releasing a deep breath, he brings his hands to his face, trying to hide the fact that his eyes are beginning to water. “Duncan, hey, it’s okay,” she speaks softly, stepping over. She reaches up to grab his wrists, pulling gently on them until he drops them with hers to expose his sorrowful face. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, we don’t need to talk about it. I’m here. I’m here for you, whatever you need. I’m here.”

With her hold still on Duncan’s wrists, she brings them to wrap around her shoulders as she closes the space between them and wraps her arms around his torso.

She hugs him, her hold tight but not constricting, her hands trailing gently along his back soothingly. Her hold comforting, and safe, giving Duncan a sense of security he didn’t realize he had been craving.

He begins to wonder if this is how all her hugs felt. The two always greeted with a snarky hello or teasing wave. They were never close enough to be personal with each other, much less to even hug. It’s why this whole situation was confusing and a bit difficult, to be unguarded like this.

Tightening his own hold around Y/N, he nuzzles his face into her hair and the crook of her neck, as if he’s trying to hide away from the world. He sighs into her hold, taking in her embrace, feeling a solace in Y/N that he had never felt before with anyone. Not with any of his “family,” past relationships, other friends, no one. It confused him, adding to the bewilderment of why something in him wanted to reach out to her in the first place. But ultimately, Duncan was more than thankful to his own self for making the decision to come see her.

Duncan was still perplexed at how Y/N had managed to calm him down. He seemed to be breaking down earlier when starting to shout at her a bit. The day’s events were starting to overcome him. But once he had her hold around him, it was like a release, a breath of fresh air for him. He could breathe again, think clearly, felt he was alright and cared for.

Y/N lured him to the couch, causing him to sit beside her while she tucked her feet underneath her. She let Duncan take his time with opening up to her.

As he gradually began to open up, he felt more of a relief flooding him, finally letting out everything that had happened. He told her how once actually asking his “mother” where he was from, he knew it was true he was adopted from the way she reacted. It hurt him to know that he had been lied to, but it hurt more when Annette didn’t bother to talk to him.

“She didn’t even fucking say anything to me. She just stormed off to Seth and yelled about wanting to put out the headline of Claire’s fucking abortion. It was like she didn’t even care how it was impacting me, just wanted to get her stupid revenge, or whatever,” Duncan glared, fighting back tears for a minute as he recalled the earlier events of the day. “You deserve better,” she tells him. “You deserved more respect, and reasoning, more than what you got,” Y/N explains, holding his hand in her lap.

The comforting touch of her hand with his had him hesitating on what to say next. She rubbed soft circles against his skin, her warm-hearted spirit coursing through his mind as he imagined his next move.

Glancing from their hands to her face, he studied her eyes, desperately wanting to know what was going through her mind as all of this unfolded. Her eyes were pure, showcasing an emotion he didn’t know how to interpret.

Even as his eyes flickered around her face, glancing over her lips on more than one occasion, he didn’t know how to read her expression. But he started reading more into his own feelings instead, figuring he should discover what he’s feeling instead of trying to figure her out first.

“I’m sorry this happened to you, in this way,” Y/N added apologetically. “If there’s anything more I can do, let me know. I’ll listen to you all night if I need to.”

Duncan’s eyes glance over her face again for a moment before he forces himself to look away. The kindness in her voice, the beauty she radiated, he had to look away from her in order to not lean over and kiss her. The crave he felt in him, of wanting his lips against hers, it was an unending greediness he realized he had always felt for her but was too afraid to think upon.

“Does this mean I can start campaigning for you to be more liberal now,” Y/N says teasingly. Duncan laughs a bit, smiling as he looks back at her. “Really? That’s your concern now?” Y/N grins a bit, “No. I just wanted to make you smile.” Duncan rolls his eyes, still smiling. “See, it worked though,” she points, laughing a bit as she looks over at him with a look of fondness. “You have a great smile. It lights up any room,” she breathes out sheepishly. Duncan’s smile fades a bit, only because her words catch him off guard. The compliment causes his heart to beat faster inside of his chest. “You’re one to talk. Your smile is beautiful, really it’s my favorite thing about you.” Y/N raises her eyes. “Well. One of my favorite things about you,” he adds. Y/N flushes a bit, biting on her lip as she fights her own urge to lean over and kiss him, too. “I should probably get going,” Duncan says flatly. “I don’t want to take up too much of your night,” he stands, knowing he needs to leave before he does something stupid, like kiss her, considering he really wants to. Y/N stands up too. “It’s not really a big deal. You’re always welcomed over here,” she explains with a casual tone. She didn’t want Duncan to leave. But she couldn’t show any disappointment or honesty about it. She didn’t know Duncan didn’t want to leave her either.

As Y/N walks him to her door, she crosses her arms as Duncan opens it, but turns back to her.

“Thanks for tonight. I.. really appreciated it,” Duncan tells her sincerely. Y/N nods, “Of course. I’m here for you, whenever. About whatever.” Duncan nods too. He looks over her frame, wishing he could stay longer, wishing she’d ask him to stay, wishing he would just admit the feelings he has for her as he’s starting to accept them as the seconds pass. As his eyes look over her face, an unintentional smile grows on his face. “What,” Y/N asks, raising her eyes. Duncan hesitates, shaking his head. “Nothing. Just.. You’re really great,” he says, looking at her adoringly. Y/N smiles. “Get home safely. Call me if you need anything.” Duncan gives a nod. “I will.” “Good night,” she adds.

Duncan takes a step away, Y/N stepping forward to close the door after she sees him off. But as she looks up at him as he steps back over to her she looks at him confused. Duncan leans over, and smoothly presses his lips to her cheek sweetly.

The simple, innocent touch of his lips against her skin, the feel of his stubble along her, has her heart fluttering in a way she never figured possible. “Good night, Y/N,” Duncan smiles as he pulls away, a hint of a smirk residing on his face. He steps away, heading for his car, leaving Y/N with prominent rosy cheeks that were impossible to miss, even in the nightfall.

Watching Duncan leave, she knew deep down that the feelings she had for him were far more than just friendly or playful. It worried her as she felt Duncan wouldn’t ever return the same feelings.

But she still couldn’t help but wonder that maybe if she filled the cracks in his heart, he would fill the same cracks in hers too someday.

#Duncan Shepherd #Duncan Shepherd x reader #House of Cards #House of Cards season six #House of Cards season 6 #Duncan Shepherd x fem! reader #duncan shepherd x fem reader #duncan shepherd imagine #duncan shepherd story #duncan shepherd fanfic #duncan sheperd #michael langdon imagine #Michael Langdon fanfic #Michael Langdon oneshot #Michael langdon one shot #Michael Langdon x reader #duncan shepherd oneshot #duncan shepherd one shot

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katiekitty261 · 5 years

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So here’s what I’m working on-

Fwb Chapter 3

Michael Langdon x Plus-size!reader

Duncan Shepherd x plus-size!reader

Michael Tummy riding blurb (I will....post this...)

And a bunch of other shit, but look for these soon 💕

#michael langdon #cody fern #ahs #duncan shepherd #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon x reader #duncan shepherd imagine #duncan shepherd x reader

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ritualmichael · 6 years

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Masterlist

smut 18+, please respect that. requests are closed. dont repost my fics anywhere.

Michael Langdon:

“The Touch” - Michael Langdon (completed)

part one

part two

part three

part four

“Leave” - Michael Langdon

part one

part two

part three (nsfw)

Headcanons:

artist!michael

sleepy/tired!michael

drunk!michael

hungover!michael

taking care of michael

michael x reader relationship

michael takes care of sick reader

relationship with plus-size reader

relationship with short!reader

relationship with tall!reader

choking his s/o

Michael x Reader one shots:

picnicking with michael

“Red Handed” (nsfw)

scruffy!michael

“Dreams” (nsfw)

“Stress Relief” (nsfw)

“By His Side” (nsfw)

“Breakfast in Bed”

“Caught” (nsfw)

“High For This” (nsfw?)

“Alone Time” (nsfw)

Michael x Boyfriend:

3 part headcanon

Michael x Gallant:

fluffy blurb

headcanon

Jim Mason:

“Sweet” (Sub!Jim/nsfw)

“Midnight City”

Duncan Shepherd:

duncan x female reader smut

house hunting (nsfw)

“Internship” (male reader)

“Intership Pt. 2”

Foursome AU:

Lost Soul (Duncan x Jim)

Lost Soul pt 2

Lost Soul pt 3

Lost Soul pt 4

Lost Soul pt 5.1

Lost Soul pt. 5.2 (final)

mini blurb

random headcanon

jim say ily hc

asks found under #foursome tag

blurbs, asks, random things:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50,

#updated #masterlist #michael langdon #michael langdon headcanon #michael langdon fanfiction #ahs #ahs apocalypse #american horror story #american horror story: apocalypse #apocalypse #headcanon #headcannon #fanfiction #miniseries #the touch

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wroteclassicaly · 4 years

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I’ve been feeling a lot of inspiration lately, so I’m gonna leave it up to y’all (if anyone still cares if I write, lmao?) what you wanna see from me. I have the following:

Ripe - Chapter two

Goodbye Means - Chapter two

Motion (plus sized reader x Jim Mason fic)

Listen To That - (the extended series version) Michael Langdon x Reader x Duncan Shepherd

Or something else? Any female characters x reader, other AHS characters, Xavier Plympton, even something from another fandom. Just hit up my ask box. ❤️

#kristenwrites #michael langdon x you #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon #xavier plympton #xavier plympton x reader #xavier plympton x you #xavier plympton fanfiction #jim mason #jim mason x reader #jim mason x you #duncan sheperd x reader #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x you #ahs fanfiction #michael langdon x reader x duncan shepherd

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Jealousy

Duncan x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1647 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Duncan’s gf getting upset over Courtney so she flirts with someone else to make him jealous

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Inviting you to participate in Total Drama Island a few weeks into the show had been Chris' idea.

He thought that it would be an interesting turn of events after seeing all the obvious chemistry between Duncan and Courtney. After all, what could be better for ratings than relationship drama.

Though, now that you were here, you had really started to rethink agreeing to this.

Everything had been on edge pending your arrival, mostly due to the fact that they weren’t sure what the surprise Chris had planned was. Though, when you stepped off the boat onto the deck, the jitters faded...for the most part.

The only person who even looked remotely excited was Duncan, your loving boyfriend who you’d missed dearly since he’d left to film this show in the first place.

“Oh hell yes!” he grinned, making his way over to your side as soon as he realized what was going on. This had to have been some kind of joke or maybe Chef had slipped something into his lunch today.

However, when he actually reached out to wrap his arms around you, all thoughts of strange acid trips faded away to just holding you against him. It had been way too long since he’d been anywhere near someone he could remotely tolerate, and it was nice.

You were his lady, after all.

“Hi baby, you miss me?” you smiled, laughing as he twirled you side to side in his arms, just trying to make peace with the fact that this was reality. He had been dreaming about this since he’d gotten on the boat, and it was really solid to get to see you.

It was nice.

Though,the two of you couldn’t hang out on the dock all day. You had come here for a reason, after all and you couldn’t just ignore that in favor of never leaving Duncan’s side.

As much as you wanted to.

“Of course I missed you. C’mon, I have some people you should meet” he suggested, taking your hand in his own before using that as leverage to yank you toward the rest of the cast.

Not that he got very far before Chris stopped you both.

“Not so fast you two. I think that’s my job” he cheesed, showing off his fake television host persona so aggressively that it nearly snapped your neck. It didn’t match anything of the man you’d spoken to over the phone to start this whole thing in motion.

Still, you did as he suggested, stopping in your tracks to let him do his thing.

“Campers, this is your special surprise...though it’s more of a surprise for Duncan than anything” he laughed, stopping for dramatic effect before continuing. “This is Y/N, Duncan’s girlfriend”

Everyone had put that together by now, but that didn’t stop the chorus of gasps and ‘booyah’s that came from the crowd in front of you. The girls were obviously sizing you up, while the boys were mouthing congratulations to their buddy.

...This was going to be fun.

Duncan'd had plenty of time to get established with these people in the past week or so, but all you knew about them was what you’d seen when the episodes go live every day and that wasn’t saying much.

You had made it a rule to not believe anything you saw until it was with your own two eyes. It was much simpler that way, and let you not have any bias from the jump.

However, that rule kind of disintegrated when you found yourself talking about Courtney.

You weren’t stupid, you had seen the obvious connection between the two of them. It usually wouldn’t have bothered you, of course, because you weren’t jealous in nature and you knew that Duncan couldn’t have been more in love with you.

Still, you couldn’t help yourself in this situation.

You had been at home missing him all this time while he was living it up on some island with some wannabe camp counselor. Anyone in their right mind would have been upset and you wouldn’t apologize for that.

Even though you simply smiled at her as you passed, holding tightly to Duncan’s hand as you did so.

Arguing with her wouldn’t do you any good.

Correction, arguing with her shouldn’t have done you any good. However, that didn’t mean that you were completely helpless to stop whatever it was that was going on between them.

...And there was only one way to do that.

You just had to make Duncan understand what you were feeling, and once he realized how awful it was, he would straighten up real quick. You were sure of it, but having a plan wasn’t enough to fix this.

You actually had to go through with it.

So, you swallowed the nausea building up in the back of your throat at the idea of what you were about to do and smiled. Chris had just told you all about a trust exercise that you would be doing this morning, and everyone got to choose their partner.

Naturally, Duncan assumed that you, his girlfriend, would want to participate with him but instead of meeting him at his side, you bypassed him completely.

Rather than jump into his arms like he’d been expecting, you found your way to Trent’s side.

You two hadn’t really talked in all your time here, but that didn’t matter to you. All you needed was to make a display out of today, and he was going to let you do that.

“Hey Trent, I was thinking that maybe you and I could be partners today” you hummed, smiling at him while also batting your eyelashes at him just for added effect. He looked shocked, as anyone would be at this point.

However, he nodded.

That was the best thing about Trent as far as you were concerned in this moment, because he didn’t think about what you were doing enough to even realize how bad of an idea it was.

...But you could.

You could practically feel Duncan glaring into the back of your head, finding it hard to believe that you were reacting this way. He didn’t get it, but that didn’t change the fact that he shrugged it off and made his way over to Courtney.

Two could play at this game.

Duncan had always told you that he wasn’t jealous, boasting that it wasn’t in his nature but you had never truly tested that theory until now. Though, to be fair, you had never had reason to.

In all the time that you and Duncan had been together, he had never even looked in the direction of another girl but something about Courtney changed that.

She just got to him in a way that no one else did and you hated it.

You weren’t jealous, you just weren’t, but it didn’t matter. All you could really think about was how mad you were over the fact that he didn't even put up a fight over you.

He could just be so frustrating, but that was fine, because you had the perfect partner for this whole thing.

...Or at least, you thought you had.

Everything was going fine until you got to the trust fall portion of the exercise, trying to build up to the final challenge. You closed your eyes and lent back, giving in fully to the process.

However, the second Trent’s hands met your skin, Duncan freaked out.

That just wasn’t cool.

“Hey man! Why don’t you back off?!” he yelled, shoving the scrawny male away from you. The action left you sitting in the sand of the beach but you didn’t care.

Instead, you focused more on the fact that Duncan was now holding Trent down to the ground, content with pummelling his face in for the offense. It was overkill, and everyone knew it, but they also couldn't stop it.

Duncan was, perhaps, the only person here who didn’t have a problem with fist fighting on television.

...But you weren’t going to let that happen.

Maybe it was your fault, you had put this on him after all. Trent didn’t know what he was getting set up for but you did. You knew that Duncan wouldn’t be able to handle it and you’d done it anyway.

In that way, you were definitely to blame.

“Duncan, Stop!” you urged, rushing over to their side to shove the man off. Trent hadn’t even done anything worthy of the shiner he’d have in the morning, not that Duncan cared.

Anything involving him touching you would have been too much.

“Yeah, let’s break it up you two” Chris chimed in, earning an eye roll from you at his late interjection. You all knew he wouldn’t have done anything had it not been for the clear issue it would cause.

Duncan wouldn’t have stopped until they had to cart Trent off to the hospital otherwise.

“Come on, you need to cool down” you urged, knowing that getting him as far away from this situation as possible would be best for everyone. Besides, you two clearly needed to talk.

You should have never done this in the first place. Granted, no one said that Duncan had to go on a punching spree either.

You just needed to clear the air.

Now, Duncan didn’t want to do as you asked. It was clear that no one could have really stopped him from rearranging this poser's facial structure, but it also wasn’t much of a question.

You weren’t asking him to leave and come with you, you were telling him that he needed to, and he was going to listen.

Even Duncan knew well enough to know that you wouldn’t ask twice. He just had to hope that it wasn’t going to be too bad once the two of you were behind closed doors.

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Beautiful

Duncan x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1351 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Heather makes the reader upset, but Duncan has just the remedy for her feelings.

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Heather was really getting under your skin today.

She had just been really out of line this morning, making comment after comment about everything from your clothes to your body and you were about to lose it.

You didn’t have any patience for it, especially not in the tight enclosed space of the girls cabin so you put on your shoes and left. In fact, you didn’t stop until you found yourself at the edge of the water.

It was vile and polluted but you didn’t care right now. Instead, you sat down on the shore in the cold sand and tried to keep your mind off of her cruel words.

She had no real reason to hate you so much, but that didn’t make it any easier to stop feeling bad about yourself. The words she said hurt, even if most of the time you didn’t believe them.

It was only natural that nasty things would hurt.

Still, you should have assumed that in such a crowded place, you wouldn’t get very far without someone interrupting you. Today, that person just so happened to be Duncan.

He had been carving things into the trees when he saw you walk past, and while he would usually ignore it, you looked pretty upset.

Something had obviously happened.

“Everything okay?” he called, his shoes in the sand alerting you to his

presence even before he could speak. Part of you hoped that if you lied, he would go away, but you knew better.

Duncan liked to pretend that he didn’t care about anything, but that wasn’t the case. If someone was hurting, he would always do anything he could to make it better.

It was just the kind of guy he was.

“Yeah, I just can’t handle Heather sometimes” you shrugged, keeping your eyes forward on the water hoping that he would go away. Though, just as you thought, as soon as the words left your lips, he sat.

He sat right beside you.

“What did she do now?” he wondered, only imagining what it could be.

It was no secret that she was kind of a bitch, but he couldn’t think of anything she could have to talk to you about. After all, you two weren’t even on the same level as far as he was concerned.

However, you knew differently.

“She likes pointing out everything she thinks is wrong with my body, because apparently I’m so heavy she’s worried about the island staying afloat” you allowed, rolling your eyes as you thought it over.

It didn’t even make any sense, something you realized as soon as you said it, but it still stung.

Insults didn’t really have to make sense as long as you knew the person spewing them hated you enough.

“What does she know anyway?” he scoffed, finding the fact that she would even venture to say something like that too low to even discuss. That was the weakest shit he’d ever heard.

...And Duncan knew his fair share about fighting words.

As far as insults went, that was weak but he wasn’t about to tell you that. He could see how much it had hurt you and that meant that right now wasn’t the right time to tell you all about what you could have said back.

Instead, he scooted a little closer to you and reached out to take your hand in his own.

It was a strange gesture coming from him but you didn’t fight it. Duncan was trying his best, and you could tell.

“I’m sorry she said that, that’s not cool” he sighed, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles lightly as he spoke. You two hadn’t really talked much during this whole thing, but Duncan had always thought you were really cool.

In fact, if he could get to know anyone, it would have been you. He just hadn’t had occasion to break the ice with you before today and this was just the thing.

As much as it sucked.

“Thanks, it’s not a big deal, not really” you shrugged, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last Heather had to say. You just had to come to terms with that.

Though, it did feel good to know that Duncan didn’t agree with her like you thought he might. For all you knew, he was just going to laugh at you like Lindsey and Beth had.

You just didn’t know him well enough to say that he wouldn’t.

“Don’t say that. It definitely is” he scoffed, finding it kind of silly that you would downplay it like that. Whatever Heather had going on was her business but she had no right to make you feel bad about yourself over it.

It wasn’t right.

There was silence between you for a second as you thought about what he had said, and everything else that had led to this moment. It was only a few minutes but it was enough time for Duncan to make a decision.

If Heather and the others were so hellbent on making you feel bad about yourself, maybe it was time someone put that much effort into making you feel good.

“I think you’re beautiful”

It shocked both you and Duncan as the words escaped his lips but neither of you motioned to do anything about it. You thought that maybe he was lying to make you feel better.

He couldn't have meant it, right?

You hardly knew anything about each other, and you would hardly describe your outward appearance as beautiful. However, when you looked over at him for some sort of sign he was bluffing, you found nothing.

Not even that smirk you were so used to.

“What did you say?” you asked, unsure if maybe you’d heard him wrong. It must have been a misunderstanding, you just couldn't imagine that he meant it.

Not really.

Though, Duncan had no problem repeating himself.

As far as he was concerned, saying it once was the hard part and now that he had, saying it a million more times was no big deal.

“I said I think you’re beautiful” he repeated, this time letting that smirk slip onto his face as he looked at you, his eyes bouncing from your lips to your eyes and back down.

You and Duncan hardly knew each other, so you knew this was crazy, but in the moment, you didn’t care.

All you cared about right now was the fact that Duncan was the first person on this island to really spent time getting to know you and you liked that he had enough guts to tell you the truth.

It was really cool.

“Thanks, you really think so?” you wondered. You didn’t really want to ask that, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You couldn’t have predicted this happening in a million years, and it boggled your mind.

Not that it was the worst thing that could have happened.

Duncan was incredibly good looking, and you weren’t blind to that. You just found it hard to believe that a guy like him would ever give you a second look.

Though, maybe you were the one who was wrong.

Clearly, Duncan didn’t have any problems just wearing his feelings on his sleeve and you should have assumed he knew what he was feeling. It just didn’t make sense to you.

“Of course I do, who wouldn’t?” he laughed, further closing the space between your two bodies in a way that you didn’t even think was possible beforehand.

You couldn’t even argue with that.

Duncan had this sort of confidence that you would have killed for and normally you were jealous of that...but in this moment, you were benefiting from his self assurance.

If Duncan didn’t question himself, then why did you?

“Well, you aren’t so bad yourself” you hummed, leaning over slightly to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

It wasn’t much between you, but it was just enough to confirm that there was clearly something there that could be further explored in the days to come.

Duncan was going to make sure of that.

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