#ian duncan x reader

[lucyswinter]

Ian Duncan HCs, please? 💖

pairing: ian duncan x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

(a/n): hi loves!!! sorry for not posting for a month or so (again). back with some more hcs! i have a few things written and queued up for the next week or so 🫶 this is one of my more recent requests, and so I’m doing this real quick because I am so fucking in love with this man it’s actually insane. per usual, this isn’t proofread, but enjoy 😉

-the two of you met because he was a substitute for your anthropology 101 course you took your freshman year in college

-after you’d graduated, he’d invited you to tea, and the two of you quickly became email pen-pals

-after months of emailing and occasional meetups, you confessed to your affections

-this caught him by surprise, because he thought he was too old to be with someone your age, but he definitely reciprocated your feelings

-he is all about pet names. you honestly can’t remember the last time he called you your actual name. it’s always “darling,” “poppet”, “dearest”. anything that gets you blushing

-ian super attentive to your feelings. he’s a psych professor, so the second you feel sad or worried, he’s there to comfort you. “my darling, what’s wrong? no, it’s not nothing, you know i can always tell, dearest.”

-you stay up waiting for him every night, even when he comes home late from grading papers. sometimes he arrives home to see you asleep on the couch, and he thinks it’s adorable “poppet? it’s me! im home lovey! now, let’s get you to bed, shall we…”

-he isn’t super physically affectionate, but he loves getting kissed and cuddled. if he’s working, a long kiss on the cheek while you sit on his lap is always a welcome distraction

-being that he’s not keen on giving physical affection, he’s not a very sexual person either. he prefers to show his love with quality time, and gift giving

-though, if it came down to it, he’s definitely a boobs guy

-you joke sometimes that he’s your sugar daddy because of how much he loves buying you things “what? dearest i am not your father”

-you’ve helped him a lot with his drinking problem, but on the rare occasions he is drunk, he gets very affectionate. “hm? no darling im not drunk! i just want a hug that’s all…”

[johnoliverstshirtcannon]

Ian Duncan x Reader

S3lf harm comfort, father issues comfort

No use of Y/N | GN reader

Requested

Part 1 | Part 2

"First, I just want to say, you're very brave for coming here."

The small collection of clocks ticked out of sync, but they all showed the same time. Five-thirty-three.

Your professor, who had just patted your back essentially for walking from your last class to his office, was sat with his legs crossed in a brown and gray ensemble. The color hues hardly matched.

He was holding a college ruled journal and a sharp pencil. The journal was new it seemed, but the inside papers were coffee stained and wrinkled. The pencil however, was ready to do what it was made to do: write. Even with the bite marks across it and its missing eraser (it wouldn't be able to help fix its own mistakes. The pencil would need something else's help for that, or cross them out and keep writing as if they never happened.)

"I'm sorry we had to meet so late. I've been busy. Not that your health isn't a priority," He finished speaking by cautiously saying your name, as if guessing who you were.

"It's okay," You mumbled, rubbing your legs subtly, nervously.

He wrote that down.

Oh boy.

You took your mind off of it by looking around at the exotic decor he chose for his already cluttered office. There were masks and drums and other instruments you wished you had the capability of identifying the origin of.

He spoke again. "I'm proud of you for coming here. To visit a psychiatrist means you acknowledge you need help. Acknowledgement is the first step to recovery, they say."

You nodded your head. That's part of twelve-step, no doubt. Great. Your little habit knocked you down to the level of an alcoholic. No offense to the man sitting in front of you.

Trying to ignore the realization that your own addiction may be as crippling as his, you focused on the other part of his statement. He was proud of you.

This may be something he says to all his clients, or students, or whoever visits him, but the important part was that he said it to you, too. And seemingly meant it.

"It's been two months since your last relapse? Since we spoke?"

"About, yeah."

He nodded, writing that down.

"And how've you been doing since then?"

You did the best you could while explaining. You gave him some backstory on your childhood, specifically your father, and how his behavior affected you today. He listen to every word and to make sure he didn't miss anything, would occasionally cease your talking to write for a minute, which he did almost nervously, understanding that it's hard to stop and start again when it comes to these topics.

But he cared enough to try to get every detail in the best way he knew possible.

When you were finished, he calmly stared at you before nodding again and reviewing his notes.

When he spoke, he kept his eyes on the paper."

The actions of your father seem to affect you still today, as you've said yourself, but I want to reassure you that your intrusive thoughts are just that. He is not you, and you are not him. You can be better, and, in my personal opinion, you already are." He smiled. A small one, but his dimples still showed prominently.

[letjohnoliversayfuck]

Ian Duncan simps, I present to you... a fanfiction.

right now this is a one-shot but lmk if anyone is interested in more and if anyone is interested in anything *ahem* spicy

[turkeysandwich]

HRT

Ian Duncan x Original Male Character

Read here on ao3

Chapter 2/?

Read chapter 1 here

“Fuck.. it’s monday right?” Alex groaned out, his voice groggy and clouded with sleepiness, he knew it was monday but he just needed confirmation.

“That it is, you want coffee?” Ian replied confusingly chipper compared to Alex.

“No, I hate coffee.” Alex got up, it was a monday, his usual testosterone injection day, so he grabbed the small black box that held his clean needles, alcohol wipes, and bottle of testosterone.

He walked over to the small end table and inched up his shorts to a clean space on his middle thigh, ripping open a packet of alcohol wipes and rubbing his planned injection sight. He opened a fresh needle and inserted it into the testosterone, getting his perfect amount.

Alex looked over and realized he forgot to grab the colorful bandaids he threw into a cabinet in the kitchen.

“Hey, would you grab the bandaids? I think they’re in the cabinet above the oven.” Alex said almost the second he pricked himself with the needle, cringing a bit at the spike of pain.

“Sure, would you want any…” Ian stopped, seeing a very much out of context scene that first struck confusion, then fear. “Dear lord! What the fuck do you think your doing!? You’re a teacher for Christ's sake!”

“I’m taking testosterone? … Because I’m trans? Did you think I was doing fucking heroin!?” Alex could almost laugh at the absurdity of this situation, but he quickly got back to trying to explain the situation, of course he forgot he wasn’t yet out to Ian.

“Well, evidently yeah!” Ian almost shouted, heart still racing from the initial shock “Why didn’t you warn me about this?”

“I’ll be honest I forgot to warn you, I’m just that tired.” Alex took the needle out and winced. “Those bandages?”

Ian threw him the pack of bandaids and went back to brewing his coffee, Alex stepped into the bathroom with a bundle of clothes and got ready for the day ahead. He stepped back out with a simple outfit of converse, jeans, and a button up shirt over a black long-sleeve shirt, he had left the majority of his very few hoodies and sweaters in texas.

“Well.” Ian broke the silence that filled the apartment. “I guess since we’re both coming out I figure I should say I’m bisexual.”

“Oh, cool.” He stuttered a bit over his words. “I’m pan myself.”

Another few seconds of silence where they simply stood doing whatever they were preoccupied with. “You wanna help me put up my flags later?”

“Sure.”

He noticed it had been just before the time he regularly left so all he did was grab a protein bar and figured he would dip into the stash of snacks he kept in his classroom. He met Ian at the door, apparently the two had classes and lunch break at about the same time, the only reason they hadn’t met before was that Alex ate lunch in his classroom with a group of students and a few teachers he was friends with.

Alex opened the door, stepped out, and was met with a surprise, see, the apartment complex had been built so it had an open hallway, meaning it was open to the outdoors almost entirely. Thing is it was almost freezing that day, two celsius to be exact.

“Fucking christ.” he cussed, slamming the door back in and turned over to Ian. “Damn, it is cold out there.” 

“Oh yeah, Isn’t it about two or three degrees?” Ian replied, being met with a very confused face from Alex. “Right, America, That would be about 35 fahrenheit?” 

“I think, it's just way too cold for me, Left all my warm clothes in texas.” He groaned, looking down at his pathetic excuse for winter clothing. “Well the walk to fine arts hall is going to be hell.”

“Here.” Ian grabbed a tan trenchcoat off a hanger by the door, he was already wearing a sweater over his button up with a tie, over that was a simple windbreaker. “Take this until you get a new jacket.”

“Thanks.” Alex blushed a bit and threw the jacket on, the sleeves hung just over his hands and it felt roomy on his chest. “Let's go, I think the fine arts hall is fairly close to the psych hall.”

The two stepped out the door together, keeping up easy conversation while they tried their very hardest to not look at each other too much. 

“You know, I think I just realized something.” Ian said. “You’re the only person I know who actually calls me Ian, everyone else calls me Duncan.”

“Why do they call you Duncan?” Alex asked, somewhat confused, why would they call him by his last name?

“I think it’s because I started calling Jeff Winger ‘Winger’ and he called me ‘Duncan’ and it stuck I guess.” He explained.

“Well.” Alex shrugged. “I think Ian suits you well.”

“Then Alex suits you well too,” Ian smirked. “Luna.” Alex looked over and rolled his eyes at the stupid nickname.

“Don't call me Luna and I won't call you Duncan.” He retorted. “Do we have a deal?”

“I can’t make any promises.” Ian laughed as Alex shook his head. “But I’ll restrain myself from nicknaming you.” 

“Cheeky British fuck.” Alex held himself from pushing the taller man into a puddle of slush and dirt.

They eventually parted ways and Alex reached the classroom, the second he entered, he turned on the heater. He set up a few easels and pallets, it was more of a painting class after all, the first few students arrived at around eight thirty, and the last arrived just after the bell rang at nine.

His first period was always the most popular, he put his own music on shuffle and most of the students at Greendale liked starting their day in a relaxing atmosphere. His favorite few students walked in, all trailing behind each other; Abed, Troy, and Annie, to be exact. He liked all of them for different reasons though.

Annie, he liked for the fact she always turned in assignments on time, and would sometimes stay and help Alex clean the messy art room. Troy had a great sense of humor, and was a funny addition to the class. Abed was definitely the best artist of the friend group, mainly focusing his abstract skills into his paintings, although any time Alex quoted a movie, Abed took it as an invitation to reenact the whole scene.

He started the class easy and he ended the class easy, he started with a short lecture about lighting and an instruction, the rest was spent painting and totally not Alex passing the time by playing solitaire on his computer.

The bell rang and all students started walking out the classroom, all except for three, his three favorites.

“Hey Mr. Luna, me, Annie and Troy have been talking, and we’ve come to the conclusion that we all recognize that jacket.” Abed pointed at what Alex was wearing as Alex looked down and back up again. “Ian Duncan right? I would say that's a tv trope and we’ve entered a romantic arc but I think we’ve got a fanfic on our hands.”

Alex paused, and turned to Troy and Annie, apparently Abed’s best friends. “Is there maybe a therapist of his I should be calling?”

“Last time he did this, we got Duncan but it didn’t go very well.” Annie explained.

“Professor Duncan to you Annie, you're still a student.” Alex corrected. “And Ian and I are not dating, sorry to let you down, now get to class.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sir” Abed said, already half out the door. “But just know, if I did predict you two, you owe me.” 

Alex shrugged and chuckled at Abed’s antics, he grabbed one of the bags of chips he kept in a hidden compartment under his desk and started munching, and thinking.

Maybe Ian wasn't so hard on the eyes anyways.

[theitgirlnetwork]

<3

To those of you who watch The Bear…don’t worry, imma fix this. Alsoooo new chapter of Earn It today and Better tomorrow!

[did-i-mention-the-shirt]

Commissions!

I'm opening fanfic commissions to pay for school!

I usually do 'x reader', but I can do 'gen', 'OC inserts', or 'character x character' too.

Fandoms: TMNT12, Jonatello, The Stanley Parable, Ben Schwartz media, Stardew Valley, My Time at Portia, Community, Silicon Valley, Arrested Development (All seasons).

Favs to write for: 12!Donnie, Jonatello, Rise!Donnie, Teddy Lobo

Price: $0.04 per word/ $4 per hundred words. My average: 400 words

My writing: Ian Duncan x Reader | Teddy Lobo x Reader

DM for if any Q's! Please reblog!

[bonkwosher]

What Characters I Will Write For

Heyo, I'm new as hell to Tumblr but I have been writing on Wattpad for years. Decided I might as well post on here considering how much I read here. If this post is weirdly formatted I'm sorry, I'm trying!

All X GN!Reader, I don't particularly like writing ships

Jurassic Park/World

Ian Malcolm ~ Jurassic Park/Lost World/Dominion

Nick Van Own ~ Jurassic Park Lost World

Franklin Web ~ Jurassic World Fallen Kingdom/Dominion

Alan Grant ~ Jurassic Park/3/Dominion

Wednesday/Addams Family (1991/1993)

Rowan Laslow ~ Wednesday

Eugene Ottinger (Platonic) ~ Wednesday

Gomez Addams & Morticia Addams (Poly) ~ 1991/1993 Addams Family

Young!Gomez & Young!Morticia (Poly) [If you insist] ~ Wednesday

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Gustavo Fring ~ BB & BCS

Jesse Pinkman ~ BB & BCS

Badger ~ BB

Lalo Salamanca ~ BCS

Nacho Varga ~ BCS

Lalo Salamanca & Nacho Varga (Poly) ~ BCS

Domingo ~BB & BCS

Howard Hamlin ~ BCS

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke

Rufus Whedon

Duncan Locke

Bode Locke (Platonic)

Scot Cavendish

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Captain Raymond Holt

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

Charles Boyle

Terry Jeffords

Pedro Pascal Characters (As I watch more of his content)

Agent Whiskey ~ The Kingsman: Golden Circle

Joel Miller ~ The Last Of Us (Show)

Javier Peña ~ Narcos

Oberyn Martell ~ Game of Thrones

Dan Stevens Characters (As I watch more of his content)

David Collins ~ The Guest

Travis "Trapper" Beasley ~ Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire

Frank ~ Abigail

Assorted Random People (Usually bc it's one from each fandom)

Stu Macher ~ Scream

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis (Poly) ~ Scream

Dewey Riley ~ Scream/2/3/4/5

Benoit Blanc ~ Knives Out/Glass Onion

Ryan Ezahler & Dylan Lenivy (Poly) ~ The Quarry

Travis Hacket ~ The Quarry

Vander ~ Arcane

Albert Wesker ~ Resident Evil

Philly Bárzaga ~ Far Cry 6

Captain Cold/Leonard Snart (Wentworth Miller) ~ The Flash/DC Legends)

Barry Berkman ~ Barry

Peter ~ Abigail

Sierra Six & Lloyd Hansen (Poly) ~ The Gray Man

Other Characters!

Feel free to request others (Especially if they are in fandoms I already write about)! I might do them, it really depends on the character. Don't be afraid to ask whether they're on the list or off!

[jeffwingxr]

hmm do you do x reader? (I'm an Ian Duncan stan :'])

i do not but i suppose i could write a fic with ian in it. he's so silly

[the-gory-gardner]

Blog Intro and Info

Slasher’s I Write:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Michael Myers/The Shape

Jason Voorhees

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Evan MacMillan/The Trapper

Slasher OC’s:

Persephone Duncan /The Caretaker (Spouse and Killing PartnerOf Jesse Cromeans)

Ivy & Ian Cromeans- Duncan (Twin Children of Jesse Cromeans & Persephone Duncan)  (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Honey Reynolds (Spouse of Asa Emory)

Agnes Emory (Daughter of Asa Emory & Honey Reynolds) (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Rosemary Douglas/The Northeast Reaper (Adopted Daughter of Owen Douglas)

Owen Douglas/The Northeast Butcher

Artemis Russell/The Beast

Malachi Grey/The Dollmaker

Lunette Scott (Girlfriend of Malachi Grey)

Jonathan West/The Huntsman

Katrina Evans (Girlfriend of Jonathan West)

Samuel Baker Jr/ The Manic

Olive Ryder (Is a Child OC So only platonic Request)

Cassidy Brooks

What I Do Writer:

- Headcanons

- Drabbles

- Slasher x Reade

- Slasher x OC

- Male x Female

- Gender Neutral Reader

- Non-Descriptive Reader Unless Requested Otherwise

What I don’t Write:

- Non/Con

- Underage

- Watersports

- Age Play (Non Sexual Or Otherwise)

- Incest (May allude to such abuse in a characters past but will not write characters doing similar acts)

[noellawrites]

Community Masterlist

Ian Duncan

Valentine

Jeff Winger

Christmas Headcanons

Dating Headcanons

Yandere Headcanons

Making Out Headcanons

NSFW Headcanons

Private - yandere

Wedding Night

Stay Away From Me

Abed Nadir

Affectionate S/O Headcanons

Affection Headcanons

Bookworm S/O Headcanons

Wherever You Are

Dating Headcanons

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Spanish Class - yandere

[imquitelost]

Might fuck around and publish that Ian Duncan fic I've been writing

[lucyswinter]

Request guidelines

Requests are : OPEN<3

Masterlist

Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

[johnoliverstshirtcannon]

To anyone who requested Duncan x Reader fanfic, I'd LOVE to do it, but I'm only taking requests through @fandomsforpalestine atm.

Heres my info page (Community isn't listed, but I clearly write for it lol)

[fake-mountains]

Fuck Freud

Someone requested some sub Ian so I tried 😭

Pairing: Ian Duncan/ Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warning(s): Uhhh oral (fem!receiving), me being terrible at writing female doms??

Word Count: 1229

There were times you’d watch him in class, drunkenly rambling on about mental health in a way that was almost insulting to the people who lived with it, and thought that his mouth could do so many better things if he’d just shut up. Today was one of those days, hotter than usual, your legs sticking together beneath your sundress. He thought of you in his lap, straddling him in his office. You thought of his head between sticky thighs.

Neither of you were ones to get what you wanted often.

And yet, somehow, here you were. It was the usual, playful teasing, a confrontation in his office that you always hoped would lead to more. As you walked in, he popped the cork on a wine bottle, and you stood before his desk with your arms crossed.

“Freudian psychology is stupid and you’re even more stupid for subscribing to it.”

“Freud was the progenitor of psychoanalysis-“

“Probably the most annoying thing any armchair psychologist does.”

It always got under his skin when you implied he was less than credible, even though he would admit as much among friends.

“I’m no armchair psychologist,” he peers over his glasses at you, “do you have nothing better to do than question my reputability?”

You clicked your tongue.

“Nah.”

He stood up from behind his desk, circling around to lean against the front of it, trying to appear casual as he crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring you.

“As much as I enjoy these almost daily meetings,” he eyes your exposed legs for emphasis, “your insults are a bit tiring.”

“Maybe if you had earned your title I wouldn’t harass you as much.”

He huffs, glaring at you.

“This is a childish way to flirt.”

You scoff.

“Is that what you think I’m doing? Flirting with you? Please.”

“This is how young adolescents usually do it-throwing petty insults in an attempt to seem uninterested,” the way you seemed to pout now wasn’t far from childish, “goes hand in hand with your daddy issues.”

“Daddy issues? There’s that weak arm chair psychology again.”

He watches you, eyebrows raised, and honestly you wanna slap that cocky look off his face.

You go for gentler measures, instead grabbing his tie, pulling him down till his lips meet yours. Oh, you can feel him grin against your lips, but you bite his in turn, an attempt to stifle any gloating that may come up later.

“See? Daddy issues.”

“I’d hardly see you as a replacement for said daddy.”

You wounded him again, and it was clear.

“Besides, you’re the one constantly seeking my approval,” you pull him away from the desk, and he follows easily, obediently. You kiss him roughly once more before placing a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to his knees. You sit before him on the couch and he looks at you with wide brown eyes, a look that goes straight through you.

“Earn it.”

Duncan licks his lips, almost stunned at the turn of events, and honestly, you are too, to a degree. You were sure that when you had kissed him he would have pushed you away, mocked you, been disgusted with you. And you weren’t usually the one in control like this, but you figured it was the only way to get him to look up at you through those dark lashes like he was.

After what felt like way too painfully long, his hand finds its way to your knee, sending a jolt through you that, if you weren’t trying to stay in control, may have made you actually jump. His hand was soft, warm-no doubt from the wine he’d probably been working on all day-only calloused where a pen might sit in his hand. It warmed you like whiskey, and your thighs shifted, parted only slightly.

“May I-“ he looks at you, nervously tapping his fingers on your skin, “may I go down on you?”

God, you didn't want to seem eager, desperate, and you did want him to beg some more, because it did sound so pretty on that deep, accented voice. But you’d be merciful, if only for your own sake.

After licking your lips, you granted him permission, and it seemed he had to stop himself from almost literally diving in.

The shift of the thin cotton dress over your thighs, his hands, long fingers working their way up alongside the fabric to pull your underwear down and over your legs with the kind of ease that only comes with desperation. He carelessly, unceremoniously tosses the bunched up fabric to the side, like he doesn’t want to see the dampness there, or maybe he wants the shock of seeing it glistening between your legs. If that’s the case, he gets it as you ease your knees apart, almost grinning at the way he hisses through his teeth at the sight.

He’s not perfect, and you doubt he’s had much practice, but his enthusiasm makes up for it in spades. At the first taste he grips your hips, yanks you closer with a groan, his tongue flat as it runs over swollen flesh. You bite your lip at the sight, at the feel of his nose bumping against your clit for just a moment on the upstroke.

He gives a more pressured, concentrated swipe of his tongue and your jaw falls slack with praise for him.

“Good boy.” His nails dig into your skin.

With each properly timed pass of the tongue, each little kiss, pressing of the teeth you rewarded him-fingers in his hair, arch of the back, bitten back moan. You both tried to stay quiet, knew anyone passing could hear, but as he focused on that bundle of nerves, as his hand left your hip only to slip one, two fingers into you, it grew increasingly difficult.

“You’re so good,” he arches his fingers, finds that spot inside of you with surprising ease, “so, so good, Ian.” He groans at the use of his first name, sucks on your clit and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to silence yourself.

“Don’t stop,” it comes out as more of a plea for someone who’s supposed to be in charge.

Your hips rock against his mouth, your hands grasp at anything, dark hair, the couch cushions. Each pass of his tongue leaves your bones buzzing and melting all the same. The buildup is long, torturous, but he revels in the way your breathing grows more ragged, the way your hips stutter, thighs tremble around him.

Like a crash, it’s violent, a sob escaping as you seize around him, body pitching forward over him. He doesn’t stop, works you through it, though he can’t help but laugh a bit at the intensity of it-not cruelly, just surprised. He pulls away when you seem to liquefy beneath him, all gasping breaths and an almost stunned smile. Dark eyes hold your gaze as he licks you off his fingers.

Without catching your breath you look at him, smile, and say-

“Freud’s still a dumb bitch.”

[turkeysandwich]

One Bed

Ian Duncan x Original Male Character

Read here on ao3

Chapter 1/?

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“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, a single shared dorm!?” Alex shouted the second he was sure no one could hear him from the comfort of his car, he had just gotten done with the twice-monthly teacher meeting with the dean.

Apparently the school had been having a shortage of dorms, which aligned terribly with Alex not being able to find a proper apartment in Greendale's county. So of fucking course he had to endure yet another one of the cheap rug pulls of Greendale, Just two and a half more years of this hell, then I’ll be at SCAD, I can do this. He thought to himself, it had always been his dream to be a teacher at the one school he wanted to go to, but never could.

Years before he ever was ever considering being a teacher, he had attended Greendale along with his brother, graduating with a bachelor and going through teaching prep a small while later.

A few years of being a commission artist, and doing random freelance jobs, briefly moving back down to texas for a few years. After doing fuck all for that time, Greendale had contacted Alex asking him to come back and teach art three for a few years, which as he was told, would look great on a resume.

And this was how Alexander N. Luna ended up in an old pickup truck gripping his phone so hard that he was sure it would crumble in his hand at any moment. Dean Pelton had been taking his sweet time delivering the email that told the teachers their new dormitory and teacher that would be rooming with them.

Alex simply took a deep breath before he turned the key and turned on the pick up, supposedly they had two days before they moved into the new dorm. Might as well just pack it all up now and get that off their hands, he figured he would just get his dinner from some random store he found while scouting the area. Mexican sounded good to him, therefore, he pulled out his teacher assigned parking space, and started on a path to the nearest restaurant he could find that served good tacos.

Alex seemingly never broke the habit of announcing when he got home, even when it was to no one. He figured he should get started packing, and that started with taking down all his wall art and putting them into the cardboard boxes that he moved in with half a year ago. He started carefully taking down the band posters that scattered his walls, even his newest DOOM poster came off easy, next came off his two flags, one pan and the other trans.

He then packed up his computer before falling into his rickety bed, he picked up his phone and went straight to email, he crossed his fingers and looked in his inbox, he opened the newest one he saw.

Hello Mr.Luna, Thank you for complying with this newest change, you will be sharing dormitory #323 with Prof. Ian Duncan, have a great day, and remember to be fully moved into your dorm by Monday!

Alex had heard of Ian before, never actually meeting him; he was infamous for something he called the Duncan principle, apparently he had been a student at Greendale about the same time as Alex.

Alex woke up late that saturday, figuring it was his last full day in his old dorm he got up, made himself breakfast and went right back to packing up all his things, he thought his roots were getting worse and worse so he took a trip to the nearest Sally beauty to pick up bleach and a new color of hair dye, intending to use it some time next week.

Yet again he grabbed a monster and mustered up the energy to pack more and put all his things in boxes, figuring he would leave some food for the new students moving into the dorm. He checked the clock; it read six-thirty so he made himself dinner, he looked in his fridge, pasta for one seemed obtainable.

He woke up that Sunday surrounded by boxes and a suitcase. He got up, made himself tea and got to putting everything in his car. He drove a few miles to the dorm complex over, and took a deep breath, hopefully his new roommate wasn’t loud or annoying.

Alex groaned as he picked up a box, trying to crack the problematic places on his back, he carried the box up to room #323, he climbed the stairs and tried his very best to not fall down the stairs. He looked around the hallway and tried to find the dorm number, he saw a few teachers he recognized all equally annoyed.

He spotted his dorm and checked his phone, looks like he might be running fashionably late. He saw someone leaning against the wall and nervously checking a wrist watch. Almost the second he saw Alex his mood brightened and he waved him over.

“Hello there! Alexander Luna, right!?” He said in a shockingly British accent, shooting a hand out to shake, taken aback by the accent Alex stopped in place.

“Ian Duncan, you can call me Alex by the way?” Alex shook his hand, being let into the dorm by the taller man, he looked around the exceedingly small, one-room dorm, and immediately noticed something that stood out to him.

“Oh my God…”

“What?”

“One. Bed.”

The layout of the dorm went like so; a compact kitchen to the left, shifting into carpet the floor was covered by a single loveseat in front of a tv stand that already had one as supplied by Ian, to the side of the seat was a single bed that was in a corner, mirroring a window, a door to a small bathroom sat opposite to the bed.

“Yeah…” Ian cringed, who had already taken a look through the dorm. “I would offer you to sleep on the floor or the couch, but all we have is a loveseat and no floor space.”

“Just don’t do anything too gay.” Alex gave a pitiful laugh and put a box on the table, seeing Ian had already majorly moved in. “I get up pretty late, you take the outer side, I’ll take the one next to the window.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said, a blush rising across his face. “I guess I should help you move in huh?”

“It would be much appreciated.” Alex smiled, letting a slight Texas drawl seep through his words. “Please and thank you.”

Alex walked out the room, Ian treading quick behind him.

“So you're southern huh?” He asked, looking at the boxes sprawled across the bed of Alex’s truck.

“Yes I am, grew up on a longhorn ranch in Texas.” Alex answered, sliding two boxes towards himself and two more to Ian. “I can get these two, you're too scrawny to carry these.”

“Hey!” Ian sounded offended but the tone quickly wore off. “You’re probably right but that still hurts, I can carry shit.”

The two continued their strange banter bringing in the boxes that cluttered the bed of Alex’s truck, maybe Ian had been purposely stalling his time by grabbing less boxes each time.

“So that's the last box, you got anything left in your truck?” Alex shut the door to their dorm.

“Just a few things but you're going to have to promise to not make fun of my car.” Ian sighed, signaling Alex to follow him

The two walked down to Ian’s car, Alex following Ian quickly, Alex had been trying to crack Ian, question after question along the lines of what car do you have? When the pair arrived at the car, Alex really had a sight to behold.

“Well… that is certainly… a car?” Alex giggled. “Do you even have a trunk?”

“No, I had to make two trips.” He admitted, opening the door and grabbing one of the milk crates full of books, mugs and random trinkets he couldn't place.

The two yet again went about their day, both moving into the tiny apartment best they could, Alex had put up almost all his wall art, he hadn't known Ian for long enough just to put up his flags.

“I’ll cook you clean?” Alex offered, both men had grown hungry.

“Sure.” Ian said. “I’m a great housewife.” Making Alex giggle.

The two cooked, ate, and cleaned together, trying to prepare themselves for the awkward night ahead. When the time eventually rolled around, it was Alex who first crashed into bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Ian needed to get done with the grades he had been putting off, but when he eventually crawled into bed with an already sleeping Alex, he couldn't help but get butterflies. If only he could reach over and touch him.

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Dating Sinister Strange would include..

Dating Defender Strange would include..

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Made for Kill. (Peter Parker x hydra!reader)

Vikings ↴

Ivar the Boneless│Fluff alphabet

Arcane ↴

The night we felt true love. (Cassandra Kiramman x fem!reader)

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you…

Twilight ↴

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

Twilight characters dating islamic reader

hot chocolate (bella swan x fem!reader)

undying love (paul lahote x fem!vampire!reader)

dating headcanons (jacob black x imprint!human!reader)

Harry Potter↴

nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters

Raya and the Last Dragon ↴

Dating Namaari would include..

My hero academia ↴

I won't let anyone hurt you! (Bakugou x reader)

Onward ↴

Ian Lightfoot having a crush on you would include..

Gravity Falls ↴

Cuddling with Dipper Pines HC’s

Perfect. (Dipper Pines x shy!reader)

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

Jealous HC's with Gravity Falls characters

Dipper Pines│Fluff Alphabet

The Basketball Diaries ↴

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Dawn of the Planet of the Apes↴

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Peter Pan 2003↴

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Vis a Vis (Locked Up)↴

Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

Turning Red↴

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My Little Pony ↴

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Lego Ninjago movie ↴

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Lego Ninjago characters as eye color wallpaper (tik tok trend)

Lego Friends (Friends: Girls on a Mission) ↴

Lego Friends characters and their sexuality HC's

Lego Friends dating HC's

8 mile ↴

Cuddling with Jimmy Smith Jr HCs

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Don’t worry (Jimmy Smith Jr x reader)

Touchstarved B-rabbit x touchstarved reader hc’s

The Collector↴

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Rise of the Guardians↴

Dating Jack Frost would include...

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Team Fortress 2 ↴

Dating Scout/Jeremy would include...

Inception ↴

Dating Robert Fischer would include..

Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

His guardian angel.

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American Pie ↴

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The Devil All the Time↴

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The Treasure Planet ↴

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IT 2017↴

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Saltburn ↴

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PEN15 ↴

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SAW ↴

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Fate: The Wings Saga↴

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After↴

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Electric touch - Cillian Murphy x reader

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