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romeo, oh romeo (part one)
pairing: duncan shepherd x reader
warnings: just some kissin ;)
summary: everything in your life was hard, and he was so soft. (romeo & juliet au)
word count: 795
a/n: this idea popped into my head a few weeks ago so i wanted to give it a try. pls let me know what you think and any ideas you might have for this series! ♡
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two households, both alike in dignity
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
from forth the fatal loins of these two foes
a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,
whose misadventured piteous overthrows
doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
the fearful passage of their death-marked love
and the continuance of their parents' rage,
which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
the which, if you with patient ears attend,
what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
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for as long as anyone could remember, the shepherds and the underwoods despised each other. you knew not why, nor understood the dark energy between your family and theirs. but you were an underwood, which held more meaning than any other title known to your kind.
when you were small, your father’s mother used to tell you stories of the shepherds. some history, some fiction, but they were horribly described, and in your grandmother’s versions they were always defeated in the end. at some time you began to wonder what they ever did to deserve the malice your family gave them, but whenever you wondered these thoughts aloud you were hushed and sent to your room.
as you grew older, your interest for the shepherds only grew. you were an only child, though their family had several children who always played together in the town’s courtyard. you, however, were strictly forbidden from going anywhere near these “dirty hooligans” as your grandmother called them. you never thought it was fair. you used to cry by the window as you saw the children playing together. you would watch the little boy with golden hair who sat by himself on the curb as he pushed his hair out of his eyes. you wondered if he felt lonely too.
by the time you were barely a woman, you were being groomed to be married. your father spoke of a wealthy prince in a nearby kingdom who was to be your husband. you felt disgusted thinking about laying with him, but this was your fate from the moment you were born. the underwoods had a legacy to uphold, and you were going to be apart of it if it was the last thing you did.
as the wedding neared, and your spirit descended, you were at your final dress fitting. with a few tears running down your eyes, you flattened your dress and stood back. you looked in the mirror and sighed.
“are you alright, ma’am?” you heard a low voice from behind you. you locked eyes with the young boy in the mirror and smiled sadly. “i’m fine.” you turned to face him. you looked at him for a long moment before you finally spoke. “thank you.” he nodded slowly and put his hands in his pockets. “i’m fine.” you repeated to yourself as you turned back around.
“well, you look lovely.”
“i’m getting married.” you said abruptly as you went back to look in his eyes. he took a deep breath and his eyebrows raised. “i know.” he said apologetically. it was then you recognized him, the boy you watched intriguingly as a young girl. his hair was darker, now more of a brown than a blonde. but you studied his eyes and they were exactly the same, ocean blue.
you gasped slightly before you started to back away, becoming afraid by even the thought of being found alone with a shepherd. if your grandmother found you like this, you could only imagine. “you shouldn’t be here…” you whispered, moving your feet until your back hit the wall.
the boy shook his head and walked over to you, leaning his head closer so only you could hear him. “y/n.” “how do you know my name?” he looked back and forth between your eyes before answering.
“i’ve watched you my whole life, dear.”
he spoke with such a sincerity and the softest look on his face that you couldn’t help but feel a fondness beginning to grow for him. something about him felt familiar, safe. he carefully moved one hand to your shoulder and the other to your hip. “mister…” you spoke warningly, but didn’t recoil from his touch or push him away. “duncan, y/n. it’s duncan.” his lips brushed over yours as he spoke.
you knew this was wrong. you knew you would never come back from this if you were caught but you couldn’t help yourself from bringing your lips to his.
everything in your life was hard, and he was so soft.
“you don’t have to marry him, y/n.” he pulled back and spoke over your lips again making you blush. you looked away as he held your face in his hands. he began kissing everywhere he could, eventually ending up at your ear. “run with me.”
that was when your senses caught up to you.
“i don’t know you, duncan. this-” you pushed him away and gestered between your bodies, now distinctly farther apart. “this can’t happen.”
and on your walk home, you didn’t feel duncan’s heart drop. you didn’t see his face as he watched you walk away, but you did hold the idea of him in your heart all the while.
because you had watched him your whole life, too.
- to be continued -
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It’s a match!
Summary: You meet Duncan on a dating app and the two of you decide to go out for dinner together. Warning: this contains smut! :)
From the writer: Hey guys, this is the first-ever fic I’ve written about Duncan from House of Cards! I really like this and I hope you do as well. If you enjoyed this, all likes and reblogs are appreciated + check out more fics I’ve written on my masterlist!
Word count: 2,425
Left, left, left, right, left, right, right— it’s a match! A cute man named Duncan with brown hair and blue eyes. He lives in the city, not too far from your home in Alexandria. He’s a politician, or at least claims to be on his profile; he’s looking for a relationship but would also like to have fun and see where this dating app takes him. Perfect, you think. Before you could even send ‘hi,’ a message from Duncan comes through. He is wondering if you would like to meet up for dinner sometime this week and even offers to pick you up. You reply back, saying you would love to meet up with him although you live out of his way, so he shouldn’t bother to pick you up. Also, you don’t really like it when you get picked up on the first date. If your date is annoying, weird, or boring you never like to stick around— a friend is always willing to fake an emergency call for you to give you an out.
The time agreed for dinner was tonight at seven-thirty. There’s a Capital Grille downtown, and Duncan offers to call and make a reservation. While everything is falling into place for tonight, your mind wanders to what you should wear. Thankfully, you take Fridays off of work, so you’re not going to be bombarded with patients or meetings today. It’s very important, first impressions— you wouldn’t want to look tired or worn-out like after a long day of work. After circling around your walk-in closet a couple times, you decide on a black jumpsuit with a v-neck and a halter-style neckline. The legs are wide-cut and there’s a thin band of rhinestones around the entire waist. A matching pair of black, open-toed Louboutin heels tie the look together nicely.
Slowly, you make your way down the stairs to your underground garage. Whoever built this house initially went all-out— big columns surrounding the entire house complete with first and second-floor wraparound porches. A garage aboveground wouldn’t go with the aesthetic of this Antebellum South style mansion. Sometimes, it’s difficult to pick your car of the day, but today is not one of those days. Between your Mercedes S550, Porsche 911 Carrera S Cabriolet, Audi S3, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the Porsche takes the cake for tonight. The weather is nice tonight, you could let the top down and cruise up the highway for your short ride to D.C. Plus, the black exterior with black detailing, then red from the mechanical details behind the wheels matches your outfit perfectly.
Eventually, you find your way to the Capital Grille downtown. It’s already dark outside, but you manage to spot the valet horseshoe just in time before missing the turn completely. You exchange your keys for a valet ticket, then walk through the door held for you by the hosts. As you look up to see if your date has arrived, you spot Duncan at a booth near the side of the restaurant. You walk over and he stands to greet you, offering a small hug before the both of you sit.
“So, Ms. (y/l/n),” he says, but you cut him off before he could continue.
“Dr. (y/l/n),” you say with a smile, raising your glass of ice water to your lips to take a small sip. Duncan quickly apologizes and corrects himself, giving a warm smile back in return; he mentally kicks himself for not remembering after reading your profile. Duncan goes on and says he’s wondering about your hobbies, but could see why you might not have many as caring for patients takes up a large chunk of time. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were only a dermatologist, you go on, but you also run a successful clinical trial research lab in your office as well. Having to continually monitor patients is a huge time-suck.
“What do you do, Duncan?” you ask, glancing up to meet his brilliant blue eyes. He explains that he is a politician and many of his family members are prominent people around the city as well. Sure, you think you’ve seen Duncan in an interview or read about him in an article or two, you recall. After making small talk about each other’s careers for a bit longer, you begin to delve into what intrigued you about the other. What ‘made you swipe,’ per se. For you, Duncan seemed nice and cute as well as successful from what he described in his profile. You look for men with a similar drive and ambition as you or else you may get bored, you say. Similarly, Duncan says he was attracted to your success and ambition in your field of work. He even remarks that he has visited your practice before, but seen your nurse practitioner rather than you. As you continue to chat with Duncan, you begin to wonder if he would ride back home with you. Sure, he may be looking for a relationship, but you’re not sure you’d like to spend time getting to know this man if he’s a not a good fuck. There’s plenty of cuter, more successful men in D.C. for you to spend your time on if Duncan can’t make it happen. Sometimes, nice guys are nice because they need to compensate for something.
“So, did you drive here?” you ask, gliding your finger across the top of your water glass in circles.
“Oh, no, I Ubered in case we wanted to get a bottle of wine,” he says.
Perfect, you think. You could offer Duncan a ride back to his place or offer him a ride to your place. How could he resist at that point? After dinner has come to an end, you and Duncan make your way out to the valet horseshoe again. He holds the door for you and offers to wait with you while your car is being pulled up.
“I could give you a ride home,” you say with a smile. He initially declines, but then graciously accepts your offer when he opens the Uber app and finds that no rides are available near him. A loud, high-pitched whirring noise fills the alcove, and you could tell your car close. The turbo engine causes the noise to be more high-pitched than a regular engine as the turbines spin ten times faster than a regular engine would allow. You step forward and hand the valet boy your ticket from where the top would be if it was up.
“This is you?” Duncan says, raising his eyebrows and smiling. You make your way to the driver’s side door— the valet boy left it open for you, then closes it behind you as you tuck your feet inside. Duncan opens the passenger side door and climbs in. As soon as you pull out from the restaurant’s front and stop to turn on the road, you begin to speak.
“Why don’t you come home with me?” you ask, turning on your turn signal to indicate the right turn you’re about to make. There’s a line of cars passing by for now, so you turn to Duncan in anticipation of his response. There is not much hesitation before he nods his head yes and a smile curls around his face.
To no surprise on Duncan’s end, he is now pulling up towards an amazing home. What really gets him is the underground garage. What a nice touch, he thinks to himself. He knows for sure she’ll never be after his money— perhaps he’s going for hers at this point. Although that may be a joke with himself, for now, he knows that the car he’s currently sitting in is half a year’s salary at his job now. For the current object of his attention, this is just frivolous spending money. For her, a quarter-million dollars is nothing, especially in a garage with three more amazing, beautiful cars. All cars are shiny black— each with stunning, custom details.
You press a button near the rearview mirror and the garage begins to close. The trip up the stairs to the first floor of your house is longer than you would like it to be, especially with Duncan on your mind. He stands behind you on the stairs, as a gentleman should— ready to catch the lady if she slips or tumbles. Once you’ve made it upstairs, you don’t bother walking all the way to your room, you sit down on the couch in your living room. Duncan soon follows, sitting right next to you, resting his hand on your thigh. As he leans in for a kiss, you surge forward to meet his lips. His scruffy facial hair tickles your face, but you pull away from his lips as it begins to scratch. Men with facial hair are amazing, but you prefer it to be a little longer so it could be smoother rather than prickly. Nothing against Duncan himself so far, though— amazing kisser, that man. His hands move from your shoulders down to your waist, and he attempts to tug your jumpsuit up, probably thinking it’s a shirt.
“Oh, I got that,” you say, reaching behind you to unzip the zipper from the back of your outfit. As the zipper becomes undone, the neckline to your outfit loosens and a sleeve begins to fall from your shoulder. Duncan unbuttons his own shirt and allows that to fall to the floor, then peels off his undershirt and throws it across the room. You let your sleeves slip all the way down your arms, then off your fingertips until the top of your jumpsuit pools at your waist, leaving you sitting on the couch in your bra and pants. Kicking off your shoes, you pull your jumpsuit down further so you would only be in your bra and underwear. After seeing this, Duncan makes haste to unbuckle his pants and belt, then casts those to the side as well. Clearly, he was excited to be here as there is a prominent bulge present in his boxers, straining against the thin fabric. Duncan’s soft hands meet your unclothed waist— this gives you the chills as be begins to kiss you again, scruffy facial hair and all. Now, you’re beginning to feel a growing sense of urgency pool between your legs, and you’re eager to explore what Duncan has to offer.
“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?” he asks after breaking his string of kisses. You agree and stand up to lead Duncan to your bedroom. After arriving at the master suite, it doesn’t take long for both of you to climb on the bed. Duncan’s beneath you as you lay on top of him, legs straddled above his waist, brushing over his solid erection. Your lips are still crashing together, but your mouth grows wider with every kiss, accepting more of Duncan with every movement. One of his hands travel to your back while the other begins to massage one of your breasts, then you feel your bra unhook and fall in front of you. Duncan catches it with the hand that was occupied with your breast, then he throws it off the bed. After this, you reach to tug down your underwear, then cast it aside like your bra. Duncan’s erection springs up from his boxers, and it’s a clear sign of relief when he is freed from the confines of his tight underwear. After exchanging a few more passionate kisses, you reach for his long, thick member and line it up with your entrance. He lets out a few small groans as you touch him. As you begin to sink down on him, he bucks his hips up and thrusts himself further in, yet you’re not all the way adjusted to how he feels in you. As you rock your hips over him a few times, the feeling of him stretching your walls all the way begins to sink in— there’s not a space inside untouched by Duncan, you’re completely full. You shift back and forth on him, causing the pressure due to him being more and less present in alternating sides inside you. The most pleasure comes from moving your hips forward, having him press back inside you near your most sensitive areas. After a few more minutes of this, Duncan leans forward and tells you to lay down.
He’s now between your thighs with your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing behind him. Now, he’s pounding into you, skin hardly slapping against skin. For a while, it was a dull sensation— but, time after time, it’s now biting and harsh every time he smacks himself against you, balls slapping against your wet heat repeatedly for the past few minutes now. You could tell where he was inside of you by tracking where the significantly thicker head was from the rest of his cock, the suction caused by this letting a lewd popping sound release through the air every time he pulls completely out and then re-enters. Duncan then decided to place a pillow under your hips, allowing for him to angle down inside you to hit your sweet spot. Not long after this, you feel your orgasm is near. Tightening your grip on Duncan with your legs, you begin to rock your hips in sync with every thrust he makes, chasing your own pleasure. As his movements become somewhat erratic and varying from his usual thrust force, he either shifts slightly or slams even harder into you. After a few deep breaths and hard thrusts, Duncan releases himself inside you, pushing himself even deeper inside, almost brushing your cervix. Following this, your orgasm washes over you, clenching around his cock and drawing his warmth even deeper inside you. Muscle contractions move up his cock, squeezing him for anything he has left.
Slowly, Duncan exits you, followed by a trail of his cum leaking from your entrance. He looks down and licks his lips at the sight of you laying down in front of him, full of him.
“You’re staying over,” you say, no room to interpret that as a question due to your commanding tone.
“I couldn’t leave if I wanted to, baby, you’re my ride home,” he says, laying down next to you and smiling.
“I don’t want to, though. You actually don’t have to take me back to my place at all.”
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