#its a bit of a pain to get it to spawn bc its a rare creature

[wulg]

ignore the music playing because I forgot to turn it off while recording BUT.. snake friend you can interact with :)

[duncvns]

Beautiful Stranger (Duncan Shepherd x Reader)

Based off of icylangdon’s prompt 

Summary- You’ve always had a distaste for the Shepherd boy, but when you run into him at a charity ball, accompanying your mother. When you step out of the ballroom for a minute for some air, Duncan meets you, just out of sight of everyone else

(Reader is Claire’s daughter bc I love writing that situation and I know you guys love it too)

Warnings- semi-public sex, hate sex, filthy dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie kink

Words- 1813

Claire hums lowly next to you, her fingers busy writing out an email. No words were spoken to you, your mother always preferred the silence while she was 'working'. She was dragging you to yet another charity ball against your will since you just had to accompany her after your fathers sudden passing.

The flashing blue and red lights emitted from the police cruisers cast a warm glow throughout the car, painting the black interior as the car pulled up to the venue, the sirens unexpectedly stopping.

You never really wanted to go to events, but ever since the unexpected return of Annette Shepherd, her narcissistic and utterly sexist brother, and her devil spawn of a son, you _really _didn't want to show up. Not to mention the circulating theories of Claire killing Francis.

The cool December air was unforgiving on your bare skin as you stepped out of the large car. The President's security detail helped you from the car, his warm hand sending goosebumps down your neck. The quiet click of Claire's Louboutins grew closer before her hand grabbed ahold of your arm.

Hand in hand, you two walked into the impressive building, power pouring off of you two. Claire's infamous fake smile made its debut as she scanned the room. "Don't say anything if you see that witch, Annette. Or her offensive, joke of a man, brother." Her smile stayed glued onto her face as she mumbled to you.

"I wouldn't dream of it, mother." Your voice was monotone. The perfect mix of,_ I really don't want to be here, I fucking hate my life, and is it too late to run away to Mexico and change my last name_, coating your voice. Claire handed out a few waves and nods to passerby's, you do the same to the few people you recognized.

"Don't act out tonight, Y/N. I fully expect the Shepherd boy to be here and I don't need any more bad press with you two-" Her sentence quickly melted into a greeting towards Mark. "Mark, I wasn't expecting you here tonight." She kissed him on the cheek, her voice friendly and lifted. Only something she did for strangers.

"I was expecting to find you somewhere around here. I wasn't expecting to see you, Y/N. You look wonderful."

"Oh, Mark, you're too sweet." You smiled clearing your throat. "I'm going to try and find Seth." You detached Claire's bony grip from your arm before excusing yourself. You couldn't stand Seth, his overachieving personality too much for you sometimes. But, he was the only one of your White House connections that you could actually speak to, and it helped how he was only a year or two older than you.

"Remember what I told you, baby." Claire winked before allowing Mark to lead her onto the floor.

You wandered the ballroom like a stray puppy, dodging the rare familiar face. You could see your mother and Mark slow dancing on the floor, a gleeful smile upon her lips. Mark was one of the few people that you were fond of. After Francis died, he carefully scooped up your broken pieces and put them back together slowly, making sure you were loved and protected the entire time. He was like your second father.

"Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see!" You rolled your eyes at the all-too-familiar voice that seemed to carry for miles. Seth jogged to catch up with you, his breath quick.

"Hey, Seth." You exhaled, pulling him in for a hug. The fabric of his basic suit still cold from the outside air.

"Listen, I can't stay long. Duncan is here tonight and Annette wants me to keep an eye on him." He looked over his shoulders as if he was afraid of being caught. "Sh, there he is." He turned your head in a direction forcefully, pulling a few strands of your hair from its neatly presented updo. You slapped his grubby hands from your hair and looked in the direction he was pointing to.

Sure enough, The Shepherd heir himself was making his way through the entrance. He, of course, was not wearing the classic black suit and tie, and why would he? He's Duncan fucking Shepherd. He was wearing a black turtle neck, immaculately pressed under a grey suit jacket and matching pants. His mother was stuck to his arm, her gaze lovely, but only for her son. Her mouth was moving slowly, whatever comment she made, making Duncan nod. His eyes flitted over you, barely noticing your presence. Annette pursed her lips as her eyes landed on you, and you rolled your eyes. She shook her head to counteract your rude action, causing Duncan to breathe out a chuckle. You push a lock of hair behind your ear, not forgetting to flash your middle finger to the two, making sure they saw. Annette shot you a disapproving glare, which you returned with an innocent shrug.

Seth watched the entire exchange, one eyebrow cocked. He knew you hated the Shepherds and the Shepherds hated you, but he's never seen you two interact. "Hey, I'm gonna step out. If Claire is looking for me, just tell her I'm out in the hall," You rubbed Seth's back gently before making your way to the exit. You passed Doug entering the ballroom, and you knew the man had nothing but foul intentions tonight.

The hallway was empty, besides the scattered security details guarding the event. You let your back fall flush against the cool wall, allowing you a quick breather. You could still hear the muffled classical music and expensive laughs that penetrated the walls.

"If it isn't the Underwood heir?" You cringed at the slow, confident voice that pierced the once calm air. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked to Duncan.

"I could say the same, Shepherd heir." You spat. He chuckled, taking a spot right next to you. "What the hell do you want?"

"Ouch, Y/N, with all the history we shared, I'd expect you to be a little kinder towards me," She drawled. His cocky voice played back flashbacks of you two's time together. You could see the shiny perspiration coating his rapidly rising and falling chest as your naked bodies touched in the most intimate way, exposed give for the thin white sheet. That night still haunts you to this day. If you never would have bedded the man you probably wouldn't have trust issues.

"You can fuck right off, you filthy, shameful, revolting excuse for a man." Your top lip curled in utter hate. All of the problems he caused you bubbling in your stomach sickeningly. "Oh, I forgot. It's not your fault you're such a screw-up, Dunc, you were raised by literal scum."

A tiny growl escaped his throat before quickly winded his hand around your throat and pressing you against the wall. A shocked squeal was pushed from you as his hand tightened around your sensitive skin to the point of painful.

"Get off of me," You commanded softly, Duncan's hand cutting off most of your air intake. He breathed out a chuckle, enjoying the control he had over your body. Deep down, he always has had control over your body. That night, so intimate, has left Duncan's imprint on you. Any man who touched you the way he had, so well, could never measure to his holy grip.

His free hand brushed over your bottom lip before slipping their way inside of your mouth. You debated biting off his fingers, but you figured that would be too messy. His expert fingers press down on your tongue, a gag clenching through your stomach. He smirked, pressing his fingers down onto your slippery tongue harder. Your bloodshot eyes clenched shut as he roughly spun you over, his fingers slipping from your throat.

"Beg for it," His teeth grazed over your earlobe, barely missing the gold earring. He bunched your expensive just above your waistline, giving him proper access to your gray lace panties.

"Go fuck yourself," Your hot breath created a thin, wet sheen onto the lacquered walls.

"Why would I do that when I could fuck you?" You could feel the inevitable wetness pool in your underwear at his dominating grip, and you mentally cursed your body. "I wonder what would happen if, God forbid, somebody steps out here and find you, pinned against the wall with my cock buried deep inside of you. Begging moans coming from your filthy lips,"

"Shut up," you breathed shakily, his hands snuck under your dress, cupping your leaking cunt through your underwear. You bit back a moan, afraid that somebody would hear you and decide to investigate the noise. His long fingers circled your clit slowly, applying delicious pressure to your most sensitive spot.

You hated your body for enjoying this. You hated how badly you needed Duncan's toxic touch. How badly you craved it. His hands disappeared from your body for a split second, his hands working quickly to undo his expensive designer belt, leaving you panting heavily against the wall, your dress hiked up past your hips and your panties soaked through.

"Tell me how much you hate me," He growled in your ear, his busy hands now working to rip off your delicate panties. You clenched your eyes shut before spitting out a-

"I hate you so much," You panted, biting your lip at bunt feeling of his swollen cock head pushing against your dripping entrance.

"Say it again."

"God, I fucking hate you so much. I hate you, you disgusting man-whore." You gritted, eliciting a moan from your red-bitten lips as his cock was finally sheathed fully inside of you. He grunted in response, giving you quick, shallow thrusts. Your loud moans were swallowed by the jazz band playing merrily in the room directly next to you.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch, you're gonna get us caught." His hand curled around your mouth, muffling your moans. His cock stretched your velvety walls obscenely, flashbacks from that night in your bedroom rushing over you like a bad childhood memory.

Duncan's tight thrusts became sloppy, signaling his quickly approaching release. "You fucking incompetent, can't even last twenty minutes," A teasing laugh broke through your muffled moans. Duncan's hand covering your mouth was ripped away, taking their spot back on your throat.

"I said, shut up, you stupid bitch."

A long, drawn-out grunt ripped through the music, quick spurts of Duncan's seed painting your insides. His cock slipped out of you heavily, leaving a string of his hot cum dribbling from your used hole.

He yanked your elegant black gown back over your sweaty skin, your dirty lace panties left in tatters at your heels. He delivered a quick slap to your ass before leaning close to you and whispering.

"Such a delicious, horrible, Beautiful Enemy,"

"Shut up, loser."

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