I love your Vanpire! Michael stuff but you convinced that I need Werewolf! Duncan in my life. I didn’t know I need that in my life till I read your Werewolf! Duncan stuff and I’m in love
Did someone say werewolf Duncan?
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Due to only having been dating Duncan for five months, and only knowing that he’s a werewolf (and that werewolves exist) for three, you’re still learning new things about him. Some of these are the normal quirks that you find in any romantic partner, such as Duncan not being a morning person or never wearing mismatched socks. Others fall more in the supernatural category, like how he has to have his apartment barely freezing due to his increased body temperature or the deep breathing he does when he’s angry to avoid shifting.
Honestly, dating a werewolf was not nearly as dramatic as Twilight and other teen paranormal romance novels claimed it would be. Sure, there’s definitely wolfy parts of this relationship that make your head spin, but it’s also much more low-key than a number of relationships with regular humans. That also could be because you’re pretty sure you’re in love with Duncan, something that you’ve never experienced with any other relationship, but the verdict is still out on that.
But man, you’d be willing to overlook anything for Duncan. Even if he was a murderer, you’re pretty sure you’d help him cover up the crime. That’s how deeply you feel for him. And when he smiles at you...it’s like the Earth stops spinning for a moment, leaving you breathless and flushed. You don’t care that he’s a werewolf. You just care that he’s your Duncan.
Even werewolves, you’ve learned, need self-care. Duncan had had a long day of work (you wonder what the President would say if she knew that one of the most influential man in D.C. turned into a huge wolf), so you treated him tonight to dinner and his favorite show--Mad Men, predictably. He had visibly relaxed almost immediately after walking through the door, shoulders slumping and everything. Now, he sits with you on the couch, his head in your lap as he watches the TV and you scroll through your phone.
Idly, almost without even realizing it, your hand snakes down and begins to play with Duncan’s hair, carding through the soft brown locks. Duncan stiffens slightly below you, but you think nothing of it, assuming that he had been dozing. Then, you hear it.
Rather, you feel it first. An odd rumbling on the couch, almost like your phone is buzzing. But that couldn’t be the case, since you’re holding your phone in your hand. You look down to Duncan to see if it’s his phone that’s going off, when you realize that you can hear a rumbling coming from him. After a moment, it clicks. It sounds exactly like a cat, and it’s Duncan that’s making the sound!
“Dunc,” you say softly, stifling a laugh, “are you...purring?”
“...no.” To catch him in his lie, you use your nails to scratch at his hair, making a mix between a purr and a growl escape from his chest.
“You are!”
Duncan looks up at you, eyes pleading with you to not give up his tough guy persona.
“It’s so cute,” you coo, putting your head against his chest to hear and feel him even more.
“It’s not cute, it’s embarrassing!” Duncan whines.
“To you maybe, but not me.”
“You’re going to exploit the hell out of this, aren’t you.” It’s not a question; he knows you are.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He glares, trying to fire back, but resigns himself to silently agreeing when he lays his head back down. Smugly, you resume combing your fingers through his hair, relishing in the sounds that come from him. “That’s what I thought.”
fluster ask: threesome with werewolf nate and werewolf duncan during their heat both of want to breed you and getting so alpha, possessive and jealous please ksksskks "you are going to breed me some pups aren't you little girl?" BYE-
OH 😳
this is getting a 90% fluster rate automatically omg
werewolf nate whispering dirty things in your ear about how you were made to take him 😳 how he can’t wait to fill you w his cum 🥵
and duncan sucking on your breasts, biting down hard enough to leave marks, mumbling into your skin about how swollen they’re going to get when he gets you pregnant 😳 “gonna look so pretty for me,”
send me an ask and i’ll rate how flustered it makes me 😳
Let The Right One In - Werewolf!Duncan x Werewolf!Reader
So. Here it is. I-
This is somewhat inspired by @dyns33‘s Pack Of Problems except that here, Reader is an Alpha under suppressant.
Description: When Duncan Shepherd finally meets (Y/N), the fastest raising self made business woman, he does not realise he isnt the only Alpha playing the bedding game.
Warnings: Werewolf fic, so animalistic behaviour is somewhat expected. Mention of breeding and knotting. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys). Power play and power shift. sub!duncan, dom!reader
Word Count: 2509
When he stepped into the large hall that held the (Y/L/N) conference, he couldn’t help but being carried by the sickly sweet flavours invading his nostrils. The most erotic and arousing smell he had smelt yet and the wolf in his mind growled. “Mate here”. But he tried dismissing it, pushing the thoughts of what might become if he attempted to chase after it. The scent she carried proudly around was something Duncan had never experienced before.
Not quite like an Omega nor a Beta.
If her suppressant had been further delayed, he would have definitely been able to distinguish the dominant nature of the lithe woman slinking her way across the hall. He silently thanked whichever higher power to have not been in his rut because the gentle lace draped across her body would have been littering the floor and he’d be pounding his way between her thighs, guests or not.
And with each steps he took towards (Y/N) that feeling in the pit on his stomach intensified, as if to confirm the nature of his craving for the young woman. As if she could feel his presence looming over her, she fled his company for hours, beaming at the praises received by her peers. A few pretenders were already nearly hanging at her neck, Betas and Omegas silently mewling for the beautiful woman to claim them.
But she enjoyed fleeing from Duncan too much to cut the chase and their little game only made him grow more impatient to sink his teeth in the crook of the little lamb’s neck. But she had been the big bad wolf all along.
(Y/N) has never displayed her status in the past and she intended to keep her Alpha at bay. But the way she carried herself, handled her multibillion business with an iron grip or even the rumours of the way she would fuck the partners she would have for a night should have been enough for Duncan’s alarm bells to ring. But his instinct did not care so neither would he.
Slowly running out of hands to shake and advances to refuse, Duncan slunk his way towards her stance. Now she could smell it. The musk. The hormones. The dominance. The Alpha. And her blood ran cold. Or hot, she wasn’t fully sure.
She turned around to face him, brushing off the irony of the situation like she would a couple of crumbs on her dress. The blue velvet of her long gown clung to her hips and pushed her curves out just the right way for him to crave the sweet decadence her body could offer.
“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure to meet you yet” Duncan rested his shoulder on the column standing next to him. “Duncan, Duncan Shepherd” his hand shot up to grab hers with a delicate touch. “No need to introduce yourself however, Mrs. (Y/L/N), what a lovely event you gave me the pleasure to attend.” His smirk grew wider as he felt the tension shift, his lips carefully pressing against the back of his host’s hand.
But now that he leaned on the column, slushing the bourbon in his glass as they took part in small talk, the only thing he wanted was to take her back to his room and let the beast loose to consume her through the night and further through the morning is she could even handle him.
If it wasn’t for the pain the heels she slipped her feet into was causing her, she would have refused his invitation to retire to somewhere quieter. The alcohol coursed through her veins as she stepped into the elevator. Once heavy metal doors closed behind the tall frame of the Alpha, she also felt something else slip when Duncan’s body towered above hers.
Spinning on her heels to face the brunette, it’s his primal instinct that pushed Duncan to press his body against hers, a growl trembling up his neck. But it was another feeling that sparked through (Y/N).
The feeling bloomed in her stomach only to shoot straight up to her throat. It was like she could feel him stretching his way down her mouth and all she could do was swallow a handful of times. When she did not snarl or whimper back at his vocalisation, Duncan felt his hackles rises.
She did not show her throat either and the challenge she was offering brought the male to brush his fingers against the heavy velvet of her gown, traveling from her thigh to her navel the up between the valley of her breasts to wrap around the column of her throat.
There was something about the way his pheromone made her nostrils flare up and her core warm up. If she had ever thought about ending up claiming an Alpha, she would have found herself practically dying with laughter. Nothing about them attracted her. She needed a challenge. She need the power. She needed dominion over someone. She didn’t need Duncan Shepherd.
The small whimpers of her wolf did not ask for her opinion as the small quietened voices gently whispered “Mate. He is Mate” in the back of her mind when the first huff of his scent hit her nose for the first time.
The doors of the elevator opened and with a swift brushing of his wrist, (Y/N) was out of his grip and trotting out into the hall, quietly waiting for the male to lead her to the prestigious hotel room he was hoping to wreck her into.
His shirt was discarded and tossed at the first occasion he had, musk and pheromones seeping out of his pores. With a growl of her own, her face was pressed against his neck, breathing him in deeply as her arousal pooled between her thighs. She could smell his too, smearing in the confines of his boxers as he only grew painfully harder.
Her gentle features turned feral as she dragged her nose across his chest like a puppy sniffing their way to their favourite toy or master. Animalistic whimpers and groans filled the room as she clawed and palmed at him, the constriction in her throat building tighter. (Y/N) wanted to surrender to him as much as she wanted to bend him into submission.
Duncan’s fingers latched and gripped at every inch of her body within his reach, feeling her frame tremble against his as she took in his smell and status of Alpha. Desperately clawing at her skin for more, he blindly guided them to fall back on the back. Instincts took over her body as she climbed on top of Duncan, watching up tilt his head back at the feeling of her hands brushing and caressing his sculpted chest.
“Enjoying the smell of your Alpha, little one?” he groaned, opening up his neck, unaware of the position he found himself in. Her response to his teasing was a soft chuckle and nip of his neck, causing his blood to run cold. Quickly however, hot sparks of arousal blinked through his body when he finally felt her body grinding up against him.
(Y/N) felt her throat tighten once more and her wolf had enough of waiting. That was where she needed him so that was where she will have him. Fumbling to whip off his belt, it took her less time to dispatch his trousers, eyeing his length hungrily as she nipped at his ankle. “My alpha, uh?” she bit his calf slightly harder, getting the male to groan at the feeling.
“Indeed, little lamb. Now climb back here and let me smell you too.” His voice rasped as she watched the outline of his cock throbbing painfully in his boxers. “Oh, Duncan, the night is young. You’ll have the chance to smell me. And maybe claim me” her lips suckled one of the prettiest bruises on his inner thigh. The salty taste of his skin was more than enough for her to want more.
So she took more when she pulled down the waistband of his boxers to tear it off of his legs, his meaty shaft springing free to slap against his stomach. Heavy and throbbing, her panting breath ghosted against him, causing Duncan to twitch. “I’m never been with a bitch quite like yo-“ his words where interrupted by a breathy moan at the moment (Y/N)’s tongue pressed the warmest lick from the base to the tip of his cock.
And it was another one of his low growl that filled the room when her lips wrapped around him, allowing to stretch a path down her throat. The euphoria of the feeling helped times bleed out and blur as (Y/N) languidly bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each strokes of her mouth.
Rutting his hips, Duncan’s fingers reached up to fist on the female’s hair. A guttural growl escaped his chest, thrusting up to crudely fuck her throat, the male found himself lost in his own lust.
Drool slicking down his cock and balls should have been enough of a sight for him to release deep down his mate’s throat but luckily for him, his head tipped back and his eyes screwed shut. (Y/N)’s cheeks hollowing against his twitching shaft as he bucked his hips up to meet her face only tortured the Alpha male some more.
“Such a good little bitch. Letting your Alpha fuck your throat like that”. Just like a handful of daggers, the dominant Female’s nails raked the stubbly white thighs of her lovers under him, the irony of his words causing half of a giggle to rumble in her throat. The sudden fluttering of her mouth suddenly induced Duncan’s climax, his seed shooting fast and thick past his lover’s lips, a stutter shaking his body heavily. For but a second, everything seemed to fit into place for both alphas.
That’s when Duncan felt it. The need to bite her. Claim her. Get his bitch to fully surrender to him so he could pump her full of his pups as soon as she reached her heat.
Perhaps it was simply the sickening smell she bore between her thighs as her arousal pooled past her folds. Or perhaps it was the way she had dared to refuse him the privilege of taking in her scent. Or perhaps even the obvious instinctive bond that linked them, destined to be mates.
Carefully, she slipped his length out of her mouth, already hardening at the simple feeling of her tongue. But now he could smell it too. The musk. The hormones. The bubbling need she felt too. To claim him.
An Alpha.
The pieced all seemed to fit together and if the throbbing of his cock didn’t remind him how much he craved this woman, he would probably show his throat, his tail between his legs anyways. And when she stood, the heavy blue velvet of her gown pooling to the ground, her scent hit him even harder. And so was he.
Then the pair of panties she wore climbed down from her legs. Then her bra was tossed to the other side of the room. And then her overwhelmingly dominant presence was looming over him. Ready to pounce on her pray, she bit her way up his body, from his calf to his collarbones.
Now he could lean up, his nose buried in the mussed nest of her (Y/H/C) hair similarly to the way she did once his shirt flew off of his chest. If he hadn’t known any better but to please his lovers, he would have probably felt himself come once again on his stomach.
Such an intoxicating smell. Such a beautiful balance between sweet and sour that it became exhilarating. And his instincts kicked in with a growl, hackles up and shoulders rolling forward. But it was already too late for him to assert dominance once he felt the arousal sticking that had been sticking to her thighs being smeared above his navel when she sat down to straddle him.
In his next breath, her fingers were tangled in his hair, opening up his thick throat for her to bite onto. A yelp turned into a moan while Duncan let his Alpha nibble his neck, marking his flesh with purples and blues. There was no going back now.
Working her way to the other side of him, she claimed the column of his throat before her fingers lined him up with her wet folds before letting his throbbing cock split her open.
What a delicious stretch he was. A whimper skipped past Duncan’s lips as he felt himself bottom out between her tight fold and (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle at the state of the Alpha beneath her.
His arms looped around her waist to pull her against him, his nose lost between the valleys of her breasts, smelling her once more as if he had forgotten her scent already. That was the last thing he wanted. For that bond to disappear.
It wouldn’t. Never has it happened but in that instant, the survival of their mating was all that mattered. When (Y/N)’s hand stretched around his bruised up throat and she started fucking herself on his cock, all he could do was allow those pretty little whimpers to leave his lips.
“Look who’s the bitch for his Alpha now” she teased, the sound of her skin now covering his strangled moans. A nod was all he gave her, her fingers leaving his throat to pin down his shoulders. Her hips quickly snapping above Duncan, (Y/N)’s moans joined his vocalisation and his fingers sheepishly caressed her waist.
Coil twisting deep in the stomach, the Alpha’s nails rakes down Duncan’s chest with angry red trails and in a surprising display of submission, the male sat up, nuzzling, kissing and licking the female’s chin. She raised her face to gaze ahead, exposing more of her jaw for him.
“Please” his strained voice whimpered while. “I’m so close” he continued, feeling himself swelling between her thighs.
With a shared moan, her coil snapped, her walls tightly clamping against her mate’s cock whilst he bucked his hips, desperately pushing himself over the edge, swelling so much that stimulation soon became painful before spilling thick ropes of his seed deep between her thighs.
Panting and whimpering, their bodies collapsed on the bed, his hands carefully cradling his Alpha’s waist. Their eyes met for a second and is nose went back to muzzling her neck and jaw before peppering it with kisses promptly returned by the female.
Tension slowly seeped out before Duncan could speak again. “Next time, I’m the one claiming that pretty neck of yours.” He teasingly nipped at her neck, a gentle giggle shook (Y/N). “Well, maybe next time I’ll let you fill me up with your pups…” she ran her finger along the bridge of his nose before softly kissing the tip of it. “Or maybe I’ll be the one properly fucking you” she finally whispered, causing Duncan to swallow back the thick knot quickly forming in his throat.
I wish I had the Talent™ to write an enemies to lovers Romeo and Juliet style fic for Vampire!Michael x Werewolf!Duncan. Maybe throw a little Incubus!Xavier in too to spice things up 😩😩
Summary: Duncan comes to terms with what he has done.
Word Count: 4.4K
Warnings: Duncan’s POV, aggressive!Duncan, angst
Notes: I’m sorry for leaving you guys hanging after part 5 (& breaking y’alls hearts) but here’s part 6!! Enjoy ♥ Side note: In this story, Duncan is actually related to the Shepherds, you’ll see why! (gif credit to @arthmorgn)
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
“God, what have I done?”
The only five words Duncan seemed to know since the moment he closed the door on Y/N, effectively destroying every good thing he had in his life.
It had been 27 hours and 46 minutes since he looked into Y/N’s eyes and shattered her heart. Something he swore he would never do, but now found himself having to deal with the consequences of his destructive actions. He should have known better. He should have known that something as cruel and monstrous as himself would hurt someone as pure as her.
The very first moment he had met her, he told himself that things would be different this time; that he couldn’t afford to lose somebody like her. She had seemed like the type to really turn things around for him, like she could make him a better person and set him on the right path. And she was. She had managed to do all of those things, including giving him the life he never thought he was capable of having, or deserving of, for that matter. He’d been so selfish back then, only thinking of her as something to better himself. Little did he know, how much of an effect she would really have on him. How much his heart would swell when he thought of her. Or how much love he was capable of feeling, all because of her.
27 hours and 46 minutes since he left behind the love of his life and he truly felt as though he was rotting from the inside out.
“You did what you had to do.” Annette’s unsympathetic voice rang through the small confines of the black SUV Duncan shared with her. They had just touched down in Paris and were headed to their usual hotel, where Annette’s brother would be waiting for them.
“I know you’re dealing with something, but I need you to keep up,” her voice showed no warmth or concern for her son as her eyes, that so closely resembled his own, took in his miserable appearance. “I didn’t fly all the way to that god forsaken island on Bill’s jet to retrieve you and bring you here, only for you to shut down and be of no use. You got us into this mess and you are going to help get us out of it.”
He looked up at her through unnervingly cold, icy eyes, that spoke volumes to the resentment he felt for his mother. The deadly glare was enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine but Annette showed no sign of backing down. This wasn’t the first time she had dealt with angry men in her family; it would definitely take a lot more to frighten her.
She was the same as she had always been: Distant and unfeeling. Too caught up in her own agenda to show any love or warmth to her own son. It was no surprise to Duncan that he turned out the way he did. And why it had been so easy for him to turn off his own feelings and break Y/N’s heart into millions of little pieces. It was the part of him he hated most; the part of him that could so easily hurt the one thing he ever loved. Except, it hadn’t been easy; it left him feeling drained and wounded, as if he’d never heal from this. Like, the exact moment he ripped her heart out with his ruthless words, he effectively destroyed his own heart along with hers, leaving him feeling empty and cold, just a shell of who he was. He despised being tied to the Shepherds and their innate cruel nature.
“Alright, show time.” Annette observed the few paparazzi lined up outside the hotel as they turned into the porte-cochere; someone had clearly tipped them off about the Shepherds’ whereabouts and she was no fool to expect otherwise. She knew how the world worked and she knew to expect the worst out of people; it was simply the world in which she was brought up. She was always prepared, always ready, for whatever situation she’d be thrown into next. Nothing ever surprised Annette Shepherd. “Fix your hair and smooth that wrinkle in your shirt,” she sat up straight, looking pristine and polished as she glanced at the watch on her wrist. “And try not to look so distraught when we step outside.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know what to fucking do,” he muttered under his breath, the car coming to a stop as feelings of being a teenager again and being smothered and chastised by her infiltrated his system. If he didn’t feel drained enough, her never-ending criticisms would do the trick.
The door of the SUV opened and Duncan stepped out, miraculously looking poised and confident as ever. A look of cocky indifference graced his features, his default setting at dealing with a situation where all eyes were glued to his every movement. He walked through the crowd, Annette following him, as cameras flashed and thick heavy French accents yelled through the small gathering of security helping to bring the Shepherds into the lobby safely.
“Ah, hello, Mr. and Ms. Shepherd. Welcome back,” the GM greeted them as they stepped into the building, the noise dying down immediately once the doors were shut.
“Bonjour, Jean” his words rolled lusciously off the tip of Duncan’s tongue as Annette stepped to the side of her son and greeted the familiar man.
“We have you in the penthouse suite again and Pierre, here, will bring your backs up at once-“
“No. If you could bring them up later, that would be appreciated,” Annette spoke curtly, glancing at her watch again.
“Of course. Right this way, then,” he spoke kindly, gesturing towards the elevators.
“That won’t be necessary, Jean-Claude. We can take it from here, but thank you. And as always, we would appreciate complete privacy during our stay,” she eyed the smaller man, making sure he understood the Shepherds were not to be bothered for the duration of their short trip.
“Yes, of course,” his thick French accent assured her she had nothing to worry about as he bowed his head.
They bid adieu to the kind man and made their way to the gold, ornate elevators, stepping inside and feeling a bit more relaxed without peering eyes following them.
“Bill isn’t happy, I should let you know,” she spoke after a long silent ride up to the suite; the small ding signaling the doors were opening.
“When is he ever happy,” Annette glanced over at her son as he stepped out of the elevator, sighing.
Already familiar with his surroundings, Duncan made his way straight to the bar across the room, the bottle of whiskey sitting on the glass counter practically screaming his name. Pictures of Y/N had been flowing through his head nonstop since he left her at the house and he honestly couldn’t bear it any longer; he’d do just about anything to numb himself and make this wretched feeling go away. Memories replayed in his head of all his times spent with Y/N; his mind played dirty tricks on him, as if it were betraying him with every passing second… He saw her face lit up with happiness; he saw her sleeping soundly next to him in bed; he saw her laughing beneath him as he tickled her and kissed her jawline. All these memories flashed through his head and he’d do just about anything to stop them now.
He poured the dark liquid into a glass and downed it as his memory from his last night with her lit up in his head, replaying the exact moment she realized what he was doing. While he carelessly told her that their relationship was over, her face had slowly contorted into sadness, showing just how much pain his words had truly caused her. She looked broken – utterly stunned and devastated and he had done that to her. He had broken her, the one person who actually ever loved him or cared about him. He was the cause for the teary-eyed Y/N flashing through his head right now and he had no one to blame but himself. Duncan poured more whiskey into his glass, feeling another wave of disgust wash over him.
“You might want to slow down. It’s only 7 in the morning,” his uncle’s voice could be heard behind him and Duncan instantly sighed, not wanting to turn around and face him, but did so anyways, albeit begrudgingly.
“Bill,” Duncan nodded towards the tall man with a face that showed just how little he respected him.
“Charming, as always,” Bill sneered. “Now, sit,” he pointed to one of the couches by the fireplace, where Annette was already seated. She held her hand up, beckoning him to join her and Duncan felt more disgust at her weak attempt at seeming motherly. He hated having to be back here, with either of them. If it wasn’t enough to have memories replaying in his head of Y/N, he also had to deal with old feelings of tension and anger being brought back, standing in the same room with his unloving family.
Duncan sat at the other end of the opposite couch facing Annette, causing a small sigh to leave her lips as she looked down, pretending to smooth her dress.
“You really are a fuck up, aren’t you?”
“Bill,” Annette spoke up at once, eyeing her brother with a warning look as Duncan simply laughed, leaning farther back into the couch and crossing his legs; a dangerous smile to match the intensity in his eyes.
“Yeah, well, we all know you love having someone to blame in the family,” Duncan spoke quietly, swirling around the contents in his glass before finishing it off.
“Do you know how serious this is?” Bill was livid, Duncan could tell; his uncle couldn’t, for the life of him, understand how his nephew could be so careless and stupid. “So, you meet a girl… You supposedly fall in love… And you tell her your little secret like the fucking idiot you are…” he spat with venom. “And then, what? You get married and live happily ever after? You should know by now that a happy ending isn’t in store for you.”
Duncan looked up at his uncle, his jaw tense and nostrils flaring, as he struggled to control his anger bubbling deep inside of him. He hated having to hear Bill talk about his relationship. Or, what was his relationship. What did Bill know? He didn’t know how intense the love Duncan had for Y/N was. He didn’t know how strong your bond was. The idea of Bill even mentioning Y/N got his blood pumping and before Duncan knew it, his fists were curling up into balls, wanting nothing more than to silence Bill.
“Don’t talk about her. I swear to god, do not fucking talk about her,” Duncan warned.
“Why?” Bill exclaimed. “She’s the fucking reason we’ve been thrown into this mess.”
Duncan got up, smashing his glass against the floor as he lunged at his uncle and grabbed him by his neck, “I said, don’t FUCKING talk about her!”
“HEY!” Annette’s voice boomed throughout the large room, causing both men to stop and turn their heads to her. She looked to Duncan, who stared at her with wide eyes, as she pointed to the seat he had just been in, “Sit down.” Her eyes then traveled quickly to her brother, who simply just looked annoyed. “You,” she pointed, “in the other room.” Her finger then pointed to the room next door as her eyes looked at him bitterly. “I will talk to him. You need to go.”
Duncan took his seat once he saw Bill walk through the door, slamming it shut. Annette took the seat opposite him and let out a tired-sounding sigh. She looked at her son, but she could tell that he was still furious. Mad at Bill, mad at himself, mad at the world... Who knew? All she did know was that things for the Shepherd family were currently in a catastrophic state and she needed to do whatever she could to get their family name restored.
“Listen… You’re both heated, and that’s understandable. But that isn’t going to help us right now,” Annette always spoke in a way that was quiet but commanding. She could get the attention of everyone in the room without so much as raising her voice in the slightest. It was her own personal gift. That’s why hearing her yell came as such a shock to Duncan at first but, honestly at this point, she could run outside like a crazy person, screaming from the top of her lungs that her son was a werewolf; he simply didn’t care. This different aspect to his mother’s character was the least of his worries. He only thought of Y/N and what she might be doing right this instant.
When Duncan didn’t respond and she noticed the melancholic look returning to his face, she continued. “We need solutions to this problem.”
“I’m surprised you don’t already have a detailed plan of exactly how to take that fucker down.”
“I thought you knew me better than that,” she smiled and it looked odd on her. It didn’t look right to see a smile on her face, he thought, and he wished that she would stop. “I do have a plan for how we want to deal with Mr. Richardson, but we still need answers. Like how he knows about the Shepherd Secret.”
“Why do we need answers? Just let me fucking tear his throat out and dump him into the Potomac.”
“You will not be doing that; do you understand me?” She narrowed her eyes at him, her tone regaining its seriousness. She knew all too well how dangerous Duncan could be, especially if provoked. And he was definitely provoked. She had never seen him so emotional in all his life and it was jarring, to say the least. He looked away, sneering at her trying to control how he wanted to deal with the situation. “We need answers, like I was saying. We still don’t know why Mr. Richardson attacked.”
“I’m a Shepherd. Do we need a reason other than that? People attack us all the time.”
“You know what I mean. He referenced you as being a wolf in his article. I doubt that was a coincidence,” she shook her head, feeling uncomfortable at the idea of her family secret being so close to being revealed. “The history of the men in our family goes way back but there have never been witnesses to their alternate selves. Never once has an outsider grown to know of their secret and lived. So,” she paused, tilting her head to the side, “Why the wolf comment in Mr. Richardson’s article? Does he know?”
“I don’t know… He may know but I have no idea as to how he would have found out,” Duncan sighed, running his hands through his hair, feeling exhaustion and the weight of the world bear down on his shoulders.
“I am going to ask you something and I need you to calmly consider what it is I am asking,” Annette stared at her distraught and ill-tempered son, hoping he wouldn’t react again in such a violent way.
“No, she didn’t say anything,” he was quick to shut her down with a low growl. The disgust that he felt for this woman never seemed to stop growing; just when he thought he couldn’t detest her anymore, she went and honestly asked if the one person he ever truly loved (and that truly loved him back) would ever betray him. He was disgusted with both of the insinuations flying from his mother and uncle’s mouths.
“It’s just that- What do we know about her?” She asked calmly, holding her hands up in a curious manner for emphasis. “What do we really know about her?”
“I know her,” Duncan started to raise his voice again and was beginning to regret ever listening to Annette in the first place and coming to Paris.
“Yes. But, do you? Do you really?” She thought it was a reasonable thing to ask considering everything she had heard about their relationship. “Duncan, I know how she came into your life. I know that you paid her,” she scoffed slightly, wearing an incredulous look. She didn’t appreciate being made to look like a fool and she certainly felt that that was what was happening here. She knew how to find things out, even about her secretive son, and he needed to realize that sooner or later. “The article wasn’t wrong in some aspects. Yes, maybe you loved her… But are you positive that she loved you back? Or perhaps, it was just your bank account that she loved?”
“Are you fucking kidding me,” his eyes turned to ice and he stared with as much hatred as he could muster at the one person who was supposed to be comforting, even loving, to him. But here she was, making Y/N out to be the villain in this situation, when she had done nothing wrong. Trying to say that she never loved him; trying to insinuate that she knew Y/N better than he ever did. “I should have never listened to you,” he said mostly to himself as he stood up, the sound of glass breaking as he stepped over the remains of his drink with his boots. “I should have never fucking listened to you. You told me to break up with her. That it was needed. That it would keep her safe. And now I have to fucking hear you and your shit-stain of a brother rip her to shreds.” Duncan had had enough; he truly felt sick to his stomach that he had let her talk him into what he did. She had made it seem as though Y/N would be protected this way; that this was the only way to keep her out of harm’s way. “No, she never told Nick fucking Richardson about our family’s little secret. No, she never told the press anything. Yes, we did have an ‘interesting’ relationship that involved money at first, but now we are in a real relationship. Or… at least, we were. Can you imagine that? Your son actually happy for once? Well no, I guess not because you had to go and fucking ruin everything that was good in my life. Do you know what Y/N did do? She loved me. Like, genuinely, really loved me. Can you believe that? She was good to me, she cared about me, she listened to me, and she made everything in my life better, simply by just being in it. That’s what she did,” he stormed across the room, gathering his belongings, ready to finally walk out of his mother’s life for good, but the tears wouldn’t stop gathering in his stormy, blue eyes and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking as his emotions paralyzed him to the spot.
“…She was my mate,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly as he admitted the true nature of his relationship with Y/N, feeling his heart ache in his chest. “And now she’s gone.”
He could hear a small gasp leave his mother’s lips as she stood behind him; the steady sound of her footsteps had faltered and she stared at him wide-eyed and in disbelief. “Duncan,” Annette whispered, completely at a loss for what to say. She honestly couldn’t believe what she had just heard, but it made everything else make sense now: His temper, his obsession, his emotional state; it was all finally clear to her. “I didn’t know she was your mate,” for the first time ever, he swore he thought he heard regret and was that, sympathy…? in her voice.
“You never cared to know.”
Annette walked up to him slowly, feeling that the slightest movement would cause him to either flee or attack. “I have been cold and I have been a distant mother, yes, I’ll admit to that. But I have always cared about my family. And I would die before letting our family secrets be revealed, so please know that when I say Mr. Richardson will pay for what he has done to us… for what he has done to your mate and yourself… that I mean it,” she looked at him sternly with genuine concern lacing her features, beckoning him to believe her. “Your mate will be protected; I’ll make sure of it. It’s better this way; she will be safe, I promise.”
“How is being away from me safer for her?” Duncan’s eyes started to water and he looked at the ground to avoid her intense gaze. “I can protect her… I can keep her safe. The safest place for her is right by my side, you have to believe that,” his voice broke and he rubbed stubbornly at the tears falling to his cheeks.
“It’s different for us, Duncan,” she reached up to stroke his cheek and he stilled, looking at her in shock, and not knowing how to deal with her showing any type of affection towards him. “We live in a different world than her. Putting her into the thick of it and having to struggle with people coming up to her, asking about the article while bombarding her with pictures? It would be too much for her. And if Mr. Richardson really is targeting us, it will be best to keep her out of the limelight and away from harm’s way. As I told you on the phone a week ago, if you love her, you need to do this for her,” she nodded her head slowly, hoping he understood. “Let us deal with the journalist and then you can have her back in your life.”
Duncan let out a sad laugh, feeling truly and utterly hopeless, “What makes you think she’ll ever want anything to do with me again?”
“If she is truly your mate and she loves you as much as you say, then she will understand... She will come back to you.”
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Y/N’s POV
“He will come back to you.”
The TV screen lit up in your old apartment; the two dull characters coming alive on the screen, as one friend told the other that her boyfriend would realize the horrible mistake he’s made and come back eventually. The similarity of this fake situation to your current situation made you feel sick. Genuinely sick. You found yourself wearily standing up, only to rush to the nearest bathroom and throw yourself down to the toilet, heaving up the little breakfast you had had that morning.
Every time you thought of Duncan, you felt sick. Too overcome with pain every second of every day, it was unbearable. How could he do this to you? How could he shut you out of his life so easily? Were you truly that disposable? These thoughts constantly filled your head and they never stopped. It was just too much.
Coming back to your old apartment was one of the hardest things you had ever had to do – for a couple of reasons. 1. This was the apartment Duncan had bought you, when he became worried for your safety in your old living situation. It had Duncan written all over it; his ghost haunted you everywhere you went. Had he really been worried about you? Or was that all a lie, too? 2. All you wanted to do was go home. To yours and Duncan’s place. To the place where you felt truly safe and secure – To where you two were happy. But that place was gone, figuratively speaking, of course. Although, you wish it had been physically destroyed, as well. Then, it would be easier to resist temptation to go over there. You felt like an addict; you needed, more than anything, to be inside those walls, to lay in your bed, to see his clothes hanging in the closet again, but you knew, deep down, that it wasn’t good for you. You didn’t belong there anymore.
Eventually, you would have to go to retrieve your belongings (or perhaps, Duncan would send them over, you weren’t entirely sure), but you weren’t ready for that. Duncan hadn’t so much as sent you a text since he broke your heart, now 8 days ago and counting; and honestly, were you expecting anything else? It was the longest you had ever gone without any interaction with him since the first moment you had met him and it pained you to know this was something you’d have to get used to – that not having him in your life was going to be your new norm. It was too much to think about, and you eventually felt another wave of nausea crash over you as you leaned over the toilet bowl once again and expelled all of your horrible thoughts and feelings.
You sat there and sobbed, feeling like a complete idiot for trusting The Duncan Shepherd. You should have known all he would bring to your life was chaos and destruction. No, no – How could you think that way? You wanted to believe every putrid thing the media had ever told you about him, you wanted to put the blame on his insidious reputation and hate him for what he did. But you just couldn’t. You knew who he was – who he truly was. And you knew how much he loved you. That couldn’t have been fake. As much as you wanted to think horrible things about him and curse him for breaking your heart the way he did, you just couldn’t.
You loved him. You had always loved him. You were each other’s mate and that meant something. But how could he throw it all away? It left you feeling debilitated with pain and confusion as a sense of hopelessness crashed over you once again. There was nothing you could do, it seemed. You had to let him be…
But if things had been reversed, would he give up on you so easily? You knew the answer and instantly, you knew what you had to do.
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😘😘😘😘😘.
A little werewolf Duncan one-shot. Maybe one day I’ll write an actual multi-chapter fic about him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Your study group had ran long, with finals making everybody stressed and desperate to try and remember as much as possible before having to take the test. Duncan, your boyfriend, had understood when you told him you would be late for date night. Thankfully, tonight’s date is just ordering pizza and watching movies, nothing elaborate like Duncan typically turns to. Easy to push back for a couple of hours, especially when said boyfriend runs a Fortune 500 company.
“Hi Dunc!” you call upon making it to his apartment when you see his blazer flung over the back of the couch; the first thing Duncan does whenever he gets home is dramatically freeing himself from whatever jacket or blazer he’s wearing.
Tossing your keys on the table next to the door, you bend down to untie your shoes. Upon kicking them off next to Duncan’s, you stand up straight and jump when you come face-to-face with Duncan.
“You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in.” He smiles, but curiosity shines in his blue eyes. If this were a stranger, you’d be concerned at the way he tilts his head. But this is Duncan, who just so happens to be a werewolf. You stand there in confusion for a minute, watching as he smells the air, and then his eyes narrow.
“Who was in your study group?” Duncan asks, pulling you to him and sniffing your neck.
“Uh, Molly, Eric--”
“Eric?”
“Duncan, you promised you would stop getting angry if I had to be around another guy!”
“I know, and I trust you no matter what. It just makes me mad when you smell like another man, but I know that’s irrational.”
Begrudgingly, you can’t get mad at him. Werewolves are naturally possessive creatures, especially when it comes to their significant others being around others that they peg as potential competition. With their heightened senses, it makes things especially tricky.
Duncan lets go of you when you step away, his nose still wrinkled at the unfamiliar scent you carry on you.
“How about I go take a shower, okay? You can order the pizza, and once I’m done I hopefully shouldn’t smell like Eric anymore.” A growl begins deep in his chest, and you shoot him a glare. “Stop that!”
“Sorry! Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”
You hurry past him, giving him space so he doesn’t have to get offended again. After a hot shower where you scrubbed every inch of your body multiple times, you finally deem yourself clean and make your way back downstairs in sweatpants and a shirt.
Duncan’s sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, and you can smell pizza in the kitchen. You sit down next to him, letting him take your arm in his hand and smell your skin.
“Better?”
“Much better,” he hums, wrapping his strong arms around you.
“You’re trying to cover me in your scent, aren’t you?” It’s a rhetorical question; you know that’s what he’s doing.
“Just let me do this, please.”
You sigh, but nod. “Clingy, clingy werewolf.”
“You love the clinginess,” Duncan says, kissing your neck.
