#those lil glass ball things r meant to be lights

[hordemama]

two rabbits enjoying a romantic cuddle in the "private room". Since so many space rabbit cultures and dwellings are based on the family and social interactions, it's important to have at least one private room for one or two individuals at most to escape to when things get loud and chaotic.

they're enjoying a nice snack as well! its a nasty mixture of hot melted fats and other such innards with melting stirring sticks made of blended plant matter and sweet sap.

Also, i think a lot of their language sounds like silly nonsense word and squeaks so hence the "gwah". Gwahwahwa waaaaa hoooooo like that i think

[langdvnshepherd]

Imagine that Duncan has a mummy kink that you discover one night when he drank too much and that he feels bad that you've discovered - but that does not bother and leads to a new kind of game 😉

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Pretty self-explanatory lmao, drunk sex, unprotected sex, mommy kink, choking

A/N: We LOVE accidentally finding new kinks in this house!!! I wrote a lil sum sum for it really quickly so it’s not anything too special but I wanted to do it anyway! I’m trying to add a cut but Tumblr is being an ass so I’m sorry if I don’t figure it out eventually. Hope you enjoy bc I definitely can’t stop thinking abt it xoxo

There were a few things you were certain of.

You were in New York, celebrating a milestone for The Shepherd Freedom Foundation with Duncan. The party was held in an event studio in Brooklyn, overlooking the infamous bridge and skyline of the city. The walls were covered in red brick and the low-hanging, exposed lightbulbs cast an amber glow throughout the entire space. You had worn a black dress, the one that accented your figure in every feasible way, the one that always made Duncan eager to ditch whatever plans you had and stay in for the night.

There were a shit ton of people there, most of whom you had seen in Duncan’s office building at least a time or two. Duncan had to have been extremely comfortable around them, as he had gotten the kind of drunk you’d only ever seen him get at his mother’s Christmas party when he was surrounded by his family and friends. He is a very serious man, meaning he never even gets past tipsy around his business partners or those he was trying to impress. He has to be stern, in control, and too much alcohol hinders him from doing so. But not in this case. There was no reason to put up a front, as the goal had been met.

As soon as you’d reached the fourteenth floor of the building and made your grand entrance to the party, Duncan escorted you straight to the bar and immediately ordered the two of you a drink. And then another. And then another. And then another...

Which led you to the things you were absolutely fucking clueless about.

You had no idea how long you’d stayed at the party. It could have been for a couple of hours just to make the necessary rounds, or it could have been until the entire space cleared completely and you two were the last ones out the old, wooden door. You didn’t remember how you’d gotten home. It might have been one of the company’s drivers, it might have been a taxi. Regardless, you had no recollection of teasing Duncan in the backseat, palming him through his Tom Ford trousers until his thick cock was straining against the charcoal grey fabric. You also had no recollection of riding the glass elevator up to the penthouse suite of your hotel (had you been in there just one minute longer and Duncan would have had you stripped bare with your front pressed against the cool glass while he took you from behind). And you certainly had no recollection of how you’d ended up on your shared California King bed, riding Duncan against the headboard with your head thrown back in ecstasy while he was clutching so tightly onto your hips that you’d certainly have deep blue and lavender marks on your hipbones where Duncan’s thumbs had been.

The honey-blonde was in an upright position, using his grip on your hips to hold you as close to him as possible. Your arms were wound tightly around his neck, more or less smothering his head into your chest while you bounced up and down on his cock, but it’s not like Duncan minded. He would have been happy to go right then and there if it meant he could feel you expertly clenching around his cock like you were right now. The quick huffs of warm breath that accompanied each groan that escaped Duncan’s lips fanned over your breasts, hardening your nipples into firm pebbles.

You were lost in your own world, skewering yourself onto Duncan’s cock like there was no tomorrow. The combination of Duncan’s body heat and the copious amount of alcohol flooding your system set your soul on fire. Every nerve ending in your body felt electric as your walls stretched around your longtime boyfriend’s girth. The burning in your thighs felt delicious as you filled yourself to the hilt with each roll of your hips as the alcohol helped to numb most of the pain. At the time you could have sworn you’d never been this wet before in your life. That was until...

“Mommy.”

You heard it. Plain as day. It slipped right out of Duncan’s lips as he briefly detached his spit-slick lips from sucking on your nipple in a moment of ecstasy. Immediately, you snapped out of your drunken state, becoming completely lucid and aware of the fact that Duncan just called you fucking mommy.

You froze in place, your thrusts coming to an abrupt halt. Never in your life had you heard Duncan say or do anything that insinuated he would ever be interested in something like this, and it was clear Duncan was just as alarmed at the word he’d just said out loud. He seized his moaning in a matter of seconds, his body becoming rigid and still.

You instinctively ripped his head away from your chest to be able to look him in the face, tugging rather harshly on his once perfectly gelled locks to tilt his chin up to meet yours. It wasn’t meant to be malicious, but a shiver erupted from Duncan’s chest at the motion.

“What the fuck did you just say?” you demanded to know, breathing heavily in between each word.

He didn’t say anything. It was obvious that he was embarrassed. He couldn’t look you in the eye, and even in the dark of your hotel room where the only source of the light was the nightlife of the city tens of stories below you, you could see the crimson shade of red that trickled down from his stubbly cheeks down to his neck.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” he tried to excuse his behavior, but you could still feel him inside of you, achingly hard and twitching, even after you’d yanked his hair by the root. Which means he definitely meant it.

And for reasons that you couldn’t even begin to explain, you felt yourself becoming increasingly aroused as well. You tried to suppress a shutter yourself by clenching onto Duncan’s cock as a fresh wave of your slick coated Duncan’s cock and leaked out from below you, trickling slowly onto his balls. 

You had never felt this way before. There was no denying that you were both plastered and not in any condition to be having a serious conversation, but you couldn’t help but wonder where this all came from. Was he just testing the waters? Or had he always been spurred on by shit like this and was just too timid to bring it up? It was normally Duncan that enjoyed taking control, being called daddy as he pounded ruthlessly into your pussy with a vengeance. Now the tables had turned, and you were almost certain that you liked it. A sinister grin overtook your features as you forced Duncan to look at you with his crystal blue eyes.

“You didn't?” you asked mockingly, removing your grip from the back of his head to apply gentle pressure to his neck whilst lowering him onto the bed simultaneously.

“Because I think you did,” you continued, the last word coming out as a whisper.

Duncan’s breathing quickened and his jaw tensed. The thumping of his heart could be seen on the outside of his chest. He suppressed a low, “Fuck,” with all of his might at you talked down to him. You felt him twitch once more inside of your warm, spongey walls.

You leaned down to level your body with Duncan’s, hovering your head just above his. You licked a flat stripe from the base of his throat to the soft spot just behind his ear, and you tugged just slightly at his lobe when you reached it. 

You’d never been this bold, and it felt good. Perhaps this drunken mistake could work to your advantage, knowing that the almighty Duncan Shepherd that no one dared fuck with had a weak spot.

“C’mon Dunc-” you teased, applying an increase in pressure with your fingers to his neck.

“Are you gonna cum for mommy?”

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