Tag: Duncan Shepherd

Duncan introducing his SO to his mother and low-key wants them to get along since they are the most important ppl in his world

katiekitty261:

Duncan would be super anxious because he’s never really had a serious enough partner to introduce them to his mother, he’d be anxious the whole night because he knows how his mother is (she’s nice to everyone’s face but doesn’t say her true feelings), but later when you’re about to leave his mother gives you a big hug and tells you how happy she is that Duncan met you. He’d practically cry from relief.

Like, I imagine having him tied up, and he could easily get away if he really wanted but he won’t. I imagine telling him he’s not allowed to cum, and you work him closer and closer until you think he might actually cry with frustration, until you finally let him cum. And he thanks you over and over in his delirium, until he realizes that you haven’t stopped touching him and don’t plan to. That’s when he really cries because it’s too much, it’s good and it’s bad and painful and pleasurable (1/?)

wroteclassicaly:

(2/2) and he is too overwhelmed and can’t seem to force himself to do anything except scream and plead for mercy, tears running down his face at the sensitivity (ok I’m done sorry

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This is my dream.

You’d be like. “What, love? You can’t take what you do to me, hmm? Are you just going to admit you’re a massive whore and give in like the dramatic little bitch boy you are?”

Duncan’s son interrupting a meeting to show Duncan a piece of art he did

thelangdoncooperative:

“I really don’t think he’s our biggest problem with this bill. Our biggest problem is going to be-” Duncan stopped speaking to his mother and uncle at the first sound of a child’s laughter. He smiled, knowing exactly what was headed towards him.

His son came bounding around the corner, waving a paper in his hand as he did, “Daddy! Daddy, look!” He rushed to his father, not waiting to be lifted onto his lap. The boy had already begun to climb his way up.

Duncan lifted the boy, setting him on his knee as he beamed at his son’s excitement, “What do we have here?”

“Duncan, we have things to-” He cut off his Uncle’s complaints with a steely gaze. His mother simply smiled on at the sight of her son and grandson. Duncan was exactly the father she knew he’d be. Attentive and fiercely devoted.

Y/N followed not a minute later, out of breath and apologetic, “I’m sorry, babe. He’s a fast one,” she reached her arms out to her toddler, “We’ll get out of your hair,”

Duncan shook his head, “It’s not a bother at all. He was showing me this amazing drawing. Did you show Grandma?” He asked the boy who shook his head.

He hopped off his father’s lap and over to his grandmother. The talk of the bill could wait. Washington was always on the verge of a meltdown but it’s not everyday his son makes a picture of a dinosaur.

Y/N teaching Duncan how Michael likes his cock sucked and pushing him down and fucking his throat on Michael’s cock and laughing at him when he starts gagging and crying but also encouranging him like ‘You’re making him feel so good, you’re such a good little boy’. Ugh failed no nut november

langdonsgallant:

We’ve all failed no nut November…

Y/N would be encouraging Duncan all the while she’d be pumping Duncan’s length in her hand and kissing his cheek every time he comes up for breath. Michael would be in so much pleasure, his heart full of love for his two lovers.

I’m sorry for sending so many requests! But could I have fluff/NSFW duncan where his mom just barges in while they are frick fracking (she is an unknown not political maybe someone he went to college with and have been together for some time and this is how his mom finds out)?

duncans-donuts:

Its totally fine! I freaking love when I get asks! People don’t realize how much creators like me appreciate asks!

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He had you face down on the bed, fucking into you deeply. It was your one year anniversary and he was letting you know how much he still loved you. Even after having to hide your relationship for 12 months. You weren’t famous, you weren’t a political figure. You were just someone who owned a flower shop down the street. Duncan wanted to keep you out of the spotlight and keep you safe from the media for the time being.

He rolled his hips, leaving love bites up and down your neck. You moaned softly, his name spilling from your lips every now and then. He always made sure to make love to you every chance he got. When your orgasms hit, he came deep inside you.

Before you two could recover from your highs, Annette burst into Duncan’s room. She screamed in surprise as Duncan quickly covered you both.

“Jesus, Duncan! You could at least let me know when you have a girl over!” She huffed,

“I don’t have to tell you anything! It’s my apartment, mom!” He replied angrily.

She looked at you both when you were covered. She looked at you “I know you. Aren’t you the florist who arranged the flowers for Duncan’s birthday party last year? Y/N?” She asked. You were red in the face, and a bit surprised she even remembered you.

You nodded “Yea. Um… That’s me” you said. She smiled and glanced at Duncan and back to you before stepping out and closing the door.

You and Duncan started at each other for a minute. You cracked a smile and before you knew it, you were both bursting with laughter. Well, at least it was no longer a secret.

the only one who actually knows what Duncan’s up to is Gallant because “Of course I can tell you’ve been fucked in the ass, you’re waddling like a damn penguin” Duncan’s face is burning red, and it doesn’t help that Gallant wants details

langdonsgallant:

Holy shit! Gallant would be like “so who was it?” and Duncan would blush so hard as his gaze reaches Y/N and Michael standing across the room from them. Gallant would probably be very intrigued and say “Y/N?” He’d shake his head and then gallant would say “both?” and Duncan would bite his lip and nod slightly.