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This place will contain NSFW content, mostly of the kinky kind. I will block minors ballsy enough to not even pretend they're older. For anyone else I kindly ask you to be mindful of the way you consume this kind of content. Fictional content I post or reblog is not meant to be educational, but purely an exploration of fantasies in a safe manner. Please be safe out there!
I've had this idea for a while now, ever since I saw a scene like it in a movie hhh
Warnings; Oral, female receiving, no pronouns for reader, but they do have a pussy and are described as wearing a dress
Word Count; 1.3k
Damien had his hands on your hips, thumbs pressing into the sensitive spot where your legs meet your torso. The look in his eyes was dangerous. Hungry.
You should have known better than to wear that dress in front of him, darling. You knew that you wouldn't be making it to the party the second that you walked down the stairs to leave. Let alone out of the kitchen where he had been waiting for you.
"Dear heart, you look absolutely delectable. I could just eat you up." His voice came off as growl as he tugged on your hips, pulling your body flush against him. You placed your hands on his chest in surprise, face flushing a bright red as a shuddered breath of pleasure left your lips.
Damien dipped his head down, placing kisses up your neck, scraping his teeth along the spots he knew would make you melt. Your hands grasped at his suit jacket, that looked almost a little too tight on him, head falling to the side as his lips made their way to kiss along your jaw.
"In fact," His breath hot against the shell of your ear now, "I think I'll do just that." He purred. He nipped at your earlobe before dipping down, hooking his hands under your thighs and lifting you up around his waist in one swift motion.
"Damien!" You gasped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, legs hooked around his waist, as you stared at him with wide eyes, full of desire.
Damien gave a smug little smile in return, walking forward towards the kitchen table.
"Hush darling. Let me make you feel as good as you look." He set you down on the table, pulling your arms away from him and pushing you back to lay down. You complied, willing to give anything to this man at any given moment. Especially when he looked at you like that.
He leaned over you for a moment as you laid down on the table, his eyes trailing all over your body, the way your dress hugged your form perfectly. The low-cut top that showed off just a little bit more than it should, to be considered proper. His hands trailed along your sides slowly, giving them a light squeeze to pull a moan from you before trailing down to squeeze the outer part of your thighs.
"God. You're absolutely stunning, in every sense of the word." He unwrapped your legs from his waist, but kept his hold on them as he pulled you forward so your ass was at the edge of the table. You let out another gasp, nails digging into the wood.
Damien stood back up, holding your legs apart, trailing his hands up under your dress to push it up to your waist. The sight of your already soaked panties made him let out a low groan and he took a step closer, pressing his clothed cock against your heat. That made you squirm, trying to grind your hips against him, though he held you still.
"Ah ah dear, that's not what you get right now." He gave your thighs a good squeeze before his fingers trailed up again, hooking into your panties and slowly pulling them down. He took a step back to pull them off completely, leaving your pussy exposed to him, already dripping with want. You stayed as still as you could, squeezing your eyes shut as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.
"Look at you," Damien trailed a finger along your opening, dipping it in just for a moment before continuing up to rub your clit in slow, teasing motions. "I've barely touched you and you're just dripping for me." He let out a low chuckle as you whined, back arching up against his touch. As much as he wanted to tease you, make you beg, he couldn't resist the feast that was laid out right in front of him.
He pulled his hand away from your pussy, dropping to his knees in between your legs. He lifted your legs up to rest on his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold them apart as he placed heated kisses up your inner thigh, stopping to bite and suck here and there, leaving his mark. You were trembling from the feeling of his lips so close to where you wanted them the most, another whine leaving your lips as he continued to tease your skin with his mouth.
He smirked against your thigh at the sound of your desperate whine, and his grip tightened around your legs as he finally, finally, placed a kiss on top of your clit. Then the feeling of his tongue came out to play, licking a slow stripe up your pussy.
"Oh, fuck." You groaned, hands trying desperately to find something to hold onto from the feeling.
Damien groaned against you and that was all it took, his mouth began to assault your pussy, tongue flicking against your clit, dipping into your opening. His hunger taking over completely, he was eating you out like you were the last meal he would ever get. Not that he would complain if that was the case.
You arched your back, hands finding his hair finally, tangling your fingers into it and tugging. This earned a growl from him, and it reverberated against your core, drawing a long moan from your lips. He unwrapped one of his arms from your thigh, bringing his hand down to press two fingers into you as he continued to suck on your clit.
"Fuck! Damien! You're gonna make me…" Your voice trailed off as continued, fingers pumping in and out as he curled them up to hit that sweet spot. He pulled his mouth away from you, looking up at you, your wetness glistening in his stubble, lips red and parted.
"Look at me." It wasn't a question, he was demanding it. So you opened your eyes, vision hazy as you glanced down at him with quick shallow breaths. He used his thumb to press against your clit as he moved his fingers in and out, a smug look full of desire on his face.
"Fuck, you're beautiful. I want you to cum for me when I tell you to, do you think you can do that?" Damien breathed, leaning down to place a kiss on your pubic bone.
"Y-Yes…" You muttered.
"Good." He shot you a smile before dipping back down, his tongue joining his fingers once more. He kicked it up a notch, licking, sucking, thrusting his fingers, so desperate to make you unravel. Your head fell back against the table, nearly screaming in pleasure as your grip on his hair tightened.
"Cum for me darling. Now." He mumbled against you. The motions, his voice, his desperation, it made that coil snap inside of you finally, cumming hard around his fingers. Your legs trembled, thighs closing around his head, his name falling off your lips over and over again as if it were a prayer.
Damien moaned at the feeling, the taste, of you coming unraveled for him, his hand that held your thigh gripping at almost a bruising force. And he made sure to lick up every last drop of you.
You slowly came down from your high, opening your eyes, breathing heavily and letting your hands fall from his hair down to rest on the table. He pulled himself from in between your legs, bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean before he licked his lips. The sight of him sent another shiver down your spine.
"You taste just as delectable as you look, dear heart." He purred as he stood, leaning over you, his hands resting on the table by your head.
"I can't wait to absolutely ruin you again after this party."
Warnings; Dirty dirty boy, very dirty mouth, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, soft dom Dames, mind break if you squint, no mentions of genitalia besides Damien.
Word Count; 1.9k
Enjoy;)
Quiet muttering mixes with soft whines filled the room as Damien had you bent over on the bed, his body draping over your back as his hips continued rutting up into you. Your grip on the bedspread tightened until one particularly hard thrust ripped a moan from your lips.
"Oh, baby." He sighed into your ear, one of his hands coming up to tangle in your hair, barely pulling. "You just love this don't you? You love seeing your beloved, sweet natured Mayor come completely undone because of you, don't you? Feeling my cock inside of you after waiting for it, for so long." He accentuates the last two words with slow rolls of his hips, making you mewl. You squeeze your eyes shut as he gives your hair a tug to match his pace, trying to form coherent thoughts through the ecstasy flooding your veins was nearly impossible.
Damien felt a small little smirk tug at his lips as he watched your body writhe underneath him. Hearing your broken and strung together cries of pleasure was like music to his ears, wanting to hear more, he slowly pulled out of you until it was only the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You nearly sobbed at the loss of contact for the umpteenth time that night, trying so hard to push your hips back against him, though his hand held you in place.
"Damien… Damien please…" Your plea was quiet, muffled by the blankets, but he heard it loud and clear. His fingers dug into your hip while he leaned forward again. His lips brushed against your ear, teeth just barely nipping at the skin.
"Tell me, my little monster, was all of your persistent teasing worth it? Hm? All of the dirty looks and obscenities that you've done, right under the peoples noses. All of which should be saved for the bedroom, for only me." Damien let out a low growl as he suddenly jerked his hips, his cock slipping back into you without warning. You gasped, arching your back at the feeling of being full again. Though it felt amazing being filled, he refused to move, moving his hand from your hips to wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you flush against him.
"Talk to me love, let me know what's going through that pretty little head of yours. Or is your head empty, hm?" He started placing kisses along the side of your throat, softly teasing your skin with his lips and tongue. "Replaced with only the thought of my cock deep inside you, wondering when you might, just maybe, get your release." On the last word his hips twitched, causing his cock to brush against that one spot inside you that makes you nearly scream.
"God! Fuck! You're not playing fair Dames!" You whine, turning your head to the side a bit to look at his face. And boy was he a sight for sore eyes. His hair, usually slicked back and not a hair out of place, was tousled and stuck to his forehead from sweat. His lips were a red hue and parted slightly as he took labored breaths, though the twinge of a smile was evident at the corners of his mouth. And the way he looked at you, eyes lidded and filled with a certain hunger, a darkness almost, but there was still that specific tenderness to them. Love and adoration that swirled together with hunger and desire, made for the best possible combination. It made you ache.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm the one who's not playing fair? Remind me again what you did all evening, dear heart." Damien's smile bordered on mischievous, making your stomach flutter in anticipation. You buried your face back into the blankets and shook your head, pushing your hips back against his, making him grunt.
"Shy now, are we love?" Damiens arm unwrapped itself from your waist, "That's okay." He slides his hands under your arms, pulling you up with him as he sits back on the bed, making you gasp and effectively maneuvering you into his lap, allowing his cock to sink even deeper than you thought possible. Your head was spinning as you felt one of his hands trail around to your front, slowly rubbing circles into your heated skin before suddenly wrapping itself around your throat to pull you closer to him.
"Allow me to refresh your memory of this evening's events." His voice was low, coming off as more of a breath against your ear than anything. One of your hands grasps at his thigh, your hips desperately trying to grind against him. Just sitting on his cock alone was not enough, you needed more.
Damien held you against his chest, the hand still wrapped around your throat was no more than a heavy warm weight at the moment, a threat of what he could do. His other arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you down on his lap, not allowing you to move. He was in control now. And he needed you to know this. Your hand that was gripping his thigh tightened as he began to trail kisses down your neck again.
"Firstly my dear, calling me a nickname that you know will get me riled up, right in front of city officials. That was strike one." His hand tightened ever so slightly around your throat as his hips jolted up, sending a wave of pleasure up your spine that made you mewl. A tsk left his lips as he moved his kisses up your neck, placing one right behind your ear.
"And then, acting all innocent, knowing your teasing touches throughout the night had a much more sinful meaning behind them. That was strike two." He breathed, another thrust of his hips, driving his cock even deeper before stilling again. Tears began to form in your eyes from the back and forth of overstimulation and lack thereof.
"Damien…" You nearly sobbed, your head falling back against his shoulder. A quiet chuckle left his lips as the hand on your waist caressed your side, though he didn't let up. Not yet.
"Finally, your obscene show at the refreshment table, licking the chocolate off of your treat, your hand, causing me to nearly choke up in front of some guests. That my darling, was strike three." His voice was low in his throat, almost a growl but not quite. He wasn't truly upset, how could he ever be upset with you if this is where it would lead. He just had to make sure you knew your place, no matter how many times he had to teach you that lesson.
The tears that had formed previously were now rolling down the side of your face, dripping onto his burning skin. Damien tilted his head to kiss them away, rolling his hips once again before he spoke in a hushed tone.
"What do you have to say for yourself, honey?" He gave your throat one final squeeze before trailing his hand down your chest, his fingers stopping to idly roll your nipple between his fingers as he awaited a response. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't getting increasingly difficult to not just give you what you both desperately needed. A release.
But Damien was a man of patience, after all.
"I-I’m sorry, I'm so sorry Damien, so so sorry…" You sobbed, squirming in his grasp, the coil in your core was stretched so tight that it felt as though it was mere moments from snapping. But he just wouldn't budge.
"Now, I know you're not that sorry. You wanted this, you knew your actions would get you exactly what you wanted. What you needed." Both of his hands moved, now grasping at your hips, oh so slowly lifting you up on his cock. "But if I'm being honest, love, you're not the only one who needed this." He slams you back down onto his cock, nearly making you scream in pleasure.
In one swift motion he shoves you back, face down, into the bed, his hold on your hips nearly bruising as he began thrusting into you, setting a fast and almost brutal pace.
Patience can only get a man so far it seems.
Your hands curl around the sheets in a white knuckle grip, the sobs and moans leaving your lips resembling those of a pornstar. The sound of low moans and grunts coming from deep in his chest was intoxicating, mixed with the feeling of him finally, finally taking what was rightfully his, made that coil grow red hot.
Damien drapes himself over your back once again, slowing his thrusts into slow rolling movements as he breathes heavily into your ear.
"I don't think I'm going to last much longer dear heart… All that time you spent working me up really did a number on me." At his words you can't help but tighten around his cock, making him groan low in your ear, giving it a gentle kiss. "Though something tells me that you won't last much longer either." At the slight shake of your head he leans back up, a small smirk playing on the corners of his lips as he begins that quick, desperate pace again.
Your hips push back against his, meeting every thrust, chasing your own release as his fingers dug into your hips. Then he angles his hips just right, and you gasp. That was all it took. The coil deep in your core finally snapped as he hit that spot over and over. A white hot heat spread through your entire body as the release you had begged for finally washed over your body and mind. A long, drawn out cry of his name tumbled out of your mouth, muffled by the blankets as your body trembled under his hands.
Watching you come shamelessly undone, squirming and trembling underneath him, pushed him over the edge. One final thrust of his hips and you could feel a warmth spread inside of you as he came, filling you. A low moan reverberating off of the walls of the room as his grip on your hips loosened slightly.
Both breathing heavily as you slowly came down from the pure ecstasy highs, Damien slowly pulled his now soft cock out of you, another moan leaving his lips at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. As his hands left your hips you collapsed onto the bed fully, catching your breath as he moved to lay next to you. When his hand came out to caress your cheek, wiping away any stray tears, your eyes fluttered open. You were met with his loving gaze as his other hand trailed along your back, sending another shiver down your spine.
"Are you okay my dear?" He asked quietly, searching your eyes for any sort of discomfort as his hand moved to shift some hair out of your eyes. A small smile appeared on your face as you nodded.
"I am much more than okay Damien, that was… something else, utterly intoxicating." A quiet laugh escaped as you leaned into his touch. Damien's smile grew as he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead.
"So, tell me, was your teasing worth it?" He raised an eyebrow at you, to which you nodded with a sly smirk.
"Well worth it." He chuckled at your response, leaning in to give you a loving kiss.
"You're most definitely a little monster. Now, let's get you cleaned up, love."
God, you just loved him.
Tagging; @dark-cipher and @westanthewaterman because I feel like you guys might appreciate the second half of the fic
In which you offer Dark your body to use as stress relief for his voidborne breeding rut.
I finished this fuckin thing like 5 months ago after working on it off and on for over a year. This is Pyre Brand Breeding Kink as per usual, but I want to preface that his cum doesn’t work at all, the risk is entirely superficial and played up. Both he and Reader know this.
Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI
AFAB!Reader!/Femme
Pairing: Darkiplier (Markiplier CU) x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Heavy breeding/risk kink, some dubcon, mild dumbification, size kink, petnames/use of girl, pred/prey, chase, reader has a vagina, mentions of fertility/risk/etc, aphrodisiac, creampie, unprotected sex, tentacles, restraints, dom/sub, etc.
implied DA reader/reader with memories from WKM?, and i sorta injected my own canon into it
(sorry if that isn’t your cuppa tea, but a dude has to have some self indulgence sometimes right)
warnings: past trauma, Dark gets angry and yells, negative intrusive thoughts (from both reader and Dark), mutual pining (the idiots /aff), couple of suggestive lines
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The manor was chaos. It always has been, having 40 plus people living in the same place, no matter how large the mansion is. Now add in how —well— unique those people are, and it's a recipe for disaster. One that often left you scrambling, trying to keep fires out of one room while yelling and screaming could be heard in the next. But, hey, at least you weren’t ever bored. And you didn’t have it nearly as bad as Dark did.
Speaking of the entity, you happen to pass his main office hastily making your way to your next destination in the house. His door was uncharacteristically slightly open, and you sneak a glance into the room.
He’s at his desk, elbows on the table, and hands balled together almost like he’s praying. But the pained expression you see on his face, eyes closed and eyebrows twisted up in a way that —
You can’t lie, you’ve had some less than pure thoughts about him, even before that fateful night. But with so much drama and tension, and how occupied he was by whatever Marc was doing that week, you decided to push your feelings down, for his sake and yours. Mostly his, if you were being honest. You had a suspicion they weren’t exactly reciprocated.
“Hey,” You knock gently on the door while you fully open it, giving him a soft smile.
The entity did nothing but open his eyes and allow his expression to calm for a moment. A quiet sigh left his lips as he repositioned his hands to rest on the table as he lifted his gaze to you.
“You ok, Damien?” It still made your heart warm that he allowed you to call him by his old name when you were alone together. Almost made it seem like the old days when the two of you would stay up till ungodly hours studying together. Like the snake bastard had never—
“I am.”
Please just go away, he doesn’t want to hurt you.
“Are you sure? I was just passing by and saw how stressed you looked —”
“There is a reason my door is usually c̸l̸o̷s̷e̷d̶,” He must have said that louder and sharper than he intended, because his eyes immediately filled with regret as he sees you flinch slightly. A blink-and-you’ll-miss it flash of cyan came from his form as his statement echoed loudly.
Goddamnit.
You tried to cover up the hurt with a smile, “Ah. Well, if you need anything, you know how to get my attention. I’ll just go back to —”
“No,” and the room filled with red and blue sparks for a few seconds, and he rolled his shoulders and adjusted the cuffs of his suit, “Please, sit. I need to talk to you while you're here.”
You shut the office door as dread filled your stomach. Making your way towards the chair placed in front of his desk your mind started racing. Did you do something wrong? Was some of the paperwork filed incorrectly? Were you being fired?
You sat timidly with eyes looking up at him, questioning him silently as a deep sigh came from his side of the desk.
“I’d like to apologize for my behavior as of late. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated that way.”
You deserve the world. More, if it could be given.
You blink a couple times in the silence, not wanting to interrupt as he continued.
“Not having any clue what that bastard is up to the last few weeks, Wilford running amuck more than usual even for him, Bim with his unusual requests… I’m sorry, it just…” He trails off, sighing once again. He looks at you with something you don’t think you’ve ever seen from him, at least in this form: vulnerability.
“Hey, I understand. We all get overwhelmed sometimes. I just wish sometimes you’d let me help, y’know? … Or at the very least talk about it, let me in and —”
You freeze. Part of you wants to almost laugh at the irony of what you just said. Something about those three little words bring back a flood of memories. A void, red and blue flickers, a corpse, a promise.
If he could take it back, he would in an instant. He wasn't in control of himself.
He cringes lightly at the words, too. It was a long time ago, but the events of that night still took a toll on you both. He’s never truly expressed how sorry he was, he didn't think he could with words.
“Just, if there’s any way I can help— take over doing some tasks, be an ear to talk to…” continuing your thought as he rolls his neck once again. You try and make a joke to ease the tension as you gesture towards his neck,”…hell, give you a massage if that’s what’ll help, I’ll do it.” You say lightheartedly with a small chuckle.
He smiles a bit, “That’s… very sweet of you to offer all of that. Thank you.”
What did he do to deserve you, you wonderful thing?
“Of course. Remember back in university when we were studying for —oh, what was it? I think it was Junior year — finals? I started mindlessly combing through you hair and you were out like a light.” The both of you laughed quietly, reminiscing about a time long ago, another life that should have been.
“You do have a certain magic touch, dear.” He says through his light laughter, rubbing the back of his neck subconsciously remembering the feeling of your hands.
Your body makes a decision to get out of your chair and walk around to Dark’s side of the desk. This startles Dark a bit, as he turns towards you in his chair and looks at you quizzically before you make your way to your destination behind him.
You stand there for a moment, suddenly feeling aware and self-conscious about what you had chose to do. Your hands start with his hair, taking the fringe he now sports and running your fingers through to slick it back to the rest of his hair. He slowly shifts backward, giving you a better angle to work. Once all the pieces that hung in front of his eyes joined the rest of his hair, you gently raked your fingers through it.
Repeating the motion, you feel his body slightly slump under your touch. As you get into your own hypnotic rhythm, you end up switching between massaging his scalp and shoulders. You even start to hum an old familiar song, one that you knew he’d recognize and would help calm him.
He hurt you. And yet here you are, little monster, trying to help a monster like him.
As you finish the song, you can feel most of the tension has left him under your hands. You find yourself pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head before you even realize what you’re doing.
You step back, “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what—”
He swivels around to face you and sees the slightest bit of flush adorning your face. It was the first time you got to see his expression since you had started and he looked… at peace. You didn’t, however, see the moony look beaming in his eyes.
“There’s no need to apologize dear, however adorable you are doing so,” he gets up from his chair to stride to where you ended up from your embarrassment. He meets your eyes and looks at you for a moment before gently placing his hand on your face.
And you don’t pull away. Everything he is, everything he’s become, and you don’t pull away.
He leans down to kiss the top of your head, right where you had done it to him moments before, “There, now we’re even,” he whispers through a smile, thumb stroking your cheekbone.
You look up at him and you think your lungs have forgotten how to breathe. Both meeting each other’s eyes, you find yourself quickly glancing down at his lips and back up again and leaning subtly closer to him.
He finally breaks what feels like an eternity of silence, so quiet you can barely hear the words fall from his lips “Can I kiss you?”
You give a small nod as your stomach fluttered, afraid your voice would fail you if you tried to speak. He leans down and captures your lips with his.
It’s the most gentle kiss you’ve ever received and you melt into it. He tastes like mint and static and just… him. It feels like everything is right about it, pieces falling into place. Like it was meant to be in every other universe, and this one just caught up.
You don't know where you begin or end. There's a littany of noises falling from the shadows around you, but the room might as well be silent.
It's all too much. It's glorious.
You're rocked forwards by a firm thrust of hips behind you, filling your hole perfectly. As with every movement, this sets off a chain of reaction. The jolt sends the cock stuffed in your mouth further in, hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes sting. Your clit presses firmly into the wet embrace of the mouth below you, as well as impaling you even further onto the tentacle dick that's exploring your pussy. You can't even struggle from the embrace of toxic passion, as the rocking of your body is caught, tight, by more tendrils wrapped around your body like belts. The only noise that is able to leave you is a muffled whimpering cry, whereas groans of various pitches and vibrations echo all around you like the falling of dominoes.
"Christ, they're so good, such a tight darlin'," You hear Illinois groan into your neck from where he sits behind you, cock buried in your hole.
"Mmm, look at them. So full of us," Markus comments, breath shuddering as he pulls out slowly whilst you hollow your cheeks.
There's no words from Yancy, but then again you are sitting on his face. Instead, the grip on your tights gets stronger and you warble as best you can when he licks and then hums around your clit.
"Such a good pet, so good at being used," The sound shudders, ringing around you like the darkness itself.
"How many times do you reckon we can make them cum?" The adventurer asks, nosing up your neck like you're a prize he's won.
"Let me see," Dark then comes into view from the shadows, edges crawling with red and blue static, "How many endings of their little game were there?"
MINORS DNI!!!! Day 17 of Kinktober is: hatefucking - Actor x amab reader. Another prompt that got changed, though I’m very pleased with how this came out, nothing like a good orgasm to get some… energy out.
Also posted on AO3
Kinktober masterlist is here
Wordcount: 1.6k+
Tags/warnings: warnings: hate-fucking, degradation (towards Actor), use of slut/whore, mouth-fucking
You and Actor have never seen eye to eye on just about anything, so you tended to avoid each other even as you shared many friends.
However, being in the same profession it is sometimes inevitable that you will have to face each other. For example when you get cast in the same movie, him as the hero, and you as the villain.
But you can be professional, putting on a facade of friendliness whenever you are in the same room as him. Actor does much the same, though some comments and remarks slip through, though luckily no one seems to notice or care much.
MINORS DNI!!!! Day 15 of Kinktober is: facesitting & sex toys - Yancy x afab reader. Was this supposed to be shorter? Yup. Did I get a bit carried away? Also yup. Anyways, enjoy some pure smut!
Also posted on AO3
Kinktober masterlist is here
Wordcount: 1k+
Tags/warnings: facesitting, oral, Yancy gets called good boy/baby boy, vibrator, some dom/sub dynamics
You barely have your clothes off before Yancy drags you down onto the bed with him, though he grabs and tugs on your thighs as you straddle his lap, his still sweatpants covered bulge brushing against your ass.
MINORS DNI!!!! Day 13 of Kinktober is: monsterfucking - Dark x gn reader. Listennnnn, listeennn, this was NOT supposed to get this damn long, but it did, and I got no shame about it…. (mind the tags my peeps!)
You know Dark has days where he has to keep himself in check. Days where the shell of his body cracks, days where he appears less human, more monster features out in the open other than just his gray skin. Those days he tends to push you away, and keep to himself.
AN: Yes, yes, I know I did wax play already but wax play is a form of temperature play and I like it more than ice play so you get this. This also means I am all caught up on kinktober now. Yay!
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Dark practically hisses, sucking in a breath and throwing his head back against the pillows. You watch the way the wax splatters against his skin, dripping before cooling in place, painting his chest in beautiful speckles of white.
Pitch black eyes watch you with what some might assume to be a predator’s gaze, but you know better. Dark is relaxed and pliant beneath you, something you’re sure no other living or nonliving being has ever or will ever see.
He’s stretched out on the bed, gray skin a beautiful contrast to the silky, cobalt sheets beneath him. His dark hair is splayed out around his head like a beautiful, dark halo. You take a moment to admire him, admire his inhuman beauty and wonder how you got so lucky.
“An odd time to get sentimental, dear heart.”
You roll your eyes with a soft smile, ducking down to press a kiss to his cheek before dripping your wax over his chest, making him flinch with a content sigh.
“You can’t blame me when you look like this, my love.”
“Yes, but I imagine there are more pressing things to attend to.”
As if to emphasize his point, the entity bucks his hips, drawing your eyes down to where his cock lays against his stomach. You’ve ignored this part of him for most of the night, giving him a few lazy strokes when you’d pulled his pants off before focusing your attention on other parts of his body.
You’re sure, if his hands weren’t bound and stretched above his head, that he would be stroking himself slowly, trying to tempt you into giving him what he wants. But not today. Today you wanted a canvas. Today you wanted to get him to truly relax.
“I suppose there are, and I will attend to them, just not right now.”
You tilt the candle once again, drizzling a line all the way down from the bottom of his sternum to just above where the head of his cock sits leaking on his stomach. He jerks at the closeness of it, bucking his hips up involuntarily and letting out a quiet groan.
“Tease.” He grumbles.
“You love it.”
“What I love is having you on my cock, taking you apart piece by delicious piece until you’re a mindless mess beneath me.”
You shudder at his words and the heat in his dark gaze, but you shake your head and return your attention to the task at hand.
Sliding your hand up and down the length of his abdomen, you glide the tips of your fingers just barely over his cock before returning your hands to his chest. You peel each spot of wax off of him, admiring the flush each one leaves behind.
“You’re going to get bored of teasing me eventually, darling. You’ll be desperate to have me filling you one way or the other.”
He’s challenging you, attempting to goad you into being more rough with him, but you refuse to give in.
“I told you before we started I was going to take my time, darling, and I meant that.”
“Yes, I remember. But do you have the patience for that?”
You raise an eyebrow at him, pouring wax over his collarbones. “Do you?”
Dark groans, arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut.
“I think you underestimate my resolve, Dark. I can certainly be patient when I want to be, and I think I’d really enjoy keeping you here like this all night.”
The entity lets out a shaky breath, flinching when you rest one of your hands on his thigh. Your palm slides slowly up and over his hip, briefly stopping to scrape your nails over his hip bone, before resting at the base of his cock. You take him into your hand gently, wrapping your fingers around him and giving him a few languid strokes.
“That’s it.” He groans.
You continue to drip wax over him with one hand, using the other to caress his cock. You notice as time goes on, Dark gets more and more relaxed, almost beginning to melt into the bed. His hips roll up into your touch occasionally and he twitches just slightly with every splatter of wax against his skin.
After a while, you speed up your pace, twisting your hand over the head of his cock with every pass. The entity beneath you moans long and low, hips rocking up into your hand with every stroke. He’s moaning freely now, something you don’t get to see very often, and every sound that passes his lips sets your body on fire.
“Darling,” he groans.
“Are you getting close, my love?”
Dark nods, opening his eyes to look up at you with a hungry gaze.
“Good. I want you to feel good, Dark. I want you to cum for me.”
His eyebrows knit together and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m so close, dear heart. Just a little more.”
You slow down your strokes and he’s about to protest when a few drops of the hot wax splatter across the length of his cock and he’s cumming with a loud, surprised cry. You watch in awe at the way he falls apart beneath you, back arching and cock spilling over his stomach.
When he finally flops down against the bed with a long sigh, you blow out the candle and sit down next to him, running a hand through his hair.
“How was that?”
“Good, darling, very good.”
“See? Now do you understand why I was taking my time?”
His eyes open slowly and it’s not the lazy gaze you were expecting but that of a predator about to make the kill. You have time to gasp softly before you hear the sound of his handcuffs breaking and he flips you onto his back. Dark pins you to the bed, climbing over you and looking down at you with a devilish smirk.
“I hope you understand, darling, that I must return the favor and I guarantee I have much more patience to spare.”
Content: cock worship, praise kink, oral, handjob, use of good boy
AN: Ahaha pretend this is on time lol. Also I don't know how these keep getting so long??? This one really got away from me, I'm not sure how it happened.
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“Good boy, Mark.”
Your voice is gentle, sweet, and it sends a wave of heat flooding through him. Mark groans, shoving a knuckle between his teeth and bucking his hips up into your touch.
Stilling the hand stroking over his cock, you look up at him from where your chin is resting on his thigh. You smile, smoothing your free hand over his hip.
“What did I say about keeping yourself quiet, baby? Don’t you want me to hear how good I’m making you feel?”
He drops his hand with a soft whine and you take a moment to admire the deep blush coloring his cheeks. Your engineer looks so good like this, spread out on the bed, loose and relaxed, a flush covering his naked body.
His brown eyes dart around the room before returning to you.
“Captain, I…I just don’t want someone to hear, is all.”
“You know my cabin is sound proof, Mark, you designed it.”
“I-I know, but still…”
“Is someone, perhaps, feeling a little embarrassed?”
Mark’s eyes flick to the ceiling and he slides his hands down to the sheets, wringing the material in his fingers.
“Maybe…Maybe a little.”
“Tell me what’s embarrassing you, baby.”
While you wait for his response, you return to touching him, slow strokes up and down his cock, pausing to swipe at the precum beading at the tip and use it to lubricate your palm. The man beneath you groans, back arching off the bed just slightly.
“I’m just not used to being treated like this.” He admits shyly.
“Like what?”
“Gentle…affectionate.”
You smile up at him, ducking down to press a kiss to his hip bone, giving him just the tiniest nip with your teeth.
“You deserve to be taken care of, Mark. You deserve to relax and let someone else handle things sometimes.”
“B-But-”
“No, no buts. Captain’s orders. I want you to relax, baby, let me worship you.”
Leaning down on your elbows, you take the head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth. Mark groans, long and low, throwing his head back against the pillows and whinte-knuckling the sheets.
You start slowly, swirling your tongue over the head and bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with every downward stroke. He’s about average length but thicker than most. His cock feels like a nice weight on your tongue, the taste of precum filling your mouth.
One of your hands stays at the base of his cock, stroking and twisting over what you can’t fit into your mouth. The other slides up to grab one of his and pull it free from its grip in the sheets, interlocking your fingers.
“Fuck,” he moans freely, “that feels so good.”
Taking a break, you pull off him with an obscene ‘pop’ and begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his shaft. All the while, looking up at him with hungry eyes.
“You’re beautiful.”
He blushes. “Really?”
“Yes, really. All of you. But especially your cock. It feels so good in my mouth, baby. I could spend hours working you over with my hands and my mouth, feeling the way you twitch and hearing you moan for me. God, I can’t wait to make you cum.”
“C-Captain, you-you can’t say things like that.”
“Why not? I think you like it when I tell you how much I love your cock.”
Mark opens his mouth to respond, but you don’t give him the opportunity, taking the entire length of him into your mouth in one go, feeling the head brush against the back of your throat. He groans, hips bucking up against your mouth without his permission. Tears sting at the corner of your eyes and you gag around him, but you take a few deep breaths through your nose to ease the tension in your throat.
Swallowing around him once then twice, you watch the way his eyes roll back and listen to how each moan that spills from his lips gets higher and higher.
You pull off him slowly, making sure to press your tongue against the underside of his cock as you go. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you wrap both hands around him and begin a fast pace of stroking him.
“Captain, god!”
Mark bucks his hips in time with your movements, thrusting his hips up into every downwards stroke of your hands. He’s moaning freely by now, clearly feeling too good to care about anyone else on the ship overhearing.
“Please, fuck, it feels so good.
“Yeah? You look so pretty like this, baby, relaxed and desperate. And you’re getting so close, aren’t you?”
He nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I want you to make a mess. I want you to be a good boy and cum for me. Now.”
A few more strokes and he’s cumming with a cry of your name, spilling over your hands and onto his stomach, making a mess just like you’d ask. You continue to stroke him through it, milking every last drop from him until his hips are flinching away.
“You did so good, baby.”
You lie down beside him, propping yourself up on an elbow and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You run one hand through his hair and reach down with the other, swiping a finger through the mess on his stomach and bringing it to his lips.
“Open your mouth for me.”
He does as he’s told and you slip your finger in. His lips seal around the digit and you feel his tongue lave over your finger, cleaning up the mess there. Once he’s done, you kiss him, swiping your tongue into his mouth and getting a taste of him.
“How’re you feeling?”
You lay down on your back and pull him close to rest his head on your chest. Mark stretches and lets out a long, happy sigh before answering.
“That was so good, thank you.”
“Anything for you, baby.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “Rest now. We can get you cleaned up in a little bit.”
“But what about you? You didn’t get to have any fun.”
