#damien x reader

[ktsanlol]

Because I suddenly thought of such a thing, so I drew it;)I think it's really stupid but I still drew it, maybe a bit ooc.（If you see any grammatical errors in this passage, please don't mind because I'm using a translator:)）（Damien X F！ reader）

[that-fandom-obsessed-girl]

Back To You

Dark/Damien x fem!DA

Inspired by Hozier's Do I Wanna Know?

TW: None

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October 9th, 1928

“Do I wanna know If this feeling goes both ways? It's sad to see you go Was sort of hopin' that you'd stay”

"I won't force this upon you. You have a choice here. Just know that this is the only way you can escape. Just relax." Except in the end, she had. Celine grew tired of you waiting and thinking about your decision. She knew that her dear brother would never agree to the plan if he knew the cost. She knew you would never make it out of that mirror. And while she felt a tad bit bad when she did it, hearing Damien comfort you and saying it will work, it’s more of a feeling of pity. She pities you for trusting her brother so blindly. The two of you were practically inseparable after all, two peas in a pod. She also knows how he feels about you. She sees the way he looks at you when you are explaining something interesting to you, even if he has no idea what you are talking about. She knows he longs for you, but he can never have you. Especially not after this. She knows she is in the wrong, but she knows it’s the right thing to save her brother. She just hopes it won’t be painful…

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It hurts to watch him walk away. It hurts to watch yourself stand up and walk away. You want to scream and cry and beg but you can’t move. Now that you think of it, you can’t feel anything besides your own thoughts. You know he wouldn’t have ever agreed to the plan if he had known the cost. He would have sent you with Celine and stayed sealed inside of that cursed mirror forever. You only wish he would feel no guilt.

“Darlin', we both know That the nights are mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day”

So this is where you stayed. The mirror remained shattered, but it was immovable, as if it had been built into the wall. Mark stayed in the mansion, walking around in Damien’s old body. But it seemed like he knew your fate. Instead of covering the prison up with a cloth, he let it live in peace. You cherished the days that you could catch a glimpse out the window of the world outside. You saw the leaves grow and change and shrivel and die and grow and change and shrivel and die and over and over and over and you can’t take it anymore. In your time in this prison your mind replays every single moment you have ever spent with the man who ruined your life. The man you had loved.

The man you had lost.

But every time your mind drifted towards the nothingness, you remember things. Little things like how your hands fit so perfectly together. Things like how he always made sure you weren’t overwhelmed. Things like celebrating with champaign he had bought because he just knew you were going to get the job. Little things that remind you of the good moments. And they keep you sane. Keep you away from the darkness. And you stayed like that. You stayed like that as the days, weeks, months, and years blurred together. You watched as Mark went along with his life, winning awards and getting girls. One day one of the models had complained about the mirror and Mark had covered it up to please her, while intentionally leaving a small portion uncovered. So, you watched as Mark eventually packed up and moved away, wanting to forget about his old life forever.

Or so you thought.

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May 12th, 2019

“Crawling back to you Ever thought of callin' when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do”

Damien had finally done it. He had taken the mansion from Mark. He had overstepped and it had led to his downfall. He had called himself a hero. Damien had voiced his disagreement with a hatchet. But the whole ordeal had led to his sister’s fate. Poor Celine. She had accepted her fate of slumber willingly, but it still pained him to think about. But it didn’t feel right to be called “Damien” anymore, considering he wasn’t only Damien anymore. He was both Damien and Celine and neither of them at the same time. But before he could think of anything, he noticed a sheet covering a familiar shape in the foyer. The sight took his breath away, memories flooding his head. He knew what the red one had done, and he knew what the blue one was telling him to do about it. He only hoped that the prisoner hadn’t seen him walking away towards the library.

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October 30th, 2026

He found it. He actually found it. It had taken Dark seven years to find the book that Mark had used to trap Damien and Celine in that mirror all those years ago. And in those seven years, more had joined him in the house. Wilford had been the first, practically barging in and dropping his bags in his chosen room. Yancy and Illinois had followed a year later, within weeks of each other. Yancy had just made parole and Illinois found him wandering around a library. They chatted and realized they had a mutual friend, leading to them discovering the manor. After them, Google, Bing, Yan, Bim, Dr. Iplier, and Host all found their way to the others. A few months after Host arrived, he and Illinois had met Engie and gave him a home. The latest addition had been Simon, who still wouldn’t open up to anyone other than Engie after they bonded over their love of the stars. All the egos had found a home in the manor, being able to live freely and as they wished. There had only been one enforced rule: don’t remove the covering on the mirror. Dark had made that incredibly clear to each of them as they arrived. Each new member had obliged without question, just being grateful to have a home. And so, the mirror had stayed like that.

Until now.

Dark had demanded everyone out of the house after he finished reading the book. Not wanting to face his wrath, everyone filled out quickly. Once everyone had left, Dark approached the mirror with the book in one hand and a blanket in the other. He could feel the blue one getting excited as he set the book down on top of the blanket. And for the first time in 80 years, the sheet was torn off the prison.

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“Maybe I'm too Busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through”

 You hadn’t seen so much light in days- or was it years? You could hardly remember anything anymore, just small memories of a man in a silky suit who walked with a slight limp. So, when your eyes had adjusted, you had expected to see the empty foyer like you had before. Instead, a silvery substance had taken its place, looking like a piece of flowing fabric on a shining ballroom dress. But before you could investigate it, a gloved hand emerged from the liquid. The hand flickered slightly for a moment, shifting from monochrome to blue and red then back to monochrome. Something in your heart drew you to the hand, something you couldn’t recall. Suddenly, you realized you have hands. How had you never noticed that before? Seems like the kind of thing you would notice. You realize what you could do now with your “new” hands. The feeling of a strong hand is the first thing you have truly felt in 98 years. It felt like you were a puzzle piece that had found its match. And as you were finally ripped free from your prison, you felt free.

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Dark fell to the ground, clutching the frail figure he had once called his best friend. She looked thin and pale, her breathing horse and jagged. As he ripped the blanket from its spot on the floor, he recognized the red dress that she was now wearing. It was the same dress that had stolen the blue one’s breath away all those years ago. The sight brought tears to his eyes. All he could do was clutch you to his chest as you slept. He didn’t know how many minutes had passed, how many hours, before Wilford came barging in through the door, complaining that Google wouldn’t help him find his next interviewee. The moment he saw the monochrome man clutching the delicate figure, he stopped. As he walked around slowly to view her face, a small gasp left his lips, immediately recognizing his old acquaintance.

But Dark didn’t notice.

He didn’t notice as the mustached man ran back out the door. He didn’t notice as the doctor barged in ten minutes later, Wilford trailing closely behind. He only snapped out of it when the doctor kneeled down to tell the sobbing man to carry the girl into his office. Not even six minutes had passed when he laid the girl down on the hospital bed and took a seat next to her. Then, he pulled up an uncomfortable chair and held her hand. And he stayed like that, watching over his love. Until the second she opened her eyes.

[that-fandom-obsessed-girl]

The Gala

Damien x Fem!DA Fanfic

Based on Ribs lyrics:

"You're the only friend I need

Sharing beds like little kids

And laughing 'til our ribs get tough"

TW: Alcohol

     The lights reflected the star touched dresses and suits as the officials and representatives glided across the ballroom. The mansion had been dressed up in its finest with flowing black fabric draping from the ceiling, a stark contrast to the bright colors of the many gowns. The great hall looked nothing like the mayor remembered it had only a few days ago when he approached his friend with the request to borrow it.

But he wasn’t focused on the way the lights shone or the way the dressed up politicians murmured around him. Damien was looking at you as you mingled with the guests in the bubbling mansion. You looked stunning in the silver dress you had picked out. It flowed around you like waves on an ocean and shimmered as the light hit it. You smiled and thanked people as they congratulated you on your new position as the district attorney. You were the reason this gala was happening after all. You were the first woman in history to be district attorney in this city, and you had decided to make a good impression by hosting a charity gala for the orphaned kids in your area.

Damien looked on at the steady flow of people who kept you in the center of the room. While he knew that some of the city officials were truly happy for you and know how hard you had worked to get to your position, he could also hear the whispered words around him.

“She’s been friends with the mayor and his family for years.”

“This is nepotism at its finest.”

“Let’s see how long it takes for her to slip up, I’m sure it won’t take long.”

Damien knew that they were all just envious of your position, but he knew that you heard the comments too. He saw you tense up when someone would walk behind you, clearly muttering sharp words that pierced your confidence. He saw you growing less and less confident by the minute. When he saw your rival attorney, Bill, and his wife, Emma, approaching you, he knew he should probably step in and stand by your side. He said his apologies to the neighboring mayor he was speaking to, grabbed his cane from its spot against the wall, and started to weave his way to you.

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"You're the only friend I need"

“Y/n you are wearing such an interesting outfit choice! I would have never thought to pair brown boots with a formal dress! Such a unique look,” Emma said, venom laced in her tone. You laughed nervously along with the couple, but inside you knew you could have said the same thing to her. She was wearing a poofy orange feathery dress covered in sequins. But while you realized she looked like a child in a beauty pageant, you thought this conversation would never end. That is, until you felt a firm hand on your shoulder. The pressure made you jump slightly as you turned to see who it was. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you saw the mayor standing beside you. He smiled coolly at Bill and his wife, his posture poised and perfected.

“Why Bill how are you? How’s the children?” Damien asked with a smooth tone. You saw Bill’s smug expression falter as he answered Damien’s question, saying how his son had graduated as salutatorian this past spring. When you congratulated him, he interrupted you saying he could’ve done better. Damien saw you tense up again at the interruption and it only confirmed his thoughts that this was not the situation for you to be in. 

“If you’ll excuse us, the district attorney has some official business to attend to before continuing her duties in the gala,” you had no idea what he was talking about but you were grateful for the escape. But as you began to walk away, you felt Emma tug your arm. When you turned to see her, she bid you good luck. But as you smiled and began to thank her she stumbled forward, seemingly tripping on her own red dress. Damien’s expression matched yours as you looked on in horror as the red wine stained the shimmering fabric. Your ears rang as Emma apologized, voice laced with false pity and lies. You could feel eyes turn towards the commotion and the mess painted across your dress. Damien’s soft voice snapped you out of your haze.

“Are you ok?” He whispered into your ear. You shook you head discreetly and he offered you his arm. You took it and he whisked you through the crowd to the nearest private room in the mansion, leaving the sound of Emma’s soft laughter behind you.

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"Sharing beds like little kids"

The minute that Damien shut the door to the room, you flopped onto the bed, silent tears slipping down your face.

“Dove?” Damien exclaimed, seeing you collapse. “Are you-“

“I’m fine!” You said quickly, hearing the fear in his voice, “I’m fine.” Your voice broke further when you repeated the statement. You stared up at the pale ceiling as you heard his soft footsteps coming towards you. Except, they never made it. Instead, you heard him make his way to the attached bathroom and turn on the sink. The sink was still running when he sat down next to you on the bed. Your silent tears grow audible as you feel him begin to softly dab at the dark stain on your dress with a wet towel. He says nothing as he continues to work on the stain, but you interrupt the silence.

“I’m sorry, I ruined the gala I should’ve known better than to talk to Emma and-“ you yelp sharply as you are pulled up to a sitting position. When you look up, you realize how close you are to the mayor. His face is inches away from yours as his eyes sweep across your face. He reaches up with the towel and wipes your tears away. Though, it’s a failed attempt because soon more tears take their place.

“This isn’t your fault. And don’t you dare lie to yourself that it is,” he looks at you for a moment before taking a slow breath and standing up. “Now lay down, I’ll be right back.” You do as he says and get comfortable. As you lay there, you wonder what he was doing…

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"And laughing 'til our ribs get tough"

You sit up as Damien walks back into the room. He looked up at you with a sparkle in his eye. You giggled at his expression as he walked over to the bed and sat down.

“What did you do?” You say, suspicion dripping into your voice. He grins as he looks at you.

“I’m afraid the dear district attorney is feeling a bit under the weather and won’t be joining us for the rest of the evening.” You laugh, shaking you head in disbelief.

“You are a madman,” you say as you watch him lean his cane against the side table.

“A brilliant madman!” He retorts, laughter lacing his voice. He smiles brightly as he looks back at the door.

“You should have seen the look on Emma’s face, I think she was planning on humiliating you further when you came back, my dear.”

“I think she humiliated herself when she ‘tripped’ like that,” you mimed air quotes, “she looked like a flamingo!” 

He held in a laugh as he said, “that flamingo must’ve eaten some bad krill, cause she could’ve blended in with an orange tree!”

The two of you laughed so hard, Damien started snorting and your ribs hurt. Both of you knew that the joke was nowhere near funny, but you both had had just enough champagne to make the world feel glittering and happy. You don’t remember the last time you saw him like this, definitely not since before university. You had always been close, but since college he kept his circle small, only consisting of you, his sister, and Mark, but you never saw him anymore. He looked so carefree laughing like that. 

He sighs as your laughter quiets, and he stares out the window with a thoughtful expression on his face. You move next to him at the edge of the bed and take his hand.

“Wacha’ thinking about?” You ask him as you trace circles around his knuckles. He looks at you as an idea creeps into his mind. 

“You wanna get some air?”

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As he leads you up to the rooftop terrace, you can’t help but look out at the rolling hills in wonder. You never had the chance to explore the vast manor, only having visited once or twice before now. Damien, however, came regularly to visit his sister and loved to explore every nook and cranny. You leaned out against the wall as you breathed in the fresh air. But when you turned to look at your friend, you realized he was already staring at you with a look on his face that you couldn’t quite place. The two of you looked at each other for a moment before you stepped towards him and broke the silence.

“Did I ever tell you I did ballet? Got as far as pointe shoes even,” you said out of the blue. You could see surprise quickly pass over his face before he smiled. He took a step towards you and took one of your hands. You looked down at the contact before his voice took your attention.

“I would have never guessed,” he said before quickly adding, “not like that! I mean you could do anything, my dear, you’re already so talented and-“ Your laughter cuts him off. You pulled him towards the wall separating the two of you from the rest of the world. He stood next to you as the wind blew against you, causing a bit of your hair to come loose. The mayor quickly took care of that, however, tucking the strand behind your ear. Both of you froze at the motion before you looked away.

“My dove please look at me,” he pleaded softly, holding your hands as you avoided his gaze. Eventually you looked up at his dark eyes as he asked, “what are we?” You exhaled shakily as you tried to turn away.

“We can’t, people already think you rigged it for me to win.” He stopped you with a hand on your arm. When you tried to pull away, to try to stop the hurt from shattering you, he stopped you with three words. 

“I love you.” 

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You know the words are true. You knew from the pain in his voice he felt that way wholeheartedly. You turn back to him, tears in your eyes. You felt the same way, you’ve felt it ever since he stood up for you in grade school. You felt it during the late nights where he stayed up till the sun rose just to help you study for your exams. You felt it when he hugged you and celebrated with you when you found out you got the job. You’ve felt it for so long. You were just too scared to say anything.

“I love you too.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. 

You stepped back toward him and he took your hands softly. You looked up at him and stole a soft kiss. It wasn’t exciting or messy, it was quiet and soft, like a secret. And when you pulled back, he had the same look in his eyes as before. But now you knew what it meant. For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, just looking into each other’s eyes. He broke the moment when he turned back to the stairs leading up to the terrace. Your heart sunk for a second before you realized what he was doing. He opened the door to the steps, letting the soft music from the party fill the air. When he came back up the stairs, he offered you his hand.

“I never did get the opportunity to ask you to dance, my dear,” he said with a warm tone. You smiled at him as you gave him your hand. You felt like you were floating as the two of you danced around the tower, with the stars shining around you and lighting up your night.

[witheyesofstars]

*Slowly clasps hands together* SO

“I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl.” “I didn’t either.” for Damien? Hes so cute 🥹

you dare ask for my favorite boi with the cutest prompt... and expect me to remain calm? 😩 you overestimate my power.... also sorry is shorter than wanted cause brain is migraine'd

It'd became a teasing early on. Celine, being the first.

“Wow,” She'd chuckle as Damien would meet the group in between his classes. “So chipper. I sure wonder why.”

“Is it your friend again?” Wilford would tease along.

“Why aren't you introducing her to us?” Mark would add.

It'd became clear whoever Damien met during his first college year had had more than an effect on them. It started with acknowledgment, his praise toward his 'friend' for making it in such a selective school. Usual Damien optimism, so far. Then it was about how hardworking and persevering that 'friend' was.

At this point, Celine had an hint but Mark told her it'd be funnier to watch it unfold.

And boy, did it become more regular as the weeks went by.

"My friend made us nail our diplomacy debate.”

“I scored the highest of my political class because my friend helped me with the law side of things.”

“My friend told me all about the latest case going on in the papers.”

My friend, my friend, my friend— It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. As lovely as Damien was, his capacity to charm anyone was always battling with his aloofness of being clueless. It took strength to become one of his friends, not because Damien refused anyone close, but because it took patience and interest to attract his attention longer than his general, though generous, kindness.

He was a bit dense, you see. His attention was always dragged to the swiftest wing of butterfly, and for this 'friend' to become such a constant almost immediately and for so long...

Wilford was the first to bet.

“He's enamoured,” He'd insisted on one of those days they'd wait for the futur politician to finish his day's last class. Mark rolled his eyes, leaning against the Celine hiding her laughter in his shoulder.

“Damien?” Mark insisted. “He's never even thought about dating! He's always gone about 'the greater good'. He's not fancying someone, Will. If anything, he's married to his job—and he hasn't even graduated yet. He's a smart man, it's career first, and in his case—only.”

“Love is the greatest good,” The mustached man countered. His eyes drifted to the newly married bride, lingered a minute too long, before smiling back to his friend. “It wins through it all—ambition, dreams, madness, death itself.”

He leaned back, eyes turning to the familiar closing figure... along a new person? His smile turned geniune.

“I'm sure Damien knows this too.”

In the following years, this friend became Damien's most beloved confident. Despite their different paths, Damien rising to the mayor position, the future District Attorney rising the mysoginistic system with awful ease— it would always be what the trio heard about from Damien.

Maybe that's why Mark had invited her to join his celebration, for his divorce, for himself, but also for Damien and her to finally be reunited at the same city council.

Maybe that's why everyone hovered over you that night. Maybe that's why Damien acted so uncharacteristically. Wilford himself managed to pass over his heartbreak as the new mayor stood upside down on the keg.

“I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl,” He'd tease as he watched Damien put you to bed, lifting the blanket over your hungover body.

The black haired man watched you for a moment, smiling softly to himself, chest buzzing with all the time you'd get to spend together now that you'd work together, the changes you'd make...

"I didn't either.”

[murasakiguy]

I read a ff 4 years ago it's a Damien from WKM X reader i don't remember the name and i want to read it again but i can't find it please someone find it😞🙏

In that story reader is working in zoo i think, their mom is dead and reader's father and reader's mother's mom got married at some point

[princesspvmpkin]

Hiiii!! Do you write poly x reader content? If so, could I request some Damien and Liam from Monster Prom x reader fluff :D

If you don't do poly stuff then just Liam is ok

Hi, my sweet sundew! Of course I can write poly, I love all my poly friends out there.

I'm really glad I can write for Monster Prom. >◦<

Headcannons!:

☆I really hope you don't cherish silence, because you are definitely not getting it.

☆In one ear, you'll have Liam waffling on about the latest niche thing gone viral and how it's a crime against non-humanity. In the other, Damien is yelling while setting your couch of fire for god knows why.

☆I think meals would be super interesting, since it's one not eating at all and the other wolfing it down like a wild animal.

☆They're like night and day, really.

☆If you're more like Liam, Damien will definitely have a bit of trouble keeping up with whatever you're saying, but he tries his best!

☆If you're more like Damien, Liam will probably have to act as the brain of the relationship(and apologise to whatever poor monster you've terrorised.

☆If you're more in the middle, you'll probably have to act as mediator between the two as their conflicting personalities usually causes (loving) arguments to occur.

Small Oneshot!:

Your large bed felt almost as if it was a sardine tin as you all settled for the night. Liam sighed and straightened out his scrooge-like nightgown as he was the (definitely not happy) unfortunate sardine stuffed in the middle, with you to his left and a white boxers with hearts clad Damien. He claimed it showed off how tough and masculine he was.

"Stop squirming so much! You're gonna push me off!" Damien groaned at Liam, wrapping his arms around Liam and you and squeezing you two tight.

"Stop squeezing me, then! You're going to ruin my hair!" Liam shot back as he struggled to remove his glasses and set them to the side.

Their antics caused you to smile and plant a kiss to purple skin, then red. A blush formed on both of their cheeks before Damien recovered and leaned in to kiss your lips. You stayed still in this moment until Liam cleared his throat, bringing both your attentions back to him. Damien caught him in a kiss, and, after a few minutes, gave you a chance to go ahead.

After you guys traded your sweet affections, all of your bodies collectively flopped down to drift into a sweet slumber, bodies intertwined. And, in the morning, you'll be in another saccharine flurry of red and purple. ♡

I really hope you enjoyed! I tried my best, but I'm not sure if I got them right.

Have a wonderful day!

[hsangel64]

Something New

pairings: damien haas x fem!reader

synopsis: damien didn’t except to like praise so much

warnings: damien being super desperate, vulgar language, cunnilingus, dry humping, usage of mommy cause of course

a/n: shorter but i still think its pretty good! requests are open!

The air was filled with the a mix of smells, sex and sweat. The sounds of heavy breathing and slight whimpers as you both had just cum for the third time. His body weight falling onto you, his thrusts slowing down leaving him slightly twitching inside of you. You could tell Damien was feeling a little sensitive from how many times you guys had already gone. Every slight touch from you he would twitch, his soft kisses on your neck proving how sex drunk he was.

His hands roamed your body, sliding up and down your torso finger tips grazing your already hard nipples. Usually you’d take a second to drink water and give each other some time before each round but the way his hands roamed your body, softly dragging his hands over your breasts and on your face. His hand slowly going down to your core, chills running down your spine his fingers tickling you. You giggled knowing what he had planned.

“I wanna…” The rest of his sentence was mumbled out into your neck so you didn’t hear him.

“What do you want baby?” You could tell he was feeling a little less dominant but you had never tried to switch it up in the past. This time you thought to maybe give it a go.

“Can I please…” His voice was breathy, you could tell he was nervous to speak up.

“What do you want handsome?” He could feel his stomach clench, not in the way you think. His cock hardened against you hearing the pet name.

“Please, I need to eat you out.” You nodded quickly and he pushed himself up and pushed himself down the bed, face to face with your pussy. You could feel yourself become wet again, his hot breath sending chills all up your back. He wasted no time and his tongue found your clit, he was gripping your thighs pulling you closer into his face. You gasped the small bundle of nerves still so sensitive, your hips jerked slightly as his tongue worked circles around your clit.

His hips slowly grinding into the mattress, the friction just enough for him. Your hands fell into his hair pulling at it, the slight yanks making him moan into you. The vibration making you grind up into his mouth.

“Fuck…you feel so good.” Damien groaned loudly and looked up at you, his eyes big and puppy dog looking. You could tell he really liked the praise.

“You’re doing so good.” His tongue moved even faster if that even was possible. His hips grinding faster into the mattress, he could feel spirts of pre cum under himself.

“You make me feel so good baby keep doing just that.” He started whimpering, he didn’t know where to put his hands as they roamed your body. You could tell this was doing a lot for him. He kept his eyes on you, staring up at you pathetically.

“Just like that for mommy.” You don’t know what came over you but he couldn’t get enough of it. He felt like he was in a haze, the room almost spinning feeling himself reach his climax closer and closer with each thrust into the bed. Your core tightened up feeling yourself get closer with him, his finger found your hole placing one inside. Your head thrown back and a loud moan exited your mouth. His whimpering continued and got louder.

“You’re being so good baby, mommy feels so good.” He could feel you clenching around his finger knowing you were close to cumming. His pace quickened and he groaned as his hip jerked the friction almost being too much but he wanted to cum with you.

“I’m so close baby be good for me and cum with me.” He nodded into your pussy edging himself, his eyes rolled back loving the way you tasted. He could taste the faint hints of his own cum from the times before. Your hands pulled at his hair as your hips were grinding up into his face faster to keep your climax coming. His tongue felt so good against you, you wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible. You both were hungry, grabbing at each other not knowing what to do with each other.

“I’m gonna cum come on dames cum with me baby.” You both kept eye contact as you came, you mumbled out a ‘cum for mommy.’ His cock twitching against the sheets spirts of cum falling onto his stomach. You came into his mouth and he milked it all up, slurping up the cum as if it was going to disappear. His tongue stayed on you helping you ride out your orgasm, it all becoming too much for you and pushing his head away. His chest heaved as he lifted his head up staring at you with big eyes. You couldn’t resist and you pulled him into you, kissing him hard the taste of you on his lips being overwhelming.

“Holy fuck.”

“I know.” You both stared at each other for a second before giggling. The room smelled of sweat and sex, you both felt the sweat drip from your bodies. He suddenly became so aware of the cum all over the bed and his stomach.

“Sorry…i’ll uh i’ll clean the sheets I promise.” You giggled at him running into your shared bathroom to grab a towel. The sheets and blankets disheveled as well as yourselves. He ran back into the room over to you with a wet towel.

“Here open.” He gestured to your legs and you listened, he dragged the warm towelette up your pussy cleaning up everything.

“Was that okay?” You broke the silence.

“That was way more than okay…I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Me either honestly.”

“It was so hot baby, we should do that more often.” He pulled your chin up and into his lips for a kiss, this time it was slow his tongue tracing your lips. You smiled into the kiss and knew this definitely wouldn’t be the last of that.

[hsangel64]

In charge

pairings: sub!damien haas x fem dom!reader

synopsis: you two wanted to try something new

warnings: dom reader, sub damien, blindfolding, mommy usage, blowjob, p n v, pet names, vulgar language, raunchy dirtyness

a/n: part 4 of kinktober!! hope you guys are enjoying these! comment if you’d like to be added to the masterlist you can find that here!

You and Damien were on the couch, you in his lap sharing some soft kisses. Usually this led to sex which you were never mad about it but this night you wanted to try something different. The whole concept had only come up once and it was as a joke so you were always nervous to bring it up. The kisses growing more desperate, his hand coming up to your cheek rubbing the side of your face his touches getting rougher, you figured this was the best time to ask him.

“Baby…I have a question.” He immediately focused on you, pulling his hand away from your face and placing it on your thigh.

“Yeah what’s up?”

“I thought we could maybe try something new?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Can I try and maybe top you tonight?” He was quiet for a second, you could see the wheels turning in his brain before responding.

“I really was wondering when you’d ask.” He gave you no time to say anything back before pulling you in for another kiss, teeth nearly clashing at the force of the kiss. You giggled into his mouth pulling away from him and getting up, you pulled his arm leading him to the bedroom. He took the hint and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Is it maybe okay if I blindfold you?”

“Kinky…I like it.” You laughed at his simple joke and grabbed one of his ties that was hanging from his desk chair. You gave him a peck on the lips before covering his eyes with the tie, you bit your lip at the sight of him. Sitting with his legs apart leaning back in the bed, the smirk on his face.

“You gonna be a good for me?” You whispered in his ear and it sent shivers down his spine, the little wind from your breath on his neck making his pants tighten. He nodded his head but you wanted a verbal response.

“Talk to me.”

“Y-yes.” Damien’s confident posture lowering as he felt you straddled him, your towering presence making him twitch. Your hand found his already hard bulge, your fingers lightly grazed him you could feel him jolt. You pushed him down having him lay against the pillows, your hands lingered on his stomach as you moved down. You wanted to tease him a little, make him beg for it so you slowly unbuckled his belt, your hands barely moving. Unzipping his pants, the hiss of the zipper being the only noise.

You could tell he was getting anxious, his legs squirming and his hands in your hair. Almost laughing at how desperate he was. You pulled down his jeans so that he was only in his boxers. His cock more prominent, you could see it twitching just waiting for you to touch it. You lightly touched the fabric feeling the outline, he was desperate,

“Please.”

“Please what baby?” He couldn’t stop moving his legs, his hips jolting up just begging you to touch him.

“Touch me.”

“Is that how you ask?”

“Touch me, please..”

“That’s better, good boy.”

Although he couldn’t see it, he felt you move down to settle yourself in between his legs, hands grasping his cock through his boxer. He gasped, stomach contorting with your sudden touch. You slowly drag your finger tip over his clothed cock, watching him writhe underneath your touch. You slowly dragged his cock out, seeing a small spot of precum on his boxers. You spat a puddle of spit onto him before stroking it, licking the tip. Slowly, you had taken him into your mouth, feeling his hips nearly buck into your mouth. You held his hips down, not letting him take control. His hands instinctively found your hair, grasping at any sort of thing he could find. Damien’s mouth hung open, the room filled with his gasps and small whimpers. You could feel yourself getting wetter just from hearing him whimper.

You pulled off his cock with a pop of your mouth, your mouth moving lower and latching onto one of his balls, your hand working him. His hands gripped your hair, signaling to you that he was almost there.

“M-Mommy, fuck- I’m gonna-“

Despite him not seeing you, he could feel you smirk against his skin. You felt your panties immediately becoming soaked with the sudden name. You pulled away, not letting him come like this. With the sudden absence of your presence, he whimpered out for you.

“Wait, wait, no please.”

“You aren’t coming like this.. You’re gonna come in me, understand? But not until I do.”

“Yes, mommy, please I wanna feel you.”

His cock ached for you as you stripped your clothes off. You pushed him back on to the bed, straddling his lap. You adjusted yourself until you fully sank onto him, sighing with the sudden relief. Damien let out a low groan, biting his lip to try not to immediately come. He gripped your hips, finding something to ground himself. You started out slow, grinding down into him, but even you knew you needed him, picking up your pace. Damien bit back moans, trying not to sound too needy. You grabbed his face, contorting it into a sort of kissy face.

“Nu-uh, baby, mommy wants to hear you.”

He couldn’t deny you, his moans grew in volume as you continued your grinding, your own moans filling the space. Damien felt you clench around him, he knew this was always what happened when you were close.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come..”

“Can I see you come please?”

He managed to get those words out, barely through his moans. How could you ever deny him when he asked so nicely? Your hands came to his head, untying the tie, his eyes squinting with the adjustment to the light.

“Since you asked so nicely, baby, you’ve been so good. Come with me, come on baby.”

You didn’t have to tell him more than that. You both chased your high together, clenching around him as he ground himself into you. You could barely hear anything but the sound of skin slapping and moaning when you came, your pussy pulsing around him, milking the come out of his cock as he painted your walls white. You felt like your vision went white for a moment, only feeling Damien pulling you into him as he tried to recenter himself. You collapsed into his chest, hands rubbing his chest and shoulder, both of your chests heaving. You don’t know how long you had been laying there before you spoke up.

“Holy shit..”

All he managed to squeak out was, “Holy shit is right..”

You gave yourself a few minutes to ease yourself down from your high before you pulled off of him, going to find the closest rag to clean both of you. You laid back with him, pulling him to lay on your boobs, Damien snuggled into you.

“So.. how was that?” You inquired.

“We are for sure doing that again… right?” Damien looked up at you with a cute curiosity.

“As long as you’re good for me each time.”

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