#darkactor

[egot1stical]

[lostcybertronian]

oh oh also please darkactor with "carry me" and "you need to take your shirt of" ? Maybe dark ensuring actor doesnt die unless its dark doing it ?? pretty please with a cherry on top

I LOVE this dynamic.

Trigger warnings for blood, gun mention

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Prompt: “Carry me.” / “You need to take your shirt off.”

Dark’s office door flew open, slamming to the adjacent wall, and two men stumbled in, one leaning heavily into the other as he clamped one hand over his stomach, black seeping through his fingers. Another patch of black spread steadily across his shoulder, soaking his white dress shirt.

“I can’t believe you- help me out here!” One of Dark’s knees buckled under Mark’s weight and he nearly went down, managing to right them both just before they could topple.  

“Carry me, then!” Mark snapped, his voice tight and laced with pain.

Dark’s face contorted into a grimace. “You know I can’t.”

“Right.” Mark made a noise that could’ve passed as amusement. “Broken spine.”

“I can’t believe you went on Wilford’s game show. Here-” Dark continued. He eased Mark to the carpet, helping him lean against his heavy, wooden desk. He disappeared around the desk for a few moments, and there was the frantic slam of drawers being opened and shut before he came back with a first-aid kit clutched tightly in gray hands. He got to his knees. “What did you think would happen?”

Mark chuckled, leaning his head back to the wood with a quiet thunk. His black eyes tracked Dark as he probed the bullet wound in his shoulder, then pried his hand away from his stomach so he could do the same there, fingers coming away coated in an oily, gleaming substance too thick to truly be blood. His body started to shake as Dark opened the first aid kit. “He recognized me, at least.”

Now it was Dark’s turn to laugh, a black, bitter thing. “Like fuck he did. I’m going to have to take your shirt off.”

Mark nodded. Then he waited and watched as Dark undid his ruined dress shirt. His hand came up to grip Dark’s wrist as he started to unclasp the last button, his deathly pale skin oozing through with gray. “Why are you doing this?”

Dark paused, seeming to collect himself. Then, he met Mark’s eye. His expression was something deep and dark. Hurt and angry. “Because,” he said finally, “The only one who gets to kill you is me.”

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober Day 8: Spanking

Day 8: Spanking (Dark/Actor)

Actor had the biggest grin on his face as he slipped into Dark’s bedroom. He’s been craving a certain little thing and he knew just how to get it. He had got out of his way to be as bratty as he could be during the meeting. Sassing Dark, talking out of turn, having some playful, and somewhat flirty, banter with Illinois. Actor knew that’d held Illinois as well since he felt Yancy’s glare during that. But it was three hours of Dark hiding his annoyance, forcing his tone to be calm and watching his language. Actor had given Dark a wink and skipped away when the meeting ended, both knowing where he was headed. 

“There he is~” Actor giggled when Dark finally came into the room. “Is someone worked up?” Actor asked, hearing the door clicking shut and the lock turning. 

“You could say that.” Dark hummed, calmly walking over to the bed and sitting down. He was well aware of Actor’s plan, what he was wanting. He knew it had been a while since the last time and how much Actor enjoyed it so he was willing to indulge Actor. 

Dark caught how Actor was waiting; feet together, hands behind his back, and chewing on his lower lip. Inpatient for what he wanted, but being good and waiting till he was told to move. Dark took note of that and beckoned Actor over with a hand. Actor perked up and walked over, keeping his hands behind him as he went. Dark spread his legs and patted one of his thighs, getting a little rush when Actor excitedly crawled on his lap, laying out and making sure to stick his rear up nice and pretty for Dark. 

“You had a smart mouth on you during the meeting, didn’t you?” Dark reached under Actor’s hips and undid the snap of his slacks, doing the same to the zipper. 

“Yes, sir.” Actor answered, licking his lips as Dark tugged down his slacks and boxers, pulling them all the way down to his ankles. Actor felt so exposed and it took everything for him to not grind down on Dark’s leg from that. 

“You just wanted some attention.” Dark rubbed one of Actor’s cheeks, feeling Actor twitch. “But you need to watch that tongue of yours.” Dark squeezed as a warning before lifting his hand and giving Actor’s ass a quick swat. 

“Ah!” Actor gasped out. Fuck that felt good. 

“Now, how many do you think you deserve?” Dark asked, running his hand up Actor’s back to lift his shirt. 

“Ten?” Actor purposely went low in his answer. 

“Fifteen it is.” Dark chuckled and slapped down on Actor again. “And that’s one,” Dark said and kept going. 

Actor took the next four spanks quickly, managing to hold back most of his noises, a squeak coming out after the last one. Actor started panting when Dark went to the other cheek, taking his time delivering the next five slaps. Actor tried to rut against Dark and Dark responded to that by wrapping his other arm around Actor’s waist, using his strength to hold him still.

“Da-” Actor bit down on his lip to stop himself from saying Dark’s name. He was doing go good, he didn’t want to ruin it. “Ah!” Actor couldn’t stop that sound when Dark slapped hard on the first cheek. Actor ducked his head down and put the base of his thumb into his mouth, using it to muffle himself during the next two spanks. He only had two more. Just two more. Actor felt tears in his eyes and he wanted so badly for something to touch his cock, he needed something anything. Actor popped his thumb out of his mouth after the final two blows were delivered. He didn’t care about the spit that connected his lower lip to his hand. Actor just heavily panted and ached for more. 

“Up.” Dark’s voice got Actor to start moving, needing help to sit up and straddle Dark’s leg. “You did so good.” Dark praised, the words going right down Actor’s back. “You’ve earned a treat.” Actor whimpered when Dark wrapped his hand around his cock. “You want to cum so badly, don’t you?” Dark started to move his hand. 

“Yes, yes,” Actor grabbed Dark’s shoulders, letting out a nice low moan when Dark went faster

“I bet you’re nice and sore.” Dark playfully squeezed at Actor’s red ass and loved how that got Actor to thrust into his hand. 

“Dark~” Actor’s dug his finger into Dark, wishing he didn’t have his suit on so he could feel his skin. But what he had was more than enough as Dark started kissing at his neck. 

“Go on, doll, make a mess, make me have to take my clothes off,” Dark growled. 

“F-fuck, fuck.” Actor cursed and Dark was now sucking a mark on his neck. “Fuck!” Actor tensed up and came, moaning still as he was worked through his high and felt Dark bite down on the spot he’d been sucking on. 

“Oops, that might leave a mark.” Dark chuckled, running his tongue over it and then leaned back. “Do you want more of them?”

“Yes, yes, please.” 

“Good boy~” 

[mayelamker]

Just throwing that out there but if anyone’s writing/drawing/doing anything about:

Actor Mark

Marmien

Actor/Dark

Just- 

tag me, yeet it my way, i wanna see it

[projectwkm]

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[taikeero-lecoredier]

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[handsome-flower]

Damien put down his book and sighed, looking out the open window next to his bed. The birds chirping, the sun rays falling lazily on the grass and the far, happy chatter of his friends were parts of a scene that the young man would love to take part in, if only his damn hip hadn’t decided to make him suffer. Despite the medication, there were these days were the pain was unbearable and he couldn’t get up at all and only barely move.

“Dames?”

He turned his head towards the voice and saw Mark standing in the doorframe. Damien smiled and tried to sit, but the action sent a flash of pain in his side, making him hiss and letting himself fall back on the bed. He would have fell a bit harder if Mark hadn’t rushed to his side to help him lay down correctly again.

“I’ll take you’re not getting better?” the other boy asked with a gentle smile.

Damien shook his head “I’m sorry… I wish I could be down there with you all but-“

“It’s fine! It’s not your fault, don’t worry. I just came in to check if you weren’t too lonely!”

“I… honestly, I am. Just a little though, you don’t need to worry about me.”

Mark waved his hand to dismiss that last statement.

“Of course I worry about you Damien; you’re my friend, and you’re in pain.” He stopped and frowned, seeming now worried. “You know I care a lot about you, right?”

Damien laid a hand on Mark’s and squeezed it gently.

“I know, Mark, I know. I care about you too.”

Mark looked down at their hands then back up, a slight blush on his face, before clearing his throat.

“Well hum…  I heard that Chef was making lemonade. I can ask the butler to bring us two glasses, and I can keep you company if you want.”

“That would be nice!”

“Ok! I’ll be right back then!” the young man said before sprinting out of the room. Damien couldn’t help but chuckle, before looking out again, this time with a dreamy smile lighting his face.

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Dark hissed as his broken body throbbed, leaving him unable to move. His muscles were also as tense as their altered state allowed it, which wasn’t helping. He hated those days, less because of the pain, but more because he was weak and defenceless. He dreaded that someone would open the door of his room and see him, discovering that their strong, respected leader had a weakness. The vision in itself was unacceptable.

The entity pushed on one of his elbows, trying to gather his strength and stand up, only to fail and fall down. A painful scream escaped him as his aura flashed around the room.

He was shaking, trying again to get out of bed when a cold hand gripped his shoulder. His whole body tensed, but the pain was keeping him from shaking the intruder away.

“Hush hush darling, this is not serious! You should be taking some rest.” The familiar, honeyed voice of the Actor whispered in his ear.

“Leave me alone.” Dark growled, his jaw clenched.

“My dear Damien, you’re still so stubborn. I know you love your work, but you’re clearly not able to do anything right now. So“ -he slowly helped Dark lay down before pulling the covers on him again- “let me just assist you with that.”

“Why? You could slay me easily right now. So why this sudden surge of kindness?”

The Actor shook his head with a light chuckle while tucking him in.

“Well, there’s nothing grand or heroic in striking an enemy on the ground, now is it? Besides…”

Mark leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the other man’s forehead, his hand cupping the pale cheek.

“You know I care about you.”

The demon could only scoff as the Hero started to tenderly stroke his hair, occasionally shushing him. Dark couldn’t help but close his eyes, his body relaxing slowly.

In another life, he could have enjoyed it, letting himself fall asleep under the touch. But in this life, it wasn’t good. The Actor was his enemy, and he wasn’t going to let his sick mind make anything out of this interaction. For all he knew, it could be a strategy to stab him in the back when his last defences were low enough.

It’s not good he told himself again as the weight on the mattress next to him vanished and a slight, unwanted ache rose in his chest.