back on my Host x Yancy x Dr Iplier nonsense because from each ego's point of view they each think they're the only normal one, except for Host who's too busy trying to figure out how he managed to get two boyfriends
Yancy thinks he managed to get two introverted weird cats and he's very happy about it. Dr. Iplier hides in his office and Host hides in his library and Yancy drags them both outside to get some sunlight
Dr. Iplier thinks he managed to get two weird cats that keep getting themselves hurt and every time there's any sort of loud sound in the house that isn't a gunshot he gets worried
Host is completely aware he is a weird cat and he thinks both Yancy and Dr. Iplier are completely normal (they aren't) and he's thinking "wow im so lucky how did this happen" as if Yancy and Dr. Iplier didnt literally go out of their way to get their hands on him
Space mark is your big boy puppy with ears and a tail due to a strange gas leaked that was fixed earlier on the ship and now he nods you inside him badly and also lots of love and attention, you give him what he wants and in the end you give him rewards like light spankings, massages and of course lots of cuddles
I love this.
WARNING! WARNING! GAS LEAKING!
You groaned, slipping out of your cyro chamber and headed to the main computer.
GAS LEAK FIXED!
"Great. Just as I finally got out..." You mumbled, only to find Mark curled into a ball, his back to the window with his hands on his head.
"Mark? Are you ok?"
You rushed up to him, thinking he was hurt. He quickly stood up, golden retrever ears and tail popping out of him. Mark began to whimper, his tail tucking in between his legs. The air smelt like wet dog and...is that bubblegum? You rubbed your forehead and sighed.
"Come." You commanded, patting your thigh.
Mark rushed to your side, his tail wagging happily. You felt your face heat up as you scratched his chin. His tail began to thump against the floor. Ok, that's cute. Stupidly cute.
"Hi there!" You cooed, scratching his ears.
Mark smiled brightly, panting at you pet him.
"Captain! Captain! You make me feel better!!!" He loudly exclaimed.
You smiled as you picked him up. He's super light.
"Captain! Where are we going??"
"We're gonna get you a check-up."
"No! I don't wanna!!"
You smacked his bottom, earning a soft moan.
"Aww...did you like that?"
Mark nodded, his ears drooping down.
"I'm not mad, pup. It's ok..." You cooed, rubbing his thighs.
Once you got in the medbay, you laid him down you grabbed a rubber glove. He bit his lip, taking off his jumpsuit and underwear. You gently laid him on his back and inserted a finger. He whimpered, wiggling his hips.
"No. Bad boy." You scolded, smacking his bottom.
Mark moaned, staying still as you inserted another finger. You continued to spread his bottom as you slowly pushed your hand in him. Moans began to spill out of his mouth as he began to beg.
"Mmmm...p-please...please Captain...I'll be a good puppy...I just need you..."
"Aww...of course, puppy." You purred, curling your fingers inside of him.
Mark came, whimpering softly as you pulled out.
"Good boy. You want to cuddle?"
He shook his head, laying on his belly.
"I think Doctor needs to apply some...pressure...to my bumbum~"
You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his waist. Mark gulped as you gently rubbed his bottom.
"Ready?" You asked, lifting his tail.
"Mhm..."
You began to gently spank him, each swat making him wiggle his bottom. After about ten light spankings, you pulled him into a hug.
"Good boy...you did good."
He smiled brightly, wiggling his wet, sore bottom.
Hi! Would you consider doing another Actor/Dark fic? It's really fun when it's Dark who does a bunch of teasing and acts all innocent and smug about it, so maybe something like that? They could be at an event of some kind and Actor gets so riled up that he drags him into a private room or closet or something >:3 I don't mind who gets to top, but Actor is kind of a really cute bottom..... ;)
These rivals fuck sometimes, idk what to tell you.
Warnings: semi-public sex, twin cocks, public teasing
Being cast as the villain made it so Dark was frequently involved in various social events by Mark's side. These events often served as promotion and networking, and they really didn't enjoy it. It wasn't that they were against the idea, it was how overwhelming it could be. It was how often they felt people's eyes bore into their head. Like they knew something was off, though Dark took care to blend in.
Dark swirled wine in their glass as Mark chattered on, getting an idea on how to occupy themself while people politely ignored them.
They started off easy, passing by Mark and brushing his back. He barely noticed.
They held out a chair for him, their long, graceful fingers brushing his backside. That was more like it. Mark looked up, surprised. Dark pretended to ignore him.
They sat there and ate, perfectly mimicking humans and how they behave. Their foot drifted to Mark's leg, then to his thigh, then just barely, they pressed their knee to his crotch.
"A-ahem-" Mark sputtered, "As I was… saying… They've been a great co-star all these years."
Dark smiled into their glass as Mark shot them a pointed glare. As if demanding they don't do this in front of the others. But that's what made it fun.
After dinner, they get a little more bold. They adjust his tie for him, tightening it a little more than normal. Mark's face burned, unsure whether they were trying to kill or flirt with him.
"Mark… why don't we dance?" They purr.
"I thought you didn't like my dancing, 'Damien'…" His voice is barbed, forcing out Dark's now fake name.
"Let me lead you. It could be a good learning opportunity." Dark took his hand, pulling Mark into a close tango.
They lead him expertly, their smoky eyes full of lust. Mark stumbled, and Dark had no choice but to catch him, leaning over him so closely they could kiss.
Mark let himself go, falling to the floor. He got up, dusting off his coat and pants. "You- what are you doing?!" He hush-yelled.
"Whatever do you mean?" Dark batted their eyes. "I was only trying to help."
"Help? This is not helping! Imagine what the press would think!" He hissed.
Mark hurried off, out of the room to get some privacy. Dark trailed behind.
The two ended up in a closet together, all too close. Dark smiled, the picture of innocence.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, what would the press have to say?"
"That you- that- that I! That you!" Mark stomped his foot. "Ooooh, don't play games like that!"
Dark gently held his jaw in their hand, fading back into their comfortable gray to save some energy.
"Oh, Mark… all worked up, aren't you?" They pressed their nose to his, dropping to a whisper. "Do you need some help with that?"
Mark opened his mouth to answer, before folding his arms and smugly nodding. He figured Dark would chicken out and knock it off. Dark instead chuckled.
"Gotten bold, haven't we, dear snake?" Dark unbuttoned his suit jacket, setting it aside.
"H-hey, hey, you can't be serious! You said we wouldn't fool around where others might see!" Mark flushed again.
Dark halted. "Well, if you'd rather I not."
Mark grumbled, now frustrated he had to make his interest explicit. He folded his arms again, trying to hide the fact he had been getting aroused.
"My deepest apologies for misunderstanding." They cleared their throat, going to leave. Mark caught them by the wrist.
Dark looked back, Mark trying to piece together words. "N-no… I… do… but don't get us caught, okay? I have a reputation."
"As do I." Dark smiled softly, resuming where they left off.
They pushed his tie to hang over his shoulder and unzipped his pants, letting his cocks free. They were half hard. Dark's cold hands circled his shafts easily, lightly pumping them until they were fully erect. Mark bit back a noise.
Dark dropped to their knees, pausing before taking him. "Happy to see me, hm?" They tease.
Mark's cocks twitched, and he reluctantly nodded.
"Good. I don't know about you, but I was getting bored out there." Their hands grasped his thighs, marked with several scars.
They took one of his shafts in their mouth, sucking the tip first, then deeper. Their throat hollowed, accommodating his length easily. Their long tongue slithered out, licking his balls slowly. Mark shuddered.
"T-that's a new one-" Mark whispered.
Dark smiled internally, pulling away. They took in his other shaft next, sucking and licking him carefully. Mark clung to a shelf behind him, biting his lips.
Dark opened their mouth a little wider than anyone reasonably should, taking in both shafts. Mark let out a soft moan, knees weak from the stimulation. They swallowed around his tips.
Mark dug his hands into their hair, trying desperately not to mewl like a cat. They reached up to shove a handkerchief in his mouth and help him.
Mark gagged on the cloth, taking it out.
"W-what exactly are you getting from this?" He whispered.
Dark pulled away, wiping excess drool. "Hm… Malicious satisfaction. A reason for you to let me have my way with you at home. I think I'll bind you to the wall, hunt you for sport and fuck you. How does that sound?"
Mark whined softly. All he could do was nod. He tried to act all tough and in control, but he was putty in their hands.
Dark returned to sucking him off, the tip of their pointed tongue gracing his perineum. Mark was sweating bullets, trying not to lose control of himself.
His cocks came in tandem, shooting onto their throat. Mark fell to his knees, practically in Dark's lap as he caught his breath.
Dark swallowed thickly, using the handkerchief to dab at their mouth and his forehead.
"How was that, my Snake?" They rested their elbows on his knees.
"... T… too good." Mark panted.
"Oh, poor Hero." Dark pouted teasingly, before getting up to leave.
Mark whined, reaching out for them. They returned to their previous intimate proximity, never intending to leave him there. They just liked seeing him beg, and they knew he liked begging.
"C… can we do this next event?" Mark asked softly.
Dark nodded, grinning smugly at how successful this little encounter went.
(Unhealthy dynamic ahead, but very warped through Dark's perspective)
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He doesn't mean any of it.
"God, you're beautiful."
"I love you."
"You're wonderful, baby"
The lies spilled from his mouth as he thrusted against him. As he kissed every part of his cold body. Did he have to be so loud?
He moaned his name over and over in cachophany. He tries to maintain his composure as he limply lets him do so.
"You don't m-mean it." Hot, thick breaths.
"Hm?" The breathless question came.
"You don't mean it. You don't-"
"You're beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful," he kissed him each time he said it. He knew, though, that those kisses meant nothing.
His lover was a wild card who slept around constantly. Nothing about this moment was special to him. Just another notch in his ever-extending belt. He held back his moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of even hearing him.
"Beautiful. Wonderful. Lovely." More lies spilling forth, covering him like silken syrup and nearly engulfing him. He realized he wanted to believe them. Oh god he wanted to. It was hard not to with how animatedly he was moving against him, inside him.
But his boy was loose with his love. His hands were rough and untamed; they cared nothing for their partner, only for their own pleasure. And worse yet they felt no shame in that fact.
The caressing of his cheek, the stroking, the kissing. Things that seemed to be for his partner's benefit were ultimately for himself.
"Dark nightmare, you're wonderful. God you're wonderful."
"You know you don't mean it. Why… ngh.. why keep saying it?"
He pauses his harsh upward movements and looks him in the eye. He stares, mouth partially open and eyes filled with lust and confusion.
"Whether you believe me or not, dear, everything I say about you is what I believe. Now quiet down for me, would you lovely?"
He went to make a face at him, but is interrupted by his own sounds as the thrusting began again. As the influx of compliments drowned him once more; like the downward tug of an iced lake as the hole you fell from freezes your waterlogged fate. Like a pink flower that tastes of poisons.
He resigns himself to it, closing his eyes and burying his head against his lovers shoulder, letting himself make whatever pitiful noise came out of him. Submitting, shaking, loving, drowning.
Eventually, it was done. Or, at least, the lover was. Dark had climaxed first, but the bigger man had continued until he was finished with him, leaving him with a raw, overstimulated, used feeling. But that's how he always felt after these little 'get togethers'.
"You know, you're special," the lover laughs.
"Oh, and how is that?" he tries to mask the used, angry feelings inside him.
"I usually don't stick around to snuggle after sex," he purrs, pecking at his neck and wrapping his arms around him tighter. A gesture of ownership, no doubt. Wilford is a deluded lie; and thus always to insane men in cotton candy dreamlands.
Rolling through lovers he won't remember in a week's time. Dark is not special.
He scoffs and doesn't return the affections. He closes his eyes, attempting sleep. He knows the man will be up an about for a smoke before he could even consider waking. Wilford begins humming softly and twirling Dark's soot-like hair around his finger. Soft, loving, beautiful, lying Wilford.
