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[weirdlyhornyforegos]

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[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober 2024 - 3/31

Pairing: Murdock x GN!Reader

Kink: Voyeurism/Piercings

Contents: Public Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Genital Piercings

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You peak your head around the corner and peer into the alleyway. Through the darkness, you spot a man with his back pressed up against the brick wall. From the way he’s hunched over, you think he might be hurt until your gaze drops lower.

You slap a hand over your mouth to keep back a gasp, your eyes wide. The man in the alleyway has one gloved hand stroking up and down his cock while the other fondles his balls. Despite your better instinct, you can’t seem to take your eyes off him. The man shifts slightly, and you see a glint of light on his cock. Looking closer, you notice three metal barbells lining the underside of his cock and it’s too late to stop the soft moan that you let out.

The man pauses, head snapping up and turning in your direction. Despite his crimson glasses, you can tell he’s looking right at you. You expect him to shout at you or at least try to cover himself but instead, he grins, his hand never stopping its slide up and down his cock.

“Seems you’ve caught me, little voyeur. What am I going to do with you?”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober 2024 - 1/31

Pairing: Damien x M!Reader

Kink: Degradation

Contents: Degradation, name calling (slut, whore, cock hungry), anal sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Damien

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist - Find it on AO3

“Oh Damien, look how far you’ve fallen.”

You smirk as you look over the man below you. He’s a beautiful sight, all disheveled hair and pale skin painted with dark love bites. You can’t see his face with the way you have him pressed down into the bed, but the obscene noises that slip from his mouth tell you how much he’s enjoying himself.

A strong roll of your hips has him arching his back. Damien bites his knuckle, but it does nothing to stop the groan deep in his throat.

“Have you gone shy on me now, Dames? Don’t you want everyone to hear what a slut you are for my cock?”

He whines in protest, but you can feel the way he clenches around your cock.

“D-Don’t say that, darling, it’s indecent.”

“You didn’t seem worried about decency when you were choking on my cock like a whore ten minutes ago.”

“Will you just be quiet and fuck me already?”

“Oh my, such foul language for the leader of our city.”

You grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back. Your hips begin to move slowly, your cock thrusting in and out of him at a leisurely pace. Damien screws his eyes shut with a moan and the sound alone is enough to send pleasure coursing through you.

“What would your constituents think if they could see their dear Mayor Damien moaning so wantonly as he gets fucked by the District Attorney? Do you think it would hurt or improve your ratings?”

Damien opens his mouth to respond but can only moan as you reach under him to wrap your hand around his leaking cock.

“Fuck me, darling. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You were made for this. You were made to take me like a greedy, cock slut. Weren’t you?”

He sobs. “Yes, yes, please!”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll give this slutty hole exactly what it needs.”

[westanthewaterman]

Feel You - Dark x GN!DA!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: Reunited after a century apart, Dark and the District Attorney spend some quality time together. Or more simply put, love sick Dark -> feral Dark.

Contents: handjobs, penetrative sex, no pronouns or body parts used for reader, standard Dark pet names (dear heart, pet, etc.), mild voice kink, blink and you miss it references to Dark's mind powers

AN: Idk where this came from, but it was fun to write. I'll post to AO3 and add all my usual links later, I should've been in bed an hour ago. If you're still here despite my hiatus, I appreciate you.

         Dark hikes your leg up onto his hip. He relishes in the softness of your skin beneath his fingers, a concrete reminder that you’re here, that you’re together again after everything.

         The new position allows him more space to roll his hips, grinding down against the heat between your legs. You shudder beneath him. He repeats the motion once, twice, and you throw your head back against the pillows.  His hungry, grey eyes follow the column of your throat upwards until they land on your mouth. Your lips part around a whimper and he can’t stop himself from pressing a kiss against them.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you sing for me, dear heart.”

“Damien,” You whine before hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I think it’s a little late to hide from me now.” He chuckles. “What’s gotten you so shy, darling?”

“You never talked this much before.”

         Dark tenses, a familiar, far-away look in his eyes, one he always gets when the two of you discuss the past. You cup the side of his face, gently guiding his gaze back to yours. He blinks. A melancholy smile settles on his face. You pull his head down so that you can press your forehead against his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong, my love. There are bad memories, yes, but also good ones. In fact, I can recall quite a few memories of us just as we are now, bare in each other’s arms, locked in the throes of passion.”

There’s a wry smile on his face, one that reminds you of evenings spent tucked away between bookshelves, sneaking out of dormitories at the crack of dawn, a rendezvous in the storage closet of a crowded chapel. Your heart aches for all the two of you have lost and can never get back. But despite everything you had been through, the two of you were together again.

Dark presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I can feel how your mind races. I think about it too, even now. Almost a century without you and I never stopped feeling your absence. I ached to hold you in my arms, to have you beneath me, to feel you tight as a vice as you come apart around me.”

A thought creeps into your mind and turns your stomach to lead. He had been by himself for so long, sure you were gone forever. You couldn’t blame him or be angry, but still the thought makes you sick.

“Was,” you pause a moment, steeling yourself for his answer. “Was there ever anyone else? In your heart, or your bed?”

He looks at you as if your words have burned him. When he speaks, his voice is firm, unwavering.

“No. My dear heart, there could never be another. I vowed to love you in sickness and in health, in love and in death. There could only ever be you.”

“Oh.” You blush.

The intensity of his answer makes you feel foolish for even suggesting such a thing. You drop your gaze, absently picking at the sheets beneath you. It’s Dark’s turn to take your face in his hand and bring your gaze back to him.

“I loved you deeply, but I know my actions did not always convey that. At times, I allowed my responsibilities and ambitions to blind me to how I was neglecting you. You deserved a better man than I knew how to be back then, and I have spent a century regretting it. But now, despite terrible circumstances and the battles still to be fought, we have a second chance, and I intend to use it to do right by you.”

“Damien, I…I don’t know what to say.”

“There is no need to say anything, dear heart. I know you feel as strongly as I do; I feel it through our bond, and soon I’ll feel it here as well.”

Dark presses a finger against your entrance, pressing it into you slowly. You cry out, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him flush against you

“You said earlier that I never used to talk very much when we were intimate, and you were right.” His voice drips with venom as he continues. “The prim and proper mayor, so worried about civility and manners. Too obsessed with his image and what was ‘acceptable’ to truly speak his mind.”

You want to argue, to defend Dark’s former self against his own harsh criticism, instead a moan rips its way out of your throat when two more fingers fill you. Dark’s grin is wicked. He ducks down to press his lips to your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a quick tug. You clench around his fingers, earning an amused chuckle.

“I have no such worries. My only concern is pleasing you and, by the way your body responds for me, I can tell I’m doing just that. This little hole of yours is so hot and tight around my fingers, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

A shudder wracks your body and you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Oh,” Dark purrs. “Now what got that reaction? You like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, pet?”

“Y-Yes.”

“But what is it that has you so responsive? Is it my voice in your ear? The things that I’m saying to you? Or maybe none of that matters. Perhaps I could say anything, and you would respond just as wantonly, so long as I have you filled with my fingers or my cock.”

“All of it, it’s all of it. Damien, fuck.”

“Dear heart, such foul language. Have I already wrecked you so thoroughly?”

You scowl at him but you both know there’s no mirth behind it. “Fuck you.”

         There’s a wicked glint in his eyes as Dark grabs a handful of your hair, pulling just enough to force your head back and bare your throat to him. Sharp canines scratch playfully against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You should be careful what you ask for, my love. I am a changed man with a century of pent-up sexual frustration. I could take you over and over and over again, never tiring until I have given you every drop of my spend and the only word you know is my name.”

Dark sets a languid pace thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“You want it now, just as much as you did back then, isn’t that right? You wanted the serious, respectable mayor to break. You craved to be taken passionately, for him to make love to you like a man starved.”

“Yes, yes.” You nod frantically, bucking your hips against his hand.

“I have hungered for you for so long, dear heart; I feel almost ravenous with it.”

Dark removes his fingers from you and fists his leaking cock, stroking himself slowly. You find yourself mesmerized by the motion and the way his stomach muscles tense and flex with every stroke of his hand. Your eyes follow a drop of his arousal as it drips down the underside of his cock. You lick your lips. Knocking his hand out of the way, you take him in your own, his length hot and heavy in your palm.

         He groans appreciatively as you stroke him from base to tip, occasionally rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock. You guide his hand to rest over your heart.

 “You’ve spent all this time talking about what I want and how you can please me. What do you want?”

“I want to make up for lost time. I want to give you everything I could not before.”

“But that’s still about me. Damien, what do you want?

He falters. “I…I just want you. I want to feel you. I want to know that you are real, and not just some illusion he made to torment me.”

“I want to feel you too.” You guide the head of his cock to your entrance. “I’m here, my love. I’m real. This is real.”

Dark presses into you in one long, slow thrust that has him buried to the hilt. Both of you moan at the sensation. You wrap your legs around his waist and urge him forward, forcing his cock deeper inside.

“Fuck, my love, I never thought I would feel you like this again.”

You smirk. “Such foul language, Damien. Now who’s wrecked who?”

Instead of a response, Dark grabs your face and presses your lips together in a passionate kiss. So much is shared between you in this single moment of contact, decades of sorrow and grief, an emptiness immeasurable by time. But there is also hope and joy, lust and elation. Most importantly, there is love; a love that has weathered the test of time and survived even the most unthinkable circumstances.

The two of you pull apart, both crying and holding each other like your lives depend on it.

“I love you, dear heart. Thank you for coming back to me.”

“I love you too, Damien. Thank you for finding me.”

Dark speeds up the pace of his thrusts, breathing heavily in your ear.

“I am afraid it has been too long, my love. I have spent a century waiting to feel you like this again and now I find myself unable to hold back my release.”

“I’m close too. You feel so good.”

“I want you to cum with me now. Let me feel you.”

         He grabs your thighs and presses them back so that he can rut into you, ruthlessly. You cry out at the way the new angle causes the head of his cock to brush against a sweet spot deep inside that has you seeing stars. Your orgasm washes over you and you finish with a cry of his name. The tight heat of you bares down around him and the dam holding back Dark’s climax breaks. Waves of pleasure crash over him as he stills inside you, filling you with his release.

         The two of you lay together in silence, collecting your bearings. You think you might fall asleep until Dark gives a shallow thrust, his cock still hard inside you.

“How-”

He gives you a wicked grin and presses his lips to your ear.

“I told you I was a changed man, dear heart, and we have quite a lot of lost time to make up for.”

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Haha hacked once again

- @westanthewaterman

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

darkiplier boobs like if you agree

[scalesandspirals-art]

“Ahh, the way you squirm against my coils is quite delectable. But, we can’t have you getting greedy…

Give me your worship, and you shall be rewarded in turn.”

[of-mutts-and-men]

Imagine getting stuck in a wall like a hentai protagonist, only your arms and chest through the hole and your legs standing spread, hopelessly trying to wiggle your way out when you suddenly feel something throbbing press up between your legs. Oh great, just what you needed. Grinding against you is a fat tentacle that moves slowly under its own weight. It works your pants down and draws wet circles around your hole before sinking in with a squelch. You gasp and your toes curl as it fills you completely and thrusts steadily, rocking your body back and forth. To your amazement, you start to push through the hole you're trapped in, inch by inch as you're fucked forward. You slide enough to fit your sternum through, stomach down remaining on the other side. The tentacle picks up its pace and you brace yourself, just on the edge of freedom. Yes, yes, yes..... no. The tentacle throbs and starts spilling huge amounts of thick cum into your stomach, weighing it down and doubling in size, then it's back to thrusting. Now you're even more stuck!

[soamtongs]

mark’s inferno

[subspaceemo]

The vampire traces their hand down my spine, ghost light touches, can feel their lips grazing against my neck, no breath tickling but I get goosebumps all the same, "delicious boy." They whisper huskily, running the flat of their cool tongue over my throat and making me squirm. My cock swells, I feel wetness gather, my back straightens. They brush cool lips against my hot panting mouth, "may I drink?" I nod and their fangs descend, a wicked grin lighting their face before they pierce the tender flesh of my throat. I sharp lance of pain immediately dulled by the rush of pleasure, so overwhelming I start rolling my hips, chasing friction, whimpering so desperately. Their clawed hand gropes my crotch through my clothes, pulsing a rhythm matching their gulps. I'm groaning so loud, tangling my fingers in their hair, their clothes, trying to keep them close, want this so badly. Need them. Need them more than anything. They can have me, however they want, for a long as they want. They pull off my neck and the rush of air against the dripping skin sends a shock straight to my cock, stomach clenching, body writhing. They look at me as my blood trickles down their chin, they lick it away and slip their hand into my boxers, rubbing clawed fingers against my sensitive cock and slick hole. I whine so desperately, trembling at their touch, "fuck me, please, fuck me." I beg and they hum happily, "I do like to play with my food."

[rrrrlock]

adventurer going off to slay the dragon only to forget their quest the second they see the dragon's massive cock, not even having a chance to fully remove their armor before the dragon pins them to the floor and forces themself into the adventurer's tight hole, fucking all the thoughts out of their head before distending their stomach with dozens of loads of hot cum and a heavy clutch of dragon eggs

[rrrrlock]

being used as the dragon's fleshlight while the eggs incubate, spending hours at a time warming the dragon's cock, every hole being stretched out and pumped full of hot cum whenever the dragon sees fit, each load swelling the eggs bigger and bigger

[rrrrlock]

the "adventurer"'s body changing from the near constant use, nails sharpening into proper claws, horns sprouting from their forehead, patches of scales dotting their body, even growing small wings and a tail, gradually becoming more and more draconic until they're the perfect incubator and fleshlight

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

drops in. speaks my truth. your fics of the egos are some of the only ones (besides Pyre) that I actively re-read because they're just That Good™. drops back out. - 🪦🗝️ (Deadlock)

Thank you so much, that's such an honor! I love to hear people do that, make me very happy, and it's one of the things that motivate me even when fandom is slow! :3

[ratslutcontainment]

Guys who make sounds that could be described as: whimpers, whines, moans, gasps, screams?

Boy do I have an opportunity for you! I call it "let me manhandle you and use your holes". This is NOT a limited time opportunity, and WILL be offered forever and ever. If you have ever self-described as pathetic, this offer is for you!

[awalkonthelightside]

Lounging in Lingerie.

Men in lingerie definitely carries with it, if not a stigma, but certainly a predetermined idea of something fetishy or seedy. For me, however, I like to see it as no different to, say, dressing in a well fitting suit; it's not really something that I would do for comfort or the feeling of the fabric, but to accentuate my body in the right places and hopefully give an aesthetically pleasing view to the audience (which admittedly is where this diverges a little from the suit analogy!)

I hope that these sort of pictures can help to normalise the idea that anyone can dress up for anyone else, without it having to be feminising.

[awalkonthelightside]

2023 Highlights

[valtsv]

if you try to run me through with your blade i'll just pull it in deeper until we're face to face and kiss you on the mouth. with tongue.

[bluewolfangel]

Here’s your cat boy, ya sinners 🖤

(I reached a certain amount of likes in a post on Twitter, and I promised when I did I’d draw Dark as a cat boy. So here is that LMFAO)

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Good Boy

Anon: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a yancy x gn!reader where yancy is the submissive in the relationship and maybe also a little touch starved. Reader is rough with him physically but is still super sweet cause yancy is always such a good boy for them?

MINORS DNI!!!!

Wordcount: 700+

Tags/warnings: mention of impact play, praise, bites, handjob, cum-eating

Having Yancy underneath you always feels like a treat and a privilege, the man so soft to your touch, so willing to take what you give him. Heated skin that only gets redder with scratched lines, slaps, and bites that are followed by kisses.

You love to kneel between his legs, and make him feel good, make him cum in any and many ways.

Tonight is no different, the man underneath you keening into your touch even as you hold his arms down by the wrist. You laugh, but there is nothing cruel in your tone, only wonder at how desperate he gets for you, how pretty he is like this.

Yancy whines, so you lean down to circle on of his nipples with your mouth, sucking hard on it, making him moan.

"Such a good boy for me Yancy, so pliable and sweet." The hand not around his wrists works over his cock, the mixture of lube and ample pre-cum making the glide easy. Your mouth back on his nipple, this time with kitten licks, makes him groan.

Yancy fucks into your hand as well as he can, his shallow trusts brushing up against more than just your hands with you kneeling between his legs and leaned over him, but you heed it little mind, too focused on him.

Moving your head, you trace a path with bites and your tongue over his chest to his other nipple, broad tongue lapping over it.

Yancy twitches beneath you, and you are certain if you weren't holding his hands, they would either be in your hair, or gripping the sheets for dear life.

Not that you really think he needs you to hold them there.

"Yancy, baby, I want you to keep your arms like this for me, ok?" He nods aggressively, keeping his eyes locked on you as you lean up and back. Hand now free, it joins your other on his cock, this one sliding down to play with his balls.

Yancy's mouth hangs open, letting moans, whimpers, and groans slip out with no hindrance, letting you hear how sweet he sounds for you.

"There you go my boy, so good for me, so well behaved." There's a glint in his eye, but gone in an instant as you thumb the head of his cock before bringing it to your lips to lick his cum off.

"Delicious." You comment, and he swallows hard as your hand returns to his cock, jerking him off faster now, intent on making him spill all over your hand.

"Come on my sweet thing, come for me like I know you want to, and like you were made to." Yancy moans perhaps the loudest he has all night as he spills over your hand, your name slipping out like a prayer.

You keep working him over until he shakes, only stopping when he moves his arms from over his head where he had kept them the whole time, to one over his face, the other on his chest, your signal that he is done for the moment.

Letting go, you just stay where you are, watching his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.

When he removes his arm from his face and looks at you, you smile at him before bringing your cum covered hand up to your mouth, and starting to clean it off.

Yancy watches as you do so, licking his lips and breathing heavily. The man has some stamina, but not even him can get hard that quick again, though you know he wouldn't have minded that at all with how he looks at you.

"Fuck, sweetheart....." You grin, leaning down, mindful of his sensitive cock as you kiss him. Or, you try to be, but Yancy just pulls you close, pressing you down on him.

"Need youse...." He mutters in-between kisses. You know what he means, the request hidden in his words familiar. You stop kissing him in favor of moving slightly further down, tucking yourself underneath his chin and letting yourself rest all of your weight on him.

Yancy sighs happily, one hand going to your back to trace patterns over your skin, the other moving to brush through your hair.

"My good boy deserves all that he wants." Yancy hums, and if you were a betting person- you would bet a slight blush is spread over his cheeks as you both just lay there.