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LATEST FIC: Tomorrow, Tonight - Damien x F!DA/Reader
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1. Degradation - Damien x M!Reader
2. Double Penetration - Illinois x F!Reader x Yancy
Contents: public sex, semi-public sex, fingering, drunk sex, drinking, brief mention of a gunshot, dubious consent (sexual acts in front of others who are unaware the acts are taking place [Marc probably knows though]), porn with plot
AN: I hecking love plot. This fic was inspired by my Kinktober #8 entry which you can find here.
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The manorsâ residents have all retired after a bodacious night of reverie. Drink and merriment were shared freely among old friends as they celebrated their reunion. Years of tension and grudges melted away as the night went on, momentarily forgotten by all but one.
The house is quiet, or rather, almost quiet. Faint noises can be heard; soft groans, whispered words, and the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. Two of the manorsâ inhabitants remain wide awake. Downstairs in the lounge, the cityâs Mayor and the newly elected District Attorney find themselves lost in the throes of passion.
Youâre not sure how you got into this situation, bent over the poker table while Damien drives his cock into you over and over again with fervor. The night had gone well; youâd mingled with old friends, catching up over Poker and drinking games. It was just like old times, before everything went wrong. And just like old times, you'd felt Damienâs eyes on you since the moment you'd stepped foot in the manor.
~
âItâs good to see you, old friend. I must congratulate you on your new position.â
He took your hand, kissing it and giving you that dashing smile of his, the one you knew all too well.
âYou look beautiful.â
It was easy at first to ignore his flirtation, to smile and roll your eyes as if he was just teasing you. But there had been a magnetic attraction between the two of you since youâd met back in college, and you felt its pull grow stronger as the night went on. Youâd tried to ignore it, to remind yourself why the two of you could never work, why you had left, but every drink softened your usually sharp mind.
Damien fared no better, the alcohol loosening his lips and dulling his sensibilities. The two of you slowly navigated towards each other, always within armâs reach, steadily moving closer and closer.
Your resolve, hung by a thread, finally snapped late in the night. It was after the third or fourth round of shots. Damien and Marc sat out for the round (Although you couldnât recall seeing Marc have a single drink the entire night), leaving you, Abe, and William. With the edge of the shot glass between your teeth, you tipped your head back too hastily, rivulets of tequila spilling down your front, dripping over your collarbones and into the hint of cleavage peeking out of your dress. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and set the glass down, meeting Damienâs gaze from across the room.
His deep brown eyes were almost black with how blown wide his pupils were, and the hungry look on his face sent electricity zipping up your spine. He raised an eyebrow at you, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, and you threw caution to the wind.
It didnât take long after that for you to end up in Damienâs lap for the next round of Poker. Abe cracked a joke, and William teasingly offered the detective a place on his lap, to which Abe threatened to shoot the Colonel. Marc gave you a knowing smirk, but there was something in his eyes, a twinge of emotion you were too inebriated to decipher.
Damienâs hand slipped under your dress while the five of you played, inching higher and higher up your leg. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of your thigh, pinky tracing over the heat between your legs and you yelped, drawing all attention to you. Your addled brain came up with some excuse to satisfy the others. All the while, Damien smirked against the back of your head and slipped his fingers into your underwear to rub lazy circles over your clit.
You had your first orgasm of the night like that, hiding your face behind your hand of cards while Damien worked you open on his fingers. When the game ended, the other three men made an excursion to the kitchen for more hors dâoeuvres.
âItâs been too long, my love.â Damien whispered in your ear. âSo desperate for release, youâd have me fuck you open with my fingers in front of our dear friends. Who knew the District Attorney could be so obscene?â
Before you could respond, Damien slipped his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your release off them. You burned with shame, but god if it didnât get you hot.
The rest of the night went by in a flurry of music and laughter. Damien continued to tease you until you felt about ready to explode. Just when you thought you couldnât take it anymore, Marc announced he would be retiring for the night and the other two men followed suit. You and Damien waved them off as they went up the stairs, explaining you were going to catch up a little before heading to bed yourselves. Â
It took all of two seconds for you to end up straddled across Damienâs thick thighs. One of his hands was in your hair while the other was planted firmly on your hip as he licked a broad stripe up over your collarbones and to your neck where he started nibbling a mark into your skin.
âI never stopped wanting you, dear heart, never.â
âDamien-â
âTomorrow, I want to prove to you that Iâve changed, that I can be the man you married, but tonight I need to feel you.â
~
âDamien,â you mewl softly, scraping your nails over the poker tableâs felted surface.
âThatâs it, my love, let me hear how good I make you feel.â
âSomeoneâs going to hear us and come downstairs.â
You can feel the way he smirks against your shoulder, never stopping the frantic thrusts of his hips.
âFunny, you didnât seem to mind an audience earlier.â
âThat was diff-â
Damienâs fingers rub harsh circles over your clit, and you cut yourself off with a moan.
âFuck.â
âWhat foul language. Are you already so far gone, dear heart?â
âD-Damien.â
He moans at the way you clench around him. âOh, my darling, how Iâve missed this. You were made to take my cock. Did you miss this? Did you miss me?â
Groaning, you nod the best you can. Itâs been five years since the two of you separated, five years without feeling him fill you.
âPlease Damien.â
âPlease what, dear heart? Tell me what you want.â
âI want,â You gasp at a particularly rough thrust of his hips. âI want to cum, Iâm so close.â
âI want nothing more than to feel you cum around me. But I need something from you first, my love.â
You whine helplessly.
âShh, thereâs no need to fret. I ask only one thing of you.â Damien pauses his thrusts, cupping the side of your face and turning your head towards him. âSay youâll be mine.â
âDamien, IâŠyou know I canât do that. I-Itâs been so long.â
âThen tell me you donât love me anymore. Tell me and tomorrow weâll act like this never happened.â
You open your mouth to respond, but youâre silent. Staring into his deep brown eyes, feeling his warmth pressed against you, filling you, you canât find the words. Youâre overcome with emotions, grief, fear, anger, hopeâŠlove. You love him. God, youâve never stopped loving him, even after all this time, despite all that youâd been through.
âI-I canât.â
Damien kisses you with a ferocity and a passion that is unmatched by anything youâve ever felt. You grab his hair, giving as good as you get, moaning when he snakes his tongue into your mouth. Damien resumes his pace, slamming his cock into you, frantically chasing your release.
âPlease, dear heart.â
The sound of his deep voice moaning in your ear sends you closer and closer to your release. You nod frantically.
âIâm yours, Damien. Iâve never stopped being yours. My heart belongs to you.â
He groans. âGod, Iâve ached to hear you say that.â
âDo youâŠstill love me?â
âYes, dear heart. I love you more than words could ever express, nothing could ever change that, not time, not distance, not even death. You are mine and I am yours.â
Tears sting at your eyes and you donât know whatâs causing them, whether itâs the flood of emotions or the frantic pulse of your orgasm as it draws closer.
âDamien, Iâm-â
âI know, so am I. I want you to cum with me, dear heart.â
His fingers returning to rub over your clit sends you careening over the edge. You arch your back, resting your head back against his chest and digging your nails into his shoulders. Damien grins down at you, his thrusts never faltering.
âThatâs it. Cum for me, darling, say my name. I want the whole world to know youâre mine.â
You moan his name, not even attempting to remain quiet as waves of pleasure wash over you. Damien follows close behind, hips stilling inside you as he groans your name low in your ear. You feel the warmth as he finishes inside you, drawing out your orgasm.
As the two of you come down from your high, Damien tucks himself back into his pants. He scoops you up into his arms and heads upstairs. You rest your head on his shoulder and trace your fingers over the buttons of his dress shirt.
âI missed you.â
He pets your hair. âI missed you too.â
âWe have a lot to talk aboutâ
âI know, dear heart, but thereâll be plenty of time to discuss it all tomorrow. Tonight, just let me feel you.â
The two of you climb into bed, curling up in each otherâs arms. Being with him like this feels like coming home after a long time away. You donât know how you went so long without him beside you, and you canât imagine ever being apart again. Upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms, the Mayor and the District Attorney drift off to sleep.
The house is quiet, or rather almost quiet. Outside lightning flashes across the sky and thunder cracks like a whip. Two of the manorâs inhabitants remain wide awake. Downstairs in the wine cellar, the Actor and the Colonel play a little game. A gunshot rings out, masked by another boom of thunder.
One of the manorâs inhabitants remain wide awake.
Contents: Fingering, Alcohol, Public Sex, Dubious Consent (sexual acts in front of others who are unaware the acts are taking place [well Marc probably knows])
AN: This entry inspired a fic.
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist - Find it on AO3 - Fic Masterlist
It didnât take long for you to end up in Damienâs lap for the next round of Poker. Abe cracked a joke, and William teasingly offered the detective a place on his lap, to which Abe threatened to shoot the Colonel. Marc gave you a knowing smirk, but there was something in his eyes, a twinge of emotion you were too inebriated to decipher.
Damienâs hand slipped under your dress while the five of you played, inching higher and higher up your leg. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of your thigh, pinky tracing over the heat between your legs and you yelped, drawing all attention to you. Your addled brain came up with some excuse to satisfy the others. All the while, Damien smirked against the back of your head and slipped his fingers into your underwear to rub lazy circles over your clit.
You had your first orgasm of the night like that, hiding your face behind your hand of cards while Damien worked you open on his fingers. When the game ended, the other three men made an excursion to the kitchen for more hors dâoeuvres.
âItâs been too long, my love.â Damien whispered in your ear. âSo desperate for release, youâd have me fuck you open with my fingers in front of our dear friends. Who knew the District Attorney could be so obscene?â
Before you could respond, Damien slipped his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your release off them. You burned with shame, but god if it didnât get you hot.
Contents: public sex, semi-public sex, fingering, drunk sex, drinking, brief mention of a gunshot, dubious consent (sexual acts in front of others who are unaware the acts are taking place [Marc probably knows though]), porn with plot
AN: I hecking love plot. This fic was inspired by my Kinktober #8 entry which you can find here.
This fic is a prequel to 'Feel You' but can be read standalone.
Fic Masterlist - Find it on AO3
The manorsâ residents have all retired after a bodacious night of reverie. Drink and merriment were shared freely among old friends as they celebrated their reunion. Years of tension and grudges melted away as the night went on, momentarily forgotten by all but one.
The house is quiet, or rather, almost quiet. Faint noises can be heard; soft groans, whispered words, and the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. Two of the manorsâ inhabitants remain wide awake. Downstairs in the lounge, the cityâs Mayor and the newly elected District Attorney find themselves lost in the throes of passion.
Youâre not sure how you got into this situation, bent over the poker table while Damien drives his cock into you over and over again with fervor. The night had gone well; youâd mingled with old friends, catching up over Poker and drinking games. It was just like old times, before everything went wrong. And just like old times, you'd felt Damienâs eyes on you since the moment you'd stepped foot in the manor.
~
âItâs good to see you, old friend. I must congratulate you on your new position.â
He took your hand, kissing it and giving you that dashing smile of his, the one you knew all too well.
âYou look beautiful.â
It was easy at first to ignore his flirtation, to smile and roll your eyes as if he was just teasing you. But there had been a magnetic attraction between the two of you since youâd met back in college, and you felt its pull grow stronger as the night went on. Youâd tried to ignore it, to remind yourself why the two of you could never work, why you had left, but every drink softened your usually sharp mind.
Damien fared no better, the alcohol loosening his lips and dulling his sensibilities. The two of you slowly navigated towards each other, always within armâs reach, steadily moving closer and closer.
Your resolve, hung by a thread, finally snapped late in the night. It was after the third or fourth round of shots. Damien and Marc sat out for the round (Although you couldnât recall seeing Marc have a single drink the entire night), leaving you, Abe, and William. With the edge of the shot glass between your teeth, you tipped your head back too hastily, rivulets of tequila spilling down your front, dripping over your collarbones and into the hint of cleavage peeking out of your dress. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and set the glass down, meeting Damienâs gaze from across the room.
His deep brown eyes were almost black with how blown wide his pupils were, and the hungry look on his face sent electricity zipping up your spine. He raised an eyebrow at you, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, and you threw caution to the wind.
It didnât take long after that for you to end up in Damienâs lap for the next round of Poker. Abe cracked a joke, and William teasingly offered the detective a place on his lap, to which Abe threatened to shoot the Colonel. Marc gave you a knowing smirk, but there was something in his eyes, a twinge of emotion you were too inebriated to decipher.
Damienâs hand slipped under your dress while the five of you played, inching higher and higher up your leg. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of your thigh, pinky tracing over the heat between your legs and you yelped, drawing all attention to you. Your addled brain came up with some excuse to satisfy the others. All the while, Damien smirked against the back of your head and slipped his fingers into your underwear to rub lazy circles over your clit.
You had your first orgasm of the night like that, hiding your face behind your hand of cards while Damien worked you open on his fingers. When the game ended, the other three men made an excursion to the kitchen for more hors dâoeuvres.
âItâs been too long, my love.â Damien whispered in your ear. âSo desperate for release, youâd have me fuck you open with my fingers in front of our dear friends. Who knew the District Attorney could be so obscene?â
Before you could respond, Damien slipped his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your release off them. You burned with shame, but god if it didnât get you hot.
The rest of the night went by in a flurry of music and laughter. Damien continued to tease you until you felt about ready to explode. Just when you thought you couldnât take it anymore, Marc announced he would be retiring for the night and the other two men followed suit. You and Damien waved them off as they went up the stairs, explaining you were going to catch up a little before heading to bed yourselves. Â
It took all of two seconds for you to end up straddled across Damienâs thick thighs. One of his hands was in your hair while the other was planted firmly on your hip as he licked a broad stripe up over your collarbones and to your neck where he started nibbling a mark into your skin.
âI never stopped wanting you, dear heart, never.â
âDamien-â
âTomorrow, I want to prove to you that Iâve changed, that I can be the man you married, but tonight I need to feel you.â
~
âDamien,â you mewl softly, scraping your nails over the poker tableâs felted surface.
âThatâs it, my love, let me hear how good I make you feel.â
âSomeoneâs going to hear us and come downstairs.â
You can feel the way he smirks against your shoulder, never stopping the frantic thrusts of his hips.
âFunny, you didnât seem to mind an audience earlier.â
âThat was diff-â
Damienâs fingers rub harsh circles over your clit, and you cut yourself off with a moan.
âFuck.â
âWhat foul language. Are you already so far gone, dear heart?â
âD-Damien.â
He moans at the way you clench around him. âOh, my darling, how Iâve missed this. You were made to take my cock. Did you miss this? Did you miss me?â
Groaning, you nod the best you can. Itâs been five years since the two of you separated, five years without feeling him fill you.
âPlease Damien.â
âPlease what, dear heart? Tell me what you want.â
âI want,â You gasp at a particularly rough thrust of his hips. âI want to cum, Iâm so close.â
âI want nothing more than to feel you cum around me. But I need something from you first, my love.â
You whine helplessly.
âShh, thereâs no need to fret. I ask only one thing of you.â Damien pauses his thrusts, cupping the side of your face and turning your head towards him. âSay youâll be mine.â
âDamien, IâŠyou know I canât do that. I-Itâs been so long.â
âThen tell me you donât love me anymore. Tell me and tomorrow weâll act like this never happened.â
You open your mouth to respond, but youâre silent. Staring into his deep brown eyes, feeling his warmth pressed against you, filling you, you canât find the words. Youâre overcome with emotions, grief, fear, anger, hopeâŠlove. You love him. God, youâve never stopped loving him, even after all this time, despite all that youâd been through.
âI-I canât.â
Damien kisses you with a ferocity and a passion that is unmatched by anything youâve ever felt. You grab his hair, giving as good as you get, moaning when he snakes his tongue into your mouth. Damien resumes his pace, slamming his cock into you, frantically chasing your release.
âPlease, dear heart.â
The sound of his deep voice moaning in your ear sends you closer and closer to your release. You nod frantically.
âIâm yours, Damien. Iâve never stopped being yours. My heart belongs to you.â
He groans. âGod, Iâve ached to hear you say that.â
âDo youâŠstill love me?â
âYes, dear heart. I love you more than words could ever express, nothing could ever change that, not time, not distance, not even death. You are mine and I am yours.â
Tears sting at your eyes and you donât know whatâs causing them, whether itâs the flood of emotions or the frantic pulse of your orgasm as it draws closer.
âDamien, Iâm-â
âI know, so am I. I want you to cum with me, dear heart.â
His fingers returning to rub over your clit sends you careening over the edge. You arch your back, resting your head back against his chest and digging your nails into his shoulders. Damien grins down at you, his thrusts never faltering.
âThatâs it. Cum for me, darling, say my name. I want the whole world to know youâre mine.â
You moan his name, not even attempting to remain quiet as waves of pleasure wash over you. Damien follows close behind, hips stilling inside you as he groans your name low in your ear. You feel the warmth as he finishes inside you, drawing out your orgasm.
As the two of you come down from your high, Damien tucks himself back into his pants. He scoops you up into his arms and heads upstairs. You rest your head on his shoulder and trace your fingers over the buttons of his dress shirt.
âI missed you.â
He pets your hair. âI missed you too.â
âWe have a lot to talk aboutâ
âI know, dear heart, but thereâll be plenty of time to discuss it all tomorrow. Tonight, just let me feel you.â
The two of you climb into bed, curling up in each otherâs arms. Being with him like this feels like coming home after a long time away. You donât know how you went so long without him beside you, and you canât imagine ever being apart again. Upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms, the Mayor and the District Attorney drift off to sleep.
The house is quiet, or rather almost quiet. Outside lightning flashes across the sky and thunder cracks like a whip. Two of the manorâs inhabitants remain wide awake. Downstairs in the wine cellar, the Actor and the Colonel play a little game. A gunshot rings out, masked by another boom of thunder.
One of the manorâs inhabitants remain wide awake.
Contents: Fingering, Alcohol, Public Sex, Dubious Consent (sexual acts in front of others who are unaware the acts are taking place [well Marc probably knows])
AN: This entry inspired my fic 'Tomorrow, Tonight'
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist - Find it on AO3 - Fic Masterlist
It didnât take long for you to end up in Damienâs lap for the next round of Poker. Abe cracked a joke, and William teasingly offered the detective a place on his lap, to which Abe threatened to shoot the Colonel. Marc gave you a knowing smirk, but there was something in his eyes, a twinge of emotion you were too inebriated to decipher.
Damienâs hand slipped under your dress while the five of you played, inching higher and higher up your leg. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of your thigh, pinky tracing over the heat between your legs and you yelped, drawing all attention to you. Your addled brain came up with some excuse to satisfy the others. All the while, Damien smirked against the back of your head and slipped his fingers into your underwear to rub lazy circles over your clit.
You had your first orgasm of the night like that, hiding your face behind your hand of cards while Damien worked you open on his fingers. When the game ended, the other three men made an excursion to the kitchen for more hors dâoeuvres.
âItâs been too long, my love.â Damien whispered in your ear. âSo desperate for release, youâd have me fuck you open with my fingers in front of our dear friends. Who knew the District Attorney could be so obscene?â
Before you could respond, Damien slipped his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your release off them. You burned with shame, but god if it didnât get you hot.
