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[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.

This fic is a sequel to 'Tomorrow, Tonight' but can be read as a standalone.

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         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.”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober 2024 - 5/31

Pairing: Actor!Mark x GN!DA/Reader

Kink: Mirror Sex

Contents: Mirror Sex, mild Rough Sex, Cucking (sort of?), Possessive Behavior, Dubcon Exhibitionism, Dubcon Voyeurism

AN: In my canon Actor!Mark's name is Marcus, so that's why his name is spelled differently.

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“That’s it, darling.” Marc groans in your ear. “You feel so good around me, so tight.”

You press your hands on the mirror, the glass cool against your sweaty palms. Marc’s thrusts are erratic as he fucks you from behind, forcing the air from your lungs. You moan as you do your best to meet every thrust of his hips with one of your own.

Marc buries a hand in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back. When you open your eyes, you expect to see your own debauched reflection staring back at you. But instead of a pristine mirror, you find yourself looking through what you think to be a cracked window. But nothing could prepare you for who’s on the other side.

Dark stands on the other side of the shattered glass. His eyes meet yours and his stunned look is replaced with anger. Your panicked gasp earns a chuckle from Marc.

“I want you to cum for me, darling. I want you to cum for me while he watches, helpless to do anything. He needs to know I won.”

“Marc, w-what?”

He snakes a hand around to your front, frantically rubbing over all your most sensitive spots. You screw your eyes shut, unable to bear the weight of Dark’s gaze.

“Go on, my darling. We’re going to put on a show for sweet Damien. You’re going to cum on my cock, do you understand?”

You respond with a moan as he speeds up his thrusts, every slide of his cock inside you hitting your sweet spot and drowning you in waves of pleasure. Although you want to protest, you’re too lost to the pleasure to do anything but respond to the way Marc fucks you.

“That’s it. I can feel how close you are. You’re going to cum for me now. Go on, cum!”

“Damien!”

The coil snaps and you finish with a loud cry, too lost to the intensity of your orgasm to realize what you’ve just said.

When you open your eyes, Dark is smirking at you through the glass. Marc stills his thrust, pushing you face into the glass and growling your ear.

“I think we need to try that again, don’t you?”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober 2024 - 7/31

Pairing: Dark x GN!DA!Reader

Kink: Praise

Content: post-WKM, Praise Kink, Penetrative Sex, mild Sub!Dark

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“Feels so good, dear heart.” You sigh happily.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down to kiss you. Dark groans against your lips, the rhythm of his thrusts faltering.

“You’re doing so well, my love; the way you fill me is always so perfect.”

“Fuck.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t hide from me, Dark. You can hide from the rest of the world, but not from me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

His thrusts have become sloppy and desperate. Dark whines when you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his cock deeper inside of you.

“I just want to please you, dear heart. I need to make up for what I’ve done.”

“I know you do. If you want to atone, I suggest you start by giving me your release.”

You tug his earlobe between your teeth and Dark reaches his peak with a cry of your name. He stills his hips, cock still buried to the hilt as he fills you with his cum.

“Oh yes, lover, just like that, so good for me.”

[westanthewaterman]

For anyone interested, I posted a little something from a personal au I'm working on over on AO3. It's an OC story so I'm not posting it on here, but it’s just straight smut.

It's Dark x OC x Murdock

Here's the link but please mind the tags before reading!

[westanthewaterman]

Want - Dark x GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1400+

TW: choking

Summary: “You don’t need to ask.” He cups the side of your face. “Take what you want from me, my love.”

Request: ‘ could I have a dom dark and really like hopelessly subby reader that's trying to ask Dark if it's okay for them to top just once? At first he laughs but then he walks them through it and gives them advice? Feminine reader?’ - @yeh-spookey-betch​

Notes: Ended up making this GN, hope that’s okay!

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As soon as he appears in the living room, Dark knows something is off. He can feel your racing, frenzied thoughts from across the house. He heads down the hall towards your shared bedroom, opening the door slowly.

“Darling?”

You look up from your place on the bed like a deer in headlights. “D-Dark, you’re home.”

“Yes, I finished up early. Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, why do you ask?”

He raises an eyebrow at you and you sigh. 

“Right…magic demon powers.” You wring your hands, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m o-okay, just thinking…”

Dark curls a finger under your chin and tilts your head up so that you’ll meet his eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“I c-can’t. I can’t say it out loud. Couldn’t you just…read my mind or something?”

“I could, yes, but you know that’s not how this works. If you want something, you need to tell me.”

You turn away with a groan, wringing your hands. “It’s fine, it was nothing anyway. I’m going to go-”

Gentle hands grab your waist and pull you back against a strong chest. Dark rests his chin on your shoulder, stroking his hands up and down your arms. 

“My love, there’s no need to worry. If you want something, then I want to give it to you, but I can’t do that if you will not tell me.”

“I-” Your shoulders slump and you hide your face in your hands. “I want to be on top.”

There’s a moment of silence and then Dark is chuckling softly. 

“Really? That’s what you were so scared to tell me, darling?”

“No, you’re just going to tease me.” You push him away but he captures you in his arms again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tease. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I-I think so. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently.”

“Alright, whatever you’d like. Do you want to do it right now?”

You nod.

“Okay then, what do you want me to do?”

“W-What?”

“If you’re in charge today, that means you’re calling the shots. What would you like me to do?”

“O-Oh yeah, um, I want you to…strip for me?”

“Of course, darling.”

Dark watches you with amused eyes as he begins to undress, slipping off his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt before removing that and his jacket. He lays them both over the chair in the corner of the room, careful not to wrinkle the fabric, always one for being meticulous. 

You watch with wide eyes as he undoes his belt with nimble fingers and slips it from the loops of his pants. Next, he unbuttons his pants, sliding them down and off along with his shoes and socks. Dark reaches for the band of his boxers but you stop him with a hand over his.

“Y-You can leave those on. For now.”

“Alright.”

Your eyes trace over his form, admiring his smooth, gray skin and lithe muscle. Hands on his shoulders, you push him down onto his back on the bed, climbing on top of him slowly. 

“Is this…okay?” 

He smiles up at you. “You know how much I enjoy having you all over me, darling.”

“G-Good.” You pause, looking him over. “What now?”

“What would you like to do?”

“I-Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to ask.” He cups the side of your face. “Take what you want from me, my love.”

Leaning down, you keep one hand planted on the bed for stability, and your other hand trails from his chest and up his neck to cup his jaw in a way he’s done to you many times before. You press your lips to his, closing your eyes and swiping your tongue over his bottom lip. 

Dark parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue inside and explore the cavern of his mouth. He tastes like mint and TV static; the feeling of kissing him always makes your lips tingle. You tangle your tongue with his and Dark groans up into your mouth.

He reaches up to wrap his arms around your waist but you grab his wrists and pin them above his head. You eye him cautiously but he simply smiles up at you, lips parted as he catches his breath. 

“You don’t want me to touch you, darling?”

“N-No, not yet.”

You return to the task at hand, kissing from his lips and over his jaw, trailing them down the column of his throat. Your mouth stops at the crook of his neck where you give small kitten licks to the skin there before sucking gently. 

Dark grunts. “Harder, my love, please? I love having your marks on me.”

You suck harder on the spot, digging your teeth in just a little, and the entity beneath you moans; his hips buck up into yours, allowing you to feel how hard he is already. You slide one of your hands down the front of his body, slipping your fingers beneath the edge of his boxers and wrapping around the base of his cock. 

“Oh, darling.” He moans, squeezing his eyes and smiling softly. 

“Does that…feel good?”

“Yes, you’ve gotten me so excited already. I want you so bad.”

“A-Are you going to be good for me?”

Dark looks up at you, eyes completely black, showing off the bearest hint of pointed teeth when he grins. “Aren’t I always?”

You whimper at the way he’s looking at you, but refuse to give up on your goal. Sliding off the bed, you strip yourself quickly and remove Dark’s last remaining article of clothing before climbing back on top of his. 

With one hand, you reach between the two of you to start stroking up and down his cock, the other going between your legs to start touching yourself. It doesn’t take long to get yourself ready, with how much you’d been thinking about this before Dark had gotten home. 

Rising up onto your knees, you guide the head of his cock to your entrance before sinking down onto him slowly. You both moan, Dark digging his fingers into the sheets and throwing his head back against the pillows. 

Once he’s fully inside you, you roll your hips down experimentally, pulling a groan from the entity beneath you. Dark takes a deep breath, looking up at you with hungry eyes. 

“Darling, I need you to move.”

Confidence spurred on by the way you’re affecting him, you simply smirk. “What do we say when we want something?”

“Please?” Dark says through gritted teeth, staring daggers up at you. 

“Much better.”

You raise yourself until his cock is just barely inside you then drop back down, clenching around him. You continue the rhythm, gaining speed with every thrust of your hips. You lean down to cup the side of his face and kiss him softly, a juxtaposition to the way you’re fucking yourself down onto him.

“Fuck,” Dark groans, “we should’ve done this ages ago.”

“Am I making you feel good?”

He nods, squeezing his eyes shut and bucking his hips up to meet every thrust. You slide your hand down from his cheek to rest at the front of his neck. Your fingers curl around the side of his throat, not applying real pressure, just there as a reminder of who’s in charge. 

Dark lays his hand over yours and you expect him to tug it away from his neck, what you don’t expect him to do is apply more pressure.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Please, darling, I’m not fragile. I want you to own me.”

Spurred on by the sound of desperation in his voice, you squeeze your hand around his throat, making Dark gasp. Having this ageless, powerful entity completely at your mercy, sends a fire blazing through you and you slam yourself down onto his cock with every thrust of your hips. You’re so close and you can tell he is too by the way he grabs your hips, fingers digging into your skin. 

“I want you to cum,” you moan, “can you do that for me?”

He nods vigorously and you tighten the hand around his throat. “Yes, darling, I’m so close.”

“Then cum for me, Dark.”

He cums with a shout, filling you with warmth. The feeling of his cum dripping out of you triggers your own orgasm and you still your hips as you clench around him violently, moaning his name as you do. 

As the two of you come down, you rest your full weight on Dark, well aware he can take it. You duck down and press kisses to his neck. 

“Are you alright?”

He nods with a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“D-Did I do alright?”

“More than alright, darling. We will definitely be doing that again.”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober - 10/31

Pairing: Dark x GN!Reader

Kink(s): Size difference

Contents: size kink, possessive behavior, daddy kink, brief mentions of tentacles

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“Go on, darling. Why don’t you get comfortable?”

Dark rests a hand on either side of your waist, his palms dwarfing your body, his fingers practically overlapping at your spine. He guides you down, helping you lower yourself onto his cock. Despite all the prep he’d done, it’s still a stretch and you whimper as the head presses inside. 

It’s an odd pleasure-pain being stretched open like this, quite unlike anything else you’ve ever experienced. Not that you’ve ever had anyone as big as Dark; you’re not even sure any mere mortal could compare with the demonic entity’s sheer size.

Despite the sting of it, it feels good. So good. By the time he’s bottoming out inside you, you feel as if you’re already teetering so close to that edge. Dark chuckles, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

“You’re doing so well, dear heart. How does it feel?”

“Good, fuck, so full.”

“Only the best for my darling. Do you think you can move now?”

You nod, sucking in a deep breath and raising up on your knees just slightly before dropping back down. The two of you both groan at the friction and Dark’s hands get a hold of your hips. He pulls you up and guides you back down, setting a slow pace fucking you up and down on his cock. He moves your body like you weigh nothing, like you’re just a goddamn sex toy and you know it shouldn’t get you as hot as it does. 

“Fuck, Dark.” 

Pressing your face into the crook of his neck, you take the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses and small nips to his gray skin, reveling in the small grunts and moans he lets out. It feels so good, so right, being seated in his lap, thighs spread as far as they can go to straddle his lap. He’s hunched over you, crowding you despite the fact you’re the one on top. You feel so small, so frail, and it makes you want more. 

“Dark, please, please.”

“What is it, dear heart? What do you need?”

“Need you to fuck me. Need you to use me. Don’t want you to be fragile.”

The entity beneath you takes in a shaky breath, one hand tilting your chin up so you’ll meet his eyes. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

You nod enthusiastically, rolling your hips down against him the best you can. 

“Need you to take me, Dark. Need you to make me yours.”

He smirks, showing off a hint of pointed teeth. Dark blinks and his eyes have gone completely pitch black, sending a thrill up your spine when he looks down at you. His aura, which has been relatively calm this whole time, comes to life, blue and red light flickering around him. When he speaks, his voice is deeper than usual, and you can hear that faint ringing, almost as if it’s coming from inside your head. 

“I don’t need to make you mine, pet. You’re already mine, aren’t you?”

Dark slips his hands down, cupping your ass and lifting you all the way up his cock before forcing you back down. Pleasure zaps up your spine and you dig your nails into his back, clinging to him for dear life. He continues the same motion, picking up speed until he’s lifting you up and down his cock. 

“You are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to take. Mine to use. You love this, don’t you, being a good little hole for Daddy to fill? Always so ready, always so eager.”

You nod, drunk on the waves of bliss washing over you. Every slide into you has the head of his cock rubbing against all the spots that make you see stars and you can feel yourself clenching and tightening around him, racing closer and closer to your finish. 

“So close already, darling. Are you going to be good and cum for Daddy? I want to feel it. I want to feel the way you tighten like a vice around me, cumming over and over, not because it feels good, but because it makes Daddy feel good.”

“Yes, yes, please Daddy, I’ll be good. Make me cum, make me cum, please.”

Although his hands stay firmly on your ass, you feel something cold and almost fluid in its motions slip between the two of you and begin to stroke over you quickly. 

“That’s it, pet. Just a little more. I want you to cum for me. Right. Now.”

A particularly deep thrust of his hips and you’re flung over the edge, crying his name. You cling to him helplessly, clenching around him and squirming in his hold. Dark doesn’t let up, fucking you through it, growling in your ear, biting gently at your neck. 

“Daddy,” you whine. 

With a few more thrusts, he holds you down in his lap, his cock completely buried inside you. He cums with a low groan and a wave of warmth washes over you at the feeling of his cum filling you. 

“Fuck.”

Dark chuckles, petting your hair and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“You did so well for me, dear heart.”

You rest your head on his chest, listening to his unusual heartbeat as you catch your breath.

“Think you wore me out.” You laugh.

“I certainly hope not. We’ve merely begun, pet. My tendrils haven’t even gotten their turn yet.”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober - 6/31

Pairing: Dark x GN!Reader

Kink(s): Temperature play

Content: bondage, wax play

AN: Yes, yes, I know I did wax play already but wax play is a form of temperature play and I like it more than ice play so you get this. This also means I am all caught up on kinktober now. Yay!

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Dark practically hisses, sucking in a breath and throwing his head back against the pillows. You watch the way the wax splatters against his skin, dripping before cooling in place, painting his chest in beautiful speckles of white. 

Pitch black eyes watch you with what some might assume to be a predator’s gaze, but you know better. Dark is relaxed and pliant beneath you, something you’re sure no other living or nonliving being has ever or will ever see. 

He’s stretched out on the bed, gray skin a beautiful contrast to the silky, cobalt sheets beneath him. His dark hair is splayed out around his head like a beautiful, dark halo. You take a moment to admire him, admire his inhuman beauty and wonder how you got so lucky. 

“An odd time to get sentimental, dear heart.”

You roll your eyes with a soft smile, ducking down to press a kiss to his cheek before dripping your wax over his chest, making him flinch with a content sigh. 

“You can’t blame me when you look like this, my love.”

“Yes, but I imagine there are more pressing things to attend to.”

As if to emphasize his point, the entity bucks his hips, drawing your eyes down to where his cock lays against his stomach. You’ve ignored this part of him for most of the night, giving him a few lazy strokes when you’d pulled his pants off before focusing your attention on other parts of his body. 

You’re sure, if his hands weren’t bound and stretched above his head, that he would be stroking himself slowly, trying to tempt you into giving him what he wants. But not today. Today you wanted a canvas. Today you wanted to get him to truly relax. 

“I suppose there are, and I will attend to them, just not right now.”

You tilt the candle once again, drizzling a line all the way down from the bottom of his sternum to just above where the head of his cock sits leaking on his stomach. He jerks at the closeness of it, bucking his hips up involuntarily and letting out a quiet groan. 

“Tease.” He grumbles. 

“You love it.”

“What I love is having you on my cock, taking you apart piece by delicious piece until you’re a mindless mess beneath me.”

You shudder at his words and the heat in his dark gaze, but you shake your head and return your attention to the task at hand. 

Sliding your hand up and down the length of his abdomen, you glide the tips of your fingers just barely over his cock before returning your hands to his chest. You peel each spot of wax off of him, admiring the flush each one leaves behind. 

“You’re going to get bored of teasing me eventually, darling. You’ll be desperate to have me filling you one way or the other.”

He’s challenging you, attempting to goad you into being more rough with him, but you refuse to give in. 

“I told you before we started I was going to take my time, darling, and I meant that.”

“Yes, I remember. But do you have the patience for that?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, pouring wax over his collarbones. “Do you?”

Dark groans, arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“I think you underestimate my resolve, Dark. I can certainly be patient when I want to be, and I think I’d really enjoy keeping you here like this all night.”

The entity lets out a shaky breath, flinching when you rest one of your hands on his thigh. Your palm slides slowly up and over his hip, briefly stopping to scrape your nails over his hip bone, before resting at the base of his cock. You take him into your hand gently, wrapping your fingers around him and giving him a few languid strokes. 

“That’s it.” He groans. 

You continue to drip wax over him with one hand, using the other to caress his cock. You notice as time goes on, Dark gets more and more relaxed, almost beginning to melt into the bed. His hips roll up into your touch occasionally and he twitches just slightly with every splatter of wax against his skin. 

After a while, you speed up your pace, twisting your hand over the head of his cock with every pass. The entity beneath you moans long and low, hips rocking up into your hand with every stroke. He’s moaning freely now, something you don’t get to see very often, and every sound that passes his lips sets your body on fire. 

“Darling,” he groans. 

“Are you getting close, my love?”

Dark nods, opening his eyes to look up at you with a hungry gaze. 

“Good. I want you to feel good, Dark. I want you to cum for me.”

His eyebrows knit together and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m so close, dear heart. Just a little more.”

You slow down your strokes and he’s about to protest when a few drops of the hot wax splatter across the length of his cock and he’s cumming with a loud, surprised cry. You watch in awe at the way he falls apart beneath you, back arching and cock spilling over his stomach. 

When he finally flops down against the bed with a long sigh, you blow out the candle and sit down next to him, running a hand through his hair. 

“How was that?”

“Good, darling, very good.”

“See? Now do you understand why I was taking my time?”

His eyes open slowly and it’s not the lazy gaze you were expecting but that of a predator about to make the kill. You have time to gasp softly before you hear the sound of his handcuffs breaking and he flips you onto his back. Dark pins you to the bed, climbing over you and looking down at you with a devilish smirk. 

“I hope you understand, darling, that I must return the favor and I guarantee I have much more patience to spare.”

[westanthewaterman]

thinking about sitting in darks lap, perhaps just sitting there, legs spread and straddled against their hips, being a good little cockwarmer for them while Dark works, all the while he’s praising you. and a bit of thigh grinding action. thats all.

Hhhhhhhh-

You're not sure how long it's been, but you know you can't take anymore. Sitting in Dark's lap with your head resting on his shoulder, stretched open on his cock, you feel so hot.

Dark is ignoring you, for the most part, attention occassionally straying from his paperwork when he reaches down to pet your head or runs a soothing hand over your back.

You're not sure what the paperwork is for, but you're certain it's nothing nearly as important as the cute little thing squirming on his lap. You whimper, attempting to roll your hips down against him but a pair of strong hands dig into your waist, anchoring you in place.

"Relax, pet. I'm almost finished."

"Please," you whine, "I can't take anymore. I need-"

He shushes you softly, "Settle down, little one, you'll get what you need when I say so."

His eyes are pitch black when you look up at him and it sends a shiver down your spine. You duck your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck with a little cry.

Dark tuts. "Come on, don't pout. I'm almost finished with my paperwork."

"Please," you whimper softly, looping your arms around his neck and rocking down against him, "want you so bad, want to cum on your cock."

He grunts at the way you clench around him and rests his head back against his chair, looking down at you with a lazy smirk. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

Dark makes a show of sighing and pushing the chair away from his desk to give him room to smooth his hands over your ass. "I suppose you have been relatively good."

You beam up at him, pressing kisses to his neck and chest.

"Go on, pet. Take your reward while I'm feeling generous. Make yourself cum on my cock."

[westanthewaterman]

What He Wants - Dark x M!Reader x Eric

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 669 (nice)

TW: brief daddy kink, use of good boy

Notes: This is for @weirdlyhornyforegos​ Happy birthday! <3 <3 <3

MASTERLIST

“P-Please.” Eric whimpers, spreading his legs open, giving you a view of his pale thighs covered in small bruises, and looks up at you with those big, watery eyes. 

A cool body presses to your back and strong hands glide up your sides, a pair of lips hovering over your ear.

“Go on,” Dark whispers, “give our good boy what he wants. He’s been so well behaved, after all.”

“Yes, sir.” You take Eric’s chin in your hand, turning his gaze towards you. “Are you going to be good for me, baby?”

He nods frantically.

“Good boy.”

You reach down between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him slowly. Eric cries out, still sensitive from his last orgasm, bucking his hips helplessly against you. Your other hand slips down to his entrance and you slide two fingers in easily. Dark had already worked him open earlier,  but you so love to watch Eric squirm when he gets desperate like this.

Eric moans, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and arching his back. “Please, p-please!”

“No more teasing, give him what he wants.” Dark’s voice is quiet but firm. 

“But he looks so cute like this.”

A hand rests at the base of your throat and Dark presses you back against his chest. “I suggest you hurry up. You don’t get to cum until I’m inside you.”

“But Dark-”

“No buts, do as you’re told or you’ll be the only one not finishing tonight.”

You sigh dramatically. “Yes, sir.”

Returning your attention to Eric, you climb onto the bed between his legs and press a kiss to the corner of his jaw. 

“I’m sorry for teasing you, baby.”

“I-It’s okay.” Eric loops his arms around your neck, pulling you flush against him. 

He reaches down to start stroking your cock and you groan, rolling your hips into his hand. You let him touch you for a moment before batting his hand away, guiding the head of your cock to his entrance. 

You push into Eric slowly, moaning at the way he tightens around you. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.”

Once you’re fully inside, your hips flush with his, you still, resting your forehead on his sternum, allowing him a moment to adjust. 

Eric whimpers, attempting to roll his hips against yours. “P-Please move, please.”

“Easy, baby, just relax and let me take care of you.”

You start gentle, sliding in and out of him slowly. One of your hands slides up his body to start playing with his nipples while the other gets a firm hold on his hip, keeping Eric exactly where you want him. 

Eventually, you start to pick up your pace, fucking into him without abandon, pulling cries and whimpers from the man beneath you. Every thrust of your hips makes him tighten around you, forcing groans from you. Eric throws his head back with a long moan, reaching down to touch himself but you catch his wrists in one hand and pin them above his head. 

“Ah, ah, baby.” You smirk, pressing kisses to his neck. 

“Please, please, please, I-I’m so close. I wanna cum, please.”

“You know who you need to ask, Eric.”

Eric’s gaze turns from you to the entity who has moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching the two of you with hungry eyes. 

“Please Daddy, c-can I cum?”

Dark smirks, reaching out a hand to cradle the side of Eric’s face. “You have my permission. Go on, cum like a good boy.”

It’s all Eric needs, finishing with a long, high-pitched cry. He clings to you, rocking his hips and painting his stomach in white. You groan at the way he tightens around you, fucking him through it slowly. Eventually, a hand on your hip forces you to still and you pull out with a soft groan.

“You did good,” Dark presses a kiss to Eric’s forehead. He turns to you, grabbing your jaw in a tight grip. “Now, I think it’s your turn.”

[westanthewaterman]

Self Care - Dark

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 1000+

Inspired by this request.

Notes: This is literally just 1000 words of Dark masturbating. Thank you candy anon, for the request. I know you said drabble but this idea took over me.

MASTERLIST - AO3

He’s never been much for toys, honestly, and certainly never when he’s by himself. Sure, it’s fun to watch a partner squirm from the feeling of a vibrator or to stuff them full with an unnaturally shaped dildo, but nothing beats the real thing.

Call him old-fashioned. If you want to be fucked, he’ll fuck you. Simple as that. And if he has the desire to touch himself, well why would he need anything else when he’s got two hands and the power of the Void?

So, when you surprise him with a small, rectangular-shaped box before you head out on a trip, he’s not quite sure what to make of its contents. 

It’s a sleek toy, slightly curved, made from some kind of soft, synthetic material. It’s a nice length, longer than he is but not quite as thick. 

He’ll admit, he’s…curious, but that’s all it is, it’s curiosity. If he gets a spike of lust at the thought of how it would feel stretching him open, he’d be loath to admit it.

Dark is smart, calculating. He seeks to understand things the best he can, because, once you understand something you can control it. So maybe, maybe if he understands what it is you like about these toys so much, maybe he’ll be more effective at using them the next time you ask. 

So he strips completely and lays down on the bed, allowing himself to spread out and get comfortable. He pulls a bottle of lube from the nightstand and sets it down on the sheets beside him. He’s not sure if he’ll need it but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. 

Dark takes a moment to figure out the controls, messing with the buttons that change the rhythm of the vibrations. Once he feels he’s familiar enough with the cycle of settings, he sets it to the lowest one and presses the tapered end against the head of his cock.

It feels good for all of two seconds before he has to pull it away, letting out a curse at the feeling of overstimulation. Dark realizes he’s going to have to take his time and get his body used to it. 

This time, he starts at the base of his cock, running the vibrator around the width of it. Like this, he can feel the vibrations traveling up his shaft and a groan sounds deep in his chest. It’s pleasant, almost warm, and he’s hard as a rock. 

With his free hand, he strokes over the rest of his cock, swiping his thumb across the tip, using the precum there to lubricate his palm. Feeling more relaxed and more warmed up, Dark decides to retry running the vibrator over the head of his cock.

This time, instead of overstimulating pleasure on the urge of being painful, it feels good. He lets out a long breath, resting his head back against the pillows, and continues stroking over his shaft with his hand while he traces the toy over his tip. Dark presses it against the underside of his cock, right where the head meets the shaft and he lets out a long moan as precum leaks out and drips down onto his hand. 

Eventually, his body gets used to the soft vibrations and Dark presses one of the buttons, amping up the intensity. The rumbling of the vibrator shoots straight down his cock, making him buck his hips up involuntarily. Dark lets out a groan as he slides it up and down the length and over the head, losing himself in the feel of pleasure that’s washing over him. 

With a shaky hand, he grabs the bottle of lube beside him and manages to squeeze some onto his hand. He rubs it between his fingers, getting warm before slipping his hand down between his legs. Dark strokes his fingers over his entrance, smearing lube over himself before pressing a finger inside. 

A curse escapes his lips as he begins to slip his finger in and out, quickly adding another in order to scissor himself open. With the feeling of his fingertips brushing over his prostate and the vibrations on his cock, he can already feel himself getting close. Dark presses a third finger inside himself, making sure he’s prepped enough for pulling them out.

He removes the vibrator from his cock and drips lube onto it, coating it with a few strokes of his hand. Dark presses the toy to his entrance, biting his lip as he presses the tapered end inside slowly. 

A long, low moan escapes from deep in his throat. His back arches and he wraps his free hand tightly around the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. Dark allows himself a moment to breathe and get used to the feeling of the vibrator buzzing away inside him. 

He can feel the vibration all the way in his cock and he knows he doesn’t have long before he finds his release. Dark pulls the toy out all the way, until just the tip is left keeping him open. He slams it forward, rocking his hips down to meet it, and starts a brutal pace, fucking himself down onto it with every thrust of the toy inside him. 

The tip of it brushes against his prostate and the vibrations against his sensitive bundle of nerves force his hips to buck up into the air. With the hand already around his cock, Dark starts to stroke himself in time with the thrusts of the toy, barreling towards his climax. He’s so close, just a little more and he knows he’ll be done for. 

Dark is moaning freely now, eyes squeezed shut as he arches into his own hands. His thumb slips down the length of the vibrator to press one of the buttons and the vibrations once again pick up in pace and intensity. It’s too much, too much, and it feels so good.

He cums with a loud moan, making a mess all over his hand and stomach. Overstimulation takes over quickly, the vibrations too much against his prostate and he scrambles to pull the toy out, turning it off and throwing it to the side. Dark throws an arm over his eyes as he fights to catch his breath. 

So, maybe he’s starting to understand why you like toys so much. Perhaps, he’ll have to ask you to pick up a few more the next time you’re out. 

[westanthewaterman]

Take Care of You - Dark x GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1800+

Summary: After another night of bad dreams, you go to Dark for some tender love and care. 

tw: none, just good old fashioned smut

FIC MASTERLIST - AO3

A soft knock at the door pulls Dark’s attention from his work. He sets his pen down and shuffles his papers together, checking the clock on his bookshelf. It’s late, too late for anyone to be knocking save for one person. 

“Come in.”

The door opens and shuts silently behind you. You’re dressed in your pajamas, hair messy from sleep, and dark circles underlining your eyes. 

“Darling, why are you up? It’s late.”

“I can’t get back to sleep.” Your voice is quiet, tired. 

“Nightmares again?”

A nod from you confirms his suspicion and Dark gives you a sympathetic smile. 

“Can I do anything for you?”

“Could I just sit with you for a while?”

“Of course, you know you are always welcome here. I’m afraid I won’t be very good company, however, I have a lot of paperwork to get done. Wilford wants to start a new segment on his show and I must look over everything before I can agree to it.”

“That’s alright, just your company is enough.”

A dark blush settles on his cheeks, though he would be loath to admit it. 

You sit down in one of the plush armchairs in front of his desk, shifting until you get comfortable. Dark looks you over then his eyes slide to the fireplace. A fire roars to life, filling the room with warmth and soft yellow light. You give him an appreciative smile and Dark nods before returning to his work. 

Your eyes scan the room, looking over collections of books, small knick-knacks, and the old gramophone tucked into the corner. You consider getting up to put a record onto it but can’t bring yourself to leave your cozy spot. The warmth of the fire washes over you, pushing out any of the icy cold fear left over by your recurring nightmares. 

Your eyes slide lazily over to the entity sitting across from you. The fire casts him in a warm glow, making his gray skin look almost human. The red and blue light that normally flickers at the edges of his body, lapping at the air around him, is barely visible now in the stillness of the room. His ringing too is more silent than usual, and you know he is quieting it for you. 

Watching him now, in this still, intimate moment, fills your chest with warmth. You feel safe here with him, safer than you’ve felt anywhere else. You wish you could stay in this room, in this moment for as long as you want. 

“Feeling dramatic tonight, aren’t you?”

You return your attention to the demon in front of you. He’s staring back at you with a tenderness in his dark eyes, smiling softly with his chin in his hand. You’re one of the very few people who get to see him like this - relaxed, calm, happy - and you cherish every second of it.

“Aren’t I always?”

Dark laughs softly, setting his pen down. “Come here, my love.”

He pushes his chair back and opens his arms to you, but you hesitate. 

“What about your paperwork?”

“I’ve done enough today, there are more important things to attend to.”

Warmth spreads across your face as you round his desk and slip into his arms. Dark pulls you onto his lap and cups the side of your face, the pad of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. 

“Do you think you’ll be able to get back to sleep tonight?”

You shrug, avoiding answering the question in favor of running your fingers over the silk of his tie. 

“Would you like me to come to bed with you?”

“No, no, could we just stay like this for a little while?”

“Of course, darling, anything you want.”

With practiced hands, you undo his tie and slip it out from the collar of his shirt, dropping it on his desk. Dark watches you with a curious smirk as you undo the first few buttons of his shirt, slipping your hand inside to trace your nails over his collarbones. 

“Little heart, is there something you want?”

“Maybe.” You slide your hands up his chest and under his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. 

Dark takes your wrists in his hands gently. “Tell me what you want. Ask nicely.”

Your eyes drop to the floor and you bite your lip. “I want you.”

“I know that, darling. I need you to be more specific.”

“Take care of me? Please?”

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

Dark lifts you up and sets you down on his desk, nudging your leps apart so he can stand between them. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, ducking down to nose along the column of your throat. 

“Don’t worry, little heart, I’ll take care of you.”

As he presses open mouthed kisses up your throat and along your jaw, you undo the last few buttons on Dark’s shirt, running your hands over his stomach and up his chest. A please sound rumbles deep in his throat and he tilts your head up, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Kissing Dark makes your lips tickle like you’re kissing TV static and you get lost in the feeling, tangling a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him against you. He smiles against your mouth, parting his lips and slipping his tongue out to trace over yours. 

His hands make quick work of your shirt, slipping it off over your head. Gentle fingertips slide over your back and down your sides before settling on your nipples, rubbing over them gently. You let a whimper escape your parted lips, propping your hands up behind you and arching your back.

“So perfect,” He mumbles, leaning down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. 

Dark’s body usually runs cold compared to yours but his mouth is hot, tongue laving over your nipple as he sucks on it. He smirks when you whine, bucking your hips up into the empty air. 

“Please, Dark.”

Your quiet plea falls on deaf ears as Dark continues to tease, switching his attention to your other nipple. His hand slides down the front of your body to the waistband of your sweats, undoing the tie at the front and tugging them off you. 

He pulls away, keeping his dark eyes on you as he kneels down between your spread legs. Dark presses open mouthed kisses down the length of your thigh, before working up the other. You watch with wide, hungry eyes as he leans in, mouthing over you through your underwear. The feeling of his mouth and the wet heat of his tongue teasing over you sends a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine and you fall to your back. 

“Is this alright?” His voice is quiet, barely a whisper, but you hear it all the same. 

“Y-Yeah, fuck it’s perfect.”

Dark smiles. “Good.”

He continues to trace his tongue over you through your underwear, your arousal staining the fabric. Slowly, two hands reach up to the waistband and you instinctively raise your hips to give him room to slip them off you. 

Your sex now exposed to the cool night air, the feeling of his breath fanning over you makes you buck up. Dark takes your hips in his hands, holding you in place as he ducks down. He looks over your heated skin with hungry eyes before slowly enveloping you in his mouth. 

“Dark!” You gasp, reaching between your legs to grab a handful of his hair. 

Dark takes his time, tracing his tongue over the length of you, sucking gently. The stubble on his jaw scratches deliciously against your thighs and it’s so good, too good. You tug on his hair with a small whimper. 

“Please, I need you.”

“So impatient,” He laughs softly, pulling away and standing back up to look over you. 

While one of his hands runs up the length of your body to rest gently at the center of your chest, the other reaches down to undo his belt and open his pants just enough to pull his cock out. He gives himself a few strokes before pressing the head against your entrance. 

“Are you ready for me, little heart?”

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes, please.”

Dark sinks into you slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the feeling of being filled. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his chest flush against yours, mewling in his ear softly. 

“You feel so good, darling. Is this what you needed?”

“Y-Yes, oh Dark, fuck.”

“Just relax and let me take care of you.”

He pulls out of you slowly until only the head of his cock is inside you before slowly sliding back in, inch by delicious inch. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer, deeper. 

His next thrust is deeper, harder, and every thrust after gets more intense until he’s fucking you relentlessly, every buck of his hips sending you reeling. All you can do is cling to him, digging your nails into his shoulders. 

“You always feel so good, darling. I love having you like this, all spread out and desperate for me to take care of you. You love letting me have control, don’t you?”

You moan, long and high pitched as you feel yourself climbing towards your release. Dark seems to sense you’re getting close, one of his hands slipping between the two of you to touch you where you need it most. 

“Please, please, please.”

“That’s it,” he moans in your ear, “are you going to cum for me? Are you going to show me how good I take care of you?”

Nodding helplessly, you cry out when the head of his cock brushes over just the right spot inside you, and Dark angles his hips to hit it over and over and over again. 

“Go on, little heart. Cum for me. Now.”

The sharp edge to his voice is what finally pushes you over the edge. You cry his name, clamping down around him. Dark curses and continues to thrust into you, every press of his cock inside you sending a wave of overstimulating pleasure zipping through you. 

“Please,” you whimper, “I wanna feel you cum inside me.”

That’s all Dark needs; one last thrust and he stills inside you, cumming with a long groan and filling you with warmth. 

The two of you stay intertwined as you catch your breath. Dark picks you up again, keeping his cock inside you, and sits back down in his chair, settling you in his lap. 

“How’re you feeling?”

“So good,” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder, eyelids suddenly very heavy.  

He smiles, running a hand through your hair. “Good. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?”

“Only if you join me in bed.”

“Hm, I suppose I can manage that.”

You press a kiss to his cheek and tuck your head into the crook of his neck, exhaustion finally starting to catch up to you. 

[westanthewaterman]

West! Congrats on another milestone :) im so proud of you, your writing is exquisite and deserves all this attention and much, much more <3

For the milestone drabble celebration, could I please request:

Dark x M!Reader x Murdock ? with some praise kink? (or even just dirty talk is *chef kiss* you're the master writer)

idk i haven't seen that much from these two together and feel like it could have some... interesting outcomes ;) thank you! smooches <3

- 💐

Thank you <3 <3 <3

tw: praise kink, dirty talk, unsafe sex

“That’s it,” Dark whispers in your ear, “you’re doing so well, darling.”

Murdock growls, hips bucking up into you, forcing a moan from both your throats. He grabs the side of your face and turns your attention to him. 

“So tight on my cock. It feels so full, doesn’t it?”

You nod breathlessly, rolling your hips down against him and feeling the way the head of his cock hits your prostate. 

“Just think how good it’s going to feel when I cum inside you, filling you up while you clench around my cock.”

You moan loudly, arching your back when Dark wraps his hand around your cock. He sets a slow pace, rubbing his thumb over the tip and squeezing the base with every upward stroke. His cool lips press against the back of your neck, cooling your heated skin. 

“Doing so good for us. Just a little more, let Murdock fill you up and then I’ll have my turn.”

[westanthewaterman]

Tbh, im kinda surprised that nothing w/ darkiplier and tendrils/tentacles had been suggested w/ a male or female reader, eh fuckit, can i get that with a side of a gn! Reader?

lol you sent this in like immediately someone else sent in a similar request. Great minds and all that.

tw: void tentacles

Dark rests his chin in his palm, watching you with what an outsider would assume to be a bored expression, but you know better. The darkness in his eyes, the slight tilt of his head, no, you’ve got his full attention. 

You’re spread out on the bed, hands pulled above your head and bound by thick, inky black tentacles reaching out from the shadows of the room. Two more of the tendrils are exploring your body, one twisting and sliding over your nipples while the other is pistoning in and out of you at a bruising pace. 

You’ve given up trying to hold back your moans at this point, whimpering and whining into the night air. Dark watches with amusement as you get closer and closer to another orgasm and he licks his lips, showing you just a hint of his pointed canines. 

“Dark, please,” you cry out, squirming helplessly at the tentacles holding you to the bed. 

“What is it, pet?” He crosses the room to stand beside the bed, black eyes roaming over every curve of your body. 

“I n-need you.”

He gestures to the tendril fucking into you. “You already have me.”

You shake your head, “No, I need you.”

Dark leans over you, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. “You need to be more specific, pet.”

“I want your cock,” you cry, squeezing your eyes shut, “I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckles, dark and sadistic, returning to his seat on the other side of the room. “Don’t worry, there’ll be time for that later. I’m not done with my fun.”

[westanthewaterman]

Major congratulations on the follower milestone! You deserve all the love! 💖

Could I request a Dark x either GN or F reader (up to you!) involving tentacles and brat taming? I could never get enough void tentacles in my life…

Thank you so much!!

tw: brat taming, void tentacles, brief spanking

“If you’re going to be a brat, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

Tendrils of inky black darkness slip out from the shadows of the room, two wrapping around your wrists to pin them to the desk, another two pulling your thighs apart. Now, bent over his desk, nothing but your underwear covering your body, you shiver at the sudden chill in the air. 

Dark smirks, crossing the room to you at a leisurely pace. He stops behind you, trailing his fingertips down your spine, one vertebra at a time, stopping at the curve of your ass. You know it’s coming before his hand even pulls away, but the smack steals your breath and forces a cry from your lips. 

Despite your situation, he hasn’t tamped out the fire in you yet. You grin up at him over your shoulder. 

“A little attitude. That all it takes to get you hot and bothered, Dark?”

Another slap to your ass forces you against the desk, the edge of the hardwood rubbing teasingly over the heat between your legs. 

“You’re certainly more mouthy than usual tonight.”

“Bet you’d love to see just how mouthy I can be.”

The two tendrils around your thighs slide up your legs and pull the rest of your clothing off, leaving you bare to the demon behind you. Dark takes a final step forward, leaning over you until his hips are flush with yours. 

One of his hands slips around to the front of your neck and he cranes your head back to look at him. 

“Darling, I know you’re just trying to rile me up to get what you want. So. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to keep you here, naked and bent over my desk, and I’m going to watch.”

“W-watch? Watch what?”

There is a dark snicker from behind you as Dark takes a seat in one of the armchairs behind you. You attempt to look over your shoulder to see him but he’s positioned himself perfectly out of your line of sight. All you can do is wait. 

One of the tendrils around your thigh slides up slowly, slipping between your legs and stroking over sensitive skin.

“No, Dark, you can’t be serious.” You whine. 

“If you want it to stop, you know what to say. Otherwise, this is your punishment. You don’t get my cock until I feel you’ve earned it.”

“But-”

You cut yourself off with a long moan as the other tendril slips inside you, stretching you open so perfectly. 

Dark rests his chin in his hand, black eyes trailing over you. “If you’re going to apologize for you attitude, now’s the time to start.”

[westanthewaterman]

Do you have any headcanons for what the egos will call their s/o? (Specifically Murdock, Actor, or Dark, but if you wanna do certain/other ones go ahead!! i just wanted to give a starting point lol)

I love pet names/terms of endearment. I give each character at least one unique nickname for them to use along with the more generics. These are my faovrite ones.

Murdock

little flower

petal

darling

Actor

my love

leading love (specifically for a former DA character)

Dark

dear heart

my love

darling

little monster (specifically for a former DA character)

Night

starlight

star

my keeper

Host

songbird

my voice in the darkness (specifically for a former DA character)

Damien

little monster (obviously)

my heart

partner in crime

[westanthewaterman]

Dark picks up his pace, fucking the toy into you. You can feel the vibrations through your whole body, sending every nerve ending on fire. 

“Dark, please,” You moan, trying to rock your hips down onto it, but the void tendrils around your waist hold you still.

“What is it you want, darling? Tell me.” His voice is deep and hungry.

“Y-You. I want you to fuck me. I want you.”

“Really? It seems to me like you’re having fun with this plastic cock, I don’t think you need anything else.”

You whine, high-pitched and desperate, digging your nails into the sheets. “Please! I want your cock. I want to feel you filling me.”

He hums, a wicked look in his eyes as he leans down to press his lips to your ear. “How about this - I’m going to have my fun fucking you with this toy, if you can keep yourself from cumming , you’ll get what you want.”

A moan tears itself from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip. God, you’re so close already just from the vibrations of the toy and the feeling of it filling you up. But it’s not as good as him, nothing feels as good as Dark does when he’s filling you up. You’re prepared to hold out, to attempt to distract yourself until he’s had his fill...

...until the vibrations get stronger than they’ve been all night and you hear a wicked laugh.