#mantarie arcane fanfiction

[tragedy125]

“ Bring me Junkie in Love ”

| Dustin/Mantarie x fem! reader / wc. 4,231

synopsis: you have nothing better to do so you’re clubbing with dustin at the last drop!

warnings: 18+, smut ofc, drug use, suggestions of fingering

note: further down i do my best to describe a song that’s playing while y/n and dustin are dancing, that song is ‘man research (clapper)’ by gorillaz so if you wanna listen to it while reading you’re more than welcome to!! —maybe start out by listening to ‘lust for a vampyr’ by i monster bc that’s what was mainly playing when i started writing this:) ENJOY<3

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Loud music shakes you to the core and rumbles and thumps inside your ears—you feel it in your veins along with the inducing clouds of shimmer inhaled second hand. Yet the stillness of your body seems to be the only thing to completely consume you as you stare in no particular direction, but somehow your gaze is always drawn back to Dustin: jumping, flailing around like a fish on the stage just feet from where you sit and stare.

Despite the flashing lights and the overhanging red and green ones, you notice the purple hue about Dustin’s eyes. You begin to notice it burn in yours, especially in your eyelids like an overwhelming sense of tiredness. In the one blink you take to make it go away Dustin is there just after, inches from your face in order to get your attention.

You furrow your brows in confusion and slight fright, jolting away remembering that he knows little to nothing about personal boundaries. You try to shove him away, but he knows you're way too easy to give into temptation when the music’s loud and the drugs are running their course. And so… you give in and grab his hand, the two of you have nothing important to do. You throw your head back laughing hysterically when Dustin begins pulling you from side to side by the hands, tugging and haggling you about as if some plaything at his disposal (which is how you felt more often than not whenever you were mere feet from each other).

Your thoughts begin to roam… Dustin didn’t talk much and if he does it’s in tongues. Though it’s been decades of knowing him, you begin to fully realize this aspect. You think it might have to do with the amount of punches he’s taken over the years as a fellow lackey, and it’s really only you and one other group member who are able to understand him. His actions speak a lot louder than any sort of blabber he is able to emit from his diminishing vocal cord attempts, but the babbles help nonetheless especially if he is adamant about something in particular.

Your once stagnancy is bubbled over by a newfound rush that enthralls you—arms flying over and below you, even your head banging in tune sometimes more violently than you had intended. It feels good and the fact of your hands and Dustin’s roam about your figure, swaying and jumping along to the thundering strain, excites every sense that hasn’t been wholly dampened. You’re not able to correctly place the song that vibrates the entirety of the room including the platform beneath your feet, however you sing along to the multiple ‘yeah yeah yeahs’ anyhow.

Arms loosely snake around Dustin’s neck while his hands linger on and around your waist and hips, even toying with the hem of your top and brushing over the viciously warm skin beneath it. He pulls you closer with each passing second till bones fit perfectly together.

At one point and without a second thought, Dustin abruptly takes hold of your chin capturing you in a messy kiss; one where he takes advantage of getting to shove his tongue down your throat. In any other circumstance you wouldn’t mind, but in this instance you know it may be part of his tricks to drug you in some small way. For a moment you step back to collect your thoughts, partially staring at him while truly trying to figure out if he just did what you think he did. Dustin keeps a tight hold on you and watches with narrow eyes and a smirk thinking it hilarious.

‘For fucks sake-’ you think to yourself as you try your damnest to figure the guy out, you decide to return the favor despite his attempts to blind you with clouds of bright purple shimmer. It only makes you all the more persistent on your own form of payback. You lean in close,

“So, is this your attempt at date rape,” you ask. You feel Dustin’s hold on your hips tighten, fully aware of your warm breath near his ear as his against the crook of your neck. He doesn’t say much in reply. You chuckle, “Wanted to see how many more times you could shove your tongue down my throat before you actually get the balls to intoxicate me further? …Try being a little bit more honest and polite next time and I might just let you willingly fuck me, ‘kay.”

You pull away some in order to capture Dustin’s wide eyed expression, then he quickly shakes his head in disbelief recalculating your every word. You bite your lip finding it adorable watching the gears in his brain tick and creak. You throw your head back laughing once again before grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

“C’mon you putrid fuck, we don’t always need drugs to have fun…“ you tell him loudly over the music before returning to dance while hands meander slowly along him curiously, hungry for his sickly skin against yours in some microscopic way.

Dustin gives you a ‘that’s debatable’ type of look, getting you to recall past times of the two of you running around like maniacs throughout the Lanes completely wasted. You shake your head, humiliated due to that night's events. He saw a side of you not a lot of people have and somehow you knew he might use it for blackmail… You prefer to stay stoic and somewhat of a smartass when it is called for.

“I want a drink,” you tug on him, steadily leading him to the edge of the platform and toward its small set of steps, he retaliates momentarily before you yank on his clothes again, whining, “Please.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, releasing a buzzing groan against your shoulder while he clings to your backside on the walk to the bar. You keep him close and his hands secured to your hips happily, the tips of his fingers pricking the skin and bones beneath it greedily. You place your own hands against the cool table waving over the barkeep. Dustin wraps his arms around your waist completely and rests his chin on the top of your head.

The man wipes his hands off before asking what you want. You shield your eyes from surrounding flashing lights so you’re able to look at the guy straight on.

“Can I get two lemon drop’s aaandd…” you look back at Dustin. “You want anything?”

The lankey, sandy strawberry blond man nods and makes the gesture of swirling his finger in a half circle as if a billiard ball in pool is going down one of its four pockets—you call it ‘a gutter’ or ‘a gutterball’ which is much more fitting than the drinks original name. The drink consists of whiskey and pickle juice. You nod in confirmation and reciprocate the information to the bartender.

Trapped between Dustin and the counter, you turn to him finally. “You’re disgusting,” you shout with revulsion. “Making me kiss you with the taste of pickles on your tongue…”

He chuckles softly, expression sneered and heartwarming. His hands wander to your waist once more, pulling you ever closer and kissing you. It’s beyond your comprehension as to how you initially let his tongue rove the insides of your mouth; dancing with your own, sucking on teeth, and nibbling on your bottom lip to get a rise from you until making any sort of sound to fulfill him for a short while.

Captured in the moment, you conveniently bump into one of the few barstools. You sit up on it quickly, adjusting to the new height, but devouring the cheeky bastard of a man pressed to you between open legs still. Dustin’s hand hooks beneath the bend of your right knee yanking you toward him, keeping you secure against him while the other passes over a layer of purple ripped tights.

You squeeze him tightly between your legs and giggle into his touch. Fingers tiptoe covertly over your thigh and to the fastenings of your pants, the usual bells and whistles and Dustin knew them well. He’s quick to find the rest of the smooth skin covering your hip, once again poking and prodding them like he has been all fucking night. He dives further seeing just how far you’ll let him diverge tonight, to some avail you’re not wearing any—

You crane your head back, tilting it and giving him a crooked grin. “Are you surprised?” You ask with eyebrows slightly raised.

Dustin looks at you in utter disbelief, his once crinkled expression softens. The familiar look of appetency glitters in his eyes through its vibrant purple color. He’s eladed, also due to the fact he’ll have less work to riffle through. He smiles and shrugs before inching his way down even further. Usually you wouldn’t mind the setting you’re in, far worse has gone down, in the booths for example, but you have a sneaky suspicion this interaction in particular will escalate faster than you can think and you don’t want to share that with familiar faces.

You take hold of his wrist harshly as it’s the only way to truly get him to stop. He snaps his eyes at you in irritation. Dustin knows the rules and realizes they are now at play. He removes his hand from the front of your pants and grabs at your thigh again. You smile shortly and bat your eyes at him in thanks. You then nod your head in the direction of the other room. The sandy strawberry blond returns the favor in agreement. You toy with the front of his vest, loosening it, before a quick kiss on the cheek.

You each down a shot before you shove him out in front of you, both of your faces beat red and wasted. Dustin walks like something’s bothering him, you start giggling when you realize he has his hands covering his crotch to hide a hard on. You point and laugh loudly. He turns back and shoves you which causes you to double over in place. You wipe tears away and catch your breath. He walks on without hesitation.

In a matter of seconds you catch up and link arms. “I’m sorry, sweet boy…” you say, leading him to the basement. “You don’t have to be ashamed, I quite like the way your pants make you look when you’re like this: hot, bothered and cramped, begging for release.”

“Shut up…” he mumbles, one of the few things he is able to say.

I gasp aloud, “HE SPEAKS!!” you shout, shaking him in excitement. You cackle and drag him along behind you.

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Rushing down the stairs like a pair of drunken fools, tripping on some and tripping on each other in anticipation. Greedy stares and promiscuous looks of affection; yanking, pulling and whining when forcibly stopped in the cramped hallway just before the door in a hot needy kiss of tongues and primal teeth wishing to devour the other whole or to sit inside their warm, beaded skin.

He leads the way, your back pushing open the swinging door and it soon turned from the room. His hands are screwed to your hips; one eventually releases you from the confines of your blouse, the other inching down the reminisce of your sagging shorts till both are cupping your ass, yet only one stays in place. In seconds you make a switch of positions causing Dustin to trip on the armrest of the couch, taking you down with him when he falls back. It efficiently lands you in his lap just like the two of you wanted.

Dustin’s savage and heedful palms nip and rake over your thighs, further extending the rips of your tights. However, your attention is purely focused on the intricate details regarding the backs of his hands and fingers: the shitty tattooed points and lines on three to four of his digits on each hand, chipped black nail polish, and the stitching scar at the base of his left pointer finger. …Daydreams about the removal and reattachment of the finger and his fingers in general come to a standstill. Your eyes cling to Dustin’s.

You sense his sudden halting hesitation on where to start. He hasn't had this problem in a while; he is the type of guy who would much rather get down to the nitty gritty bits of teasing and torturing. The type of stuff that requires a safeword. —You smile to yourself, placing your hands on his chest and leaning down to demolish his lips in a kiss. Dustin chuckles as his hands glide over your waist and to your ass.

‘Confident as ever,’ you think to yourself with a scoff. He’s so selfish for needing a push and some attention, but you gladly give it to him anyways.

He’s on the move again… shifting beneath you and purposely jutting against your most sensitive parts causing you to pull back and suppress a low groan. With furrowed brows, you intently watch as he slowly starts to unbutton his trousers, which you can tell are beginning to become a bit too tight for comfort. Excitement fills your chest and knots ruin your lower abdomen. As soon as he senses your excitement he deliberately slows, drawing out the moment in anticipation. ‘Bastard.’

The sandy strawberry blond flashes a yellow toothed grin, biting his lip as his eye crinkle. You feign disapproval before partially sitting up on your knees to leave room for his hands on his pants; in doing so you use your own and work the remaining restraints of his vest you had loosened earlier, along with his striped button up.

Sweaty, fumbling hands finally free buckles and buttons from their shackles… Dustin sits up graciously to let you slip the layers off of his shoulders, once done, he shimmys off his pants with you still happily preoccupied in his lap. For a moment, the two of you stare between each other's eyes and feeble, numbing lips while conflicting thoughts occur due to each of your vulnerable and intertwining positions.

A desperate and dark need shines in his eyes as sweat glistens on his brow. You fight to suppress your own desires, but subconsciously rock against his hardening length slowly.

“Stop… moving.” He breathes through gritted teeth and partially sealed lips.

You hum in reply, smiling, finding his pleads adorable. “Move more,” you question with an arched brow slowly continuing the previous motion, the fabric of his boxers crinkling faintly. He wants to retaliate, but his own movements are somewhat limited and will only make things worse if he does.

You drag a hand down his stomach, over his thigh, and just barely ghost the length of the smothered muscle with your fingers. Dustin’s expression is extorted, almost in pain. He no longer tries to keep quiet; it causes you to exhale in surprise—your face flushing a bright, beating red. Your core tightens at the picture. Your fingers brim the edges of his underwear hooking along the band as you pull them down bit by bit, but not yet disposing of them.

Dustin whimpers with eyes tightly screwed shut, covering his mouth with a shaking hand. The other insufferably tangles between his hair, intensely watching you through hooded eyes. The heated tingling sensation in your cheeks, like a sweet piece of candy hitting your tongue, causes you to bring your bottom lip between your teeth to get rid of the feverish excitement. You shake away your hesitation, but remove your hands from his drawls anyways and rove over his bare chest until you find his hands.

You take his hands in yours and match palms momentarily. You extract yourself from your current position pulling him along somewhat, now standing between his open legs, virtually bare. You lean down just slightly and plant kisses about his face, in doing so you blindly guide his rough hands to the brim of your tights. Dustin sighs into your mouth and continues the action on his own, stripping you of your last piece of clothing.

In turn, you pull off and dispose of his own final garment. The viewing of it is nearly unseen, but he confidently pops out from behind the fabric and elastic band, now splayed out against his pelvis. —Your pupils magnify in size, lechery consuming them in heated exhaustion.

You take him in your hand and stroke him softly, straightening him out before you use your thumb to smear the precum over his tip. As you moil, you drink up the faces and noises he makes which further your arousal. You take a deep breath and return to his lap, somewhat straddling his lap between your legs.

Dustin’s hands find your waist, tugging you closer. Your breasts press against his chest now as you lean in to leave sloppy, tender kisses on his lips. He can’t help but groan against your mouth as he feels your arms wrap themselves around his neck, your fingers threading through his sweat-coated hair. You moan when his tongue presses against yours, returning your heated kisses with just as much passion.

“I’m so sorry I torture you…” you lull, looking at him through hooded eyes, hot breath against his skin.

You're unable to finish your train of thought now that Dustin has wrapped his lips around your right breast, a hand massaging the other one. You furrow your eyebrows in dismay watching, though you throw your head back in ecstasy, biting down on your lip and raising a hand to hold him there for however much longer.

You obliviously begin to move your hips against his lower stomach again, legs halfway wound about him and inching him closer in your entanglement whilst his length threatens your entrance. You shudder in delight before releasing a soft, undoing moan.

He watches your sudden movements intensely, grey eyes flutter before looking back to yours as he suddenly comes to a slowing stop upon your flesh, unable to take it anymore. His grip on you is harsh and controlling for only a moment as he adjusts so his length is properly aligned with you.

In the passing moments, you play with Dustin’s hair, leaving kisses on his temples and forehead as he reassesses. He then looks you in the eyes, you nod shortly before kissing him on the side of the mouth. It’s all the confirmation he needs.

A dizzy and toothy grin tugs at Dustin’s sheen features. He takes a second to burn your most current position in his mind along with the last few of your expressions before gently swaying you atop of him and then himself in you. Your nails dig into the skin of Dustin’s shoulders, hot tears threatening the ducts of your eyes; he is so absolutely filling. …You sigh, foreheads resting against one another's while shaky and obscene noises fill the dusty room.

For a moment he lets the two of you sit there, inside of you now; as he wants to make sure you are used to any and all feelings before starting. You sigh, moving your hips against his momentarily when feeling your walls clench incessantly. You curse under your breath and stifle a moan.

“Just..start slow please.”

Dustin nods his head in understanding, whimpering over the feel of your hips lifting which causes him to move his own against yours. The high is almost too unbearable to chase and because of the excitement it’s even harder. He twitches harshly before releasing a puff of hot air. The sandy strawberry blond draws his hips back before pressing forward once more, burying himself in you completely.

A broken yelp leaves you, your body straightening and going completely lax and arching in the same second. You hold him closely as he moves in and out at a steady, merciful pace that causes you to almost drool. The motion repeats a number of times until your stomach is ruined by knots once again.

“Fuck…” The round orbs in your skull roll back as you mewl softly in his ear while your head rests against his shoulder.

His warm tongue swipes and drags across your sweat covered skin. Never can he leave his tongue in his mouth for too long, always needing a taste of you somehow—a guttural whine leaves you in doing so.

In the midst of the reactions that follow, he wipes his hair out of his face and takes a moment to watch you ride his dick like your life depends on it. He brings his left hand to the side of your face, brushing the pad of his thumb over your numbing lips. They part and he sinks the digit inside your mouth till it’s pressed against teeth: imprinting the shape of your back ones on it; your cheek: lightly stretching and pulling at the flesh; and tongue, where it remains the longest: fingernail gingerly piercing the muscle. Your mouth closes down around it in a moan.

He removes it, all neatly covered in your glistening saliva, still assessing your teeth behind pursed lips as you shoot him a red faced glare.

You bounce and jut delicately, suddenly feeling him in an untouched spot you didn’t know you needed him to be at before; you curl your toes till they’re on the brink of cramping as you pick up the pace of how much each of you utterly ruin the other with scent and sex. Dustin lays his head back almost exhausted by the tension, panting and groaning with distortion. ‘A fucking mess.’

“Heh- faster… in that same damned spot” You staggeredly say. Dustin does as you say, heavily lathering your insides in that single spot. Your eyes widen and you gasp loudly at the newfound angle; you can feel him inching closer to the bottom of your abdomen. You swallow him in a kiss since his lips are the closest thing in proximity.

Dustin is an absolute slut for praise… His pace quickens as you further encourage him with every noise and pricking hot touch; his stiff member deep within you, twitching uncontrollably every other beat. The nagging of your contractions around him drag him through a slurry of thoughts and feelings, dazed and disoriented; focused on one thing and one thing only: fucking your brains out till his own are on the brink of splurging and covering the walls in small, bloody chunks.

To a point he becomes sloppy once his outburst of emotions become louder with each time he completely buries himself in your squelching wet pussy, each soul sucking stroke and drawback sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He needs to hold you, ravage you, taste you; he quickly removes himself from your lips and sucks on your collar bones and the hollow of your throat before returning to tug and suck your bottom lip till it’s plump and smeared with small amounts of blood.

You sense his undoing and you certainly feel yours approaching. Your core swallows and sucks him harshly, and with seconds turning to minutes each thrust becomes even more labored and sloppy, yet they remain fast paced as if somehow pulling him deeper. His tip just barely penetrates your cervix fully and you can feel him there every time you place a hand on your stomach. You become a wet, sultry mess due to the fact which exhibits your pleasure even more as your body swells and radiates heat and lust.

Dustin can read it in your eyes that you're dangerously close hence the way he curses incoherently beneath his breath. His palms return their assault on your thighs; squeezing and pinching the fiery and perspiring skin he tempts with rough palms and semi-sharp fingernails. He pushes your knees farther apart putting you in an uncomfortable position. He chuckles as your pussy is on full display just there in his lap, dick inside of you.

His gaze travels up and to your breasts, nipples harden under his touch as he swipes a thumb through his mouth, wetting it and smearing it over the soft flesh of each point. The pad then blindly travels down and spirals against your clit for a long moment; he then watches your face cripple in defeat.

With lasting thrusts, your core seems to open up to him completely. Your bare front arches against his own and your release swirls around him. A splintered scream leaves you. Dustin remains and pumps slowly until his own release mixes with your own. You shutter and chase the high as you hold him closely to you as he continues to move steadily. Your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel him stop and softly collapse against the back of the couch. You let out a gagged and breathy moan, a few more follow, as you continue to clench around him tenderly.

You collapse beside him on the couch, grabbing one of the pillows and holding it against your chest as you regain yourself. You shut your eyes softly and take a deep, stuttering breath.

“Fuck you,” you say sweetly with a smile. Dustin chuckles deeply; you lift your head to see him shake his own.

In a raspy tone he replies, “I’m flattered you think of me so often…”

You hit him harshly with the pillow before laughing hysterically.

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final thoughts: i have no idea how to write or properly punctualize (??) so if this sucked ass and was hard to read i apologize🧍‍♀️ i sometimes have a really hard time reading in general so that’s why there is an excessive amount of detail with particular things because that is how my brain is able to physically see what is going on😃👍