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Danti smut in the year of our lord 2025??? Say it ain’t so! I thought I had read all of it and it was extinct!!! Praise be!!!!!

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Kinktober 2024 Day 24

Lingerie - Danti

Dark rubbed his chin in thought as he read over an email, debating on how best to reply to it. He wanted to stay formal, yet this person was testing his last nerve regarding payment, and it was so tempting to surrender the final warning and send someone out to ‘take care of it’. However, that would be a more complicated mess to handle, and he just wanted this done and over with.

“Darky~” Anti’s voice got Dark to look away from his computer. His brows went up when he saw his partner wearing a black silk robe that was short enough to show that whatever was underneath either wasn’t there or little enough to be hidden by the already small amount of cloth on his body. He did see some sheer fabric on Anti’s legs, giving him a fairly big hint. “How much longer are you going to be working?” Anti added a bit of a pout to his voice as he started making his way to and around Dark’s desk, hands playing with the belt of his robe. “It’s starting to get so lonely in the bedroom.” 

“Is it?” Dark asked with a hum, pushing his chair back so Anti could stand between him and the desk. 

“So lonely and cold.” Anti untied the belt so his hands were the only thing keeping the robe together. 

“Cold? Do you need some help warming up?” Dark usually wasn’t one to give up his workday so easily, but he had to admit that he was curious about what was under that robe. Anti had a habit of buying some…surprises for the two of them. 

“Would you help me? I’m sure you could find a way to keep me nice and warm.” Anti shrugged the robe off his shoulders before letting it fall to the ground, fully revealing the brand-new lingerie set. 

The top went just past his chest and was see-through, aside from the black straps on his shoulders and the flower-patterned lace along the bottom. Two x’s made of black, skin-friendly tape covered his nipples. Looking down further was a pair of black panties just barely covering him, as a thin strap went around his hips and another went up toward his waist. Finally, were those sheer stockings Dark had already spotted. And now he saw the same flower lace were the straps keeping those stockings up. 

“You can touch, Darky.” Anti chuckled, reaching over to take hold of Dark’s hands and placing them on his hips. He grinned when Dark took no time and slipped his fingers under the straps of the panties. “You like?” 

“Very much.” Dark hummed, thumbs rubbing in small circles. 

“Good. It’s one of my favorites from the collection I bought.” 

“The collection?”

“You’ll get to see them all eventually. But let’s focus on what’s happening now. I’m still oh-so cold.” Anti took a step closer to Dark, guiding his hands to go further around his body, allowing Dark to feel the lack of fabric back there. 

“It would be difficult to focus on anything but you right now, dove.” Dark grinned, hands squeezing Anti’s ass, and then he paused when his fingers brushed against something hard. “Now, why am I not surprised?” 

“I want to get warm quickly.” Anti faked innocence in his voice, even adding a hint of a pout with his lower lip.

“Your impatience is showing.” Dark teased.

“Like it never is,” Anti added to that point by bending over and working on undoing Dark’s belt and pants. “And yours shows in its own fun way.” He returned the tease as he rubbed his palm against the already-growing bulge hiding behind Dark’s boxers. 

“Fair point.” Dark softly clicked his tongue before taking a hand and placing it on the back of Anti’s head, pulling him into a kiss. Anti turned the kiss into a hungrier, messier one almost right away, nipping at Dark’s lips and letting out a heavy breath of approval when Dark did the same to him. He hooked his fingers into the bands of Dark’s clothing and tugged, pulling them down just enough to be able to fish out his cock. 

“We can save patience for later,” Anti commented casually despite his hand slowly working until he was fully hard. Dark’s breathing got heavier, fingers lacing through Anti’s hair, and he grunted lightly in protest when the hand was suddenly taken away. “Turn that grunt into a growl, and then I might be a little more worried.” 

“Anti,” Dark said the name as a warning. 

“Close enough.” Anti chuckled, opening one of the drawers of Dark’s desk and pulling out a bottle of lube.

“I didn’t put that in there,” Dark stated with a raise of his brow.  

“I did. Snuck in during your lunch break.” 

“You’ve planned this since lunch?” 

“Planned it before that.” Anti tucked the bottle into the middle of his sheer top before crawling into Dark’s lap, knowing he was going to have to plant his feet firmly on the ground to prevent them from rolling away. 

“I guess you can be patient sometimes,” Dark commented, his hands on Anti’s waist. 

“When it comes to things that I want. I can be.” Anti rested a hand on Dark’s shoulder as he reached around himself with the other. “But I used that all up. If it wasn’t obvious by now.” He suddenly took in a sharp breath, and he cursed under his breath, the plug now in his hand. “Here’s hoping no one walks in.” Anti giggled, dropping the plug to the floor. 

“They know better.” Dark watched as Anti pulled the bottle of lube out of his top and popped it open, pouring some onto his palm and began stroking him again. There wasn’t much time to get to enjoy the touch before it was already gone. Anti then adjusted his panties, holding them to the side so they were out of the way. Dark had a moment of thinking about getting Anti to remove them. To make this a little easier. But he also had to admit he got a bit of a kick out of himself being fully dressed and Anti wearing his lingerie. Knowing Anti, this was going to be more than just one round in his chair, so they could worry about their clothing later. He also forgot about his thoughts on their clothes when Anti lined himself up and started to slowly sink down. 

“This is so worth the wait.” Anti nearly purred, giving himself a second to soak in that full feeling. 

“If we’re going to sit and wait, I can get back to my-” Dark didn’t get to finish his ‘threat’ before Anti was kissing him and rolling his hips.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Anti spoke against Dark’s lips. 

“Then are we moving?” Dark had that grin on his face, and it dug right in just how he wanted it since Anti’s response was to kiss him again. Anti braced himself on Dark’s shoulders and started rocking his body more, groaning into the kiss. Dark moved them closer to the desk, pressing his legs against the inside of it to keep them somewhat steady on the chair as he gripped Anti’s waist and helped him move. 

“Fuck~” Anti fully moaned, hands clutching at Dark’s blazer and bunching it into his palms. They found a fast pace fairly quickly, and Anti was more than done with being patient. “H-Harder.” He demanded, feeling the soft tearing of fabric as he slammed himself down on Dark’s cock, getting a string of lewd noises to come out of him. 

Everyone had questioned why Dark insisted on his office getting soundproofed as well, and right now, he was experiencing the reason for that choice. A reason Dark was more than willing to chase after, as his own fingers pressed into Anti’s thighs and ass, likely to leave some bruising behind with how much pressure he added to help pull Anti down into each buck of his hips. There was a creaking sound that soon turned into a sharp crack, and the chair abruptly changed its angle. Dark was going to check why it happened, but the shift got a brand new moan from Anti.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please.” Anti panted, and who was Dark to tell him no? He even said please. Dark went back to chasing after those sounds and his own pleasure as he watched Anti throw his head back to groan nice and loud as his rhythm started faltering.

“Go on, dove. I know what you want to do.” Dark was getting close himself and wanted to see Anti come undone first. 

“D-Darky. I’m…oh, fuck~” Anti managed a few more quick inhales before moaning loudly and cumming inside of the panties. Something about the sight of Anti finishing always sent a shiver of pleasure through Dark, and it wasn’t too much longer before he pulled Anti down one more time and was cumming as well, rolling his hips to ride out that high a little longer. 

“How are you feeling?” Dark asked after they took a second to catch their breath.

“So good~” Anti giggled and made a confused sound when he saw something on the floor. “Is that a wheel?”

“I think we broke the chair.” 

“Whoops.” 

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Handcuffs and Sass

I was asked for some Yanois with handcuffed Yancy Enjoy~

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Handcuffs and Sass

Illinois was getting everything tidied for the night, already dressed in his sleepwear of some loose-fitting sweatpants while he did his final check that all of his gear was where it was supposed to be. After making sure his whip was taken care of, Illinois went over to the bedside table and was going to get his phone, about to text Yancy to ask where he was since it was much later than when he usually came to the room for the night but changed his mind when the door opened, and he saw him. 

“Evening, treasure.” Illinois greeted with a chuckle. 

“Hey.” Yancy’s tone was one that Illinois recognized he used when he was debating whether to ask for something. 

“What are you thinking about?” Illinois watched as Yancy tossed something onto the bed.

A pair of handcuffs. 

“I wanna try something.” Yancy cleared his throat. 

“Tell me what you want.” Illinois prompted, picking up the handcuffs to look them over. He noticed they weren’t normal handcuffs and had a soft lining on the inside. Illinois did note that the lining was a very familiar pink. 

“Handcuff me to the bed.” Yancy blurted out, and that got Illinois to smirk as he walked around the bed. He stood in front of Yancy and placed a hand on his cheek before pulling him into a kiss. 

“Shirt off, lie down on your back, and I’ll give you exactly what you want~” Illinois spoke against Yancy’s lips. 

Yancy blinked once before moving, slipping his shirt off and just letting it fall to the ground as he crawled onto the bed. He didn’t even know why he was worried about Illinois reacting negatively to his request. Hell, with the way he got with his whip sometimes, Yancy was shocked he was the one to bring up handcuffs first. 

Illinois tucked the handcuffs into the waist of his pants and then took some pillows to prop under Yancy’s back, putting him at the perfect angle for the ideas that were running through his head. 

“Comfortable?” Illinois asked and got a nod in response. He then got on the bed as well, straddling Yancy’s hips and pulling the handcuffs back out. Illinois clicked one of the cuffs around Yancy’s wrist and gave it a wiggle. “Too tight?” 

“Nope.” Yancy could feel his heart racing as he watched Illinois work. How calm and calculated he was being just made him want to forget the handcuffs for a moment and kiss him until they both ran out of air. He tilted his head to see how Illinois gave a tug on the bars of the headboard. They were fairly thick and sturdy. Yancy held up both arms when Illinois guided him to, looping the cuffs through the bar and then clicking the other cuff into place. 

“How does this feel?” Illinois trailed his fingers down Yancy’s arms, watching his skin lightly twitch from the delicate touch. 

“Good.” Yancy breathed out as that touch now went across his chest and down his stomach. 

“Do you remember the colors?” Illinois asked, moving his hands to rest them on the bed as he adjusted himself to be between Yancy’s legs.

“Yeah.” Yancy waited for Illinois to continue, but saw that he just looked at him. “Oh! Uh-green is go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop.” 

“Good boy.” The praise got Yancy’s next breath to come out a bit shaky. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” Illinois played into the fun discovery they had made a while ago, and the way Yancy reacted every time was just too good to resist. 

“I-I am.” Yancy finally got out after a thick swallow. 

“Yes, you are.” Illinois dipped his head and kissed across Yancy’s jaw until he reached his ear. His hands went down to squeeze Yancy’s thighs as he gently nipped at the lobe and heard the clinking of the handcuff chain as he squirmed. 

“Illy, I’m gonna die if I don’t get these pants off,” Yancy complained as he rocked his hips. 

“Oh? Are they feeling tight?” Illinois asked with a hum in his voice, slipping his hand away from the thigh to press his palm against the growing bulge between Yancy’s legs. “I bet you need a little more space right here, don’t you?” He started rubbing his hand, and the whimper that came out of Yancy nearly had him forgetting that he wanted to take his time. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Yancy tried to pull his arms down, and the resistance got him to stop. He was beginning to understand more and more why these things were so popular. 

“And we’ve barely even started.” Illinois chuckled, deciding to be nice, and began removing the rest of Yancy’s clothing, casually tossing them off the bed. Yancy groaned in relief and chewed on his lower lip when Illinois dragged his tongue across his collarbone. 

“I’ve been good?” Yancy blurted out, just wanting to hear it again. Wanted to hear Illinois confirm it again.  

“You have been, treasure. You’ve earned this fun.” Illinois reached over to the bedside table to grab a bottle of lube. “And now, I want to hear that enchanting voice of yours fill the room.” He put some lube on his palm and kept the bottle close as his lips found Yancy’s neck, and his hand went around his cock. 

“Shit.” Yancy cursed with his inhale. 

“Almost there. I know you can sing better for me than that.” Illinois scraped his teeth against the skin as he started slowly moving his hand, wanting Yancy to feel every bit of movement. 

“Illinois~” Yancy groaned this time. 

“Much better. Good boy. You always sound so lovely for me. Such a perfect voice.” Illinois kissed and nipped at Yancy’s neck between each phrase. Yancy tried his best, but the attention to his cock, and the words were too much to fight against and he moaned much louder than he wanted. 

“Damn.” Yancy was definitely not going to give these handcuffs back. He truly couldn’t tell if everything felt better because this was new for him and Illinois, or if he was really into the cuffs. Probably some of both. “Oh, oh~” Yancy moaned again and bucked his hips when Illinois’ hand started moving faster, adding more pressure in the right spots. He was adding that Illinois knew what he was doing to the list of reasons that made this better. “Illy, Illy ya gonna make-fuck.” He didn’t get to finish his attempt at a warning before he was digging his heels into the bed and cumming on Illinois’ hand. 

“You’re all nice and relaxed for me now.” Illinois chuckled, leaning away to look at his work so far. The new markings on Yancy’s neck and top of his chest, a collection that would last maybe a day or two. Not being fully human had plenty of perks, but he did kind of wish the markings lasted a little longer. Oh well, it was also an excuse to add more later. 

“Yous gonna finish taking ya clothes off?” Yancy asked with a grin. 

“Are you trying to boss me around while handcuffed to the bed?” Illinois asked back with a playful raise of his eyebrow. 

“Yeah.” Yancy was unable to stop the soft laugh that came out. 

“I’ll have to remember that the next time we play.” The smirk on Illinois’ face had Yancy swallowing and wishing future him luck. “But, right now, I’m being nice.” He winked as he moved himself away enough to be able to kick off his sweatpants, not having anything on underneath, so he was now as bare as Yancy. “Happy?”

“Very.” Yancy had no shame in looking down at Illinois’ body. 

“You’re giving me ideas to test out later,” Illinois said as he got the lube bottle again, popping it open and coating his fingers.  

“Ya still being nice, right?” Yancy asked, spreading his legs some more as Illinois slipped his hand between them.

“Of course~” Illinois hummed, rubbing two fingers against Yancy. “I am a man of my word.” He then caught Yancy in a kiss as he pushed both fingers in. Yancy gasped into the kiss, and the soft creaking above him had him curious for a second if he was strong enough to break the bedframe that was made from a very sturdy wood he could not remember the name of, even without the fingers inside him. 

“Illinois-” Yancy grunted.

“I’m not going to tease you, I promise.” Illinois didn’t need the rest of the sentence to know what Yancy wanted. “I know you like things bigger.” He dropped his tone as he worked his fingers, using his words to help Yancy be a bit more patient. Illinois wanted a little more time just enjoying the sounds of Yancy’s pleasure before getting distracted by his own. “You are so strong that I could fuck you dry, but I don’t want to do that. You deserve to be given so much better. You deserve to be laid out like the prince you are. Treated like royalty as I take you apart piece-by-piece until your legs are numb and all you can do is smile and use me as a pillow.” 

“Illinois, Illinois, please.” Yancy had a love-hate relationship with how easily Illinois could get him worked up like this. 

“Oh, treasure, you beg as good as you sing.” Illinois kissed Yancy’s forehead, pulling his hand out and kissing away the sound of protest. “Give me just a moment.” He fetched the lube again, pouring more onto his palm and breathing through his teeth as he coated his cock with it. One of these days, he was going to spend too long playing with Yancy that he’d get himself to the point of cumming from this alone and that would be an interesting day. Thankfully, that hadn’t happened…yet. 

“Illy.” Yancy tried to pull Illinois closer with his legs. Illinois chuckled and lifted Yancy’s legs so they could properly wrap around his waist. 

“I have to admit that you look so irresistible like this~” Illinois nearly had a purr in his voice, bracing a hand on Yancy’s shoulder and using the other to line up. Yancy bit his lip to stop the sound that tried to escape, a muffled groan taking its place as Illinois started slowly rolling his hips. “Now, we can’t have that.” Illinois clicked his tongue and held Yancy’s chin, using his thumb to free his lip. “I want to hear everything nice and clear. Don’t hold back on me. You have a voice that would make a siren envious. Let me hear it.” 

“Fast-Faster.” Yancy panted out. 

“Already?” Illinois was lifting Yancy’s legs again, bringing them up toward his shoulders this time. 

“Don’t hold back on me.” Yancy echoed the words with the cheekiest look on his face. 

“That mouth of yours is one of my favorite things about you.” Illinois leaned over, bending Yancy’s legs so his knees got close to the sides of his chest. Not giving Yancy a chance to respond, he started thrusting nice and hard, finding that fun rhythm he knew they both loved. 

“Fuck~!” Yancy dug his nails into his palms, now thinking that he possibly could break the cuff’s chain before the headboard caved. “Holy shit! Yes, yes! Illy, don’t stop. Don’t stop! There, right there, right there!” Illinois knew he was doing a good job since Yancy was unable to stop himself from rambling about anything and everything that could come to mind. Curious about what else he could get out of Yancy if he couldn’t say words, he caught him in a kiss, gripped his waist, and shifted the angle, getting a full whine that had Illinois groaning as well. 

“Damn, treasure, I’m not going to last long if you keep sounding like that.” 

“Then…ya better…fill me up.” Yancy managed to get out between his light gasps for air, each thrust forcing him to exhale. 

“Oh, I will.” Illinois knew he was likely going to leave behind some other bruises on Yancy’s skin with how tight his hold was now. 

He pressed a quick kiss to Yancy’s shoulder before suddenly sinking his teeth into the skin, earning a loud moan and a sharp creak of the headboard. Illinois’ eyes closed as he groaned, cumming and managing to keep his hips going through that blissful high. He slipped a hand between them when his thrusts weakened, and he started stroking Yancy again, forehead resting on his shoulder. Illinois didn’t have to wait long before there was another creak, a curse that was more of a moan than a word, and Yancy was cumming on his hand again, clenching around him in a way that got him to shiver. There was a pause as they both caught their breath, Illinois kissing the spot he had bitten in apology before finally straightening up to look down at Yancy.

“Doing good?” Illinois asked, lowering Yancy’s legs and shifting to slowly pull out, getting both of them to groan at the feeling. 

“Yeah.” Yancy softly hummed as Illinois reached up and pressed on the clasps to free his wrists. “Ah, shit.” 

“I’m shocked you didn’t break the bed.” Illinois teased as he rubbed some of the soreness out of Yancy’s arms. 

“Maybe next time,” Yancy chuckled. “Also, I can still feel my legs.” 

“Are you trying not to be able to walk tomorrow?” Illinois had a playful warning in his voice. 

“Maybe~” 

“I think I can do that.” 

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Kinktober 2024 Day 23

Morning Sex - Madmare

Mad woke with a soft sound, nuzzling into the warmth beneath him. He opened his eyes and smiled when he found himself on top of Mare, who was still asleep. Mad grunted a little as he straightened his arms and moved up so he was hovering over Mare’s face. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he gently traced his fingers along Mare’s jaw, then down his neck, and was running his thumb against his collarbone when he heard a soft chuckle. 

“Good morning, starlight.” Mare greeted, voice a bit raspy from sleep. 

“Hi.” Mad’s eyes shifted from purple to orange, embarrassed at getting caught.

“You’re a little touchy.” Mare teased, cupping his hand against Mad’s face and watching how his body relaxed.

“You just look so…cute when you’re asleep,” Mad explained. 

“Do I?” Mare asked with a grin. “And you always look cute.” 

“No.” Mad turned his face to hide it in Mare’s palm. 

“There’s no denying it~” Mare playfully sang, pulling Mad closer to kiss his cheek. “You’re adorable~” He sang some more and kissed his cheek again when he saw a blush forming. 

“I’m not.” Mad squirmed like he was trying to escape, but didn’t make any actual effort to move away. 

“What if I call you stunning instead?” Mare offered, dipping his head to now kiss Mad’s neck. “My radiant starlight?” 

“M-Mare.” Mad let out a heavy breath as Mare nipped at his skin, hands slowly traveling down his sides and then resting on his ass. The blanket fell off them by that point and exposed their bare bodies.  

“My alluring little fox.” Mare moved his head to press his lips to Mad’s ear, whispering his words. “My captivating, darling, Madrick~”  

“Mare.” Mad’s fingers dug into Mare’s shoulders. 

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.” 

“I can do that.” Mare used a hand to guide Mad to turn his head and leaned into a kiss. His other hand stayed on Mad’s ass and squeezed it, getting him to lightly gasp and allow Mare to deepen the kiss even more. Mad melted easily into the stronger kiss and tugged on Mare’s shoulders in a silent request. Mare chuckled against Mad’s lips, knowing exactly what he wanted, and flipped them over, slotting himself between his legs. 

“Better?” Mare asked with another chuckle. 

Mad only hummed happily and pulled Mare into another kiss, fingers moving to run through his hair. Without the blanket, Mad felt a little cold and decided that Mare’s body would be a perfect replacement, the kisses being a big bonus as well. Mare, on the other hand, didn’t get cold that often and was more than willing to be Mad’s heater as they had their morning makeout. He had to admit that he started to have his hands wander to add some more heat to these kisses. 

“Mare~” Mad panted out as Mare’s fingers traced his hips and lower stomach.

“Yes?” Mare asked, faking innocence in his voice while his hands started caressing Mad’s thighs. 

“Can we…can we do more?” Mad chewed on his lower lip as his own hands went to Mare’s chest, sliding down a bit before pausing. 

“Would you like to do more?” Mare asked, placing a hand on top of Mad’s. 

“Is it too early?” Mad asked softly.  

“Far from it.” Mare drummed his fingers to help encourage Mad to keep going. 

“Okay.” Mad moved his hands again, traveling them down to feel Mare’s stomach, back to his chest, and then trailing them across his shoulders and down his arms. He got a little distracted looking at Mare’s arms, fingers tracing the patterns of his tattoos. Mare always adored the look in Mad’s eyes when he was studying something, especially the calm, soothing studying that was exploring the feeling of something. 

“Oh, how I love you.” Mare half-sang, kissing Mad’s neck and finding one of his favorite spots to leave behind a mark. Easy to cover with a shirt, yet it would sometimes peek out as Mad moved about. Most wouldn’t notice, but Mare saw it every time and felt a rush of pride, knowing he caused that mark.

“Love you, too.” Mad’s words had Mare craving to do so much more, although Mad did have a point about it being early. But they were still going to have some fun. 

“I also love all of your sounds when I make you feel good.” Mare slipped a hand between himself and Mad. He skipped some of his usual teasing and wrapped his fingers around Mad’s cock, smirking at how that got him to gasp, groan and roll his hips in that order. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” Mad chanted his plea as he held Mare’s wrist. 

“Of course, starlight.” Mare’s hand hadn’t stopped moving, and he watched the pleasure show on Mad’s face. Such an addictive sight to see. 

“I want to-” Mad couldn’t get the rest of his words out as a soft moan took over. What he wanted did become clear when his own hand wrapped around Mare’s cock.

“Good boy.” Mare praised. “Match my pace.” He added and kissed Mad, playfully nipping at his lip in approval at him following the direction. “Just like that. You’re doing perfectly.” 

“Mare…faster.” Mad had such an adorable flush on his face that Mare couldn't say no. Mare knew how Mad liked it and found the rhythm that got Mad to moan nice and low in his throat. He was going to comment on Mad being sensitive in the morning, but, to be honest, Mad was always sensitive, and Mare wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Keep matching me,” Mare instructed with a heavier breath. 

“Match-Matching you.” Mad placed a hand on the back of Mare’s neck and pressed their foreheads together, closing his eyes, and he tried to keep some focus. 

“There you go, you got it. You’re doing so well,” Mare said between kisses and groans. 

“Mare…M-Mare, I’m-I’m gonna-” Mad started squirming and opened his eyes just enough to see Mare’s face. 

“Go on, make a mess on us. And if you keep going how you are, I’ll be joining you soon.” Mare gave Mad a look that always got a flutter in his chest and stomach. 

“Shit~” Mad gripped at Mare’s hair, tugging on it as he arched toward him and was cumming on his hand with another moan. 

“Keep going.” Mare tucked his face into the crook of Mad’s neck. Mad nodded as he did his best to maintain the speed of his hand while Mare worked him through his high. “A little…more.” Mare panted, and soon he was groaning while cumming, adding to the mess, and Mad’s face got warmer at that sound. There was a pause as they both caught their breath and eventually, Mare moved and pressed a kiss to Mad’s forehead. “A very fun start to the day.” 

“Very.” Mad echoed his agreement, shifting up and catching Mare in one more kiss. 

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Kinktober 2024 Day 22

Phone Sex - Danti (Corporate!AU)

(Thank you @damnthelust for letting me steal from this AU XD)

Anti softly sang as he stepped into Dark’s office, closing and locking the door behind him so he could be left alone. He even closed the little curtain on the window so he couldn’t be seen at all. There was also a temptation to pull out the ‘do not disturb’ sign, but everyone knew Dark was out and there was no need. 

With a big grin and giggle, Anti plopped himself down into Dark’s chair and propped his feet on his desk. Were the chairs that Anti and Dark had practically the same, besides Anti’s having wheels and Dark’s having more padding on the lower back? Yes. But that didn’t stop Anti from finding Dark’s chair much more comfortable than his own. The chair could literally be pure metal and rusted beyond repair, and Anti would still like it as long as it belonged to Dark. 

“Who the hell is calling?” Anti grumbled when Dark’s desk phone went off, and he was more than ready to fight whoever interrupted his break time. “Oh!” He perked up when he recognized the number on the screen and put the call on speaker. “Hey, Darky~” 

“Now, how did I know you’d be in my office?” Dark’s voice chuckled. 

“It is my break, and I wanted to be somewhere comfortable.” 

“So that means you’re in my chair.”

“Maybe~” Anti sang his answer. 

“Are you wearing that shirt I bought you the other day?” 

“Why, Mr. Darkiplier, is it appropriate to ask your secretary what they’re wearing?” Anti played up his tone, practically making his grin audible. 

“I think it’s appropriate to ask my partner if he likes the gift I got him.” 

“I guess that’s a fair point, and yes, he does like the gift.” 

“Good. The buttons don’t get stuck, right? I recall that tended to be your biggest complaint regarding those kinds of shirts.” Dark waited as Anti just made a sound in confirmation. “You should test them out, see how well they come apart.” 

“Oh~? It sounds like someone’s meeting went really well.” Anti giggled and was more than happy to join in on the game, casually undoing the buttons of his shirt and untucking it. 

“That it did. I’ll fill you in after I get back.” 

“I bet there’s more than one way you want to fill me.” 

“There’s a chance.” Dark chuckled. “How about we get you all warmed up?” 

“While you’re in the car, Darky?” Anti said as if he wasn’t already adjusting in the chair to follow some fun instructions. He did his job, yes, yet there were plenty of times he could be a little shit when it came to doing as he was directly told. But if this was going to be what he was more than sure it was going to be, he’d happily be a good boy for once. 

“The driver won’t hear, and you’ll be the one doing most of the work,” Dark said as a soft buzzing-like sound came from his end, telling Anti he had put up the glass between the back seat and the driver. They knew from…experience that the glass was fairly soundproof. 

“Well then, sir, tell me what to do~” Anti glanced at the door to double-check that he had locked it. 

“Have you already opened your shirt?” 

“Yes.” 

“Do the same with your pants.”

“Right to the point.” 

“A bit.” Dark hummed, and Anti giggled a bit as he popped open the button to his pants and unzipped them. “Go ahead and slip those off. Leave yourself in your new shirt.” 

“Yes, sir.” Anti kicked off his pants and underwear in record time. 

“Now, take your hands and squeeze your chest. Do it just how I like to.” 

“I need bigger hands for that.”

“You got this,” Dark said while Anti placed his hands on his chest and started a slow, rhythmic kneading. The same way Anti knew Dark always did when he was behind him. And that thought, the memory of how good Dark treated him every time they were like that, got Anti to shiver and let out a heavier breath. 

“How did I know that would work?” Dark mused with a chuckle.

“Dark,” Anti grunted.

“I know you’re not the most patient. I’m not that far away. How about we get to something more enjoyable?” 

“Want me nice and relaxed for you~?” 

“Yes, I do. And now, I want you to keep one hand on your chest, keep it moving, and then trail the other down your body.” Dark instructed. “Don’t touch yourself yet.” 

“Why not?” Anti asked with a whine, fingers stopping short of where he wanted them to be. 

“I want you to ask.” 

“Really?”

“We both know you know how to, dove. I want to hear those lovely words. Let my imagination have something to delve into since I can’t use my own hands just yet.” Anti could hear the smirk on Dark’s face. 

“Fine. Can I touch myself?” 

“Try again.”

“But-”

“Anti.” 

“Shit.” Anti breathed out when Dark used that tone that itched the good part of his brain. He was going to need more of that tone whispered into his ear later. “Please, sir, can I touch myself?” 

“Good boy.” Dark’s praise also itched the good part and got Anti to chew on his lip to hold back a sound. “You can have your fun now. Start nice and slow, and this time, make sure I can hear everything. Don’t hold back on me.” 

“Oh, Darky~!” Anti might have exaggerated the moan a little when he finally started stroking himself, fingers wrapped around his cock and moving just how he liked it. Although he was going slower than he usually would when jerking off.  

“Keep going. And you’re going to keep going slow until I hear a real moan from you.” Dark’s comment got Anti to huff, and he closed his eyes as he kept that now torturously slow pace. The temptation to go faster was there, but he knew Dark could tell if he did that. And he was trying to be good since he knew Dark would be worked up by the time he got to his office, and Anti didn’t feel like getting his ‘brat handling’ treatment during his break. That was for home. “Dark~” That moan came out after he brushed his thumb against his nipple. 

“There you go. You can go faster now.” The moment Dark gave permission, Anti went all out. 

“Fuck.” Anti panted, arching up into his hand and not holding back. 

“You always sound so lovely when you pleasure yourself. I should listen to this more often.” Dark’s voice was a bit deeper than it naturally already was, and that told Anti he was really enjoying his show. 

“Dark, shit, Dark, I’m going to cum.” Anti whined his warning, wanting every bit of this to get Dark as riled up as possible. He was more than happy with having to call it an early day by the time Dark was done with him. 

“Go on, dove. Let me hear you sing.” 

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck~!” Anti gasped as he made a mess on his hand, feeling extra good at the realization that he was cumming in Dark’s chair. 

“Good boy,” Dark repeated his phrase, and Anti just chuckled as he caught his breath. 

“Are you here?” Anti asked when he heard the sound of a car door closing. 

“I am,” Dark confirmed. “Now, I want you on all fours on the couch. Keep the shirt on, and let me have a full view of my reward for sealing this newest contract.” 

“Yes, sir!”

[iamfruitie]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Bonus Pt4

This takes place right after chapter 4 (link) of Superheros Need Magicians Aka; the aftermath of Dark and Anti's date

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Anti blinked when he was suddenly in a new place, finding himself on a bed, and a quick look around clued him in on where he was pretty easily. He chuckled even as Dark appeared above him in the next breath.

“Fucking finally~” Anti grabbed the front of Dark’s shirt and yanked him down into a kiss. He was more than eager with it, nipping at Dark’s lower lip and groaning when he got what he wanted.

The kiss started to match the energy they shared before their date, before the confession. It was messy and sharp, with more teeth and tongue than lips. Anti’s hands went to the back of Dark’s head, running his fingers through his hair as he felt his lungs beginning to protest for air, yet he didn’t care and just wanted more and more and more of the taste of Dark. But Dark suddenly pulled away, and Anti took that as a cue to get out of his clothes. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and untucked it, but didn’t get to do much else before Dark grabbed his hands and pinned them to the bed above his head, crossing his wrists so he could keep them down with one hand and freeing the other. 

“What? Did you want to do it yourself~?” Anti asked with a playful giggle. 

“Yes, but I also want us to take our time,” Dark stated. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Darky. I’ve done my waiting. I want to get to the good stuff now.” Anti squirmed, trying to get his hands back, but stopped when he felt something much colder on them. He tilted his head up and watched as two black, shadowy tendrils snaked their way around his wrists and between his fingers before applying a stronger pressure than Dark’s hand, making it much harder for him to move. “Well, damn.” Anti blurted out. 

“Have some more faith in me.” Dark’s voice got Anti to look back at him. “Don’t forget what I told you. You deserve romance and tender affection, and that includes when we do have our time in bed.” He placed a hand on Anti’s waist, slipping the tips of his fingers under the already bunched-up shirt. “This is more than a fling. More than a rushed moment. I want you to feel every touch, every kiss, every bit of pleasure we’re going to share.” Dark softly chuckled as Anti just stared at him. “And don’t worry, dove, every part of this is going to be the good stuff.” 

“I’m going to literally die if you don’t kiss me right now.” Anti’s comment got Dark to chuckle some more.

“I’d hate to lose you so soon after finally getting you.” Dark clicked his tongue before he kissed Anti again. Anti hummed when Dark undid the top buttons of his shirt and then pushed it up further. He adjusted his head as the collar went over it, and he had to admit he was not expecting the shirt to just move through the shadowy bindings like they weren’t there. 

“We have to play with those things more,” Anti said with a wide grin. 

“Maybe after our second date.” Dark joked while trailing kisses down Anti’s neck, pausing to drag his tongue across part of his scar. Anti lightly gasped and shivered, tugging a little on the tendrils. He wasn’t used to attention to his scar, so that felt different. 

“Good or bad?” Dark asked when Anti got strangely quiet.

“Uh…new?” Anti couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling. “Something to play with for the second date.” He added a laugh that had none of his usual confidence. Dark lifted his head to look down at Anti, using a hand to cup his cheek. 

“It can be the second date or whenever you’re comfortable.” Dark gave a small, kind smile.  

“I need you to stop being sweet before I implode.” Anti had to look away. He was far from used to Dark being so nice. 

“Sadly, you’re stuck with this because I have been holding back for a long time, and I don’t intend on doing so anymore.” Dark went back down and kissed Anti’s shoulder, then his collarbone, his chest, and paused to look up at Anti, making sure to see his eyes before rolling his tongue around his nipple. Anti dropped his head back, eyes closing as Dark continued to give his nipple attention. 

“No more holding back.” Anti echoed, chewing on his bottom lip as Dark’s palm started rubbing slow circles on the front of his pants, making them so much tighter than they already were. “Darky, come on.” He groaned when Dark moved his head and was now rolling his tongue around his other nipple. 

“I said I was taking my time.” Dark reminded.

“There’s taking your time, and then there’s being a tease.” Anti’s body moved on its own, trying to lift his chest toward Dark’s mouth, wanting to feel more. He pressed his lips together in annoyance when Dark pulled away again. 

“Maybe a bit of both,” Dark confessed with a cheeky grin as he slipped off his blazer and tossed it across the room, it landing on his dresser. 

“Rude.” Anti clicked his tongue, his pout not lasting long as he watched Dark’s fingers all-too-easily pop open each button of his shirt, a long-practiced skill that had Anti’s mind wandering to what else he’d get to see and feel those fingers do. Dark eventually untucked the shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He tossed the shirt as well to have it join the blazer on the dresser. 

“Am I forgiven?” Dark asked as Anti tilted his head, eyes on his now bare torso. 

“A bit.” Anti pulled on his restraints and grunted. “Are you really going to keep my hands up like this the whole time?” 

“Not the whole time.” Dark slotted himself between Anti’s legs, hands tracing his sides and waist. 

“I want to touch,” Anti whined and pulled again. 

“You will, but right now, I just want you to relax and enjoy. This is going to be slow and gentle, and I am fairly certain I can’t do that if you start scratching and biting me.” Dark spoke casually as he removed both Anti’s pants and underwear, having them drop to the floor. 

“That sounds like someone likes those things~” Anti teased. 

“Maybe a bit,” Dark smirked and lowered himself, putting Anti’s legs on his shoulder. He added to his point by kissing and then nipping at his inner thighs. 

“This is teasing.” Anti was whining more as Dark started decorating his skin with red marks, marks they both knew wouldn’t be around for long, but they also didn’t care. Dark liked the way they looked, and Anti liked the way they felt, even though he was still pouting. “Darky, please.” 

“I didn’t think I’d be getting you to beg so soon.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Fairly certain this is going the other way.”

“Dark!” 

“Okay, okay, I’m done being mean.” Dark used a playful tone, and, before a retort could be made, he wrapped his lips around the head of Anti’s cock. He had to grab Anti’s hips and hold them fairly tight to prevent Anti from bucking into his mouth. 

“So shocked you’re keeping me still,” Anti grunted his sarcasm, but it was hard to keep that energy when Dark started moving his head. A low groan came out of Anti as he crossed his ankles; at least he was able to do that.  “Ah, fuck~” Dark hummed with pride, hearing how that got Anti to groan again, his back arching a bit and head turned to the side. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was already getting heavier. Dark watched the movements of Anti’s body, every little twitch, the way his chest heaved with each breath, and the tightening of his face before a new pleasure-filled sound would escape between his lips. 

It was interesting seeing Anti like this. There was a…softness to him, even as he squirmed and moaned. Dark was used to seeing different expressions from Anti. He was used to anger or mischief, or even joyful excitement, but this look was much different. During their date, he had seen a peek of this. The brightness in his eyes, how his body relaxed, and for the first time in his existence, the word cute came to mind for Dark when thinking of Anti. 

Dark was pulled out of his thoughts when Anti’s sounds were louder, and he let out a few curses. That was a fairly good sign and warning, and Dark tightened his grip on Anti’s hips. It was only a moment that Anti was cumming down his throat with a curse that was more of a moan than spoken. 

“Fucking hell, Darky.” Anti breathed out as he watched Dark sit back up and lick his lips. “Do I finally get to see the full package now?” 

“Not quite yet,” Dark said as he leaned over and reached to his bedside table. 

“Okay, lube, fair,” Anti commented when he saw Dark pull out a bottle. “Now, do I get to see the goods?” 

“A little longer.” Dark flicked open the bottle with his thumb. “There’s something else I want to do first.” 

“After all these years of trying to kill each other, this is how you do me in. By using my impatience against me.” Anti huffed. Dark ran a hand through Anti’s hair while he slipped the other between his legs.

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” Dark said while rubbing a lube-slick finger against Anti, earning a heavy breath. 

“No promises.” Anti rolled his hips, silently asking Dark to keep going. 

“I’ll be sure to help keep you afloat.” Dark chuckled and caught Anti in a kiss as he pushed a finger in, not shocked by the reaction of having his lower lip nipped. He just kept the kiss going to keep Anti satisfied enough until he felt it fitting to add another finger, curling both of them, and finally getting a bit of a moan. 

“Dark,” Anti whined. “My arms.” 

“Just a bit more.” Dark kept working his fingers to help stretch out and relax Anti more. He finally took his hand away, not too long later, and straightened up to work on undoing his belt. “I can tell you’re already enjoying the show.” Dark teased at how Anti’s eyes went right to where his hands were. 

“I’ve been curious for too many years,” Anti said, still intensely watching as Dark slipped off his belt, let it fall off the bed, and then opened his slacks next. Dark got off the bed for a moment, deciding Anti’s done enough waiting, and removed the rest of his clothing with no hesitation. “Well damn.” 

“You had the same reaction to the tendrils,” Dark commented as he got back on the bed, hovering above Anti. 

“There is such an easy joke I could make right now.”

“I’m proud of you for holding back.” 

“I can sometimes behave.” Anti grinned with his tongue between his teeth.  

“Sometimes.” Dark rolled his head, and Anti’s arms moved, the tendrils guiding his arms to lower and go around Dark’s neck, resting on his shoulders but still trapped together. Anti groaned in relief. Dark then slipped a pillow under his hips. “Trust me.” He said before Anti could ask. 

“Please tell me we’re finally getting to the main event,” Anti said instead. 

“We are.” Dark dipped his head and lightly nipped at the edge of Anti’s scar. Anti shivered, leaned his head back, and whispered a curse as Dark kissed along his scar and slowly pushed in. 

“Fuck.” Anti took a few breaths, taking a moment to adjust. “Okay, I’m ready.” He braced himself for what he was used to, but Dark just caressed his waist and was…gentle with his thrusts. Anti squeezed his legs and closed his eyes, chewing on his lower lip and just trying to focus on feeling good and not the jumbled mess in his head. 

“Anti,” Dark said. “Anti.” He repeated himself when Anti didn’t respond at first. 

“You’re…You’re too soft.” Anti lifted his head to look at Dark, face flushed deep enough that it felt like it was burning. “I don’t…I don’t understand why I’m-ah~” His words turned into a breathy moan as Dark kept going. “It’s different.” Anti was confused as to why everything was hitting him so strongly in a way he’d never felt before. They’ve barely done anything, and he swore his thighs were trembling. 

“That’s the point, dove.” Dark lightly panted, pressing his forehead to Anti’s. “Do you want your hands?” 

“Yes,” Anti answered after he swallowed. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Keep going. Please. Keep going.” 

“I’ll keep going.” Dark had his tendrils fade away and wasn’t surprised when Anti held his face and pulled him into a kiss. He kept the kiss just as tender and slow as his thrusts. Anti tried to have the kisses last as long as possible, but even he eventually needed air, and Dark would too, and he found himself just holding Dark’s face, looking down at their bodies, and becoming more and more aware of every little movement. He was actually feeling everything. 

And it was too good. 

“Dark. Dark, I’m-” Anti moved his hands to hold Dark’s shoulders. 

“Close,” Dark grunted in agreement. He tightened his grip on Anti’s hips, not enough to bruise but enough to show a change, and with a sharper thrust, he was cumming with a groan. Anti dug his nails in and only had a breath before he was moaning and cumming as well. He tensed up with his orgasm before relaxing and lying back, feeling a strange wave of relief hit him hard. 

Anti’s breathing started shaking, and when he blinked, his vision was blurry, and he felt something roll down the sides of his face. He took his hand and wiped at one side, seeing that it was wet.

Was…was he crying? 

Why was he crying? 

He wasn’t hurt. He felt fine, better than fine; he was okay, and now he was hiding his face with his arms and trying to hold back a sob. 

Dark gently pulled out and lowered Anti’s legs, rubbing at his thighs to help soothe the muscles, and noticed Anti was hiding. 

“Anti?” Dark paused when he heard the sniff. Knowing exactly what was happening. “Anti, it’s okay.” He coaxed Anti to move his arms, and he saw the tears. 

“I’m not upset. Why am I crying?” Anti asked, his voice quivering as he spoke. 

“Come here.” Dark moved to lie on his side, and he pulled Anti toward him. “It’s okay, let it out. This is all just new to you.” He explained, rubbing one hand along Anti’s back as the other lightly scratched at the back of his head. “You’re safe.” 

“But I’m-I’m not…why am I…” Anti was still stiff, hands on Dark’s chest.

This didn’t make sense to him. He’s done more; he’s done faster, harder, even bloodier, and not once did he cry, yet right now, he couldn’t stop the tears. They didn’t burn, they didn’t cause that sick sourness in his throat, they almost felt soothing. What was wrong with him? 

“I’m right here. I got you.” Dark’s words seemed to be the final straw Anti needed since he finally caved and pressed himself into Dark, curling up against him and just crying freely. “There you go. I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry.” 

[iamfruitie]

They're adorable!!!

First Day of Summer

Have a treat!

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Part (1/2)

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The little schoolroom shook slightly as all of the children fled out of the school. Mad watched with a smile as he heard the children say their goodbyes and some have even stopped to hug their teacher before heading out. A certain student, Robbie, handed a flower that he had picked from outside to Mad with a bright smile.

“Here you go!”

Mad graciously took the flower and placed it near his ear, it was a simple dandelion, not even fully grown with its sun bright yellow contrasting against his coffee colored hair. A simple gestured, but never fails to make Mad’s heart melt.

“Thank you so much, Robbie. The flower is beautiful.” The praise made the boy bashful, scuffing his shoe against the worn down wooded floor.

“I’m happy you liked it!” Robbie chirped before looking back at the door and gasped before he took off, realizing he could be late for supper, “Have a nice summer break, Mr. Madrick!!”

“You too, Robbie!” He waved at the now empty doorframe and found himself staring at the empty classroom. Crumpled papers laid strewn about along with some missing pencils. He shook his head with a quiet laugh before he began organizing his desk, about ready to clean the classroom before calling it a day.

“All the baby birds fled the nest, huh?” A voice made Mad jump slightly before turning over to see Mare, leaning against the once empty doorframe. With a smile, Mare took his hat from his head and placed it against his chest when he walked into the room, bowing slightly to the teacher, “Mighty fine, seeing you again, Mr. Patrick.”

The smaller was immediately at ease, waving his hand dismissively with a snort, “And the same to you, Sheriff, but I thought we had this little talk about formalities? I don’t care a bit if you’d just pop in with casualties.”

The prized hat stayed firmly against his chest, his gentle grin never faltering, “You drive a hard bargain, Madrick,” he said, placing the Stetson back on his head, “But only if you stop calling me Sheriff.”

A laugh bubbled from Mad before nodding, “Of course Sher— I mean- Mare..” he rubbed the back of his neck, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Would you like to help me with the classroom? If you are not busy- if not, that’s okay—“

“Of course, Mad.” Mare smiled and then the two began picking up the mess the children had left. The tension, although thick, was not toxic. Conversations went through easily, entertaining each other with bantering, challenging their wits while adding some subtle flirting that had left the two of them in a bashful silence that would only last for minutes at a time.

The teacher bent down to pick a final item, scrap paper that held mindless doodles by one of the kids and stood up and turned to see Mare quickly turning away, tilting his hat to cover his now burning face. Mad couldn’t help but smile, fixing his dress-shirt and making his way to the flustered sheriff.

“Thank you, Mare,” Mad praised, “the kids always get so rowdy on their last day.”

“Anytime, Mad.” Mare’s voice was soft as they sat in comfortable silence before Mad took another step, closing the gap ever so slightly.

“I-I was wondering Sher- Mare, if you would like.. You can come by for supper. Only if you want!” Mad sputtered, his face now pink.

“I’d appreciate nothing more, Mad.” Mare lit up although contained his excitement only slightly. “I believe I’d make it before sunset. Wilford is needing maintenance assistance.”

Mad smiled, “I’ll be fixing some stew with a pie for dessert..”

“I’ll be seeing you, Mr. Madrick.”

“And I’ll be seeing you, Sheriff..”

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[iamfruitie]

The one time Anti is patient is to break Dark down asking to go slow for as long as possible feeling Darks grip only tighten in self restraint as for once he’s the impatient one. I’m guessing Anti has done a lot of teasing probably using his thighs to some sort of advantage.

You are so right Anti can only be patient for two reasons;

One is to help his bestie out Two is to prove he can be and to get the fun show of watching Dark struggle

His thighs can be a dangerous weapon He knows this and uses them to his advantage

[iamfruitie]

If we’re talking about people worrying about suffocating their beloved via the almighty thighs, I feel like the two that would fret the most are Jackie (because super strength LMAO) and Mad because he’s THE anxious goober

- 👉👈 anon

100%!

Jackie and Chase are also the kind of fellas that would like break their nose/pull a muscle in their neck because they get way too into it XD

Mad's worried about hurting Mare and Mare's just like "I can literally lift you with one arm, you are fine, now sit"

[iamfruitie]

"To die by thigh is to die with honor!"

The Doms telling their subs to sit on their face and the sub is concerned about suffocating them. The doms, however, tells them that they can take it.

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober 2024 Day 21

Mirror - Trickshot

Marvin stretched out more on the bed, lightly arching his back and softly moaning. His arms rested on either side of his head, his hair pillowing his hands, and he looked up at the ceiling. With some magic, he had turned all of the room's walls into reflected surfaces, into a collection of mirrors. Making it so he could watch everything that was happening to him every time Chase rolled his hips, softly thrusting into him. 

He watched as his body gently rocked, seeing how flushed his face and chest were. Marvin lifted a hand and trailed his fingers across his stomach, working them lower and lower until he brushed them against his cock. That touch was enough to get him to gasp and moan again. He finally looked at Chase and grinned when he saw his eyes glued to him. Seeming to have forgotten about the mirrors, and only being able to focus on him. 

“Come here, darling.” Marvin beckoned Chase closer with a finger. Chase followed the direction and melted when he was led into a kiss. “Pull out, I want to shake things up.” 

“Okay.” Chase got in another kiss as he shifted his hips away. “Sorry.” He blurted out when Marvin took in a sharp breath. 

“You need to stop apologizing for literally everything.” 

“Um…sorry?” 

“God, I love you.” Marvin chuckled as he sat up and kissed Chase one more time before changing their position. He moved to face the side of the bed, getting a full view of both of them from the mirrored wall. Going up on his knees, Marvin spread his legs a bit and looked over his shoulder. “Grab some more lube, get behind him, and fill me back up~” With his instructions, Marvin squeezed his ass and grinned what that seemed to spark something in Chase’s brain.

“Yes, sir!” Chase nearly fumbled off the bed trying to find the bottle, not remembering where he had put it at first, but he did eventually take it out of a blanket fold and then crawled over to Marvin. 

“Have I told you that I love you?” Marvin chuckled as Chase kissed his shoulder.

“A few times,” Chase smirked and kissed Marvin’s shoulder some more, trailing the kisses to his neck and jaw. Marvin tilted his head to give Chase plenty to work with as he adjusted himself out of his view. He saw the bottle of lube getting tossed aside, and he hummed at feeling something stiff prodding at him. “Ready?” Chase asked.

“More than.” Marvin reached around to pat Chase’s leg and let out a heavy breath when he pushed back into him. “I swear that feels better every time.” 

“Now you’re just talking me up.” Chase lightly joked as he ran his hands along Marvin’s waist. 

“You’ll never know.” Marvin noticed how Chase hadn’t looked into the mirror yet. “Darling, the whole point of my spell is for us to watch.” He took hold of Chase’s chin and guided his head to get him to look ahead. “There you go.” Marvin then placed his hands on top of Chase’s and slid them down to his hips, rocking himself a little to hint at what he wanted. “Chase, fuck me.” He voiced it this time with a bit of a fake whine to pull Chase out of his trance. 

“Sor-” Chase cut himself short and decided a better apology would be to do as requested. He kept his eyes on the reflection as he kissed Marvin’s shoulder again, got a light grip on his hips, and started moving his own. 

“Good boy~” Marvin praised with a groan. “Good boy.” He echoed when his words got Chase to scrape his teeth against his skin, and he went faster. “Fuck.” Marvin breathed out, keeping a hand on his hip as he reached up with the other, running his fingers through Chase’s hair. 

He was back to watching his body in the mirror, seeing how his face was still flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, and how his lower half bounced from the firm, fast rhythm of the thrusts that he was beginning to notice were becoming uneven. 

“Are you going to cum?” Marvin turned his head and asked in a whisper, glancing back at the mirror and watching how Chase chewed on his lip and nodded. “Go on, darling, cum in me~” 

“Holy, shit,” Chase grunted, gripping Marvin’s hips tighter and getting a few more bucks in before his eyes fluttered a bit, cumming with a low groan. Marvin softly moaned and was ready for Chase to switch things up, and he did, but in a way he didn’t expect. Chase dug his fingers in, and his jaw clenched as he kept going. He pulled Marvin back sharply with each thrust to have them hit harder, faster, deeper, and Marvin could only throw his head back and let out a much louder moan. 

“Ch-Chase, fuck~” Marvin had to time his breathing with Chase’s movements and he cursed again, knowing he wasn’t going to last too much longer so he lifted to head to make sure he could see everything. He soon felt something dripping down his inner thighs. It was hard to see in the reflection, but there was enough that it sent a shiver down Marvin’s spine. “I’m-I-oh, Chase~!” Marvin gasped, forcing himself to keep an eye on how his face changed while he was cumming and damn he did not know that’s how he looked. He didn’t know he could even make that kind of face. It actually explained a lot. 

“Marv~” Chase slowed to a stop and hugged Marvin around the waist, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. 

“We need to use mirrors more often.” Marvin weakly chuckled, seeing the spots of red on his hips from where Chase’s fingers had been. “Much more often.” 

[iamfruitie]

Hehehehehe

Yes, yes, good stuff, good stuff

I am eating all of this up

Mad's learning how to brat, and some of the ✨ consequences ✨ of it~

Madmare is the typical trope of goth x nerd and I am here for it.

Also imagine Mad getting pinned to the bed by his throat while Mare pounds into him.

[iamfruitie]

Hello, yes, I've been summoned

That troupe is hella accurate and I will not apologize for it XD

And YES

Tell me more~

Madmare is the typical trope of goth x nerd and I am here for it.

Also imagine Mad getting pinned to the bed by his throat while Mare pounds into him.

[iamfruitie]

Stay With Me Pt 2 of 2

Thank you, @ariesshower824, for commissioning me!

This is a direct sequel to Demonic Distraction: Link Part one is on @iamvegorott: Link

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Dessert

Host used his keys to unlock the front door to his home before he and Night walked in. They both laughed as they discussed what had just happened, still finding it amusing how some of the others had worked together to get them on a date. 

“For someone who has been retired for several years, Wilford still knows how to organize a plan too well.” Host chuckled as he tapped his finger against the ceramic bowl on a small table next to the door before placing his keys inside it. 

“That he can.” Night hummed his agreement, going up behind Host and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw as he started slipping his hands under his coat and guiding it off his shoulders.

“I think I can manage removing my own coat, moonflower.” Host chuckled, using the new pet name he had thought of not that long ago. He knew it was one that Night enjoyed since the first time he had spoken it, it nearly had him purring, something that Night said he ‘couldn’t do’ despite the other Demons he had created doing so freely. 

“I know you can, my owl.” Night used his own pet name for Host, one that had been used for much longer, even before they were officially together. “I’m just getting a head-start on showing you my love before getting to sink my teeth into your neck and mark you as mine~” 

“So, this is dessert?” Host asked with a breathy chuckle as his jacket dropped to the floor, and Night started nipping at his neck, tugging down at the collar of his shirt. 

“The beginning of a very big dessert.” Night grinned before casually hoisting Host into his arms and carrying him deeper into the house. 

“First, I can’t take off my coat, and now I’m not allowed to walk?” Host teased, mapping out in his head where Night was taking him, and knew he was in the bedroom even before being laid out on the bed. 

“You know how I am. I tend to go above and beyond when I make a promise.” Night stated, crawling up on the bed with Host. “And I promise to make sure you will never forget my name.” His voice dropped at the last part as his lips brushed against Host’s, and he leaned into a kiss. Host’s hands went to Night’s head, fingers running through his hair. His lips parted to catch a quick breath, and it turned into a groan when Night used that to deepen the kiss even more. 

Night adored the taste of Host. There was no way to describe it in a way that a Human could understand, but it was a beyond addictive flavor that was so easy to get lost in. He didn’t even realize how long the kiss had gone on until Host was lightly pushing him away and panting for air. 

“One of these days, I’m going to pass out from spite so I can kiss you longer.” Host softly laughed. 

“I’d prefer if you didn’t do that.” Night playfully rolled his eyes. 

“Then you can work on making me breathless in different ways.” Host said with one of Night’s favorite grins. 

“And I shall.” Night slipped his hands under Host’s shirt and started pushing it up, kissing at every inch of skin as it got exposed. Host lifted his arms to help Night get his shirt off and then pulled him in by his face into another kiss. This time, Night ended the kiss with a nip on Host’s lips and then trailed those nips across his jaw, down his neck, and turned them into open-mouth kisses when he reached his chest. Those kisses went down further and further, and only stopped when he had to pull away a bit to start working on undoing Host’s pants. After getting both the pants and underwear off, casually tossing them aside, Night started focusing his kisses on Host’s thighs. He was going to make sure there were plenty of marks on Host to add to his claim, nipping and sucking several red spots against the skin and grinning when Host gripped his hair with a hand. 

“Night.” Host breathed out the name. Night chuckled and kissed his way back up Host’s body, placing one more kiss on his lips. 

“Yes, my owl?” Night asked with a knowing grin that only grew when Host tugged on the front of his shirt. 

“Clothes. Off. Now,” Host demanded. His tone showed just how much that teasing alone had worked him up. The promise of what was to come was also likely adding to it. 

“Yes, sir.” Night caught a final kiss before fully leaning away to quickly get himself out of his own clothing, stepping off the bed, and letting their clothes pile on the floor together. While he was on his feet, he opened the bedside table and pulled out some lube before returning to the bed. 

“When are you going to claim me?” Host asked as Night slotted himself between his legs. 

“I have my plans.” Night hummed as he popped open the bottle. “But, to answer your question, I am waiting until I am inside you until I do.” He coated his fingers with lube and spared no time in rubbing a finger against Host and pushing it in. “I want to feel how the pleasure is going to take over. How your toes will curl and your back will arch, how you’ll look and taste so delicious~” Night had been slowly thrusting his finger as he spoke and felt a bit of pride at how the movement and his words got Host to let out a low groan. That got Night to work in a second finger and chase after that sound, wanting to hear more from Host. 

“Faster.” Host reached a hand over to rub Night’s chest and then held his shoulder as he groaned again from getting his wish. “I need more.” He grunted and wrapped his other hand around his cock, not even getting a chance to start stroking himself before Night caught his wrist and pinned it to the bed above his head. 

“No touching. I got this.” Night had a near growl in his voice. 

“Then do it.” Host got a proper growl from his playful retort and once again got his wish. “Shit~” He cursed as Night seemed more than eager to get him to cum as soon as possible, working both hands at the same fast pace. “Night, Night, I’m-” That was all the warning Host could manage before he was moaning and cumming on Night’s hand and his stomach.  

“My sweet, darling owl~” Night was practically singing as he bent over to kiss Host. “My heart, my mate.” He continued between kisses, smiling when Host was holding his face again to keep him close, using the kisses as time to recover until he was gently tugging on Night’s hair. 

“Keep going. I’m ready.” Host said.

“Are you sure?” Night had a bit of a tease in his tone, but he was also genuine with his question.

“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m changing my mind.” Host jokingly threatened, unable to prevent himself from smiling. Night faked another growl as he found the lube and opened it back up. He got a generous amount of it on his palm and had to bite back a hiss as he used his hand to cover his cock with the lube. Catching Host in another kiss, Night adjusted, lined himself up, and slowly pushed in. 

“There it is.” Host breathed out like he was relieved. Night nuzzled his nose against Host’s neck, holding his hips as he started to slowly move his own, taking his sweet time with each individual thrust, wanting to feel everything every time.  “Oh, Night~” Host tilted his head back and wrapped his arms around Night’s neck. He tried to help by rocking his body, but Night’s grip on his hips tightened to the point he knew there would be finger-shaped bruises left on his skin. 

“I got this.” Night echoed his words from earlier, speaking them directly into Host’s ear. “My mate. I take care of my mate.” He kept at that same slow pace but had more strength behind him, forcing Host to exhale each time. 

“Yours. Your mate.” Host confirmed, embracing that all he could do now was hold onto Night and let himself drift away into the pleasure. Night was clearly sinking into his instincts; why not do the same as well? “Touch me. Touch me, please.” He knew adding a bit of a whine to his request would make it impossible for Night to resist. Host moaned as Night nipped at his neck and started stroking him faster than his thrusts. “Damn, Night, you’re going to make-you’re going to make me cum a-again.” He struggled to keep his voice steady as Night scraped his somehow sharper teeth against the crook of his neck. “Fuck~!” Host gasped loudly and added another mess to Night’s hand. 

“Mine.” Night sank his canines into Host’s neck the second he was finishing, getting a string of curses from him. The bite, the claiming bite was enough to get Night to cum as well, moans muffled by the skin between his teeth. 

Host was unable to describe the feeling coursing through him with this bite, how it pulled at his very soul and had him on the verge of screaming his moans as he dug and dragged his nails across Night’s back. Something about this new feeling filled him with a brand new pleasure that had him cumming almost instantly, his toes curling and back arching, following exactly how Night said he was going to make him be. 

Night meant it when he said he kept his promises. 

“Mine~” Night sounded so happy, so relaxed, his hold changing into a hug around Host’s waist. He kept his nose pressed to the fresh Claim Mark, soaking in the change to Host’s natural scent. How it now had a permanent hint of him in it. 

“That was…that was something.” Host weakly chuckled between his pants. “And Mad was right…about it feeling like a warm hug. It’s…comforting.” He smiled as he felt Night kissing the mark, but then noticed something else. “Are you purring?” 

“All mine~” Night seemed to be on a whole different planet. 

“I love you, too, moonflower.” Host decided he would tease Night about this when they both got their brain cells back in the morning. 

Although he did notice that something felt different, warmer…good. Maybe this was an afterglow of the bite or something like that. Whatever it was, Host liked it and hoped it kept going.

[iamfruitie]

Three words to consider: Corporate AU, Darkweb, and exhibitionism 👀 (can you tell how much I love this rarepair you’ve conjured LMAO)

- 👉👈 anon

Lemme just jot these down real quick~

I will say there are a few others who got me into playing around with that ship, so I can't take ownership of it XD