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ectoplasmic-entity · 2 months

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Love your blog! Always excited to see you come across my dash!

May I request monstrous!Dan x fem or gn!Reader? I’m talking Beast from Beauty and the Beast but make it Dan. And he’s fascinated by reader not immediately screaming and running upon happening across him in the wastelands (and instead being fascinated by him in return). Would love if it lead into some size difference smut!

I knows it’s Monster Fucker-y so if you’re not down that’s cool. Just some good ol’ Beaty and the Beast flavored DanxReader is more than enough!

You do? Thank you for the compliments! 👉👈 Always happy to hear from y'all!

Now, this... I'll be honest, it gave me a bit of trouble, heh. I've literally never written monsterfucking before, until your request. Gave me a nice challenge though (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ But I didn't expect it to be this long lol

But, here ya go! I hope you enjoy it!

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Monster/human, size difference, oral/tonguefucking, piv sex, large cock, creampie, mild cum inflation

Words: 5.4k+

They warned of a monster that lives out in the wastelands.

The only monster of its kind. They say its been around a long time. Few have ever seen it. That alone is warning enough. The idea of a monster lurking about is more than a warning.

You don’t care. After living with, and dealing with a manner of all kinds of creatures that come out of the Ghost Zone, it’s a walk in the park. The supernatural fascinates you, a fine line between the realm of the dead and the world of the living. You aren’t a researcher with a wanderlust for nothing. And a bit of a wild streak, depending on who you ask.

You organize the supplies in your sack before you seal it with a click. You stare at the metal buckle, vaguely contemplate if you have a death wish or not. This part of the waste is not kind. Especially if you’re not local to the area.

The back of your neck prickles in discomfort, your body tremors slightly with apprehension. Your heart skips a beat, you should leave now. Head and eyes down low, you throw your knapsack over your shoulder and slide off the rickety stool. The knapsack weighs down as you stand up stiffly make your way to the front entrance, several sets of eyes follow you.

The bar elongates more than half of the room. You have no choice in just going around it to get to the door, the innkeeper’s been giving you the side-eye the entire time you’re here. He hasn’t said anything to you. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge your departure, save for a side-eye. You barely catch it when you turn your head out of curiosity.

“Hey, lass,” the innkeeper says suddenly.

You turn on your heel to face him, your back to the entrance. You breathe evenly to cease your apprehension, your heart beats calmly in your chest.

“Don’t take what they say at face value,” he continues with a smidgen of a southern drawl, “they’re a bunch of homebodies who’re too chickenshit to go out there themselves.”

“Believe me, I don’t,” you say curtly.

He nods at you. “Sharp mind you got there, lass. You know, things aren’t always what they seem out there.”

“What do you mean?” You can’t help but ask. One of your hands subconsciously go for the sack’s strap, your fingers securely curl around the leather.

“Just a word of advice, I’ve lived here a long time.”

You bid an awkward farewell to the innkeeper and leave without another word. As you step out into the thick, dusty wastes, his words repeat themselves over and over in your mind. An odd feeling digs into your gut, there is a spring in every step you take. You’re more curious than ever, your mind going a hundred miles an hour with possibilities. Excitement and adrenaline expands in your chest.

Just who or what is out there?

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Your feet push through the sand. It plows out a tiny trail in front of you, behind, gusts of wind dissipate your tracks. You pull your hood tighter over your face, not willing to risk the chance of suffocation if you get sand in your mouth. That means you also don’t see where you’re going. It doesn’t matter, there’s no “where” as far as the wastelands go, just here. A flat, ashen landscape.

You’ve been trekking for a while; the darkening sky indicates so. The dim lights of the inn have long since faded into the distance, you doubt you’ll be back there again anytime soon.

The storm thickens with a long, winding, eerie howl. You look up slightly, you see darkness and emptiness. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else out here in these conditions. Except for yourself, your mind likes to remind you.

At least, there shouldn’t be anyone out here. Besides the apparent monster that lives in these parts. You push ahead with more effort than necessary, it’s strange you haven’t heard of this being, despite travelling far and wide and meeting all kinds of creatures. The wind grows stronger and you fight against it. The cold gusts snap at your face, it forces you to kneel down to shield yourself.

“I won’t be going anywhere if I’m dead,” you say to yourself. Your cheeks sting with numb cold.

You peer up again, the air is too thick. You barely see no more than a couple of feet in front of you. Not important, you look specifically for huge structures. Sturdy and large enough to block out most of the storm. It doesn’t matter what- a high-rise building or even a bridge will do. You breathe shakily and curl into yourself, tremors course through you.

It’s only you out here. With the ghost of a civilization that once stood here. Strange to think to be in someplace so familiar and yet be so lost. Anxiety briefly spikes, your chest blooms with an uncomfortable sensation. You’re on your knees, your hands sink into the sand and your arms stiffly hold you up.

Determination surges through you. The environment’s just harsh, you’ve survived far worse than that. A grunt emits from your throat, you stand up straight and tall. Shudders of excitement prompt you to start walking again. While you have no sense of direction in mind, you’re certain you’ll find something.

It feels familiar now, you fall into a steady pace. Time is of little matter to you. You keep your head down, your eyes on the path in front of you. The way your feet jut through the sand and leave a clean cut, for the wind to immediately sweep it away.

The ground is beaten down. Years of being tracked over entrenches it into the very earth. You’ve been unknowingly following it despite the poor environmental conditions. It is human instinct to follow others, no matter how long ago the others were there. It appears to be quite a long path, forging over many years.

Supposedly there’s no one out here. You stare down at the beaten earth under your feet. No ordinary people, perhaps… hunters? Your gaze moves up, it’s not often you come across hunters. Their profession has very few come back alive.

To your surprise, there’s a camp not too far away. You find it in no time at all, the visual of a faint yellow glow and the smell of smoke cues you in. It’s strangely quiet. A deep feeling of dread sinks into you, your heart accelerates with nervous energy. Your gut instinct tells you something isn’t quite right.

Before you realize it, you go off in a small jog. Your legs pump with a newfound fervor. Your feet haphazardly pound on the ground, clouds of dust fly up in your wake. The encampment grows bigger as you get closer, yet it also fades. The yellow hue dims to a dreary gray, a spark of life gone out.

You find yourself in the shadow of an overpass. Underneath is a huge dark gap. You see the outlines of makeshift shelters and tents; the smell of smoke is far more potent. A deathly still hangs over the encampment. Goosebumps travel down your arms, your spine tingles uneasily.

You survey the camp from the very edge, where the shadow of the pass meets the dull light of the outside. The yellow light is gone now. Pitch blackness sits still. Something deep in you is unsure of whether to keep going, or turn back. Your body tingles with an alertness that something is here. The atmosphere presses down on you.

Not even a minute later, you hear it. A startlingly loud blast and crackle of energy. Highly concentrated energy streaks through the open air, the hairs on your body stand up. A bright flash of green blinds you. The ground rumbles quietly as chunks of earth and stone are blown out of the ground. Cracks in the ground trick your feet into thinking they stand on nothing. Your legs suddenly go weak, and you fall on your backside.

It goes quiet again. Every inch of you shakes on the inside with renewed adrenaline. Hot and cold flash in parallel.

Your muse comes to a halt, a loud scraping comes out from somewhere in the encampment. Slow reverberations, with long stretches between every little scrape. It’s difficult to tell what’s being dragged about, you find you don’t want to know the answer.

There, within the darkest reaches, you see a tall silhouette. It lumbers with an eerie ambience, you feel the chill of a ghostly presence. The silhouette moves calmly, as if casually strolling by. You can see, by the position of one of the arms, it drags something with it.

You don’t get to ponder on it for much longer as you hear the heavy footsteps, you stiffen when the silhouette makes its way around to the front. Their features grow more and more clear the closer they get to the pale light. Vaguely humanoid, but it seems off.

You soon see why that would be, a stature hunches down with inhuman legs. Muscular digitigrade legs and broad, powerful shoulders. You curiously note a patch of soft, white fur that contrasts with pale green skin, it stretches from below the waistline of their only article of clothing, all the way up to the neck, like the mane of a lion.

Warmth floods your cheeks. Dare you look higher?

Your eyes betray you with the view of an admittedly handsome face. With a perfectly angular shape, thick and snowy white hair, and a set of deadly fangs.

The features strike you so much to the point you fail to realize the creature catches sight of you. You stare into the deep red eyes that hold your utmost attention for reasons you’re unable to discern. Those eyes stare back so keenly. Your heart skips a beat, you inhale sharply.

“Are you going to keep staring at my pretty eyes?” A gravelly voice breaks your concentration. “Or are you actually going to run away screaming now?”

Seconds slip by without a word. You breathe to calm your nerves and steady yourself. Controlled excitement builds up in you, you do your best to not let it show, your face remains neutral. You fist up the dirt in handfuls, your arms ready to push you back up.

“That would be rather inconvenient for me,” you say as you slowly stand up, your eyes fixate on the deep red, “can’t exactly do my research if I ran away every time it got too dangerous.”

The dull thud of a falling body hardly breaks your attention. The creature approaches even closer, nearly fully visible in the light. You tilt your head to keep your eyes on them, you unknowingly step back.

“Oh…” the voice says lightly, like it’s… pleased, “this is new.”

The creature suddenly leans in close to you. You freeze up, better to let them check you out first.

“What’s a lady like yourself all by your lonesome in these parts?” A forked tongue flicks out at you. Your face twitches slightly.

“Just passing by,” you say evenly, your heart thuds quietly in your chest. You don’t dare look away from those inhuman eyes. “I was told of a monster that lives around here.”

It surprises you when you hear the creature chuckle quietly, and lean back with a grin of amusement. “They’re still going on about that, I see.”

In an inexplicably formal fashion, the creature bends down in a half bow. The eyes look up at you, inviting.

“But where are my manners, we can’t have a monster without a name,” the creature says, “this so-called monster you’re seeking out… you’re looking right at him.”

Your heart hammers in shock at the revelation. It’s rare for a ghost or some other kind of creature to just willingly reveal themselves to humans. Your mouth moves, but you don’t vocalize.

“The name’s Dan.”

You tilt your head slightly, your brows knit together. The name does spark vague familiarity. You can’t quite put a finger on why, though. Dan quickly draws your attention again when he steps into your space.

“Will you introduce yourself, or perhaps I should give you a name, since…” Dan chuckles softly again. “Ghost got your tongue, hm?”

“No, no, it’s…” you trail off, your heart flutters a bit. You flex your hands and swallow. Is he… flirting with you?

“I’m just teasing,” Dan says with a small grin, “I’m rather curious. No human rarely ever comes out into the wastelands, let alone for ‘research’.”

“I’m just fascinated, you know, ghosts are so… varied, compared to humans,” you say while you hug your arms around you. It doesn’t stop your heart from speeding every time you steal a glimpse at Dan, nor does it keep the warmth that rushes through you away.

Dan smoothly moves to the side, and then around behind you in a full circle. His sharp gaze flickers at every little twitch you make.

“Are you certain it’s just for ‘research’?” Dan comes back around in front of you again, he stops mere inches from you. A hand rises up and places itself on your chest. Your body tingles with excitement, a quivery breath, your heart pounds at the motion. “I can hear pretty well, and your heart is making quite the racket. The way it just pounds against the palm of my hand…”

“I do like to have some fun,” you say with a small huff.

“You.” Dan pulls away with a wide, fanged grin. “I like you.”

As soon as he finishes his sentence, a blast of wind pummels the two of you from behind. It’s enough to knock you forward, and you have little time to react. All you’re able to do is put your arms in front of you like a shield and hope they absorb the impact of the cold, hard ground. Except, it never comes.

You feel a pair of arms around you and holding you up. Your body dangles as you stare down at the ground. Dan’s hands firmly grasp your body, curiously gentle, and you can’t help feel… safe. You exhale loudly, your body slumps in relief.

“Looks like the storm’s getting stronger,” Dan says casually, it prompts you to look up. As if he just didn’t catch a pretty girl from falling.

Is that an invitation?

“There are plenty of shelters,” Dan continues, his eyes peering down at you, a small grin half hidden by a dark veil, “that is, if you don’t mind bunking with a handsome beast.”

A grin pulls at your face. You don’t even fight it. He definitely has something in mind. There is a soft huff and Dan nods, pleased with your response. He lets you down and once you’re steady on your own two feet, he leads you to one of the numerous shelters smack-dab in the middle of the camp. It cozily sits squeezed between two others that act as a barrier.

Dan has his arm around you, his hand possessively grips your side. You lean into him, you tell yourself it’s not because he’s warm. The storm seems further away with him at your side.

The inside of the shelter is basic, a singular room with all the necessities a hunter needs to survive. Strung along the walls are lamps. A snap of energy startles you and the lamps flicker to life with an eerie, spectral green flame. The positioning of the lamps highlights one specific corner of the room – a comfortably large bed. Fat with numerous layers of blankets and fleece bedsheets to top it all off. A perfect feeling of welcome home.

The sheer simplicity of the shelter holds your attention so much so you fail to notice Dan close the door, seal it shut with a quiet click. The way his eyes watch you, taking in every small detail of your form. That he hears your heart beating clear as day, your living warmth fresh on his own skin.

Dan does wonder… he stares at your back before he makes his move. Quietly as he possibly can, approaches you from behind with his fingers spread out. You still don’t notice until he carefully has his hands on your sides and begins to lightly massage your tense muscles. You relax under his touch, like Dan knows exactly what to do with his hands.

With a victorious smirk, Dan shuffles closer to you. His nails gently dig in a little. “I’m surprised you’re so calm for a human, all alone with me.”

“I got used to it,” you say softly, “I learned the less I reacted, the less likely I would get hurt.”

“Is that so?” Dan inquires, he leans in close to your ear. “Did you get your desired results?”

His fingers gradually increase pressure on your sides, your breath shakes with a hint of delight. You close your eyes to focus on the sensation as it begins to sink into your body.

“Y-yes, it was enlightening…” you reply with a tiny hitch in your voice, “…and… pleasurable.”

Your insides clench tightly with pleasure, your body tenses on the spot, and you gasp softly in satisfaction. You shift around on your feet; small tremors jolt your bones. Another, involuntary, gasp of pleasure jumps out of your throat.

“Do you want to feel good?” A stinging surge goes through you, Dan’s voice is lower and rougher. “To be on top of the world while your mind melts because you can barely stand it.”

No response, you’re deep at the moment to care about replying. You breathe heavily and buck your hips, Dan holds you firm. His nails dig into you some more, your skin burns in an odd sense of enjoyment through the fabric. His large form presses closer to you, you’re sure you feel his groin poke your back.

You throw your knapsack and coat off. While you remove your shirt, Dan’s hands slide downwards. His nails rake down your body, it catches on the folds and rumples, seemingly giving the impression he wants to strip it away. Your body tingles, you twist yourself to will it away.

You jolt when the hands stop at the waistline of your pants. Shivers as cool air hits your bare flesh while Dan slides your pants down. He bends down close to the lower half of your body, you feel his warm breath on your skin. You hold yours and peer down at him, he catches your gaze and smirks.

Above the seam of your underwear, Dan leans in close and plants a hot, surprisingly tender kiss on your spine. His lips gently nibble you while his wet tongue works to get a taste. It slickly swirls around, the taste of you quickly makes itself familiar, slimy strands of saliva settle on your skin. Shirt done away with, you squirm as Dan’s hold tightens.

You jump at the touch of sharp nails trailing down your thighs. Your heart pounds in excitement and your limbs quiver violently. A cluster of surging warmth forms in your stomach, your breath hastens. Legs press together at the first sign of a pleasurable throb between them.

A smug sense of satisfaction fills Dan’s gut. His mouth splits into a wide grin. His eyes glow brightly with an idea. He raises a hand with only his index finger out, guides it between your legs. Dan’s grin widens when you twitch, he slides his finger upwards, taking note how soft your thighs are. He’s soon met with the soft fabric of your undergarments, particularly, his finger lands on a wet spot.

Dan slowly moves his finger back and forth; the tip lightly burns with the friction of the fabric. “Naughty… you’re already wet…”

You squirm on the spot, heat quickly rises in you. You shift your weight from one leg to the other, they press closer together.

“Ah, ah.” Dan’s voice softens to a low hiss. “Don’t be so shy now.”

His finger continues to rub you, it digs a little further in now and then. The wet, warm flush of your body heat wraps around it. That little wet patch grows ever so slightly.

Meanwhile, you stand still. Dan’s voice resonates in your ears, the hiss that rolls off his tongue is like hot acid on your bare skin. Your heart picks up, and you shiver with goosebumps down your body. You shuffle around as a slight wetness pools between your thighs. Alien-like with its slimy texture and the fact your insides pulse with delight.

Dan also notices the volume of the wetness increasing. Grin widening, he removes his finger and in a swift motion, strips your underwear away. You stiffen in embarrassment and realization that your entire backside is in full view. Dan grips your hips, his nails dig into them, and gently guides you to the bed. You follow his motions without protest, exhilaration, and nervousness swim inside you.

You stop at the edge of the bed; its copious blankets invite you to jump right in and sink into bliss. You move to climb on, but a squeeze stops you.

“Did I say you could get on the bed?” Dan’s firm, quiet voice asks.

You crane your head, warmth flushes down your form. His expression gives an air of indulgence. Playful, even.

“No… you didn’t…” you say slowly.

Dan nods approvingly, his large form slowly lowers down to the ground until he’s on his knees. His face in direct line with your backside, lust glints in his eyes.

“Then perhaps you could be a good little human for me and bend over.” Dan says, the hiss slips back into his tone. You continue to watch him, unmoving. “Or should I do it for you?”

His hand plants itself on your back, fingers rigid. You shudder with cold expectancy, the sound of Dan’s smooth hiss in your ears, you bend over. Cool air bites at the warmth on your bare skin, your backside as high up as it can go. A pulse of pleasure makes you clench, your vulva convulses in excitement.

There’s nothing at first, except for the mounting embarrassment that you’re fully open to Dan doing whatever he pleases. Then it hits you without warning, something slippery and slithering trails over your flesh. You clench the blankets with such force it’s a wonder you didn’t rip them, to retain control despite the climbing heat and delectation. Rough like sandpaper, but curiously gentle, a perfect blend.

Your insides churn over suddenly, your core aches slightly as something unusually dexterous and unnervingly thick worms its way inside you. You readily widen out, a hot flash cascades down your rapidly glistening body. Behind you, Dan expertly maneuvers and swirls his tongue, saliva accumulates and slowly drips. His eyes intense with lust.

Several restless minutes of him pushing his mouth as close as he can to slide every last inch of his tongue inside. It’s eerily uncanny how much it moves, tasting you with little interest for anything else. It brushes along your inner walls, getting a nice feel of the warm, wet velvetiness.

He occasionally pokes at a certain spot with the flat side of his tongue, and smugly takes pleasure when you buck your hips. You quiver from the strain of intense waves of ecstasy, so much so your muscles ache. Your core grows hotter and tighter, adrenaline pounds your throat and blood rushes through your head. You twist and writhe as you feel you’re about to peak.

It feels too good to be true, this slimy pulsing appendage grinds its texture into your walls. Moving back and forth without a care in the world. Beads of sweat trickle down your face, irritating and ticklish.

Deep down somewhere in your body, you know it, and feel it. A soft moan slips out of your throat. The urge is there, uncomfortable and straining harder and harder. It’s unbearably hot and so tempting, like steam building up pressure until it bursts. Your skin sheens, sticky with sweat.

Every prod, every slurp along the sensitive velvet of your walls, every little slither of Dan’s salacious tongue brings you closer and closer. You breathe heavily, your body weighs down with euphoria. You jolt in pleasure; a deep, buried urge suddenly jumps to the forefront. As if lava pours across you and fills your insides, your core set ablaze.

You tense up. The heat that drags you to your peak quickly fizzles out. With a wet pop, Dan slowly pulls away from you. His face a dark flush and his eyes on you like a predator that catches its prey. In his wake, thick strands of saliva and slick accumulate into a puddle underneath you. It’s pleasantly hot and clings to your equally slick skin. You hear Dan hum softly.

“You took that rather well,” Dan comments.

“What can I say? Girl’s gotta have some variety,” you say, your throat constricts with every word.

“Variety, you say?” Dan repeats, he stands up. The white patch of fur puffs up, like lightning crackles through it. Down in his pants, there is an unmistakable bulge. Hot and tight, waiting.

Sharp nails snake their way around your butt, you quiver violently considering it’s one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Once again, you turn your head to watch Dan. He stands close, his groin presses right on your butt, the firm outline of his bulge suggestively aims at your soaking hole. Dan bends down close to your ear.

“I don’t suppose that means you can take me then, hm?” He says softly, his tongue imperceptibly flicks at your ear.

You wiggle your lower half and press yourself into him, his firmness sends a fresh, cool shiver down your body. “Please, I’ve had tentacle dicks and more, a monster sized one won’t faze me.”

Dan chuckles.

He reaches down to his pants, you hear the telltale sound of a zipper opening, your heart skips a beat. Dan pushes the fabric away and his erection falls out, it lands on your butt with a small slap. You jump, your eyes widen slightly at how big he actually is, its veiny thickness lightly rubs your butt crack.

With care, Dan fists his cock and lines himself up with your hole. First, he nudges his wet tip, teasing your soaking folds. You inhale deeply, your heart pounds, and you brace yourself.

Still, nothing could’ve prepared you for the mind-bending experience once Dan pushes himself into your heat. Your lower body stings with a warmth you can’t describe, and your tender insides easily stretch out as his shaft squeezes in. Dan’s size alone fills you up.

Dan hunches over you, his body lies atop of yours, both of your legs intertwine together, and his breath shudders in pleasure. His fur brushes along your back, ticklish and a bit distracting.

“Think you… can still take… me?” Dan asks, his breath hot and heavy on your neck.

“Less talking, more fucking,” you say impatiently.

Dan wraps his muscular arms around your abdomen, firmly in place. His nails rake on your soft, tender skin. It stings and burns, your insides churn in a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension.

Your body shudders with an intensity unlike before as Dan sharply heaves forward, his shaft hefty as he pumps into you. Your insides explode with a paralyzing numbness that reaches as far as your brain, it fogs up with the intoxicating sensation of euphoria. A wheeze escapes your lips. Your body may as well have been split open, the further Dan thrusts in.

He moves back and forth smoothly, pulsing in and out of your tight hole. You fight against the thrusts to stay upright; soft moans and incomprehensible begging occupy the quiet.

The more you strain against his cock, the harder Dan goes. Pumping harder and harder, he’s determined to stuff you and make sure you never forget it. To feel you squirm under him, pretty little sounds to fill his ears, immobile and full of him.

You press your face into the bed, hands grip the blankets on reflex, your legs as wide open as they can. The wooden frame creaks loudly as Dan pushes himself forward. His shaft slips deeper and deeper inside you, your warmth clenches around him, it sets him alight.

At one point, you slide your hand down and hold your abdomen, never mind Dan’s hands that hold you. Fuck, you didn’t think Dan would be so big, it feels like his cock is pummeling your stomach. Your insides burn with pleasure as they stretch out more and more to accommodate him.

A sharp, warm pounding lulls you with every jolt coursing through your nerves. You clench with a pooling heat deep inside, rippling.

Dan thrusts into you with heated fervor, his nails dig in your stomach, leaving faint red lines. His length slickly slides in and out, sounds of satisfaction flow past his lips. It’s been quite a while since he’s had someone around him.

All just for him.

His inner muscles blaze and clench, his cock throbs as an intense sensation flows through it. Dan groans in discomfort and pulls out before he slams himself against your body, his pelvis tilts down to sink as deep as he possibly can into you. You tense up under him, your legs squeeze together, a sickly flash of warmth spills throughout your body.

You whine softly at the force of Dan’s thrusts. One after the other, nonstop.

You breathe heavily, your hand tightens its grip on your abdomen. A sweltering sensation swirls around inside you, deep down inside. It’s back again, niggling in the corner of your lust-ridden mind. A sweet, little voice hooking you with every honey dripped word, you barely notice Dan pounding you into the bed.

A gasp forces its way out of your throat. Dry and tight. The warmth peaks inside you, you feel like your core swells up like a volcano ready to erupt. The urge is there, waiting.

Without thinking, you move against Dan’s motions, grinding yourself on his thick and slick shaft, your butt smacks loudly on his pelvis. Dan grunts loudly in surprise. It’s as though a bomb explodes inside you; a feeling of lava jumps up to your throat. It expels itself in the form of a sharp cry.

Dan stiffens, buried deep within your taut body, his own heat rises and clashes with yours. He leans back with another groan and repositions himself, his ghost core pounds at his chest. His groan pitches into a low growl, it rumbles and vibrates through him.

He keeps going, he just knows you’re nearly there, on the edge. In and out. Dan bucks his hips just as you buck yours, both of your bodies slam together.

Like the pressure that finally releases the steam, a hot, numbing buzz washes over you as you violently orgasm at last. Your entire body shakes under Dan, clenching around him with your creamy slick and teasing his cock. Dan groans in frustration, his face blazing, he jerks forward and moans as he unloads inside you. A warm, creamy liquid floods you, nearly nonstop, for several seconds.

You heave heavily and sigh in relief when it stops, feeling as though you’ve been filled to the very brim, you feel your stomach bulge slightly. Dan grunts quietly and slowly pulls away, his large form shines with sweat that glows faintly in the light of the lanterns. Hypersensitive, you remain where you are, waiting until the high of the orgasm wears off. You pretend not to notice the erotic wetness of cum pooling and oozing out of you.

“So…” Dan starts breathlessly. “Did you get what you were looking for?”

You don’t answer right away, you take in several gulps of fresh air to clear out your throat.

“I… I did,” you say slowly, a blush remains on your face, “but… I suppose you wouldn’t mind me sticking around for a while?”

“Why is that?” Dan inquires, he reaches down and carefully lifts you high enough for you to climb onto the bed with minimal discomfort.

“Well, there’s… different methods of research…” you reply absently, your body flat on the blankets, their soft embrace already lulling you to sleep.

The bed creaks as a large form climbs on next to you. You hardly react when an arm wraps over your shoulder, the nails gently hold your side. A familiar body heat curls up behind you, Dan’s soft fur still tickles you. The last thing you hear is a quiet, comforting rumble emitting from his throat.

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ectoplasmic-entity · 9 months

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Yooooo, I just wanna ask if I can get a Dan x Reader! But add some smut on the side 😎 (it can be any scenario lmao)

Here ya go, anon! I decided to try out a scenario involving quick sex.

I hope you don't mind that I decided to write a male reader, I haven't written that yet .3.

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Short but heavy kissing sequence, a bit of foreplay, semi-public sex, semi-clothed sex, quick sex

Words: 3k+

Time moves too slowly for you. Stiff, wooden chairs, you decide, aren’t good for you. To the point you’d rather sit on someone’s lap than feel your butt go numb. You shift around anxiously in your seat. It’s not that you have any physical or medical ailments. Frustration boils in your gut and impatience sways your mindset.

The meeting was supposed to have begun by now. It seems, though, that the other members are taking their sweet time to arrive.

Genuinely, you wish you aren’t here right now. You’d rather be back home with your partner and get up in whatever shenanigans he causes. Or just have some time to yourselves without interruption.

Your arms fold down on the table, you lean forward. The empty, dim lit room looms over you. A sense of isolation washes over you. Antique furniture sits all around you, their creeping silence deafens you. The longer you stare at them, the more you almost expect the furniture to spring to life just to take away the emptiness.

Your insides twist with the discomfort of longing. Your heart drums in your chest, and you feel goosebumps tingle on your skin. You press your legs together, and your skin continues to tingle with phantom touches that you are familiar with, yet it seems so far away.

A sharp inhale and a slow exhalation. You shiver with a much deeper sense of longing.

You rest your head on your arms, try to relax. Likewise, you close your eyes to stave off the crushing isolation. Focus on calming yourself on the inside. Another deep inhale.

The empty conference room’s bare, dull colours seem persistent on making sure you know you’re alone. The walls stand above you, it stretches up and up. The ceiling at one point seems far away, and you get dizzy looking at it. Then it suddenly appears closer, and you can’t help feel the nauseating claustrophobia it brings.

Without realizing it, you stand straight up, the chair clatters behind you. Your mind wanders far away, the thrum of your heart leads you to what you desire the most. Right into the arms of your partner, whose presence is as ominous as it is powerful.

Your skin tingles.

His name on the tip of your tongue. “Dan…”

You look right up ahead, your eyes glance around in suspicion. You’re almost certain you can feel the walls watching.

If no one’s coming, not even a single one of them…then you don’t need to be here. You’re just wasting your time.

A grin appears on your face, it tightly pulls your facial muscles with internal excitement. You scoot past the elongated table and make a brisk walk for the doors. There is a small skip in your step as you get closer.

Footsteps echo off, getting quieter and quieter. As though it affirms that you’re free to go. Hand around the brass knob, an antiquated squeak emits as you turn it.

You jolt in shock when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. A deep, low voice speaks in your ear.

“What’s my favourite human doing?”

Your heart races. You involuntarily shiver and exhale slowly.

Tentatively, you guide your hand behind you. It feels something of a curve and how it feels particularly muscular. The drum of your heart gradually thunders in anticipation. A warmth swells in your chest.

The name balances on your tongue, though you don’t say it because you already know who it is.

“What are you doing here?” You ask in exasperation.

There is a deep sigh of contention. The arms unwrap and pull away from you, allowing you to turn on the spot. You press yourself against the doors once you're face to face with him.

Muscular arms in a fold and a neutral expression on Dan’s face. You suck in your cheeks on the inside of your mouth. You honestly do consider yourself a lucky man to have someone like Dan, it’s not often a guy has a handsome ghost standing over him.

“Dan, how did you get in?” You ask again, with not as much exasperation.

“Isn’t it obvious? The door was open,” Dan says, he points past you.

Your mouth hangs open for a moment before you close it. A huff of amusement and resignation emits from your throat. You shake your head playfully.

A mischievous grin spread across Dan’s face. Dan leans in close to you, your faces only inches apart. There is a quiet thump as one of his hands presses against the door to hold it shut. Your body jitters and a tingle touches down your spine that causes you to arch your back a bit.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask quietly.

“You,” Dan responds.

His other hand comes up to your face and gently takes hold of it. Your lips twitch, but you don’t say anything, your focus fixates on the sudden surge of emotions bursting from your nerves. Your heart accelerates in return.

Two sturdy fingers strokes and caress your cheekbone and jawline. Dan watches with a certain kind of affection as your expression relaxes and close your eyes at the gentle touches.

Seeing your vulnerability has exhilaration course through Dan. Like fire in his ectoblood. He leans in closer and before either of you know it, your lips meet. It’s an intoxicating mix of passion and frustration.

“Mm…” you twist your body and warmth rushes up your face. You lean deeper into the kiss.

Dan breathes heavily, tasting every bit of you he can get. His ghost core picks up the pace, a surge of energy shoots through him. A lustful haze fills his mind, your soft and warm skin feels like an acid that slowly eats away at him.

How Dan wishes he could sweep you right off your feet and ravish you.

You pant softly and your body quivers. Adrenaline fills you with every kiss from Dan. It’s like a lightning rod that touches every part of you, your heart works harder and harder. The blood pounds in your ears and waves of heat wash over you.

You tense up. A hand slowly slides down between your legs, making you quiver violently. Your heart races and your mind is suddenly crystal clear.

“Dan,” you say softly between the kisses, “Dan, please, not here.”

The kiss breaks when Dan pulls away with a confused expression. He takes his hand away as well, fingers flexing.

“I thought you missed me?” He retorts with a smug smile.

“This isn’t the place,” you say a little snappily. “Let’s go-”

“Why not?” Dan stops you, his face softens a bit. “It’s just the two of us.”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at the thought.

“Someone could walk in on us!”

“Then it’ll be a quick one, alright?” Dan leans toward you again. Both of his hands are flat on the doors. “When we get home, I’ll ravish you all you like.”

While your mind protests against the notion, the overwhelming desire and emotion in your heart overrides the rationale. You steady your breathing. To be frank, Dan has been on your mind all day. Your heart thumps loudly, as though it agrees.

You look up at Dan and wrap your arms around his neck. “It’d better be quick.”

“If you grabbing my ass is anything to go by, I’d say you were waiting to fuck me.” Dan wraps one arm around you and pulls you close to his body.

You feel the stinging prick of his nails digging into you.

Your breath shudders, you lower one of your hands and place it on Dan’s chest. Elation churns inside you, a hot urging sensation floods every inch of your body.

“M-maybe…” You utter out, your eyes cast downward. A single finger traces the outline of the DP emblem. Dan’s tone chest rises up and down with your motions.

“Just focus on me, love,” Dan says in a low voice. “I’ll make you feel good in no time.”

Your hands reflexively tighten, and you press closer to Dan. His ghostly aura flares with emotion and his body radiates warmth which you bask in as much as possible. You push yourself against him some more.

You jump a little when you feel pressure on your groin. One glance down, a gentle squeeze from Dan forces a small gasp out of you. Your heart beats violently in your chest and your legs quiver.

Another, tighter squeeze.

Blood rushing through you brings forth yet another wave of warmth. Your face blazes with desire, and it works its way down. Your muscles twitch in anticipation, and you press your legs together shyly, a tight and warm sensation swells up.

“Mmm…” Dan hums softly. “Aren’t you excited.”

He loosens his grip and presses his palm against your groin. You tense and squirm around under his touch. Grinning, Dan slowly moves his hand up and down. Almost immediately, a lurch of pleasure from you greets him.

You press your back against Dan’s arm and the door, your body twists with the tingles of pleasure. Your limbs twitch as if a switch inside you turns on. A tight, warm, and straining sensation forms in your pants. You thrust your pelvis forward with shaky gasps.

Dan continues to rub you, relishing in the soft, moaning sounds you make. Every so often, Dan digs his fingers in deeper between your legs. He feels you gradually harden in stimulus, to a point there is a visible bulge.

Smiling slyly, Dan rubs faster. The fabric of his glove creates friction with the fabric of your pants.

You arch your body; a sweltering buzz numbs your lower body. You shove yourself into Dan’s hand, your knees buckle with an intense feeling that goes through them.

You cling onto his muscular body with the silent plea to keep going.

Dan’s hand rubs and presses harder and harder on your crotch. His fingers methodically stroke the curve of your member, oh so lovingly hitting all the right spots. Zaps of pleasure causes you to heave your body, you feel your throat is full of emotion and yet you can’t expel it all at once.

The tightness in your pants goes from a mild discomfort to your member wanting to escape the confines. The bulge is more visible than ever, hard and erect. Dan lets you go and presses his lower body against yours.

You whimper quietly and shiver. “P-please…hurry…”

“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Dan lightly teases.

He places his hands on your sides – you quiver in response – and slowly slides them down. They touch down the curves of your body, feeling you up through your clothes. Sharp nails lightly trail along, leaving a stinging, nerve busting sensation in their wake.

The hands stop at your pants. You shift around in uncertainty.

You become still as the tightness in your pants loosens, a blush makes its way across your face as your member twitches up. You feel the sharp nails trailing on your sensitive skin. Cool air hits you as the fabric falls down to your feet.

You shiver violently, one because of relief that your length is free, and throbs for the attention you desire so. The second is that you’re now half naked in front of Dan, in a semi-public space no less. Your body seems to go weak with ecstasy, your muscles rapidly clench and unclench, and you expel quick, shaky breaths.

You jerk back in surprise when Dan pushes his groin against your bare half. You can’t help shudder in delight with Dan’s bulge rubbing the underside of your shaft. All your ‘pressure’ points are tense and tingle intensely.

“Was there something you wanted to say?” Dan asks, his hand holds your chin and firmly tilts your head up.

He slowly presses himself harder against you, your blood pounds through your veins.

“…me,” you mumble out unintelligibly and shyly.

“I can’t hear you.” Dan leans in close to your ear.

“Fuck me.” You breathe out heavily, beads of sweat begin to form on your face. “Please…fuck me.”

A pair of strong hands grip your bare butt, squeezing it. You press your legs together in embarrassment.

“I’m so glad you asked,” Dan says with a wide, fanged grin.

He takes one hand to his belt and quickly undoes it, it falls away with a quiet click. There is a quiet grunt from Dan as he works to undo his pants. He unknowingly thrusts himself outwards, and you get a glimpse of a very visible bulge. You swallow thickly.

The gulp turns into a deep, biting inhale to hold back a small sound that attempts to escape your throat. Dan’s thick, throbbing member emerges from his pants. You stare silently as he stands up straight and looms over you. Dan has a lustful gaze in his deep red eyes as he looks over you.

“I hope you’re ready to take me in,” Dan says in a low, husky voice.

It reaches deep into your mind, your heart thumps loudly. You wordlessly nod as he picks you up.

Before you know it, the two of you are on one of the chairs around the table. Dan is on the chair itself while you settle on his lap. He has you turn around and face away from him, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

Dan immediately grabs your thighs in a firm grip, he positions his member directly under you so that it seems like you’re sitting on top of it. It rubs up with yours, your insides clench in delight at the contact.

Then you find yourself unable to move around. You feel a tug on your thighs, a glance down, and you squirm in embarrassment. Dan pulls your thighs wide apart so that you’re completely exposed.

You breathe heavily, your chest expands and deflates.

You freeze up as you feel Dan position himself under you, his member slowly slips in but stops just before your hole. The tip barely touches the tender flesh.

“Relax,” Dan says soothingly, enunciating with a deeper tone. “Ready?”

You breathe shakily and nod. A wave of emotions swirls up in you, from your gut all the way up to your throat.

You tense up, legs stiff and quivery as a thick and warm mass slides inside you. Then you jerk in response, discomfort lightly tingles through you.

Dan groans softly as he eases himself into you. Your warmth clenching around him becomes a point of fixation. He inhales deeply, the intoxicating taste of euphoria floods him. Every breath seems like Dan is slipping deeper and deeper into you, earnestly taking you all at once.

In and out.

Your nerves explode with sensations and emotions that you can’t describe. There is no way to do so, all you know is that they seep deep within you. Something that unlocks your innate wants and desires and makes your heart dance.

You lightly bounce up and down with every thrust, twisting your body to feel the thrusts hit home deeper and deeper. You fall back against Dan’s body, you heave a breath of euphoria. Your legs jitter uncontrollably and a rush of blood pounds your throat.

Dan pulls you closer and tightly to him, he lifts your legs up high and at an angle. You have little choice but to awkwardly dangle there, though you barely notice since a hot, lustful haze fills your head.

Jutting into your body, Dan feels you tense around him. He grits his teeth with a soft groan. Every little sound he makes seems to expand more and more energy. Shivers tease his muscles into clenching and twitching.

Thrusting faster and harder, the hot, tight sensation around him, and the sound of your whimpers dissolving into quiet cries of pleasure.

All of it feels so good. So right. A dizzying sensation hits the both of you.

Heat blazes on Dan’s face, he bares his fangs as he forcefully thrusts upwards. Lightning shoots through his body in a numbing buzz. Dan’s member throbs and twitches deep inside you.

You grunt at the sudden force of Dan’s thrusts, a fireball that explodes inside of you. You suck in your gut. You bite back a cry, it jolts you. An overwhelming sense of numb and heat washes over you.

You stiffen, pants huff out of you. You arch your body, quivering. One of your arms wraps over Dan’s arm to hang on to him for support. A wet warmth pools under you, you twist away from it, but it sticks to you.

Dan slows the thrusting, you hear him mumble something and then grunt a bit loudly.

A pleasurable sting explodes in your lower body.

Panting hotly, Dan shifts around and repositions himself on the spot. His length twitches and throbs to the point of discomfort. Dan groans and jerks forward to ease the feeling.

He twitches violently.

Warmth erupts inside you. You sit up straight with a loud moan as you feel a sticky liquid fill you up on the inside. You try to close your legs, Dan prevents you from doing so.

Dan grunts in relief. He focuses on the wetness dripping from him, leaking from you as you sit stiffly on top of him. Dan’s ghost core thuds and a tingle crawls up his spine. He leans forward, easing himself deeper into the sticky mess.

You sit there in silence; your brain numbs and your face flushes all over. A liquid warmth settles deep within you. You swallow thickly and deeply, your insides and muscles churn and twitch in zeal.

“That…” Dan starts out slowly to break the silence. “Could’ve been better.”

You barely turn to pin him with a look.

Before Dan can respond, a faint bang interrupts him. The two of you perk up, wondering what it could be. Voices are heard chattering away loudly, it carries imminent alert.

You squirm around in panic. “What if someone sees us!?”

“Let them come,” Dan states with a sly smile, the blush on his face didn’t exactly fade away.

You levy panicking looks between Dan and the doors that were sure to burst open any moment. You don’t like how calm he is.

Then, just as the double doors burst open, Dan grabs you closer. Even before the first footsteps into the conference room, the two of you vanish into thin air. As if you were never there at all.

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