You gasped as Dick’s hands slid up your dress and his hot mouth moved across your neck. The wall of the decommissioned base, dug into your back as Dick’s body pressed into yours.
Big calloused hands gripped bare asscheeks and dick made an intrigued sound against the column of your throat. “No panties, Darlin’?” He asked with that teasing edge that drew you to him. He pulled away to look at you and you felt heat up the back of your neck, as rough hands squeezed your ass.
You met his gaze undaunted. “Want you,” you panted softly into the warmth between your bodies
“Been wantin’ you all week.” You squeezed your thighs around his waist to emphasize your point. “Don’chu want me?”
Blinking slowly at each other, between one breath and the next, your mouths were back together in a searing matrimony.
Dick groaned, darker hands pressing you closer, hands moved up to cup your jaw, fingers massaging in that way that insisted you “open up”.
When you whined, his mouth slanted hot against your own, slick tongue slipping against your own and you savored it.
His kisses were always all consuming. The messy hot perfect way his tongue danced with your own while his hands held you tight against him. The heat of it made you grind into him and clutch at him.
Hands roaming ravenously from his shoulders to his chest, you worked open the buttons of his shirt, until his shirt revealed dark scared skin.
Greedily you touched the buffet given to you, desperate to remember this moment. Burn it into your memory until you can recall it with clarity, laying in your bed at night.
Dick let it fall off his left arm, as his hands left your jaw, before replacing its twin’s place holding you up, to do the same with his right arm.
Not for the first time, you were reminded of how strong Dick was and it sent a shiver up your spine.
For him to be able to hold you, no trouble, one handed?
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Introduction and Rules
Hello and welcome to the spookiest (and smuttiest) month of the year! Every day of October, I will be posting a new fic that follows prompts created by @ the-purity-pen! And this year is looking like the year of the Joes (specifically Mr. Quinn and Mr. Keery).
Minors (AKA anyone under 17) please do not interact or you will be blocked. Every fic will have a custom tag warning of potentially triggering content so please review them if any apply to you, otherwise read at your own risk.
All of these fics are Not Safe For Work and female reader inserts. My works are also written with black/ biracial readers in mind (which basically just meaning there’s no blushing and limited hair pulling). IF THESE DO NOT APPLY TO YOU, YOU ARE STILL MORE THAN WELCOME TO READ AND INTERACT WITH IT (as long as you’re over 18)
And if you enjoy these works and would like to see more, please feel free to reblog and/or leave a comment to let me know!
First Week (prompts #1-7)
(Links to fics will be added when they become available!)
- DAY 1 : Tom Grant [69 // Dirty Talk]
- DAY 2 : Eddie Munson [A/B/O // Floor Sex]
- DAY 3 : Tom Grant [Anal // Glove Kink]
- DAY 4 : Steve Harrington [Breathplay // Missionary]
- DAY 5 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Breeding // Leather/ Latex]
- DAY 6 : Prince Paul I [Cockwarming // Morning Sex]
- DAY 7 : Steve Harrington [Costumes // Sex Toys]
Second Week (prompts #8-14)
- DAY 8 : Steve Harrington [Creampie // Voice Kink]
- Day 9 : Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson [Double Penetration // Stripping]
- Day 10 : Leonard Bast [Drunk Sex // Spanking]
- Day 11 : Eddie Munson [Erotic Photos // Rimming]
- Day 12 : Kurt Kunkle [Exhibitionism // Hate/ Angry Sex]
- Day 13 : Eddie Munson [Face Sitting/ Fucking // Dry Humping]
- Day 14 : Kurt Kunkle [Fisting // Love Bites/ Marks]
Third Week (prompts #15-21)
- Day 15 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Group Sex // Overstimulation]
- Day 16 : Prince Paul I [Bath/ Shower Sex // Intercrural Sex]
- Day 17 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Licking // Pegging]
- Day 18 : Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson [Bondage // Lingerie]
- Day 19 : Leonard Bast [Boot Worship // Masturbation]
- Day 20 : Tom Grant [Dirty Dancing // Mirror Sex]
- Day 21 : Kurt Kunkle [Nipple Play // Praise Kink]
Fourth Week (prompts #22-28)
- Day 22 : Kurt Kunkle [Object Insertion // Phone Sex]
- Day 23 : Steve Harrington [Food Play // Orgasm Denial]
- Day 24 : Eddard Stark [Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex]
- Day 25 : Kurt Kunkle [Pet Play // Sex Pollen]
- Day 26 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Sexting // Wax Play]
- Day 27 : Leonard Bast [Sensory Deprivation // Stockings]
“Ow!”
“Hold still, Arvin, or the swelling won’t go down.”
Arvin flinched as you gently pressed a frozen bag of peas against his swollen eye. Arvin had gotten into another fight with a guy at school. This was nothing new when it came to looking out for his step-sister, Lenora. The difference was that he got into a fight over you. When you brought up in conversation with Arvin how one of your male classmates was picking on you and saying racist shit to you whenever you crossed paths, Arvin decided to take matters into his own hands. Even though it meant taking a few hits himself in the process.
“M’sorry…” Arvin mumbled in his southern drawl.
“Why’d you do it?” You asked, looking at him.
“You know why,” Arvin countered, setting down the bag of peas. “Racist son of a bitch had it comin’. I wasn’t gonna let him get away with talkin’ to you like that.”
“You can’t keep gettin’ into fights like that, Arvin. What if you get suspended from school or those guys decide to come after you when your back is turned?”
“It don’t matter. All that matters is that they ain’t gonna bother you no more.”
“But it does, Arvin. I’m not worth the trouble. The last thing I want for you to do is get hurt because of me.”
Arvin took both your hands in his and gently pressed a kiss against the back of each one before he squeezed them. “You are to me, (Name). You my girl, so I’m gonna look out for you come hell or high water. Please, lemme do this for you.”
You couldn’t hide the smile that graced your lips at the conviction behind his words or the way he affectionately kissed the back of your hands. As much as you disliked Arvin getting into fights, you admired his resolve to fight for you the only way he knew how. You gently placed your hand against his face, stroking his cheek before you closed your eyes and leaned forward to press your lips against his in a tender kiss. Arvin eagerly kissed you back, parting his lips slightly to take your bottom lip between his teeth and nibble on it. He gently brushed his tongue along your bottom lip before he slowly broke the kiss. He gently rubbed his nose against yours and smiled.
“Just make sure you come back to me in one piece, you hear me?” You gently poked Arvin in the chest.
“You know I always do,” Arvin said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Done as apart of @pervysenpaix Wildest Dreams Event
tags: cunnilingus, masturbation, dom/sub dynamics
Summary:Your shitty exes keep getting murdered but the police can never prove it’s you.
It’s not your fault that a demon is in love with you and keeps killing them after they fuck up
“Did you hear? Another one was found dead. Out by the roads to town.”
What? That makes the 6th one. Aren’t they going to arrest her already?”
“No, didn’t you hear? Every time another is slain, she’s had an alibi. They can’t prove she’s done any of it.”
You hear the voices as you pass by, pulling the hood to your cloak tighter, hastening your pace on the cobblestone street. The faster you got back to your cottage the better.
Fast as you can, you make your way out of town. Ignoring the way they glared at you and hurry back to your cottage. Overhead the dark clouds lurk ominous and foreboding.
Scurrying through your front door. You slam the door as you hold your hand to it to magically lock it. You walk through your cottage, waving a hand to light the fireplace, before making your way to your workshop.
Opening the door reveals a spiraling staircase and a flick of your wrist lights the torches as you descend. The tome is held firmly in your hand, as you steal your nerves. As your feet hit the landing you walk determinedly up a torch lit corridor, until you come to your workshop door.
Pushing it open and stepping in, your eyes fall on the demon secured in the Devi;’s Trap, painted in the middle of your floor.
The creature rests cross legged, staring at the door.
“Hello my love,” Hell blackened lungs breathe. “How was your day?”
You glare furiously at the creature, noting how nothing is out of place in the room, choosing not to speak. Not at all seeming to mind, the demon continues.
“Did you like my gift?”
The door slams behind you as you stalk into the room to slam the tome on your desk. “You mean Chisaki Kai and his slit throat and missing hands.” There’s real anger in your voice.
The entity snorted and around the room you watched shadows writhe. “It was less than he deserved, but I could only do so much in the amount of time. You needed a plausible alibi after all.” Touya smirked roguishly.
You growl as your magic flares around you, “I never asked for your help!”
Touya’s smirk disappears. Their air in the room stills. When he speaks, his tone is light, but the power behind his words carries all the weight of his kind.
“You never need ask for my help, for you are mine and I am yours.” Preternatural turquoise eyes are eclipsed by black as the demon gazes at you possessively. “No matter who courts you, who you give your heart to, my loyalty will be yours.”
His head tilts and the movement could be viewed as playful if the lines of his body didn’t radiate tension. “My protection will always be yours and those that hurt you or defame your name will know the wrath of the First Prince of Hell.”
The flames of your fireplace turned blue as well as all the candles lit around the room.
“You cannot keep murdering people in my name!”
The Demon stands up at that. Stands tall and defiant and you watch as flames start licking up blackened flesh. “ Those men,” the word is spat with so much derision it makes you flinch. “Tried to harm you. Yo Shindo deceived you about his intentions and when you confronted him about it, he struck you.”
Your mouth opens and closes with no defense.
“Chisaki Kai, wanted to use your abilities to find a way to put an end to all magic and seduced you to gain your confidence.”
The image of the Plague Doctor strung up outside his house, hands missing and throat slit from ear to ear.
“Nine, wanted to drain you of your power and use it for his own purposes.”
Gray hair stained red as the head it’s attached to rest on a pike, in the middle of the village.
“They were unworthy scum in the face of your perfection and I won’t apologize for ending their miserable existence.” The flames are at his feet now, circling angrily as the creature stares you down. They grow and writhe until they flair out over the Devil’s trap.
The bright flash near blinds you and throws up your arm to shield your eyes. When the light subsides, you see the trap is burnt out and Touya smiles at you, taking one long stride out of it.
You eyes widen and you scramble back, throwing your arm out to cast and finding nothing happening. The demon tshs as he continues his approach. “Now Darling you know you can’t harm me. Those lovely magic tricks you have won’t do anything to me. At least not anything harmful.”
He’s closer now and you try to scramble for the door, turning to try and grasp for the know, but, to your astonishment it’s gone. The whole door is and before you can utter your confusion, sinful hands have taken hold of you.
They’re so hot you can feel them through the velvet of your dress, where they rest on your hips. Touya is pressed flush against you and you hold your breath. He buries his nose in the hollow of your neck where your pulse thrums wildly.
“I missed you, Y/n. I missed you everyday, I've been trapped down here.”
You close your eyes at his soft tone, knowing that if you listened, if you let it wash over you like it used to in the early days, you would fall.
Hands slide up your body, feeling the curve of soft flesh. “I’ve missed how you feel.” Blackened hands caress over your breasts.
“Touya—” You know where he’s going with this. Where it will lead you.
“How you sound.” Those same dark clawed hands cut easily through the front of your dress and those hot fingers pinched dark nipples, making you whimper.
“How sweet you taste.” A long hot forked tongue wraps around your throat in a long lick(It’s giving Venom), before it slithers back into its owner’s mouth. A hand moves from your breast to unlace the back of your dress.
“Please tell me I can, Darling. Tell me I can. Tell me I can and I will fall to my knees and give you everything. Those mismatched lips kissed at brown skin of your shoulder, as his whispered pleas do their best to ensnare you.
You can feel it now. That dark part of you you tried to suppress, that went against everything your teacher had tried and instill in you. The malignant magic that writhed when you saw the consequences for each man that had wronged you. Their broken mutilated bodies strung up for the townspeople to see and take heed that the Witch of the Wood was not to be trifled with.
They all thought you had done it. And in a way you had. The Prince of Hell your father bound you to before you were even born, had been at your beck and call from a young age. He’d been your playmate, your friend, your confidant.
The only one you’d ever had, living out in the woods by yourself.
Until you started to study under your teacher. Your teacher warned you away from the Dark Arts and looked down on Touya for what he was. Who stressed that you mustn’t let his influence corrupt you.
He had thought Touya a simple imp playing around with a human girl, until he didn’t. Until he’d learned the truth. And that night had been his last.
He had tried to banish him. Exorcize him.
It had been the last thing he did.
But you had witnessed it. Not the man trying to condemn him back to Hell, but Touya tearing the man’s throat out with his teeth In this very room.
You had rushed back home unclear on why you were in agony, only to find Touya ripping your teacher’s throat out.
Before he knew what was happening you had him sealed in the Devil’s trap, power and all. His only power was to command those in her service and they were his eyes and ear. His instrument of vengeance.
But now here you stood in his arms. With him begging to stay like this. To worship you like he used to, how can you turn him away?
“Back up.”
And oh. It was said in that voice. He missed that voice.
He took a wide step back and watched as you turn around. Upon seeing your face his knees almost gave out.
The deep brown of your eyes have turned a molten gold and you look at him with hunger. Touya can feel your magic sing through the room and wash over. He whimpers at the first non oppressive touch of your power in a year.
Turquoise eyes meet gold and for a beat neither of you say anything.
“Kneel.”
Touya’s knees are on the ground before you even finish speaking.
“Banish our clothes.”
You both stood naked in no time. He stares up at you as you take in his nude state. He knows how you must enjoy looking at where pale skin gives way to the inky black stain of hell on him. You love how he looks, how it covers his jaw and under his eyes. How it travels down his body in patches.
At first he thought you human sensibilities would find him repulsive, but that time you convinced him to bathe with you in the hot spring, you had traced nimble fingers over his marks looking so sincere when you called him “pretty.”
Later that had changed to “Pretty Lil’ Thing,” kissed into his skin as you sat on that long inhuman tongue and gushed on his face.
That same night you’d lead his hands to the darker parts of you, you referred to as “hyper pigmented,” and he touched every expanse of skin reverently.
He wants that tonight.
He watches the rise and fall of your chest, admiring plump dard breasts and the hard nipples left in his wake. He longs to wrap his mouth around them.
“Come.” The imperious lilt to your voice had him hard as soon as he heard it, but now his thick length, bobs between his thighs, dripping with pre-cum. Whimpers as he crawls to kneel at your feet, head level with your pussy.
He hadn’t seen it in a year and couldn’t help stare longingly at you there. Your hair was kept trim as he remembered you liking to keep it, and the flesh was darker there. He always liked that, he knew it was a simple part of your biology, but it reminded him of the women of his home.
He inhales deep and bites his lip as the smell of your wet cunt fills his senses. His hands reach out and are roving up your thighs, pulling them apart. He presses you back into the wall, throwing thick thighs over his shoulders, before pressing his face into the fat wet softness of your pussy and whining.
His nose nudges you clit pleasurably, as skilled lips and tongue kiss at your cunt, like a shy lover would kiss his long lost paramour. You can’t help but bury dark hands in white hair and grind against his face.
“Shit Touya!” You groan low, savoring how the centuries old demon is desperate to taste you, even after a year of confinement. “So good for me.” You scratch dainty fingers across his scalp. He whimpers into your mound and pulls away slightly, to look up at you.
You can feel his tongue elongate as he gazed worshipfully into your eyes. His thick tongue thrusts into your hot core, sending pleasure coursing through you. Rough tastebuds drag on the underside of your clit and Touya’s cock jumps from the way your walls ripple around him.
Big clawed hands grasp harshly at dark thighs, doin their best not to draw blood. He grips you so hard, you know there will be bruises later and that thought makes you cant your hips forward.
The long agile tongue wriggles inside you, fucking you deep. The forked tip whirls inside you, causing your thighs to quake around his head.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck—Eat me, fucking—Ah!”
Holding back the shout in your throat was not an option, when you could feel his tongue sink deeper and the tip circles your cervix.
“Touya!”
Touya stares rapturously into your eyes, black overtaking turquoise, fug satisfaction blooming in his chest like a meadow in spring. He keeps the curve of his tongue dragging against your clit and he licks tortuously at your cervix.
Your cream is being dragged out on his tongue and with each thrust and he swallows it down on every thrust. He savors it as you get louder and louder.
Below, his dick leaks, heavily on the stones floor, making a small puddle. He moves a shadowed hand to stroke it. He grips himself harshly, just as you would, and strokes quickly. He keens, moving his tongue furious, wanting to make you cum, before for him. Wanting to taste you, feel you quiver and shake apart for him.
He licks at the deepest part of you more, before you feel the fork prod at the entrance there. Feeling it get licked was enough to have you shaking, but the pressure of that fat tongue slipping into your womb, was enough to have you convulsing on the man’s face.
Touya could feel your magic whip around the room, lashing out as you creamed on your demon’s tongue.
Hands hold his face to your pussy and you scream as cum. Feeling him fuck you like thar, it too much. Your cunt contracts over and over and from the way he pants and around his own tongue, you know he can feel it too.
“Yesfuckshit—Touya! Eat my pussy!—Tongue fuck my womb—OhmyfuckingGods—!”
You beg and demand incoherent and desperate as the Prince of Hell, eats you the deepest you’ve ever been ate and he jerks off, desperate from getting to pleasure you like this again. The sweet sharp taste of your pussy, and the way your magic laps at his corrupted soul, finally sends him over the edge and he empties heavy balls on your workshop floor.
In the breathless aftermath, Touya dislodges his tongue from your cunt and extracates himself from between your thighs, to take you into his arms, on the floor. He Puts his back to the wall, careful to avoid his puddle of cum, and spoons you against his chest as your eyes start to fade and your lids droop. His own eyes have gone back to their own pretty Turquoise, as his rest his chin in the hollow of your neck and wraps blackened arms around you.
“Mine,” It’s whispered into the sweat slick skin of a bronze shoulder, as he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep, under the glow of blue flames.
