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KINKtober: Day 30

Hiddles wagon is rolling 😏

KINK: Formal Wear ft. Tom Hiddleston; As requested by: @eevee-of-rivia​​; Words: 321; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

He took your right hand in his and brought the underside of your wrist to his lips, “You’re wearing your necklace. Were you thinking about me when you put it on?”

You gasped as the fingers on his left hand traced the line of sapphires to the hollow of your neck. “Yes,” you replied, taking in a ragged breath.

Tom swiftly pulled you against him, bending his head down to kiss you hungrily. You returned the kiss eagerly, clutching the front of his shirt.

“If you want me to stop then you need to walk away now,” Tom whispered in your ear when the kiss finally broke.

“Who said anything about stopping, Hiddles?” With that, you shoved him against the wall.

You bit his lower lip, urging him to touch you. This made him lose all rational thought.

“Fuck, you really should wear your suits more often…” you rasped against his mouth, “The way the sleeves of this jacket wrap around your biceps…” running your hand up and down his arm you let out a little gasp, “fucking criminal.”

Tom turned you around, pressing your back against the bookshelf, lifting up your evening dress around your waist while removing your silk stockings and knickers, which he swiftly shoved in his pocket. 

He dropped to his knees and began kissing your inner thigh. You moaned, clutching his shoulders for support. Holding your hips firmly in place with his hands on either side, he ran his tongue over your slit, once, twice, and then stopped to look up at you smiling.

“Having you down on your knees… wearing this suit… the best view in the whole world.”

“I can offer you a deal, darling.” His hot breath tickled your fiery skin. “I’ll wear my suits more often if you promise to wear nothing but those at home…” Tom ran a finger along the line of sapphires at the back of your neck.

“Deal.”

[hardknockwrite]

Day 20- Car Sex (Damon Salvatore)

Whenever your boyfriend parked in an empty car lot, you would get excited. It wasn’t often he let anything happen in his car, but when he did, you knew it was going to be amazing. 

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His lips feverishly met yours as he made quick haste of the buttons on your shorts. He always wore too damn many buttons and he always ended up just ripped off the shirt he had on to quicken the prep process. 

His fingers found their way into your underwear before you had finished working on his belt. An audible gasp left your lips, and in immediate response, a smirk formed on his. He knew the effect he had on you, and he absolutely loved it. 

His fingers made rapid circles on your clit as you shakily finished unbuckling his belt and undoing the buttons of his jeans. 

Just as you finished the buttons, you felt your first wave of euphoria rush over you.

It was going to be a long and glorious night.

[hardknockwrite]

Day 19- Licking (Venom/Eddie Brock)

Dating a man with a symbiote was better than you thought it would be.

Sex would always start as just you and Eddie, but the more Venom watched, the more Venom learned and eventually he wanted a taste of you too. 

His tongue would leave you gasping as he filled you with it. It would pump in and out of you, covering your lower half in drool as it mixed with your release. 

Eddie and Venom would take turns using you for their and your own pleasure. Which afterwards you would always say wasn’t fair. You were only one person and together they were two. 

Eddie would chuckle, and you could hear Venom behind it. “Don’t worry about that. Just lay down and enjoy the ride. Besides, we can’t wait for a taste.”

[hardknockwrite]

Day 18- Against A Window (Tony Stark)

If he didn’t have you pushed against the highest window in Stark tower at least once a week, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

The first few times you were cautious about it. Now it got you excited at just the mere thought of it. You were never the one to take risks, so this was a big thing for you. 

You’d dress in your business best, him in his million-dollar suit and act as if it was business as usual. Though neither of you could take it very long and pretty soon you would be up against the window, skirt hiked up as he took you from behind, his cock stretching you and your breath fogging up the window in front of you.

It was in these moments that you didn;t care if you got caught, you just wanted him.

[hardknockwrite]

Day 17- Toys (Bruce Banner)

Being an Avenger meant long hours. Long hours means less and less time doing things Bruce enjoyed. Like making love to his wife. 

Being an Avenger also meant having to go on missions far away from the woman he loved, which after a while, made things uncomfortable for the both of you. So he insisted on buying you a vibrator for when he was away. 

You had jokingly bought a green one, after the Big Guy, and both him and Bruce found it to be  a great idea. 

It wasn’t long until the cold metal met your clit, you talking in hushed whispers on the phone to your away-from-home husband. 

He would talk you through one orgasm after the other, making sure you were close to being satisfied before he’d start himself. 

It was never as good as the real thing, but it would hold you over. Besides, all good things are worth the wait.

[hardknockwrite]

Day 16- Pegging (Gomez Addams)

“Spread for me, Gomez,” you purred. You knew tonight would be a fun one, especially because he was relinquishing control. 

He quickly did as you said, as excited as you were. He couldn’t wait to feel you sink into him, peg him into oblivion.

This wasn’t something you did often. Sex. Frequently. Pegging? Once a month, max. 

Oh, but every time you did it was heavenly for both of you. 

The way he moaned as you sank into him, lube dripping down his thigh. The adrenaline that would pump through you as you could tell he was getting close to his release.

Yeah, you’d have to do this more often. 

[hardknockwrite]

Day 15- Swallowing (Enzo St. John)

To be on your knees in front of the man you love was truly a godsend. To see him almost over the edge, his fist in your hair as you bobbed up and down on his cock, was almost too much. 

You had only gone down on him a couple times before and each time was even better than the last. Each time you got better at taking him completely in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to make him buck his hips. 

Every time you’d do something so filthy, he couldn’t help but lose it.

“Damn love,” you heard from above you, his thickly accented voice downed in lust. “You’re doing so well. Gonna take it all for me?” 

You could barely contain your excitement. You loved taking it all and you loved how proud he was of you each time you did. You couldn’t wait to be his good girl.

[hardknockwrite]

Day 14- Suspension (Peter Parker)

You had been bratty all day. Between college classes and Stark Industries, you had felt neglected and decided that in order to make up for it, you’d be difficult.

Peter could tell what was going on, but he wasn’t gonna make it easy for you. He wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of getting your way. At least that’s what he had you thinking.

You were always down for him using his Spidey skills in the bedroom. Whether the new strength and speed or the ever-erotic webbing, you always enjoyed it. 

“You alright, Princess?” his voice sounded in your ear. You were webbed up, unable to move, and so ready. Or so you thought. 

You felt the vibrations on your clit and it made you jerk. You looked up to where Peter was standing to see him holding the remote. 

“I’ve got some work to do, so be good for me and don’t go anywhere. Oh, don’t pout baby, you’ve been begging all week.”

[hardknockwrite]

Day 13: Lace (Edward Cullen)

As old-fashioned as your boyfriend was, even he knew he couldn’t deny how you looked for very long. 

You had finally realized that marriage was for you, and if you were going to marry anyone, it would be the vampire you had fallen in love with.

Being married meant a honeymoon. A honeymoon only you began with excitement. It was only until he saw you in the négligée Alice had picked out for you had his mind began to change. 

He had never had much thought about lingerie or even you in lingerie. 

It was white lace that made you look like an angel standing before him, and he knew by the end of the night he would be on his knees in front of you. 

[hardknockwrite]

Day 12: Against A Wall (John Wick)

The minute you felt your back hit the wall, you knew you were in trouble. He never fucked you in public, but brattiness was not in the cards tonight. You dealt your hand anyways. 

The look in his eyes as he led you from your table at the Continental to the restrooms down the hall had you quivering. You just had to open your mouth.

When you felt your back hit the wall and him pull your underwear to the side, you had all of 10 seconds to prepare yourself. His fingers quickly find your clit and he rubs just long enough to get you dripping. 

The second he felt you run down his fingers, he stopped. You knew this was as much of a punishment he could give you in public. You also knew this was him letting you off easy. 

You apologized quickly after acting like a brat, and that worked in your favor. 

Tonight was not the night to do that again, and you wouldn’t. Besides, you prefer a happy John anyways.

[hardknockwrite]

Day 11: Pool Sex (Bill Skarsgård)

Having his own pool made moments like this so much easier. You were doing your morning laps and it took everything in his power to not dive right in and take you against the side of the pool. 

This morning, however, his willpower wasn’t as strong. 

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One of his strong hands was on your waist, your bathing suit bottoms floating a few feet away. His other hand had become occupied with rubbing your clit, his mouth leaving marks on the side of your neck. 

You couldn’t contain the moans coming from your lips and this time he didn’t mind if the neighbors heard. He would milk every single sound out of you, from small whimpers to screams of ecstasy. He wanted it all.

His fingers slid into you and you held onto him for dear life. You could feel your release building and he could easily tell you were close.

“Let go for me, darling. But just so you know, I’m not done.”

[hardknockwrite]

Day 10: Double Penetration (Hellboy)

“R-red,” was all you were able to muster as the tip of his tail quickly rubbed your clit. He couldn’t help the smirk on his face as he watched, and felt, you get wetter. 

You knew what he was doing. He liked to prep you to take him. He wanted to make sure you were slick enough that he could slide right in with little to no discomfort on your part. 

Being half-demon made his dick a bit bigger than the ones of a human male, but you never minded. Especially because he knew how to use it. 

Within moments he had you ready, but he didn’t stop. With his tail still going, he slid into you, a loud moan leaving his lips as he did. 

He didn’t know how long he’d last with you feeling that good, but hopefully you would finish together.

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KINKtober: Day 29

My fav Swede 😏

KINK: Mile High Club ft. Alexander Skarsgard; As requested by: @penwieldingdreamer​; Words: 391; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

The first class cabin was quiet save for the roar of air around the plane. You’ve been up in the air for two hours, and you could feel how your eyes in the back of your head were turning bloodshot from all of the tension. Your head was aching, and in an attempt to soothe the pressure on your temples you reached back and pulled the elastic out of your hair, releasing the ponytail and sending your hair tumbling in loose waves over your shoulders.

“We need to use the bathroom,” you whispered, voice choked.

“I think you mean you, baby.”

Opening your eyes again, you fixed him with a remarkably clear gaze, only slightly bloodshot, “No, Alex,” you murmured. “I mean we.”

Alexander let you go first, although he didn’t want to let you out of his sight.

You slammed him against the wall immediately, your face buried in his throat. “What took you so long?” you panted, as your fingers yanked at the hem of his shirt.

Alex closed his eyes, letting his arms dangle as you pushed his shirt up and ran your hands over his chest. “I got caught in a crash with the drinks cart,” he told you, moaning softly as your hot mouth covered his left nipple. “Fuck, baby…”

There’s next to no room to maneuver in the small space, but you’re flexible enough. Somehow you got his sweatshirt off and your own t-shirt and mini-skirt followed it right away. To Alex’s amusement, you were wearing Care Bear panties. “Taking the good girl vibe a bit far, aren’t you, baby?” He murmured, leaning forward to nuzzle your hair as your hands tear at the fly of his jeans.

“I can be a good girl,” you argued, managing to unzip his fly and shoving his jeans down his legs. Straightening up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and purred, “Very good, in fact.”

“Mmm, the best.” He darted out his tongue to taste your lips and heard you whimper in response. “What got you so wound up, sweetie?” His hand smooths down your back, lifting you up to perch on the edge of the sink.

“Isn’t it enough that I want you?” You capture his mouth again as your fingers hook into his boxers, pushing them down his legs.

“It’s always enough, baby,” Alex rasped.

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KINKtober: Day 28

Yes, I’m back on my bullshit 😏

KINK: Asphyxiation ft. Dean Winchester; As requested by: @iworshipkeanureeves​​; Words: 282; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

“Gonna fuck you, baby” he rasped as he moved onto the bed. His hand stroked his length, his mouth moved over your breasts, biting and sucking, and then he was thrusting inside you. He moved quickly, shoving you deep into the bed with each thrust forward, biting and marking your bare chest, neck, and collarbone as he made you feel so good.

Then his hand was moving around your throat, his eyes watching your face, lips quirked into a half smile, overgrown hair framing his face. You gasped as he tightened his grip, your hands moved from his back, where you were scratching and caressing, to claw at his hand and arm. He kept entering you, grinding against you, making your body feel good even as he cut off your air.

Struggling beneath him, you scratched his hand, but he kept right on fucking you, so bloody deep it hurt. Then everything happened at once. You felt dizzy, chest rising and falling as you gasped for air, his free hand moving between you and flicking your clit hard, your body writhing beneath him as you came. You were trembling when he released his hand, sinking deep inside you and coming with a low grunt, his lips moving over the bruises you knew must start forming on your throat.

When he pulled out of you, only to lay beside you, his arm possessively wrapping around your waist, holding you close. Unable to sleep even after his soft snores reached your ears, you ran your fingers along your throat, remembering the look in his eyes and feeling his arm holding you so tight. Your voice was a soft whisper, “What have I done, Dean?”

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KINKtober: Day 27

Love me a man with good hands 😏

KINK: Handjob/Fingering ft. Jack Traven; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 428; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

With his one arm, sneaking around your waist, he held you against him, his fingers found their way between your folds, hiss leaving your mouth as he began to caress your dripping folds. You dug your nails into the nape of his neck, scratching at it roughly, making sure your nails will leave a mark on him.

“Jack please…” you sighed, impatient for his next move. His fingers crawled closer to your entrance and he teased you with his fingers, “baby I fucking need you, NOW” your voice was demanding and he just raised his eyebrow, mouth curling in a sly grin.

His thumb brushed your clit, drawing lazy, slow circles into it, his movements a true torture. You threw your head backwards, looking right into his eyes became a real struggle. He clenched his jaw, growling through his gritted teeth at your audible responses.

“Traven, for the love of God-…”

Before you even had the chance to ask him properly, he picked up a steady pace, his thumb flicking your clit harshly. Your breaths got caught in your throat and you put all of the efforts into looking at him.

A loud moan left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside you.

You were at the edge now, his fingers stretching you, then filling you with ease over and over again. When he gripped your throat, choking you with the slim fingers of his other hand, you let your head fall backwards again, the sound you made sent shivers down his spine.

There wasn’t much you can do now, you couldn’t fight with how your body tensed, the electric feeling coming onto your spine from the perfect spot he kept hitting with his fingers every time he slid them further inside you. Your fingers knotted his hair, as you tried to hold on for a few more moments, the feeling of his fingers fiddling with your soaked core was everything you needed in the morning.

“Darling, are you going to cum for me?” He asked, his voice thick with lust. He pressed harder on your clit, his hand all slick with your juices and it was the switch he needed to activate.

A wave of pleasure ripped through you, your mouth falling open, lips quivering, a set of curses you probably never used falling from your tongue. Your orgasm rolled through you like a fucking riot van and you felt how your legs began shaking violently as he fingered you through the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

“Jaaaack… oh f-fuck… Jack!” Another loud moan left your lips.

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KINKtober: Day 26

Back on my Hiddles wave 😏

KINK: Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose ft. Tom Hiddleston; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 174; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

“Tom…?” You asked, giving him a glance from the ladder you currently were standing on.

He looked up at you, drawn by the tone of your voice and you could notice the glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Stockings,” he said, the pitch of his voice a bit higher than he intended.

“Yes,” you agreed, stretching to reach the box on the upper shelf. The ladder wobbled a little, but he still had one foot set heavily on the bottom step of the ladder. You turned carefully, the silky material of your stockings gliding against his palms. “You approve?”

His answer was much more than you wanted to hear, “Jesus fucking Christ, darling…”

“Problem?” You asked again, “You look a little… surprised.”

With a little smirk, he drawled, “Surprised? No. Not surprised. Try again.”

Heat appeared on your cheeks, you could feel lit, probably it became visible even in the poorly-lit room, “Tom…”

He let his hands slide back up your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he replied, “Darling.”

“Down, boy. Later.”