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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.”

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Do You Like Scary Movies?

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” you muttered. 

Stu simply laughed. “Come on, one scary movie won’t kill ya.”

Rolling his eyes, Bully responded “It’s not like you’re coming with us Stu. It’s date night. If you wanted in, you should have told us before I bought the tickets.” All Stu did in response was pout.

“Fine, have fun without me. Just tell me how she responds.” With that, he grabbed his jacket and sulked off.

“Responds? Responds to what?” you asked your boyfriend.

“The jump scares, babe. But don’t worry, I got ya.”

Much to your dismay, the movie was The Exorcist. What was worse was that they decided to put it back in theaters for the month. But to your boyfriend, this was seventh heaven. It was the 25th anniversary of the damn movie and they had merchandise to prove it.

“If you can sit through the whole movie, I’ll get you this really cool mug!” You looked over to see your boyfriend holding a mug with the movie poster on it. Trying to give a genuine smile, you manage to get out “Thanks babe. That’s really sweet of you.” With him being in all that movie merch bliss, he didn’t notice your strained pitch. Luckily, before the conversation had to continue on, he noticed that the movie was about to start. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the back seats of the theater.

To say you aren’t a horror fan was a bit of an understatement. You had your head buried in your boyfriend’s chest not even 20 minutes into the movie. He did this on purpose, you think to yourself. After you heard another scream, you decided to make him suffer too.

Knowing he’d be engrossed in the film, you slowly started to move your hand down to the seat of his pants. Even with your right hand placed on top, he hadn’t looked up from the screen. Pouting, you grab him gently, yet firmly. Looking up at him, you could see his eyes flickering from the screen down to you and back. A smirk crossed your lips, you weren’t going to be ignored. 

The movie was almost at the halfway point when you decided to be just as evil. You slowly unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants. Even with the movie blaring, you could hear his breath hitch. Right then is when you knew you weren’t gonna stop.

Whispering in his ear, you breath out “If you can sit through the whole movie, I’ll get you a really cool mug.” After your statement, you begin to kiss down his neck, leaving a few hickies in your wake. 

Looking down at his lap, you could see him start to grow. The smirk on your face grew, and you knew your plan was coming to fruition. 

You pulled him out of his pants, and slowly started moving your hand up and down. You could see him gripping the arm of his seat, trying to keep his eyes on the screen. Seeing that he wasn’t paying attention to you, you start to move your hand a little faster. Changing paces to see how long you could keep him.

As the movie came to its climax, so did Billy. By that point, your mouth was around him, bobbing as he pulsed. Luckily for him, there was a scream on screen as he came, so no one noticed the grunt he made.

Pulling your mouth away, you helped him clean up. Once he was settled, he stood up, pulling you up with him. 

“To hell with the movie and the damn mug,” he muttered under his breath, yet still loud enough for you to hear him. You swallowed hard, you recognized that look in his eyes. It was dark, dangerous, and really hot. You knew you were in trouble, and that was kind of what made you decide to do that in the first place. 

While you were thinking to yourself, you had failed to notice he had gotten you two to his car. It was dark out, and his car was near the back of the lot, so he had decided it was an okay place to make you scream.

He unlocked the back seat door and told you to get in. Crawling in, you heard him unbuckle his belt. Getting in, he shut the door behind him, but didn’t lock it. 

With hasty hands, he made quick waste of your jeans. Luckily, you were in sandals, which meant he all but ripped them off your feet. 

“Easy, Billy. No need to rush,” you say gently to him. A smirk quickly appears on his face. 

“I really don’t think you mean that, baby. Cause ya see, this isn’t gonna be gentle. We’re gonna make our own little horror movie. Complete with the shaking and the screams.”

With a slow nod, you allow him to continue stripping you. Within moments, your legs were spread in his backseat. “Wow baby, already wet for me. Daddy’s happy to see that.” Moments after those words left his mouth, two of his fingers went inside you. You all but screamed at the sudden sensation, instantly rocking forward to get more contact. With only a smirk in response, he pumped his fingers faster, watching you closely. When he noticed you were on the edge, he removed his fingers, licking them as he made eye contact with you.

“Billy,” you whimpered. That dark look crossed his face again.

“Now you know that’s not my name, baby. I’m gonna give you one chance to get it right.” As he was talking he pulled down his own jeans, and lined himself up at your entrance.

With your eyes wide and focused, you whisper “Daddy.” 

“Louder baby, the parking lot can’t hear you.”

You screamed his title as he entered you without warning. In your mind you knew you shouldn’t had done what you did. But you really didn’t mind, especially since this was the outcome. 

You could feel the car move as he fucked you. With his moans tangled with yours in the cramped backseat, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Since you’re taking me so well, I’ll let you cum when you’re ready.”

Hearing him say you were allowed to cum, brought you right to the edge. Looking at you through heavy lidded eyes, he noticed you were close. Picking up speed, he grunted out:

“Cum for me baby. Let Daddy know he fucked you good.”

Hearing the way his voice changed and hearing his praises, you hit your high. Your body convulsed under him, and you could feel him release inside you, his own body shaking. With that release, you screamed. Only rivaling the scream of some chick in a B-list flick.

That was the sound that made him cum, the sound that horror movies made. The same movies he came to by himself when he was alone. 

As the high wore off, he managed to maneuver it so you were lying on his bare chest.

He did manage to get you mostly clothed, granted he didn’t want anyone else to see you that way. Through his heavy breathing, he managed to get out:

“Do you like scary movies?’

Written for: @simplyamity

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Day 1: Temperature Play (Jasper Hale)

His cold body against yours in the Texas summer heat was enough to set your body on edge. He had been a solace all day, but as the sun set, your solace became torture. 

Just because the sun had gone down, didn’t mean it was any cooler. Seeing his body above yours in the moonlight had you sweating. 

“Just hold still for me, Darlin’,” you heard your Southern lover say. You could hear him undo his belt and visibly tensed when you heard his jeans hit the floor. He had you almost begging for his cold touch. His teasing hands at the bottom of your skirt had nearly driven you insane.

He could sense your growing need and his smirk let you know The Major was in town. You barely had a moment to acknowledge it when you felt his cold fingers on your clit. 

You couldn’t hold onto the scream that pushed past your lips. 

“That’s it darlin’, we’re just gettin’ started.” 

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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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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. 

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Day 5: Outdoor Sex (Remus Lupin)

Every full moon treated Remus differently. The days leading up to it were always the most difficult. Usually he would be agitated and tired. This time, however, was completely different. 

Something was different about him. He was on edge, but not in the usual way. He snapped at everyone, some professors included. So you decided to avoid him as much as you could.

You didn’t find out what was wrong until the night of the Full moon. 

You, along with three out of the four marauders, became illegal animagus’. Yours just so happened to be a cat. Your job was to always keep a lookout while the boys got Remus to the Shack.

Overall, the night was uneventful. Yes, the lot of you got tossed around the shack in the attempt to keep Remus inside. That was typical. Nothing new happened until he transformed back. 

After he transformed back, you stayed a cat to scout out the area. When you arrived back at the Shack, the other boys were gone. Leaving you and your lycanthrope boyfriend. 

Transforming back into your human form, you automatically went over to check on him. He was shaking, which you assumed was from both the transformation and the cold.

“Remus? Are you okay?”

You saw him lift his eyes to meet yours. Instead of the usual tiredness and guilt, you saw something different. Something almost hungry.

He opened his arms and you gladly went into them. You were just glad he wanted you near him again.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. A common gesture between the two of you. Instead of a sweet kiss or even a hum, you felt his teeth lightly bite and start to gently suck on your neck. Before you could react, he found your sweet spot. The spot that never failed to make you melt, readily becoming putty for him to mold. 

“R-Remus..,” was all you managed to sputter out before he had you underneath him. He was still naked from the transformation and in that moment was when it clicked why he was on edge.

“Mmm, darling. You smell absolutely delicious. May I have a taster?”

You were now a combination or aroused and embarrassed.

“What if the boys come back?” The smirk on his face told you all you needed to know. 

He had sent them back to the castle and you were now all alone with your own big, bad wolf. 

But then again, all the better to eat you with.

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Day 7: Corset (Jack Sparrow)

“You’d think they’d make these a little easier to get on and especially off,” your lover muttered under his breath. If you weren’t so turned on, you would have laughed. He had been trying to remove your outer layer for over 30 minutes and you were starting to get tired of it. 

“Jack, darling. You can leave it on. The festivities can still continue even if I’m not completely bare.” 

He continued to fumble with the ties, accidentally restricting you more. Your breath catches and he assumes it’s because you want more. 

“Jack-,” you gasp out, “loosen it.” 

A look of panic covers his face which he automatically turns into his signature smirk combined with a laugh. 

“Maybe we should take a break, eh lovey?” 

A smile spreads on your face as you easily untie the corset, letting it fall.

“You can, but I won’t.”

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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.

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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.

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Day 3: Morning Sex (Aaron Hotchner)

4:35 a.m. The dream you just had woke you up before your husband. It was a rare occurrence, one you knew he would question you about. You also knew that the second he looked at you, he’d already know.

Your dream had consisted of every dirty thing you wanted him to do to you, but it was Tuesday, which meant in two hours he’d have to head into work and you would be alone.

You hadn’t been able to get out of bed before Aaron noticed you had woken up.

“Babe?,” you heard him ask, the sound of brief sleep in his voice. 

“I’m okay. I didn’t want to wake you.”

It was either the way you kept your legs closed and away from him or the tone in your voice, but just as you predicted, he already knew.

His sleepy concern quickly turned into an air of arousal when you looked into his eyes. He opened his arms, leading you into them as he put his thigh in between your legs. 

The slightest bit of friction made you gasp. Your hips started to grind against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. The feeling was divine, but you wanted more.

You started sucking on his neck, hoping, no, praying that it would convince him to give you more. 

It didn’t take much prayer. While his thigh was still between your legs, he pressed his finger onto your clit, rubbing the same pace you were riding his thigh.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you want, Kitten. Cause the minute this alarm goes off, it's done. Do you want me to fill you or do you want to keep grinding on my thigh?”

It didn’t even take you a whole minute before you were on your back, legs spread for him.

“Good choice, Kitten. Get ready to take all of it.”

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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.”

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Day 4: Biting (Klaus Mikaelson)

Klaus loved the feeling of his teeth sinking into your soft skin. The exact moment your blood hit his tongue was the definition of divine. It made it all the more better when he found out just how much you enjoyed it too. 

The rush of endorphins and arousal every time he bit you was enough to make you lose your mind. He was a mix of sweet and rough and the entire time his mouth was on your skin, it was always to make you feel good.

“Klaus..,” you managed to breathe out. His head automatically lifted from his spot on your inner thigh to meet your eyes. His blue eyes searched your face, looking for any sign of distress. 

His fears vanished when he saw your pout. A chuckle left his lips as he traveled back down to in between your thighs. The bitten mark now long forgotten in lieu of a tastier pursuit.

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Day 9: Begging (Henry Cavill)

“C’mon love, I don’t think the neighbors can hear you. What was that?” He had you pinned on the bed, completely naked under him. He still had his pants on, which was incredibly unfair.

“Please Daddy,” you pouted. 

A devilish look appeared in his eyes as mock pouted back. A smirk appeared on his face.

“Please what, Kitten. You know I like you to be specific.” He knew when you got to this point it was difficult for you to be articulate, but he was always so proud when you tried, so damnit, you were gonna try.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy, I want you to use me. I wanna make you feel good.”

A smile appeared on his face. “That’s my good girl. Now spread.”

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Day 6: Wax Play (Elijah Mikaelson)

You couldn’t tell which hurt more. The hot wax dripping onto your lower back or his hand smacking your ass after each drip. The pain didn’t really matter, it all felt so good.

You had been acting up all day in hopes he would react this way. Of course, he saw right through it. He also knew that he hadn’t been as good to you when it came to pleasing you lately. Business kept him busy. So even though you had been a brat, he was going to reward you anyways.

“Ah ah ah,” you heard him say, “ass up darling. You know the rules.” 

You automatically raise up as high as you could go, the wax running down your spine.

“Good girl. Five more than we can go to the bed. I have lots in store for tonight.”

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Day 8: Aphrodisiacs (Draco Malfoy)

After Potion’s class everything became a lot more tense. 

Both you and Draco had silently agreed it was better that the two of you were not together. The timing was wrong and the blood statuses would never be familially compatible.

Yet you smelled apples, leather, and fire when you took a whiff of Amortentia and he all but stuttered out your daily perfume and favorite treat. 

For the rest of the week you two avoided one another. It was easier than talking about it. 

Besides, a muggle-born could never be with a Malfoy no matter the sexual and romantic tension.

Exactly one week later you felt someone grab your arm and pull you into an empty classroom. It was Draco. Before you could even ask him what he was doing, his lips were on yours. 

All you felt was love and desire and the need to be naked underneath him. 

Luckily, he felt the same way.

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NSFW ABCs with Billy Loomis

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He will make sure you’re okay but other than that, don’t expect a whole lot of extra time spent on it. There will be some cuddling and if you need him to grab anything, he will. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him: His hands. They’re capable of going from stabbing a man to caressing your thighs in a matter of hours. He loves the duality.  

On his partner: Your thighs. He loves to watch them shake when he has you on the edge, and when they’re around his face? Yes please. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Billy loves a good mess. He’ll of course clean it up, but not until after he’s had a good while to enjoy it. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is a cuddler. He is what one would call touch starved. Though he’ll deny it forever.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a high school boy. If he isn’t watching horror movies, he’s watching erotic ones. He is a visual (and quick) learner. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything as long as he is on top. He’ll let you figure out the details as long as he can remain in control.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Will definitely make a joke or two, but only in a way that mocks you. “Aw, is my baby close? That’s just too bad, you’re gonna have to hold it.”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s not gonna go overboard with the downstairs grooming, but it will be somewhat trimmed. He’s gonna spend more time on the hair on his head if anything. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

During the moment, he’ll be very close to you, and he’ll stay close by after you two are done. He is touch starved, so when you two are close, it’s only when you’re alone. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

One word for you. Frequently. He is a high school boy who is also a serial killer. Those two things go hand-in-hand. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Imma just make a list.

-Knife/Weapon play

-Dom/Sub

-Praise kink

-Sensory Deprivation

-Voyeurism

-Phone sex

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere but in public. Though that doesn’t exclude a dark movie theatre. 

If you two are alone, and the mood is right...

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your “innocence” Both of you know that you are in no way innocent, but it always gets him going when you pretend you don’t know what’s about to happen. Also, scary movies. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not hurt you outside of your preferences. He takes consent with you very seriously. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is both a giver and a taker. He’s a giver when he knows you’ve had a rough day or if you’ve been especially good. He’s a taker when he gets back from killing and when he wants you to know who’s in control. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely depends on the day. If something has gone wrong or he wasn’t able to go out and kill, prepare for it to be fast and hard, possibly even a bit mean. Slow and sensual is for holidays. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is DTF 24/7 365. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Him being a serial killer is enough of a risk. When he comes home, he wants comfort. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The boy can last. Though there has been the rare occasion where you have worn him out. Those are the days you write down to remember. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Billy is a jealous boy. He does not like your toys nor will he let them be in the house. It’s im or nothing. But don’t worry, you’ll never have to wait long. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He’ll do everything in his power to get you going and then, oops, gotta go. As much as you’ll want it while he’s gone, you know better than to do anything without him. Which results in endless rounds and countless praises when he gets back. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He definitely wants you to be louder than he is. He sees your loudness as success and we all know the boy needs validation. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Once again, the boy is touch starved. If there is a way to touch you and not be noticed in public (cause God forbid people know he needs attention), he’ll do it. If not, prepare for him to pretty much be on top of you when you two get home. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Thin-ish. Not skinny. Average length. Definitely built for speed and accuracy. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He is horny 24/7 365. Horny and angry, and luckily he has an outlet (you and murder).

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will be absolutely exhausted afterwards, but will not fall asleep until you do. He’ll never admit it, but he loves how peaceful you look while asleep in his arms.

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