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aphroditelovesu · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Nineteen — Thigh Riding

❝ 🔮 — lady l: day nineteen of kinktober!! :)

❝🔮pairing: yandere!sirius black x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, female and male masturbation, fingering, thigh riding, public sex (?).

❝🔮word count: 800.

The Gryffindor Common Room is a magical and welcoming place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As soon as you walk past the portrait of the Fat Lady that guards the entrance, it's as if you've entered a fairy tale. The walls are covered with red and gold tapestries, which shine in the light of the candles that illuminate the room.

In the center of the room is a large fireplace that crackles warmly, providing a cozy retreat on cold winter days. Soft, cushioned armchairs surround the fireplace, inviting students to settle in and share stories, spells, and laughter.

An imposing golden lion, the emblem of Gryffindor, decorates the carpet on the floor, as if it were always on guard, symbolizing the courage and boldness that characterize the house. Books of magical stories and adventures fill the shelves that line the walls, offering the chance to escape to enchanted worlds.

The Gryffindor Common Room is more than just a space; It is the heart of the house, where bonds are forged and where stories of bravery and friendship unfold with every page turned in a wizard's book of life.

And it was your favorite place to be with your boyfriend. Sometimes talking, sometimes reading or sometimes having sex.

Today was the day you decided to be more intimate.

"Sirius..." You sighed, and looked around alertly. Even though there was no one there, there was always a chance someone would walk in and you didn't want to be seen while you were masturbating by your boyfriend.

"Hmm?" He asked. You moaned as he slipped a finger inside your wetness, your pussy greedily swallowing his slender finger.

"What if someone see us?" You bit back a groan. You squeezed your thighs a little and Sirius hummed.

"No one will see us." He said and kissed her neck, adding a second finger into her tight pussy. You groaned and sank into the seat.

Sirius lifted the skirt you were wearing and licked his lips at the perfect view of your pussy. You sighed and spread your legs, giving him full access.

He rubbed your clit gently with his thumb and you moaned. Sirius curled his fingers and deepened them into your heat, hitting your g-spot causing you shivers of pleasure. He kissed your lips softly, fucking you with his fingers.

You moaned and squeezed your legs, trying to get more friction. Sirius shook his head in denial and removed his fingers from her pussy. You whimpered.

He frowned and smiled mischievously, "I want to try something different with you."

You raised your eyebrow, “What?”

Sirius didn't respond at first, he quickly removed his clothes and sat down in another armchair and patted his thigh. You got up and walked over to him and sat on his lap.

"Ride my thigh."

You smiled and sat on his right thigh and moaned at the contact of his hot skin against your wet and painfully aroused pussy.

Sirius held your waist, helping you balance and kissed your neck, his hands gently squeezing your breasts. You moved your body forward against Sirius' muscular thigh and moaned, your clit being stimulated by the contact.

Sirius pinched your nipple and you grunted, moving your hips faster and moaning as the stimulation sent waves of pleasure through your body. You looked down and smiled at the sight of Sirius' hard, painful looking cock, but he didn't seem bothered.

You took your hand to his cock and masturbated it lightly, Sirius looked up confused but when he saw the determined and pleasured expression on your face, he leaned back in the armchair and relaxed under his touch.

"P-Princess..." Sirius moaned when you squeezed his sensitive glans, making movements up and down his cock. You rubbed yourself against his thigh, your wet pussy moistening the spot, making it more slippery and easier to move.

Sirius squeezed your waist and kissed your right breast, his tongue sucking your nipple. You moaned and rubbed harder against his thigh, feeling your climax approaching. You masturbated Sirius quickly and carefully, the way you knew he liked to be touched.

You moaned as you came, your cum wetting Sirius' damp thigh. You made a few more movements up and down his dick and soon he came in your hand. You took a deep breath and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Sirius hugged you and brought you closer, taking you in a protective and careful hug.

Like he always did after sex.

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violet-1atte · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Nineteen: Uniform - Seungmin/Minho

Tags: Maid!Minho, customer Seungmin, feeding someone with your mouth??, mild exhibitionism, bjs

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Minho liked a challenge. He was never one to shy away from anything that tested his resolve or his patience (though the latter was a little harder to handle as he was often impatient). Challenges were fun and exciting. They made life more enjoyable.

When an incredibly pretty boy with fluffy brown hair and an entirely nonchalant disposition walked into the maid cafe, Minho knew he had found his challenge for the day. He straightened his skirt and made sure the cat ears that sat on his head were in the right place before he sauntered over to greet the man. Minho barely managed to hold back a smirk at the way his eyes widened and a faint blush creeped over his cheeks. Perhaps this would be easier than he thought.

“Welcome to the Calico Cafe! I’m Lee Minho,” Minho greeted, putting on his sweetest, honey-dripping voice. “Can I have your name?”

“Kim Seungmin,” the man stated rather flatly but Minho could see the way his eyes flitted to his stocking clad legs below his skirt. He appeared unaffected by Minho’s presence and his dress but Minho had been in this business for a while and he had a keen eye for reading people.

“Alright, Seungmin-ssi, I’ll lead you to your table. Right this way!” He smirked to himself as he turned around, making sure that he put a little more effort into the spin so that his skirt twirled up. There was no way it didn’t reveal his upper thighs. His thighs were one of his best assets and he wasn’t afraid to show them off.

He led Seungmin to a table on the opposite end of the room, passing a few other customers along the way. At almost every table was another maid, male and female, doing anything from simply talking to the customer to half sitting in their laps. Minho couldn’t help the way his lips quirked as Seungmin glanced around the room with wide eyes. He did know what this place was, right?

“Alright, I hope this table is to your liking,” Minho said, allowing his smirk to fully take over as he got Seungmin seated. Seungmin licked his lips and nodded, still a bit dazed as he looked around the room. “We have two menu options, as I’m sure you know,” he explained after a beat. “There is our regular menu of course, and then there is our…special menu. If you choose the special menu you can pick any one of our maids that aren’t currently with another customer, including me.” Elation rose in his chest at the way Seungmin seemed to perk up when he mentioned that he was available. Good .

“I’ll take the special one, if you don’t mind,” he said with a nod.

“Ah, so polite,” Minho sighed with a smile. “I’ll get that for you then.”

He returned soon after, setting the menu down in front of Seungmin. Usually he would leave while the customer looked at the menu so they wouldn’t feel too embarrassed making their selection, but Minho didn’t really want to leave Seungmin. He was extremely handsome and nice to look at, especially when his cheeks turned dark with blush. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his lips pursed together made Minho want to see what he’d look like over top of him. But he pushed those thoughts aside. For now.

“I think I have my choice,” Seungmin said after a few moments. Minho lit up.

“Perfect! Which did you choose?” he asked.

“Item number ten. With you,” Seungmin said with no hesitation, looking Minho directly in the eyes.

Something twisted in Minho’s stomach and he felt his cheeks heat. Most people were either too nervous to request that option or they were creepy old men. Minho was delighted to have someone as pretty and as young as Seungmin making that request with so much confidence in himself. And when he had seemed so unsure before. “Good choice,” Minho purred. He let his fingers brush Seungmin’s cheek as he walked past. “I’ll go get everything ready for you.”

Item number ten. Strawberry tea and a sweet, angel food cake topped with berries and whipped cream on the regular menu. On the special menu however? The same thing, only Minho would sit in his lap and feed him like the perfect little maid he was–with his mouth. Not all of it, because that would probably be gross for everyone, but he’d definitely take the excuse to get his lips on Seungmin’s. And Seungmin would be able to touch him wherever he wanted as long as it wasn’t anywhere private .

Minho brought the food out and set it on the table with an innocent smile and then tossed a leg over Seungmin’s lap. The skirt of his maid uniform stretched tight across his muscular thighs “I hope you enjoy your dessert,” Minho said, looking down at him with a saccharine smile.

Seungmin’s breath hitched and he lifted his hands, hovering them over Minho’s hips. “You can touch me, you know. That was part of your order,” he said lowly. He placed his hands on top of Seungmin’s and pushed them down so that they sat on his hips. “Don’t be shy.”

“I’m not–” Seungmin denied. He tongued his cheek and began to rub Minho’s hips through the skirt, the fabric rustling softly with the movement.

“Mhm, that’s better.” Minho hummed and turned back to grab the teacup from the table. He held it daintily and lifted it to Seungmin’s lips. “You can take the first taste on your own. But I want to try it too,” he said. He pressed the rim to Seungmin’s lips and tilted the cup for him so he could take a sip. Seungmin watched him through hooded eyes and Minho could already feel the tension thickening the air.

“Good,” Minho hummed. “How’s it taste?”

Seungmin swallowed and licked his lips. “Why don’t you give me another sip and find out?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow up at him. Minho raised his eyebrows slightly and smirked. This Seungmin may have a bite in him after all.

“Alright then.” He gave him another sip of the tea and then set the cup down. Still holding the sweet drink in his mouth, Seungmin brought his hand up to hold the back of Minho’s head and pulled him in to attach their mouths together. Minho let out a soft sigh as their lips connected and that allowed Seungmin to pass the tea from his mouth to Minho’s. He was immediately hit with the overwhelmingly sweet strawberry flavor mixed with the mild taste of green tea. He let it run over his tongue and down his throat and Seungmin licked over his lips as he swallowed, catching a drop that escaped his mouth.

“So, Minho-ssi, how’s it taste?” Seungmin asked, tilting his head.

Minho’s head felt a little fuzzy as he worked to formulate a response. “Good. Really good,” he said. He ran his tongue over his lips just to see Seungmin’s eyes follow his tongue and it gave him back some of the power he had so quickly lost.

“Want more then?” he asked and Minho’s heart skipped a beat.

“Whatever you want.”

Seungmin grinned and Minho’s breath stuttered because so far he hadn’t seen Seungmin smile, but he had the best smile he had ever seen. He needed to smile more. Minho would already be at his feet if he had smiled at him when he walked in.

Minho found himself handing Seungmin the cup so he could take another sip himself. And then he was being pulled in for another kiss. Seungmin threaded his fingers through Minho’s hair and tilted his head back slightly so he could like the drink pass more easily between their mouths. Minho couldn’t control the pleasured sigh that exited his mouth after he swallowed. He loved having his hair pulled and even though Seungmin was being gentle now, it was still enough to have him hot and bothered.

“Pretty kitty,” Seungmin hummed. Minho’s cheeks burned and he wanted to retort but he couldn’t come up with anything to say. Just a couple of kisses and this man had him more of a mess than he’d ever found himself in front of customers. Ridiculous.

“A-alright, I was supposed to feed you,” Minho said, clearing his throat. He reached behind himself blindly and managed to grab the cake and the little cake fork he’d brought out. He scooped up a little of the cake and placed it between his lips. Seungmin’s throat bobbed and he tilted his head up to take the cake from between his lips, using his tongue to dislodge it. When he’d finished the bite, he grabbed Minho’s jaw firmly and kitten-licked the corner of his lips.

“You had something there,” he stated simply and Minho felt a chill go down his spine. He shivered.

“Is that so?” he asked, hoping to make his voice sound more nonchalant than it did. But it came out weak, affected . Damn.

Seungmin hummed, rubbing his hand up Minho’s side. He played with the trim along his waist and for some reason the specific attention given to his uniform was turning Minho on more than he would like. “You look really pretty in this. Do you like wearing it?”

Minho shifted in Seungmin’s lap so that the skirt rode up his thighs more. “I do right now,” he said. He felt a little smug at the pleased smile on Seungmin’s face at his response.

“Good. Cause it’s fucking sexy.” He ran his hand down from Minho’s waist to the hem of his skirt and rubbed the trim between his thumb and forefinger. Then he stopped and pushed his hand under the skirt. He spread his fingers across Minho’s stocking-clad thigh and squeezed and Minho let out a mewl that apparently neither of them were expecting. He felt heat spread throughout his body and arousal pooled in his belly. When he looked down, he noticed his cock tenting the fabric of his skirt.

“Too much?” Seungmin asked.

Minho shook his head. “No, no–” he inhaled slowly, trying to ground himself. “Actually…I know it’s not part of what you paid for but…” He glanced around, checking to make sure everyone was engrossed in their own thing and then looked back to Seungmin. “Do you want to come to the bathroom with me? I think I spilled some tea on my uniform.”

Thankfully, Seungmin understood Minho immediately and he nodded. “I’ll come with you to help you clean it off.”

Minho showed off his wide bunny-like smile and slid off Seungmin’s lap. “Alright, just this way,” he said, waving his hand for Seungmin to follow. He followed him through the cafe to the back where the bathrooms were and no one batted an eye as rushed out of the dining area.

He pulled Seungmin into a stall and as soon as he had closed and locked the door behind him, he sank to the ground on his knees. Seungmin let out a groan and Minho shivered. “Fuck, you look so sexy,” he said, wetting his lips. Minho smirked and put his hands on Seungmin’s thighs.

“You like a man in uniform, huh?” he asked jokingly and Seungmin let out a surprised laugh.

“What?” he asked incredulously, shaking his head. His chest shook with the remnants of his laugh and Minho felt oddly proud of himself. But then Seungmin went back to looking serious again and he reached down to cup Minho’s jaw. “You know…This whole thing was actually a dare I got roped into by my friends.” Minho felt the arousal in his stomach sour into something bitter and his mouth felt dry. Oh .

Seungmin seemed to notice his sudden change in demeanor and he stroked his jaw with his thumb. “But…then I saw you. Saw you in this pretty little maid outfit. And suddenly the dare didn’t seem so bad.”

Relief washed over Minho and he sighed. “You scared me for a second,” he said, chuckling weakly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not that type of guy. I can admit when another man is fucking sexy. Especially like this. Now, are you gonna be a good little maid for me and suck me off? Since you seemed so eager to get to it.”

The teasing went straight to Minho’s cock and he nodded. “Yes, please.” There were few things Minho liked as much as having a good cock in his mouth. And judging by the bulge in Seungmin’s pants, he was pretty well-endowed.

His mouth watered as Seungmin unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear to sit underneath his balls. Minho opened his mouth almost on instinct and stuck his tongue out a bit to cover his teeth.

Minho moaned the second that Seungmin’s tip passed his lips. The taste of the salty precum made his head spin. He pushed his head forward to take more of Seungmin’s cock in his mouth and then wrapped his hand around what he couldn’t reach without choking. His began to bob his head and Seungmin bit his lip, letting out a low groan.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back. “You’re so good, Minho.”

The praise spurred Minho on and he bobbed his head faster, swirling his tongue around the shaft and hollowing his cheeks at the same time. His eyes stung with tears as he took Seungmin deeper and he tried to relax his jaw more. He was never good at deepthroating but he’d be damned if he didn’t take him as deep as he could.

“Shit, I’m already close,” Seungmin breathed and Minho’s chest swelled with pride.

He pulled almost all the way off his cock, just keeping his lips around the tip and hummed. His stomach felt warm from how Seungmin’s hips jerked in response. “ Hnng –shit, shit.” Minho grinned and licked over the tip of his cock and dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit. Seungmin gasped and smacked his hand against the wall to brace himself.

“Ohhh fuck ,” he groaned, biting his lip. “That’s good.”

Minho loved the sounds he was pulling from Seungmin as he kissed and gave kitten licks to the underside of Seungmin’s cock. “You should come down my throat,” he mumbled against his shaft and then took him back into his mouth. He closed his eyes and began bobbing his head, picking up his pace. Seungmin sucked in a sharp breath and his abdomen tensed.

“Ahhh, shit, fuck, I’m coming Minho,” Seungmin warned before Minho felt the hot liquid filling his mouth and running down his throat. He relaxed his jaw and swallowed as much as he could, the rest of it dribbling down his chin and onto his uniform. He gasped as he pulled off and Seungmin tugged him to his feet, pulling him into a searing kiss. He licked his own cum off Minho’s lips and Minho keened.

“Tell them you’re sick,” Seungmin mumbled against his mouth.

“Wh-why should I?” Minho breathed. His cock was still achingly hard in his stockings and there was no way he could go back to work with Seungmin’s cum definitely staining his clothes.

“I want to take you home with me and fuck you like you deserve. Not in some shitty bathroom stall.”

Minho’s cock twitched and his stomach burned hot from arousal. “Well…I suppose I could. You do have a nice cock.”

“Yeah, go tell your boss you can’t finish your shift. I’ll be waiting outside.”

He pecked Minho’s lips and exited the stall and smirked at him over his shoulder. Minho wiped his mouth and straightened his skirt. “That was an interesting shift,” he mumbled to himself.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Tight Places - Kinktober 19

Summary: Stuck in a cramped space with Sam again, you end up enjoying his company...

Square 3 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Enemies to lovers

Square 22 filled for @spnkinkbingo (expired): Knife play

Square 8 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Period Sex

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Kink: Claustrophilia

Warnings:language, Soulless!Sam being an ass, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), smut, unprotected sex, groping, period sex, knife play, mentions of

Word Count: 1,2 k

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<< Part 1 - Cramped

“Sam, no! What the fuck! How did we end up in a fucking wardrobe?” you can’t believe you agreed to join the annoying soulless hunter on yet another hunt.

After your mishap a few months ago, you swore to yourself to stay away from Sam Winchester. No such luck.

You ended up in the same town, investigating the same mysterious death once again. Dean suggested joining forces and you just couldn’t say no to the hunter. He saved your ass more than once and is all too happy to have someone with an intact moral compass around.

“We have to hide again,” he purrs in your ear. You can hear the smirk in his voice and just know, he dragged you inside the wardrobe on purpose. “Dean got this.”

“I’m going to help your brother. Don’t believe for a second that what happened months ago will happen again, Winchester,” you grumble. “I told you last time it was the last time.”

“Sure,” he huffs in your ear as his hands already move toward your chest to shamelessly grope your tits. “You’re wearing a dress revealing your ass, legs, and tits for nothing. You want to get fucked.”

You lick your lips. It’s the second time you are in a cramped space with Sam. If only he pushes you a little further, you are going to give in once again.

“I know how much you love ending up in tight space with me,” he bites your ear shell. “How about you tell me what you want, and I give it to you Y/N.”

Sam presses his body to yours, slowly grinding into you. “Sam. Stop.”

“Why would I do such a thing, sweet little thing?” he moves one arm around your waist to hold you close to his hard body. “Admit your sins, Y/N. I know you want to.”

“I fucked a cold-hearted and annoying bastard some months ago. That’s all I have to admit.”

“You enjoyed every second.”

“Yeah. As it only lasted for like sixty seconds.”

“You’re a little bitch.”

You try to wiggle out of his grip but it’s no use. Sam is so much stronger than you, and then there is his arm wrapped around your body.

“You’re an asshole, so we are even.”

“How about I make things easier for you?” he nuzzles his cheek against yours. “I’ll leave you no other choice but to give in.” You feel the cool metal before you can even say something in return. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sam slides the dull side of his knife over your breasts and teases your nipples. He takes his time on his way down your body; drawing patterns into your skin with the dull side of his knife.

“Sam, what are you doing?” He carefully slides it over your thigh, riding up your dress. “I asked you a question.”

“I’ll take good care of your pussy again, Y/N,” you whimper as he kicks your legs apart. “You better don’t move now. It would be a shame if I draw blood tonight.”

“Blood?” there is an edge in your voice when Sam slowly cuts your dress and bra open at the same time. Your breasts spill out, leaving your plush flesh unprotected. “Sam.”

“Be good now, kitten,” he cuts through your dress, ruining it once and for all. “Take the dress off.”

“Sam, we can’t. We are still on a hunt.”

“I said,” he rips the remnants of your dress down your body and cuts your panties off within the blink of an eye, “be good.”

You’re shaking in both, anger, and anticipation. You’d like to slap Sam’s face or shoot his brains out. But the need and your kink won’t let you do such a thing.

You allow Sam to twirl you around to reveal your breasts and face to the hunter.

“Beautiful and all mine.”

“Sam, we shouldn’t…this is wrong,” you open your arms and let Sam lift you off of your feet. He easily holds you against the wall of the wardrobe as you fumble his pants open and shove them down his long legs.

“You’re a little eager for someone who doesn’t want to get fucked,” he smirks darkly, but you ignore his cockiness or the fact that you should hate him.

“Shut up. Don’t ruin it,” you bend your body a little to stroke Sam a few times. He’s already rock-hard and doesn’t need much encouragement. “Fuck me. And then leave me alone.”

“Oh, I will fuck you.”

“I should warn you,” he ignores you, and the fact that you slap his chest to get his attention. “Sam, I think my period just started.”

It’s like you’re not even there. Sam simply wraps your legs around his waistline and shoves himself inside your body without acknowledging your protest.

He grunts, hips jerking a few times as you claw at his shoulders. “SAM!”

“Do you think I care about a little blood?” he snickers as you wiggle your hips to get a little bit more friction. “I can fuck you now and make you cum, or, I’ll leave you here. Naked and without an orgasm. I can easily find someone else to fuck.”

“You’re such an asshol-“ Sam presses his lips to yours, silencing your protests once again as he starts to roll his hips.

“You will shut your mouth and take my cock, Y/N,” he purrs with every thrust. Your hips move on their own, to meet Sam’s thrusts. “Good girl.” He ruts into you. “Such a good girl when you full of cock.”

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you love me,” you whine as he grips your ass with his large hands to move you up and down his cock. You’re like a ragdoll in his hands; helpless and small. “You love fucking me too. I saw the way you looked at the old me. It’s the same hunger in your eyes now.”

Sam hides his face in your neck, panting and groaning as you try not to think about his former self.

You miss the smart and soft Sam. But you can’t deny it. This version knows how to push all your buttons.

“Fuck.”

You dig your nails deep into his shoulders.

“Take it. Shut up and take me,” he growls in your neck. Sam speeds up again, fucking up into you at a maddening pace. “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum your period stops.”

You laugh.

“Later, I’ll fuck your mouth.”

“Nghh…” your mind is clouded by lust and the approaching high. The coil in your belly tightens, and you can only close your eyes and let Sam have his way with your body once again.

“Maybe you’ll let me fuck that upright ass too, huh? I bet you never let that loser you called your boyfriend fuck your ass. Let me fuck it and you’ll cum so hard you see stars…”

“I-“ you cum all over his cock, making an odd noise. “No.”

“We will talk about your ass later. Now let me fill you up,” he chuckles darkly. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…”

“Just like that. Taking me like a good girl,” you groan as Sam rewatches the video he took of you and him months ago again. “Fuck yourself harder on my cock.”

“Can you stop this?”

You throw a pillow at Sam. “Please.”

“If you come over here,” he smirks darkly, “I will stop. And,” he pushes the covers off his body to reveal he’s stark naked, “if you stick around, I’ll delete the video.”

“Scouts honor?” you ask.

“Scout's honor,” Sam points at his cock. “Come here and ride it like a good girl…”

You will stick around to help Dean get Sam’s soul back. If you get laid once in a while…so be it…

Part 3

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 19 - Voyeurism

Ghost x Soap - 1k (on ao3)

summary: Ghost muses on his opinions about his new Sergeant while watching his favorite show. (Ghost POV)

cw: noncon voyeurism but no actual touching

Johnny looks so pretty with water running down his body, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. The scruffy hair, the scars, the blood slowly washing away - all of it paints the prettiest fucking picture Ghost has ever seen.

He hates it.

Johnny has no right being so tempting, no right looking like that even when he thinks he’s alone.

Ghost’s heavy breaths fog up the window of the door he’s looking through, and he roughly wipes away the condensation with the side of his fist. The last thing he needs right now is a reminder that he’s not supposed to be watching Johnny, that this is wrong.

Of course it’s wrong. Everything about the way Ghost feels for Johnny is wrong.

He was never supposed to matter. This was all supposed to be temporary, but Johnny went and got himself a permanent spot on the task force, and now Ghost has to live with a constant want while Johnny walks around without a care in the world.

He snarls as Johnny relaxes further into the warm stream of water, heaving a big enough sigh that Ghost can watch as it leaves his lungs.

Here Simon is, panting like an animal and hiding behind a door, while Johnny gets to fucking relax, gets to treat himself like a fucking king.

Alright, that might be a little unfair. The military showers are far from royalty worthy, but still. Ghost hasn’t known peace since the Sergeant tapped his shoulder and promised to save him a seat, it’s bullshit that he gets to feel so at ease.

If Ghost had anything less than perfect self-control, he’d have fixed all of this tension weeks ago. Stormed right up to the Sergeant, shoved him into the closest room, and fucked all the horrible need away. But no, he can’t just go around fucking his subordinates, Price would pitch a fit.

So he’s stuck outside the shower, like a peeping Tom. It’s humiliating.

At least Johnny is decent enough to give him a show.

He always waits for the water to cover him fully after a mission, for all the dirt and grime and blood to be washed away. That had been a shocking thing to learn about Johnny - he likes things clean. He’s always the first one in the showers as soon as they’re dismissed from debriefs.

Once the water runs clear and all the filth has gone down the drain, Johnny palms his cock.

He’s never soft with himself. Ghost isn’t sure if he likes that or not - part of him wants to pin Johnny down on the filthy bathroom floor, watch him whine and complain while he strokes his cock as slowly as possible, giving him just a hint of sensation. The other part of him wants to pin Johnny to the tile and stroke him hard and fast, watch him writhe and maybe even cry a little when the pleasure starts to hurt.

Johnny walks a line between those two extremes. He jacks himself quickly and with little finesse, but he always makes sure he’s got some lubricant, and he never edges himself. He’s almost efficient about it.

The sight of Johnny’s body, scrubbed clean and gone a little pink from the heat of the water, is like a trigger for Ghost’s cock these days. He’s already thickening in his pants before Johnny starts truly getting himself off.

He doesn’t pull his cock out - for some reason that feels like a step too far. Instead he holds a heavy hand over his crotch, fucks his fist as best he can while still maintaining a thing veneer of modesty.

Another thing Johnny doesn’t even realize he gets. He puts on such a pretty show for Ghost every night, and Simon never gets to reciprocate.

It’s difficult to follow the exact motions of Soap’s work with the steam beginning to fog up the glass from the inside. The vague motions almost get Ghost more worked up, though, leaving him to imagine what Johnny’s fist looks like around his cock.

It’s not difficult to picture, Simon’s seen it more than enough times by now.

The fog is an excuse to watch Johnny’s face. He’s always so expressive, teeth digging into his lower lip, eyebrows twitching wildly as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He never breathes steadily when he gets himself off, and the way his chest rises and falls in such jerky movements never fails to get Ghost all that much closer to the edge.

He’s stunning. Ghost hates it.

Johnny’s almost glowing when he finally comes, mouth dropping open into the perfect o shape. His hips buck into his own fist as he milks himself, stripes of cum painting his abs.

Ghost comes at nearly the same time, low growls he can’t silence rumbling in his chest, the uncomfortable stickiness of a wasted load of cum soaking into his boxers.

He matches Johnny’s breaths, tries to calm himself down.

He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to resist finding that closest room, resist finding out how pretty that gorgeous expanse of tanned skin would look under his skin.

Ghost wants Johnny reddened from his palm, not the steam. He wants his cum buried deep insode of Johnny - his stomach, his hole, anywhere he can get it. He wants to be able to edge Soap, to show him the exquisite torture of delayed pleasure. He wants to hold the man down, force him where he wants, feel all that rippling muscle and fight that Johnny carries.

He wants Johnny.

He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to resist him.

#a very little prompt today because i am feeling very weird creatively. hope you enjoy nonetheless!#ghoap #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #bo writes #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john mactavish x simon riley #soap mactavish x ghost riley #ghostsoap smut #ghoap smut #kinktober day 19 #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 19: Orgasm Denial(My Girl)

warnings/kinks: smut, cunnilingus, slight bondage, use of jutsu to do said bondage, kissing, mentions of smoking and drinking. pairings: Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader word count: 1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

It was just something you two liked to do. After the war, the two of you grew even closer together. You used to smoke with him to get over the trauma of all the shit that happened to the two of you. You’d often go to his place to spend the night. Neither of you could fall asleep without having nightmares, so you’d spend the night drinking, smoking and fucking. It just became a little ritual. After a while, you were pretty much just living there with him.

Tonight, you are feeling particularly frisky. You can’t wait to just spend the evening with Shikamaru. He really was becoming someone special for you, and tonight you wanted to do something fun together. You know he’s been stressed about his job lately, so you want to treat him to something special. When he comes home, you’re already sitting on the bed wearing only his flak jacket.

“Oh, is this the little game you want to play?” Shikamaru asks, sitting on the bed next to you. His hands come up to cup your breasts.

“I wanted you to come home to something sexy,”

He smirks at you. You’re so adorable, trying so hard to impress him. Little do you know that you completely own this man, body and soul. He’d do absolutely anything for you. He always wants to spoil his little princess. But it turns him on completely that you want to spoil him right now. So he settles against the pillows and grabs his pack of cigarettes. He lights one up and then turns to you.

“Undress me,” he commands. Your panties grow wetter at the words that came out of his mouth, so firm and strict.

You do as he says, “Of course, daddy.”

The smirk on his face grows. Shikamaru has trained you so well, and you always know how to get into your role so easily. You get into your subspace so quickly. It’s so cute how badly you want to impress him. It just makes him even harder. But tonight, he wants to hear you beg for it. He wants you to squirm and wiggle around as he edges you.

Your hands are quick to undress him completely. Your eyes widen at his beautiful body. You know he takes extra care of himself, even though he can be quite lazy a lot of the time. You reach out to touch him, but he playfully slaps your hand away.

“Not yet, baby. First, I need to do something,”

Shikamaru guides you to lay on your back, and you do as he wants. Then he spreads your legs. Before you know it, he is performing his shadow jutsu, and it’s holding you apart just how he needs you to be. His cock is harder than it has been in so long, and it’s just leaking all over his fist as he lazily strokes himself.

“You’re a good girl, right?”

You nod your head eagerly, “yes! Yes I am!”

He spanks your thigh playfully, and you wiggle for more stimulation. “Baby, don’t lie to daddy.”

You swallow hard and your brain is working a mile a minute to try and think back on anything you did in the last little bit that could be misconstrued as misbehaving in Shikamaru’s opinion. You can only think of one thing, and it’s when you decided to go out drinking with the girls the other night. When you dressed in that cute little dress, and Shika found out and it made him so mad.

“I think you like to be a brat,” Shikamaru says in a smug tone. “I better teach you a lesson,”

You feel the shadow jutsu working to pull your legs apart even more. You whine as you feel him come closer and his breath hits your twitching pussy. Shikamaru chuckles darkly at your demeanor right now. It’s honestly so sexy to watch you squirm to get just a little more stimulation. He knows he’s going to have so much fun with this.

His tongue slides between your folds, and you whine as he begins lapping at you like a wild man, starved for his final meal. You want to reach down and tug on his hair, but the shadow jutsu is too quick for you and he’s holding your wrists down to the mattress. You whine at the sudden feeling of being completely bound to the bed, but it certainly heightens your experience. You feel your little hole dribbling more slick than before.

“Fuck,” Shikamaru moans. “You’re such a needy girl.”

You mewl softly, “Please, Shika. Please please,”

This turns him on like nothing else. The way you sound when you whine and beg and plead. He could have you panting in no time. Just a pathetic little thing, so desperate to cum. He loves the thought of that. He wants you to be at his complete mercy. You’re almost there now, you just need to be teased a little more.

Shikamaru moans as he lets one of his fingers slip into you. You’re tight, wet and warm and he would enjoy fucking you if he was going to abandon this little activity. But he’s determined now to make you beg to get fucked. Then he leans in once again, and his lips wrap around your little swollen nub. You let out the sweetest whine as he sucks on your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head as he begins curling his fingers on your sweet spot.

“Shika,” you try to warn him. But you worry you won’t be able to get the words out in time.

“I know, baby. I know.”

You feel the first few waves, but it’s quickly dissipating as soon as Shikamaru pulls away completely from you. You whine and try to rub your thighs together, but you can’t due to the shadow jutsu still holding your legs apart. Your clit throbs a few times, but your orgasm dies down completely. You’re so frustrated right now. You wanted to cum so fucking badly.

“If you apologize for the other night,” Shika says as he leans in to kiss your clit. “I might just let you cum.”

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lilac-hecox · 7 months

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Title: The Chemistry (Is a Mess)

Pairing: Anthony/Mykie, (pining Ianthony)

Summary:

Since they reconnected – and years before that if Ian is honest with himself – he’s wanted Anthony in a way that he knew best friends shouldn’t want each other. Ian, in his time apart from Anthony had investigated his own sexuality, had opened himself up to the idea of being attracted to men, but Ian knows where Anthony stands, that Anthony will only ever want women. Women like Mykie. He would never want to be with another man, with Ian.

Rating: Spicy & Angsty

Warnings: Exhibition & voyeurism

Written for Kinktober Day 19: Exhibition and voyerurism.

Thanks to Jace for helping me out with this idea!

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thecandywrites · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 19- Facesitting

Yeah, for the sake of time, I'm going for quick and easy and going back to my Blood for Gold Recencey Era Orc Period Drama AU. Featuring Leumeni and Kiera this time.

Kinktober Day 19- Facesitting

“Babe?” Leumeni asked when his wife rolled over again and huffed when she couldn’t get comfortable.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to keep you awake.” Kiera apologized.

“Baby keeping you up?” Leu asked.

“Ugh, yes.” Kiera complained.

“Ok, then come here.” Leu requested as he pulled her into his chest and could feel their baby kick at his own belly as he did so.

“They’re gonna be quite the Kamoba champion.” Leu praised.

“They don’t have to start training while in my womb though.” Kiera griped.

“That’s just a saying all women in Dorierra have when they have very active babies.” Leu reassured her.

“Ok, I know a good way to put them to sleep though.” Leu offered.

“Anything. I will eat, drink, do whatever I have to do just so I can get some gods damn sleep.” Kiera readily submitted.

“Ok, sit on my face and let me eat you out.” Leu offered.

“How is that gonna work?” Kiera asked.

“When Mama is pleased and sated, baby settles down. You sit, I eat, baby sleeps.” Lue insisted.

“Promise?” Keira couldn’t help but laugh at the rather ridiculous but rather simple solution he proposed and wondered how such a thing would actually really work.

“I promise.” Leu chuckled in response before Kiera moved her body into position and held onto the headboard while Leu readily feasted on his wife as he could feel the baby start to calm down the more pleasure his mouth elicited from his mouth. Kiera began to ride his face and keen and moan because Leumeni was ten times the lover he was the fighter. Much to Kiera’s delight.

“Oh fuck.” Kiera mewled as he continued to feast on her as she had to hold onto the headboard with both hands as her legs began to shake while her pelvis rocked over her husband’s mouth as her breathing labored and soon, she came in a keening cry as he had to quickly move his hands up to her back to keep her from falling back too much as she seemed to fall backward as Kiera stretched backward to really stretch and enjoy the full body relaxation that the release brought her body.

But her release had the effect Leumeni promised. The baby seemed to be pleased it’s mother was pleased- and relaxed as Kiera’s heart, soul and body did the same.

“There. Better?” Leumeni asked as he stroked his hands over her belly as she sat back on his chest and seemed to come back to herself as she enjoyed the afterglow.

"Yeah." Kiera readily agreed because she certainly felt better.

“Is the baby better now?” Leu asked as Kiera took a moment and realized that the baby had finally seemed to settle down.

“Yeah.” Kiera noticed, still surprised that that little trick worked like the charm Leumeni said it would.

“Get some sleep. You’ll need it.” Leumeni urged his wife.

“Yeah,” she smiled dreamily as her own tiredness began to settle back in before she slid down to him and fell asleep.

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober Day 19 #Blood For Gold #Regency Era Orc Period Drama

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zombieheroine · 6 months

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Burning in Your Atmosphere

Pairing: Char Aznable/Amuro Ray Rating: E Word Count: 9k Summary: U.C. 92. Peace hangs by the thread, and urgent peace talks take place on Side 1. Two old rivals fall into each other's orbits again.

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[Read on Ao3]

Char looked back to Amuro and smiled. “This pilot captain here is Amuro Ray,” he said pleasantly, his words clearly meant for the man who had aggressively demanded Amuro’s credentials, “and Amuro Ray can speak to me in any way he likes.” His tone was neutral and relaxed, but the comment was clearly received as a disciplinary one. Silence fell to the circle again, with some awkwardly apologetic mumbling directed to Char, who graciously swept it all aside, his eyes never leaving Amuro. Amuro decided to make full use of the permission he had just gotten.

#mobile suit gundam #gundam 0079 #charmuro #chamuro #char/amuro #Gundam #kapteenin raapustus #Kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 19: uniform #kinktober day 19

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thewritersaddictions · 7 months

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Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform

There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.

You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.

You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.

You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.

When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.

You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.

"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.

While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.

“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.

The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.

“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.

It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.

“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.

You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.

"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.

He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.

You talk and Hopper eats.

Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.

Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.

Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.

Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.

"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.

"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.

Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.

Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.

Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.

Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.

"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."

Completed: 07/29/23

Posted on: 10/19/23

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