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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 25 - Human Furniture

Ghost x Price - 1.8k (on ao3)

summary: Price helps Ghost settle after a hard mission.

cw: person used as an ashtray

note: this is the least sexual of this month's prompts! there's actually no sexual acts in this at all, it's more of a sort of study of a priceghost dynamic i enjoy :) definitely inspired by this comic

“Settle,” Price rumbles quietly, watching the way Simon shudders and forces himself still, muscles trembling.

He’s not quite used to the sight of Simon so submissive beneath him, such a large powerhouse of a man gone soft between his feet. You’d never think it, looking at them, but uncertainty still hovers in the back of John’s head every time he has Simon like this.

It’s taken them a while to reach this tentative understanding, for Simon to be even slightly open about what he needs. Price isn’t sure either of them could really put it into words, this odd sort of dynamic they’ve developed, but it works.

As best he can describe, it’s like this - Ghost needs a handler, someone he can trust blindly to always point his aggression in the right direction. But Simon struggles to trust, to give up any bit of control he doesn’t have to.

So Price takes it from him.

It’s an odd sort of dynamic, he’s well aware, and it only works because on some deep level Simon wants it to work. That’s the thrill for John - the knowledge that at any moment Simon could hurt him, could probably kill him, but he won’t because he knows that nobody else can help him control himself like Price

It’s a responsibility he doesn’t take lightly. Ghost is probably the most dangerous soldier he’s ever met - ever will meet, if he’s lucky - and he’d slit his fellow soldiers; throat without question if John gave him a reason to. That kind of power isn’t given for long if the receiver is a fool, and while Price is a lot of things - ornery, strict, bull-headed - no one could call him a fool.

Price knows that Simon accepts their dynamic, but he plays at disliking it sometimes, almost like a test. Trying to see if Price will put his foot down when Ghost needs it, see if he can stretch the boundaries he’s been given.

He can’t. Price has no problem reestablishing which one is freshly Captain and which one is still Sergeant when it’s needed. And after a few weeks, the little tests phase out. Price can’t help but feel like he’s passed a test once he realizes.

Ghost is volatile still, even months into their shifted dynamic, but he rarely lashes out against John anymore. The mask had helped, being under Price’s hand helped more, but there are still moments when he slips, where he needs more help than he realizes.

Which is what led to their current situation.

Simon had come back from a mission relatively uninjured - a few bruises, a few scrapes, but nothing he had even needed a medic for. But the Lieutenant he’d been lent out to had done a number on him mentally.

Part of the source of Simon’s inner turmoil is his own constant war between the desire to be a good soldier and his inability to trust. It leaves him short-tempered and aggressive around unsure COs. He’s a bit like a dog being retrained - he knows when his superiors are weak, and he knows they have no right pretending to be above him.

It’s hard to lead successful missions when the Sergeant spends the entire deployment glaring and intimidating the Lieutenant. It’s even harder when the intimidation works, and the power structure crumbles.

Simon always comes back unsure after missions like that. He comes to Price, snarling and biting, looking for reassurance in the power structure. Looking for affirmation that Price is still his superior, that he’s still his leader.

It’s what he’d come home needing today.

The mission had been rough - a Lieutenant just promoted never knew how to handle Ghost, and this one had been no different - and John could see it in every line of Simon’s body as soon as he’d come knocking.

Neither of them had said a word as Price opened his office door enough to let Simon in, then closed and locked it behind him. He lights a cigar as he watches Ghost move, taking a long puff from it.

Simon stands at parade between the two guest chairs he’s forced to have in the office, and after a few moments Price moves back to his desk, settling back into his seat and folding his hands on the table.

He watches Simon for a few long moments, takes a puff of his cigar. The soldier’s not quite still, his shoulders trembling from pent up energy and his knees locked. His jaw is clenched so tightly, Price wouldn’t be shocked if he’s managed to crack a tooth.

“Debrief, Sergeant,” he finally commands, voice hard and leaving no room for debate. Simon’s shoulder’s stop twitching as he starts to speak, relaxing into a less straining position.

There’s nothing of note to be reported, really. Ghost isn’t the type of man to stand and rave about what’s really bothering him, he wouldn’t make anything that easy. He tells the story as it happened and leaves Price to pick up the hints he drops.

They’re easy to spot this time - unnecessary civilian casualty, a close call with a fellow Sergeant, a flustered Lieutenant and their absolute refusal to listen to any of Ghost’s suggestions. It’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. But that doesn’t matter - for whatever reason, this mission and this CO on this night has dragged Ghost to the very brink of shattering.

And Price won’t let that happen. Not when Simon has placed so much faith in him, not when he needs to prove to himself that he can take care of his men.

Simon’s nearly panting when he finishes his debrief, the stress working him up all over again. John knows he has to work quickly, or things will spiral.

“Good, Sergeant,” he praises, leaning back in his chair and planting his feet wide. “Now strip.”

The relief is palpable. It’s taken them a long time for Ghost to reach such a comfortable point, and Price can’t help the surge of pride at the way Simon almost eagerly takes his clothes off. He’s a good boy, even remembers to fold his uniform when he sets it on the coffee table.

Price taps his right foot twice and pushes his chair back from the desk a bit, the boot loud against his hardwood floor, and takes a long drag. Simon is on his knees between John’s feet in the next heartbeat.

He hums a pleased note, nodding down at Simon. Even just that tiny bit of praise coaxes a bit more tension out of his frame, leaving him angled towards Price instead of kneeling straight. He debates within himself for a moment, then decides to drop a heavy hand onto Simon’s head, stroking slowly over the fabric.

He’s still got the mask on, but Price doesn’t make any move to take it off. He knows the fabric isn’t a barrier between the two of them, more a safety net holding all of his pieces together.

John would collect those pieces if Simon dropped them, but he would never take them from him. He’s the one who gave Ghost the mask, he’d never take it away.

He considers his plan of action for a few long moments. With each breath, each pull, each slow stroke over his head, Simon relaxes a bit more. It’s soothing for John too, this physical evidence that he knows how to take care of what’s his. Calming in a way little else is in their line of work.

“You’re a good soldier, Simon,” Price finally says. “Sometimes too good, I think. Makes it difficult to stop sometimes, doesn’t it?”

Simon pants, nodding and leaning further into Price’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Hmm, I know. You’re alright, boy, deep breaths now.”

He listens, and a few moments later relaxes further. Simon’s body slumps to the side a bit, leaning his weight onto Price’s leg. It’s difficult to not jerk away, but John plants his foot and tenses his muscle so he doesn’t send Simon sprawling. If the Sergeant notices how hard his thigh is, it doesn’t seem to bother him.

“I think you need to stop being a soldier for a bit, yeah?” Price asks, shifting his hand to lift Simon up by the chin. He moves slowly, tugging the mask up until it rests on the bridge of his nose. Ghost flinches a bit at the air against his skin, and John hushes him, stroking over his jaw.

If they were different people - or even just further into their dynamic - Price might slip his cock down Ghost’s throat. Push him down until his lips meet John’s stomach, hold him there for a few hours while he gets some work done. He thinks it would be good for Simon, to have a mindless task he can succeed in.

But they haven’t reached that point. Price isn’t sure if they ever will, if they ever should, so he contents himself with an alternative.

“Tongue out for me, Simon,” he says, putting a bit of a command into his voice. It’s not necessary - Simon’s mouth opens, pink tongue coming out to rest on his lip immediately. “Good boy,” Price praises, stroking a thumb down the muscle.

“Stay still for me, now.”

He takes the cigar from the corner of his lips, presses the glowing bud to the center of Simon’s wet tongue. He doesn’t react much past a grunt and some tension returning to his muscles.

“You’re alright,” John dismisses, tightening his grip on the soldier’s jaw and pushing the cigar a bit further in, twisting it. He knows Simon, knows he needs to feel this pain, needs to feel it from John.

Simon whimpers when he finally takes the cigar away, pushing his tongue a little further out.

“I know, you’re alright. Good boy, Simon. Relax for me, now,” he comforts, stroking a thumb over his chin while he leans forward to set the now useless stick on his desk. “You make a good ashtray, boy. Just stay down there and relax for me, you’re alright. I’ll let you go in a bit.

He shifts back into his seat, staring down at Ghost for a few moments.

His tongue still rests on his chin, a little drop of spit dripping down the center, right down the ring of soot left behind. His eyes are clear but his pupils are blown, like he’s still here but his emotions are trying to drag him away.

Simon shifts on his knees, tongue twitching like he wants to take it back into his mouth.

“Settle,” Price rumbles. Simon exhales loudly and obeys, shifting back to his knees. “Tongue out, come on. Might need to use it again.”

He smiles when Simon obeys without question, gives him a comforting pet to the head and an approving hum.

Price shifts closer to the desk, locking Simon more securely beneath him, and lights a cigar. He’s got a few hours of paperwork to catch up on, and he knows Simon can last far longer than that using an ashtray.

He takes a deep breath, settles himself, and gets to work. The cigar smoke fills his lungs, and Simon breaths deeply beneath him. Price feels centered, steady, as he picks up his pen and starts reading.

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Deepest love - Flufftober 25

Summary: Dean acts...odd.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by the lovely @elle14-blog1

A/N: *Y/F/S = Your favorite song – reader’s choice is your favorite song

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Aw, she looks so good, Dean,” you admired his car. Dean did a great job cleaning Baby. He took his time, cleaning every inch of his beloved car.

“Only the best for my two favorite ladies,” he flashes you a grin. The hunter cleaned his car to make sure you’d enjoy the next ride with his Baby. “We are ready to roll, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” you excitedly look at Baby. She looks shiny and brand-new after Dean took care of her. “She’s so pretty.”

“That she is,” Dean says to himself as he watches you look inside his car. “So, uh—I was thinking about having a nap on our ride. Do you want to drive?”

“What?” Sam and Castiel ask in unison as they watch Dean throw the keys at you. You catch them, giggling as Dean makes a joke about two hot girls going for a ride.

“But no one is allowed to drive your car,” Castiel cocks his head. He furrows his brows as he tries to find out what changed Dean’s mind. “Are you unwell, Dean? Do you need my help? Maybe your hands are hurting.”

“What? No! I’m fine,” Dean snorts. “Can a man not let his friend drive his car?” He purses his lips and glares at his brother and Castiel. “Now, get your stuff. We need to hit the road. I want to gank that monster scaring old ladies.”

Looking at the keys in your hands you smile. Dean trusting you with his beloved car proves he meant what he said a few weeks ago. “Dean, I’ll call shotgun for you,” you wink at Dean. “We are going to be driving buddies.”

“What are we going to listen to today?” You glance at Dean in the passenger seat. “Dean? Mr. Music. What do you want to listen to?”

“Driver picks the music, sweetheart,” he flashes you a smile, “shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“Awesome!” You exclaim. “How about…” You look at Dean again. “Ramble on, for starters. And then, we will listen to the best song ever, *Y/F/S!”

“I love that one,” Dean pats your hand. “Maybe we can listen to more Zeppelin and your favorite band later on.” He grins. “We are a perfect match.”

“Of course, we are, Deano!”

“What’s going on?” Sam whispers. “Did I miss something?” He frowns. No one is allowed to touch Dean's car or choose the music. Wait, since when is his brother looking at you like this?

“I think he’s in love with Y/N,” Castiel finally concludes. He nods to himself, convinced that his friend must’ve fallen in love with you. “She looks at Dean with heart eyes.”

“What? How do you know that term?”

“I watched humanity for an eternity,” the angel proudly states. He won’t tell Sam that his new hobby is to search for terms and trends on social media. “If you want to know more about human feelings, ask me.”

“Cas, that’s…” Sam glances at the angel sitting next to him, “good to know…I guess.”

“Hey, stop talking so loudly. We can’t hear our song,” Dean and you mutter in unison. "If you want to stay inside the car, stop talking so much."

“Heaven help us, Cas. My brother is in love with his match…”

Tags in reblog.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #dean winchester x fem!reader #fluff #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #Deepest love - Flufftober 25 #female reader

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aphroditelovesu · 6 months

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Kinktober Day Twenty-Five — Dacryphilia

❝ — ❤️ lady l: day twenty-five of kinktober! Sorry for the delay!!

❝❤️pairing: yandere!seokjin x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, non-con/dub-con elements, oral sex (male receiving), face-fucking and dacryphilia.

❝❤️word count: 960.

You were alone, in a dark room, the only lighting coming from a flickering candle. Tears streamed down your face as you held onto your clothes, or what was left of them.

As the tears fell, you mind became lost in the moments shared, but now overshadowed by secrets and lies. Behind you, in the dim light, he watched silently, hidden in the shadows. Twisted satisfaction danced on his lips as he watched your suffer. His morbid interest only grew as he saw your weaken.

Seokjin always appreciated seeing you crying.

You sobbed softly, with your heart broken, lost in a web of betrayal that you couldn't unravel yourself. Jin, with eyes that never revealed his true feelings, seemed to find pleasure in your silent agony.

The room was permeated with an oppressive atmosphere, as if the walls witnessed the unfolding of this pain that ate you from the inside out. While you cried, he remained there, in the shadows, feeding on the suffering he had caused. It was a game of dark emotions, where you were trapped in the abyss of your own tragedy, while your captor reveled in your anguish.

"I love that sound you make, you know that?" You trembled in fear when you heard Jin's melodious and bored voice sound in the small space.

"I-I know..." You sniffled, wanting to stop crying so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crying.

Jin approached you and knelt down and cupped your face in a tender way that disturbed you more than the worst insults he had spat in your face last night while violating you. He smiled and whispered, "You're so beautiful."

You hated him. You hated how he played with your mind, one night insulting you and the next day praising you. You hated him more than anything.

And he knew it. Jin knew you hated him and he liked that. He liked to exert that power on you, to see you broken and crying like an expensive and refined piece of art.

Or as he preferred to call it, a broken toy. But he loved playing with you.

Jin licked his lips when he noticed a small bruise on your neck, teeth marks. He loved how your skin was so soft, the marks suited you so much.

''You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life.'' He smiled when he saw a flash of happiness in your broken gaze. He wasn't lying, you were very attractive and with each passing day he found himself falling more and more under your spell, losing all the control he once had. And Seokjin can’t have that, which is why he wants to break you.

Because then you would never have control over him. You needed to be broken for his sake.

It was for these reasons that he made you cry every day since he brought you into his home, to protect you because he loves you. Everything he did is out of love and that's what Jin tells himself as he lays you down on the cold floor and gets over your body, your horrified gaze meeting his and your eyes red from crying.

That's what he tells himself as he tears the remaining pieces of your once-gone clothes off. It didn't matter, he could always buy you more clothes later, you just needed to be a good girl.

Jin worked quickly, no patient to please you today. He stood and unbuckled the belt of his pants and pulled them down along with the underwear he was wearing, his hard cock in front of yoir tear-stained face. You sniffled and held back a cry of pain as he pulled you by your hair and you were forced onto your knees, your face being pressed against his cock.

"Open your mouth, princess." He ordered and you reluctantly opened it and without waiting any longer, Jin shoved his cock inside your mouth, forcing you to swallow his entire length. You gasped and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, moving his hips and fucking your mouth.

He grabbed your hair and forced you harder against his dick, making you swallow everything you could. He pounded your mouth, your throat sore and your eyes watering. Jin licked his lips at the sight he saw and grabbed your head, making you stay still while he fucked your mouth.

He moaned loudly as he came in your mouth, his cum being dumped down your throat, making you choke even more. You tried to breathe, but he wouldn't come out of your mouth.

Jin pulled away and you fell to the ground, your hands bracing yourself so your weak body wouldn't fall to the ground. He seemed satisfied and smiled at you, pulling you up and kissing your lips hard, feeling his dominance. Jin grabbed your breasts and groped them roughly, as if they were mere toys for him to squeeze.

You cried as your mouth was violated, his tongue sucking on yours with desire. Your breasts hurt as they were squeezed and worst of all, you felt your pussy getting wet from the stimulation.

He pulled away and kissed your neck, his hands grabbing the flesh of your ass and squeezing it tightly as he bit your neck. You sobbed as he brought your hand to your pussy and touched it, hearing a soft laugh from him when he saw how wet you were.

Jin loved hearing your whines and your crying. He could already feel his cock hardening at your protests. So beautiful and so his.

He knew he would be the only one to hear your cry forever, after all, you were his.

#kinktober #kinktober day 25 #kinktober 2023 #BTS #bangtan boys #yandere bts #yandere!bts #yandere bangtan boys #yandere jin #jin x reader #yandere jin x reader #yandere seokjin #yandere seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #smut

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violet-1atte · 5 months

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Kinktober Day Twenty-Five: Edgeplay - Seungmin/Felix

Tags: EDGEPLAY not edging, sex on a rooftop, slight exhibitionism, fear play, neither safe nor sane but it is consensual, dom!Seungmin, sub!Felix

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The building’s edge was cold and rough and the ground was no better. That was the first thought Seungmin had as he pushed Felix up against the cement railing. The second thought he had was, Holy shit. We’re a few feet away from death . And somehow that thought only made the arousal that had been pooling in his stomach on the entire ride there more intense.

In front of him, Felix was shaking. His head was tilted back over the edge and all he would have to do was look to the side slightly and he would be looking down a straight drop. When Seungmin placed his hands on his hips, he practically vibrated in his touch. “It’s–it’s so far down,” Felix breathed. His voice sounded far-off, like the cars driving down below.

“I know. You definitely wouldn’t want to fall,” Seungmin said with a hum. “So make sure you stay put.”

“I will, I will,” Felix said. He was still shaking like a leaf.

Seungmin ran a soothing hand up and down his arm a couple of times. “If you’re really scared we don’t have to do this,” he said, his tone of voice softening. This had been a fantasy of theirs for a long time but he would throw it all away for Felix’s comfort. But Felix shook his head vehemently.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he responded shakily. “It’s scary, but I like it. And I know you won’t let me fall.” Seungmin grinned and his gentle touches suddenly turned rougher. He pushed his body against Felix, trapping him against the rail so that his back arched over it slightly. Felix gasped and his hands shot out to cling to Seungmin’s wrists.

“Seungmin!” he exclaimed, his eyes blown wide. Seungmin chuckled softly.

“I thought you liked being scared?” he said with a teasing smirk. “Why don’t you look down, Lixie?”

Felix gulped audibly and slowly turned his head to the side to look down. His breath caught in his throat and he felt Felix’s dick harden against him. “That turning you on? Knowing how dangerous it is for me to touch you like this here?”

Felix bit his lip and his small hands tightened their grip on his wrists. “Y-yeah,” he muttered, just shy of a whisper. “Fuck, this is terrifying.”

Seungmin nodded, a pleasant thrill going down his spine. “It really is,” he agreed. He shook Felix’s hands off him so that he could roam over his sides. “How do you want it?” he asked. “Should I fuck you like this? Push you up against the rail and push you a little further back with each thrust? Or should I have you turn around so you can look at the nice view?”

Felix shivered as he thought over his options. As he tried to decide, Seungmin took the opportunity to touch him. He began kissing his neck, switching between soft, chaste kisses, and open mouthed kisses with teeth and tongue that were sure to leave marks. Felix wiggled in his arms and he grinned as he slipped his hands under his shirt to feel his skin. Despite the cool air of the rooftop, Felix’s skin was hot. Seungmin traced over his waist and his abdomen with his fingertips and goosebumps erupted across his skin. “Come on, tell me what you want. Or I’ll decide for you,” he said, punctuating his words by sucking on the sensitive skin of Felix’s collarbone.

“I-I’m trying ,” he whined in frustration. “But you’re distracting me.”

“Am I?” Seungmin slid his hand up to Felix’s chest and brushed his thumb over his nipple.

“ Hnng , yes!” Felix huffed and licked his lips. “I want you to…to fuck me from behind. I’m scared to look but I wanna brace myself and I–I wanna see how high up we are.”

Seungmin smiled and pressed a kiss to Felix’s Adam's apple. “That sounds perfect to me, Lix.” He slid his hands down his chest to his waist again. “Turn around for me then, and arch your back,” he instructed. Felix nodded and swallowed thickly. Seungmin loosed his grip on him and he spun around, bracing himself against the wall on his forearms. He arched his back and pushed his ass outwards so that it pressed right against Seungmin’s crotch.

A gust of wind whipped over the building and blew Felix’s blond hair around his face and ruffled his clothes. Another shiver wracked his body and Seungmin took that moment to tug his pants underneath his ass. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so all it took was a single tug to have him completely bare. “ Oh ,” Felix sighed as Seungmin grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart. A small gem from the plug in his hole sparkled in the late afternoon light. Seungmin pulled it out a little Felix inhaled sharply.

“Aaahh , Seungmin, don’t tease,” Felix pleaded. A car horn honked in the distance below them and the wind picked up even more.

“Sorry, hyung, you’re just too cute not to tease,” Seungmin said sweetly. He pushed the plug back inside of him just to watch him squirm but then pulled it all the way out. He tossed it somewhere off to the side–they would probably not be using that again–and licked his lips as he watched the lube drip from Felix’s hole. “You’re so fucking pretty. Even your hole is pretty.”

“ Seungmin ,” Felix groaned.

“Shh, you’re gonna be fine,” Seungmin soothed. He knew he couldn’t drag this out for too much longer though because he didn’t want someone to come up and find them or for someone from down below to see them.

He pressed a couple fingers into Felix’s hole just to see if he was truly stretched enough. Felix’s rim was loose around him but he still writhed at the intrusion. “Please. Want you to fuck me over the edge already, Minnie. Take care of me.”

Seungmin gritted his teeth and pulled his fingers out. “I love it when you get so needy, hyung. Your voice always gets so high.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down as quickly as he could so that he could free his cock. He was aching and leaking, probably harder than he had been in a long time. And Felix looked so pretty, pressed up against the edge of the building, still shaking from need and from the prospect of the danger they were putting themselves in.

He grabbed a condom out of his pocket and rolled it over his length before he lined himself up. He carefully pushed the tip past his rim and clenched his jaw as his tight heat enveloped him. Felix dropped his head and moaned softly. Seungmin grabbed his hips to make pushing into him easier, and before long, he was pressed all the way to the hilt. Felix’s chest heaved as he took a deep breath and he licked his lips before looking back. “M-move, Seungmin.”

Seungmin wasn’t one to take orders, but who could deny Felix when he looked like that? He certainly couldn’t. So he pulled out until just the tip of his cock was left inside Felix and then shoved back inside. The first thrust punched an airy moan out of Felix and that seemed to open the floodgates to an endless stream of sounds as Seungmin began to thrust into him for real, quickly picking up his pace.

His thrusts were hard enough that Felix was pushed forward and forced to grab onto the wall as his chest slid over the top. He had a perfect view of the high drop, and even Seungmin could see it from this point. Cars speeding by on the city street down below, tiny figures of people walking along the sidewalk, looking more like ants than human beings. All blissfully unaware of the fact that Felix was getting stuffed full by Seungmin’s cock and fucked senseless.

“Oh fuck,” Felix gasped as his hands slipped a little and he fell forward. Seungmin still had his hands planted firmly on his hips and his feet were on the ground so he didn’t really have much of a risk of actually falling, but the slip up still made Seungmin’s heart leap into his throat and he could feel Felix beginning to shake again.

“You–you okay?” he asked and Felix nodded.

“Yes, I’m good, ‘s good, keep going. I like it, I– ahhh –I love it,” he moaned, clenching around Seungmin. “Scare me–make me feel like I’m gonna fall. You’ll catch me right?”

A groan rumbled in Seungmin’s throat and he leaned forward, wrapping his arm around Felix’s waist. He pressed his chest up against Felix’s back and began snapping his hips relentlessly. Felix moaned loudly and went limp in his hold. The wind whipped around them and Seungmin felt chills go down his spine as he pressed Felix to the railing and got a chance to look over. They were so high up. The adrenaline rushing through Seungmin’s blood turned to pleasure in his stomach and buried his face against Felix’s neck.

“I’m gonna come soon,” he mumbled against him and Felix moaned.

“M-me too,” he stuttered. “I’m so close, fuck me, fuck me harder.”

Seungmin easily complied, putting all his energy into fucking Felix as hard as he could. They would both be sore and stiff from the wind on top of the building and from the exertion but it would be worth it.

When Felix practically sobbed, Seungmin knew he had started to hit his prostate. And Felix didn’t even need to touch himself this time to come. The rush of being so close to such a dangerous, deadly drop, and Seungmin fucking him so well made the arousal in his stomach unravel and after only a few hits against his prostate, he came with a shout. If the wind hadn’t been so loud, anyone could have heard them. His grip on the wall slipped as he orgasmed and he went limp, half of his chest hanging over the edge. Seungmin held him tight but didn’t pull him back as he finished off himself, spilling into the condom with a low groan soon after Felix came.

Felix was still shaking even as Seungmin pulled out and turned him around so he could hold him closer. He ran a hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Are you okay? Was that good?” he asked gently.

Felix hummed softly and nodded. “Yes, it was perfect. So, so scary but I loved it. I’m glad we finally got to do it. Another item crossed off the bucket list.” He giggled and Seungmin huffed out a laugh.

“You’re right. What’s next?”

Felix tapped his chin. “Hm…fucking a tentacle monster on the beach.”

Seungmin cringed. “That’s not even possible though.”

“You never know,” Felix said with a shrug. “I’ve heard some tales of pirates in the past…Ever heard the story of the Stray Compass ?”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Maybe you’ll get your tentacle sex on the beach.” He went over and picked up the plug he’d tossed early with a grimace. “I’ll drive you back to your place?”

Felix nodded. “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll see you at the club on Friday?”

Seungmin nodded with a soft smile. “Yep, you know where I’ll be.”

Felix hummed and wrapped his arm around Seungmin as they walked toward the elevator to head down to his car. “You know, you really are the best dom I could ask for.”

Seungmin felt himself blushed but schooled his expression. “Thanks I–I’m glad you think so. I’m definitely a lucky dom.” Felix smiled brightly up at him. It was so, so bright.

“That you are. But I’m the luckiest sub.”

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 25: Sex Slave(You Send Me)

warnings/kinks: smut, semi-public fucking, threesome, spit-roasting, sex slave, being used as a fuck toy pairings: Hokage!Naruto Uzumaki x Fem!Reader x Sasuke Uchiha word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

You kneel in front of him, and he chuckles darkly. You’ve never known him to be like this, but it excited you. You’ve known the Hokage for years now, but when he offered you this little position, you knew you couldn’t say no.

It was actually Sasuke who mentioned it to Naruto, and from there Naruto decided to ask you about this. You were going to be his little cocksleeve if you said yes. Sasuke had always found you so appealing, so he knew he could have the best of both worlds if he were to pitch the idea to him. And Naruto was so happy when you said yes to being his little plaything.

“Hokage’s need something to keep them occupied after a war,”

That had been the words that Sasuke used to convince you. And here you are, kneeling in front of the Hokage. He’s sporting an already big tent in his pants, so you know better than to sit idly by. You crawl over to him and you begin caressing him through his pants. The tip of his cock throbs slightly as more of his precum stains his pants.

“Go on,” Naruto coaxes, “suck my cock.”

That’s all you need to hear to begin. He lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants and his boxers. The thick girth slaps against his abdomen, making your mouth water. The tip is red and leaking, and the precum tastes so good when you finally take him into your mouth. It doesn’t take long for Naruto to tangle his fingers in your hair and start fucking your face.

“You’ve got a good little mouth for a sex slave,”

You moan in response, which makes him shudder. You allow him to fuck your mouth for a little while, only being able to breathe through your nose. What surprises you is the hand on your backside. It pushes up your dress and rips off your panties. You moan around Naruto’s cock again, and you can see the dazed look in his eyes.

“Sasuke,” Naruto moans. “She’s perfect.”

Sasuke laughs before he leans down to spit on your tight hole. He’s been wanting to fuck you for so long, and now that you’ve agreed to be the Hokage’s little plaything, he knows he can have a taste whenever he wants. It’s going to be perfect like this. It allows him to have both of his favorite people so close to him.

“She is perfect,”

You can hardly make sense of anything that is going on. Sasuke uses his fingers to smear the saliva onto your folds and your swollen clit. He teases you, making you moan and choke on Naruto’s thick cock. He loves that you’re so submissive for both of them. It’s almost like you've been wanting this for so damn long. Maybe as long as he has wanted it.

Naruto pulls you off of his cock, “Are you happy with yourself, you little cockslut?”

“Yes! Please, I need more.”

Naruto and Sasuke exchange looks. You’re so much more submissive than they thought you were. But neither of them would start complaining right now. It was so hot to see you act like this. It’s like you’ve been craving them for so long. Sasuke feels his cock throbbing in his pants and he takes a moment to pull it out. The tip prods your tight hole, making you squirm to feel more of it dragging against your spongy walls.

He spanks you, “Be patient. You are our little sex slave, don’t forget your place.”

Naruto laughs, “She’ll be good. I’ll just shut her up if she begins mouthing off.”

You don’t dare mouth off. You know you’ll regret it if you get way too mouthy. They could easily leave you here unsatisfied. And that would absolutely ruin you. For the first time, you have the chance to have both of your long time crushes use your little holes. You know it could be a short affair and they both could get so bored of you, but you’re hoping you’ll belong to them forever.

Cries are ripped from your throat as Sasuke slams into you. Naruto chuckles at your cute little reaction. You’re so easy to manipulate, he realizes. Then he pushes you back down onto his cock, making you choke and sputter. It’s not long before they begin competing with one another, thrusting faster and faster.

Meanwhile, you can barely breathe. Your knees are sore from kneeling so much, but it makes everything so much more intense this way. Every nerve in your body is on fire, making you whine at every move they make. Sasuke’s cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot, making you see stars.

“I told you, Naruto.” Sasuke grunts. “She’d make the best little sex slave.”

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phoenixtakaramono · 7 months

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Sugar Baby AU Threadfic - Part I

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Also as an FYI:

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makur0 · 2 years

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Day 25 - Power Struggle [jun sazanami x gn! reader]

content warnings - nsfw, mdni. 69, name-calling

word count - 362

It’s always a challenge between the two of you.

When people would discreetly ask which one was the dominant one in the relationship... well, you were still trying to figure it out.

Both you and Jun wanted to dominate each other, to have the other submit to you. Entirely. Forget about the sessions where it was awkward switching in between. It was time to settle this now.

“Yer goin’ to cum first, I betcha,” Jun spat out, biting back a moan as you deepthroated him out of spite. In response to that he pressed his mouth against your own sex, humming loudly to stimulate you off of the vibrations.

You mentally cursed in his head, the pleasure fogging your mind. You wanted to win this so bad, but it just felt too fucking good...

No, you couldn’t give up just yet. You shoved Jun’s length down your throat again, your hands fondling his balls. Smirking as you saw his hips jolt, you quickened your pace.

Jun’s eyes rolled to his skull, faltering at his pace on you. Jesus Christ, since when were you so good at this? Of course when he wins, he’s going have to do this to him more often.

The air was tense around you two, trying to get the other to break their facade and finally come. You weren’t sure about Jun, but you were sure that you couldn’t keep this up any longer. Maybe it would have been a different story of how much you could take, but being forbidden to come with such stimulation pushing you to the edge was really, too much.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You realeased your grip from Jun’s cock, moaning loudly as you came. The male’s eyes sparkled with unhinged pride as he tasted your juices on your tongue. Gotcha.

He flipped you onto the mattress, a shit-eating grin on his face as he climbed over you. “I guess I’m the winner, huh?”

“Shut up,” You groaned, rolling his eyes. “You just have a higher tolerance than me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” He said snarkily, sitting up. “Now that that’s done, ‘m gonna fuck you until you know your place.”

“...Fuck you.”

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