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Welcome to our Steamy Summer. An Alphabetical Exploration of Kink.
For each letter A-Z, I have selected and written stories for a singular kink that was either new to me, or I've never tackled before. I've also written some new characters that I haven't worked with much. I so hope you enjoy this project. Do let me know what you think ;)
A is for Altocalciphilia - Dean Winchester x Reader (SPN)
B is for Bit Gag - Lucifer x Reader x Mazikeen (Lucifer)
C is for Claustrophilia - James "Sawyer" Ford x Reader (LOST)
D is for Danza Slap - Billy Butcher x Reader (The Boys)
E is for Electrosex - Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)
G is for Groping - Soldier Boy x Reader (The Boys)
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[Groping: touching or fondling someone’s body in a sexual manner without their consent]
A Story from The Boys Universe
Soldier Boy x Reader
991 Words
Groping, Cumming Untouched, Asshole Soldier Boy, Imbalance of Power
SDoS Master List ~ Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist
She hadn’t pressed the button for 99, but the elevators all obeyed the top floor’s call first, so up she went, and there she was. When the heavy doors opened, she sucked in a quick breath. If it was out of fear or excitement, she couldn’t decipher, but it was louder than she’d have liked. She gripped the books in her arms and averted her eyes.
Soldier Boy - the man, the myth, the sexual legend - stood stark still, glowering as the doors opened. He sneered at them as if annoyed they were keeping him waiting. Once they were fully opened, his eyes fell upon Y/N, and after running up and down her body for a quick moment, he stepped inside. A slick grin tugged on his lips.
“Afternoon,” he said, voice so deep it echoed through the lift and her head.
She nodded, eyes on his big boots. “Good afternoon, sir.” Her voice was shaky, her heart was racing.
The doors closed slowly. Soldier Boy moved closer. His towering figure radiated heat; his namesake Vought cologne tickled her nose.
He cleared his throat. She shivered.
“Busy day down in the steno pool?”
Y/N rolled her shoulders, standing up straighter and lifting her chin. “I don’t know. I’m not a secretary.”
He noted the hint of defiance in her tone and huffed smugly. “So what is it that you do, missy?”
“Ms. Y/L/N,” she replied, then regretted it. He could literally kill her with a snap of his fingers; the best idea wasn’t to correct his out-dated, sexist speech. “I’m-I’m an analyst on the 10th floor. Marketing.”
“Well, look at you.” He chuckled. “So you’re in charge of making all those ridiculous fucking Homelander toys I see around? The fucking… Deep Action Figure with… what is it? Karate chop action? You know, I have a black belt in karate. I chopped down Nazis. I broke through commies like wooden boards. I don’t see that pussy-ass clam muncher chopping anything but dick, you know what I mean?”
She did not, but she kept her mouth shut and threw a polite smile over her shoulder. “Mhm.”
Soldier Boy licked his lip slowly and her head snapped back around. This gasp was arousal. She was pretty sure about that.
He stepped up closer and bent down to speak softly into her ear. “Be honest. They still got you making coffee and sucking cock down there, don’t they?”
“Excuse me? I’m a manager!” More regret. Wider eyes. She spun back around fast and stared at the closed doors, praying the damned elevator would move faster. “S-sorry.”
The man shifted closer, removing all space between, and pressed his chest into her back. Reaching around, he hit the emergency stop button and the elevator jerked to a halt. Her stomach lurched with it and she dropped her stack of books.
“You’re a little mouthy thing, aren’t you?” The rumble of his voice passed through his chest into every inch of her. “Luckily you got other things going for you…” Before she could be confused at his words, Soldier Boy closed his arms around her and set both gloved hands on her breasts. Y/N swallowed down a shocked yell. “Two things, actually.” His fingers closed and a strange mix of disgust and arousal jolted through her. “Two nice things.” He laughed and groped her harder, kneading her tits until she moaned. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? Such a little slut.”
Y/N shook her head to protest, but a hard squeeze pushed the thought away. Maybe she was a slut. Maybe she enjoyed gorgeous, strong, horrible men touching her in elevators at work. Maybe-
“Fuck!”
While her mind wandered, his hands had too. Soldier Boy tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and hiked it up. The feel of his gloves on her skin was incredible and new; the breaths he left on her neck were intoxicating. Her head rolled back and landed on his shoulder.
“Oh, you are a slut,” he growled, bucking his hips into her backside. “Nice to know Vought still hires loose women.”
Anger rushed through her but it faded quickly when the massive hard line of his erection pressed against her. She gasped and moaned, wanting to turn around and fall to her knees. Maybe his power was actually some sort of arousal spell. Maybe-
Soldier Boy rocked his hips faster and fondled her tits harder. His quips died down, replaced with heavy breaths and the occasional grunt. All Y/N could do was stand there, pinned between his firm body and his giant hands. When his fingers slipped into her bra and tugged her nipples, she nearly came, letting out a long, shuddering moan.
That did it, apparently. Soldier Boy thrust his hips twice more and grunted loudly. He stilled, forehead dropping to her shoulder for a moment before he whistled and let her go.
“Damn. Gotta go change my slacks now.”
Y/N quickly began to fix herself as he pressed the stop button, and then 99. The cables tugged the car back up to the top floor.
Soldier Boy leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched as she tucked her shirt back in. The wet spot on his pants was obvious, as was the returning erection.
“Can I interest you in a quick fuck back at my place?”
His smirk was divine, but there was no way she’d accept his invitation.
“N-no, thank you. Sir.”
He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged. “Your loss.” The doors opened and he pushed off the wall. “You know, you start putting out and they’ll move you up to executive secretary faster.” He winked and Y/N cringed. “Maybe… I don’t know, try a little lipstick too.” He looked her over. “Heels, maybe. High. High heels. Really put those gams to work.”
She had never been more grateful for elevator doors to close in someone’s face.
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Welcome to our Steamy Summer. An Alphabetical Exploration of Kink.
For each letter A-Z, I have selected and written stories for a singular kink that was either new to me, or I've never tackled before. I've also written some new characters that I haven't worked with much. I so hope you enjoy this project. Do let me know what you think ;)
A is for Altocalciphilia - Dean Winchester x Reader (SPN)
B is for Bit Gag - Lucifer x Reader x Mazikeen (Lucifer)
C is for Claustrophilia - James "Sawyer" Ford x Reader (LOST)
D is for Danza Slap - Billy Butcher x Reader (The Boys)
E is for Electrosex - Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)
G is for Groping - Soldier Boy x Reader (The Boys)
[Groping: touching or fondling someone’s body in a sexual manner without their consent]
A Story from The Boys Universe
Soldier Boy x Reader
991 Words
Groping, Cumming Untouched, Asshole Soldier Boy, Imbalance of Power
SDoS Master List ~ Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist
She hadn’t pressed the button for 99, but the elevators all obeyed the top floor’s call first, so up she went, and there she was. When the heavy doors opened, she sucked in a quick breath. If it was out of fear or excitement, she couldn’t decipher, but it was louder than she’d have liked. She gripped the books in her arms and averted her eyes.
Soldier Boy - the man, the myth, the sexual legend - stood stark still, glowering as the doors opened. He sneered at them as if annoyed they were keeping him waiting. Once they were fully opened, his eyes fell upon Y/N, and after running up and down her body for a quick moment, he stepped inside. A slick grin tugged on his lips.
“Afternoon,” he said, voice so deep it echoed through the lift and her head.
She nodded, eyes on his big boots. “Good afternoon, sir.” Her voice was shaky, her heart was racing.
The doors closed slowly. Soldier Boy moved closer. His towering figure radiated heat; his namesake Vought cologne tickled her nose.
He cleared his throat. She shivered.
“Busy day down in the steno pool?”
Y/N rolled her shoulders, standing up straighter and lifting her chin. “I don’t know. I’m not a secretary.”
He noted the hint of defiance in her tone and huffed smugly. “So what is it that you do, missy?”
“Ms. Y/L/N,” she replied, then regretted it. He could literally kill her with a snap of his fingers; the best idea wasn’t to correct his out-dated, sexist speech. “I’m-I’m an analyst on the 10th floor. Marketing.”
“Well, look at you.” He chuckled. “So you’re in charge of making all those ridiculous fucking Homelander toys I see around? The fucking… Deep Action Figure with… what is it? Karate chop action? You know, I have a black belt in karate. I chopped down Nazis. I broke through commies like wooden boards. I don’t see that pussy-ass clam muncher chopping anything but dick, you know what I mean?”
She did not, but she kept her mouth shut and threw a polite smile over her shoulder. “Mhm.”
Soldier Boy licked his lip slowly and her head snapped back around. This gasp was arousal. She was pretty sure about that.
He stepped up closer and bent down to speak softly into her ear. “Be honest. They still got you making coffee and sucking cock down there, don’t they?”
“Excuse me? I’m a manager!” More regret. Wider eyes. She spun back around fast and stared at the closed doors, praying the damned elevator would move faster. “S-sorry.”
The man shifted closer, removing all space between, and pressed his chest into her back. Reaching around, he hit the emergency stop button and the elevator jerked to a halt. Her stomach lurched with it and she dropped her stack of books.
“You’re a little mouthy thing, aren’t you?” The rumble of his voice passed through his chest into every inch of her. “Luckily you got other things going for you…” Before she could be confused at his words, Soldier Boy closed his arms around her and set both gloved hands on her breasts. Y/N swallowed down a shocked yell. “Two things, actually.” His fingers closed and a strange mix of disgust and arousal jolted through her. “Two nice things.” He laughed and groped her harder, kneading her tits until she moaned. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? Such a little slut.”
Y/N shook her head to protest, but a hard squeeze pushed the thought away. Maybe she was a slut. Maybe she enjoyed gorgeous, strong, horrible men touching her in elevators at work. Maybe-
“Fuck!”
While her mind wandered, his hands had too. Soldier Boy tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and hiked it up. The feel of his gloves on her skin was incredible and new; the breaths he left on her neck were intoxicating. Her head rolled back and landed on his shoulder.
“Oh, you are a slut,” he growled, bucking his hips into her backside. “Nice to know Vought still hires loose women.”
Anger rushed through her but it faded quickly when the massive hard line of his erection pressed against her. She gasped and moaned, wanting to turn around and fall to her knees. Maybe his power was actually some sort of arousal spell. Maybe-
Soldier Boy rocked his hips faster and fondled her tits harder. His quips died down, replaced with heavy breaths and the occasional grunt. All Y/N could do was stand there, pinned between his firm body and his giant hands. When his fingers slipped into her bra and tugged her nipples, she nearly came, letting out a long, shuddering moan.
That did it, apparently. Soldier Boy thrust his hips twice more and grunted loudly. He stilled, forehead dropping to her shoulder for a moment before he whistled and let her go.
“Damn. Gotta go change my slacks now.”
Y/N quickly began to fix herself as he pressed the stop button, and then 99. The cables tugged the car back up to the top floor.
Soldier Boy leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched as she tucked her shirt back in. The wet spot on his pants was obvious, as was the returning erection.
“Can I interest you in a quick fuck back at my place?”
His smirk was divine, but there was no way she’d accept his invitation.
“N-no, thank you. Sir.”
He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged. “Your loss.” The doors opened and he pushed off the wall. “You know, you start putting out and they’ll move you up to executive secretary faster.” He winked and Y/N cringed. “Maybe… I don’t know, try a little lipstick too.” He looked her over. “Heels, maybe. High. High heels. Really put those gams to work.”
She had never been more grateful for elevator doors to close in someone’s face.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
@palaisdesfestivals: Relive the Red Carpet for the Closing Ceremony of the 79th @festivaldecannes! A magical final evening hosted by Eye Haidara, featuring Isabelle Huppert, Tilda Swinton, Geena Davis, Xavier Dolan, and Zoe Saldaña, alongside the Jury presided over by Park Chan-wook. Congratulations to Cristian Mungiu for his historic second Palme d'Or with Fjord! SY
Twelve months ago, a few brave writers stepped up to take on a challenge so momentous that even the great Dean Winchester would have thought twice about attempting it.
These courageous souls sharpened their pencils, plugged in their laptops, plotted, and pantsed their way through a grueling year of work to craft incredible stories featuring Jensen Ackles and his iconic characters.
We here at Storytellers Contest are immensely proud of all the contestants, but alas, only a few can win.
And with that, we are pleased to announce the winners of our inaugural contest, The Jensen Ackles Chronicles...
Magnum Opus Category
First Place ~ Never Too Late by @copperboom82
Prize: Book binding of your epic story.
Second Place ~ The Journey to Get There by @cleighwrites
Prize: PopCosmic art piece.
Novella Category
First Place ~ Guardian by @rizlowwritessortof
Prize: Podfic of your story by Drasna (Sandra) from Idling in the Impala.
Second Place ~ Run me with a hot blade by @crowleysmistress
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Twelve months ago, a few brave writers stepped up to take on a challenge so momentous that even the great Dean Winchester would have thought twice about attempting it.
These courageous souls sharpened their pencils, plugged in their laptops, plotted, and pantsed their way through a grueling year of work to craft incredible stories featuring Jensen Ackles and his iconic characters.
We here at Storytellers Contest are immensely proud of all the contestants, but alas, only a few can win.
And with that, we are pleased to announce the winners of our inaugural contest, The Jensen Ackles Chronicles...
Magnum Opus Category
First Place ~ Never Too Late by @copperboom82
Prize: Book binding of your epic story.
Second Place ~ The Journey to Get There by @cleighwrites
Prize: PopCosmic art piece.
Novella Category
First Place ~ Guardian by @rizlowwritessortof
Prize: Podfic of your story by Drasna (Sandra) from Idling in the Impala.
Second Place ~ Run me with a hot blade by @crowleysmistress
