#goddess of filth

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Book recs: my favorite 2024 reads

I read over 160 books this year. Let's fucking go.

Note: List excludes re-reads and sequels, I am however not above including franchise novels and tie-ins.

Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

Dystopia. In a near future America, inmates on death row or with life sentences can choose to participate in death matches for entertainment. If they survive long enough - a rare case indeed - they regain their freedom. Among these prisoners are Loretta Thurwar and Hamara "Hurricane Staxxx" Stacker, partners behind the scenes and close to the deadline of a possible release - if only they can survive for long enough. As the game continues to be stacked against them and protests mount outside, two women fight for love, freedom, and their own humanity. Chain-Gang All-Stars is bleak and unflinching as well as genuinely hopeful in its portrayal of a dark but all too real possible future.

Goddess of Filth by V. Castro

Horror novella. What starts as a drunken seance between friends ends with one of them chanting in Nahuatl, the language of their Aztec ancestors. Following that night, the formerly shy Fernanda has changed. While her family calls for priests, claiming her possessed by a demon, Fernanda’s friends believe what has taken up residence in her is something decidedly older. A quick read featuring female rage, desire and empowerment, this is a different twist on the typical possession story.

The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez

Science fiction. A strange child lands on an isolated planet, scaring its inhabitants into handing him over into the hands of Nia Amani. As captain of a transport ship, Nia is not only the planet's only contact with the outside world, she is also a woman out of time, years compressing into months as she travels through space at high speeds. Now responsible for a child who doesn't speak and in a galaxy that wishes them ill, she must rethink exactly what she wants to do with her life, and what she's prepared to give up. Features multiple major queer characters.

The Women Could Fly by Megan Giddings

In an alternate version of our present, the witch hunt never ended. Women are constantly watched and expected to marry young so their husbands can keep an eye on them. When she was fourteen, Josephine's mother disappeared, leveling suspicions at both mother and daughter of possible witchcraft. Now, nearly a decade and a half later, Jo, in trying to finally accept her missing mother as dead, decides to follow up on a set of seemingly nonsensical instructions left in her will. Features a bisexual lead!

Cottonwood by R. Lee Smith

Science fiction romance. 20 years ago, aliens arrived on Earth, neither invaders nor diplomats but refugees. Now they are being kept in integration camps away from the human population, meaning Sarah has never met one before getting a job as a social worker in one of the camps, at which point the true treatment of the aliens at once become horrifyingly clear to her. Sanford, single father, has a decades long plan to flee the prison that is Earth, and maybe with Sarah's help it can finally reach fruition. Includes dark elements such as torture, sexual assault, and pet death.

Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

Historical fantasy. Emily Wilde is a professor who prefers the company of faeries, dangerous but bound to rules she can understand, to that of humans, who she finds inexplicable. Working on her faerie encyclopedia, she travels on a research expedition to the faraway Hrafnsvik, hoping for some solitary months of study. Her hopes are dashed when Wendell Bambleby, rival scholar and possible faerie in hiding, arrives on her doorstep. But Wendell's aggravating presence is far from Emily's only problem, as the Hidden Folk of Hrafnsvik turns out to be far more dangerous than expected.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Annihilation by Catherynne M. Valente

In a ship carrying 20 000 colonists on a centuries long trip to the Andromeda galaxy, something has gone wrong. A small contingent of crew representing the various races on board has been woken up to find out why colonists are dying in their sleep, but the situation quickly gets worse. Soon a pathogen is spreading and jumping species, threatening the entire ship before it has even reached its goal. Tie-in novel for the Mass Effect games; while I love it a lot, you're unlikely to get the full experience unless you've also played the games.

Under Fortunate Stars by Ren Hutchings

Two ships have gotten stuck in a rift in space, isolated outside of time. One of them is the Jonah, a ship dodging a generations long war against an alien species, carrying a small crew of smugglers, an unintended passenger, and a hijacker. The other ship is the Gallion, which arrived from 150 years in the future carrying an alien ambassador - and whose crew is awestruck at meeting the heroes of the Jonah, known to have ended the war. As the two crews struggle to understand each other's timelines, they must also work together to leave the rift before they're stranded forever. Multiple queer characters, however the main romance plotlines are m/f.

The Good Demon by Jimmy Cajoleas

Young adult horror. Clare has recently been put through a successful exorcism, but rather than help her, it has left her miserable. Clare's demon was her closest friend and had been for years, and without her Clare is left alone and lost. Set on getting her friend back, Clare starts seeking clues her demon seems to have left her, and in doing so starts finding dark, old secrets buried in the history of her home town.

Such Sharp Teeth by Kim Harrison

When her pregnant twin sister is left by her boyfriend, Rory decides to go back to her home town and stay with her for a time. But the town is also the home of old childhood trauma, and something wild is roaming the woods. When she gets attacked and mauled one night, Rory's successful life is changed forever. Lycanthropy used as a metaphor for female rage, trauma, and bad coping mechanisms.

The Angel of the Crows by Katherine Addison

Sherlock Holmes retelling, historical fantasy. After having been injured fighting a war against fallen angels, Doyle returns to London to survive on only a veteran's pension. To afford a place to live in the city, Doyle finds a housemate in Crow, an eccentric angel with a great curiosity for humans and a knack for solving crime. And London needs its protector - supernatural beings walk the streets, and a someone going by the name Jack the Ripper terrifies the citizens at night.

The Spider and Her Demons by sydney khoo

Young adult fantasy. All teenager Zhi wants is a normal life (and possibly for her harsh aunt to be a bit nicer), but it’s hard when she’s half spider demon. Every day she must conceal her true nature and hide in human guise. When she slips up and eats a man in front of her rich, aloof classmate Dior, Zhi thinks her life is over. But Dior has secrets of her own, and she is dead set on making herself a part of Zhi's life.

A Madness of Angels by Kate Griffin

Urban fantasy. Two years ago, sorcerer Matthew Swift was killed. Today, he woke back up. And he isn't alone in his body, but rather in the company of the blue electric angels, who lived in the telephone lines and are now experiencing the world for the first time through him. Now, he seeks vengeance not only against the one who killed him, but also against the one who brought him back. Absolutely buck wild unique take on switching and merging pov betwen singular and plural.

The Fall that Saved Us by Tamara Jerée

Sapphic romance. Cassiel is of angelic heritage, raised to fight and kill demons alongside her family. But Cassiel has left the hunt and her family behind, wanting a normal life. For three years she's built a life for herself, cut off from her family, but now a demon has found her, sent to collect her soul. Except, the demon isn't any more interested in following the orders of her family than Cassiel is. Can they work together to free themselves from the expectations placed on them?

Spiderlight by Adrian Tchaikovsky

Fantasy. A small band of heroes prophesied to defeat an evil king must follow the "spider's path"; to find the way they seek the aid of dangerous, man-eating giant spiders. As spiders don't keep maps, their mage turns one of the spiders into human guise, forcing it to lead their way if it is ever to return to its true form. Both dark and immensely funny, Spiderlight is at once a love letter to classical heroic fantasy quests and a deconstruction of the idea of 'evil races' in the fantasy genre.

Providence Girls by Morgan Dante

Sapphic horror re-imagining of several of H.P. Lovecraft's works from the point of view of the women sidelined as victims in the originals. Forced to abandon her not-quite-human children to escape a cult seeking to sacrifice her, Lavinia nearly dies from exposure in the woods. She's saved by the prickly Asenath, and they find themselves growing close as Lavinia regains her strength. But Asenath's own dark past is catching up, as she too begins to transform into something not entirely human.

Amatka by Karin Tidbeck

Dystopia with especially creative world-building and a sapphic romance. In a vague past, something caused a group of humans to become trapped in an alien world, where the laws of reality themselves react in hostile ways to humanity's attempt at life and stability. To survive, strict rules and censorship are put in place, with harsh punishments for any overstep. Vanja is sent to the distant colony Amatka to do market research. In her research, she starts finding out the truth of the laws she chafes under, and begins to wonder whether life is really worth living if change isn't made.

Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh

Having grown up on the heavily militarized Gaea Station, Kyr has spent her whole life training to become a soldier, aiming to bring power back to humanity after Earth was destroyed in an alien war decades ago. But when she is relegated to the nursery to birth future sons and her brother is sent on a suicide mission, Kyr breaks the rules for the first time in her life. Breaking out an alien prisoner and working alongside her brother's asshole friend, she flees Gaea Station to save her brother and bring glory to humanity. But along the way she finds out there’s much she doesn't know, about Gaea station and her own family both.

The Calculating Stars by Mary Robinette Kowal

Alternate history. In 1952, history changes when a massive meteorite hits the Earth, killing thousands and kickstarting a global climate change that will soon make the planet uninhabitable. To save humanity from extinction, the world begins to come together to bring us to space before it's too late. Elma York, WASP pilot in the war and expert mathematician, is hoping to become one of the astronauts, but finds that she and her women friends have to work harder than anyone else to be given room in the mission.

To Shape a Dragon's Breath by Moniquill Blackgoose

Young adult fantasy. Anequs is a young indigenous woman in a land ruled by Anglish conquerors. When Anequs finds a dragon egg and bonds with the hatchling, she is forced to travel away to attend an academy for dragon riders as one of only two indigenous students. Pulled between the traditions of her family and the ideas of the conquerors - many of which want her out of the academy no matter what - Anequs must find her place in the world as a dragon rider.

What Doesn’t Break by Cassandra Khaw

Fantasy, character study. You’re unlikely to get the full experience of What Doesn’t Break unless you’re also a viewer of Critical Role. It follows the backstory of Laudna, undead sorceress and warlock with the ghostly presence of the necromancer who once murdered her keeping residence in her mind and tugging at her strings. For thirty years, Laudna wanders the outskirts of society, forced into a lonely existence by her visibly undead status, and tries to understand what she wants to do with her un-life.

[bloodstaineddarling]

My Thoughts on Goddess of Filth by V. Castro

This read like a first draft. Not in the sense that it needed to be longer, but in that it felt like an early sketch of a story, just an outline of events rather than something fully developed. Everything was flat and one-dimensional. The characters didn’t feel real. The supposed friends didn’t act like friends. No one behaved in a believable way. They all felt like empty shells.

The writing itself was frustrating, with a constant string of “and then this happened, and then that.” It felt lazy and repetitive. I was genuinely excited by the title and description, but there was nothing beneath the surface. And the Obi-Wan Kenobi line was the final nail in the coffin.

[kennku]

Spoils of War is such a Furiae song dude it gets me emotional

[bluesey-182]

novellas, i think, are even more hit or miss than full length novels cause i always end up leaving them thinking either "holy shit i can't believe this author accomplished a story like that in so few pages" or "eh. the author needed way more space to achieve any of the things they attempted in this" and there is so very, very rarely any in between

[moonlit-leaves]

And the fear retreats forever

(Come to me Black Goddess arise)

When my secrets are buried in thine

(Come to me Black Goddess arise)

Under seven stars we came together

(Come to me Black Goddess arise)

To plot the new age's decline

(Come to me, arise)

[s-sh-ne]

bucky barnes nsfw alphabet - f!reader

bucky barnes is addicted to you.

warnings: piv, unprotected sex, dom/sub undertones, dacryphilia, mentions of trauma, oral (f&m receiving), mentions of different body types, breeding kink, there is so much this is pure filth like literally i don't know how to tag this, no y/n, not proofread

w/c: 4.8k

a/n: i got randomly inspired and this is technically my first time writing any bucky smut sooo i hope you like it haha, it's so long for being just a nsfw alphabet butttt eh

-> main masterlist

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

Bucky after sex becomes a big cuddle bug. Not even pulling out, still lazily thrusting into you once in a while, making sure his cum stays nicely in you (breeding kink goes brrrr). He wraps his arms around you and just holds you to his chest, pressing soft kisses to your head. His hands sometimes wander over your stomach, your thighs, your chest, only fatherlight touches. When he eventually pulls out, groaning lightly, he kisses you on the cheek and gets you a glass of water and a warm towel. And you feel so loved when he cleans you so gently, kisses you goodnight and wraps his arms around you once again. You both fall asleep just like that, still fully naked, your breaths synching. But sometimes, you won’t go to sleep and order your favorite junk food and watch random Youtube videos (this poor man has no concept of what a meme is, and you’ve educated him over the years, especially when you’re both comfortable and tired after sex) 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) i went lowkey insane on this

I think he realizes just how hot he is, eventually (after a lot of therapy and you constantly telling him). Especially his arms. Maybe they aren’t as beefy as they were once, but he can still bench press more than the average weightlifter. No matter how much you weigh, he’s capable of manhandling you just like a ragdoll. When he holds you down with them, his biceps bulging every time you writhe, fuck, he loves it. He loves being able to lift you, flip you, even throw you on the bed sometimes. Sometimes, when you’re riding him, moaning nonsense on his cock, he’ll lift you and slam you down effortlessly, his arms flexing, and shit it turns him on. So he’ll flip you on your back and start slamming into you, just because he can’t believe you just allow him to hold you like this. (he also really like cuddling you and his arms are constantly around you so he’s always thinking about you when he trains his arms) 

I’m calling it, he loves thighs, thick or not, he’s all over them. He loves putting his hand on your thighs when he drives, laying on them, biting them, grabbing them, in short: he’s addicted. He could sleep with them as his pillow, and you’ve had to shake him from a nap before in that same situation. He swears he’s in heaven when you tighten them around his head when he’s eating you out, especially when he’s sucked dozens of marks all over them just a few minutes before. And when he fucks you? Oh he’s squeezing them, lifting you up by them so he can reach deeper, brushing his thumb over the marks. After he cums, he’s kissing your thighs softly, making sure you’re alright before cleaning you up. Oh and thighfucking. He loves it. 

And finally, I wanna add that I don't think Bucky has a type. Short, tall, long hair, short hair, no hair, big tits, small ones, it doesn’t matter. Don’t believe me? Here: 

 If you’re a bigger girl, he loves your rolls, your thighs, your tits, fuck he loves grabbing your tummy when he fucks you just to feel you under him and it makes you feel so fucking beautiful. And he thinks that the Ancient Greeks definitely had it right all along – goddesses had to look just like you. Especially when you’re riding his cock and your tits are bouncing, his hands gripping your sides like a worshipper at an altar. 

If you’re on the shorter side, he fucking loves being able to tuck you under his shoulder, hold you against him and have so much of his body covering yours. You feel so small next to him but he adores it. He’s a protector and being able to just… engulf you in a hug (or cover your naked body with his when he’s balls deep), just lowkey turns him on. Like he’s able to fully cover you when he fucks you and it just… primal protective instinct you know? 

A tall woman? Oh fuck, he’s a goner. You’re almost as tall as him, if not taller and it drives him insane sometimes. And in heels? God, he’d let you walk him like a dog. But that doesn’t stop him from drilling you into the mattress every time you go out. Your legs are long enough to fully wrap around his waist when he’s buried inside you, and he loves the feeling of being so engulfed by you, even if he has full control. You drive him INSANE in the best way. (even if he gets teased by Sam or Yelena for having a taller girlfriend)

Hair? I think somewhere inside of him, he has a thing for longer hair (40s standards?? idk). He probably likes having something to pull when hitting it from the back. If you want to cut it/buzz it all off, he’d probably be reluctant at first but then eat his fucking words when you walk in after your haircut. He won’t let you leave your bedroom because Jesus Christ, he swears he’s never seen anything hotter than you with short/buzzed hair. And he can just shove your head down into the pillow instead of pulling on your hair. 

And I mentioned thighs, but I think he couldn’t care less if you don’t have thick thighs. He lays all them all the same, and if you complain about being too bony? He’ll make you regret that with a rough fuck and many, many marks all over them. 

Has absolutely no tit size preference. He’ll suck your nipples and squeeze them all the same, whether he’s able to engulf them with a single palm or if he struggles to even hold one with his hand. Will lay on your chest either way too.

 I’m sorry I don’t make the rules, this man just WORSHIPS you, no matter what you look like. (this was so fucking self indulgent)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is NOT above eating his own release from your pussy after he cums. He fucking loves finishing inside you (after he’s wringed at least two orgasms from you on his cock, he is a gentleman after all) and burying his face between your thighs, licking you DRY. That man is not stopping until you’re cumming again, all over his beard, and every single drop of his cum and yours is gone. And he’s cumming again on the sheets from fucking himself into the mattress. 

But hold on, you tell him you have a breeding kink? Oh, he won’t let a single drop of his cum go to waste. He’ll still eat you out after his orgasm once in a while, but most of the time, he’ll keep fucking into you even when you’re sobbing, scratching down his back in overstimulation. He makes sure none of his release drips out, and when he pulls out, he’s stuffing his fingers in your swollen cunt, pushing the cum back in. Unless you ask, you’ll never find him cumming anywhere but inside of your cunt. You have to convince him to let him cum on your face, your tits, or even your mouth. 

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

He’s got one of those little polaroid pictures of you in his wallet, just a small thing he did in the 40s with his girlfriends, and now he’s got you. He looks at it during missions, or when he’s bored at Congress. Or just when Walker says something stupid, and it’s been a long day, and he knows you’re waiting for him in your little Brooklyn apartment. 

And when he’s alone at night abroad or just without you? He’s digging for the second polaroid hidden behind it, some dirty little thing he took one night. It’s just you, hands between your thighs, white lace panties hanging off your thighs, pebbled nipples pressing against the thin bra you’re wearing. And it drives him insane. He doesn’t know if you know he still has it, or even if you care, but fuck, it doesn’t stop him from fucking himself into his fist. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, Bucky hasn’t had sex since 1945. So your first time? He’s so shy, scared you’ll be disappointed, and cums in his pants before even getting your dress off. He’s blushing, his fingers trembling on your waist. But once you get into it, muscle memory kicks back in and all the moves that made him famous amongst women in the 40s come back to him. He’s got you whining, moaning, and trembling under him with just his fingers in minutes, a total gear shift from the beginning of the night. When he finally fucks you, he’s hitting your most sensitive spot so well, and when you almost scream at him to keep going, he doesn’t slow down or go faster, like your past boyfriends. He just keeps the same fucking pace, rolling his hips expertly. He doesn’t rub your clit like he’s trying to start a fire, instead he’s stroking it with his thumb in slow precise circles, until you tumble over the edge. He’s the most attentive lover you’ve ever had and knows your body like the back of his hand. 

This man KNOWS what he’s doing once he gets used to having sex again, and he will never let you forget that. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I hate being that person, but I feel like he doesn’t care? Like he likes all of them, especially the ones you like, but he doesn’t have a favorite you know? So here’s three that I think he’d really enjoy → 

Doggystyle: he goes insane over your ass bouncing over his cock, like he can cum so fucking quick just at the sight. He loves shoving your face down into the mattress when you’re cumming, addicted to the feeling of you. If you have long hair, or hair long enough to tug at, he’ll also grip it tightly and bring your head up so he can kiss you deeply while he’s pumping you full of his cum. 

Mating press: if he HAD to pick, it would be this. He loves pressing your thighs against your sides, sliding his cock slowly but roughly in and out of your sopping cunt. You’re almost crying at the slow drag of him against your walls, his pelvis kissing your clit with every thrust. Also, it’s in the name. He loves filling you, making you his, and eventually, fucking a baby into you. 

Spooning: anything where you’re pressed against him and he feels every tremor pass through your body? Fuck he loves it. He especially likes lifting a leg over his shoulder, kissing your neck, your shoulder, anything he can reach while you’re trembling against him. He goes even slower in this position, savouring the low moans he pulls from you with every thrust. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bucky would be serious for like the first few rounds, shutting you up with a kiss every time you giggle, smacking your thigh lightly if a joke escapes you. 

But by the time he’s tapped out, he’s chuckling against your lips when you tighten around him, smirking every time his cock slips out of your poor abused cunt, and even whispers jokes with you while thrusting into you. He’s not particularly fond of having a comedy show during sex but he has his moments, especially with how long he can go for. 

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

… Come on. He’s a war vet from the 40s, an ex-assassin, and full-time congressman slash hero. He either doesn’t have time or doesn’t care enough to shave past a trim. He’s not fond of the bald look on himself, he finds it looks ridiculous, so he just… lets it grow. He trims it once in a while, especially when you make a comment about it tickling when you’re sucking his cock, but he’s never fully shaved. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

BUCKY BARNES IS A ROMANTIC, DRAG ME TO JAIL IF YOU WANT BUT I KNOW HE IS. Not necessarily in pace (we’ll explore that later haha) or in words, but he will always make sure you know just how much you matter to him, how much he loves you. He’ll do the nastiest, dirtiest things all while kissing you so deeply you feel his love literally seeping from him. He’ll call you his slut, his good little fucktoy, but always check in with you once in a while, whispering to make sure he isn’t hurting you. This man is a big softie wrapped in a massive cock and big muscles. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he knows he’ll be seeing you soon, he will not touch himself. Literally will stop himself everytime he even thinks about it. He refuses to let any of his cum go to waste on his hand when you’re so close to him. So yeah, if you have a date tonight, or if you live together, he rarely touches himself and most of the time it’s for your own viewing pleasure. He is incredibly sexy when his abs are flexing and his fingers are tightly wrapped around his cock, chest flushed red. 

BUT, big but, if he’s on a mission or apart from you for a while, he’s jerking off to you every night. Like frantic strokes, looking at his little polaroid of you, replaying memories of you in his head, cumming a few times over his abs. The closer he gets to seeing you again, the more he does it BUT THE LESS HE LETS HIMSELF CUM. He literally edges himself just for you, just so he can fuck you all night when he sees you again, saving all of his cum just for you. (can you tell i have a cum fixation) 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Inspired by many, many Bucky smut fics on here. I picked five I think Bucky absolutely enjoys. 

Dirty talk: this man goes wild for you talking to him. Like during a movie, you two are a mess of limbs, just lazily cuddling and you’re so needy so you just… whisper in his ear how badly you need his cock, how much you want to get fucked into the couch, and he’s got you on your back in seconds. It gets to him so easily, like you could just make a passing comment in the kitchen about his arms and you’re bent over the counter with his cock in your cunt so quickly. And of course, he is a dirty talker. He talks you through the entire thing, like he’s fucking narrating an erotic audiobook. He’ll tell you how good you fucking feel around his cock, how much he wants to stuff you full, and how badly he wants to fuck your thighs after you’re tapped out. This man is a walking dirty talking machine and you cannot convince me otherwise. 

Barebacking and breeding: I mean, I fear he’s addicted to feeling you without a condom. Maybe the first few times, just to be safe, he won’t even mention liking it, just to make you feel safe and protected, but the second you mention being on birth control or just wanting it raw? He’s burning the box of condoms. You’ll never see a single condom in his apartment again. He loves the feeling of your gummy walls around his cock, with no stupid latex blocking you from him. And that leads into the second part: breeding. He adores stuffing you full of his cum, watching it leak out and drip onto his balls. He loves making a mess, and when you’re ovulating? He’s not letting you leave your bedroom. Whether you two want children or not, just the act of cumming inside you and making sure it doesn’t leak out drives him insane. If you want kids, he’ll tell you how badly he wants to fuck a baby into you, and he will do it. If you don’t, he’ll say how badly he wants to see you round with him, but will absolutely respect your decision because he’s a respectful KING. 

OKAY WARNING these last three imo stem from his trauma with HYDRA sooooo, be warned. Also all three tie in together sooo!

Begging: He loves having control. He had zero control during most of his life and having you begging underneath him whether to cum or just for more, he’ll thrive in that power he has over you. Obviously he would never do anything to hurt you ever, but he adores having you at his mercy. Like you’re begging him for release, or anything, and he goes wild because for once he’s the one in control. He was always told what to do and had no choice to listen, so you just mindlessly begging him for more, more, more, drives him to edge so quickly/ 

Dacryphilia: Not to delve too much into dark!bucky, but I truly truly believe he has a thing for making his partner cry during sex. Like not degradation, or humiliation, but just cry in pleasure. Maybe it’s some gratification thing from his past, but watching tears streak down your face because of how good he feels has him hard in seconds. He loves being able to provide pleasure instead of pain after his past, so you literally crying because he’s making you feel so fucking good, yeah he’s goner. He’ll fuck you slow and hard just to lick your tears from your cheeks. 

Orgasm control: Again, the control thing. I think he’d be able to let you have control one day, but most of the time, it’s a bit like he’s regaining part of the control he lost with HYDRA. He loves giving you orgasms but finds the act of withholding or granting them so fucking hot. Ties to the begging again, he’ll have you begging underneath him for an orgasm and he’ll stop, loving the tears (DACRYPHILIA MENTION) that streak down your cheeks from the pressure. And when he finally lets you cum, it's explosive. He’s built you up just to break you down and it’s glorious. But of course, the more he cums, the more he wants you to, so that orgasm withholding facade will drop quickly, and he’ll start forcing orgasms, ruining your orgasms, just to feel you whining underneath him. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s old fashioned, he loves fucking you into a classic old mattress. It’s his favorite thing, watching you stretched out on your shared bed, full of pillows, silk sheets and comfortable blankets. He’ll fuck you on the edge, right in the middle, anywhere on that bed. He loves being able to grip the headboard when he’s fucking your mouth or having you grip it when he’s fucking you doggystyle. 

But Bucky is Bucky, and if you say the right thing at the right time (or wrong depending), he’ll have you over a kitchen counter, on his motorcycle, in an alley, anywhere, so long as you’re okay with it. 

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

Oh many things. You could breathe differently around him and he’s a goner. You walk out in just his shirt and panties, morning breath and messy hair? Breakfast is forgotten, instead he’s eating you out on the counter, his tongue worshipping your cunt. You’re in heels and a tight dress before an event? He’s lifting one of your legs up and making you watch him fuck in and out of your pussy in a mirror, still fully clothed. You say something slightly dirty in the Watchtowel while sparring? You’re getting slammed on the training mat, his cock bulging in your stomach. 

Point is, Bucky is addicted to you. Every day, all day. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As much of a whore I am for the trope, he doesn’t share. You belong to him, and he hasn’t had anything like this before. Nothing he could keep, something that is solely his. So sharing, threesomes, anything? Out of the fucking question. (this is a very specific Bucky, I do believe that a bisexual -Sambucky or Stucky- Bucky, would absolutely love it though)

I also think he gets turned off by choking you. Especially with the metal arm. If you ask prettily enough, he’ll do it with his flesh hand but if you ask for the vibranium hand? He’s immediately brought back to the dozens of necks he’s broken with just a light crushing. Maybe one day, he’ll get used to it, but it’s a one way trip to traumaville for him. 

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

Bucky is so fucking skilled with his tongue. He loves having you sit on his face, loves fucking his tongue into you. He could just sit there untouched, giving you head until you cum, and even after. He’s not above not letting himself cum for hours if it means wringing five orgasms from you with just his mouth. He loves holding your thighs when he does it, loves when he lets go of them and they clamp around his head. He’s addicted to the feeling of your pussy clenching around his tongue or his finger if he’s sucking on your clit. 

And fuck does he love watching you give head. Your pretty lips wrapped around his cock drive him insane and he’ll start slow before picking up and absolutely driving his cock down your throat until you’re crying and gagging. He loves having you on your knees, but again, he’d rather die than cum anywhere else than your cunt so if he gets close, you’re getting flipped and his cock sinks into your pussy, once, twice, before he’s pumping you full.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bucky is slow and rough. He knows how to drag out pleasure, knows how to make you feel so damn good without having to piston in and out of you like a jackhammer. He likes dragging his cock against you, feeling every little twitch your pussy gives him. He adores the feeling of slowly fucking you, even if he is slamming inside you so damn hard. Though if you ask for it fast and rough he’ll give it. And eventually, even if he starts slow, the closer he gets, the more frantic his thrusts get. He loses the controlled facade the closer he gets to an orgasm, gripping your hips and slamming into you, bringing both of you to the edge. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he prefers to take his time with you, if you just mention being horny before an event or even during, he has you over the bathroom sink, whether it's the one safely tucked in your apartment or the public one at one of Valentina’s galas. He much prefers having you to himself for hours, in your bed, but isn’t above a quickie here and there. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bucky is so fucking game. Even if he’s not sure he’ll like it, he’ll let you try anything (within his own limits, especially if it involves his metal arm). You’ve seen a kink on instagram you wanna try? He’ll do his best to provide. You want to introduce toys? Sure, why not? You mention wanting to try using his knife during sex? He might be incredibly concerned for a second, but once you explain how you want it safely? Yeah, he’s so down. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

BUCKY BARNES DOES NOT LAST LONG FANCLUB RISE UP. I think that man can cum SO many times and can go on for hours and hours, but I really don’t think he lasts long. A round can last only a few minutes until he’s choking on a breath over how tightly your cunt’s gripping him and how good you feel, but he’s hardening within seconds, ready for another round. He’ll stuff you so full of his cum (he has tons. fight me.) and still keep going, even if he has an orgasm pretty quickly. He’ll last longer if he tries, but he knows how much you love breaking him so damn quickly, with your pussy, your mouth, your hands, even your thighs. If you’re fully tapped out and tell him you’re done, but he’s still hard? You’ll let him fuck your thighs, and he can finish like three more times just on your thighs alone. 

(I also think it’s a trauma response but let’s not get into that here ha) 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s willing to try but is the type of boyfriend to get jealous of his partner’s toys. Like he loves watching you feel good, whether he’s the one fucking you with a dildo or if he’s just watching you, but the more he thinks about it the more he wants to be the one making you feel good. Vibrators are different. While he likes rubbing your clit, seeing the way your face contorts when he brings the vibrator to your clit? Shit, that does him in. And don’t even get him started on cock rings. He fucking loves them, loves being so damn hard his cock is flushed an angry red, loves the pressure and slight pain the ring offers. 

Bucky likes toys, but has a personal vendetta against dildos. Especially the ones that cum. Because why should anything else but him get to cum inside you?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Fuck, like five percent? He’d try. Really. He’d tease you for like a total of two minutes, and then snap. He can’t hold himself back sometimes, and watching you wriggle and moan beneath him from his light touches, he can’t take it. He’s inside you in seconds, all ideas of teasing gone from his mind. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bucky is loud. Bucky moans, Bucky growls, Bucky grunts, like he’s going to make sure you know just how fucking amazing you feel. He’ll talk through the entire thing, sometimes choking on his words with a grunt when you clench around him. He’s pretty loud, and you’ve definitely traumatized a few of the New Avengers/original Avengers with your sounds. When he cums, he’s shouting, groaning, telling you how badly he wants to breed you, how good you feel milking his cock, and that usually does you in, driving you to another orgasm. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The man loves a bush. I have no explanation or development for this other than Bucky loves bushes. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big big big. Everywhere, his arms, his chest, his thighs. His cock? Huge. Lightly curved, perfectly tailored to hit your most sensitive spot. Again, he's massive, and loves pressing his hand down to your lower stomach to feel the bulge. He’s got a lot of scars all over his body, and while he’s ashamed of some of them , he’ll let you kiss every single one of them after sex, rubbing his broad shoulders and kissing his prickly jaw. His thighs are huge and powerful, just like his arms. 

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

Super soldier. Super high. He’s constantly hard around you, whether he intends to do something about it or not. Of course, he’s a respectful king so if you don’t feel like it? He’ll cuddle next to you, a blanket wrapped over the both of you and watch movies. But genuinely, it’s not even just sexual, it is just the feeling of you being around him, trusting him enough to live with him, to let him fuck you. He’s constantly amazed that you let him do all those things and he’s always ready to worship you. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky waits until you’re asleep. He slowly pulls out of you, whispering praises in your ear, kissing your forehead, your cheek, your lips, your neck, soothingly running his hand down your sides until your eyes shut and your breathing evens out. And only then will he let himself curl up against you and sleep, another trauma response. He wants to protect you, wants you to feel safe enough to fall asleep in his arms, and will only let him get rest once you’ve found your bliss. 

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This was insanely long, and I wrote it in like 2 hours, I feel insane.

[lazysoulwriter]

eyes on her. - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro x actress!reader, red carpet setting, public relationship, established couple, soft obsession, internet thirst, proud boyfriend energy, fluff with intense sexual tension.

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It wasn’t their first red carpet together — but it was the first one where your name was in bold letters on the marquee behind you.

Your movie. Your moment.

Pedro had offered to let you walk alone, give you the full spotlight. He knew how hard you’d worked for it. But the second he saw you step out of the car in that dress — elegant, backless, sculpted to perfection — any idea of playing it cool went right out the damn window.

You posed with confidence. Poised, graceful, your smile soft but powerful. A woman completely in her element.

And Pedro? Pedro stood just off to the side, jaw slack, pupils dilated, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek like he was holding back a feral groan.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

You glanced at him, already laughing. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t,” he whispered, hand reaching for your waist as you turned for another round of photos. “You look like a fucking goddess.”

The flashbulbs were relentless. You turned and smiled, did the practiced poses, but every few seconds your eyes flicked to him — and he was still staring. Devouring. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. His hand hovered at the small of your back the whole time, barely touching, just enough to make you feel grounded.

Someone in the crowd shouted, “Pedro! Look at her like you love her!”

He didn’t even blink. “I do.”

—

The photos hit Twitter within minutes. And the internet did not survive.

📸 Pedro Pascal at the [movie title] premiere, looking at his girlfriend like he wants to frame her and hang her in the Louvre. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

“He’s not looking at her. He’s worshiping her.” “I’m sorry but if my man doesn’t look at me like Pedro looks at her, I don’t want it.” “Pedro Pascal stans HER and I stan HIM for that.” “You just know he was whispering filth in her ear between shots.”

You didn’t even open the full feed — just scrolled past enough to blush and toss your phone facedown on the hotel bed. Pedro caught a glimpse over your shoulder and smirked.

“Internet’s losing it, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “They think you’re obsessed with me.”

He stepped behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, voice rough at your ear.

“They’re right.”

And when you turned to kiss him, hands tugging at the lapels of his suit, you knew — for all the flashing lights and all the eyes on you — his were the only ones that ever really mattered.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[nellasbookplanet]

Book recs: possession, bodysnatching and bodysharing

Demons, ghosts, aliens, sentient bacteria, artificial intelligences - isn't there something fascinating about the idea of sharing a body with another being like a giant get-along t-shirt? No? Too bad, because I'm going to tell you about books featuring this trope anyway.

A note: multiple of these books are sequels where the bodysnatching/possession aspect plays little to no part in the first book. In all these cases, I still recommend starting with book one. I also in one case chose not to include a certain sequel that I loved as even mentioning it in this context would be a huge spoiler, so, uh, sorry about that.

For more details on the books, continue under the readmore. Titles marked with * are my personal favorites. And as always, feel free to share your own recs in the notes!

If you want more book recs, check out my masterpost of rec lists!

Brain Plague by Joan Slonczewski*

Chrys, a struggling artist, agrees to become a carrier for a sentient strain of microbes. With their help, Chrys breathes new life into her career and becomes a success. But every microbe society is different - some function as friends and brain enhancers to their carrier, while others become a literal brain plague, a living addiction taking over the life of their carrier. And like every society, the microbe community is in constant flux - including the one inside Chrys's head.

Children of Ruin (Children of Time series) by Adrian Tchaikovsky*

Sequel to Children of Time. Millenia and generation spanning scifi. After the collapse of the Earthen empire, a project to terraform various planets and use them to uplift other species to sentience in left unfinished. However, both species and planets continue evolving on their own, and when what remains of humanity flees the dying Earth millenia later, these planets might be their only hope of survival. But the uplifted species aren't the only intelligent life out there, and are far from the most dangerous as the survivors encounter something capable of terraforming the human body itself.

Leech by Hiron Ennes*

Unbeknownst to humanity, a sentient hive mind has taken over the entire medical profession to ensure the health of their host species. One of their doctors is sent off to an isolated location where they’re cut off from the rest of the hive mind, only to realize they’re faced with a rivaling parasitic entity. Leech hands you only just enough information to get by, and whether its historical fantasy, an alternate timeline, or futuristic post apocalypse is hard to determine. It’s spooky and a bit weird and wildly creative.

A Memory Called Empire (Texicalaan duology) by Arkady Martine

Mahit Dzmare is an ambassador sent to the center of the multi-system Teixcalaanli Empire, where she discovers that her predecessor has died. Trying to protect her home, a small independent mining station, from being taken over by the empire, Mahit struggles to find out the truth of her predecessor's death while carrying the voice of his ghost in her head, guiding her as best he can. Features a sapphic relationship but focuses more on world-building than romance.

Ninefox Gambit (Machineries of Empire trilogy) by Yoon Ha Lee*

Military space opera where belief and culture shape the laws of reality, causing all kinds of atrocities as empires do everything in their power to force as many people as possible to conform to their way of life to strengthen their technology and weapons. It’s also very queer, with gay, lesbian and trans major characters, albeit little to no romance. Disgraced Captain Kel Cheris is given a second chance by allying with the undead Commander Shous Jedao, who in life never lost a battle, but also went mad and massacred his own army. Now, Cheris must decide just how far she can trust him, with her forces as well as with her sense of self.

My Heart is Human by Reese Hogan

Nine years ago, all complex technology was made illegal. This complicates life for Joel, young transgender single father, as a bionic just uploaded itself into his brain without consent. Scared of losing his daughter, Joel tries to keep the bionic secret while using it to fix his life, but things quickly get more complicated as the bionic gains more and more control of his body. A bit simplistic in writing style but makes a lot of cool parallels of bodily autonomy to Joel’s experiences as a transman.

Bonus rec: if you like the general concept of struggling for physical control over one’s body with an AI, may I also suggest the (much grittier and gory) movie Upgrade.

The Host by Stehpenie Meyer*

The Host follows Wanderer, an alien part of an invading force on Earth. Humans have been defeated and are being used as host bodies, but Wanderer's host Melanie is being difficult and refuses to fade away. Instead she fills Wanderer's mind with images of Jared, the man she loves and who's still in hiding. With Melanie's feelings bleeding into Wanderer's the two reluctantly ally to find and keep safe the man they both love. While The Host does feature Meyer's trademark romance - of which I'm not the biggest fan - the more interesting and arguably more central relationship is that between Wanderer and her human host.

Needle by Hal Clement

1950s classic. A small island in the pacific ocean and a fourteen-year-old boy have just become the center of an interstellar chase between an alien Hunter and the criminal he’s pursuing. Robert is a regular boy, but he has a very special passenger: an alien symbiont hiding inside his body. The alien became stranded on Earth as he pursued a criminal of his own species, and now they are both trapped on the same island, playing a game of cat and mouse as Robert and the Hunter struggle to find their prey before it finds them.

Malevolent by Harlan Guthrie*

Lovecraftian horror mystery. Private detective Arthur Lester wakes up in his office, his partner dead, memories fuzzy, vision gone, and the voice of a malevolent entity in his mind. Unable to see, Arthur is forced to rely on guidance from the entity as he attempts to solve the mystery of what it is and where it came from. Is this a book? No. But as someone who reads mostly audiobooks, the difference between a book and a fiction podcast is negligible, and also I love this story and its characters and want all of you to do so too.

Goddess of Filth by V. Castro

Novella. What starts as a drunken seance between friends ends with one of them chanting in Nahuatl, the language of their Aztec ancestors. Following that night, the formerly shy Fernanda has changed. While her family calls for priests, claiming her possessed by a demon, Fernanda's friends believe what has taken up residence in her is something decidedly older. A quick read featuring female rage, desire and empowerment, this is a different twist on the typical possession story.

This Alien Shore by C.S. Friedman

Space opera in which humanity found a way to faster than light travel and began establishing colonies all over the galaxy, only to belatedly realize the method of FTL caused irreversible mutations and disabilities and leaving their nascent colonies to die. Much later, many of the colonies have survived and thrived, and one has found a new method of FTL travel, allowing an interconnected space society to grow. However, Earth is on the hunt for their method and is prepared to do anything to steal it. Trapped in the middle of all this and forced on the run is young Jamisia, who is little by little coming to realize that not only might she be the very solution Earth is after, she's also not alone in her own mind and body.

Touch by Claire North*

Kepler should have died long ago, beaten to death in an alley. Instead, a switch happened as Kepler leapt into and took control of the body of the killer. Since then, Kepler has lived in body after body, having gained the ability to inhabit anyone with a touch and stay for anything from a few minutes to an entire lifetime. Kepler cares much for the host bodies, and when one of them is brutally assassinated, Kepler must find the killer, avenge the host's death, and stop it from happening again. You want a fucked up main character with fucked up morals who still genuinely cares for people? Then boy do I have the book for you!

The Midnight Bargain by C.L. Polk

Fantasy romance. Beatrice Clayborn is a sorceress, but if her family gets its way she won't remain so for long. Married women are forbidden from practicing magic, and Beatrice's father is intent on marrying her off to save them from destitution. Beatrice has a different plan: become so powerful a sorceress that she can herself save her father's business and becomes too valuable to marry off. To achieve this, she strikes a bargain with a minor spirit of fortune. In return, the spirit demands to be present in Beatrice's body as she experiences her first kiss... a kiss with a man who might jeopardize all her plans.

Pandemonium by Daryl Gregory

Del Perce's world is almost indistinguishable from ours, the only difference being the presence of possessing entities that can strike with little to no warning. When he was young, Del was possessed by one of these demons, which was eventually exorcised. But now he’s experiencing a resurgence of symptoms, a voice in his head demanding to be freed. To save himself, Del races to find out the truth behind the possessions.

The Thousand Eyes (The Serpent Gates duology) by A.K. Larkwood*

Sequel to The Unspoken Name (please read that first, I promise this duology is very worth it). These books have a lot going on: portals, flying ships, orcs, elves, creepy snake gods, possessions, cults, immortal evil mages who traumatize teens as their hobby, gay and lesbian frenemies, the works. Csorwe, born and raised in a cult and meant as a sacrifice, escapes her intended death with a mage who becomes her mentor. But he has dangerous motives of his own, and Csorwe must decide where her loyalties lie.

A Skinful of Shadows by Frances Hardinge

Young adult, historical. All her life, Makepeace's mother has been teaching her how to defend herself from the possession of ghosts, until one day her guard drops and a wild and fierce spirit slips in. When Makepeace's mother dies and she is sent to live with her father's family, this spirit might be her only defence. Because her family is harboring dark secrets, and they have plans for Makepeace... plans which do not care for her well-being. Unlike most other YA I've read in terms of vibes and plot, A Skinful of Shadows is a unique and intriguing read.

Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson*

Young adult fantasy. Artemisia prefers the dead to the living, and is training to become a Gray Sister, a nun who helps the souls of the deceased pass on to the afterlife rather than remain as dangerous spirits. To defend her convent, Artemisia accepts the help of a dangerous revenant, a powerful spirit which grants her great power but also could possess her the moment her guard is lowered. As evil threatens her homeland, Artemisia and the revenant must find a way to work together.

A Psalm of Storms and Silence by Roseanne A. Brown

Young adult fantasy. Sequel to A Song of Wraiths and Ruin. To save his family, Malik has made a deal with a dangerous spirit with equally dangerous demands - the death of the princess. Meanwhile, princess Karina is seeking her own power, meaning to resurrect her assassinated sister no matter what the prize. As their paths intertwine, the consequences of their pursuits keep getting higher, both for them, their nation, and the entire world.

Grey Sister (Book of the Ancestor trilogy) by Mark Lawrence

Sequel to Red Sister. Fantasy with sci-fi flavor. Nona is being raised to become a killer at the Convent of Sweet Mercy. But dangerous classes aren’t Nona's only problem: her planet is slowly dying, and her own inner demons whisper in her mind. As the sun grows weaker and ice creeps ever closer, Nona and her allies race to save themselves from extinction.

Fifth Quarter (Quarters series) by Tanya Huff*

Sequel to Sing the Four Quarters. Fifth Quarter is only loosely connected to the first book in the series so you could read it as a standalone, however I still recommend starting with Sing the Four Quarters as it is very good. Bannon and Vree are siblings and highly skilled assassins, but they are put to the test when a failed assassination finds them sharing a body, their intended victim having stolen Bannon's. Now, they must choose between remaining loyal to their Empire, or helping their supposed victim find a new body to steal - and he doesn't want just any body, he wants the royal prince.

The Nein Eyes of Lucien by Madeline Roux*

Recommended with the caveat that you're unlikely to get the full experience unless you have also watched Critical Role Campaign 2 (which is quite the time investment, but very worth it). It follows the antagonist Lucien, first owner of the body we know as Mollymauk Tealeaf, both before Lucien lost his body and after he regains it in the ultimate struggle against Mollymauk's old friends, the Mighty Nein.

Bonus AKA I haven't read these yet but they seem really cool

The Scratch Daughters (The Scapegracers trilogy) by H.A. Clarke

Sequel to The Scrapegracers. Sideways Pike used to be able to perform only party tricks, but in finding new friends and starting a coven, the four become powerful witches. But not everyone wants witches around. After having gotten her spectre stolen and losing her ability to perform magic, Sideways is forced to rely on Mr. Scratch, a book demon taking the place of her spectre to keep her alive. Now she must struggle to get her magic back before it’s too late.

Riding the Odds by Lynda K. Scott

Sci-fi romance. Tara Rowan is a spaceship captain with secrets - a past she wants to leave behind, and Zie, an organic symbiote which grants her greater strengths and reflexes. But when sexy Holy Knight Trace Munroe blackmails her in an attempt to rescue a missing princess, Tara's secrets are in danger of being revealed.

What Doesn't Break by Cassandra Khaw

Like The Nine Eyes of Lucien, you're unlikely to get the full experience of What Doesn't Break unless you're also a viewer of Critical Role. It follows the backstory of Laudna, undead sorceress and warlock with the ghostly presence of the necromancer who once murdered her keeping residence in her mind and tugging at her strings.

Every Day (Every Day trilogy) by David Levithan

Every day, A wakes up with a new body and a new life. A has rules on how to deal with this existence - don't get attached, don't get noticed, and don't interfere. But when A finds themself falling in love, all their established rules no longer apply. This one has also been adapted as a movie!

This Body's Not Big Enough for Both of Us by Edgar Cantero

A. and Z. Kimrean are twin siblings and private eyes - they also share the same body, calling themselves A.Z. When someone starts murdering the sons and heirs of a ruthless crime boss, it falls on A.Z. Kimrean to solve the case and find the killer before all out gang war breaks out.

A Madness of Angels (Matthew Swift series) by Kate Griffin

Two years ago, sorcerer Matthew Swift was killed. Today, he woke back up. And he isn't alone in his body... Now, he seeks vengeance not only against the one who killed him, but also against the one who brought him back.

Honorary mentions AKA these didn't really work for me but maybe you guys will like them: Bone Rider by J. Fally, The Lives of Tao by Wesley Chu, What's Left of Me by Kat Zhang, Hunter of Demons by Jordan L. Hawk, Odder Still by D.N. Bryn

[shelovesosa]

BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT BABY

MDNI. Smut ahead!!!

You were testing him. You had to be. Why else would you lounge around his apartment in just his shirt and those little cotton panties, acting like you didn’t notice the way his eyes followed every sway of your hips? Every stretch. Every soft sigh when you yawned and let the hem of his shirt ride up your thighs.

It was day five of the sex ban. And Satoru Gojo was fucking unraveling.

At first, he acted cocky about it—“Pfft, I’ve gone longer. Easy. No big deal.” Then he started trying to tempt you instead—walking around naked, moaning exaggeratedly in the shower, “accidentally” grinding against you when reaching for the remote.

But tonight, it was something else. Tonight he begged. He dropped to his knees in front of you where you sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glassy, hands trembling slightly as he slid them up your thighs.

“Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Please, baby. Let me eat you. Let me feel you on my tongue. I need it—I need you.”

You just looked down at him lazily, legs still closed, watching him melt.

“Five days,” you reminded him, “and you were so cocky, too.”

“I was lying,” he whined. “I’m a liar. A dumb, pathetic, horny liar. But I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. I’ll worship your pussy like it’s my last meal, I swear.”

You raised a brow. “And what do I get out of this?”

“I’ll be your toy,” he said, face pressing between your thighs even though they hadn’t opened. “Use me. Sit on my face. Spit in my mouth—fuck, I’ll cry if that’s what gets me back inside you.”

You leaned back a little, lazily spreading your legs. “Then prove it.”

Gojo groaned so loudly it bordered on obscene, and he dove in—mouth hot and desperate, tongue flattening against the soaked spot in your panties before he tugged them aside and moaned into your cunt like a man starved.

He licked, sucked, slurped with absolutely no shame, murmuring filth into your pussy like prayer.

“So wet already—fuck, you missed me, didn’t you?”

“You taste so fucking good, I could drown in you.”

“Come on my tongue, baby, please—I need it.”

Your fingers tangled in his messy white hair as he devoured you, grinding his hips into the floor like a needy dog, desperate for any stimulation.

“You’re so fucking loud,” you teased breathily. “You really might cry.”

“I will,” he gasped, voice shaking. “Let me fuck you after. I’ll beg the whole time. I’ll say whatever you want—I’ll tell you you’re my goddess, my owner, anything. Just let me come inside you.”

“Hmm,” you smirked, dragging his face even closer. “You can beg a little more first.”

And he did—desperately, sloppily, messily—his mouth and chin soaked, cock rock hard and untouched, pleading like a man completely broken down by you.

You didn't even tell him it was okay. You just climbed into his lap and watched his eyes widen in awe—like you were some sacred creature he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch.

His cock was already painfully hard, tip flushed and twitching against his stomach, and the second you sank down on him—slowly, letting every inch stretch you open—Satoru’s mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“F—fuck,” he gasped, head falling back as you took him to the base. “You’re so tight. You’re—mmnh—fuck, thank you.”

You rolled your hips once—slow, slow, mean—and he bucked beneath you immediately, trying to chase it.

“Nuh uh,” you murmured, gripping his shoulders tight. “You begged, remember? That means I’m in charge now.”

He whimpered. Whimpered. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Whatever you want. I’m yours—just don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

You rode him steady, hips moving with slow, controlled rhythm, grinding your clit against him every time you dropped down. His hands gripped your thighs like lifelines, eyes fluttering every time your walls clenched around him.

“Gonna cry again?” you teased, leaning forward to nip at his jaw. “You’re so sensitive now. Poor baby.”

“I’m—g-gonna come,” he moaned, breath catching. “Please let me—please, please, I’ll come whenever you say—”

You slowed to a stop, just letting him throb inside you. His whole body twitched, chest heaving.

“Oh my god,” he whimpered, back arching. “You’re evil.”

You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth. “And you love it.”

His voice cracked as he whispered, "I fucking worship it."

[formulafanfics13]

Lactation kink/Nipple play for Landinhooo, pretty please?!

Wife has a clogged duct and tries a bunch of things to unclog it, but nothing works. Landinho, being the adorable and horny hubby he is does his research and finds out the best way to help his lady is to SUCK THEM TITTIES !

Needless to say things become pretty intense for the new parents (once the painful part is over) because both of them find great pleasure in this...ahem...activities 🥵 and ofc because it's them two, it's chaotic bc they are a fun and very unhinged couple. It's all giggles and moans with them😌

-🎀

liquid gold - LN4 🔥

Masterlist

summary: she’s a few weeks postpartum and nursing like a goddess, but a clogged duct brings tears to her eyes. her sweet, unhinged husband decides to do some very thorough research… and ends up discovering a new shared kink in the process. warnings: lactation kink, nipple play, breastfeeding mention, postpartum body worship, oral fixation, fingering, unprotected sex, mild overstimulation, softness and filth in equal measure, chaos, giggly smut, married reader, lando being lando

The pain was… fucking unbearable. A deep, swollen throb behind the left nipple. Like someone had tucked a marble under her skin and let it burn.

She winced through gritted teeth as she tried to massage the duct again, bent over in the worst fucking yoga pose of her life while a breast pump whirred pathetically next to her.

“Nope,” she hissed, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. “Still blocked. Still feels like death. Still hate my tits.”

Lando looked up from his phone with that soft, scrunched expression of concern that somehow made her want to cry and laugh and ride him all at once.

“Baby…” He stood from the couch, bare-chested in his baggy boxers, curls damp from a shower, eyes wide and gentle. “Are you sure you don’t wanna call the midwife? You’re in so much pain.”

“She’ll tell me the same shit. Hot compress. Massage. Feed on that side. Hang upside down and moo like a cow. I’ve done it all.” She whimpered, clutching the boob like it personally betrayed her. “It’s winning. I’m being defeated by my own left tit.”

Lando nodded solemnly like this was the greatest tragedy he’d ever witnessed. “Okay. Okay. Sit down. Drink some water. I’m gonna fix this. I got you, yeah?”

She blinked, suspicious. “What are you gonna do? You don’t even have tits.”

He gave her a cheeky little smirk and kissed her forehead. “No, but I’ve always loved yours. I consider myself something of a connoisseur.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned, shoving at him playfully. “Don’t make this about your tit obsession.”

“I’m not! I’m not!” He ducked away from her smack, still grinning. “I’m gonna Google. I’ll only use the good sites, promise. No Reddit.”

She sighed, slumping onto the bed and cuddling their body pillow like it owed her rent. “Godspeed, Norris.”

Ten minutes later he returned with the most serious face imaginable, clutching his phone like it held the secrets of the universe. “So. I found something.”

She glanced up warily. “If it involves cabbage leaves, I’m divorcing you.”

“No! It’s like… it’s legit. Apparently if the baby can’t suck it out, the husband should try. Because grown-up mouths create more suction.”

She stared at him. “You want to suck the clog out of my boob.”

Lando shrugged like it was the most obvious solution in the world. “Yeah?”

She blinked. He grinned.

“Lan…”

“No no, think about it! I’m helpful. I’ve got a strong jaw. I can suction like a Dyson. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

“That is not helpful.”

“You’re suffering. I’m horny. This is a win-win.”

She burst out laughing, half in pain, half in chaos. “You’re such a freak.”

His voice softened. “I’m serious though. If it helps, I’ll do it. You don’t have to pump again. You don’t have to cry anymore. Let me try, yeah? Just a little. I promise I won’t be weird.”

“You’re already being weird.”

“I’ll be sweet. I’ll be gentle. I’ll pretend I’m not enjoying it.”

“You’ll fail.”

“I will. Miserably.”

She giggled again, biting her lip, then exhaled slowly. The boob was throbbing. And she was exhausted. And maybe - just maybe - letting her absurd, nipple-obsessed husband try wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. “…Fine.”

He blinked. “Wait, really?”

“You have one try.”

Lando lit up like a child at Christmas, crawling up the bed on his hands and knees with that unhinged little sparkle in his eyes. She rolled her eyes and tugged her shirt off. “Don’t look so smug. You haven’t done anything yet.”

“Oh, I’m about to do everything.”

“Lando…”

“Sorry sorry,” he grinned, settling beside her. “I’m focusing. Doctor mode.”

“You are not a doctor.”

“I got good fingers though.”

“Jesus Christ.”

He kissed her shoulder, then gently cupped the swollen breast with reverence, like it was sacred. It was sacred. Postpartum had made him soft and feral in equal measure, and there was something about the way he held her now that made her heart lurch.

“This one?” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently under the curve of her breast.

She nodded, already wincing. “Yeah. Inner side. About two inches from the nipple.”

He leaned forward and pressed a careful kiss to the spot. “You’re doing amazing.”

“I’m lying on a pillow half-naked while my husband prepares to suck the sadness out of my tit.”

“Exactly. A hero’s journey.”

She snorted, then flinched as another throb hit. “Alright, alright. Go on, Doctor Titty.”

Lando kissed her again, slow and sweet, then lowered his mouth to her nipple. His tongue was soft at first, warm and cautious, lapping at the base as his fingers gently massaged the swollen duct. When she didn’t hiss or smack him away, he wrapped his lips around her and began to suck. Firm. Deep. Focused.

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh.”

His eyes flicked up instantly. You okay?

She nodded quickly, a little breathless. “That actually… fuck, that feels good.”

He kept going. A little deeper now. Drawing more into his mouth, creating suction with the same dedication he probably used in the sim rig. His hand stroked her side, grounding her. His eyes never left hers. Then, after thirty seconds, she felt it. A sudden shift. Like a bubble popping. A rush of relief.

“Oh my god.” She gasped, grabbing his shoulder. “Lando. It’s working. Oh my god it’s actually working.”

He pulled back slightly, lips glistening, eyes wild. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m not stopping.”

He went back in, hungrier now, and something inside her cracked. Because the pain was gone. But the heat was still there. And his mouth on her nipple felt far too good. And she was leaking. And he was licking it up like it was his fucking job.

She moaned. Loud. Lando’s cock twitched against her thigh. He grinned around her tit.

“You’re enjoying this,” she panted.

He pulled off with a wet pop and looked way too pleased with himself. “You taste so good. It’s not my fault you’re like. A literal milk goddess.”

“Lando.”

“I wanna live here.”

“On my boob?”

“In your tits. Between them. Inside them. I’d shrink myself if I could.”

She laughed again, giddy and horny and overwhelmed. “You are so not normal.”

He just smirked, kissing across her chest, dragging his tongue slowly between her breasts, nuzzling the soft postpartum skin with a kind of reverent filth that made her squirm.

“You’re so hot,” he murmured, sucking a new bruise beneath her collarbone. “Like insane hot. Mum hot. Milk hot. Your body made our baby and it’s still turning me on so bad I might die.”

“You’re gonna fuck me over a tit massage.”

“Not unless you want me to.”

She did. So fucking badly. His hand slid down, teasing between her thighs. She was soaked. He groaned. “Fuck, baby.”

“I know.”

“You need me?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna ride?”

She nodded breathlessly.

He grinned. “Then hop on. Bring those magic tits with you.”

Riding Lando post-birth was different. Slower. Softer. Deeper. Her hips rolled like honey, dripping and lazy, every drag of his cock making her whimper as her body adjusted. He sat up underneath her, arms locked around her waist, mouth still latched to her tit like a man possessed. It was filthy. Sensual. Somehow healing.

“Fuck, I love you,” he mumbled against her skin, sucking a little harder until she moaned. “You’re so perfect. So soft. So sweet.”

She clutched his curls and rocked harder, bouncing slightly, her other breast leaking milk across his chest.

He gasped. “Oh my god.”

She laughed through a moan. “That turn you on?”

“Are you kidding? I’m obsessed.”

He dragged his tongue through the mess, groaning at the taste, and she nearly collapsed from the feeling of it all. His cock hitting deep. His mouth at her chest. The heat. The closeness. The chaos.

“Lan… I’m gonna come.”

“Then do it.”

“You’re so fucking filthy.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

He grinned up at her, cheeks flushed, lips shiny. “Then come all over my cock, sweet girl. I’ll hold your tits after. Kiss them better. Help you fall asleep.”

“Jesus Christ.”

She came hard, eyes fluttering, head thrown back, milk dripping down her stomach as Lando fucked up into her like she was the center of the universe. She barely noticed when he came seconds later, growling into her breast, one hand tugging her closer, the other cupping her boob like it was his entire religion.

They collapsed in a tangled, sticky heap, limbs heavy and trembling, the bed a battlefield of sweat, milk, and love.

He nuzzled into her neck, panting. “I think we just discovered a new hobby.”

She laughed weakly. “Lactation?”

“Yeah.”

“Figures. You’ve always been obsessed with tits.”

He kissed her jaw. “Not just any tits. Yours.”

She rolled her eyes, still breathless. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m your ridiculous husband. With a milk addiction.”

“You’re a menace.”

“I’m gonna suck them again tomorrow.”

“Only if you make breakfast.”

“I’ll bring it to bed.”

“With a side of tit?”

“Always.”

[bunny-jpeg]

willing wife

capt. john price

tags: smut/pwp, rough sex, stress relief, size difference/kink, dirty talk, doggy style, age gap (20s/40s), passionate sex, established relationship (married), smutty goodness

  "I'm going home to my wife."

Price said it without hesitation or a pause. As soon as he said it he was out of the room and headed towards his car. He was frustrated, annoyed above all else. The mission planning was taking far too long for something that seemed so simple.

He could hear what his comrades were saying, but didn't stop the answer any of their questions - the mission didn't matter, he had another one that was more important. He needed to get home to you.

As he sat in the car for a moment to compose himself, he sent you a single text message, "clothes off and in bed, big bear needs his stress relief." And he knew that you'd be nude and ready for him.

Like a good wife.

He opened the door to your shared home and barked out, "Honey, I'm home." And he could hear a bit of movement upstairs. With his boots off, he encroached up the stairs. His steps were heavy and forceful like a lumbering bear.

And when he opened the bedroom door full, he saw you. Oh his sweet little wife. Soft eyes, softer lips, with curves that Price wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into. A single glance at you had his cock throbbing in his work pants.

  "There's my angel." He said, "There's my baby girl." He pulled at the military issued belt, "Ready for me?"

You nodded and shifted a little on the bed to give your husband more of a view of your naked body. You looked divine, perfect beyond words. As you admired him while he undressed, he could feel the ache in his cock for you.

Patient, loyal - like a good wife. God a body of a goddess and a mind to hold down the fort while Price fought wars. And he'd always come home to you. Bury himself in your slick cunt and remind you that you were a good wife.

He was quicker to undress himself, you were already nude. The only thing on your body was your wedding ring. How sweet. Happy you'd never take it off, unless it was do to the dishes or make him a proper Sunday dinner. The thought excited him, none of his boys had a wife like him.

He licked his lips and crawled into bed with you, "Been thinkin'."

"Never a good sign." You replied as you cradled his face in your hands, "A man like you shouldn't think too much." Your expression changed, eyes went wide as he pinned you down on the bed by your shoulders and his hard cock brushed up against your thigh.

  "No need for the commentary, sweetheart." He leaned further in against you, "Need that soaked, pretty pussy right now." Then man-handled you till you were on your stomach with your hips raised to meet his aching cock, "Thinkin' about ruining you again. Carving a space for only my cock in your pussy. No other man will fit right when I'm done with you."

You let out a small noise, the words were like a small rush to your head as you felt the heavy presence of your husband behind you. Your stomach in knots, you were happy to help him in days of stress. It benefited you too, you loved how he took you on days like this.

There was much more of a power to his movements when he was hungry that way. When he needed you like this - soft and submissive. You were the head of the house as much as he was, but when he came home littered in stress. You gave up total control and let your tired husband rut into your pussy. Letting filth spill from his lips as his cock throbbed inside of you.

It was a fair trade off and made his morale better. Fuck away the stress.

  "Was it a hard day, pumpkin?" you asked sweetly as if your face wasn't pushed into the covers.

  "Harder than you'd believe. But that's alright now, sweetheart. Got my wife with me now." he said as he pressed his fuzzy chest against your sweaty back. Had a strong arm wrapped you as he used his free hand to guide his cock inside of your sweet, welcoming hole.

You let out a small noise, it was always a little too big for your liking. But Price was mostly delicate with getting it inside of you. Making sure that his little wife didn't get too ruined by him. He loved you too much for that, he wanted to make sure you were all his and knew already you were all his.

  "It's alright, sweetheart." he said, "You know me, she knows me. Just let me in. Always so welcoming, so sweet." He purred as he sank his heavy cock into your achy hole, "My sweet wife, all for me."

His voice burned in the back of your mind as he started to move against you. His thrusts heavy yet slow, they left your mind abuzz as he worked himself against you. Felt like a small slice of heavy with the feeling of his length pushed up inside of you.

You couldn't help but moan, need him so badly. You loved that you were his stress relief, that he could work himself on top of you and get the relief he needed. It made you feel full,heavy with lust and the weight of his cock pushed inside of you.

  "Take me so well." He mused, "Pretty little wife." He moved a bit faster, "Yeah, like that, sweetheart? I bet it feels good."

You whined in response, "Please, John."

  "I got ya, sweetheart. Let your husband have you tonight." he kissed the side of your neck and kept his grip on you firm. He had both arms wrapped around you as his tip bullied against the deepest parts of you. It was like that was where he belonged.

You were his wife, all his. And he'll happily make sure that his wife is taken care of while he fucks you with a desperate need.

  "I love you."

  "Love you too, sweetheart." He cooed.

His pace quickened and you felt the overwhelming need to have more of him. You always needed him, he was the subject of most of your fantasies. He wound himself in your mind anytime you got wet. You were needy for your husband just like he was needy for you.

The pleasure tasted good on the tip of your tongue. The pleasure felt heavy and hot in your gut as he fucked you against the mattress. He laid claim on your smaller body. He used his hairy form to shield you and press further into you. You were trapped in a way but the excitement of it only made the pleasure spike in your core.

Your man, your husband. The thought curled itself around you while he thrust deep into you. You could taste the want on your tongue as your noises got more needy. They got louder with each thump of his body against yours. It was a proper feeling for the both of you, something that left you gasping and whiny.

  "Pretty thing." He cooed, "And all mine. Get to come home to a clean home and a sweet cunt." His voice dipped deeper, his tone had sexual heat hung in it, "You feeling good, sweetheart?"

You nodded against the pillows, you were soaked between your legs. It felt well beyond just good. You held onto the covers while he fucked you and your back arched a little bit from the exhilaration of pleasure that raced through you.

  "Always love coming home to you." he said as he continued his rough movements, he continued to keep you pinned and made sure that he was giving you the pleasure you both deserved.

  "Fuck, John." You gasped.

  "Love the sound of that." He purred, "My sweetheart getting close?"

You moaned, "Yes!"

  "Love to hear it." he said as he quickened his pace, "Come on now, finish all over your husband's cock." His voice ran gin your mind as you let him fuck you with feverish want. You gasped against the pillows and your hips were raised up further.

It didn't take much longer for him to push you over the edge of orgasm. You gasped into the covers while your pussy clenched around him. You soon came all over his cock, coating him in your wetness.

  "I love you." You gasped.

He kissed your heated cheek and replied, "I love you too." While he continued to work himself against you. With a few more heavy thrusts of his own, he held onto you tightly and came inside of you, "Be a good girl and take all of it, alright? You'll be good for me." he purred.

You moaned, unable to form words as he slowed his pace to a stop. He held onto you and rubbed his chest up against your back, you felt the soft hairs against your sweaty skin which made you shudder with want. It felt good.

You turned your head a little bit to kiss him on the lips and he visibly relaxed against you. His softening cock stayed inside of you for a moment longer as you shared such a sweet kiss.

  "Mine." He said lowly. His tone edged with heat for you.

  "All yours, big bear."

He smiled proudly before you two were both on your backs on the soft bed. You were quickly held in your lover's arms and he kissed along your neck with tenderness. It felt warm in your body as the blankets were pushed down to the bottom of the bed.

Heat radiated between you two.

He said, "Should take an excellent picture of you tomorrow for the boys."

  "Do you not have any already?" You asked curiously.

  "No, ma'am. At least none where you have your clothes on." Then laughed when you shoved him. But he was quick to capture you closer into his arms and kissed across your heated cheeks, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Your tits are for my eyes only."

At least your husband was much more relaxed now.

[confessionsandcreampies]

m. bachira relationship headcanons

“you’re my muse!!”—this man doodles you everywhere. on napkins, shoes, notebook margins. one day you find a little cartoon you in his training shoes with a speech bubble saying, “kick their butts, meguru!” and he goes, “you’re my luck charm, duh.”

velcro boyfriend to the max—if you’re standing still for more than 0.2 seconds, he’s on you. wrapped around you. chin on your head. hands in your pockets. “i missed you,” he whines, literally two minutes after you came out of the shower.

makes you try weird drink combos—he walks up to you with the most heinous mix of juice and soda and goes, “try it! i call it megu-slime!” and if you gag he just laughs, drinks it himself, and then kisses you on the lips while saying, “there! now you tasted it anyway!”

play-fights over everything—who showers first. who picks the movie. who stole the last dumpling. he pokes your sides, chases you around the apartment, pins you to the couch like “ha! i win!”—and then just lays on you until you both fall asleep.

tells people you’re his other brain cell—he literally introduces you like, “this is my girlfriend! she helps me make good life choices and reminds me not to eat crayons!”

switchy little menace—one second he’s begging you to ride him while gripping your thighs like you’re a goddess, and the next he’s got your wrists pinned over your head and he’s panting, “look at you. so messy already. you like it when i go feral, huh?”

loves when you taste sweet—you wear strawberry lip gloss? he’s licking it off your lips before you even say hi. eat something sugary? he’s trailing kisses down your neck whispering, “you’re so sweet, i could eat you for dessert.”

oral fixation and obsession—he loves going down on you more than anything. licks, sucks, moans like he’s high off your taste. “stay still,” he murmurs, tongue flicking just right. “i’m not done yet. not till you scream.”

he asks to take nudes of you—he wants you sprawled across the bed, wearing his jersey or nothing at all, and lets out this low groan when he looks through the pics after. “you’re art, babe,” he says, then gets hard again from just looking at you.

absolute filth talker when he gets into it—“you like being stuffed full, don’t you?”—“look at you, soaking wet for me,my pretty little monster.”—“you make the dirtiest noises. i’m so obsessed with you it’s scary.”

finishes inside, always—he lives to feel you clench around him when he’s close. groans into your ear, “gonna fill you up… mark you up so good… so no one else even thinks about touching you.”

snuggles while still inside—aftercare? he kisses every inch of you. and if you’re cuddled up after? he’s still inside you. lazy little smile. “don’t move yet. you feel nice. let’s stay like this forever.”

[wintrbears]

Cradle Robbers | JJK (DRABBLE)

Summary: Jungkook decides to generously thank you for allowing him use your body for his pleasure, but your best friend is an overachiever and his immense gratitude leaves you absolutely breathless.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Pregnancy AU, Childhood Friends to FWB to Lovers, Slow-Burn, Smut, Fluff, Crack, Angst (barely, you have to squint to see it)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: kissing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, missionary, oral sex (f receiving), big dick jk :), neck kissing, cum eating, fingering, that's all hehe.

Author's Note: SURPRISE! this is just a little drabble that takes place during month four of the second trimester after koo paints her tits and proceeds to make her come untouched. technically it could also be read as a standalone? I figure everyone could use a little filth in their lives after jungkook decided to look like a whole meal during the OT7 live today. enjoy and see you all on friday for the final chapter :)

-> Cradle Robbers Masterpost

Jungkook is kissing you as though he’s trying to push you headfirst back into the pool of desire. His hands curl around your waist and up your back, forcing your bare chest flush against his own, your wet skin from his precious work transferring salvia onto his pecs. 

He departs from your lips to ravish your cheeks and jaw, leaving quick, chaste kisses all across the bottom half of your face before nibbling on your ear. 

“Koo,” you moan while his hands traverse your torso and find home on your hip bones. “What do you think you’re doing?”

This man just made you come faster than you can even comprehend, and all without even touching your sex. He produced a stupidly powerful orgasm purely from a mixture of sexy eye contact, his warm mouth on your tits, and the slowly hardening cock pressing down on your clothed cunt. If he wasn’t the one person in the world who knows you better than you know yourself, you’d be embarrassed beyond belief. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

Jungkook takes a sharp bite out of your cartilage and then lowers his mouth to your neck, licking the sweat right off of your jugular and sucking on your most sensitive spots. 

One of his hands sneaks across your abdomen like a shark underwater, his fingers slowly traversing you until they reach your pussy that’s already begun leaking for him again. 

“I have to thank you properly, Bams. You suck dick like a fucking goddess,” he tells you. 

“Send me a thank you card.”

Jungkook snickers and bites at the junction of your neck and shoulder. 

“No, no,” he says in a low tone. “You deserve so much more than that.”

His fingers enter you unceremoniously and you cry out, your hand desperately clutching his hair as your head creates a deep divot in the pillow beneath. 

The long, tattooed fingers pushing and pulling themselves out of your cunt send you into delirium. Couple that with the way Jungkook sucks on your neck like a vampire and you worry you’ll come even faster this time. The sound your sopping wet pussy makes as he fucks his fingers into you is humiliating, because there’s no reason you should be this wet when you were the one pleasuring him prior to this. 

Unfortunately, the sensations from his hand don’t last long before he removes his digits from your hole and starts stroking his dick back to full hardness, using your juices as a lubricant over his velvet skin. 

You watch with greed in your irises as he lines himself up and thrusts into you all in one go. Latching onto his shoulders for support, you whimper pornographically at the feeling of him filling you up completely. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he shakes his head in awe. “How the fuck do you feel this good, Bambi?”

“Maybe it’s Maybelline,” you joke.

Jungkook laughs hysterically into your skin and you can’t help but smile at the sound of his delight. 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

He ends the conversation there to focus on his fervent strokes into your cunt. His muscular thighs move diligently to send his cock as deep as possible before leaving you devastatingly empty and then repeating the pattern. Your nails bite into his shoulders as he works your hole open for him. 

The hands holding your hips feel like fire on your skin, your whole body lighting up with ecstasy while you breathlessly moan your best friend’s name like a prayer. Jungkook’s dick is rock hard and pulsing within your walls as though he didn’t just cover your tits in cum a few minutes ago. His stamina is truly diabolical and you’re thankful you finally asked him to be friends with benefits so you can reap the wonderful reward of him fucking you dumb. 

Your need for him is far too great to only connect down below, so you pull his face to yours for a sloppy kiss as your tongues fight for dominance in one another’s mouth. Jungkook seemingly goes bananas over your taste, making him pull one of your thighs up higher so he can reach a better angle in your cunt while the other tugs your hair and exposes your throat to him. 

A strangled gasp leaves you as he attacks your neck with his lips and teeth, scratching across your jugular before licking away the ache with his hot tongue.

“Koo, baby,” you whimper without realizing what you’re saying. 

He growls in response and his hips amp the speed up to ten, sending your mind into outer space while you see stars behind your closed eyelids. His dick stretches you so completely that your pussy becomes insatiable for him. Your walls convulse and tighten like your body is trying to ensure he never leaves you again. And truth be told, you wouldn’t mind that one single bit. 

Jungkook is still maiming your neck as you whine and pant for more. Eventually, he returns to your lips and releases your hair so he can pin your hands above your head instead. His hands are so big in comparison to yours that he only needs one of his to clasp your wrists together and keep you in place. 

The leg that’s currently hooked over his hip is pushed up even higher as he continues to thrust into you at a damning pace.

“So fucking tight, Bams,” he grunts between kisses. “And so wet, too.”

“I wonder who’s to blame for that,” you respond.

“Oh, I know,” he chuckles. “I know exactly how fucking drenched I make you, babygirl.” 

If he wasn’t perfectly correct in his assumption, you’d be annoyed at his cockiness. Alas, your pussy quite literally weeps for him and he’s giving it to you too good to fight him like you normally would. 

Between him greedily kissing you and fucking you hard enough to wreck your insides, you can’t keep up with all the sensations coursing through your veins. Your orgasm is building at lightspeed with no way of slowing down. The intensity of Jungkook’s movements are too much for you to bear, and you feel your end nearing just over the horizon. 

“Gonna come again?” 

“I’m close, Koo,” you answer across a groan.

“That’s right, give me another one,” he orders. 

You despise how easy it is to release your cum all over his cock just from him merely telling you to do so. A high pitched moan breaches the air as Jungkook squeezes your thigh and you come hard around him. He groans loudly in your ear at the feeling of your cunt suffocating his dick as it pistons into you. 

“Wanna feel you come, too,” you beg with a kiss. 

Jungkook shakes his head and leaves you horrifically empty when he pulls out. 

“I’m not ready yet, but I will be. Just gotta give me some time,” he states. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to question what you’ll do in the meantime, because he’s already sinking to his knees and yanking your body down the bed. You watch in awe as he traps your thighs with his biceps and starts kissing along your sweaty skin. His ascent to your core is tortuously long because he takes his sweet time making out with your inner thighs and leaving drool in his wake. 

The whole time he’s kissing your flesh he’s moaning as though he can’t get enough. It makes you feel so unabashedly desired that your head spins.

When his lips finally grace your cunt with their presence, you cry out from the pleasure. He’s a goddamn menace with his tongue, gingerly licking up your slit a couple times before rolling his tongue over your clit with barely enough pressure to satiate you. 

“Jungkook,” you snap.

The giggle which meets your wet skin makes you wanna clamp your legs around his head and suffocate him.

“What, you want more?” He rests his head on your thigh and stares up at you in pure innocence. You feel his finger tracing your hole before it enters you with a squish. “Tell me what you want.”

“Eat me out, Jungkook, please,” you say as you meet his tantalizing gaze.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Leaving his digit inside you, he starts sucking on your clit while his tongue flicks over the sensitive nub. You gasp and hold onto his head with both hands, letting your fingers rake between his black hair. 

It shouldn’t be possible for him to bring you back to the same precipice again this quickly, but here you are, only a few minutes into his mouth being on you. Jungkook can tell by the way your cunt pulses, and he wants to enjoy this as long as possible, so he purposely slows the rhythm of his tongue and removes his hand. He grips your thighs until his fingerprints appear in your skin while shoving his face into your pussy and curling his tongue to drink your essence. 

It feels like absolute heaven and hell simultaneously. Your mind is entirely blank save for the sinful thoughts about your best friend. You aren’t sure where he learned to eat pussy like a god, but you need to thank whoever it was in person. 

“Fuck, right there,” you gasp when he kitten licks your pearl only to return to your folds and leave you craving more.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to your instruction, but perhaps it’s for the better, because instead he pulls away for a moment to gather spit in his mouth so he can cover your pussy in his saliva. The feeling makes your head fall into the pillows and you unfortunately miss the sight of him devouring you as he fucks his drool into your hole with the tip of his tongue. 

“God, Bams, you taste so fucking good,” he says. “Hands down the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Is that so?” You lift your head and force his own up via your grip on his hair. “Then do your fucking job, Jungkook.”

His eyebrow quirks up at your demand.

“I’m sorry, do you think you’re in control here, Bambi?” To prove his point he tugs on your thighs until your cunt is directly below his mouth again. “You had your fun watching me fuck your tits and getting to suck my cock, but now it’s my turn.” 

He doesn’t say another word before returning to your pussy to continue eating you like a man starved. Honestly, you don’t regret pissing him off a little, because he’s working his tongue with harsh strokes and it pulls you even closer to your climax. 

Jungkook is goddamn ravenous. His tongue sinks into your hole before he fucks the muscle in and out of you until you’re crying, then just when you’re about to release all over his mouth he moves upwards to your clit and bites down. After a moment of that torment, he pulls away entirely to take long licks along your slit from bottom to top. 

You wish you could say you hate him for doing this to you, but it feels so good it would be a complete lie to tell him that. 

When he finally grants you the reprieve you deserve, the orgasms crash over you back to back, with the second one beginning to form in your belly before the first even ebbs. Your scream of ecstasy overtakes the whole bedroom as your body shakes in his hold. Unlike usual, he doesn’t continue making out with your cunt as you come, instead he raises his head to watch your face as you release endless amounts of cum from your hole with the force of your double orgasms.  

“Atta girl,” he whispers. “You look so pretty like that, Bams.”

“Fuck… you…”

You hear Jungkook’s laugh directly above you and when your eyes finally open again, you’re level with his stare. He kisses you rather than responding, but you’re still mildly annoyed with his teasing and tightly grasp his cock in your hand to return the favor.

“Oh, shit,” Jungkook moans while you pump him slowly.

Your other hand grabs his jaw so you can continue kissing him. He moans into your mouth over the feeling of you working his dick and he grabs you by the hips to keep himself steady above you.

“You ready to fill me up now or do we have to wait for you to recharge some more?” 

Jungkook tsks and slams your hips into the mattress.

“Be careful what you wish for, I’ll leave you with so much of my cum in you it’ll leak out for days.”

He plants an outrageous kiss on your mouth while one of his hands slaps your fingers away so he can hold himself and push into you. There’s an abundance of relief which floods your system at the feeling of him returning to your warm walls. You’ve already come four times and your cunt is still begging him for more. 

Ironically, his pace is slower this time, but you’re certain it’s only because he wants to fuck you deeper. His cock is meeting your cervix with every thrust and all you can do is scream and allow the hot tears to roll across your cheeks as he fucks you open. 

“Jungkook, holy fucking shit,” you gasp. 

His arms encompass your waist so your bodies are completely flush and you’re holding onto his back and shoulders for dear life as he pulls his cock in and out of you. He’s kissing away the teardrops of pleasure as they appear, shushing you while his dick splits you apart. 

“Fuck, no one takes me like you do, Bambi,” he states.

You know you’re both close because you can feel Jungkook’s dick throbbing and the fire in your abdomen is growing at a dizzying rate. Like the true best friend you are, you exert all the power you can from your thighs to meet his strokes and send you both tumbling into euphoria. Luckily, the plan works perfectly, and Jungkook grunts in your ear as he body shakes with the force of his release.

“Oh, God,” he gasps and holds you even tighter. 

It makes you whimper and nearly pierce his sweaty skin with your nails as your own orgasm washes over you due to the feeling of his cum coating your gummy walls.

“Oh fuck, Jungkook.”

The combination of your climaxes turns the room absolutely erotic with the sounds of you both moaning and the noise created by your bodies connecting. You fuck through the highs, mindlessly rutting against one another while your cum soaks the other’s sex in essence.

“Jesus…” Jungkook laughs when he lifts his head to look at you. “Was that five?”

“Dasot.”

His nose scrunches and he plants a single kiss to your lips before pulling out and collapsing beside you.

“Well, you know what this means.”

“Hmm?”

He turns his head to look at you with a devilish grin. 

“The first time we fucked I said I’d give you five orgasms, which was already a compromise, by the way.” He sits up on one elbow and traces your arm with his fingertips. “So now that we’ve reached that, it’s time for double digits.”

You stare him down incredulously, rolling away from him and grabbing a shirt from the floor, not realizing it’s his until you pull it over your head.

“Stay away from me.”

Jungkook’s smile turns even more sinister. He lunges for you across the bed and you screech as he forcefully returns you to his embrace. 

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Experiment - Part 2

Pazzi (paige x azzi)

SMUT

warnings: sexual content, some plot at the beginning, fluff, complete filth after, spitting, choking, biting, oral/strap sucking, slapping (tits, ass, pussy), strap usage, degradation, sex toys, squirting, being tied down and blindfolded, use of whip, handcuffs and restraints

MDNI

wc: 4.6k

Paige and Azzi woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets of Paige’s bed. Azzi’s face was tucked into Paige’s neck with her lips pressed against it. Paige had her hand across Azzi’s stomach, cradling her like she would somehow disappear.

The morning light began to peek through the blinds, stirring Azzi first, “Mmm so bright.” She scooted even further into Paige. Paige squeezed her hip tighter but couldn’t fall back into a peaceful sleep. She shifted slightly, grabbing her phone from the night stand, not moving too far from the girl next to her.

It was around 9:30 on Saturday, meaning they had nowhere to be. Practice was canceled, they didn’t have classes, and their teammates texted early in the group chat that some of them would be visiting home for the weekend.

Leaving Azzi and Paige having the whole dorm to themselves—just how they liked it. Paige took her hand and cradled Azzi’s face, running slow circles with her thumb across her cheek. “Baby wake up.”

Hearing “baby” coming from Paige’s mouth after the night they just had together immediately brought a crooked smile to Azzi’s face. “I like that word.”

Paige let out a soft giggle, “You are my baby. Especially now. Which is also what I wanna talk to you about.”

Azzi looked up at this curiously. “What baby?”

“I wanna take you out. I know we did things kind of out of order, which I don’t regret at all, but I still wanna make sure I do the rest right. So, I wanna take you out for real.”

Azzi looked at her, brown doe eyes meeting ocean blue ones—full of admiration and love. “Ok,” she said blushing. “That sounds nice.”

Paige smiled back at her. “I wanna do it as a day date today so we can have the evening to ourselves,” she said, smirking with a raised eyebrow.

Azzi blushed and hid her face with her hand. “Paige!”

“What!?” Paige said with a bright toothy grin feigning innocence. “I want today to be special. I’m going to make it special. Because you are special and you deserve it.”

“I love you P,” Azzi said softly looking up at her.

“And I love you.”

—————

When it hit around noon, Paige told Azzi to start getting ready. Paige picked their outfits, wanting them to coordinate. Azzi wore a light blue tank top with baggy black jeans—riding low on her waist showing off her belly button piercing that Paige was obsessed with—along with clean air forces. Paige wore a white cropped tank top with a black denim jacket over it and jorts. They also happened to be wearing each other’s favorite hairstyles—Paige with her slick back bun and Azzi having her goddess braids done.

Once they were ready, they walked to the car where Paige opened the door for Azzi. They got in the car and didn’t say much for a while, just marinating in each other’s company and vibing to some R&B. At some point into the drive, Azzi grew curious of what Paige had planned.

“So where are you taking me?” she asked looking over at Paige.

Paige answered, knowing Azzi didn’t like surprises because they made her anxious, “It’s a new restaurant about 20 minutes away. It’s supposed to be a nice outdoor spot with a pretty lookout view.”

Azzi smiled at Paige’s thoughtfulness of planning a fun date for them. She reached over for Paige’s hand and placed it on her thigh, resting hers on top. Paige kept her eyes on the road, but couldn’t hide the smile that bloomed on her face.

They got to the restaurant and were seated quickly, Paige having requested a table outside. It was nice enough outside that the sun was out but not beating down, and there was a breeze. At one point Paige saw Azzi shiver and gave her her jacket. Azzi didn’t protest, just smiled shyly and dipped her head.

Paige ordered for both of them—Azzi being extremely indecisive, Paige had done this for a while now. Azzi had a lemon chicken salad and Paige had chicken tenders with fries.

“You’re such a child,” Azzi laughed at her.

“I will change for no one,” Paige shot back with her lip quirked.

“Don’t. I love you as you are.”

Paige blushed and gave Azzi the smile that made her cheekbones pop. She got up from her seat and led Azzi to the lookout spot. They stood there looking at the view for a minute, but Paige was looking at Azzi more than she was the hills. She turned Azzi toward her and held her hips.

“I wanna ask you something ma”

Azzi looked slightly up at her, “Anything baby.”

Paige smirked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Azzi’s face lit up and she jumped on Paige. Paige was taken aback but spun them around a few times and set her back down. “So is that a yes?”

“Yes Bighead!” Azzi beamed.

Later, when they were done and in the car again, Paige started driving in the opposite direction of their dorm.

“Are we going somewhere else?” Azzi asked her while looking out the window.

Paige smirked and turned her head toward Azzi, “I have one more stop on the list before we head back.”

They pulled up a couple minutes later to a building that was vaguely advertised and neutral in color called “Love Loud.” A sex shop.

“Where are we?” Azzi asked as Paige held the car door open for her.

Paige didn’t say anything and just guided her inside while holding the door.

When they walked in, Azzi's face lit up in shock. She turned to Paige who was just smiling and licking her lips. A worker greeted them and told them if they needed anything to ask her.

Paige leaned in Azzi’s ear, “Thought we could get some tools to help us out,” she said winking.

“Oh my god,” Azzi said giggling. Azzi pulled Paige’s hand and led them to a wall with different strap options. Paige pointed at a few different ones, but they ended up landing on one that had two different dildo inserts—one smaller and one larger, both being purple of course. It also had the option of an insert or vibrator for the person wearing it.

Azzi started looking around subtly. Paige noticed, “You wanna keep lookin around mama?”

Azzi just nodded while blushing.

“Ok, c’mon. If you see something, just point it out. I’m open to anything. And I mean that.”

Azzi held Paige’s hand, “Okay P. Same here.”

They made their way to a section toward the back of the store. They stood there frozen in place for a second just staring. Then Azzi looked at Paige with those eyes—ones she could never say no to.

“Pick what you want baby. I’m good with anything.”

They were in front of several whips, chains, and BDSM items. Azzi looked over the wall, thinking about what Paige mentioned the night before. She grabbed a small whip with cut leather strips coming off of it, as well as an adjustable bar to spread legs at different levels. She also picked out two pairs of handcuffs and a vibrator that went on the clit and inside. Paige saw a blindfold out of the corner of her eye that she got as well.

They checked out, eager to get back home. When they were in the car, they didn’t say much to fill the silence. They held hands and Paige kissed Azzi’s hand, holding her lips there for a beat. Azzi tilted her body and leaned slightly across the glove box. They let the gravity of the moment overtake the silence in the car and the trust between them simmer, thinking about what was to come that night.

When they arrived back at the dorm, they walked inside hand in hand. They set the stuff by the door for now and went to their room to change into comfier clothes. It was only the afternoon, so they put on a movie that neither of them were entirely watching.

Paige had Azzi in her lap, rubbing her thighs. She looked at Azzi, “Hey baby,” Azzi turned her head. “I just want to check in and see where your head is at.. y’know.. about later.”

Azzi smiled softly at her while stroking her hair, “I’m sure about it. All of it. I want you to enjoy yourself like you want me to. If there’s ever something you don’t like or feels uncomfortable, you tell me. No questions asked. You never owe me a reason for stopping either.”

Paige brushed her knuckles along her jaw, “And I want you to feel good with whatever we do. I want you to feel loved.. even if it’s not always slow and sensual. You have just as much say in this as I do.”

Azzi nodded and leaned forward to kiss Paige—intertwining their lips together, slow and deliberate. They took their time getting to know each other’s lips while rubbing along each other’s arms and legs. They didn’t watch any more of the movie. Just sat there on the couch, tasting each other.

At some point when the credits were rolling, Azzi’s stomach grumbled. Paige broke away from her and furrowed her brows at the curly haired girl, “You hungry mama?”

Azzi nodded, “Yeah kinda”

“Let’s DoorDash something then,” Paige said while pulling out her phone and handing it to Azzi. “You pick since I chose lunch.”

Azzi scrolled for what felt like eternity, but Paige never rushed her. Just watched the girl on her lap who she loved beyond words and hummed when Azzi wanted an opinion. Azzi had her eyebrows knitted in concentration and was biting one of her fingernails. She finally landed on Noodles and Company and Paige set the order. It was these intimate moments that they cherished the most.

The food arrived a bit later and the two ate like they were starved for three months. They didn’t say much, just talked about practice next week and their upcoming finals.

After they finished up they went to the kitchen and threw away their trash.

“Should we clean them first?” Paige asked, referring to their new purchases.

“Definitely.”

They cleaned them together in the sink, making sure they were ready to be used. Azzi leaned up and gave Paige a peck on the cheek. Paige bumped Azzi with her hip in retaliation.

Once they were done, they took the items to their room. When they walked in, the energy shifted to something heavier It was thick with anticipation—both of nerves and excitement. Paige pulled Azzi in by the waist and looked over her face before connecting their lips. They pulled apart and Paige locked eyes with Azzi’s brown ones,

“Safe word is red. No explanation needed. Just comfort and safety after.”

Azzi nodded with a softness in her eyes, appreciating every thought that ran through Paige’s head—coming from nowhere but a place of genuine love.

She let her hands roam lower until they got to Azzi’s ass. She squeezed hard, eliciting a soft whimper against her mouth. Paige dipped down and wrapped her hands around Azzi’s thighs, picking her up without her even having to jump. Paige was kissing her neck and ear simultaneously, which turned Azzi on fast. Paige walked them over to the bed and laid Azzi down. Paige got close to her ear, “How you want it mama?”

Azzi was somewhat breathless, “I want it rough. Just..still go slow at first please.”

Paige nodded immediately and kissed her neck. “I got you baby. Just relax and feel, ok?”

Azzi sighed at her voice in that low tone and the sensation of her tongue tracing her ear. Paige took her hands and started pulling at Azzi’s nipples through her shirt. Azzi arched into Paige at this and let out a soft moan. Paige slowly lifted the shirt over Azzi’s head, inch by inch, revealing her further. Paige leaned down and gave kitten licks to one nipple while pinching at the other one. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming in the best way for her. Paige let her hands roam lower and grab the waist band of Azzi’s boxers, sliding them down Azzi’s glistening legs.

“Stay there. Don’t move.”

Azzi watched Paige cross the room and rummage through the new toys. When she saw Paige grab the strap, her breath hitched. Paige stood at the foot of the bed and stripped herself of her own clothes, watching Azzi try not to squirm too much. Paige slipped on the harness and slid in one of the dildo choices, as well as the vibrator for herself. Being mindful that this was still each of their second times having sex and first with a strap, Paige picked the smaller one for now. While looking Azzi in the eye, Paige turned on the vibrator and started stroking the strap. She climbed on the bed and sat against the headboard.

“Come here,” Paige said while patting the spot in front of her.

Azzi got up and knelt in front of Paige on her knees. Paige reached forward and grabbed Azzi by the back of her neck, “Be a good girl for me and get daddy wet, yeah?”

Azzi didn’t have much time to nod before Paige was shoving her face down. Azzi closed her mouth around the strap, leaving it wet with her spit as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Such a slut. Getting daddy all wet like it’s your job” Paige groaned out.

As Azzi’s answer, she swirled her tongue around the tip and spit on it. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Paige slapped the dildo on it, along with her cheeks. Paige shoved her head back down while a whimper slipped from her lips, “Fuck baby.”

Azzi looked up at her while sucking it and Paige rolled her eyes while throwing her head back. The vibrator on her clit made seeing Azzi gag on the dildo feel real. Paige thrusted her hips up into Azzi’s mouth while pushing her head down at the same time—allowing her to take all 6 inches in her throat. Azzi gagged and Paige released her head, letting her ease up. When Azzi pulled off, a string of saliva came with her. Azzi flashed Paige a devilish smile when she looked up at her with dark eyes.

“Good girl,” Paige praised.

Paige sat up more and moved toward Azzi who was sitting back kneeling on her knees. She grabbed her head and kissed her aggressively.

“Too much?” Paige asked out of reassurance.

“Just enough,” Azzi said smiling.

Paige smirked and lowered her hands to Azzi’s neck, “Now you’re gonna take what daddy gives you from behind.”

Azzi’s breath caught and she could feel her slick dripping down her thighs. Paige shoved her down on her stomach and leaned over her back, “Ass up, face down,” she said in a rough voice.

Azzi obeyed, keeping her face in the sheets and arching up until Paige rewarded her with a harsh slap on the ass. “Mmph—” Azzi moaned out. That got her another slap to the other side—reminding Paige they bought a whip earlier. “Stay here baby.”

Paige grabbed the whip and got behind Azzi again. Paige started running the tip through Azzi’s folds, wetting every part of her cunt with her slick. When Paige went over Azzi’s clit, Azzi jolted forward. Paige smacked the whip against her ass and reached around her stomach, pulling her back up.

“Don’t run from daddy. You can take it. I got you.”

Azzi resumed her arch and Paige smacked the whip again. “Mmm this pussy so wet and this ass so big for me.”

“All for you daddy,” Azzi said in a breathy tone.

Paige then slid the tip into Azzi’s cunt, letting it sit there for a second—knowing Azzi had never felt this stretch before.

“Ahh—fuck—oh my god P”

Paige rubbed her hand over Azzi’s ass and then squeezed her hip, “I know baby, I got you. Want you to feel good on daddy’s dick.”

Azzi nodded, letting Paige know she was okay to keep going. Paige slid in further, slow, letting Azzi feel each inch and every vein on the dildo. Once she was in all the way, she paused for another second to let Azzi adjust. Azzi moved her hips back when she was ready and Paige hit her with the whip again.

“This pussy already so good for me”

Paige pulled out so just the tip was in and pushed in again, setting a slow but firm rhythm. Azzi was groaning into the sheets from the stretch. Paige watched where they met with her mouth hanging open. The vibrator still pressing enough on Paige’s clit to keep her on the edge. Paige smacked her ass and started to speed up her thrusts. The sound coming from between them was loud, filthy, and messy. The sound made Azzi wetter by the second and easier for Paige to slide in and out.

Paige kept up her pace while reaching around to Azzi’s throat and pulled her up slightly. She squeezed her throat and then turned Azzi’s face so she could press a sloppy, rushed kiss to her lips. She let go and moved her hand down Azzi’s side and then to her clit. Azzi let her face fall back into the sheets as Paige gave no mercy to the pressure and force she put on Azzi’s bud. She rubbed fast and hard circles while thrusting aggressively into Azzi from the back.

“C’mon mommy. You’re so beautiful like this. You like being my slut? I love this view—fuck”

These jumbled words slipping from Paige’s mouth had Azzi right on the cusp of climaxing and spilling all over Paige’s strap. Paige was overstimulated from her vibrator, but in the best way—seeing Azzi in this position did something to her, and had her so close to finishing.

“Daddy—I’m gon—fuck I’m gonna cum”

“Me too baby. Cum for me. Wanna feel all of you. Give it to me.”

It took one more hard thrust before Azzi gushed all over the strap and Paige came at the sight below her and also from the vibrations hitting her clit just right. Paige clicked off the vibrator quickly, but stayed still in Azzi for a little longer—not wanting to pull out too suddenly.

Azzi let out a long sigh.

“Am I good to pull out ma?”

Azzi barely nodded into the sheets and Paige slipped out slowly. Azzi gasped at the emptiness and let her body fall forward fully onto the bed. Paige took the harness off and set it a few feet away from them on the bed. She peppered kisses along the backside of Azzi—from the backs of her thighs, then on her butt, and finally trailing up her spine and onto her neck. She laid next to Azzi and rubbed her back, waiting for the younger girl to come back from her high.

“You good ma? Was I okay?” Paige asked out of curiosity for herself and wanting to make sure Azzi enjoyed it.

Azzi turned her head to her and smiled softly, “I’m so good baby. That was perfect. You were perfect.”

Paige brushed a braid out of her face and kissed her forehead. Azzi smiled and lifted up so she could straddle Paige. Paige rested her hands on Azzi’s hips and looked up at her curious as to what she planned on doing. Azzi pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and started rolling her hips while pinning Paige’s hands above her head. Azzi let her lip go and ran her tongue over it, then leaned by Paige’s ear, “Mine turn daddy.”

Paige sighed and tried to rut her hips up to gain some friction, but Azzi was quick to nip at Paige’s neck, signaling her to be still. Azzi trailed her warm breath over the spot and pecked it with her lips. She moved so their foreheads were almost touching and their eyes locked.

“What do you want P?” Azzi asked while still grinding down at a slow pace.

Paige was breathing heavily at this point and couldn’t get much out, “You. Hard—please”

Azzi smirked, liking how fucked out she had Paige right now and she’d barely even touched her. “Mmm.. I got a few ideas in mind then.”

Azzi climbed off of Paige and instinctively moved her hands back down to her sides, but that was not what Azzi wanted. “Uh uh—hands stay up. I’ll be right back.”

Azzi grabbed the pairs of handcuffs and the adjustable bar to spread her legs, as well as the blindfold. Azzi climbed back on the bed and laid the stuff by Paige. She leaned down by Paige’s ear and whispered, “So fucking good for mommy.”

Paige whimpered and licked her bottom lip. Azzi leaned back and grabbed the handcuffs. She took Paige’s left hand and cuffed it to the left side of the headboard, then did the same for the right side.

In a low but sincere voice, Azzi said, “You say the word and we stop.”

Paige nodded but knew she wouldn’t be using that safe word any time soon.

Azzi grabbed the adjustable bar and moved down to Paige’s ankles. She cuffed them in, and spread the bar as far as it could go. Azzi leaned back, taking in Paige spread out for her. Paige had never even really thought she would be one to give up control so easily, but with Azzi it was natural. Not even a question. She felt safe and appreciated—just like she tried to do for Azzi.

“Damn baby,” she crawled next to Paige and leaned by her ear again, “You’re about to get fucked up.”

Paige whined—like actually whined and then squeezed her eyes shut. Azzi moved one of her hands to Paige’s neck and squeezed just enough for Paige to let out another moan. Azzi reached for the blindfold and kissed Paige’s lips before slipping it over her eyes. Paige was completely exposed—bare to Azzi, and emotionally submissive. Azzi took the strap from next to Paige and got in the harness, changing out the vibrator for the insert on herself. It was still soaked with her cum from earlier—giving Azzi an idea. She straddled Paige’s chest, took two fingers and hooked them in Paige’s mouth. Paige opened wide with her tongue out. Azzi let a long string of spit drop from her mouth into Paige’s.

She swallowed then opened her mouth again. Azzi smiled, “You want more? So greedy.”

Paige was unaware of the strap being in her face—until Azzi let the weight of the tip hit Paige’s tongue. Paige moaned from the suddenness and the sweet taste of Azzi on it. She moved her tongue around it, licking it up. Then Azzi pressed it further in so Paige could start taking it. Azzi pushed in deep, making Paige choke—gurgling some spit on the corner of her mouth.

Azzi pulled back slightly, running her hand through Paige’s hair. “So good baby.”

Paige knew she was fucked. Azzi having all the power over her was either her greatest dream or her worst nightmare. (We all know which one it is) Azzi stayed straddled, but shifted lower, in between Paige’s legs. Paige knew what was to come and was so eager that she lifted her hips trying to get closer to Azzi. Obviously that didn’t work because of her legs being spread four feet wide and her hands being cuffed above her.

Azzi giggled at her out of pity, then slapped one of her tits as a punishment. “Use your words like a big girl.”

Paige just whined, getting another slap, harder on her other tit. She arched at the sensation, but still couldn’t get any words out. She pinched Paige’s nipples—making her let out a low, guttural sound. Azzi finally started running the tip through her folds, wetting her cunt with a mix of their arousals. Paige sucked in a breath when Azzi went over her clit—still being partially sensitive, but she also liked the overstimulation.

Before Azzi went any further, she reached down and slapped Paige’s pussy. The more she tried different things, the more she realized that Paige liked pain.

Azzi could practically see her cunt pulsing and ready for her. She lined the tip up with her cunt and pushed in—inch by inch, letting her adjust to the length and girth. Paige moaned high and breathy,

“Fuuuckk—mommy! So good”

Azzi was in all the way now and started moving slowly—in and out, watching herself meet Paige. Azzi could also feel everything, having an insert inside herself. Each thrust sent a new spark through her. It really was like she could feel herself inside Paige. Azzi leaned down, still moving, and started biting at Paige’s neck and jaw. She began to thrust a little faster and kissed right below her ear. Paige’s mouth was hung open—in awe of how good it felt to be split open so intensely.

Azzi hovered over Paige’s chest and spit on her tits, then pumped in and out of her pussy harder.

“Take it like a good slut. Can’t get enough of you,” Azzi growled.

Paige was a moaning mess. Hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, face flushed, nails digging into her palms, toes curled—yet enjoying every second of it. Azzi was already building up her climax again—making her pound Paige’s pussy at an unfathomable speed now. Azzi used her thumb to start circling Paige’s clit. She applied just enough pressure to have Paige arching her back far off the bed. Azzi doubled down at this, wanting to get off as well.

She continued her attack on Paige’s clit while using her other hand to squeeze Paige's throat—enough to hold her weight, but not enough to actually hurt her.

Paige was overwhelmed by the many stimulations. It only took a couple more thrusts before Azzi came all over the harness and felt a loud gush of liquid come from below her. She looked down, slowing her rhythm, “Holy fuck baby. That was hot as shit!”

Paige squirted all over the dildo and Azzi’s thighs. Paige couldn’t even be embarrassed because it felt so incredible—the blindfold also helped mask the flush of redness creeping on her face.

Azzi pulled out slow, and undid the harness. She threw it to the floor, not caring where it ended up, and kissed Paige’s stomach. She crawled up to Paige’s face and reached for the blindfold, peeling it off. Paige could barely open her eyes, but when she did, she saw Azzi beaming at her.

“You did so good P”

Paige gave the faintest smile, but enough to show Azzi she was immensely satisfied. Azzi got the keys to the handcuffs and unlocked them. Paige’s arms fell free and she immediately moved them to Azzi’s face, pulling her in for a kiss. It was a deep kiss, but not rushed. Filled with every word they weren’t able to say just yet.

Azzi pulled away barely, “Lemme undo your feet baby.” Paige hummed and let her eyes fall closed. Azzi moved down, undoing Paige’s ankles from the restraints and pushing that away too. Azzi rubbed up and down Paige’s thighs for a minute, then crawled up to lay by her. Azzi started to pull the covers over them, then realized she should probably clean themselves up. But before she could even get out of the bed, Paige pulled her back down.

“Later,” she said with a tired, raspy voice.

Azzi obliged and scooted right back where she belonged—curled into Paige’s side. She pulled the blankets over them and threw any other toys off the bed. She laid her head in the crook of Paige’s neck and whispered, “How was that baby?”

Paige didn’t move, but smiled with a stupid grin, “Fuckin perfect mommy.”

Azzi giggled and pinched Paige’s side playfully, then kissed her neck. The two fell asleep, sore and tired, but nevertheless connected by something deeper than just love.

[shoeistars]

no photos ! pt 1

incl. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi

ʚଓ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

ʚଓ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

ʚଓ pt 2 (reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou)

isagi : on the back of his phone

Oh, he’s obsessed with this one polaroid you let him take, his cock slotted between your pretty tits. Your nails sparkled in the photo due to the flash, acrylics all shiny as you held your breasts together to keep him nice and snug

That night was one where he had earned himself a big win, the celebration you gave him was timeless. Your face was all sticky, smeared in pearly cum and runny spit, little bubbles all around the corner of your mouth

Clear case and all, everyone can get a good look at his favorite girl, see just how much of a cockslut she was with a fat dick between her tits and a pearly smile on her face

bachira : shoebox

As deranged as Bachira is, he likes to keep you for his eyes only. That being said, the Nike shoebox that’s stored under his bed is full of filth, softcore porn, downright sin

Pictures of your leaking cunt just pumping cream all over the base of his thick cock, pictures of your fucked out face all flushed and dazed. Constant memories that he happens to keep ahold of for lonely nights

There’s enough to nearly fill up the big black box that once held his soccer cleats, so full that the lid can’t even fit on properly to do its job. It’s a tradition for him to snap a shot of you when he’s got you cockdrunk, after all

chigiri : trendy altoids box

Did we expect anything else from our artsy princess? He follows trends and those metal altoid mint boxes aren’t an exception, he carries it around with him at all times, decorated to perfection

He’s got tons of miscellaneous shit in there, ranging from a mini bottle of fragrance, a roll of tums, a fortune slip from the fortune cookies the two of you got at the local chinese restaurant in your area

Oh, but his favorite item is taped at the top of the box, sealed in place with a hello kitty sticker. A polaroid of you with his cock down your throat, taking it so deep that you can see the outline in your esophagus. He just so happens to be pressing a palm flat against, Chigiri was real proud of you that night

kunigami : scrapbook

A man of class, really. He’d hate to see all of those precious photos of his princess getting damaged or scratched, his best bet was getting a plain book to store each pola in their own plastic slots

They’re even organized, ranging from you sucking his cock, to your back turned to him as he’s plowing your guts from behind, to you on your knees with glossy nut covering every goddamn inch of your body

It’s his prized possession, stuffed in his bookshelf next to all of his old soccer books and manga. A good flip through is enough to make him chub up in his joggers

nagi : playstation

That playstation was damn expensive, he’d be a fucking fool to not add a breathtaking picture of you bouncing on his dick like it’s your lifeline. It’s taped with washi tape, front and center for him to look at anytime he’s within reach of his console

You’re purely glowing in the photo, the sheen of sweat he got you worked up in making your skin glisten like a goddess. The flash managed to catch the details of his veined up arm as he wrapped a huge hand around your throat

He’s obsessed with the expression on your face too, brows furrowed and jaw slacked with a fat glob of spit dripping past your lips like a hungry dog. His girl was a whore for big dick, a fact that made him smirk lazily when it crossed his mind