[ 𝟕:𝟓𝟓 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎

aone? abo aone? alpha aone? 🥺

alpha! aone + mentions of heats / ruts + creampie + a.b.o dynamics + knotting + mild dubcon + mentions of guilt + excessive licking + manhandling + overstimulation + lots of cum + squirting + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.5k

with coming spring, he knows to be careful, more so than he already is- aone feels like he’s walking over thin ice.

he cant recall the last time he’s had to be mindful of ruts and cycling heats- but its different now, now he has you and he knows that things like this can go wrong so very fast. nonetheless, he’s come to you with a bag of fresh fruit and vegetables, hand already raised to knock at your door-

its not instant, the smell of something so mouthwatering that his knees feel weak slowly filling every space inside his mind. he can’t help but to bring an already clammy hand to cover his nose, but it’s already imprinted deep in his very being.

aone cant see you, but he can taste you.

theres a swirling heated battle rattling around in his mind. he knows you’re in your room, knows you’re bundled up in the safety of what he hopes is a comfortable nest, knows you’re in agony- begging for an alpha- begging for him to go and breed you.

its that singular thought that has him open your door, and it feels like it happens all over again, the searing heat and mouth watering with saliva, already panting with each heavy step taken towards your room.

his ears picking up the sounds of ruffling, can hear you turn around in bed, unable to get up thanks to the hurt your body is going through.

he can help you, he can… he’s going to help you.

the thumping sounds of his feet padding towards your room is enough to send you into a frenzy, nose buried into a fuzzy blanket- peaking up, you can only whine the second he’s standing outside the door.

“a-aone?” you cry, knowing you’d sent him a message denoting the early heat you’ve been forced to undergo- its what happens when you’re in the presence of such strong, fertile alphas... like him, like your new, sweet, giant, gentle boyfriend.

theres guilt settling deep, unable to really comprehend anything outside of small flashes of coherency, trying to make sense as to why hes outside your bedroom door, as to why hes slowly turning the doorknob, and as to why hes dropped a bag of groceries at his feet.

“i’m sorry.”

deep voice sending full body shivers straight from your neck, down the length of your back.

its not his fault and you know it- just how you cant stop the searing, harsh throbbing of your pussy, already wetting down the middle of your shorts, now feeling like your clothes prickle at overly heated skin.

hands immediately tear the soft blanket from you, bunching it to a ring of pillows and other clothing, his clothing.

he nearly collapses, heart thrumming hard in his chest at the sight, you two are so new to this relationship that he hasn’t even seen the skin you’ve suddenly presented him with.

“i’m sorry.” He says it with a broken lilt, stepping past the soft pillows you’ve kicked around.

it has you nearly thrashing around, legs already glistening with sweat- mouth hung open to hurriedly take in mouthfuls of his own scent. its mouthwatering, sharp and something that resembles mint and oak- it belongs to him, and only him and you cant and help but to whine.

a knee breaches past the safety of your nest and youre suddenly up- heated hands grabbing at the clothes hes wearing, a frenzy of soft and clammy touches along the cotton.

aone thinks he might die- just barely able to suppress any instinctual snapping, tampering down the need to shove your head into the soft bedding, wanting to shove his cock into your surely leaking cunt. he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, all guided by instinct and the nagging voice telling him to split you apart.

he wants you to lay back and let him take care of you, but there’s that gnawing guilt- and in a moment of clarity aone does something that shouldn’t have been possible in his headspace.

he steps back.

prying your hands off his body to put distance, any type of distance in between two heated bodies.

“its wrong.” Its all he says, still trying to simmer down the near overwhelming need to have you.

theres no words to truly describe the feeling at seeing you nearly cry at the rejection- his eyes closing, blunt nails digging into the fat of his palm before trying to step back.

“n-no!” its whiney- pitchy and warbled, shaky hands thumping against the bed- thighs squishing together, seeping arousal already started to coat the inside of them, it’s horrible and you want the pain settled deep in your belly to leave.

“want you- nobu, I want you.” you heave, bottom lip starting to shake, your eyes glance down to his crotch- and you can see the bump of arousal heavy in his pants.

its a desperate plan to get him to mount you like you need, but deep down you know how sweet he is- you know that hes wanted to make this special for the both of you, but once again the searing and pangs of heat don’t let you think straight.

a single glance to his now opened eyes is all you give him before turning around onto your knees, promptly shoving the slickened, sticky material of it down your legs- slumping forward to rest your cheek onto the mattress.

“please.”

its loud- loud and rattling around in his head, watching as you bend yourself over for him, a position he knows is ideal for taking you how he knows you need.

the drooling heat of your pussy finally presented is what eats away at the last bit of humanity he clutched in wide palms.

once more, aone brings himself to the edge of your bed- gripping at the skin of your hips, pressing that clutch of heat to his cock.

“bad.”

the word completely encompasses every feeling, every thought coursing through his dizzying head.

legs tremble under the feeling of his hands, of his cock pressing near perfectly against your pussy, grabbing at the sheets to distract from the throbbing.

“i know- i know.”

sharp sobs finally tumble forth, and he cant take it anymore.

you’re not too sure how he gets his cock out- maybe it has something to do with the tear and pop of the button from his jeans, but what you do know is that his swollen and throbbing cockhead is swiping up and down your messy folds.

all the sad, pitiful crying and noises sucked back into your chest immediately, tasting the heady scent of his own precum mixing in with your arousal.

aone brings a shaky palm to hold you down, long and thick fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, meat of his hand settled at the nape- instinctually pinning you with strength hes never used against anyone.

he needs to, because in one swift shove- aone sinks the reddened tip inside, splitting you open, momentum carrying his hips closer and closer to your ass.

gurgling out a mixture of his name and a shy thank you, while the burn from taking him in knocks any wind from your chest, legs nearly already giving way-

there’s a palpable restrain he’s undergoing, crushing, already crushing while he’s pushed your chest down flat- it feels like a sunburn painting every inch of skin, and aone cant take the burn anymore.

tilting his head back, hard eyes staring at the ceiling while your cunt pulses around his cock he speaks, grumbles out an, “i’m sorry.”

all before snapping muscled thighs to the fat of your ass- swollen balls pressed so close to you, it hits your throbbing clit- sending an involuntary twitch up your back, cunt fluttering hard, not helping the heat he feels.

aone wants to spit out every apology he knows while he drills into your cunt, but its too much. turned head letting him see your sweat lined hairline, lips parted while pretty screams leave them, drool already forming under a slowly curved up smile.

this is what you need. barely holding onto consciousness while hammering hips smash you down.

knees fully giving away, nothing in your body could have ever kept up with his large body swinging into you- all with an intent to breed, all with an intent to fulfill a screeching need imbedded deep within.

hands burn with the way you’ve clutched the bed, hips, along with every part of your body submitting easily, slumped near lifelessly, a violent display of power you’ve never seen aone use.

you’re slipping, every thrust bringing your body up and up and in the state of mind he’s undergone, it’s the worst thing imaginable.

letting up, thick, long cock still buried deep within gummy walls- he grabs your hips, picks you up off the bed, sensitive to the cry of pure displeasure that leaves your mouth, all with the way hes stopped moving.

“its okay- be still.” aone grumbles, and you do just that.

once more the sheer need to be good for him, to make yourself perfect and receptive for his cum forces your body to lay there, knees no longer pressed onto the bed, no longer pressed to anything while his palms keep you up.

muscles tensed- biceps curling with each drag of you back onto him, finally fulfilling that deep seated need that you’ve brought to him.

a blooming red heat curls up from his neck, dusted across his cheeks and nose- he thinks you look pretty, so perfect for him. the sudden urge to bite you- to tie you down to him is near overwhelming.

just barely blinking back that base need, all aone knows now is that he needs to fill you up.

focusing instead on your scent, the sweat rolling down every curve of your body, using you to slide down over his cock, creamy and wet with all the arousal your fluttering cunt produces in order to take him, absolutely no resistance in the tight heat of yours.

resounding, wet smacks of meeting hips have him dizzy, he’s ignorant to the fluttering, squeezing tight vice of your cunt every time you cum.

all aone knows is that it feels like your pussy is trying to keep his cock out- screams and warbling chants of his name increased the longer this goes on.

“n-nobu!”

this yell of his name comes out clearer than the others, full of much more desperation- white lashes flutter down to look at his cock stuffed inside when he feels a wet splatter hit his tummy, dripping down his balls and thighs. it takes him a second to think very dumbly that it’s all to help you take it- but the trembling, kicking limbs under him quickly disprove that.

with a loud groan, loudest you’ve heard him- he folds himself down, teeth throbbing with the overwhelming want to stake claim, but he just drools. the shirt still draped over him quickly dampening with the sweat slicked on your body, finally close enough to really taste everything that makes you- you.

he doesnt know why he does what he does, only that the need to have you closer- wanting to lessen the throbbing in his mouth, still rutting into your fucked out cunt, creamed around the base of his slowly thickening length, he laves his tongue up your neck.

stiffening under his hold, it’s the only thing you can do, unable to bring any part of your body to shy away, heavy chills wracking through sore muscles, involuntary clenches from your cunt nearly bring aone down.

his cock feels heavy and full, only animalistic drive brings him to press his dick inside- feeling the swell even more now, near suffocating while you squeeze in protest, chest heaving at the thickening.

your soft cries- warbling lilt of near mind searing pain has him try to comfort you in the best way he knows. still leaving trails of warm spit up your neck, grunting out harshly, nose dipping lower down your back, hand grabbing at your already limp arm and pulling it up, nose seeking parts of you that are dripping with sweat, he licks and licks.

does it to distract you to from the pain, to soothe you with heavy tonguing while his body near spasms, cock fully swollen at the base to keep you locked against him.

it hurts, but the feeling of his cum filling every swollen ridge inside finally has every burning thought settle down.

still fuzzy around the edges you simply blink- inhaling while he keeps dragging his thick tongue up your underarm, head nestled beneath it, sending waves of ticklish shivers down you.

“n-nobu?”

it comes out in a near breathless whine, no more is it muddled by any lingering want- tired from cumming so much, pussy stuffed full. it’s exactly what was needed, and by the sound of his soft grunting, still twitching cock dumping spurt after spurt, you knew he needed it too.

“mm.” he’s still tending to you, not satisfied until his cock begins to finally soften, any give of your battered walls brings forth a gush of cum.

its seeping from in between your overly stretched lips, a wiggle of hips finally snaps him out- prying himself from your body, proud of himself for keeping calm and not claiming you, not yet anyways.

“are you okay? feels good?”

he doesn’t know exactly what to say, settling on keeping any worry and anxiety down, you don’t need that right now- you need someone strong and he can do that, be that- but only for you.

finally stretching himself, he lets your body settle back down onto your bed, nest ruined from your thrashing arms- whining with the obscene amount of globs dropping down onto the bed as his cock slips out.

“its good, so good.”

still dizzy from it all, you can only wait while he slots his heavy body within your limp arms- whole body burning up, matching the temperature of your own.

hands so small against him paint soothing pictures, hearts and the initials of your name, goosebumps can only follow in their wake, this is the bliss that can only be described as easy. its easy to hold him, easy to touch and ease the worry, tummy warmed and full of his heavy cum, thanking in a small voice by his ear.

his heart pounds, still roaring, cumming like this- tending to your body was what he was made to do, no matter what shifted in the dynamics of your relationship, he just hopes he’s the one to hold you in the end.

PAC: THEIR S3XUAL STYLE, POSSIBLE K1NKS & FAVORITE THINGS (18+)

Look at each pile and choose the pile that you can’t stop looking at, or the one that you always return to. For current partner and future spouse only, it doesn't work for crush. If you have a partner already, remember to communicate before trying something. I use Tarot of Secsual Magic so the interpretation is a bit different.

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Important:

People with more masculine energy are the masculine. People with more feminine energy are the feminine. This isn’t about gender, everyone has masculine-feminine in themselves, some people have one stronger than the other, some people are balanced.

When I say 'dominant' and 'submissive', I mean the behavior and the energy, not BDSM. When I use dom-sub or dom/sub, I'm talking about BDSM. You can be dominant (adjective) in bed without being an actual dominant (noun) in a dom-sub relationship.

PILE 1

Core Personality: The Moon

I asked about the core personality of your person that would appear in sex. This person seeks depth in a connection; emotionally and psychologically. This is what they will bring into the sex, and this is what they will seek from their partner to feel satisfied. What they like sexually probably has something to do with their insecurity or issues.

7 of Swords, 4 of Swords, Ace of Pentacles Rx, 6 of Cups

I’m not getting a strong masculine or feminine energy in this one, so this person could have a balanced feminine-masculine or they shift from one energy to the other depending on the situation. In the case of sex, the way to know that they have completely surrendered to your connection is when they show their submission. They like their partner playing psychological & emotional games and making it a bit painful, to make them obey. They like the pressure, and the release that the pressure can give them at the end. It’s mentally soothing. For those who like men or people with a masculine demeanor, this may not be obvious on the outside and they may not do this with every sex partner they have, only with those they are comfortable with. Because this desire makes them feel vulnerable.

They like being taught a lesson, being made to wait, being ordered around, being ignored. For example; after doing something ‘wrong’, being told to sit on their knees with a cock ring on OR with a sex toy inside their ass/pussy while their partner watches, not letting them have that release. They like having their stability shaken and feeling like they have to serve their partner to gain that stability back; their partner pulling away and them having to follow orders and perform to get that favor back. Masochistic streak. Master-slave, dom-sub.

They like roleplaying. As a punishment, they like being made to wear something they don’t normally do (eg. nothing else but leather body harness and a collar), or being put in a position that is embarrassing (eg. being made to masturbate in front of the window with the risk that anyone can walk past and 'see' them. It could be tinted glass if your person is not open to actually being seen but still wants to feel like it could happen).

They like being marked and feeling like they are owned by their partner. Hickeys. Their like their dick/pussy being ignored until it’s wet and swollen. They may also like being made to watch their partner masturbate and not being allowed to participate. Or being made to watch porn with their zipper open and their partner 'checking' whether they are hard or wet, but not being pleasured.

They don’t mind where, but they prefer somewhere private. I’m not getting much about the pace, since it starts with mental stimulation-- the pace can vary. For example, some days you guys may fuck when they can’t take it anymore which can be over in just 3 minutes probably. The fucking itself I mean. The foreplay is longer, the foreplay is the main thing here. With this person, orgasm isn’t only achieved through penetration alone, their partner or them can achieve that orgasm during foreplay, so there could be multiple rounds in one session. And of course, after all of those plays they like to be soothed.

To conclude, they like to approach sex first with mental stimulation (mentally tested and pressured), and lose themselves into it deeper and deeper (emotionally) as the arousal builds up. There’s nothing else I can say other than you should buy a collar.

PILE 2

Core personality: 5 of Pentacles

I asked about the core personality of your person that would appear in sex. I think this person has gone through serious hardships in life, or they have a lot of Saturn energy in themselves. So they understand that pain. But instead of it making them sadistic and rough, it makes them caring. It’s not submissive... it’s more like... responsible, like someone who nurtures and someone who wants to provide a safe place for their partner.

8 of Pentacles, 8 of Swords, 7 of Swords, Strength, Knight of Pentacles

This person has a strong masculine energy but that nurturing side of them is coming from their feminine energy. So they are pretty balanced I guess. They are more dominant than you are, or the people they tend to go for. This person likes their partner to submit to them, to let go and let them take care of it. They are giving off dependable and mature vibe, and marriage material tbh. This person may be like this only with a serious partner (i.e serious relationship, not casual sex). They like to have control, but they are firmly gentle about it.

They like things to start slowly; the foreplay and the sex. Very attentive and detailed. They don’t mind doing the work. They like to court their partner, to ease their partner into it. Slow and light touch. Lightly touching their partner’s chin, neck, chest, navel-- before unbuttoning their pants. Or having their partner sit on their lap so they can play with their partner's dick/clit, slowly moving their thumb around the tip or slowly rubbing their fingers between the folds. It’s building up the arousal but at the same time soothing the partner.

This is the kind of person who likes to undress their partner and to dress them up. Again, slowly. They definitely like to see their partner in lingerie, or something pretty. They really like to just play with their partner's dick/pussy, and get the partner aroused to the point of giving in to them. They may like to restrain their partner a bit, gently I mean. It’s like they would say “it’s okay baby” while tying you up and kissing your forehead. They may also like to buy sex toys and lingerie for their partner, as gifts.

When they talk (during sex), it’s more about saying things to soothe their partner instead of being loud. As for the pace of the fucking itself, it’s just like their general approach to sex. They start slowly, they fuck like that too. Since you have Strength here, this person has hidden passion in them. So the slow fucking usually gradually becomes harder and deeper; hard to breathe and bed shaking type of fuck. If they have a dick, it may be thick and straight. For some of you there could be a slight upward curve at the end. As for pussy, thick/big labias? Or whatever you think the equivalent is.

There is a part of them that is a bit ‘animalistic’, but they have a good control of this. They hide these dirty animalistic thoughts. They may channel this side through those little things that can help them release their frustration little by little, like I said; tying up their partner, or pinning their partner on the bed, having their partner lie on their lap so they can spank that ass. Oh they like spanking. Sorry to those who hate this, but this is really giving off the Daddy vibe, so they may have that kink.

PILE 3

Core personality: 3 of Wands, Ace of Swords

I asked about the core personality of your person that would appear in sex. It’s the curious side of them, the part of them that likes to explore. This is a typical masculine pile, I think your person has a bit of an ego (i.e leads with their ego sometimes, likes being adored and praised) but it's mostly harmless. The personality is fiery and/or outgoing. They are vocal and have many ideas, so they are open to trying new things in the bedroom.

They may like having sex with different types of people. I’m not saying they like open relationship. I’m saying that this is the kind of person who doesn’t mind fucking a bookworm today, a cheerleader tomorrow, an athlete next week. They are okay with anything/anyone. But they prefer a partner who is more feminine than them.

Queen of Wands, 9 of Wands, Death, The Star

Their sexual style is passionate/hot. Even the quickies. The fucking itself may be hard and heavy, you will feel it, alright, and you will feel hot all over. But I would say the pace is in the middle range, nothing too slow and nothing too fast either despite these Wands cards.

They like their partner to soothe them, this is different from the previous pile. They want the feminine to attend to them, not really in a submissive way, but in an encouraging kind of way? To praise them, to make them feel good. They like their partner quietly confident. Not sure if this is the right thing to say in a sexual reading, but this is the kind of person who can act like a baby, eg. rubbing their face on your chest for attention. But once you guys start kissing, it gets heavier and hotter.

They like watching their partner undress, because of the anticipation. They like doing it with clothes on as well eg. dry humping. Since this person is open, anything goes really. The vanilla, the taboo. They are okay with sex toys. If they have a dick, the dick may be a bit thin but long, there is a curve to it. This may not resonate with everyone tho, obviously.

Regardless whether they have a dick or pussy, there’s usually a lot of cum/wetness. Their pre-cum may leak and drip onto the floor when they stand, or they may wet through their panties or the bed sheet. And they like cum play. They may also like to make their partner gag during oral; mouth full of cum or not being able to breathe properly because of it. They like seeing the cum on their partner’s clothes.

They may be okay with exploring ideas but they also seek emotional/spiritual connection; the best sex for them is sex where they can be vulnerable and rewarded for that. They like to fuck when they are not feeling emotionally okay, this person seeks comfort from sex. They may like doing it on the couch, sitting there and receiving oral. They may be open to a make-out session in nature lol, a bit hidden from others. I think this person prefers sex that has no obvious dominant-submissive roles, like equals, just sex yknow. There’s not much dom/sub play here. I’m not saying they won’t do it at all, it’s just not their go-to sex.

Honestly, as long as their partner is nurturing and feminine and the sex can give them that comfort and deep spiritual satisfaction, they are good. Have passionate sex on the couch and end it with forehead kisses, they will probably be as happy as a clam. There is a bit of childlike quality to this person, despite Death here. For some of you, the intense energy is not really from them, it’s something they seek from their partner, they like their partner to be so into the sex with them. Their personality is more passionate and fiery than intense and dark.

PILE 4

Core personality: Judgement

I asked about the core personality of your person that would appear in sex. This person is quite intense, they seek healing. They bring in a quite serious energy too, almost like seeking a renewal from sex. I don’t feel like this is a loud or outgoing person, at least most of them are not, because we have more Water and Earth here.

Ace of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles, The World, 2 of Cups

Like I said, they like that feeling of renewal. Almost like being a different person after sex, figuratively I mean. They like to fuck slowly and deeply. There is an emotional undercurrent. Long sex, you have the Ace and The World here, they make sex an experience. They like physical closeness and they like to have that emotional bond. Probably 'fucking and staring into each other’s eyes' type of sex. 'Fucking and listening to the little gasps and moans' type of sex. This person may not have casual sex often, if at all. There is nothing much kinky going on (at least, it's not obvious in this reading) but they do make sure their partner reach that O.

Sex with them is full of love, but it feels committed and serious instead of bubbly and cute. They like the morning after, when they feel the soreness and see the marks, it’s the proof of what happened the night before. They like deep kisses, French kiss.

They like to be visually stimulated; looking at their partner’s nudes or porn. If their partner is open to it, they will like to record videos and take pictures. They like to watch their partner sleeping. This person may also like to touch their partner when the partner is sleeping, and maybe wake them up with them between their legs. They like the look of vulnerability that their partner shows when sleeping. Honestly if you don't like this kind of thing, just communicate.

This is the type who fucks while holding hands. They like to taste as well, so when they give oral they will swallow. They make sure to lick everywhere and get every drop of cum. They like seeing their partner spread open under them. They may be into shower sex or sex in a bathtub/pool/Jacuzzi. They like sex in the dark or under dim light. Because it represents the intensity/intimacy that they seek. This person is low-key, they probably don’t immediately come across as a sex God, but they have it alright, they know how to experience sex.

They may have a breeding kink; they like the idea of cumming inside their partner or being made pregnant by their partner (only if this is physically applicable). If this isn’t physically applicable, just see it as their feelings. Despite their breeding kink, there are no obvious dominant and submissive roles. Their energy is usually slightly more dominant than their partner, but they like give and take, giving and receiving. They do take care of their partner tho, making sure their partner is comfortable and feeling good.

To conclude, they like sex that is healing, emotionally intense and serious.

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Money: Affirmation Series

Hello and welcome to this post! In here I will be giving a few career growth affirmations. I hope you all enjoy and find this useful.

Masterpost > Paid Readings

I am financially abundant and prosperous in all aspects of my life.

Money flows to me effortlessly and abundantly, supporting my goals and dreams.

I attract lucrative opportunities that align with my passions and values.

I am worthy of wealth and success, and I embrace prosperity with open arms.

My wealth grows exponentially as I invest wisely and manage my finances responsibly.

I release any limiting beliefs about money and welcome abundance into my life.

I am grateful for the financial blessings that come my way, big and small.

I am a magnet for financial abundance, attracting wealth and opportunities with ease.

I am in control of my financial destiny, and I create abundance through my thoughts and actions.

I deserve to live a life of abundance, and I am open to receiving all the wealth and prosperity that the universe has to offer.

Tip: The more you repeat the more effective affirmations are

Men who call you the most endearing pet names; “poundcake”, “sweetness”, “angel”, “sugar”, “sweet thing” while fucking you like they despise you.

You heard him before you saw him. His shoulders were tense and his jaw was clenched. You kiss his jaw in greeting, feeling the muscles in his shoulders relax. He heaves a sigh, letting his arms wrap around your waist, he melts into your grasp.

“Bad day?” You ask as you card your fingers through his hair. He stays quiet for a beat.

“I love you so much,” he breathes before looking up at you, “you know that right?” You nod, a confused smile on your lips. His eyes, that were once filled with exhaustion, give you a darker look. His pupils light up, ignited with a sudden insatiable lust.

Your breath hitches and your belly warms when you feel his hands leave your waist and grip your ass. His big fingers spread your cheeks, the tips just grazing your pussy lips. “Good.” He lazily smiles.

“You’re doin s’good, sweetheart.” He pants, the loud clap of your hips meeting along with the squelch of your wet cunt echo through the room. Your arms had given out rounds ago, his chest was pressed into your back, and his lips graze your ear with every word of praise that spilled from them.

Your moans are muffled from pressing yourself further into the mattress. “Wanna hear that pretty voice, poundcake.” He pulls out and suddenly you’re on your back.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He groans before slamming his hips into yours. His tip kisses your cervix each time they meet. He’s been manhandling you for hours, taking out all his frustrations on your swollen cunt.

His words are so sweet though, so you can find it in your heart to forgive his rough treatment.

BOKUTO, Nanami motherfucking Kento, Kirishima, Fatgum

Nasty

Summary: August is going to hell and he is dragging you down with him. Pairing: August Walker x Reader (2nd person Pov)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Serious smut, GRAPHIC depictions of sexual intercourse, auto-voyeurism (Is that a thing?)   

A/N: @luclittlepond made this request! I obliged. Honestly, I feel like it’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and I want to thank @agniavateira for being my beta and @wondersofdreaming for giving me feedback since it was not an easy write for some reason.

 Please leave feedback  💖🥺 and more importantly, enjoy.

Title: Nasty

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You were the sun and I your Icarus; the more I loved you, the more I withered a bit

So Good For Me.

Summary: Bucky has only one thing on his mind to tonight and that's to make you his. And he hopes you'll never want to let him go.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader

Work Count: 2.5K

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, consenual biting, mutual marking, smut, creampie, rough sex, minors DNI, overstimulation (if you squint). Soft Bucky turned Dom Bucky, size kink, mentions of belly bulge

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The reddish-yellow flame comes to life around the wick, swaying and flickering, the soft glow reflecting in his sapphire eyes. Backing away with a pleased hum, he looks over the mantle, adjusting the last of the candles, hints of white tea and vanilla drifting across him in hazy waves.

They remind him of your unique scent as he inhales the air, so sweet, delicate, and fresh. After tonight, he’ll make sure he carries your scent on him wherever he is. Its a gnawing feeling, unfamiliar to him. Wanting to let the world know that you belong to him and he belongs to you.

He's never felt like this with other omegas.

But they've never been you.

Placing the silver lighter on the nightstand, he glances around the room. Anything he deemed too rough, too Alpha was tossed out and replaced with things he hopes you’ll like. Fresh new sheets under the thick duvet, which is now the softest thing he owns. He bought a few all in your favorite colors. His favorite shirts folded neatly along the edge of the bed. He spent a long time making sure he heavily drenched them in his scent.

If you choose even one for your nest-Bucky breaks into a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bucky knows he shouldn’t feel as anxious as he does, but he can’t help it. The same way he can’t help, the way his heart thuds a little harder in his chest whenever he thinks about you. Here. In his room.

He can’t help the way his stomach twists just a little when he imagines you on his bed, marking his things with your scent, touching his sheets, clothes. Touching him. Letting him touch you. Becoming part of his life, his world.

He could easily claim you, use his Alpha status, commands, and size to dominate you into being his. But here’s the thing. He wants you to be his, but he needs you to want it as much as he does.

He’s taken his time with you, knowing that you deserve to be wooed properly. Wanting to care for you, cherish you the way you deserve. His Alpha nature wanting to make you happy. Dates to the museums, botanic gardens, movies, any place you like, dinners at fine restaurants, and little hole in the wall diners where you spend the entire time squished against his side in a booth too tiny for his large body, arms, and hands tangled as you eat, laugh and talk.

Bucky wants you to have all the best things, everything he has is yours, even if you don’t know it yet.

His new favorite hobby is finding presents for you, little treasures, each carrying his scent, of course. Personalized gifts sent to your house and work, most for no reason other than they reminded him of you.

Most of them hand-delivered because he can’t get enough of how flustered you get when he gives you something, you have no idea how much he adores your small pleased chirp that slips out when he leans in, asking if you like it little one. It makes his heart sing, knowing how much he affects you.

His Alpha pride blooming the more you fall for him.

Bucky bounds down the steps when he senses your arrival. Opening the door before you have a chance to knock, he holds back a chuckle when you startle, grabbing your overnight bag before it slips from your hand. “Hi, little one,” he warmly greets, stepping back to let you inside.

You smile shyly in response, your curious eyes darting around the hallway. Anticipation crackling in the air. While it’s not the first time you’ve been in his house, it’s the first time you’ll go further than the living room. You answer his questions about your day and the ride over here as he guides you up the stairs, his large hand splayed across the small of your back.

Bucky hovers behind you, waiting patiently as you stare into his bedroom. After tonight you’ll belong to Bucky Barnes. You swallow down the whimper that wants to escape your throat, your pussy aching at the thought of finally being his, your slick coating your panties.

HIs shuddery breath lets you know he can smell how aroused you are. Glancing over your shoulder, his heady lust-filled gaze makes you bite your lip. His eyes drop to your bottom lip, caught between your teeth, a low growl rising from his chest. The deep sound making your stomach tense in anticipation.

You step inside his bedroom, awash in the soft glow of candlelight, your knees almost buckling when his scent overwhelms you. Stronger than you’ve ever experienced. Fresh rain and plums, hints of evergreen laced throughout. All uniquely him.

Walking around the California king bed, you place your bag by his shirts. “I thought you could have a nest here.” His unspoken with me resonates in the quiet air.

You smile, imagining a large nest surrounding you and Bucky as you touch the soft fabric of his Henley with your fingertips. Your hand stills when you hear his breath hitch, your eyes flicker up to his large body. His hands fisted at his sides as he cranes his head back. You stare at his pulse beating in his neck, the omega in you preening when you take in how badly he wants you.

No one has wanted you the way he has. It’s intoxicating and exhilarating.

You pad over to him, placing your hands on his warm broad chest. Exposing your throat in submission. “Make me yours.”

He's waited so long to hear those words, his control begins to fray, taking every ounce of his being to keep from bending you over the side of the bed and claiming your body.

Still, he promised himself to take his time with you

Bucky grazes his teeth along the curve of your neck, back and forth until you whine, twisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt. “Please, Bucky.”

He hums into your skin, his breath washing over you. He bites down gently, too gently. You want to feel his teeth sink into you, claiming you so bad you’re trembling with need. “Please, please Bucky.”

God, he won’t stop teasing you. His hands shifting over your hips, pressing your belly into his large, hard cock. Warm and throbbing. Your slick cunt drenched and aching. Another plea ignored while you slide your hands into his soft hair and push him down with a whimper. He chuckles, nipping your skin so lightly you want to scream.

“Buc-” your voice cracks when he groans into your neck, his tongue laving the bruises he creating on your skin.

He’s so big and warm. Smells so good. You’ve never wanted anything, anyone more. Every instinct, every part of you crying for him to take you. To make you his girl, his omega, you want him to be your-

“Alpha.”

Bucky stills in your arms, his grip tightening around you as he grows impossibly harder. He's waited so long to hear that word as well, sweeter than he dreamed.

“Alpha, please.” Breathy and desperate in his ear.

Bucky closes his eyes, his hands sweeping up your back. Your voice is addictive, and he’s going to do everything in his power to keep his name on your lips. You say it again, awakening his dormant feral nature.

His teeth sink down, a burst of pain and pleasure shocking you to your very core and you go limp.

Bucky cradles your body, walking you back to the bed, biting harder into your soft skin until you shiver, crying out his name. Bonding you to him, a connection, so deep and primal that he can’t let go. He feels you, the urge to claim you, take you overwhelming his senses.

Bucky releases you, his dazed eyes darkening as he looks at his mark on your pretty skin. “Mine. Need you right now.” He says, brokenly, frantic and demanding.

“Yours. Love you.” You gasp into his chest, pulling at his shirt, needing to feel his skin on you. He licks the bite and your eyes roll back. Another desperate gasp pulled from your lips. “Alpha.”

“Love you, little one. My pretty little omega” He decorates your skin with soft, passionate kisses along your neck, up across your jaw in between ripping your clothes off, your greedy hands pulling and tugging at his belt as he yanks his t-shirt over his head, the pile of shirts and your bag tumbling to the carpet.

A flurry of torn fabric fluttering to the floor until you’re naked before him. Your eyes roaming down his large muscular body until you reach his cock swaying in the air, the swollen tip leaking.

He’s so big, you don’t know how he’s going to fit.

“Don’t worry, little one, your pussy is made for me.” He arrogantly smirks, covering you with his large warm body, his smooth chest brushing over your sensitive nipples. “I’ll fit-” He groans, slotting a thigh between your legs, “-in your tight little pussy.” He pushes his thigh over your mound, swallowing your needy moan when he glides over your clit.

Bucky swears he’s going to take his time later, bury his head between your thighs until you beg him to stop, tear you apart piece by piece until you’re a trembling fucked out mess but right now he has to be inside you, needing your warmth around him.

His soft lips drape over yours, deepening the kiss as he moves over you, mumbling your name when you reach between your bodies, grabbing his thick cock in your hands, guiding him to your pulsating core. You grab his firm back, keening into his mouth when you feel his swollen head breach your core, his thrust slow and deliberate, his veiny ridges stretching your silken walls.

His groan rings in your ears. “Goddamn, you’re tight, so fucking tight, fit around me so good, you know that, don’t you? You know how good you feel.” He praises, continuing to fill you until his pelvis is flush against yours. “So fucking perfect doll.”

You dig your sharp nails into his back with a muffled cry. So good, so good you think, squeezing your eyes shut as he moves deeper in you, god he’s so good.

“We haven’t even started yet,” he chuckles, swiping his lips over your swollen mouth, “breathe pretty girl.” Another chuckle rumbles over your neck when you arch off the bed as he slides out of you, “Gonna have fun ruining your pussy, fuck, this pussy is going to be mine, isn’t it?” His next deep stroke making you wail.

It is, it, you were his the moment he laid eyes on you.

His words punctuated by another harsh thrust that you feel in your stomach. You try to answer but can only gasp when he lifts your hips, making you take every inch of him.

Bucky moves deeper inside your hot, wet pussy until he can see your belly bulge, his masculine ego enlarging with each sob and moan he drags out of you. He can feel how close you are, the waves of bliss drowning you until you tense beneath him, his pace quickening as he pushes you closer to your high. “Cum for me, be a good girl, and cum for me.”

Your body obeys his hotly whispered command, your orgasm crashing into you. Chanting his name, you rake your nails down his back, grabbing his ass, crying out, “Oh god, Bucky, oh, Buc-,” you sob out, your head lolling back, the candlelight shining over his mark.

His hips slow to a steady pace, never ceasing as he rolls you on top of him. Pleasure sparking through your body with each powerful stroke.

Placing your hands beside his head, you gaze down at him, wheezed gasp slipping through your lips. Bucky offers you his neck, his position almost submissive if not for the smirk in his eyes. And the way his massive hands firmly roll your hips over his cock. “Go on, pretty girl.”

Tears shimmer in your widening eyes, you swallow thickly. Oh. Oh, Bucky. You place your mouth on his broad shoulder, feeling his gland. You’ve never heard of an alpha willing to wear his omega’s mark, to have Bucky offering you his throat is indescribable. To be loved the way he loves you, god you don’t know how you’re going to survive him.

You bite down, feeling the bond open even wider. You feel him, hear him. He loves you so much.

His guttural groans of pleasure make you clench down as he slides out of you. When you release him, looking in wonder at the bite on his broad shoulder, he slides his hands over your hips, murmuring good girl. The room spins as he rolls you back over. Bucky thrusts into you, the headboard slamming against the wall so hard it cracks.

He craves you.

His cock stretching you, going so deep inside you. More tears form as pleasure spreads across your entire body, his solid, heavy chest driving you into the soft duvet.

Sweet girl.

“You feel me right here, don’t you?” He presses his hand on your belly, feeling his bulge with each deep thrust. “You’re going to feel me all weekend.” He promises, wild eyes meeting your dazed ones.

Perfect, so fucking perfect.

He places your leg over his arm and grabs the headboard. “Yeah, you are.” He swears under his breath, watching your mouth fall open, a thin high moan emerging from your throat. He grins, knowing he’s found your sweet spot. “Fuck, I could live in your cunt, stay inside you all the fucking time. So goddamn good.”

Love you. Adore you. Worship you.

He laces his metal fingers between yours, pinning your hand over your head. Mine. Mine. Your cries of pleasure making him snap his hips into yours. Wet sloshing of your cunt intertwining with the nearly vulgar sounds of skin slapping. Mine. All mine. His deep moans in your ear as you pant, his name garbled on your tongue as you give yourself to him. “I’m yours, Bucky, please, please I’m so close-” you slur, unable to finish your thought when he changes his pace, your breath rasping out.

“You wanna cum for me don’t you little one, you’re gonna be good for me, go on and give it to me.” He whispers over your mouth, his forehead resting on yours as he watches you fall apart.

Your walls spasm over his cock, making his pace fraught and erratic, he lets go of the splintered headboard, finding your clit between your sweaty bodies, swollen and sensitive, his thumb swirling around your bud hard and fast until the coil snaps. Another orgasm rocking you, making you clench down on him.

“There you go, such a good girl, my pretty girl.” He coos, smiling as you thrash under him. “That’s it, knew you could take it.”

He grinds his hip down so hard you cum again, grunting when you clamp down, “shit you’re still milking my cock-” You tremble, not hearing him over the roar in your ears. “Gonna fill you up, wanna see me leak out of your pretty, greedy little cunt.” He groans, his words making your stomach flutter. You love when he loses control, his words rushing out of him as he pounds you into you, chasing his high, his eyes focused on your face.

You nearly cum again when warmth blooms in your core, his hot spend coating your walls as he goes still, only his hips jerking slightly until he collapses on top of you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, turning you on your side, his cock nestled within you.

“Amazing, Bucky.” You rasp out, snuggling into his sweat-slicked chest. Your tired giggles ending in a yawn.

“Me too.” Bucky kisses your forehead, pulling back with a smile. “Didn’t mean to wear you out like this.” His smug tone making you give him a look that says you don’t believe him, his shrug in return replying he knows. “Go to sleep, I got you.”

You drift off feeling protected and cherished in his arms, your unbreakable bond strengthening with each whispered affirmation of love, pulling you closer to him. Bucky’s deep voice drifts over you as he continues to praise you for being so perfect for him. He watches the candlelight dance over your sleeping face.

He scents your neck, inhaling you, a dizzying combination of the both of you wafting off your skin. Yeah, he's going to make sure you always smell like this. Reverently touching his mark, he murmurs, "good night sweet girl."