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[buckets-and-trees]

On this fine Sunday morning, enjoy the thot of Bucky and Ari waking you up too early, but in a way that you can't complain about (you literally can't complain since something's in your mouth....)

To wake up to this ask? Have you no compassion on this the Lord’s day of rest?

No rest for the wicked on Sinday though…

So how about just a little drabble in the sheets?

Title: Crimson Mornings Word Count: 500

Content/Warnings: explicit smut: mmf threesome, implied Somnophilia, fingering (mouth, vaginal, anal), light cumplay

You moan, stirring from sleep, but then you’re jolted from sleep and your eyes fly open, slight panic rising when you register your mouth is filled with two fingers, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“Shh, doll,” Bucky’s deep voice the first thing for your brain to process, “close those lips and breathe through your nose.”

“And don’t let your pretty little head start to think,” Ari murmurs in your ear, his body pressed up against your back. “We finally broke you last night. Didn’t think we’d wait to play with our pretty girl again, did you?”

Ari brings one of his hands up to hold and caress your throat while Bucky begins to stroke his fingers slowly over your tongue. You whimper and close your eyes again. It’s too early to see anything yet in the dimmest traces of dawn nudging into the room. But you don’t need to do anything other than give your body over to these two men who were relentless in getting you between them and proved to be insatiable once they’d conquered you.

And you had tried to evade them for too long. Unable to move between them now, part of you wondered why. But a small whisper in the back of your mind still prodded around the edges of the pleasure they were already plying to your body that it was because you were certain they would consume you between them.

Bucky’s thigh was already wedged between your legs, opening you up, and with how wet you were with Ari’s fingers delving between and along your slick folds, you had no idea how long they’d been manipulating your body this morning.

Removing his fingers from your tongue, Bucky presses closer, chest to naked chest, laps at the drool that’s spilled out of your mouth at his ministration, and covers your lips with his, kissing you with unsatisfied hunger. His wet fingers join Ari’s at your cunt, and you writhe in pleasure, basking in the bliss.

But it was only a moment. They had other plans.

Ari’s fingers draw long strokes through your slick from your clit down to your hole, up and down, working in tandem with Bucky, and then he draws them further back, splitting between your ass cheeks and nudging at your tight puckered hole.

You yelp in surprise, turning your head abruptly to escape Bucky’s lips. “No, I’ve never-“ you protest.

“You will,” Ari growls into your neck. He presses his finger slowly but determinedly into your anus, only just enough to breach.

You gasp at the feeling.

Bucky mouths hot, wet kisses along your jaw. “We will only stop if you say the safe word.”

“You remember your word, right, Baby?” Ari prompts. His finger coaxes gently but insistently right there inside the entrance of your tight virgin hole.

You whimper and nod.

He squeezes at your neck. “Gotta hear it for sure.”

“Crimson,” you keen, both of your hands gripping Bucky’s shoulders.

“Good girl.”

“Now we’ll wreck you,” Ari promises, and he presses his finger further in.

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[buckets-and-trees]

"I know you didn't just say that. My good girl wouldn't do that, knowing what would happen if you did."

This is one thousand percent Lloyd, isn't it?

Lloyd could and would fuck anyone whenever he wanted until he decided to keep YOU.

You were just so pretty when you cried, and little spirited and strong-willed but in a way that made it so he didn't have to baby you in everything - you had grit and you could take his very strict approach. Willing to bend to his will, and he loves that you love trying to please him. You have such a praise kink, a proclivity to try and please him because it's very satisfying to know you're the one he stopped his hit-it-and-quit-it days for.

You did.

(continued reading will have bondage, play with a vibrator and a saddle, orgasm denial, tortured play, overstimulation)

But sometimes you get a little smug.

Or sometimes you get a little bored - like when he's gone too long or works long hours - and when you get bored, you ...

...well you might get a little bit petulant or bratty.

You said you'd go take care of your needs yourself since he seemed to think he had better/more important things to do. You had toys that would be just as good if not better than him to satisfy your needs.

"I know you didn't just say that. My good girl wouldn't do that, knowing what would happen if you did."

And he drops everything he's in the middle of trying to respond to, rolls up his sleeves, and you start edging away - knowing you went too far (but a little of you also knows you wanted to). but he moves swiftly, throws you over his shoulder with no concern for the roughness, and takes you to your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed, quickly tying you up with your hands behind your back, gags you, and tells you not to fucking move.

Then he goes to the closet and pulls out the sybian/saddle, and sets it up.

You wanted to play with your toys?

You better enjoy it. He pulls out a vibrator and shoves it between your legs, highest setting, and presses it repeatedly to your clit, holding it there for unpredictable amounts of time - a few seconds, a minute, half a minute, ten seconds, brief seconds in pulsing succession, until you're very much whimpering and twitching, and when he's sure you're keyed up and desperate, he picks you up and plants you on the dildo, your arms still behind your back, bound at the wrist, legs dangling over each side, with it set purposely to a height your feet can't reach the floor, and then he turns that all the way up, too.

And he's going to make you stay there - being with your toys is what you wanted, after all, isn't it? - until he deigns to come back to you. Could be an hour, a few hours, could be tonight.

You'll be a good girl with your toys until he's decided you've learned your lesson.

Then, if you've been a good girl about taking your punishment, he might give you the release you say you're craving when you're desperate and needy.

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[bucksangel]

You didn't know they knew each other. Your very first crush was Bucky, met and flirted with at a few college parties. He had that panty-dropping charm and an even hotter ability to hold a smart conversation. But nothing more than ragged breath and growing need ever bloomed out of it at the time.

Your small obsession with Steve started when he jogged up the stairs of your building in the tightest t-shirt ever, all sweaty and slightly panting, just as you were suffering some horny phase. Each time you met your neighbor next, he appeared even hotter.

So really, it's kinda your doom, when one evening you leave your apartment only to stumble right into Steve and Bucky - who are kissing in the hall.

They pause, hearing your door close and your keys jangle. Two pairs of familiar eyes look up at you.

"Oh, it's you, doll!"

this is me immediately running over all of my other wips so i can make a new google doc👀👀

[buckets-and-trees]

Whoops.

BUT MAY THAT BONFIRE NEVER DIE OUT. IT WAS HOT AND I WOULD BURN HAPPILY IN IT.

[jobean12-blog]

Nestled

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (A/B/O AU)

Word Count: 1,245

Summary: Joel's been away taking care of things and when he returns it's impossible to hide how much you've missed him.

Author's Note: This is my first ever A/B/O fic and it's for my lovely friend Suz's @targaryenvampireslayer Blind Date Writing Challenge! The trope I got was A/B/O and my dialogue prompt is bolded in the story! I want to give special thanks to my sweet friend Eva @biteofcherry for looking this over for me and helping me navigate this universe. She has the most amazing A/B/O AU with Ari that you can read HERE! Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the awesome @firefly-in-darkness thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: lots of soft sweet fluffiness, alpha!Joel has a dominant edge but he's soft and sexy for his omgea, finger-ing, ora-l (f rec)

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The softness of his shirt feels perfect against your sensitive skin and as you cuddle the fabric you fall deeper into the cocoon of his scent, surrounded by the warmth of your blankets and pillows.

The dainty string of fairy lights glows softly against the backdrop of darkness that filters in through the large windows but even with their light the stars in the sky shine more brightly, twinkling like diamonds.

You sigh and fight the heavy feel of your eyelids as they press closed. He should be home soon and you want to be awake. Want to see him. Want to feel him. You need him.

With the last lingering thoughts of his touch your breathing starts to even out but just before you succumb to sleep your body starts to thrum with awareness and you know he’s back.

You sit up and stretch just as he appears in the doorway, filling the space with his broad shoulders.

“Joel,” you whisper.

He walks toward you with even and purposeful steps, stopping just outside your nesting space. He smiles with admiration and love at what you’ve created and when his eyes meet yours you see it there and it fills your heart up.

“Darlin’,” he coos before he bends down and climbs in next to you, taking note of his shirt draped over your otherwise bare skin with a pleased hum.

You curl into his embrace and purr as he nuzzles your neck and inhales your scent. He rubs his nose along your jaw, following with butterfly kisses until he finds your lips and seals them with his.

When he pulls away your eyes are still closed and your lips are curved into a satisfied smile.

“Look at me darlin’.”

Your eyelids slowly flutter open and meet his gaze.

“Have you been takin’ care of yourself while I was gone?”

You nod. “Mm hm. Just like you told me.”

He gives you an approving smile and cradles your cheek in one large hand, brushing his thumb gently across your skin.

“That’s my good girl.”

You preen under his praise, your skin heating and tingles running down your spine.

He cradles you against his chest as his hands slide over your curves and his fingers slip under the hem of his shirt.

You burrow to him, kissing his neck and loving the feel of the scruffy hair lining his skin and humming as his scent envelopes you in a feeling of safety and love. With your head resting against his shoulder you look up into the night sky and follow the path of a shooting star.

“They’re so beautiful,” you whisper.

“Hm?” he murmurs and you turn your face to his. He’s staring. At you.

“The stars…they’re beautiful.”

His eyes never move from your face.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he says quietly.

“I missed you Joel.”

His fingertips graze the soft skin of your stomach before sliding lower and teasing your thigh.

Your arousal spikes the air and he growls low and deep.

“I know,” he groans as your sweet scent wafts up to his nose.

He pushes you down until you’re spread out beneath him and with gentle hands he lifts his shirt up and off your body.

“I can’t wait to devour you my sweet omega. It’s all I could think about.”   

His dark eyes fall to your knees and he wedges his hand between them to spread you open. The heat of his skin matches yours as he skims his calloused fingers down the curve of your leg and his warm breath caresses your cheek.

“Mm…,” he hums. “Smell so good darlin.’ Sweet as sugar.”

Those long fingers move lower and brush through the slickness between your thighs. You shiver and squirm even at the lightest touch, clutching his thick wrist and urging him closer. When his lips ghost along the shell of your ear you whimper his name and arch your back, letting your legs fall open wider.

“You seem more sensitive than usual,” he murmurs, relishing the way you come alive beneath him.

“Missed you so much alpha. Need you. Please.”

His scent fills the space, strong and musky like the woods after a rain and you feel it everywhere. You thread your fingers through his dark curls as he rubs your noses together.

Your hands fumble to find the buttons of his shirt as you slide them along his chest but when his eyes meet yours you stop and heed the silent warning they hold.

“I’m going to give you what you need darlin.’ Everythin’ you need.”

Soft lips press to your neck, following the delicate curve before sweeping across your shoulder and leaving goosebumps all along your kissed skin.

His touch between your legs is still soft and teasing, making you shake with want.

“Please,” you beg.

A satisfied hum rumbles through his chest as he slips a single thick finger inside you, pumping it slowly in and out. Every stroke brings you closer to the edge and when your lips part and you plead for more he adds a second finger, stretching you just right.

“You’re dripping for me darlin’,” he growls. “I need to taste you.”

He moves lower and splays his free hand on your lower belly, pinning you down. The first sweep of his tongue is all it takes to have you choking on the scream in your throat.

Every lick and suck is deliberately torturous, sweet and languid, drawing out your bliss.

You chant his name and his silky hair slips through your fingers, gasping as the sensations become too much and you shatter apart.

He waits for your breathing to calm with tender kisses and soft licks then his hands move higher, his lips following until he’s cradling you protectively in his arms and whispering sweet praises in your ear.

You tilt your head back, stretching your throat out for the delicate nip of his teeth. He holds you down beneath him, your fingernails dancing over his taut skin as his muscles flex with his barely controlled restraint.

His nose skims along your skin then his lips soothe the spot on your neck where he previously nibbled before he does it all over again.

“Please alpha,” you whine, feeling a new wave of slickness coat your thighs.

He sinks his teeth into your throat and you let out a cry of pleasure, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist.

His tongue slides over the bite and he rolls his hips, still fully clothed, and the friction between your thighs makes you purr in pleasure.

“You’re wearing too many clothes Joel.”

Your soft reprimand has him kissing you breathless and when he releases you for air he sits up and starts to unbutton his shirt.

With a gentle touch you stop the action. “Let me. Please?” you ask sweetly.

He relents and shifts so you can work your hands along the closed buttons, slowly revealing more of his warm skin.

“I love you,” he says just as your fingertips brush the fabric from his shoulders. “My omega. Mine. All mine.”

Your lips press to the spot over this heart, its beat steady and strong under your kiss. He wraps his hand around your wrist and lifts your fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss to the tip of each before guiding you to the button of his jeans.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “And I’m yours. All yours.”

@blackwidownat2814 @lorilane33 @hiddles-rose @littleseasiren @lizette50 @kmc1989

[bucksangel]

Sending you a meme instead ❤️

omfg that’s meeee😭😭😭

also thank you baby🤍🤍 i’m sending you a million hugs🫂

[buckets-and-trees]

@biteofcherry but isn’t that exactly our Alpha Ari? (Maybe with a little chase in before we end up at that piece you wrote about the wildflower field…)

i want a lover who will explore the forest with me while we collect wildflower, river rocks and mushrooms

[navybrat817]

Thanks to Eva, I'm thinking about Cole and Hal now lmaoooo Cole's gonna start stripping too

@biteofcherry put that duo in all of our heads. 😉 Cole will for sure think about stripping to get a bit of your attention. And Hal can't help it that he has those washboard abs and never wants to keep his shirt on. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

[buckets-and-trees]

Do you really think you're able to hide within the crowd of a club they own? Or anywhere else in the city? It all fucking belongs to them. So will you.

I am probably not foolish enough to think that I can hide from them... more like if they set their sites on me, when do I realize they've decided I'm theirs? Do I know I'm even a target? How long do they let me continue to run before they pounce and devour me/make me theirs? Will they play a little cat and mouse, or will it be a direct approach? And if it's direct... will it be a kidnap or will I be seduced into going along willingly?

I'm thinking...if I'm truly the reader...there's a bit of cat and mouse. Maybe one of them slips behind the bar to serve up one of my drinks so he can interact up close and exchange a few words, maybe leave me a little fluttery, thinking about that bartender. The other sidles through the crowd dancing, makes his way through to have a few moments with me to make an impression and then disappears.

So do they pounce later that night, or choose somewhere else to make their next move?

Thank you, Eva! You wicked, wonderful minx!

[buckets-and-trees]

I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before… in your library…

Only it was a whole weekend and just please give me that readers life, I will gladly insert myself

Cute date idea: We stay in bed all day, order takeout & constantly fuck.

[buckets-and-trees]

Dare:

Omega auction that lands you in grasp of two Alphas 😈

I'm certainly not happy at being auctioned off in the first place.

They were reluctant to work together to get the outcome they wanted - securing me - at the auction, but desperate times called for desperate measures and a tense alliance.

But they did what they had to do, and I might be feeling a lot of resentment, but the draw I feel to both of them is undeniable and something I trust, even if I don't want to.

The bond that we're forced into - acquired by auction and them having to share me - is going to be exactly what we all will come to fiercely protect, value, and and be devoted to pretty quickly though. But that's to be expected when fate lines up the cards we didn't know we needed to give us the life we didn't know we could dream of.

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[buckets-and-trees]

Aside the hotness of staying in bed fucking all day/weekend,I love the aspect of ordering take out, because neither of you wants to move ass to cook 😆 love the cute domestic vibe of trying to get your man to make you food, him trying to sweet talk you into cooking, then finally settling on take out

Well and also... let's be real. If we're spending the weekend "in bed" just to be with each other, the realistic expectations that either one of us gets cooking something and the other one doesn't end up interrupting the task at hand? We are not going to have successful missions in the kitchen for anything more than grabbing cereal or something else that fast!

But we could manage to order takeout, even if one of us is happily distracting the other from trying to accomplish that mission...

Or can you imagine you're tied up, overstimulated and nothing more than a whimpering mess and CEO husband Steve is fingering you in the bedroom of your penthouse, and he's trying to get you to tell him what you want from the italian restaurant when he knows very well you can't manage to do more than moan his name at the moment?

[buckets-and-trees]

EVA!

I WAS IN NO WAY READY FOR THIS!

I naively thought I was.

And I was so so so so so so wrong.

You kow I already had this huge love for Alpha!Ari but

he

you just

my brain is really struggling to function after that episode!

So, things I loved:

Reader reaching for Ari's empty spot on the bed - because it shows she reaches for him/that spot

You knew Ari was aware of you coming down the stairs and walking into the kitchen, you wouldn’t be surprised if he sensed that you woke up, but it was the tiny changes in your breathing that made him pause and look up. 

Postponing breakfast --> Though his words were on the amusing side, the drop in his tone betrayed how affected his own wolf was.

“You like the chase.” // “I do. But my omega is in heat and no one is allowed to even get a whiff of that maddening, sweet scent.”

There was never a chance of going against Ari’s strength. 

“Bitch in heat it is,” he growled, retracting his teeth. This felt to utterly canon Ari!

When he draped his body over us for the rutting

The knotting and bite

Ripping our clothes off

“You’ll be so responsive.” Ari hummed in delight. Just his authoritative dirty talk in general/all of it.

But also this: “Good girl, omega.” He kissed a spot right behind your ear. 

It was overwhelmingly intense to live through that - so ... you know ... way to evoke that feeling of an intense heat! I'll just be over here comatose for a while. Send an alpha to collect me at some point.

Hardwood

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Alpha Ari Levinson x omega female reader; shifter!Ari Levinson x shifter!reader

summary: Though you knew your heat is nearing, the way it hits you in the morning and how you act is very unexpected.

warnings: primal kink; breeding kink; mating cycles; heat; knotting; unprotected sex; dirty talk;

The bed seemed warmer than usual as you stirred from your sleep. Your hand on the vacant spot right next to you, where Ari should be sleeping, trailed after the imprint of his presence.

That he was out of bed before you wasn’t a novelty; though Ari liked to be the one waking you up with his wandering hands and mouth, more often he was up on his feet, preparing for the day - and making you breakfast.

His scent was quite strong as you took a long, deep breath that stretched into a yawn. Fresh pine and resin, reminding of taking a stroll through the woods. 

Perhaps he got out of bed just moments ago. 

Though usually you stayed in bed a bit longer, your consciousness snapped to functionality and your body was rousing with eagerness to find your mate. 

Had to be the hunger, you told yourself as you donned on a washed-out t-shirt and silk, pink pajama shorts. One of Ari’s best traits as a mate was the fact he made hearty, delicious breakfasts. He had zero patience for washing the dishes and often annoyed you with how carelessly he did them, but he made up in the cooking department. 

Your head filled with all the tasty options that Ari could be cooking as you padded downstairs and into the kitchen. However, the moment you stepped inside, your brain lost its track of thought. 

The sight of Ari moving around the kitchen in tight jeans (belt unbuckled and clinking as he moved) and nothing else wasn’t shocking. It was a norm - Ari’s slutty exhibitionistic wardrobe choices. And yes, you always allowed yourself to ogle, since his sinfully hot body was all yours to admire and crave. 

But there was something different with the view he presented this time, or rather your reaction was different. 

Watching Ari in his clothes was enough to turn you on, seeing him half naked had a stronger effect, but the whole process of arousal was a fire slowly growing from smaller flames. This time your whole body snapped to attention immediately. 

If it wasn’t obvious to you that Ari is the center of your wolf’s rapid focus, you’d suspect she sensed danger; that she tensed your muscles and sharpened your senses to react to a possible threat. 

You knew Ari was aware of you coming down the stairs and walking into the kitchen, you wouldn’t be surprised if he sensed that you woke up, but it was the tiny changes in your breathing that made him pause and look up. 

When his blue eyes met yours, your body reacted with a gush of slick.

Ari straightened slowly. Each inch he gained as he stretched to his full height thrummed through your body with a jolt of arousal. He reached to the side and turned off the coffee maker, then pushed the pan off the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice a little shaky as you licked your lips. 

“Postponing breakfast, since it’s obvious your heat won’t wait any moment longer,” Ari replied. Though his words were on the amusing side, the drop in his tone betrayed how affected his own wolf was. 

You didn’t deny his assessment. There was no point playing coy, or lying. Not when the craving increased with each passing second.

Your toes curled as you considered simply jumping Ari right there. Then your gaze flicked to the door leading outside into the backyard, a thought of running away with the thrill of adding more adrenaline before your Alpha pins you down and knots your needy cunt.  

“Don’t.” Ari’s warning growl turned your nipples painfully stiff.

Your gaze obediently returned to him. Neither of you moved, the tension grew unbearable as you seized each other up. 

“You like the chase.” You countered, feeling your heartbeat accelerate in excitement. 

“I do. But my omega is in heat and no one is allowed to even get a whiff of that maddening, sweet scent.”

Ari’s possessiveness often irked you, leading to a few loud arguments in the past. You knew it wouldn’t change, not with how close to the surface Ari’s wolf was all the time. Definitely not with his position of an Alpha, which meant that as his mate you were also a tool of power and he wouldn’t allow anyone to challenge him by poaching you.

At the moment, however, there was something deeply satisfying in his desire to keep you for himself only. 

You knew it wasn’t your wolf - that bitch was already in a presenting position whining for the Alpha to take her - it was your human side, the teasing and stubborn streak of humanity that made you take those fast steps toward the door anyway.  

You didn’t even manage to touch the doorknob. 

Large hand gripped the front of your neck, yanking you back into a wall of muscles. 

Ari’s other arm tightened around you, caging your arms at your sides. His fingers curled tighter, pressing into your carotids and threatening to cut off your airflow. If anything, it only made your clit throb harder.

You snarled, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Futily. You weren’t even able to shake your head an inch. There was never a chance of going against Ari’s strength. 

Ari kicked your feet apart and wedged his leg between them. Your hips rocked against his thigh desperately, silk bottoms sticking to your folds as you drenched at the mere friction his leg provided.   

“Are you going to behave and let me take you to our bed?” Ari grunted, bouncing his leg slightly and making you moan. “Or do you want me to push you down here like a needy bitch in heat?”

You were horny before. You were in heat before. Many times. All those experiences seemed bland compared to the despair you felt. That need burst into a blaze in such a short time, that desire was mixing with irritation and evoking more impatient snarls from you.

When you tilted your head and bared your teeth at Ari, he snapped. 

He bent your neck to the side and sank his teeth into your skin; your whine of pain turned into a little yip as you went pliant in his arms. 

“Bitch in heat it is,” he growled, retracting his teeth. 

Ari forced you down, not that you were struggling much anymore. He got you onto your hands and knees on the hardwood kitchen floor. His grip moved from the front of your neck to the back of it, holding you by the nape as he slapped your ass hard. Once. Twice. 

Then with a single yank he ripped off your shorts, tossing the soiled, pink garment in front of you, so you could see how soaked through they were. 

Heats always came with copious fluids, but - as with desire itself - it built up in hours. Heat with Ari proved to go from zero to hundred in nanoseconds. 

Without prompting, you spread your legs wider and arched your back. Not only was your clit pulsing, but your folds did too, filled with blood and dripping slick. You pushed your hips back, soundlessly pleading for the stretch of your Alpha’s cock. 

“Good omega,” Ari praised as you presented. “That’s it. Open up for the fat cock that you crave so much.” 

He ran his fingers on the inside of your thigh, which was sticky with your juices, then slid them between your swollen folds. He didn’t tease you long, just a few strokes and then he was positioning himself behind you. 

A pleased chirp at the stretch of the head of his cock pushing into your tight hole almost turned into a whine when Ari paused. But it was for a fleeting second, as he changed his grip to use both hands to grab your shoulders. 

Then he slammed into you brutally, the force jerking you forward. 

Ari’s strokes were languid, but purposeful, matching that primal hunger that melted away your humanity and left mostly the animal in charge. Though you still instinctively attempted to scramble away from the hard, merciless fucking, Ari’s hold on your shoulders prevented it. 

The swirls of conflicting thoughts in your head dispersed, replaced by the sole focus on feeling. And chasing that frantic urgency to come. Your body was tuning in with the animalistic taking. Soon your hips were swaying back eagerly to meet each quickening thrust.

As remnants of instinctive fight left you and you gave in to nature's demand, Ari changed his hold on you. Pinning grip on your shoulders shifted, hands moving onto your hips instead to give him better leverage as he pounded you harder. At some point your arms wobbled and you fell forward, bracing your eight on your forearms.

Slight change in position tilted your hips up, allowing Ari’s cock a new angle that fucked the breath out of your chest and caused stars to burst beneath your eyelids. 

You came with a long cry; your walls spasming tight around him. Squelching sounds matched the volume of slapping skin, only barely drowned out by Ari’s growls and staccato of your moans. 

“So fucking tight.” Ari huffed. “Your greedy little pussy’s so desperate to milk every drop out of me.” 

He draped his massive body over you, hands splayed right next to yours as he rutted into you. He almost stopped withdrawing, rocking his length deeper and deeper, and you felt the stretch start to build up. 

“This what you wanted so much, huh?” Ari grazed his teeth over your shoulder, snapping his hips forward.

“Yes!” You keened, impatient for his knot to inflate. 

“I know, my little omega,” he kissed the spot he just teased with his teeth, “I can sense that urge to be filled with my cum thrumming through your body.”

You were shaking at this point, thighs quivering as buildup to another climax heightened. It could happen any moment now, but something held it off, as if you were waiting for something specific. Something special. 

It could only be one thing.

“My wolf is so proud that you want to have his pups,” Ari was mouthing along your skin, words unclear the more he nipped and kissed. “But I’d fuck you even if you resisted that need-” his teeth sank deeper as his thrusts grew frantic- “because babies or not, there’s no better fucking feeling than cumming in your pussy and locking you on my knot!”

A second later Ari’s teeth pierced your skin and his knot inflated; spurts of thick, warm cum filling you. 

Momentarily, your whole body seized as your own orgasm hit full force. 

Stronger than before, since your body was finally given what it craved more and responded to each splash of your mate’s cum. The stretch of knot provided stimulation as well, keeping you on that precipice of constant arousal. 

A bit of blood trickled down where Ari bit you, but you paid it no attention, more focused on your Alpha’s comforting heaviness and all the cum that was filling your womb. 

He groaned his own pleasure, trailing his lips tinted with your blood along your back. Irritated with the scrap of fabric he didn’t get rid of before, Ari ripped it off sharply, tossing what used to be a t-shirt aside. His mouth instantly returned to peppering kisses between your shoulder blades and one of his hands cupped your breast.

“These will fill up with milk soon, to feed our pups.” As he squeezed, your pussy fluttered. Or perhaps it was his words and the still pouring cum. 

“You’ll be so responsive.” Ari hummed in delight. “Your tits are going to be so sensitive and leaking,” he pinched your nipple between his fingers and your clit throbbed in sync.

He played with your other breast before trailing his hand south, to where your abdomen grew taut as more of his cum stuffed your womb. 

“Feeling heavy with my seed?” 

Ari splayed his fingers over the slight swell and pressed. Which caused a whole new wave of sensations that wrecked your body with tremors, stirring heat’s hunger anew.

“F-uck!” A curse bubbled out of your mouth, along with hoarse admission- “Yes, Ari! Feels so fucking good.”

It did. You didn’t even try to comprehend if it was the hormone induced haze of the heat, or the animal side of you, or maybe it simply felt so fucking good to be filled with cum so much. You simply delighted in it. Craved more, too.

“You’ll get more.” Ari nipped your ear. 

“And you will swell with it.” His growl stimulated your wolf, but also your human side reacted to it. “You’ll carry me a litter, omega. One after another.” 

Again, your walls clenched. A small, needy whimper left your lips.

“I see you like the idea.” Ari chuckled, slipping his fingers lower. “Like to be bred by your mate, ‘mega?”

“Nghh, yes!” You bucked against him as his fingertips touched your swollen clit.

“Good girl, omega.” He kissed a spot right behind your ear. 

“Now come for your Alpha one more time, so your womb drowns in more of my cum,” he started rubbing circles and wicked eights on your clit. “Then I’ll take you to the bedroom. Keep you all cosy and comfortable while you work your greedy cunt to earn another knot.” 

[buckets-and-trees]

Siting on a kitchen counter, swaying your legs as you read a recipe Bucky found online and wanted to try it.

He's only in gray sweatpants, hair pulled back in that messy bun, moving around the kitchen so gracefully you have no idea how this man was ever considered a brute killing machine.

You squeak when Bucky playfully smacks your hand as you were reaching to steal a few blueberries.

"Be a good girl and wait," he points a spatula at you then starts mixing the batter.

"I'm always a good girl," you pout. "And I deserve a treat for that."

Bucky chuckles. Not stopping his prep task, he leans toward you and kisses your pout away.

My lips would chase after his, as always.

This little ask has me all fluttery!

But honestly? If anyone around here is not being good, it's Bucky existing in the kitchen no shirt on, exposing his chest and shoulders and abs and back and arms so dangerously. How dare he? If Bucky weren't such a good cook, we'd need to put a stop to this immediately.

[buckets-and-trees]

What's your favorite plant out of the ones you have?

I’m picking two and you can’t stop me. Also because I have well over a hundred plants between work and home. Plants became my hobby and obsession in the pandemic.

So.

On the left is a Thai pepperomia that has tripled in size since I got it a couple of years ago. I’ve come to really love the pepperomia variety of plants in general and tend to do fairly well with the different types.

On the right is a monsterra that has quadrupled in size since I got it. It was only $13 at Trader Joe’s and started with just 3-4 stalks and was only maybe 15” in height. The above is not a great shot l, but it’s more like 40” now with a multitude of stalks! Here’s what it looks like from where I sit at my computer:

[buckets-and-trees]

Yes! I love this….it feels very “trying not to show any actual vulnerability” when one or both of them clearly cares deeply for the other. Don’t know if it’s true or not, but I guess one can only imagine until we may or may not see any more.

Why is my favorite moment when he adjusts the panties himself? Mmph. Feels very possessive and yet intimate somehow.

Navy with a little @biteofcherry mischief? Love it and both of you.

That's Bucky's face after he asks you if you're Feeling better now, doll? and you croak out "No," glaring at him from your spot on the bathroom counter as you lean against the mirror.

Your thighs are still spread and quivering, your dress rolled up and your panties hanging around your ankle.

You're definitely not better.

You're fucked out. And you kinda want more. But the both of you have to get back to that party and act as if he didn't just fuck your brains out in a fancy restroom.

Bucky bites his lip, trying to stop an obvious smug smirk. He winks at you, then puts the sunglasses back on his nose.

You can see your debauched reflection in them.

THIS IS AN ATTACK! Continued below the cut from my phone. Excuse any mistakes.

“Not feeling any better?” he asked as you closed your thighs. If you didn’t know any better, you would think it disappointed him that there wouldn’t be a round two. “Why was my dick so wet then?”

Because your dick is that good.

“Not about to stroke your ego, Barnes,” you answered instead, the corner of your lip twitching as you tried not to smirk.

He scoffed after a second, his hands strong and steady as he helped you to your feet. “It’s ‘Barnes’ now? I’m hurt, doll. And we both know I’ll fuck you again before the day’s out,” he said as a matter of fact.

You didn’t disagree, a breathless laugh escaping as you finally tore your gaze away. You wanted him to fuck you while those sunglasses stayed on his face. How hot would it be to see your ruined expression in the frames?

“The question is where,” he went on, running his thumb along your bottom lip. You almost sucked the digit into your mouth, but you knew where that would lead. “Maybe the coat closet.”

You laughed again as he crouched down slightly and adjusted your underwear to pull them up your quivering legs. Your shivering didn’t stop when he helped fix your dress next. “I deserve a bit more romance than that,” you said, tugging a little on his chain with your fingers when you wanted to pull on it with your teeth.

“Bathroom’s romantic, but a closet isn’t?”

Barely brushing your lips against his, you smiled. “We had our quickie. Next time you have your cock in me, I want to be able to scream without you covering my mouth.”

Bucky was a smart man. He’d figure something out. Until then, the ache between your legs would get you through the rest of the party.

Love and thanks! ❤️