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Shiny Trinket

Heart of Ruby Masterlist

part of Ruby Garden series

Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive female reader

summary: Don't ever think that your Dom doesn't take your opinions into consideration. Ari's about to thoroughly review your small suggestion about the Ruby Garden club's interior.

warnings: Dom/sub dynamics; bdsm; Dom!Ari Levinson; power imbalance; safe, sane and consensual; established relationship; mild bondage; use of sex toys; explicit s**ual content; very light objectification;

word count: 3.6k

In response to the pleading I wrote something with Dom!Ari to start the weekend. So grab a drink, don't drink it while reading, but hydrate afterwards as aftercare is important even for readers 😂

Head resting on Ari's shoulder, you mindlessly play with the button of his partly-open shirt as your gaze trails across the space. Soft timbre of Ari's voice as your Dom talks to another member is soothing enough that you let your thoughts simply wander.

Dark tones on the walls, which at first sight may look like simple black paint, are in fact a velvety wallpaper encrusted with decorative swirls. BDSM equipment in red leather and old-wood styled designs is mixed with black, French-style furniture; like the curved dresser which drawers are filled with small fun implements, from nipple clamps to gags.

Ornamental iron hanging from the ceilings in various spots around the club serves as rafters to which poor bottoms can be cuffed. The chandeliers, most in red or reddish-gold, a decorative echo of old French districts.

No wonder Ari feels here so at ease. Not only because he owns the place, but because he made it a much kinkier, lush reflection of the New Orleans, which used to be his home.

You like the quite luxurious feel of the Ruby Garden, with the enticing shades of black and titular red, wood and upholstery that sometimes make you fantasize about past century brothels or private clubs where kink started to bloom amongst bohemian passions.

But there's something missing. At least according to your eye.

"It could use some sparkles," you mutter under your breath, not fully aware you said it out loud.

Ari's legs beneath you jerk up slightly, nudging you as he tilts his head and glances at you.

"Hmm? What were you saying, mon Chérie?" He asks.

Ari never loses his focus on you, even if he's engaged in a conversation with someone else, his instincts are always zeroed in on you.

It's endearing, but sometimes also scary. Especially in moments when you'd rather not have your Dom sense you're about to get into trouble.

"Nothing important," you shrug. "Just that something shiny could be added to the club's interior."

"What?" Ari arches a single brow, now fully looking at you.

"Hey, I find the club very chic and stylish," you playfully tug on the collar of Ari's shirt, "but even with the addition of red it's still mostly masculine. A few shiny trinkets here or there could level it up."

Okay, so maybe you like sparkling things a bit.

Maybe a lot.

Maybe the vanity at your place is stacked with four jewelry boxes that beside your usually worn jewelry contain lots of broken strings of colorful beads, which you didn't have a heart to throw away because they were so pretty and shiny.

"Shiny decorations?" At first Ari looks at you as if you lost your mind, but his eyes slowly darken as he deliberates on something.

You tilt yourself back warily, as much as Ari's heavy arm securing your back allows. You don't trust that look on his face, when his features harden and evil kind of mischief ignites in his blue eyes.

When he gives you that look, it usually means you're about to suffer his wicked ways.

"I think I have to seriously consider such a proposition." Ari hums, tracing his fingertips down your arm.

He gently takes your fingers in his and lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles like a gentleman. Reminding you of the movie vampires you once compared him to, saying he had that southern charm blinding his victim into compliance so that he could rip her apart and leave her body in the bayou.

Ari had laughed then; rich and genuine amusement that carried through his apartment and made your heart flutter in happiness.

Then he'd tied you to a reupholstered Bergere chair and wrecked you to a point that you prayed for being dumped dead in the bayou.

So now that he's dropping into his charming deception again, your heart jumps in reasonable fear. And your pussy clenches.

"Stand up for me, Chérie." He helps you up on your feet, moving along with you, until he's towering over you.

"Remove your clothing, please." Though he's polite, you know it wasn't a request, but an order.

One you don't have much trouble complying, despite there always being that first wave of embarrassment when you undressed fully in the club, since there were always curious eyes around you.

"Wrists, please."

It's an instinct, to place your hand in Ari's grip without hesitation. Even if you're wary of his creative type of evil, you trust him deeply.

Ari's leather cuffs are already in place, always put on before you enter the club floor. Now he links them together, binding your hands. Then he lifts your arms above your head.

Your eyes follow the line of Ari's arms as he stretches them - one hand holding your bound wrists, while the other reaches for a chain hanging from the rafters above.

Uh-oh.

He chains you in place, pulling you up 'till you're balancing on the balls of your feet.

Ari tenderly runs his fingertips along your arms and down your sides, reminding you of his presence and care, despite having just thrown you off balance.

"A second, if you please." He smiles at you, but it's not really reassuring. Not at the moment when you see the wicked hunger gleaming in his eyes.

Ari sways you gently, chuckling when you squeak as your feet slide across the floor.

He moves past you, walking a few steps away. You can hear amused huffs coming from the few people who are around, including the Master with whom Ari was speaking before.

You try focusing on the sounds of what your Dom may be preparing, but the mixture of the club's noises drowns out the quiet slide of a drawer being pulled open.

Ari doesn't take long, but enough for you to start stewing in images running wild.

There's always an element of surprise (to not say shock) when being with Ari. No matter how many details you talk over before starting some scenes, your Master always twists it up and makes your head spin.

He stands in front of you again, steadying your body with a hand on your hip. He lets his gaze roam over you; slowly, so that you feel the burning attention rousing each part of your body.

"I'm always open to suggestions," he says, squeezing your flesh, "so I'll happily consider the option of adding more sparkling elements to the interior."

"But I'd rather keep with the color scheme, okay?" He asks you, as if he was really talking about simple interior design.

You know he's not. You can practically see the cogs in his devious mind twirling rapidly, creating a plan of your demise to the tune of his evil laugh.

You swallow nervously, nodding your head hesitantly.

Then Ari takes something out of his pocket and your eyes widen.

The chain that dangles on his finger isn't long. It has three red, crystal hearts placed evenly across it. And a pair of biting as fuck nipple clamps - each on one end.

"Oh no, no, no, no!" You shake your head, scrambling away as far as your chain allows, which isn't far.

Ari sighs.

He takes one step to the side. Then lands a slap on your ass so solid, that the crack of it echoes through the club and the painful sting makes you jump forward with a shriek.

Rough fingers squeeze your chin harshly when Ari faces you again. his eyes hold a reprimand that's a hair away from punishment.

"Nipple clamps are not on your hard limits list." He reminds you. "Or has that changed?"

"N-no, Sir," you want to cast your eyes down, but with the way Ari's holding your chin you're forced to withstand the eye contact.

"Do you perhaps need to safeword?"

Though his voice is a low graze of displeasure, you know it's at your antics, because Ari is always - absolutely always - serious about consent and safewords.

"No, Sir," you don't hesitate in your answer, even though you know it's sealing your fate.

"Are you in the yellow range? Do we need to pause and talk?"

He would. Immediately. If you hinted at actual discomfort beyond what you could take for your Master.

But you were nowhere near that stage. You were simply fussy and maybe the tiniest bit bratty, which meant you were getting yourself in even more trouble.

"No, Sir," you grumble in defeat.

"Ah, so you're being whiny just for the sake of it?" Ari releases your chin, but his fingers curl instead around the back of your neck as he steps so close to you that his clothes graze your naked skin.

"I don't like nipple clamps!" You blurt out, unable to stop the petulance from spilling.

"Tough." Ari shrugs. "Because I like putting them on you."

"I like how you squeak when I attach them," he murmurs, running his fingertips under the swell of your breasts. "How you pant as you breathe through the pain for me."

"I love how wet you get from them," he pinches your nipples, at the same time capturing your lips in a kiss.

Your yip melts on Ari's tongue, dispersing into a moan the longer he holds your nipples between his fingers.

You'd tell him it's not the clamps themselves that do it to you, but the fact Ari makes you suffer them. Also because his voice, warm and raspy, is like prelude to sex itself and you would get wet and needy from his talk alone.

But any coherent thought leaves your brain when Ari's mouth descends down your neck and onto your breasts. He cups each in his big hands, squeezing. Then his mouth is on one of your nipples, sucking and tormenting it into a stiff point.

He lavishes the other tit with the same voracious attention, tugging on the stiffened peak with his teeth, before releasing it.

Straightening up, Ari holds your gaze as he rubs your poor, tortured nipples with his fingers, wiping away excess of his own saliva, so that the clamps would hold on better.

And then he's attaching the first one; impish glee lighting up his eyes at your hiss.

By the time he secures the other clamp, adjusting the tightness, you're trying to steady your ragged breath and not close your thighs, because your folds are getting puffy and wet.

"See? Shiny." Ari mocks you, flicking one of the crystal hearts hanging from the thin chain attaching both clamps.

The impact, however minimal, tugs on your nipples, sending another zap straight to your core.

"But I think, if we're going for a proper shiny ornament to decorate my club-" Ari's mouth curves in a smirk as he reaches into his pocket once again- "it needs to be opulent."

He lifts his hand up and the first thing that you see is a red crystal heart between his fingers.

Ari turns his palm up and a wave of heat washes over you. A butt plug. Very reasonable in size, but it doesn't change the fact you're still squirmy and shy when your Dom initiates anal play.

You almost caused him a laughing hiccup when you tried to talk your way out of it, by blurting out it's unhygienic.

In moments like that, when you knew Ari was going to push against your resistance, you considered moving everything into a hard limit list. Though Ari had the skill to use kissing alone as a damn torment.

You curse under your breath when Ari moves to stand behind you and kicks your feet wider apart. You catch a small audience glancing your way, quickly shifting your own gaze to the floor.

There's a snick of a bottle being open and then Ari's finger slides between your buttcheeks, smearing a dollop of lube around your rim.

The plug is coated in lube as well, easing its way inside.

Your breath quickens, a whimper spilling on your lips when Ari pushes the toy in.

"Push back, Chérie. That's it," he encourages you.

While his voice is soft and the hand steadying your hip is reassuring, the pressure against your tightest hole is merciless.

“There you go,” Ari forces the whole thing in, tracing the heart-shaped securing end with his finger. “So pretty and sparkly.”

He pats your ass lightly, rounding you again. A glint of recognition in his eyes tells you that he's acutely aware that you’re settling into every sensation, every part of the scene that’s unfolding.

Ari knows your body is throbbing with growing need, that you’re focusing on the feeling of your nipples being crushed and your ass being stretched; as well on the helplessness of being bound and naked in front of him. In front of other people, too. And he knows being at his mercy (while also deeply certain of remaining in his care) tops your arousal.

Your gaze is a little dazed already as you look up at him, a blissed sigh leaving your lips when Ari’s touch marks your body.

He’s tracing lines along your sides, moving closer to caress your back and then up your arms. He draws patterns with his fingertips, then squeezes your ass with both hands.

Breath hitches in your lungs as Ari crouches down, his hot breath tickling your belly while his large hands grip your thighs.

For a long moment nothing happens, just Ari keeping his mouth an inch from your wet core as he slides his hands up and down your legs, each time moving them a little higher, a little further between your thighs.

When his tongue flicks against your clit, your whole body jerks with sensation. The chain clinks, your feet scrambling against the floor, and the heart-shaped weights on the nipple clamps tug harsher.

“Shh,” Ari coos, wrapping his arms around your thighs to help you steady.

He works wicked eights on your swelling nub, his tongue putting spells that drive you surely to the edge, but keep away from finishing your torment.

When he pulls back, you have half a mind to glare at him. The fact he doesn’t immediately retaliate with a swat to your clit only increases your worry. Turns you on even more, as well.

Ari reaches into his pocket once again. It takes your glazed eyes a few seconds to make out the glint of the implement within his palm. Similar to a minimalistic, curved brooch, with a single red, crystal heart.

“Oh God, Sir.” You nearly weep, tugging on the chain binding your hands. “Please no, Sir, please, please.”

Ari doesn’t show an ounce of irritation this time, he’s too smug about drawing reactions from your body. Though you are certain that the clit clamp he has prepared for you is for his own amusement, not your own pleasure.

“Color?” He simply asks, referring to the traffic color system that’s the classic and most basic form of stating your state when in a bdsm scene.

You whine again, because you can’t lie to him and because you’re not even distressed.

“Green,” you admit, pouting.

You try tilting your ass back, moving your sensitive parts away from the wicked Master with his stupid implements of evil. A smack on the back of your thigh has you yelping and scooting back forward. You earn another slap for glaring.

“FuckjesusohgodSirfuck-” you babble, eyes screwing shut as Ari pinches your puffy folds together and clamps them.

Your engorged clit is fully exposed in the tear-shaped hole, its sides squeezing it only a tad lighter than the torture devices do your nipples. The heart shaped crystal falls right atop your exposed clit and you know it will bump it with every move.

Sucking in a breath, you press your lips together and still your body. If you won’t move a single muscle then it will be alright.

Moderately alright, since you’re suffering already, but better than the-

Your mouth falls open on a cry and your whole body jolts when Ari pats your clit with an open hand.

Your core burns, walls fluttering rapidly. Your ass clenches too, which in turn leads to a dirty reminder that it's stretched around a plug. Movement causes the chain between nipple clamps to sway, tugging on your abused peaks.

The heat inside you grows, blood rushing through you and buzzing in your head.

Lips parted, as moan after moan trickles out, you fall deeper into sensations spreading through your body. Your mind gets a little cloudy, shutting out everything that isn’t connected to your body.

Ari’s touch becomes a beacon, drawing your attention to wherever he points. Light strokes of his hands, instead of soothing your body, escalate the madness. His mouth joins the torment, kisses and bites overloading your senses.

You keen loudly when he brushes the back of his hand against your trapped, swollen folds. You don’t even register the hum of delight from your audience when Ari taps the crystal over your clit and it bounces, making you cry out.

“Who would’ve thought that a shiny trinket is so whiny?” Ari mocks.

You, amusing him further, whine again, your head lolling forward.

Ari’s fingers push between your lips, coarse pads rubbing against your tongue. He drives two, then three, almost to the back of your throat. Then withdraws them, a string of saliva stretching between your mouth and his fingers.

He brings his wet fingers to your clit again, circling it oh so slowly, then flicking the crystal over and over again.

He gives you short reprieve, enough for the pulsing in your clit to marginally subside. Enough that when he finally takes the damn clamp off, you don’t come immediately from the sheer return of blood to your sensitive parts.

You’re nearly panting and doing your best to keep your legs spread, because if you closed your thighs an inch, it surely would be a stimulation enough you’d orgasm.

Which, actually, is tempting as hell…

You don’t get to try it, however. Ari is pushing between your thighs; pants undone and cock sheathed.

He grips one of your legs below the knee and pulls it up, wrapping it around his hip. Bending his legs slightly, Ari guides the head of his cock into your pussy. Standing still for a moment, he moves his now free hand to grip your ass and then plunges in one, swift stroke.

The stretch is maddening enough to have you push up on your tiptoes, but Ari drives in to the hilt, sinking himself so deeply that your oversensitive clit crushes into his pelvis.

You come with a scream, body convulsing in pleasure so high it’s almost painful.

Ari holds you through it, a vein in his neck pulsing as he forces himself to stay still and not fuck into the clenching heat of your cunt.

When you slump forward, head resting in the crook of Ari’s neck, he teases loud enough for your hazy brain to register and for your audience to hear:

“So much trouble with shiny trinkets. You poke it and it immediately breaks apart.”

Your incoherent mewl against his neck makes Ari huff a laugh.

He kisses your shoulder softly then starts moving. He keeps the few first thrusts slow, finding the best angle for his own pleasure. Then steadily increases the pace and the force.

You start responding, as each push jolts your body and the embers of arousal ignite into flames again. The clamps on your nipples are still attached, pulling on your peaks with each roll of Ari’s hips. His hand on your ass angles, long digits resting atop the crystal of the anal plug and tapping it repeatedly.

“Oh! Ohh!” Your head tilts back, cheek squishing into your outstretched arm.

Ari tugs on the butt plug, cock driving into you harder. Among the fizz in your head, you can hear faint jingling - of the chains on the rafter, of the chain swaying between your tits, of the buckle in Ari’s belt.

There’s also the pitiful babble coming from your own mouth: begging and prayers, all at once.

Ari’s grunts elicit a special type of pleasure, a certain fulfillment at knowing your Dom is satisfied. That you give him this pleasure. For a submissive like you it’s a gratification greater than your own orgasm.

Though you sure love the shattering climax that Ari rips from you when he rams into your pussy at a particular angle.

The squeeze of your walls topples him over soon after you. The feelings of his cock twitching inside you makes you sigh in contentment. It always does, whether he finishes in one of your holes, or in your hand.

You don’t fully register the tenderly spoken “I’ve got you, mon amour,” when Ari slides out of you a few heartbeats later.

It’s the rush of blood returning to your nipples after he takes off the clamps, that shakes you out of daze. The zap of pain surges to your core in a twisted ripple.

Ari rubs your nipples gently, easing the ache. Kisses each tip.

He eases out the plug from your hole, then gathers all the toys into a small zip-lock bag to take it cleaning later. One strong arm around your middle, Ari uses his other hand to unchain you. There’s no stumbling as you sink boneless into his arms, Ari's an expert in catching and holding you.

With your head resting against Ari’s chest when he sits down on a small sofa, after wrapping you in a soft blanket, you focus on the pounding of his heart beneath your ear and don’t hear the passing comment of one of the Masters about it being a fun idea to have someone be made into a trinket once a week.

Ari doesn’t mind this type of recurring decoration at the club.

As for the kind of shiny trinkets you liked, Ari decides on buying you a few sun catchers to hang in the windows, so you could chase the shards of rainbow scattered on the floor and walls.

#ari levinson x reader #dom!ari levinson #dom!ari levinson x reader #ruby garden #heart of ruby

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jesevans · 7 hours

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Late to the sleepover but… going to be a menace in your asks anyway!!!!

You're a menace in the best way, Aspen! 💖 All the asks you sent me, I love them and I luv you 😍💗

And this here? Cherie, that's Dom!Ari holding all the reins.

Heart of Ruby Masterlist

warnings: explicit s**ual content; D/s dynamic; power imbalance; bondage; anal play; consensual;

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You're not sure which part has you trembling the most - the fact that you're bound, that Ari's strong hands are gliding along your naked body, or that you're on display for the public?

Becoming Ari's submissive was a dream come true, but just like he warned you that night you blurted out your deepest desire of belonging to him, he is intense.

He is also the owner of the Ruby Garden and as the senior Master of the house he conducts lessons for newbies. Lessons on BDSM, that include a live show on a doomed sub.

Since you are his (and since you hissed your opinion on Ari touching any other submissive), Ari displays his workshop on you.

A lesson on spanking ended with you squirting all over Ari's hand, much to his delight and your utter humiliation.

Now you're bent over the footboard of a huge bed - purposely placed in the middle of the club for this occasion. Arms stretched forward, hands bound to the headboard; legs forced apart with a spreader bar.

Ari is teaching the dark art of anal training.

It was bad enough when he started with touching your naked body, speaking in that low, lazy drawl about making sure the submissive is comfortable enough, but not too comfortable.

He talked about warming up and building the mind foreplay, all the while caressing and squeezing your thighs and butt; occasionally adding a crude line about stretching out the moment just like a Dom will in the end stretch their naughty sub's tightest hole.

When he circled his lubed finger around the rim and then slowly pushed it in, the sound that left your throat was a mixture of undignified moan and pitiful whine.

Ari's free hand landed on your ass in a sharp spank when you wiggled.

"You're mine to do with. And you will take it, Cherie," he growled, forcing his finger further.

He spoke in lengths about preparation, especially if a submissive was inexperienced in the area. Switching between casual technicalities and doing obscene things to your untouched private area, made your head swim.

Then came the anal plugs. Plural.

A small silicone one that was slightly wider than Ari's finger. Then a bigger, steel one that made you squeak as Ari pushed and pulled the widest part through your hole.

As he switched to the biggest one from his choice for the night, your slick was already dripping down your thighs and your whole body was shaking.

Ari's constant touch, the flow of his voice which was as sweetly thick as molten dark chocolate, the control he had over you and the crowd and most of all over himself - it all drove you into a mindless state of desperate need.

Not once did he touch your pussy; though he spoke of it with a triumphant satisfaction, pointing out to the class how the rightly done ordeal will turn their submissive into a puddle.

And he was right. You were ready for him the second he bent you over, now you're on the verge of cumming on command.

You let out a strangled groan as Ari teases the biggest, glass plug out of you. Through the buzzing of your own blood in your head, you hear him mention that this is the showstopping dessert you've been building up to.

Then Ari's hand slides up your back. His fingers curl at the back of your neck, his grip steadily tightening until you're immobilized.

A cold splash of more lube lands between your buttcheeks and then he's pushing the wide head of his cock into your stretched opening.

You know it, you were aware of it the whole time, but suddenly it dawns on you with a spike of terror - Ari's cock is so much bigger than any of those plugs!

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, which slowly regains volume as a lewd moan spills out.

Bound, unable to move an inch from beneath Ari's overpowering weight, your mind screeches at you that your Dom is taking your ass for the first time, in front of all those people.

And you come, suddenly.

Ari's not even halfway in when the dam bursts and you're crying out your release. You're legs are trembling, as is the rest of your body; and Ari keeps going.

"That's a good girl," he groans, finally sinking in to the hilt. "Good, filthy girl, mon Cherie."

He gruffly announces the lesson is over, but very few move away from their spots. Most of the people stay, mesmerized with the show.

Author's note: Ruby Garden is a a fictional bdsm club and as such it's loyal to the safe, sane, consensual aspect of the bdsm. Which means that Dom!Ari knows his submissive's limits and the scene was negotiated before it happened, so Cherie knew there will be anal play in focus. She just didn't know how intense or how far, but she consented, and Ari was watching her for signs of true distress all the time.

Ruby Garden series that's still a project, with just few bits here and there

#ruby garden #heart of ruby #ari levinson x reader #dom!ari levinson #dom!ari levinson x submissive reader

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jesevans · 8 hours

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what other games Ruby Garden Doms play with the subs?

As in other than tangerine theft? 😆 Well, since it's a BDSM club all the games that take place there are of the se*ually torment kind.

Like a competition of which sub lasts the longest on a sybian... 😎 The tricky part is that while the submissives want to do their best and withhold, the Doms actually want them to lose. And each of them has his own unique method to ensure that.

Andy actually doesn't have to do anything, because poor Birdie is so responsive and sensitive she comes first. Andy caresses her cheek, in a sweetly condescending tone saying he knows she tried her best, but she's just too innocent to play the big games 🥺 But that's okay, because he'll gladly spend the rest of the evening helping Birdie learn to withhold her orgasm...

Darling is quite good, for which Steve praises her. He crouches next to her and tells her she looks so beautiful. All panting and shiny with sweat. Then he says "You know when you look even more beautiful? When you're cumming for me." Then he grips the back of her neck harshly, forces her to look him in the eye and commands in that low, merciless tone: "Cum, now." And she does 😌

Lloyd tells Pumpkin to lean forward a bit and she thinks it's to torment her clit even more against the bumpy patch. Well, it is, but it's also so he can push a finger into her ass. When she tenses, too overwhelmed with the sensations and on the verge of climax, Lloyd chuckles: "Are you about to cum already? Just because you have a finger up your ass? Fucking pathetic. Well, Pumpkin, you better brace yourself. I don't care how many times you cum, or how dumb you get, but you're not getting off the sybian until I have three of my fingers stretching your hole." 😈

To be fair, Fawn is doing pretty well and could potentially win. She's responding to the sensations, sure, but she's a stubborn and resilient little thing. The problem is, there are no rules about what Doms can or can't do to the submissives to make them last longer, or to actually make them come quicker. So when Curtis ties her hands behind her back and Bucky stands in front of her with his cock out... that's Fawn's undoing. To have the vibrations and a cock being forced down her throat (it's mostly the dick and how they face fuck her 🥴).

Poor Cherie unfortunately has a Dom with an evil mind (who just knows her too well and knows what gets her imagination and body going). Ari doesn't even need to force her, or command her, or use other implements. He simply lies beside her, resting his head on his hand and with his other hand just casually, gently caressing random spots on her body. While he talks... And Ari has a mouth on him. A sensual, filthy mouth that talks about some of the hottest things he did to her and how they turned him on, as well the things he's going to do to her if she loses. Nasty, awful, hot things 🥵 His soft laugh is pure evil when Cherie comes apart.

Now Bonbon is the last to stand on the battlefield. She could enjoy her victory and just cum, but she's waiting for permission. Not exactly because she's so obedient, but because she knew all along she's gonna win it. Which she told Nick. He observed her the whole time, never intervening. He doesn't mind that she won the game, but he's about to make her lose - to him. Nick crouches down in front of Bonbon, tilts his head slightly to the side as he locks eyes with her. "You knew you would win, because the sybian is impersonal, isn't it? Sure, it makes you wet and sweaty, but it doesn't give you what you need to cum, sweetling." He caresses her cheek with the back of his hand then cups her chin. He trails his other hand down her side and onto her back, splaying his fingers possessively over her flesh. "You need contact. Connection." His voice lowers as he leans forward. "You need your Dom's closeness to cum." Nick kisses her so softly it makes her whimper and when he pulls back, inches away only, she falls apart for him

#ruby garden #dom!andy barber #andy barber x reader #dom!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #dom!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #dom!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #dom!bucky barnes x reader x don!curtis everett #dom!bucky barnes #dom!curtis everett #dom!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader

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jesevans · 8 hours

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Hi Eva! I’m just checking in on our friends at Ruby Garden. I was kinda wondering how it went with the punishments for those sweet subs that stole the tangerines. I’m interested on how each Dom got them off through their punishment, or shall I say funishment?

Ah, my lovely naughty Bella 😈 Tangerine theft lead to quite wicked fun.

(under the cut for explicit details)

warnings: BDSM setting; safe, sane and consensual; Dom/sub dynamics; bondage; predicament; teasing; impact play; sensory play; edging; shibari; exhibitionism; dirty talk; e-x-plct s**ual content

Lloyd put Pumpkin and her friend (let's call her Bunny for the sake of this answer) into a real predicament when it comes to choice. As he proposed, he wanted Pumpkin to suck him and she'd be rewarded extra tangerine if she managed not to cum while Bunny licked her. However, Lloyd loves being sadistic also in mindgames, so there was a catch. A few catches actually. If Pumpkin manages to withhold her orgasm, she will be rewarded yes, but Bunny will be punished with no orgasm that night at all. But if Bunny manages to make Pumpkin come, she will be rewarded and Pumpkin will be punished 😈 Unfortunately, Pumpkin did fail - not only due to her friend's skilled mouth, but also because choking on Lloyd's dick turned out to be very hot, especially with his sweetly degrading words. Then he tied the girls together, facing each other in a standing spread-eagle style, securing them to the rafters in the dungeon. He attached one single magic wand between them, so they had to grind into each other if they wanted to press their clits into it to find release. Then Lloyd enjoyed their pathetic sounds and struggle to come as he flogged their backs.

Ari took his time weaving a rope around Cherie, creating a pattern that left her breasts on display and secured her arms behind her. He used body paint to draw tangerine around each of her nipples and put a clit clamp with an orange bead on her nub. Then he scrawled with marker on her belly "Free tangerines to pick", with arrows pointing up and down. He kept her standing near to the bar where lots of patrons walk by, so anyone who wished (and all of them did) could pinch her nipples, or flick the clamp on her clit. And it went on for a long time. Each touch sent a little zap of arousal and it started accumulating, making Cherie breathe heavily and sway as her body got more and more turned on. When her knees wobbled a little, Ari simply drew her between his legs as he sat on the barstool to provide some support, but didn't end the torment. No, he added more with his raspy voice in her ear praising her for being so sweet for sharing her tangerines with others. Right when she was on the cusp of almost passing out from the sensation and strain, Ari bent her over the barstool and fucked her in slow, languid strokes that prolonged the state of being right on the edge. As he warned earlier, Cherie was barely conscious when he was done with her.

Curtis and Bucky had a little warm up with Fawn thanks to the chase through the club, but once they got her there was no option of letting her flee again. The only moment she went from the tight embrace of strong arms was to be deposited on a narrow, padded sawhorse, where they strapped her in place. Bucky secured a soft collar around Fawn's neck that confused her a bit at first, since they never talked about ownership before, but she quickly realized it wasn't for that purpose when Bucky twisted the collar so the leash ring that was at the front found itself on the back of her neck. It was so that a rope could be pulled through the ring. A rope which Curtis looped through a small anal hook. They made sure the rope is strained enough, so that when Bucky fucked Fawn's mouth and her head moved forward to swallow more of him, the rope pulled tight on the hook in her ass. Curtis played with Fawn's pussy, teasing it and stretching with his fingers, before he thrust his cock inside. They made Fawn cum a few times, but the last one that rocked her was an aftershock reaction to Bucky's filthy words that if it wasn't for the club's rules of protection at all times, they'd be filling her with their cum until it leaked out of each of her holes.

Steve already had plans for Darling and he didn't need to alter them that much to have fun. He only decided on adding more bite to it, than he previously planned. He made Darling lie on a wide bench covered in a soft linen and chained her limbs to the bolts at the side. The evening was supposed to be rather soft and romantic - since Darling expressed her interest in Steve's painting, he planned on incorporating her as his living canvas. It was supposed to be a sensual play of running different brushes, different bristles dipped in body paint all over Darling's body. Some softer, caressing her; other rougher, grazing her sensitive skin and scraping her nerves. He teased her by focusing on less sensitive parts of her body, before allowing featherlike strokes to touch her nipples, or dip in the juncture of her thighs. But since a game of tangerine theft happened, Steve knew he needed to add more punishing elements (especially when he saw Darling's eyes spark in excitement when other submissives were chased or screamed their reaction to their punishments). So Steve borrowed Master Nick's wax play set and added sizzling drops of color all over Darling's body.

Nick had Bonbon trapped in that cocoon and that's where he administered the punishment. With her hands shackled above her head and her ankles shackled to the edge of the swinging cocoon, he had Bonbon helplessly spread. At first he teased her mercilessly, gently touching all over with his fingers and mouth as he searched for the source of the citrus scent. He got on his knees, too, so he could better investigate all around her sopping pussy. Of course he found the tangerine peels stuffed under the pillows and mocked her how now he has to punish her, as if what he was doing so far wasn't a teasing punishment already. Nick stretched her with two of his fingers, working her up to the point she started rocking up into his hand desperately. That's when the even meaner side appeared - Nick rocked the cocoon gently and told Bonbon that if she wishes to cum, she has to swing herself onto his fingers. Back and forth. Which was almost impossible to do. Yes, the cocoon swung, but with how she was bound she was unable to really swing it how she needed it. Which meant she had to beg Nick. Beg for help and for his care and to make her cum.

Andy told Birdie he's gonna put her on a stand and see how her line of defense holds up, and that's exactly what he did. He put her on one of the three stages that are in the club. Birdie's been exposed in the club, as everyone else, but never on a stage that always drew a lot of attention. Presentations and lessons were displayed there, rarely a regular scene between a Dom and a sub. Andy purposely made Birdy face forward, so that she'd be aware of people looking their way. But he mercifully didn't strip her, only rolled up the back of her sheer dress and tied it so it wouldn't fall back down. With one hand wrapped around the front of her neck, he held her in place as he slowly worked his lubed fingers into her ass. All the while asking her questions about tangerines, as if he was really questioning a witness on a stand in court room. With his hot breath on her skin and his fingers stretching her unused hole, Birdie had a really hard time focusing on her answers and found herself moaning "Yes, Sir, I'm so wet for you" when between rapid questions about tangerines Andy unexpectedly asked aloud if she's turned on from his fingers in her ass. And he wouldn't let her cum, until she screamed for the whole club to hear that she's guilty of tangerine theft.

#ruby garden #dom!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #dom!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #dom!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #dom!andy barber #andy barber x reader #dom!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #dom!bucky barnes x reader x don!curtis everett #bucky barnes x reader x curtis everett

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This is just a collection of very short scenes from Ruby Garden, focused on adventures in tangerine theft 😆

for @dumbgothbunny who asked for some crumbs of Ruby Garden 💗

Ruby Garden Masterlist

Each separated bit is about different Reader (meaning each Dom has a different Reader).

Dom!Lloyd Hansen x sub!reader

Dom!Ari Levinson x sub!reader

Dom!Andy Barber x sub!reader

Dom!Nick Fowler x sub!reader

Dom!Steve Rogers x sub!reader

Dom!Bucky Barnes x sub!reader x Dom!Curtis Everett

warnings: none really; it's pure playfulness and teasing; only brief mentions of punishments and filthy shmexy times; BDSM setting; Dom/sub dynamics; safe, sane and consensual; power imbalance

Intro

Out of all the snacks available for members of the Ruby Garden, it's the tangerines that somehow gained a status of most desired gold.

It happened as anecdotes and inner jokes happen - because of a one time incident.

A mistake in the order led to double quantity of bananas and complete lack of tangerines. Since Ari Levinson wasn't about to let anything go to waste, the buffet served bananas for a month in various forms (thankfully along with other available fruit, small salads and canapes). And not a single tangerine.

So when finally tangerines were ordered again when the bananas were all eaten, the submissives jumped on them like starved.

Which led to the decision of making little citrus fruit a rarity, so that their appearance brought joy and laughter.

It also started a game of tangerine theft.

Lloyd

You winked at your co-conspirator as the both of you followed Master Lloyd.

Well, you followed the crate of tangerines that were carried to the bar. It just so happened that Master Lloyd was the one who brought in the first crate and now the other.

You leaned against the bar, your friend along with you, bouncing in excitement. And a bit in impatience, as you waited for him to acknowledge your presence.

That he was aware of you standing there, you were sure.

Somehow Master Lloyd was always aware of his surroundings, like a predator in vigil.

You didn't know his line of work, but perhaps he was simply attuned to submissives so much he's aware when they sneak around. Especially when they try to avoid him and his whip.

You kicked your friend when she opened her mouth, undoubtedly to call for him.

No, no. If you're not another Master, you didn't call for Lloyd. You waited for his permission to speak.

Or accepted if he ignored you, since it meant he wasn't interested at all.

But thankfully, after a few more heartbeats, he turned around and arched a single eyebrow as he eyed you.

"What can I get you, bunnies?" He tilted his head, throwing a dishcloth over his arm as if he was a bartender.

You grinned and your friend giggled.

"We'd like tangerines," you stated boldly.

The game was mostly about theft, but no rules applied, meaning that asking for it counted as well. Besides, your goal was to distract Master Lloyd enough that the actual theft could happen...

"Tangerines?" Lloyd whistled. "Wow. You play big game, bunny."

"How big?" You licked your lips and gulped.

A part of you itched to feel that lick of whip, but a bigger part of you wanted to run fast - like the bunny he called you - and hide in a hole.

"You need to earn a tangerine." Lloyd crossed his arms. "With a trick."

"A trick?" You narrowed your eyes, trying to think of something you could do. You weren't a magician, nor a gymnast who could do flips.

Then it suddenly downed on you, your grin broadening.

Maybe you didn't knew some cool tricks, but you had a few from the past college party girl life.

"Can I earn two tangerines, if the trick is really neat?" You asked, linking your arm with your friend's.

"Sure, bunny," Lloyd chuckled.

Head held high, you went over to the counter loaded with smoothies in tall glasses. You picked one and brought it over to where you were standing earlier.

Taking the straw out of the glass, you tossed it aside. Then you crossed your wrists behind your back and leaned forward.

You opened your mouth wide and hovered above the glass for a few deep breaths. Then your mouth was on the glass, cheeks hollowing in a strong suck to keep the glass from falling out as you lifted up your head.

Slowly, not to choke on a rather thick smoothie, you tilted your head back and downed it all.

When you put the glass back down - still without using your hands; you felt slightly dizzy for a second. Then the sense of hilarious euphoria kicked in as you realized you managed to do that.

Judging by Master Lloyd's face, euphoria was the right feeling for the rest of your evening too.

"Bunny," he said, smirk curving his lips, "your mouth can earn a whole crate of tangerines, if you put your mind to it."

He held out two tangerines, which you accepted with a giggle.

"Tell you what," Lloyd leaned forward, "you can earn yourself two more, if you repeat that trick on my cock. And another two for your friend, if you manage not to cum while she licks you when you choke on my dick."

Ari

The girls were doing great job occupying Master Lloyd, giving you the perfect opportunity for your self-proclaimed ninja stealthy skills.

Having tiptoed to the other side of the bar countertop, you slid yourself across it; hand diving straight into the crate of tangerines, which was left there earlier.

Quickly, you grabbed two in one hand and two in the other. Hugging them to your chest, you wiggled back down.

However, your smile of triumph froze and then fell from your lips as soon as you turned around.

Your Master was standing right behind you, with arms crossed and a displeased look on his face.

Damn it!

You weren't even aware he was anywhere near to spot you. You made sure there was no one other around this side of the club, but somehow Ari detected you.

And sneaked up on you instead. How, you had no idea either. At least you were barefoot, which allowed extra silence to your step. Ari was wearing shoes and still moved so quietly you didn't hear him.

For a split of a second, your gaze drifted above his shoulder, before returning to his beautiful, but stern face.

Slowly, you lowered your arms as if ready to give him the tangerines in defeat.

Before that happened, however, you suddenly tossed the fruit over Ari's shoulder. Surprising him completely.

"Run girls, run!" You yelled.

Two other submissives, who were standing further away, caught the flying tangerines and ran off in opposite directions.

That was the whole main game plan for tonight. All of the submissives working together, so that at least some of them managed to steal and eat tangerines.

Ari's head whipped around the second you yelled. He watched two subs run like mad, squealing in delight (and partly in excitement upon the chase being now on their tail).

When he turned back to you, there was a look of utter disbelief on his face and you barely stopped yourself from snorting in amusement.

And then he burst out laughing. A roaring sound, with head thrown back and arms falling to his sides.

There were crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he looked down at you. Your own lips were curved in a happy smile, feeling blissful joy from making your Master laugh.

"Sacrificing yourself for the greater good, huh?" Ari chuckled, stepping closer.

"Sacrificing?" You asked nervously, taking a tentative step back.

Ari's hand shot up instantly, gripping the back of your neck and yanking you forward.

"Oh, definitely, Cherie." His voice dropped lower.

All of your blood seemed to flood lower, too; pulsing in your clit.

"Theft is punishable. Severely. We'll start by taking your thieving hands out of equation as you serve your atonement."

Though his words evoked a wave of heat, they also made you gulp. Ari's versions of punishments were unpredictable, always wicked. Inquisitors could learn from him.

"Will I get a tangerine afterwards?" You asked, trying for a cute face when he gripped your chin.

"If you're conscious." Ari declared in a deadly dark tone.

Andy

Having caught two flying tangerines, you made a quick swerve and then purposely slowed down.

Keeping a soft smile on your lips, you walked as if nothing happened. As if you weren't holding a tangerine in each hand, which you tried to hide with the layers of frilly, sheer dress you were wearing.

You passed another sub on your way, right by the bathrooms as you previously agreed. Brushing her hand against yours, seemingly casually, she took one of the tangerines.

You continued on, taking steady steps toward the actually empty submissive's nook - a cozy lounging space for submissives to sit between scenes or wait for their Masters.

Hiding in plain sight.

No one would even think you're bold enough to eat your tangerine of victory out in the open.

Peeling it quickly, you popped first piece into your mouth and smiled. Then another piece. And another. Though you often bought tangerines on your grocery trips, they never tasted like those in the ruby Garden.

Humming in giddy happiness, you scooped the orange peels and wrapped them in a wipe. Boxes of wipes were available all around, quite a necessary item in this kind of club.

You took another layer and wrapped it for good measure, then tossed it into a small bin in the corner.

"Hiding the evidence?" Andy's voice startled you.

You jumped with a squeak, accidentally kicking the bin as you straightened.

"Sir?" You twisted your hands behind you.

Quickly rubbing your palms on the fabric of your dress, you hoped to wipe off any remnants of citrus scent and flavor.

"Everything points to you stealing and eating a tangerine, Birdie." Andy neared, placing both hands on your shoulders and gently massaging them.

"I-" a part of you wanted to confess immediately.

But a part of you - the one that learned under Master Andy's care that playfulness was rewarded too - stopped you from blurting your citrus sins.

"I don't know what you mean, Sir," you replied instead, biting your lip.

"I see." Andy's blue eyes darkened, but his jaw remained relaxed, meaning he wasn't really cross with you.

His hands swiped down your arms, fingers encircling your wrists in a firm grip.

"You've never seen me put a suspect on a stand. Now you'll see it first hand." He linked your wrist cuffs together in front of you. "Let's see how your line of defense holds up after a few rapid rounds."

Nick

Swiping a tangerine from the other sub's hand, you trotted to the corner of the club that still was marked as unopened after a small renovation.

There was this black lacquered cocoon, not unlike the garden ones, which you wanted to hide and sway in for a while now.

It was supposed to be officially free to use as of the next day, so you didn't think that you hiding there would do any damage. And a hiding place you definitely needed, to follow with your tangerine crime.

You climbed into the cocoon, huffing at the height it was hung on. You snuggled into dark, soft cushions and stuck out one of your foot to push against the wall and get the cocoon rocking slightly.

Then you peeled the tangerine and ate it, with a cheshire grin on your face.

Frowning, when your hideout stopped swaying, you tried to get it into motion again. But it wouldn't budge.

You added more force, but nothing happened.

It downed on you why.

Gulping nervously, you quickly swiped tangerine peels under the cushions and sunk further into them, hoping to disappear.

"Funny," the drawl of Master Nick's voice sent a shiver down your spine, "I can smell citrus, but it's impossible for any to be here, right? Not in the still locked area. Far away from the buffet where the tangerines are supposed to be."

He appeared in your line of vision slowly, hand gliding along the lacquered wicker of the cocoon.

It was his strong hold that stopped the movement of the swing.

"Um, no, Sir," you looked up at him, sweet smile on your face. "Definitely no tangerines here."

"Mhm." He tilted his head to the side, gaze sliding over your body. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip in a slow, tempting motion. "Yet I still can smell it."

"Maybe it's my perfume," you shrugged, surprising yourself with the bold bullshit.

"Could be." Nick nodded, as if taking your argument seriously. "Or a sneaky submissive could've broken the sacred tangerine law and is in need of punishment."

Suddenly he was in your space, half of his body in the cocoon as he caged you in.

"You won't mind, if I sate my curiosity, right Bonbon?"

He took one of your wrists into his hand, lifting your arm and trailing the tip of his nose so slowly against it. From your shoulder to your wrist.

He gently pressed your arm back against the wicker backrest, above the cushions.

Then suddenly your wrist was trapped.

"What the h-" you barely stopped yourself from cursing. You turned your head, neck craning uncomfortably. Only to see your hand cuffed to the backrest.

You haven't noticed the shackles before! Damn it!

Nick was quick to cuff your other wrist as well. When his big hand gripped your ankle, you squeaked.

He forced your leg up, bending it at the knee and pulling it slightly to the side. Your ankle was secured in a cuff at the bottom rim of the cocoon. So was the other.

Leaving you spread like a little frog ready for dissection.

"I'll just probe around, Bonbon," Nick's smile was cruel as he ran his fingertips down your inner thighs.

You realized then, why the cocoon was at this particular height.

Since your exposed pussy was almost perfectly aligned with Master's hips.

Bucky and Curtis

One of the two tangerines flying from above Master Ari's shoulder almost smacked you right in the face, but you managed to catch it.

With a squeal, you hugged them to your chest and sprinted right.

You hurried to the little nook you have scouted for yourself earlier. Behind a huge potted Areca palm that stood between two couches in the Dom's lounging corner.

Kneeling behind it, you peeled both tangerines. You stuck the peels inside the plant's pot - a win win, really: you got the sweet citruses and hid the evidence, and the palm got free compost.

You were about to munch on your tangerine, when heavy steps neared your tiny corner.

Two sets of heavy steps. Crap.

Trying not to move too rapidly, you peeked from behind green fans of palm leaves. Hoping that they simply walked over to sit and lounge, and that they would go away soon.

Unfortunately for you, Masters Curtis and James (who liked to be called Bucky outside of scene) were standing right in front of the palm, their eyes settled on you.

"Gonna come out of your den, little fawn, or do you need me to yank you out?" Curtis' firm, gruff voice was marginally colored with amusement.

When you didn't move right away, Bucky crouched down. It allowed him to be more at your eye level, but you knew it wasn't to make you feel equal. But so you could really see the icy blue of his ice shine with promise of repercussions.

"See, little fawn," Bucky said, "the worst mistake a prey does is making a sound. And your cute squeak was like a beacon that called to us."

He grinned and you felt your heart rise to your throat. Then it dropped down straight to your clit, making it pulse so rapidly you thought you may come just from their overwhelming, dangerous aura.

Your gaze skittered around, fingers clenching around the two small fruit. There really was no place to run. And you didn't even get to eat your tangerine yet.

Maybe you could stuff one right into your mouth, before you walked out to them?

Just when you were considering defeat, you noticed that the backrest of one of the couches was sloped. There was a nook right at the bottom, a corridor between the wall and the couch.

If you were fast, you could make it.

Especially since there was a set of two coffee tables the Doms had to move around before they could reach the other end of the couch you'd be crawling behind.

You made it look as if you were rounding the big pot, hoping to fool them.

And then you sprinted on your hands and knees, squeezing yourself between the back of the couch and the wall.

Somehow you managed to get free, without getting caught right away. So you fled.

This time not knowing where, only that you had to run away from the big bad monsters. You also really, really hoped they would catch you. Oh God, how you hoped this thrill of chase would explode into another surge of adrenaline and endorphins upon being caught.

As you ran, you passed another submissive. You forced one of the tangerines (slightly squeezed) into her hands and darted forward.

You were sure you're hearing heavy footsteps behind you. You were about to glance over your shoulder to check how close they were on you, when suddenly you slammed into a warm wall of muscles.

Bucky caught you, chuckling at your loud squeak.

Then Curtis was pressing behind you, his shadow cutting out any light and making you breathe harder.

"What to do with a naughty fawn?" Curtis hummed, curling his fingers around the front of your neck and pulling your head backwards, until it rested on his chest.

"I say a spry, sweet venison is best to be roasted," Bucky's arms were still around you, caging your own arms at your sides.

His breath tickled your cheek before he nipped your earlobe.

"Spitroasted."

Steve

You were obediently staying in place as your Master prepared the bench for what he had planned for you tonight. Already naked, you kept your gaze mostly to the ground, still battling your insecurity to look upwards and bravely face whoever may be glancing your way.

Which is why you didn't see the bolt of heavily breathing submissive darting your way.

Only when you heard the commotion did you look up. Just as she ran past you.

As she did, she dropped something small and sticky into your hands.

Eyes wide in surprise, you watched her run away and Master Curtis prowling right after, determined smile curving his lips.

There was no Master James in sight, which meant he was probably already cutting off the submissive's escape rout.

Your eyes shifted back to what was in your hands and they widened further.

A peeled tangerine.

Sacred, forbidden, so so tempting.

You glanced at Steve, who still had his back to you as he readjusted the straps. For s second you got distracted by the way the muscles in his back flexed as he worked.

But a trickle of citrus juice tickling your finger reminded you of the gold in your hands.

You ripped away one tiny piece and quickly stuffed it in your mouth. In the very last moment you stopped yourself from moaning around it.

Then you popped another piece into your mouth, smiling as the slightly sour flavor mixed with sweetness.

You munched on two pieces at once, squeezing your eyes shut when the juice grazed your throat, nearly causing you to cough.

"Don't choke, Darling." Steve's amused voice almost made you do that.

You turned to him swiftly, one hand flying to cover your still chewing mouth, the other squeezing tangerine tighter.

Blue eyes shimmering with laughter, Steve took your hand and pried it off your face. Crinkles around his eyes seemed to deepen when he saw your puffed cheeks and puckered, juicy mouth.

"I always knew you're magical, but to summon a tangerine without moving from your spot is an astonishing trick," he teased.

He brought your hand to his lips, then licked the juice off your fingertips.

When he let go of your hand, but kept his outstretched, palm up, you knew what he demanded. You placed the tangerine in Steve's hand, with a little regretful sigh.

"Quite a few pieces left still, Darling." Steve glanced at the remaining tiny, orange moons.

"Since I know you're my good girl, I'm sure you'll deserve them when we're done." He ran a single finger along your cheek, then used it to tilt your chin up.

"I'll feed you them myself. Each piece for every orgasm you give me."

Your pupils dilated and your thighs clenched.

There was still at least half of a tangerine remaining. More than three or four pieces. Five perhaps.

"And then-" Steve leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours- "I'll tell you how to steal tangerines, so no one catches you."

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader x curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #ari levison x reader #nick fowler x reader #andy barber x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #doms! x submissives #ruby garden

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jesevans · 8 hours

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Hey bby! Happy birthday for the other day ☀️ I hope you had a wonderful day ☺️

For sentence prompt….:I was watching a movie

‘Eyes on me’

👀 for Ruby Garden

Thanks for the wishes and playing 🥰

Ruby Slippers

Dom!Andy Barber x female reader

warnings: nothing explicit really; a bit of fluff and teasing; implied spanking; background BDSM setting; Dom/sub dynamic; couple in the process of establishing;

Andy finally found a comfortable position on the rather small, light blue (you insisted it's spun sugar blue) sofa in your living room. Eyes focused on the impressive big screen (for your Star Wars marathons, you said), he watched an old spy classic movie.

Well, he was watching it, until the volume suddenly turned off.

"I was watching a movie," Andy's voice held no real complaint, but there was some boyish petulance to it.

"Eyes on me!"

Your command wasn't a snap of that thirst-coiling Dom tone that Andy pulled off so easily. It was more of a teasing joke and paired with a soft smile on your lips.

Andy's head instantly whipped in your direction, a single eyebrow arching in a challenge. Daring you to try that tone with him again.

Before he could remind you of potential consequences of playing with that kind of fire; or worse, say in that calm, deep tone "Care to repeat that?"; you lifted up three hangers.

With dresses.

"Help me choose, please?" You stepped forward, presenting the colorful array.

"For your friend's wedding?" Andy's gaze shifted to the delicate fabrics.

At your nod, his focus sharpened. What elated you about Andy's behavior, in and out of scene, was his interest in you. Not just your body, or your mind, but the hobbies and problems and preferences.

You knew that bringing out the three dresses and asking him to help you decide which one to pick, wouldn't be brushed off with some bland "You look beautiful in everything" remark.

No, Andy was treating the tiny problem with respect and would give you an honest opinion. One that wouldn't make you feel dismissed or patronized.

"Well," he titled his head to the side, "you'd be getting a lot of attention and making a statement in that red number. But I don't think it's the effect you want to have at this particular celebration."

Not only you weren't a bold, femme fatale type to draw attention away from the bride at her own wedding. You also weren't one who liked having too many eyes at once on you.

Which is why Andy made sure your play in the Ruby Garden was in spots that gave as much privacy as one could have in a BDSM club. There was always someone watching, but there were ways to limit the discomfort if your submissive's not quite an exhibitionist.

"The blue one is gorgeous," Andy continued, "but there are always so many blue dresses at weddings."

"Jewel green, however," he pointed at the last dress, "is more unique. And would look stunning on you. Less flashy, but would make you feel comfortable and beautiful at the same time."

You beamed up at Andy and thanked him. Then you switched the volume on the tv up and ran back to your bedroom. Just to hastily hang the dresses in the closet, before tiptoeing back to the living room.

And's arm instantly wrapped around you when you curled at his side.

If you weren't so distracted with the butterflies in your stomach and cozy warmth of being snuggled to Andy's side, maybe you'd sense that his other arm encircling you from the front wasn't just a sweet gesture.

Suddenly, you found yourself laid across Andy's lap.

With a squeak, you tried to push yourself up, but a strong hand placed between your shoulder blades pinned you back down.

Andy's other hand pulled your shorts, exposing your ass and wedging the fabric tight against your folds.

"Five for interrupting my movie and five for trying to command your Dom," he declared and a shiver pebbled your nipples into hard points.

#andy barber x reader #dom!andy barber #dom!andy barber x submissive reader #ruby garden #ruby slippers

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Quick musing round! How do they like receiving/giving oral with alpha!Ari, mafia!Steve and Dom!Andy?

oh boy 😳 you guys are going for all things horny with your asks 😂 no one's asking about fave drinks, or fruit, or flowers 🤣

fiiiiine, have it your dirty way

Alpha!Ari is a whole primal beefcake, so for him the messier the better; receiving: wants you to try taking him whole and encourages you with praise combined with utter filth, it doesn't have to be a fast rough pace for Ari, but each push he makes sure his sack touches your chin, he makes you choke on his cock and watches tears stream down your face, joining dribbles of drool on your chin, and he definitely makes you swallow every drop; giving: he's wild about it, holding you firmly in place as he ravishes you with open mouthed kisses, tongue dipping in then lapping at your clit mercilessly, he can lash his tongue on your sensitive nub for so long you cry from overstimulation, and if you want him to use fingers you have to beg for it, there's also a bite or ten (on your puffy folds and right over your swollen clit), he goes at it until you go hoarse and then sucks a hickey on your mound or right at the top of your thigh

Mafia!Steve is a charming gentleman, but he's ruthless in his ruling over his crime empire and over you; receiving: just the sight of you on your knees before him gets him going, so he lets you do your sweet licking and kissing and sucking technique all the while praising you, then orders you to touch yourself but don't come as he cups the sides of your face and pushes deep deep in, he takes pauses so you can catch a breath, he's sweet like that, then the last few strokes he keeps shallow with your mouth wide open because he wants to watch his cum pool on your tongue (sometimes he'll make you hold it for a bit before he tells you to swallow); giving: if Steve goes down on you it's a full feast, that sexual act is never a quickie, he'll build you up slowly but so good that a single flick of his tongue on your clit in the right moment sends you over the edge, he likes to use his fingers to spread your folds so he can lick deeper, switches tongue and finger over your clit and in your hole, he goes methodically from tongue alone to one finger to two then three and each time you come harder

Dom!Andy (who got resurrected from the abyss of my dusty memory lol) is a damn virtuoso of all things sexual; receiving: he'll take your mouth however he wishes, sometimes just warming himself in your drool-filling mouth until it starts leaking and splashing on your chest, other times fucking it in deep, steady strokes, he's the one who teaches you how to take him to the root, you're always bound too and can't do anything but to take him anyway, but there's a lot of praise included, and he always makes you thank him for his cum after he comes down your throat; giving: again, you're tied one way or another, if not completely bound to a bed or bench then your wrists are tied to your ankles, or a spreader bar prevents you from closing your legs an inch, Andy uses everything about his mouth as a tool to ruin you - lips kissing, tongue licking and flicking, teeth scraping, he blows air on your engorged clit, he uses his fingers too, slides them inside your pussy, but sometimes will pinch your clit while he drives his tongue into your hole, other times he'll have a finger in your ass while he eats your cunt, again you're supposed to cry out a thank you for every orgasm he gives

#ruby garden #ruby slippers #ari levinson x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader

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Well this was leg clenching 🥵

Goldi locked

Ari Levinson x Curtis Everett x female reader x Steve Rogers;

alpha!Ari Levinson x alpha!Curtis Everett x omega female reader x alpha!Steve Rogers

summary: You wanted a big change to happen in your life, but not exactly in the way stumbling upon that cabin in the woods has made it. The three lumberjacks living there were very helpful and kind. But they didn't let you go your own way after saving you. Now you were theirs.

warnings: this is pure filth; one of the filthiest kind; dub-con; soft!dark Ari; soft!dark Curtis; soft!dark Steve; smut; a/b/o; breeding; knotting; spitroasting; anal play; dirty talk; praise and a bit of degradation; overstimulation; housewife kink;

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Author's Note: This is my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420'2 Extravaganza 🔥 This time I used prompts that you voted for in the polls: #"Show me." + frightened + cabin in the woods ; #breeding and #A/B/O. The title is my poor pun at the fairy tale of Goldilock and the three bears 😅

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“Show me.”

A small whimper rolled out on your tongue at Steve’s command.

He still sounded so soft, even though the situation was vastly different from the one you heard him say those words for the first time.

“Show me.” The big, blond haired Alpha asked softly.

Your trembling slightly eased at the gentle touch of his hand on your shoulder, but your body still seemed to be shaking beyond your control as your heart rattled in your chest.

The trails you took were open and full of beautiful scenery to admire, but then you decided to be braver rather than safe and so you turned onto the hardest trail. Which led deep into the woods cascading down the mountain range.

It was calm at first, but then the sense of being in danger kept spiking your pulse. Something rustled in bushes, making you shriek and start into a blind run. For all you knew, it could be a damn squirrel. But your fear laced brain told you it’s the biggest and most bloodthirsty bear.

Your run resulted not only in you getting lost, but also falling down and hurting yourself.

The sun was setting when you limped into the area where three lumberjacks were working.

At first, you panicked even more. Three strange men. Their Alpha scents reached you even before you got a clear view of all three of them. Their scents were heavy and woodsy, like a forest ground floor after a downpour.

They approached you like one might a wounded animal. All three cooing and purring to ease your fear as they walked slowly towards you. They sprinted forward when you suddenly dropped onto a huge log, your ankle hurting so much you almost fainted.

“Hey there, Goldi.” One of the Alphas smiled, crouching down to be more at your eye level.

He had shoulder length hair and an easy, almost cheeky smile as he flicked one of your golden earrings, which were the only city accessory to your otherwise thoughtfully prepared hiking outfit and gear.

“Are you hurt?” He asked and cooed when you nodded silently.

Then the other Alpha, the fair haired one, was kneeling so close beside you. His proximity felt more calming than terrifying. He touched your shoulder as he told you to show him where it hurt.

Now Steve’s hand on your shoulder would be less gentle. He could caress your skin with utmost tenderness, but he always held you in an iron grip as he made you take his big cock over and over again.

Following Steve’s command, you spread your legs wider apart and tilted your ass upwards to show him your glistening pussy.

A pillow was rolled under your hips, to give that better angle to fill your cunt.

While the first weeks spent at your Alphas cabin were a hot, sweaty journey of exploration and breaking you in to fit their desires, it has shifted into a maddening quest to breed you.

You were sore and spent most of the time, rolled from one position to another. Taken by one cock then a second one then a third. Even the serene moments of rest, when you were wrapped in warmth and comfort of their arms, were laced with anticipation for another round.

And you weren’t even in your heat yet.

Curtis mused a few days ago, while having you locked on his knot and helping your hand stroke Ari’s, that perhaps their rut would sync with your heat. Though your walls fluttered eagerly at the thought, because your hindbrain read it as a heightened chance of getting pregnant, you had a desperate thought that if that happened, you wouldn’t survive it.

They were already wearing you out each day and night. Turning you from a resilient, independent Omega, which you thought yourself to be; to a docile, needy one, who was always wet for her Alphas.

The bed shifted and you felt the heat of Steve’s body settle over you. His lips trailed up your spine and over your shoulder; his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he laid his weight on top of you.

“Such a good girl, Omega,” he praised, spreading your wet folds with his fingers.

There was no further foreplay or preparations, since Steve’s mouth had startled you awake from your sleep and devoured you into the first tears of the day.

Your fingers clenched on the sheets, your toes curling, as he slid his cock into your wet, tight channel. Without a fail, the head of his dick grazed that most sensitive spot inside of you, evoking your breathy moan.

“Being inside you is the best way to start my day, love,” he delighted in the slow stretch of your pussy around his girth. “As well to end it.”

Steve had all the sweetness and kindness to him, but it didn’t stop him from fucking you mercilessly.

The slow drag of his cock was as much for your benefit to let you adjust, as it was for him to enjoy your struggle.

A few heartbeats at most and then he was setting a steady, hard rhythm. Like an oiled machine that never got tired, Steve rode you through two orgasms that had you crying out so loud the birds outside responded with shrill.

“That’s it,” he grunted, snapping his hips into you faster. “Cream all over my cock, Omega. Show me how much this pussy needs her Alpha to fill her to the brim. How much she craves to suck every last drop of my cum into your fertile womb.”

“Nghhh!” You were biting the sheet, straining to stop yourself from keening any protest.

The pitiful “Noooo!” you cried the first few times wasn’t even punished harshly, but rather dismantled with mockery at how soaked you were, how hard you cum, how you fucked yourself back onto their cocks like a greedy little whore.

Your hindbrain agreed with them, anyway. Whether because that Omega streak inside you was simply wired to agree with the Alphas that bonded you, or because you truly wanted to be bred.

Steve’s hands clenched on your shoulders, pinning them to the mattress as his thrusts turned into sharp and deep strokes that meant he was nearing his own climax.

His sounds lowered into low, animalistic snarls, which seemed to pinch your nipples and clit with primal excitement for the cum about to fill you.

You couldn’t stifle the scream that ripped out of your throat as Steve snapped his hips into you one more time and his knot flared inside your sensitive walls. Hot spill of seed was flooding your walls, sinking into your womb.

“First one today,” Steve murmured, his face buried in the crook of your neck, mouthing at one of the mating bites they scattered all over your body.

One of your hands released a fistful of crumbled sheets to bury your fingers in Steve’s hair. A rewarding purr from your Alpha made your heart melt in affection.

“Somehow, you’re the first to fill her almost every day.” Curtis snorted, amused.

Your other Alpha was standing in the bedroom doorway, wearing only jeans and unlaced boots. There was a thin layer of perspiration on his skin and you suspected he started the day early to work on something.

“We all have our morning duties,” you didn’t see Steve’s face, but you were quite sure he was smirking, not the least apologetic for making sure he was the first one to fuck you full.

They didn’t keep track of who fucked you and how many times. During the day it varied so much that you wouldn’t be able to tell. While the Alphas occasionally teased each other for being so desperate for you, there was no rivalry between them. Not once has either of them even implied they want to be the one who impregnates you. For them, you were going to give them their pups.

“And it all comes down to treating our sweet Omega. Isn’t that right, Goldi?” Curtis kicked off his boots and walked toward the bed.

The nickname Ari first gave you somehow stayed, though most of the time they simply called you their Omega or sweet pet names like love, baby, sugar.

“I put together those raised garden beds for you,” he said as he unzipped his pants.

The warmth that rolled through you was both at the sight of his cock springing free and the love he showed by building you a garden you wished for.

Somehow you forgot that you never before wanted to have your own garden. You never wanted to spend your days cleaning and cooking, between spreading your thighs for Alphas.

But as they broke you into accepting that your body belonged to them, they shaped you into their little, obedient housewife, too.

“Thank you,” you managed to croak out.

“You’re welcome.” Curtis gave you one of his rare smiles.

He dragged away the pillows that were scattered around your head, tossing them onto the floor, then he climbed onto the mattress. He knelt in front of you, stroking his cock with one massive hand while he stroked your head with the other.

“We have a few minutes more ‘till my knot deflates. Why don’t you warm Curtis’ cock, until he can fill that sweet pussy?” Steve pulled you up, so that you were kneeling on your hands and knees.

You lifted one of your hands, wanting to stroke the base of Curtis’ dick while you mouthed at the tip, but he tsk-ed and pushed your arm back down.

“Open up.” Curtis commanded.

You whimpered, looking at him with pleading eyes. You understood what he wanted. To push it deep into your throat.

It was always too much for you. Causing tears to stream down your face and your gag reflex tightening your throat around him.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” Curtis reprimanded you in a warning tone. “Open wide. And show me your tongue.”

You obeyed. You also knew to keep looking up at Curtis as he pushed his cock into your mouth. Warm, velvety skin dragged along your tongue. Pleasant heaviness settled for a moment, soaking in the saliva pooling around it.

Then he pushed it further in, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, making your whole body tense. Curtis kept going, until you were swallowing him and bubbles of drool trickled down your chin.

“Good girl,” Curtis stroked the back of your head. “Hold just like that.”

It was hard to stay still when your throat constricted every few moments, and when the cock of your other Alpha was still throbbing inside of you. Even harder when Steve sneaked a hand around your thigh and scooped up your slick onto his fingers.

When he moved that hand back and pressed his lubed digits against your rim, you tensed and whined around Curtis’ cock.

“Shhh, now.” Steve squeezed your hip with his other hand, all the while pressing his fingers into your tight hole. “We haven’t taken your ass yet, since it feels such a waste when your fertile belly is waiting to serve its purpose. But it is our hole to play with.”

He groaned and you squeaked when he sank his finger inside to his top knuckle.

“And you will eventually take a cock in that tight ass,” he continued pushing.

It was a new sensation, an overwhelming one. Yet your body reacted to it, nonetheless. Your cunt spasmed as Steve forced the whole digit inside.

“ ‘Attagirl.” Steve praised, slowly pumping his finger in and out. “Let your Alphas use you the way you’re meant to be used. It’s okay to like it. I can feel your pussy squeezing me in delight.”

“You’re doing so good.” Curtis cooed, holding your head in place with an iron grip. “Drooling for your Alphas and taking them up your holes. You’re the most beautiful, sweet Omega.”

“He’s right,” Steve’s other hand slipped down to rub on your clit.

Your squeal at the onslaught of sensations was a muffled wheeze as Curtis didn’t budge even an inch to allow you a second of reprieve.

“Go on.” He encouraged. “Cum again for us. Squeeze around Steve one more time, before he makes room for me.”

You wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm, even if your life depended on it.

This time, however, Curtis mercifully pulled back, so that your cries mixed with desperate gulps for breath as tears streaked down your face.

Your arms shook, giving away and making you slump face down into the mattress. You were still trembling and nearly sobbing when Steve eased out of you. That he softly kissed your shoulder blades and then stroked your cheek, you barely registered it.

Their exchanged words flew past you - Steve reminding Curtis they’re on time schedule, Curtis chuckling that he will be quick but thorough; Ari’s voice booming through the house with a reminder of coffee getting cold.

Your consciousness groggily returned as Curtis settled behind you and thrust his cock into your swollen pussy without preamble.

“Ahh!” You reached for the headboard, to hold onto it as you sensed a rough ride about to start.

But Curtis snatched your arms and twisted them behind you. He held each in a nearly bruising grip as he fucked into you exactly like he told Steve - quick but thorough.

He took you. Depriving you of any leverage of movement for you to match his rhythm and respond to his treatment. Curtis was in full control, bouncing you like a toy for his pleasure. Even then, your body responded eagerly, the coil in your belly tightening and snapping.

You came mid thrust, breathing heavily and choking on a string of moans, while Curtis fucked you through your climax.

He sat back on his haunches, pulling you with him to fully sit down in his lap. The tip of his cock nudged right at your cervix as you sank down his length, eliciting your whimper and making you strain against Curtis’ hold.

“Just a little longer, baby.” Curtis rasped into your ear, rocking his hips into you. “I’m almost there. Fuck, I nearly popped my knot seeing you take me and Steve.”

Curtis changed his grip on you, crossing your arms on your chest and holding your wrists in one of his hands. His other hand slipped down your belly and lower, taking your swollen clit between two of his fingers.

“Thinkin’ how fucking perfect you’ll fit with your ass around a big cock and your pussy full of knot and cum.” He pinched your clit, moaning in delight when your walls clenched around him.

“When you’re all done screaming, a third cock will push into your sweet mouth-” he snarled, picking up his pace to chase his release- “Fuck, fuck! Almost there- come on, Omega, milk my cock!”

Pinching turned into rapid rubbing, tormenting your nub until you were not only leaking around Curtis’ dick, but also crying with small hiccups.

The moment your whole body strained like a string, your head thrown back onto Curtis’ shoulder as your cunt clamped tight, your Alpha roared his own release. His knot inflated, strumming your oversensitive pussy, and burst after burst of hot cum spurted inside of you.

He tightened his hold on you as you jerked; fingers on your clit kept drawing gentle circles, prolonging the aftershocks.

“That’s it, ride it out.”

Curtis’ heavy breath was tickling your neck, but it wasn’t his voice that urged you on.

Through half-closed eyelids, you glanced toward Ari who had to step into the bedroom while you were lost in the blinding power of your orgasm.

“Sugar, you look so fucking beautiful like this.” Ari traced a single finger along your cheek.

He brushed away your tears then smeared the salty wetness over your bottom lip, before sliding his finger into your mouth. Taught well during your first days with them, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on Ari’s digit.

Curtis released your arms, which fell bonelessly down your sides. He steered his hand to your belly, splaying his fingers on the swell of it.

Ari withdrew his finger from your mouth then swirled the wet digit around your nipple. Slowly, he took off the shirt which he was wearing unbuttoned anyway, then pushed his shorts down. As his cock bobbed up, a shiver rolled down your spine, because you knew it would be him taking you next.

Each of your Alphas had an impressive cock, but they were different in their own way, too.

Steve’s was so proportionate in length and girth and along with his sack, and the vein running atop it seemed as perfect, as if he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Curtis was minimally thinner, but longer by a good inch and a half. Ari’s cock was shorter, but the fattest of them all and his knot spread you the widest.

You watched Ari sit on the bed. He leaned against the headboard and spread his legs obscenely wide, cupping his sack in one hand and with his other squeezing his cock.

“There’s no rush, Goldi,” he chuckled when he noticed your gaze falling to his dick and the muscles in your thighs flexing in a poor attempt to close your legs; which Curtis made impossible.

“We have all the time, you and me.” Ari started stroking his cock slowly. “I’m staying with you today.”

Ever since they brought you to their cabin in the woods, you were never left on the property alone. One of the Alphas always stayed with you, while the other two went to work, or for business meetings and shopping.

“Make sure to reward her with something sweet.” Steve exited the bathroom, fully clothed, with his hair still damp. “Maybe extra marshmallows in her hot cocoa, or chocolate chips with her pancakes.”

“Omega did so well,” he stopped at the side of the bed. “She took a finger up her ass for the first time and soaked my balls with how hard she came from it.”

Squeezing your chin between this thumb and forefinger, Steve tilted your face up and kissed you. He left the room with a short comment directed at Curtis, that he’d wait for him in the truck.

“You’re doing so good for us, sugar.” Ari’s eyes glinted with dark temptation. “And did you thank Steve for stretching your dirty hole?”

A hot wave of embarrassment and arousal mixed together burned your skin at his words. You tucked your face into the crook of Curtis’ neck, mumbling an incoherent reply. Curtis’ rumble of laughter vibrated in his chest at your poor attempt to hide.

“She did not, in fact.” He said, patting your mound. “She was more whiny. But she did come beautifully.”

With a groan, Curtis rolled his hips into you one last time, the head of his long cock poking your cervix and making you wince. Then he pulled out and though it was a sort of relief, a noise of discontentment pitched in your throat.

His hands gently pushed you forward where Ari was already waiting for you with his arms open. He was all warm, thick muscle and cushions of dark gold hair that grazed your sensitive nipples as your boobs pressed into his chest.

“That’s okay, Omega.” Ari rolled you onto your back. “You had to be overwhelmed, having experienced it for the first time. You will thank Steve properly when the guys get home for dinner.”

Ari pushed two pillows under your hips, elevating your ass. Kneeling between your spread legs, he stared at your glistening, used pussy and a thick dollop of white cream peeking out each time your opening unclenched as the aftershocks of orgasm still pulsed in your cunt.

Sliding his arms beneath your thighs, Ari hooked each of your knees over his elbow then leaned forward, folding you in half. His fingers interlaced with yours as he pinned your hands right next to your head.

“Shhhh,” he rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pressed his cock into you.

“We’ll take it slow, yeah?” Ari was patient with your struggle to take more, but relentless still. “Sweet and lazy. Keeping all that fertile cum in you and working you up for more. Until your greedy pussy starts clenching again.”

“Ah-Ari,” you moaned as his girth stretched you wider.

Anatomy was a blessing and a curse, keeping your pussy tight no matter how many times they took you.

“I’ve got you, sugar.” He rolled his hips, bottoming out. “That’s what Alphas are for. To love and care for their Omega. To help her out with every struggle-”

He loosened his hold on your left hand and maneuvered his fingers between your bodies.

“Like holding her down and praising her when she takes more fingers into her tight, virgin ass.”

You whined at his words, squeezing your eyes shut, because you knew he just laid your fate for the afternoon when Curtis and Steve returned home.

Then another mewl bubbled out on your lips as Ari’s thumb pressed over your clit.

“And encouraging her sweet pussy to cum for her Alpha.” He strummed your nub with gentle strokes. “Shh, now. Take your time. Bask in it how long you need. But we’re not moving an inch until you come for me twice. Then I’ll fuck you good and give you my knot, just the way you love, yeah? Breed you like the good little whore you are, our Omega.”

#steve rogers x reader #curtis everett x reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x curtis everett x reader x steve rogers #alphas x omega #cum together

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Thank you @crazyunsexycool 💕 You’re so nice

Reader love time! I wanted to shout out the lovely @jesevans for being such a beautiful, encouraging supporter of the writers in this community. ❤️

The way you so whole heartedly advocate for writers and the support of their work is just so beyond appreciated. I hope you know how much you mean to so many of us around here! Thank you for always being one of the first to join in on our shameless hoe shenanigans, and for always encouraging other readers to engage and show some writer love as well.

And thank you for the lovely CE eye candy that you provide 😏 I'm always delighted when I see your beautiful art pop up on my feed! Sending you soooo much love and gratitude! ❤️🙏🏻

#i’m overwhelmed

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@evansbby You’re so sweet. 💕 Thank you.

Reader love time! I wanted to shout out the lovely @jesevans for being such a beautiful, encouraging supporter of the writers in this community. ❤️

And thank you for the lovely CE eye candy that you provide 😏 I'm always delighted when I see your beautiful art pop up on my feed! Sending you soooo much love and gratitude! ❤️🙏🏻

#i’m overwhelmed

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jesevans · 10 hours

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Oh yeah

Chris Evans as Andy Barber in Defending Jacob | 1x07 | Job

#andy barber #chris evans

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jesevans · 10 hours

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Too soon 😳

Will Steve make a move on Dot during this movie night? 🙈

You tell me. Should he?

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Ladies;

America’s Ass 💙

Chris Evans as Steve Rogers in Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

#steve rogers #captain america

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If you want to stand in our way, we’ll fight you too.

#steve rogers #captain america #nomad steve #chris evans #a:iw

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jesevans · 10 hours

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐫

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜)

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫!𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲… 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐑/𝐚𝐩𝐞. (𝐍)𝐨𝐧-(𝐂)𝐨𝐧/(𝐃)𝐮𝐛-(𝐜𝐨𝐧). 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐔. 𝐕/𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐌-𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐦-𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐅/𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐬-𝐞𝐱. (𝐓)𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐂-𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐔. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫* 𝐖𝐒!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞* 𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐢𝐢)* 𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝* 𝐖𝐒!𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫 (𝐢𝐢) 𝐖𝐒!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 (𝐢𝐢)* 𝐖𝐒!𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐢𝐢𝐢)* 𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢) 𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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