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KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN, SIZE KINK
His heart beats for you, sweet little you, and his head goes wild for your tiny little hole.
Daddy!Ari x Smaller!reader
Warnings: SIZE KINK! Reader is described to be vv small & short. Stomach bulge from Ari’s monster cock. Kinda crybaby reader, lots of dirty talk. Dacryphilia. Not proofread.
18+! Enjoy!
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It’s hard to think, hard to breathe when you feel so full. You feel like you’re choking on him, inhaling him, and he thinks it’s funny. He’s chuckling as tears fill your waterline and splash onto your cheeks.
He’s rough and burly, so big as he crowds himself over your little form. “Is it too much, honey? You’re crying, poor girl, you can’t take daddy?”
You can, you know you can, because you are right now. Ari moves a little softer at the sight of your running tears, and he mocks your little pout. You can’t help it — he’s just so big, fills you so well, your little hole stretched out over his hard cock. There’s not much more spreading that your legs can do, trying to accommodate the width of his waist within them. God, he’s such a monster, and it doesn’t help how tiny you already are.
“I can!” You protest with a sniffle, brows creased together unhappily. It only makes him laugh more.
That makes it all the more worse, especially when you can feel his cock twitch inside you.
You whine, pushing your wet face into the creased pillows beside you.
“I know you can.” He mumbles pitifully, finally taking a break from his mean teasing. One of his big, calloused hands makes it’s way up your twitching body until it winds itself around the back of your neck, fingertips brushing your hair at the nape of your neck. “Always take me so well, huh? Prettiest fuckin’ girl with the,” he breaks, a grunt as you look at him with those teary bambi eyes, “tightest little hole.”
“Daddy,” you cry, tiny hands pushing against his hairy chest as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. Deep within your hazy mind you notice how pretty your manicured nails look against him, a treat that he paid for monthly. Ari groans again at your broken whine, leaning down to plant hot kisses against your wet cheeks.
He’s never loved anything as much as he’s loved you.
Angelface you, who fell off your bike in front of his driveway. He had been out the front, sweating profusely as he pushed the mower against the overgrown grass – he’d only just moved in to the massive place, inherited it from some uncle he never even met. He can still remember catching your eye as you peddled past, the way that you had been far too distracted looking at his chest, the way that you toppled over into one of his bushes.
He was enamoured the moment that he first touched you.
Being the natural savour that he is, he jumped straight away to save you. His big hands wrapped under your arms and lifted you effortlessly from the crumple of limbs that you had ended up as. And when he set you on your shaky feet, that was when he realised just how fucking little you were.
The top of your head reached around the bottom of his pecks, leaves wound into your locks. You tried to stable yourself against him, the tiniest of hands splayed out against his stomach. He can remember the way that your big watery eyes had looked up at him, apologising excessively and trying to ignore the throbbing, bruising pain. He can remember the feeling of fullness overtaking him, forcing him to reach out for you, to try his very hardest to win over your heart. The same feeling stays with him now, the need to protect you, baby you, keep you for himself.
So tiny and helpless.
His hips stutter as he looks down and lets out a long winded moan, something that would surely have the neighbours concerned and stray cats replying to the call.
“Look, baby. Look at how good you take daddy.” He’s not teasing anymore, instead moving your limp head to face downwards. Your vision is blurry from the tears, but you blink fast to try and clear your vision. Then you see it, the thing that makes his hindbrain cry out and push his hips faster.
There, at the very bottom of your tummy, is a slight bulge, appearing and disappearing with every stroke he gives. He’s so big, just massive, a juggernaut. You're so tiny, look like some sort of pixie next to him. The hotness of the sight has your eyes rolling and a choked whine filling the air, matching the rough slapping of skin upon skin, and the echo of your slick.
Ari laughs again, pushing a warm hand against the moving bulge. “Is that daddy all up in your guts, huh? M’fucking ruining you, kitten. Does daddy feel good? Can feel you clenching, tightest little hole.” He’s getting just as close as you are, he always gets blubbery and breathy when he gets close to cumming. “Best I ever had, you know that? Best fuckin’ girl. You're my girl, baby. Tell daddy you're his girl.”
Your tears are worse now, but you will always give him what he needs. “I-I’m your girl, daddy. Always your girl -ah!- please, please.” Your breathing is rough and troubled. Your hand pushes against him, but all your pussy does is pull him in deeper. “S-So big. I can’t– M’gonna come.”
“Fuck. Sweetest girl. Make the cutest little mess. Come for me, angel. I got you. Daddy’s got you.”
It’s white hot, the pleasure. It grabs you and swallows you whole, has you shaking and creaming all over his cock. Your squeaks and whines are enough to push him to the edge too, and Ari pulls your tiny frame into a bear hug as he paints your rippling walls white. Ari shudders with you. Mouthing at your jaw, his warmth completely encompasses you. The gentle giant is so good to you, shushing your tired cries as he slips out of your wet cunt, thumbing away the tears at your cheeks. He keeps you there, small and tucked away, like his own little secret, like something fragile and tiny, like his most precious of keepsakes.
Like his sweetest little girl.
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Like No One Does
Part 3: Take Me By The Hand
The pitiful image was burned into your mind, the statement that was such an anxiety producing point in your life. The account number that was on the top of the statement might have well been ash and dust—there was no need for it to be as mocking as it was. The bare bones of your bank account had rendered a familiar feeling of you struggling to comprehend and take care of your parent's house.
At least when you weren’t in the hospital, or when you weren’t in Danah’s house pretending like you weren’t one additional bill away from being flat broke. Your parent’s terminal sickness had already been the starting point of anxiety for you, but then to add insult to injury was your extended family’s inability to care.
If it wasn’t for the Levinson’s you would’ve been homeless at 16. You were already an orphan at 16, with no extended family who cared. And adding homelessness to your decrepit standing wouldn’t have been a far fetch. But the Levinson’s, they saved your life. Danah was your best friend, Mrs. Levinson was your second mother, Mr. Levinson your second father.
And Ari…
Ari Levinson was a stronghold you didn’t know you needed, he was a stalwart support system that you didn’t deserve but received anyway.
Maybe that’s why you were so nervous as you waited for him to pick you up. You’d accepted a job offer from him to become his new assistant/secretary, and you had quit your jobs like he wanted you to. You had completely freed yourself to be his assistant and accepted a job that paid enough for you to not just survive, but thrive. This job would give you incredible benefits and health insurance that you wouldn’t have been able to afford otherwise.
Of course, Ari insisted that you required more or better clothes for this job. And you couldn’t have even pretended to argue with him because you knew it was true. You had no appropriate clothes for this job, even if you hadn’t been struggling as you were, there was a certain expectation he had. Or likely had.
“Empty bank account would be better than this.” You crumbled the paper in your hands and tossed it aside, the wrinkled and discarded statement landing somewhere in your dismal place.
With it departing you by your hand, you had turned your attention to the window on your right. You had been watching the window for Ari’s vehicle, not only not wanting to keep him waiting, but knowing that this neighbourhood wasn’t the greatest. And Ari’s didn’t deserve to spend more time in this hellhole than necessary.
“You should move in with my sister, princess. Or move in with me, I’d be a good roommate.” Ari had brought up that particular argument many times over when you would talk, and every time you would let your stubbornness get in the way.
“Danah has her dance studio, and even if she didn't, I’ll be fine.” You denied Ari and you denied Danah, as often as you could.
Your bank account may have been in the red, but at least you had paid rent, insurance, and utilities for your apartment. You might not have had any money, currently, to your name, but you had necessities in your place to eat and not go hungry. However, there was the increasing desire to want more, and that desire pushed you to accept Ari’s offer.
At the very least, you would be able to pay off your parent’s medical bills easier, you’d have good health insurance, and you could save enough to move to a new place. You could potentially afford to get a newer car that didn’t seem like it was running on it’s last rusted bolts. At the very least, this job would be able to give you more of a financial pillow.
“Princess, let’s get going!” Ari’s voice filtered from the street below, and it was a look out the thin glass that made your heart race at the sight of him.
Wearing a plain white v-neck shirt with a leather jacket and a pair of dark wash jeans, he looked like a massive yet ethereally gorgeous runway model. It was unjust how attractive Ari Levinson was, and how easy you could get irritated at him—for seemingly just being beautiful.
“Don’t make me come up there!” He had leaned against the side of his car, something sleek and black, with his arms crossed over his chest. Covering his eyes was a pair of mirrored aviators, which you wouldn’t have liked on anyone else, but on him, they looked good.
Through the thin glass you waved, once, and then stepped back. You grabbed your cheap second hand purse and your phone, on the verge of breaking and couldn’t hold a charge. Once you had your things, you slipped your shoes on and left your apartment, locking the door behind you, before you headed down the stairs.
You pushed on the main door to the building and stepped onto the sidewalk, watching him watching you from across the street. Your feet carried you with purpose, and your fingers tapped against your palm in a rhythmic dance to quell your nerves.
“Baby,” Ari spoke to you, his voice deep and husky, and his blue eyes fixated on you with wholehearted anticipation, “I was about to come up and grab you. Get in the car, hertzeleh.”
You paused and looked at Ari when you were just a foot away, your neck craned to be able to look into his eyes. With his casual yet striking clothing choice and his endearing smile, it was almost impossible to understand why he was currently single. The women he had spent time with and slept with in the past had all been flings, by his account and his claims, yet none had managed to win the bachelor over.
“What does that mean?” You asked him with a soft voice, walking around the front of the vehicle to the other side and as you got into the passenger seat, you took notice of the box on the centre console.
The food distracts you from Ari not telling you what he called you, although given his track record, it must be something sweet.
“Food, sweetheart. For you.” Ari climbed into the driver’s seat and lifted the glasses from his face to set them on the dashboard. “Ma sent your favourite and I picked up coffee for you.”
“Ari, you didn’t have to.” The iced coffee sitting in the cupholder came from one of his parent’s Jewish bakeries, and it was your absolute favourite combination.
The hazelnut blend mixed with a dash of cinnamon and whipped cream was your go-to whenever you and Danah went. And as for the breakfast, you could only imagine what food Mrs. Levinson made Ari bring you.
“We have a full day ahead of us.” His cordial smile and pleasant tone were nothing new to you, nothing you hadn’t expected from him. It was only natural for Ari to be the kind of man who was firm and levelheaded, yet tough when it came to business, and a giant teddy bear when it came to family and friends.
“A full day? How long can it take to go clothes shopping?” You scoff and turn away, biting into the delicious flaky Jewish pastry. As you get a few pieces of the sugared crispy top stuck to your lips, Ari’s laugh fills the void—and his thumb brushing the pieces off sends shivers down your spine.
“Princess, your ass is mine from right now until I drop you off at your new apartment.” The sudden bombshell announcement nearly makes you choke on your food, and you find yourself sputtering to catch your breath.
You turn your head and stare at him, eyes wide and lips parted in shock. You seemed completely mind blown by this revelation, although to your shock, Ari simply cups your chin and closes your mouth.
“Buckle up, hertzeleh. I mean it.” He leans away from you and his broad shoulders touch the driver's seat, and then he winks at you. “Your sass-pot ass isn’t dying today.”
“You don’t get to slide by the fact that you said new apartment, Ari Levinson.” You set the pastry down and wipe your hands, steeling your gaze.
He’s ignorant to you, or maybe just ignoring your stare and your tone. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t bother him and more than that he seems to smirk. Even though he’s not looking at you, and he's slipping a pair of aviator sunglasses on, you can tell he’s rather pleased with himself.
“Ari Levinson—“
“Cut the attitude, baby girl.” His smirk only grows, and he reaches out to tap your knee. “You eat first, and then we’ll talk.”
“No, we’ll talk now.” You shift in the seat to face him more head on, as far as the buckle allows, and then you tuck your chin to your chest. “What the hell are you talking about? New apartment?”
He doesn’t answer you immediately, though you doubt he’s at a loss for words. Rather, it's all part of his ploy, of his plan to control the conversation, simply because he can. After a moment, Ari finally speaks and when he does, he tips his head, conveniently stopped at a red light.
“It’s part of the contract, sweetheart.” He flashes you a grin, one that’s convinced countless women to fall into his bed—but it just annoys you.
“I didn’t sign a contract, Ari.” You enunciate his name with force, your jaw ticking as you briefly grind your teeth. “And I don’t need a new apartment.”
“It’s part of your benefits, Y/N. You don’t need to be so stubborn all the time, little bug.” Damn him and damn the way his voice eases you, regardless of how much you want to smack him. “It’s got everything you want.”
“Oh yeah? Like what? What does this new apartment have that mine doesn’t?” You want to challenge him, you want to fight with him because if he thinks he can tell you what to do with your place…
“For one, honey….” Ari’s hand reaches for yours, and he squeezes lightly, drawing out a soft huff from you. “…no one’s been shot in the building. Or stabbed.”
You roll your eyes and almost wish you could have defended the building, but you couldn’t. Truthfully, it felt like every time you went into that place, or even near it, you were risking something. You knew it yourself that you needed a new apartment, but the fact that you couldn’t afford one was holding you back.
“Ari—“ you start to protest again, finding yourself unable to raise much of an argument when his hand touches your leg. His fingers spread above your knee as he squeezes lightly—telling you nonverbally that you don’t need to be so stubborn and let him do this for you.
After a minute of silence, he speaks, like what he says would be the final nail in the coffin. “It’s in the Lexington, sweetheart.”
And you suppose it is. The Lexington was a building you’d always wanted to live in, a place inside the city that seemed to be so improper. The building itself was brick and mortar, but there were these marble-esque pillars that stood outside the front entrance. They were like guards over the building, and it had given it such an aged yet fresh feel to the place.
The apartments inside were just as beautiful as the exterior with rich dark hardwood floors, private balconies that overlooked the park. Each apartment had onsite laundry, which would’ve been a selling point on its own; however, the bathroom would’ve been your convincer.
You’d seen pictures of the bathrooms on the rental site, and you’d been amazed from the beginning. Each apartment had a large two-person soaker tub with clawfoot details and had a seamless view to the outside world. The window let in natural light that made the whole room seem otherworldly. It was a big draw to why you’d only wished to live there, meanwhile the causality of being unable to always boiled down to money.
The rent alone was more than you’d make in 6 months, and it never seemed to be in the realm of possibilities for you. The Lexington was always unreachable, it felt as far from you as the castle you’d dreamed of as a child. It was a noble or even tender dream, but it was never within any realm of reality.
“Ari, you can’t just get me an apartment, or pay for an entire new wardrobe. Or…” you wanted to continue listing off reasons why he didn’t have to spend all this money on you, or why he didn’t have to put in the effort.
You were a grown woman, and he was your best friend’s brother. He didn’t owe you anything, and you weren’t going to take advantage of his time or money. You knew the entire Levinson family was generous, they’d taken you in when you had nothing, when you had nowhere to go. But that was over now, yes Ari had offered you a job, but he didn’t owe you more.
The job was enough. The job would make you capable of paying off the debts from your parents' hospital bills and funerals. You’d be able to pay it off on your own, you didn’t need him to do anything for you.
“Ketzeleh,” he squeezes your knee again, briefly splitting his attention between the road and yourself, “I’m not asking, I’m telling.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.” It slips from your mouth before you can stop it, the irrevocable sentence unable to be retracted. You feel stupid for a minute, like a fool for saying what you had. At least until you hear Ari’s deep rumble, the husky laugh that fills any minute slip of silence.
“Ari, I mean it, I’m not sleeping with you.” You cross your arms over your chest, your lips pressed firmly together. “I’m not going to be one of those girls that falls into your bed.”
“Of course not, baby.” He removes his hand from your knee and rests it on your cheek. “You’re too strong for that, right?”
You roll your eyes and smack his hand away, huffing poignantly. You retain the silence and draw your attention back toward the pastry Ari’s mother sent for you. It remained half-unfinished during the conversation, and you pick it up again to finish it. You shift away from him back to your original position and sink your teeth into the flaky dessert, ripping a piece off.
Ari has leagues of women falling at his feet. He’s Boston’s most eligible bachelor, and no one woman has been able to hold him down. Although they’ve tried, all he seems to want to do is sleep around and have everything be temporary. You’d seen some of the women he’s messed around with, all of them beautiful and striking and modelesque.
You, on the other hand, had few relationships. You didn’t have an opportunity to have relationships, not when you were made an orphan. Not when you were saddled with a suffocating amount of debt that you had to pay off.
“Ketzeleh, look at me.” Ari had finally stopped the car, parking in a private and gated lot for a series of expensive boutiques he was taking you to. “Ketzeleh…”
You raised your head and looked his way, your eyes searching his blues. He had unbuckled and turned to face you, the car still running and the faint sound of the radio in the background. Once you had faced him, Ari had reached out and brushed a piece of the fine sugar from the pastry off your cheek. His thumb grazed your skin and his eyes were solely on you. His voice was quieter than expected yet no less husky.
“You don’t need to ask, you don’t need to feel like this is an IOU situation. This is a gift, there is nothing you have to pay back.” His husky Boston accent had drawn an illicit shiver down your spine as he slowly leaned in and kissed your forehead. The moment was tender, and you were easily distracted by the feel of his plush lips on your skin.
It felt like you were 16 again, sitting in your dark room with nothing but candlelight. It was as if Ari were comforting you again, whispering to you that everything would be okay. You felt like that 16-year-old, scared and frightened for the future.
“You’re okay,” one hand wove into your hair at your nape while the other cupped your cheek, “you’ll be okay.”
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Sunkissed
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Condensation fogs the bedroom windows, the hazy Manhattan sunset filtering through cloudy golden, lighting you up radiant as a goddess, writhing over Ari's heaving body.
His mouth is agape, his thick brown beard still salty and wet with your juices, his eyes darkened like ocean depths. Those half-lidded eyes watch you as you squirm, fucking yourself down on his heavy cock, your pussy lips spreading for him as you slowly sink, thighs trembling with the strain.
"A-Ari…" you breathe out, wispy light with effort, and he responds, ghosting his broad palms up your sides from where he'd been guiding your waist, up to your soft breasts, along your arms to your hands, interlacing your fingers.
Like Andromeda clinging to her rock, you lean on him, still aching, panting, grinding against the coarse hair at the base of his cock for sparkles of pleasure.
Lust overtakes your exhaustion as the sun travels beyond your little apartment, dousing the room in dusk. His strength is your strength and you rise to hoarse encouragement, your great brawny anchor merely mortal beneath you once more.
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The assistant (3) - Cafè
Summary: You are invisible most of the time.
Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader
Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader
Characters: Tony Stark, OC Sandy, Pepper Potts
A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans characters in this one.
Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, fat shaming, angry Tony (he’s a warning, okay), mentions of cheating (Tony/Pepper)...I don’t know. But before anyone complains again. It is there...very implied or not. 🤷♂️
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<< Part 2
Three weeks ago, Avengers tower
“You wanted to talk to me Mr. Stark,” Sandy puts on her sweetest smile. The one always working with men. She always gets away with anything. Sandy never had to work hard to get what she wants.
“Let me get this straight,” Tony gets up from his swivel chair to slam the door behind Sandy shut. “You talked Captain America into thinking that it’s a good idea to give up his perfect assistant for someone like you?”
“I didn’t do a thing,” she coos. “Captain Rogers wanted me to become his assistant. I guess he got bored of her.” Sandy scrunches up her nose when she talks about you. “Fat is not for everyone.”
Tony smirks darkly. That’s the moment he was waiting for. “Hmm… I see,” he nods thoughtfully. “I hope you know that you just violated my zero-tolerance policy against harassment. You are fired.”
“What? You are firing me—” she gasps. “You can’t do this Sir! I’m Captain America’s assistant.”
“You are mistaken,” Tony points at the door. “Steve doesn’t pay you. I’m the man behind the scenes. I tolerated your behavior for far too long. If not for your uncle, I would’ve kicked you out a month ago. You have half an hour to pack your things.”
“Mr. Stark, you can’t do this,” she sniffles now. Big fat fake tears run down her cheeks as she looks up at Tony. “Please. You’re being irrational and unfair.”
“Well, no shit, Sandy,” he grins. “This won’t work, you know. I’m not some stupid guy thinking with my downstairs brain when it comes to you. Unlike everyone else, I appreciate Y/N, her hard work and won’t let harass her.”
“I-this is unfair,” she cries. “I’m going to sue you. I will tell them you touched me!”
“Sandy, I will tell you this only once,” Tony dips his head to look down at Sandy, “this whole tower is under video surveillance. If you want to sue me, go ahead. I’ll call my lawyer and well will bombard you and your lawyer with the footage of you harassing Y/N. Or how about all the times you made inappropriate comments or stole office supplies.”
“I will tell Captain Rogers about it…” she storms out of the room, slamming it shut behind her.
“One done, two more to go,” Tony sneers. “Friday, locate Pepper Potts for me. I don’t care if she’s busy. I want to talk to her. Like yesterday.”
“Locating Miss Potts now,” Friday replies. “Located, Mr. Stark. She’s at the penthouse.”
“Good, she’s next…”
Now, Jake’s cafè
“Y/N, don’t worry,” Jensen offers comfort to you as Curtis barks orders at someone on the phone. “Curtis can be loud, but he tries to help.”
“I’ll just find another job,” you shrug. “It’s been three weeks and I had time to update my cv. At least I didn’t get fired. I got some spare money and will survive not having a job.”
“You loved your job and office, didn’t you?” Curtis ends the call and immediately turns his attention back toward you and your problem. “I called a…ahem…a friend."
“I told you to not call him,” Lloyd sits next to you. He protectively slings one arm around your shoulders. “You know how he gets.”
“Who do you want me to call, huh?” Curtis grits his teeth. “You want to hit Rogers where it hurts, let’s ruin his reputation. We need a lawyer to tell us how far we can go without ending up in jail.”
“Uh-I don’t want you to end up in jail,” you protest and shake your head. “It’s only a job, Curtis. You don’t even know me and want to risk your freedom and life for me. Let’s just take a deep breath.”
“I can still break his bones,” it’s Lloyd offering to take Steve down for you. “I’m not scared of that pumped-up blonde man baby. He’s a dick only thinking with his dick.”
“Lloyd,” Jakes sighs deeply as you glance at your friend. “Can you just not get the dick jokes out when Y/N is around.”
“But she loves my jokes, right?” Lloyd looks at you. “Tell him you like my jokes, cupcake.”
“Captain Rogers will hurt you, Lloyd. You know that he’s a super-soldier, not a normal guy. If he doesn’t hurt you, he’ll get you arrested.”
“Nah, I don’t think so,” you giggle as Lloyd won’t stop telling you how much he wants to kick Steve’s balls. “Cupcake, I swear he’ll regret hurting you.”
“Anyways,” Curtis tries to bring the conversation back to the man he called. “I called him. What do we do now? He’s on his way.”
“Fuck’s sake,” loudly cursing Lloyd glares at Curtis. “I don’t want him around. We parted ways for a reason. He’s not like us. Goody two shoes Barber will ruin this for us. I can’t have him near my cupcake.”
“Barber is the best lawyer we know,” Jake interjects. “Or do you want me to call our little chaos? You know he’ll mess shit up and won’t be helpful at all.”
“Little chaos? I-how many brothers do you have?” you frown as Lloyd starts cackling. “I mean, is that lawyer your brother too?”
“We are a big happy family,” Curtis grumbles. “It’s Jake, Lloyd, me, and…” He sighs, shaking his head. “You see, we don’t have contact with Barber and our little chaos.”
“Barber, hmm…I think I heard that name on the news some time ago,” you ponder. “I don’t remember what it was about.”
“Barber…Andy tried to live a normal life, far away from his family,” Lloyd grunts. “He married and then, it all went to shit. Still, he refused to return to his family.”
“What about the little chaos?” you press on. You told the men everything about your life and want some answers in return. “Please, tell me something about you. I’m an open book.”
“You’re a sweet cupcake,” Lloyd whispers in your ear, mustache tickling your earlobe. “Jake, fill her in.”
“You sure?” Jake furrows his brows. “I thought you don’t want anyone to know…”
“Fill. Her. In,” you wonder why Lloyd gets so angry. “She’s part of the family now. You brought her in, now she belongs with us.”
“Okay, fine,” clearing his throat Jake looks at Curtis. “What about you?”
“I’m good. Just tell her,” Curtis sits down on the last free chair. He crosses his arms over his chest, biceps bulging.
“You already know about Andy,” Jake says. “He’s the guy on his way. Our little chaos is our brother Mike. He had a little problem with…”
“Call it by its name, Jake. He’s a drug addict,” you bite your lower lips as Llloyd grumbles under his breath. “He wasted so much money to get high…”
“He was a drug addict, Lloyd,” Curtis corrects. “You know that he’s clean for almost three years. We should let him come home.”
“He still didn’t apologize for totaling my car.”
“Lloyd, it’s just a car,” Jake tries to reason with his brother. “You are the eldest. If you call him, he’ll be happy to come back.”
“I—” Lloyd sighs deeply. “Do you think this is the time to let the lost brothers come home? We want to help Y/N, not drag her into our family drama.”
“Wait this makes—” you close your eyes and count. “Lloyd, Jake, Curtis, Andy, and Mike. OH! Five brothers! That’s awesome.”
“We are actually six brothers,” your eyes round when someone comes out of the kitchen.
A big man, bulgy and tall. His shaggy hair almost reaches his shoulders and his thick beard frames his handsome face. He looks different from the others, but his features and blue eyes give away that he must be related to Jake and the others.
“Ari it is, sweetness,” he smirks as you look at him with wide eyes. “My brothers tried to hide you from me for far too long.” Ari grins wolfishly as he holds out his hand. “I know why now.”
“Uh—now you are six?” you squeak. “I think…this is a bit much.” Overwhelmed by the four men you feel a little lightheaded. “You all look so…”
“I know, cupcake,” Lloyd purrs in your ear. “We are all a catch, but I’m the prettiest.”
“You mean the eldest,” Jake corrects. “Now back to Mike. Can we call him? Lloyd?”
“Fine, give him a call. If we want to kick Captain America’s ass, we will need to stick together. I just hope Andy keeps his shit together. He always was a … sensitive cunt…”
Three weeks ago, Avengers tower, penthouse
“Tony,” Pepper coos as her fiancé steps into the penthouse. “Are you already done for today?”
“I will ask you this only once,” she frowns at his serious expression and his angry tone, “did you conspire with Steve to make sure Sandy works for him? Did you tell him you don’t like the way I look at her?”
“I—you see…I saw the way you looked at her.”
“Angry. Pissed. Mad?” he offers. “Because that’s how I felt close to her. She was the worst assistant ever and so far from the woman, I would fall for.”
“Oh—I thought you are interested in her. She’s pretty, young and you know…”
“Pepper, because of your insecurities and trust issues Y/N quit her job. Do you know what Rogers said to her? He hurt that poor girl deeply. She is a perfect assistant and a kind person. You two made sure that she felt insecure and quit. How dare you say that you want her to work for me because you believed I’ll never fall for someone like her.”
“She’s not your type,” Pepper tries to talk back. “I only wanted to make sure you won’t stray…”
“By sending me the only girl tempting me away…” he shakes his head. “You always told everyone how you support woman rights,” Tony hisses. “But you didn’t fight for Y/N. I’m disappointed, angry, and hurt. Imagine how Y/N feels right now…”
>> Part 4
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Chapter 3: Save Me The Trouble
From: Bigger Houses Series
Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader
Summary: People need to be more careful and watch where they’re going. You could run into a handsome stranger and get asked on a date!
Word Count: 1,821
Content/Warnings: oblivious walking (once again), like one swear, internal self-doubting monologues that hopefully still indicate a healing process, female reader, it’s pretty much fluff
Author’s Note: I’m so grateful for all that have been reading. I hope you enjoy this new part, a cute little bridge. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!
Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Here is the song this is based off of loosely, good song, listen if you please.
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You were finally settling into your new job and your new life in town. Your schedule was all figured out, and to get to know the area a little better, each day, you had started going somewhere different over lunch, driving down the mountain and into the quaint little town.
After a hectic morning, coffee seemed like just the thing to lift your spirits, so you set up your navigation to a little mom and pop shop on Main Street, cruising there with the windows down to soak up the sun and the breeze. Town was beautiful and surprisingly empty today, so it caught you by surprise when you were pulling into the parking lot and saw a khaki smear coming out of your blind spot. You stood on the brakes as soon as the tall figure took a step in front of your vehicle. A man in…were those…ranger shorts and a hat?….slammed his hands down on the hood of your car. It was him again.
You leaned your head out through the window. “You trying to make a habit of me almost hitting you? I thought you were a bear….again. Seriously, you’d think I’m out here trying to take out the nation’s wildlife if it wasn’t you walking out in front of my car every time.”
He let out a sigh as he hung his head in relief, his heart still beating fast at the near-death experience, and made his way over to your window. As you pulled yourself back in the car, he rested his elbows at the bottom of your window and leaned forward.
“I really am sorry. I’m not sure why that keeps happening. My head was kinda in the clouds.” He grimaced slightly and let out an awkward laugh.
You wanted so badly to be angry with him, but his genuine response, paired with his eyes that reflected the sky had you melting. “I-I’m not sure if I accept your apology yet.” You said then bit your lip, caught up between your slight frustration with the stranger, yet your want to believe anything he said. “You’re gonna make a reputation for me around here as ‘that girl who almost flattened the mountain ranger…twice.’”
He let out a genuine laugh. “I promise your secret’s safe with me and it won’t happen again. And I’m sure I can think of a couple people who wouldn’t be too bothered by that.”
You let out a giggle at his joke, it wasn’t too often people who looked like that had a good sense of humor to pair. The two of you sat there awkwardly for a second before you spoke up. “Well I, uh, kinda need to park, I’m on my lunch hour and was planning on getting a bite to eat.”
“Oh yeah, of course.” He pulled away from your window, walking a few paces behind the vehicle as you pulled into a spot. “You know, there’s a nice little coffee shop around the corner. I’d love to make up that whole ‘not paying attention’ thing to you. Lunch on me?”
You pulled your keys out of the ignition, stepping out and looking up at his towering form. Maybe he really was a bear. “I suppose, as long as this isn’t your way of secretly trying to lure me as bait for the mountain lions as a revenge plan.”
“Ah, no, that’s only on Tuesdays.” He shrugged.
“Today…is Tuesday….” You looked at him with mild concern as he smirked at you.
“Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to trust me. I’m Ari.” He held out his hand and you introduced yourself. He nodded at you and his eyes sparkled when your hand met his. His hand was callused, but warm and comforting, almost embracing yours. “Alright, let’s get to it, you said you’ve only got an hour?”
You nodded as his hand made its way to the small of your back and he guided you along the sidewalk into the shop.
You laughed as you sat there stirring your second drink: the free refill the shop offered if you sat and stuck around. Ari had just finished telling you about the time his pants had snagged on a tree when he was miles away from any sort of refuge or spare clothing, leaving his cheeks in the breeze until he could run the two miles back to the cabin to change. Your face began to grow red, you could feel it. You knew you’d never be able to get the thought of his ass in those ranger shorts out of your head, or better yet, out of those ranger shorts.
He spoke through his own hearty laughter. “Yeah, learned that one the hard way. From then on, I vowed to always keep at least two sets of backup clothing in the truck, and in my duffel if I’ve got to respond to a call.”
You laughed and stirred your drink again before taking another sip, while something stirred deep in Ari’s core. He was staring at you so intently and hung onto every word you said. Part of you wished he’d keep those pretty blue eyes to himself, while another part of you wanted to lean closer and fall into them.
Over the period of your conversation, the two of you had somehow shifted closer to each other. Everything was just flowing so well.
“I can relate to that too easily. It was probably three months into me getting my SUV I’ve got parked out there and I was visiting my mom. On the drive over, it was sunny with clear skies, so I had the windows down and sunroof open when I parked it in her driveway.”
Ari giggled. The gruff tree of a man in front of you giggled and you couldn’t help your gaze that dropped to his pink lips. “I can already see where this is going.”
You snapped yourself back, laughing distractedly. “Oh yeah, as soon as I got in there and convinced myself I had definitely closed the sunroof, the sky opened up. When I left after dinner, I was greeted by soaked seats and full cup holders.”
Ari’s jaw dropped. “Yeah, yeah, that’s not even the best part. Besides the fact that I had to sit in a soaked seat on the way home, when I took the first big turn on the drive, water started leaking out of the overhead lights. You know the ones up by the rear view mirror? I don’t even know how it got in there!”
Ari was snorting at your story. Your genuine nature charmed him and he appreciated how you were able to laugh with him over silly mistakes. He noticed how long it had been since he’d taken this much joy in human interaction, heck, he realized it’s been so long since he’s really interacted with another person, period. The bartender and the other rangers didn’t count. Ari’s eyes continued to roam your features as you passionately told your story, a reminiscent smile on your face. A lace of humor that could retrospectively cover the embarrassing moment.
“Ever since then, I’ve carried at least three towels in the trunk. And also a change of clothes, just like you. It took all night for me to dry out the seats my garage. Had to open all the doors and run a box fan.”
Ari laughed and shook his head. “Well, cheers to learning from mistakes and always being prepared.”
You nodded, eyebrows raised in agreement, as you raised your coffee cup to meet his. “Amen to that. I knew you were a ranger for a reason. And I’ve been told I was a boy scout in another life.”
The two of you sipped your drinks and laughed together. You were surprised how a conversation as mundane as this could be so entertaining. Seriously, who took up twenty minutes just to note how prepared they were by keeping spares of everything possible on their person?
Wait. Twenty minutes on that one subject? And you’d discussed several before? What time was it!?
You checked your watch and your eyes got wide. You’d been sitting here with Ari for two hours. “Oh my gosh. I didn’t even realize how much time has passed! I really have to go and get back to my actual life. I should’ve been gone an hour ago!”
You frantically started gathering your things.
Ari stood from his chair, causing it to skid against the floor, watching you pack up and unsure what to do. “Wait, can I see you again sometime?”
“That’d be great but I don’t have time to exchange numbers.” You debated chugging the rest of your coffee, opting for the smarter decision of just carrying it back with you.
“There’s a bar two blocks down from here. Share a drink with me Friday night?”
“Perfect.” You threw over your shoulder as you rushed out the door and back down the sidewalk.
You didn’t have it in your to tell a guy like him ‘no’ to a request as simple as that. Ari looked like the kind of guy who would just love and leave, but his behavior said otherwise. Through your entire time together, he only ever indicated that he cared about you. His eyes never left yours, he asked you questions about the stories you told him. But was it too good to be true? Maybe you should just save yourself the trouble you thought as you got back into your car.
No. You’d played with fire like this before, but this time, for some reason, you didn’t fear you’d get burned.
Ari flopped back down in his chair after you left. He should probably get back to the ranger station soon, but he needed time to gather his thoughts.
He was finally relearning himself, and he had no plans on adding someone else back into the equation. Was it too soon?
He wanted to let you in, let you uproot his life from the inside. But he didn’t think it’d be wrecked. It would be rebuilt, regrown like the flower buds on the trees in spring. Everything about you seemed to shine so bright, like the rays from the sun he loved to watch filter through the leaves and hit the forest floor. Even through the clouds, his and your own that you both seemed to carry, something was glowing and warming up, he could feel them dissipating.
This feeling, the whole day and time with you, it felt like a movie he’s seen, but he didn’t believe it could be true. For a second, a tinge of doubt crept into Ari’s mind. What if it didn’t work out? What if this put him back where he started? Alone in that bar drinking doubles. He was quick to push it away, though. That heartache belonged to somebody else. Someone he never wanted to know again.
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ EVANSVIEW UNIVERSITY!
pairings: professor!frank adler x sleazy!bus driver!ari levinson x naive!reader x pervy!lloyd hansen
warnings: dark content, non/dubcon, don’t read if that bothers u pls, general pervert stuff lol, masturbation, dirty thoughts, university stuff, depraved thinking, n i think thats it?
note: not a full fic!! just a lil concept of what me n sab always talks about hehe <3 s’like our lil baby n i wna share it to u all <3
attending a university where your professor is frank adler and all the girls on campus gush over the hot older brunette. how could they not when he walks around the campus with the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt rolled up to his forearms and deep voice booming thru the whole room whenever he speaks. he’s handsome and everyone knows it, he knows it.
so it’s not a suprise for him to use his charm when he set his eyes on you, pretty little you. his star student. walking around with your short skirts and adorable tiny dresses that almost leaves nothing to the imagination. it drives him insane, and sometimes he thinks that you’re doing it on purpose, especially since numerous people have tried shooting their shot on him.
but to his surprise, your naive self doesn’t realize all the longing looks you recieve from people, and the many heads that you turn just with your presence.
so don’t blame him if you walking up to his desk with that sparkle in your eye and the shy smile that grows on your face makes his cock hard as a rock. you’re asking for clarification about one of the questions in his assigned packet but frank can’t focus, no. his mind is full of thoughts about lifting up your skirt and bending you over his desk while he slides your panties to the side so he can ram his cock inside that tight little hole.
maybe he’ll make you ride him in his chair too. but he’ll leave the door unlocked just cause he knows girls like you loves a little risk. he’ll whisper in your ear about how much of a slut you are for letting your professor use your cunt as a stress reliever, and bully his way into your hole while he rubs your nub. oh his cock is twitching under his trousers just at the thought of it.
he snaps out of his thoughts once he hears you ask if you could set up an appointment for a bit of help on the topic, and he tells you that he’s free right this second. thinking that if he plays his cards right, he’ll have you on your knees in a snap. but the frown that replaces your smile makes him curse under his breath, listening to your explanation about your part time job in the library.
guess his desires will have to wait. but don’t worry, he’s a patient man. and what frank wants, frank gets. one way or the other.
your job on the other hand though, is just so lovely. everyday after your classes are over, you take the campus bus while you stare out the window with your headphones plugged in your ears and your curious eyes watching everything move around you.
but the sleazy bus driver, ari levinson, manages to always catch your attention. you learned his name from all the small conversations that he always makes with you, a hybrid of a smile and a smirk always on his face whenever he speaks. he always asks about yourself, your major, what you’re up to, your love life, and sometimes he even makes a comment or two about your sex life.
it makes you confused, but the smile never leaves your face while you answer his intrusive questions, it would be rude not to! and your mama always reminds you of your manners.
plus, mr. levinson is so nice! he always make sure you look your best before you head to work! you got a dirt on your chest? don’t worry, he’ll clean it for you while his fingers make contact with your nipples. the wind is blowing your skirt up? well he’s there to pull it down! he even gives your butt a firm tap and a little squeeze that makes you blush. his hands always linger a little too long, but you don’t mind. after all, a little touch is nothing compared to the service that he provides for the students!
though behind that reliable bus driver facade, lies his true intentions. his head littered with thoughts of just snatching you up and using you inside the bus that you use everyday. make you remember how his cock feels shoved inside you while he drives you to your destination.
he thinks he’ll go slow at first, his left hand covering your mouth while his right holds his base until the tip of his cock meets your drooling hole. maybe he’ll even tease you at first, slap your clit with his cock and rub it through your folds and spread your wetness until he finally push his cock inside you. he bets you’ll like that.
but ari knows you’re just a fragile little girl, and it will take some time til’ he gets to his goal. so he’ll stick to staring and groping you for now.
after you step out the vehicle and give ari a little goodbye wave, you’re off to your favorite place in the university! surrounded by books and quietness that you so need after a stressful day.
most of the work you do is only organizing the books and checking out the items that people get, most of the times the students can fend for themselves. but there’s a regular that’s always apart of your day.
you think he’s an outsider, not really thinking he’s a student since his looks are far from being one and you don’t necessarily think he’s a professor or a staff either. after looking at his library card many times before, you quickly learned that his name is lloyd hansen. the man with a mustache that’s always using one of the computers.
what you don’t know though is how he jerks off his cock under the desk while watching you walk around the room. his cock rock hard and tip an angry red while precum oozes out of his slit. he imagines you licking it up all the time.
he edges himself everytime he does it, he waits until you’re stacking the books and reaches the bottom section. he watches you take the books in your hand and bend over to put them in their rightful places. that way, lloyd can catch a glimpse of your pretty underwear (that he likes to think you wear for him) and it’s what always tips him over the edge.
every single time he makes sure to keep his cum in his hands, and after fixing himself up, he picks up a random book with his messy hand to have an excuse to go over and give it to you. he watches as you take the book in your hand and take notice of the white sticky substance that transferred on your palms. you only complain with a small “oops!” before wiping the wetness on your skirt and giving him a small thank you in return. the action is enough to make his cock hard again.
and everyday it’s the same, perving on the prettiest librarian that he’s ever laid his eyes on and making sure that she leaves with traces of him.
you on the other hand is none the wiser, heart full for the man who always helps you. even though his eyes always seem to be on you and everytime he hands you an object, it always seems to have this wet, sticky substance. but you don’t prod! just happy to have such a nice frequent visitor!
overall, you love attending this university and all the people in it! wether they be a secretly depraved professor, a sleazy bus driver, or a pervy regular! you don’t mind, they just make your day so much better.
#chris evans x reader#frank adler x reader#dark!frank adler#ari levinson x reader#dark!ari levinson#lloyd hansen x reader#dark!lloyd hansen#dark!chris evans x reader#dark!chris evans#ari <3#frank a <3#lloyd <3#bambi’s concepts <3
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It's a full moon's night. Would you rather be a witch dancing with her coven in the moonlight only to be snatched by dark creature by the name of Steve, or be an unwilling sacrifice for ruthless demon overlord who goes by the name Ar?
Hmmm... this has been troubling me for a whole day >:(
But I've finally comes to terms with-
(Warning: Cult, Murder, demon!Ari, mention of creampie and if you squint basement demon wife)
Life does flash before your eyes when the silver dagger cuts into your artery, and your boyfriend's sickening grin lingers in your head since it's the last thing you see before losing consciousness.
It's a full moon tonight, a perfect chance to summon the demon he worships. Not that you know any of it - if you did, you would've run out of the door faster than the speed of light.
"Lord, I brought you the purest of souls, and the freshest of blood, as an offering." Your cult-obsessed boyfriend murmurs, watching with fire in his eyes, as your blood flows through the circle carved onto the ground and forms a ring.
Ari steps out of the portal in mid-air. Crooked horns, sooted claws, goat hooves.
"What do you want, human?" He huffs, not exactly pleased with humans casually dumping souls and blood and bodies as "offerings". As if that's what he wanted if he had a choice.
He's a demon, he eats cooked meat and fresh fruit for Hell's sake.
"To be eternal, my Lor-"
Ari snaps his neck in half.
There. The human soul is eternal. Suffering in Hell.
As for this less-than-decent offering-
His eyes land on you.
You wake up in satin sheets and feathered pillows, crimson veils cover the outside of the large king-sized bed so that you can only see the insides of this space. The air is dry and hot. Only seconds have passed before you begin (or realize) that you are sweating. Clear of clothing, stripped naked, with a long-haired man looking at you with his burning eyes sitting in front of you.
"Who are you? What have you done to me?" You claw for the sheets, desperately trying to cover your body.
He likes you. He decides to keep you.
He feeds you fruits and meat by hand (you protested about the lack of utensils, but your disagreements quickly die down when he feasts on your body). The sex is amazing, he'd push his huge demon cock into your tiny holes and fill each and every one of them to the brim (if not leaking). And he would carry you to bed. Clothing is never an option. You can choose between his gown or the thin piece of veil he prepares for you - neither is satisfying enough but that's what you make do with when he's not around.
He rips them off you when he's around.
It's almost impossible to choose between stevie and ariii <333 (my heart is certainly big enough for them both and I want them to have their ways with me with no mercy pls
Thank you for this ask :3
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(nsfw-ish) daddy!chris and his favorite girl ♡
note: my moodboard, but pics are from pinterest/tumblr! reblogs and likes are appreciated <3
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becca, ari levinson is a filthy man and i love it 😩 but can you imagine stepdad ari fucking you on the kitchen counter while guests are in the room over. he could barely hold himself together seeing you in a cute dress, catching a glimpse of your panties when you ✨bent down✨ to pick something up 🤭
No bc Ari is filthy but Stepdad!Ari fucks
I can imagine him getting so risky with it because he gets off on knowing that there are guests in the next room over.
You've been teasing him all evening, running your hand across those broad shoulders, letting your touch linger just a little longer than you should. He also noticed how you'd been bending over in front of him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up the bare thighs he spends so long worshipping. He snapped when you set his dessert down in front of him, getting so close that only he could hear you whisper "you'll get a sweeter dessert later, sir." right against his ear.
That did it for him, your heart pounding in the short space between the dining table and the kitchen door while your stepfather made your apologies to a room full of people that weren't listening anyway.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, his words soaked in venom. "Are you trying to get caught?"
The correct answer is 'no' but your brain and your mouth didn't connect before you started speaking. "I can't help it, sir." Your voice is almost a whimper as the door closes, Ari leading you by the waist around to the other side of the kitchen counter.
"You can't help it? Even after I fucked you this morning? Your legs were shaking when I left your room and now you need more? You just don't quit." Ari bends you over the counter, facing the door you've just come through before running a huge hand up the inside of your thigh while the other presses down on the small of your back. No panties. And you're soaking wet.
You hear a low groan from him, one that makes your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips drifting between your slick folds.
"Fuck, haven't laid a hand on you and you've got yourself all worked up. We're gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart." He knows he can't drag this out the way he'd like to. Someone is bound to need something from the kitchen within just a few minutes but now you've started, neither of you can stop.
You feel him slipping into you slowly, the blunt head of his cock breeching your hole, pressing deeper until he's slid home and there's no feeling quite like it. "Good girl, that's it. This dick is all yours." He coos softly, giving you just a second before he's pulled back and slammed into you once more.
"Keep an eye on the door, baby. You wanted all those people to see you be a little slut for me. This might be your big chance." His teeth are gritted, trying to work himself to orgasm while rubbing your clit frantically to tear yours from you too.
It takes everything in you not to wail at the pleasure. It feels incredible, getting what you wanted, being pinned to the counter and fucked frantically but you know you can't vocalise that.
"Gonna cum inside you, sweets. Don't want you to clean it up either. You're gonna go back in there and sit at that table with your legs crossed so my cum doesn't leak out. Wanna lick it out of you later. You promised me a sweet dessert, remember?"
#asks answered <3#anon#becca writes spice#stepdad!ari#ari levinson smut#tw: stepcest#I went for bottomless brunch with the girls last Sunday#just a day drinking session tbh#we started at 1pm#and went until about 10pm#and we ended in a pretty little outdoor bar that has live music and good cocktails#I ordered a round of cocktails for us all and I felt really bad bc they were busy and we'd ordered a different cocktail each#so I asked the bartender to add a tip on before he rung it through the card machine#but he refused and said he'd rather have my number instead#tbh I forgot all about it#and I've just woken up to a text asking if I want to go out for a drink tonight#I honestly couldn't be less interested in anything like that rn#I'm very happy in my bed#listening to Taylor Swift and writing poetry#and whatever tf this was
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Chris Evans as Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort(2019),
requested by anon🤙
#chris evans#evansedit#filmedit#dailynetflix#the red sea diving resort#ari levinson#so sorry for late#hope you like <3#myedit#*mine: gifs#thanks for the request!
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mdni 18+! seriously pls go away if ur under 18! fall works for every day of october! some scary, some cozy, and almost always smutty. probably shouldn’t have called this ‘kinktober’ as not every day will be a kink, yolo. a lot of works will include ddlg themes, size kink, daddy kink, fem!reader and hyper feminine themes. you are responsible for your own media consumption. all pieces will have warnings at the beginning of their works. wishing you all the spookiest, ghoulish october ever! 🙀
masterlist ! navigation ! support my work
01. The Lion and The Lamb, Part One. (vampire!king!eddie munson x princess!reader)
02. Subdrop (dom!steve harrington x sub!reader)
03. Sapphic Age Gap (MILF!Nancy Wheeler x reader)
04. Trick or Treat (Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader) [plot has changed to a halloween party!]
05. First time parents (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
06. Sugar Daddy (CEO!Steve Rogers x reader)
07. Size Kink (Daddy!Ari Levinson x reader)
08. Overstimulation (Bodyguard!James Potter x Princess!reader)
09. Age Gap (DILF!Joel Miller x reader)
10. Dacryphilia (Daryl Dixon x younger!reader)
11. Hot cocoa and kisses (Daddy!Ari Levinson x Little!reader)
12. Mommy Kink (Nancy Wheeler x reader)
13. Daddy Kink (Daryl Dixon x reader)
14. Dry Humping (Eddie Munson x reader)
15. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Two. (Vampire!King!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader)
16. Stockholm Syndrome (dark!rick Grimes x reader)
17. Make-up sex (Remus Lupin x reader)
18. Cock Warming (Ron Weasley x reader)
19. A/B/O (Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader)
20. Babysitter (Joel Miller x reader)
21. Serial Killers (Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Ghostface!Eddie Munson x reader)
22. Safe Word (Steve Harrington x crybaby!reader)
23. Body Worship (Joel Miller x reader)
24. On The Run (Psycho!Eddie Munson x Psycho!reader)
25. Dumbification (Daryl Dixon x crybaby!reader)
26. Stepbrother (Stepbrother!Peter Parker x Stepsister!reader)
27. Thigh Riding (Dom!Remus Lupin x Sub!reader)
28. Brat Taming (Dom!Eddie x Sub!reader)
29. Refrigerator light (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
30. Pet Play (Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!reader)
31. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Three. (Vampire!King!Eddie x Princess!reader)
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Tennesse Whiskey
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Black!reader
Warnings: Slight angst, future smut (Just not this part), Swearing, size kink??, 18+ minors dni
A/N: First fic, hope you guys like! I'm open to criticism and I kind of suck at writing so please let me know how I can improve! I wanted to have this up as soon as possible so Ya'll have something you can read.
Read pt. 2:
Word count: 2.5k
You were tired. Tired of everything around you, your miserable boyfriend who you knew was cheating on you but had no evidence of it. Well besides the lipgloss on his collared shirts and him coming home smelling like a cheap Bath and Body Works spray. You couldn’t exactly put your finger on it but you thought it was their Japanese Cherry Blossom scent. That old bitch. You thought to yourself, you never knew Jake to like older women. You huffed as you shut the engine of your Ford pickup off, it was cherry red and while it was an old car, it was your baby. The first car your grandparents gave you actually, right before you left to move to Jake’s hometown right in the middle of nowhere Georgia. You had a promising career before this, all of your family would constantly tell you, “Oh she’s going places,” “Her future's so bright.” and it was until you met Jake. You were bright eyed and bushy tailed when you met him and he just knew how to suck that joy and light right out of you. A neon sign flashed above your head. “3 Drunk Bears Pub,” you knew you had told Hursh to fix that sign but he never wanted to spend the money for it. ‘3 Drunk Bears’ was your current job and while it wasn’t what you wanted to do with your life, Hursh the owner understood your situation and immediately let you join the team after you told him you were saving enough up to move back to Washington state. So this was your life now, bartending at a small pub to leave your bum of a boyfriend behind. As you walked closer to the building you heard the music through the doors, it was smooth and mellow, the type of music you loved. Whoever was in control of the jukebox had good taste, you thought. The door chimed open and you were immediately greeted by Hursh standing behind the bar wiping the counter. Looking around you took notice that there were only a few customers tonight, which was odd since it was a Friday night before a big football game the next day. You walked around and pushed through the cafe door at the bottom of the counter.
“Y/N! How ya’ doin tonight honey bun?” his southern accent rang out. It made you smile wide. Even if your life was shit, Hursh and his family were a little bit of a light at the end of the tunnel.
“Hursh, I told you to stop calling me honey bun,” you warned playfully before smiling back, “I’m fine though! How’s Laurie and the little ones?” His face immediately lit up at the mention of his growing family. Laurie was his wife and they had 3 kids and one on the way. You always made fun of them because all of their children were under the age of 5. In fact when Laurie came by to tell you the news during a day shift your first response was to slap Hursh with a towel and yell “Stay off of her!” repeatedly until he slipped on the freshly mopped floor. Hursh’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
“They’re fine! Laurie’s tired of being pregnant and my two youngest are learning their ABCs! My oldest is getting ready to start pre-k next fall!” You smiled in response and then his smile dropped, “Listen Y/N I- I know you hate working the bar and you have been the ONLY one working it these last few shifts, but I ain’t got no one else tonight. Y’know Curtis would pitch a fit, that asswipe, and you know the girl’s that wait tables don’t know how to do shit. I told Laurie about hiring them and she didn’t listen-”
“I’ll do it Hursh, it’s fine,” you interrupted, sighing. Hursh released a breath. He hugged you from the side and kissed your head.
“You are a doll honey bun! I owe you one!” he spoke before disappearing into the back door where the kitchen was. You grumbled to yourself about how much he would end up owing you.
You looked up to the digital clock in the back of the bar, 12:15 A.M, You rolled your eyes, the neon lights from the clock glared back at you. The bar was still dead besides the few regulars and a group of obnoxious guys in the corner who were off their ass. But there was someone in the far dark corner of the bar who was sitting quietly. He hadn’t ordered anything and he’d been here for over an hour at this point. Whoever it was, you could tell that he was big, but you just couldn’t see his face and it was consistently pointed downwards under a baseball cap he was sporting. Hursh poked his head out of the back, “Hey doll, a big bar got shut down in the city of downtown, expect a bunch of drunk college kids here soon. Also tell the people at the bar if they aren’t gonna order anything, they needa’ get lost. Remember, ya’ only get tips if they buy somethin’.” You rolled your eyes at him before making your way towards the man in the corner.
“Uh, excuse me sir, I don’t mean to be rude or anything but my boss said that if you aren’t gonna order something, I’ve got to ask you to leave,” You spoke trying to seem as tough as possible. The man lifted his head before reaching around and pulling off his baseball cap which let you get a good look at his face. He had a full beard that wrapped completely around his jaw and it was thick. His eyes were a stark blue and absolutely gorgeous, and his hair, oh his hair was amazing, thick and shaggy but perfect. Your breath caught in your throat as he smiled at you. Ari thought you were perfect, just the right size. He found your height so cute and he wouldn’t mind toting you around on his arm.
“That’s alright, I was just waitin’ on ya’ to make ya’ way over to me. Not from around here, not so sure how bars work in Georgia. I’ll have whiskey, straight please, sweet cheeks,” he spoke, his voice was like velvet and it made your knees wobble. You smiled tightly and nodded, you would’ve spoken back but you were nervous that your words would get stuck in your throat. You poured his drink before going back over to him and sliding it his way. “Thanks sweet cheeks. You’re gorgeous by the way, the name’s Ari. Ari Levinson.” You smiled awkwardly before responding.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” In order to avoid his blue eyes you looked down towards the counter and picked at the same stain that you had been trying to get off for the past two months. He smirked at that, automatically realizing his effect on you. The door chimed open and the whooping of college students filled the calm pub. While you were excited that you could finally leave the hot air that had crowded the two of you, college rushes almost guaranteed that you would basically be harassed by the horny college students.
“Aye sexy mama! Bring big daddy a beer!” you heard someone yell from the other side of the bar. Oh, you just knew that they were going to work your last nerve tonight and it was just 12.
Dipping into the cooler beneath the counter you grab a beer and walk to the other side of the bar before handing the man a drink with a tight-lipped smile and moving on to help the other customers.
Ari watched you float from one end to the bar to the other, occasionally looking in his direction. You knew he was watching you and it made Ari smile. He wanted you to know he wanted you. Ari watched your hips sway and took notice of how nice your ass looked in those black jeans. It almost made him groan out loud.
“Aye Sexy I need anotha’’ beer over here!” The same man from earlier shouted. This was his 4th beer and Ari was watching him closely. Everytime he asked for another beer, he would try to grab you or he would say something out of the way and it was pissing Ari off. He watched you visibly cringed as you walked the 4th beer over to the noticeably drunk college student. When you went to hand it to him, Ari had seen enough. The fucker had the nerve to grab your head and bring it to his mouth before kissing it. Ari knew it made you uncomfortable without even seeing your face, he just saw the subtle way your body tensed up and shuddered uncomfortably when the man stood up to whisper something in your ear. Ari threw the last bit of his whiskey back before slamming the cup down and making his way towards the man on the other end of the bar.
“Get your fucking hands off the pretty lady,” He stated calmly, looming over the man who just then noticed Ari’s presence. He let go of your hand and only then did Ari notice you rub the area where his grip was, even with your skin tone, it was beet red which made Ari snarl. The man looked up at Ari with a bored look.
“You must be the slut’s man,huh? Tell me something, is she as good in bed as she looks, I mean with that behind you must be putting in real wor-” The man was cut off when Ari grabbed his head and slammed him into the wooden bar. He made a garbled noise before Ari lifted his head back up and punched him twice before kicking him in the calf making his knees give out. You and the other patrons could only watch. Some of the college boys were yelling and the other customers watched with hands over their mouths, but no one dared to jump in. See, Ari was a large man, had to be at least 6 '4 and he was a large boy, his nickname as a child was actually “Bear” and no one dared to mess with him or his 2 older brothers. He was brooding but a sweetheart and that’s why his mother opted to redoing his nickname as teddy, but only she could call him that, him being a certified mama’s boy. The door slammed open and Hursh walked out with a pistol.
“What the hell is goin’ on out hea’? Everybody out!” He screamed, taking the safety off of the gun. All of the patrons got the hint immediately, everyone in town knowing Hursh wasn’t one to play around. Ari stopped and dropped the man onto the ground, and once you did, you had never seen someone run so fast out of that bar before.
“Hursh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” you tried to reason, feeling bad because he had lost all of his customers.
“Don’t worry about it honey bun get home safe, and you,” he pointed to Ari, who was now fixing the collar of his flannel and smoothing the rest of his clothes, “You ever need a job as a security guard, I’m your guy, but please don’t destroy my bar.” Hursh winked at you before yelling to the other workers that they were free to go. You grabbed your purse not sparing a glance at Ari, and walked out of the pub as quickly as you could, Ari following you. Making your way through the vacated parking lot to your pick up, you took notice to the sound of Ari behind you. Once you made it to your truck you turned around and stopped him.
“Look Ari, I appreciate the help but if you expect anything in return for saving my ass in there you are sadly mistaken, I’m not that kind of girl,” You spoke, poking a long nail into his chest. Your heart fell to your ass when he started laughing, it wasn’t a chuckle nor a giggle, but a full on belly laugh, he even doubled over and slapped his knee.
“I don’t want nothin’ mama, just wantin’ to make sure you got to your car safe,” he said once his laughter had subsided. You fought the urge to smile at him, before you put back up your facade.
“Well I’m here, so you’re good.” You opened the door of the pick up and hopped in putting the key into the ignition. Ari stood there still watching you. You turned the key, nothing. You turned it again and it spluttered, nothing. Again, nothing. You hit the steering wheel, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ari knocked on the window.
“Needa’ ride mama?” He smiled before pulling your car door open and leading you to his Jeep on the other side of the parking lot.
That’s how you got here, pulling down the street where Jake’s house was located while some mellow 80s song played lowly in the background. “I’m sorry about tonight, mama, I just don’t take too kindly to disrespecting women, I would kill someone if that ever happened to my little sister,” Ari broke the silence, slowing down to the house you had pointed to and pulling into the driveway. You smiled kindly at him.
“Sorry for being a bitch about it, I appreciate you for standing up for me,” You spoke back, letting silence fill the car again. He turned off the ignition and you went to open the door before you saw something. Jake was stumbling down the steps of the front porch of the house. You could tell he had been drinking. “I just can’t win,” You let out, exasperated.
“This your boyfriend?” He said, watching Jake closely. You nodded and slapped your forehead, watching as Jake made his way to the car. You opened the door before Ari could protest and hopped out.
“This the dude you’ve been cheating on me with, you slut?” Jake asked as he walked closer to you.
“Oh shut the fuck up Jake you’ve been cheating on me for FOREVER now! Plus I just met this man, I’m not you! Calling me a slut is like the pot calling the kettle black You grade A asshole,” You spat trying to make your way into the house. Jake ran behind you and tried to grab onto your hair but he missed and you turned around and slapped him before he got the chance to hit you. “Fuck you Jake! Fuck you!” You turned back to Ari’s Jeep and walked towards it as Jake stood there and held his face.
“You know you can’t get rid of me bitch! I’m all you’ve ever known!” Jake yelled as he stumbled back towards the house. You turned and flicked him off before swinging Ari’s door open and hopping back in.
“Ari I don’t care where you take me, just get me the hell away from here,” you said as you gritted your teeth. Ari smiled at you.
“Don’t gotta ask me twice mama!” He winked at you before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway.
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You have Ari wips? ☺️ if you're up for it, may we have a nibble of something ip?
hi needle ☺️🫶🏻 have a snippet from one of my oldest wips, arranged marriage a/b/o duke!ari x princess!reader AU, (asian/desi coded as always but no description)
His hands guide yours off your clothes but he doesn't try to loosen your skirts. Instead, he slides closer on the bench, pulling you onto his lap and enclosing you in the fold of his arms.
"This is a hug, sweetest. Have you… have you never had one?"
Muted by the cloak of his scent, you shake your head. His heart beats under your ear, a steady even pound that soothes the bristling creature in your head. It's so warm, so dark where you're pressed up against his chest, hidden away in his arms. Safe. You're so safe cradled here. It makes you want to nuzzle his neck and breathe in his thick musk until you’re lightheaded, take liberties with this kind Alpha without his leave.
The wetness of your tears doesn't register immediately, but when it does, it's with a jolt of panic that makes you twist away.
long rambling under the cut :^))
i've wanted to write a palace setting ever since i started writing fic, especially during quarantine when i was consuming stuff like bajirao mastani and a shitload of tvb historical dramas. i think about what it must have been like to grow up in a harem, to fight for dignity and respect that should have been given to you, to have to hide your softness and be strong and sharp and smart unless you wanted to get killed by another concubine.
i also think about how physical touch is something so forbidden in many asian cultures and how much im starved for contact. i think about how emotional i am, how many tears i can cry at a time, and how my mom never ever cries when things get tough because it's natural for her to process rationally and logically. she's not broken or missing anything in the same way that someone with autism isnt broken for experiencing life and emotion differently. im not looking to demonizing one culture or another and i definitely not making this into an east vs west white savior thing.
but growing up, i didnt know what to do. it was a big learning process solved by communicating what i needed. i recommend this comic by ruth chan which is very healing
so, this fic is an illustration of the balancing act i've finally kinda mastered after 20 years. duchess isnt there yet, she's still struggling to accept that she's more emotional than what her culture prescribes as proper and appropriate and that she can't control it. because she was never taught why or how and how to feel safe communicating this with someone she trusts.
i thought it'd be interesting to put all of this in the context of a/b/o which we know deals a lot with physical touch and instinct and emotions. i wanted to see how different origins and traditions create miscommunications. and ari is the perfect vehicle for this. it's going to hurt so much (sorry duchess) and then he's going to be a soothing balm for us all.
it's all so very very complicated and close to my heart. thats why it's taking so long :'))
i also understand that this is reader with a lot of personality, one that you (general you) may not vibe with and i say thats valid. jjst please move on if she bothers you or if you feel like you cant connect with the fic.
that being said, even if she's was not written for you, i hope you can still try to understand her and feel affection for her and the story
@punemy-spotted duchess mention <3
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Daddy’s best friend (3)
Title: Daddy’s best friend (3)
Prompt filled for @writersmonth: Day 29 - word: bond
Summary: You come home for the last time before finishing your study. Bad timing. Not only does your father’s best friend occupy your room, but your father has a new woman by his side too.
Pairing: Ari Levinson x brat!Reader
Warnings: language, angst, your father is an ass, Sunny is the worst, mentions of toxic relationship, tension, making out/public making out, grinding, almost smut, daddy kink, arguments
Words: 1,7 k
<< Part 2
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“Honeybunny, what are you doing,” your father hurriedly makes his way toward you and Ari. While you are busy licking your lips clean to taste your father’s best friend a little longer, Ari puts one of your suitcases into your trunk. “I know it’s hard to adapt. Having a new stepmother can be hard.”
“Don’t-“ you twirl around to jab two fingers into your father’s chest, “you dare to call that woman mother. She’s not and never will be my mother. Your lovely Sunny is nothing but a cold-digging bitch. I can’t believe you are so blinded by your erection that you abandon your daughter.”
“Y/N, you’re not a child anymore,” you turn back around to help Ari with your luggage. “Maybe you should go to a hotel for a few days, and we can meet up for a coffee.”
“I told you about my conditions.”
“I can’t kick Sunny out. She’s going to become my wife, Y/N. Honeybunny, don’t you want your daddy to be happy,” your father almost whines. You almost pity him, almost…
“I want nothing more than seeing you happy, dad,” turning back around you sniffle. “If only you would look for a woman your age, or at least someone with more brain cells than a guppy.” You frown at your words. “No, wait. That’s not the problem. I can live with someone who’s not the smartest but not a bitch telling me I can’t come home. And you let her.”
“I want you to calm down and do as I say,” Ari huffs as your father tries to sweet talk his way out of this fucked up situation. “Honeybunny…please.”
“Her or me, dad. Make your decision, now,” you cross your arms over your chest and look at your father with teary eyes. “She didn’t even try to be nice. The first moment she saw me, Sunny attacked me and didn’t let up.”
“Y/N, I-“ you slap his hand away when he tries to touch your cheek.
“Whoa…you’re such an asshole. You tell me all the time Ransom is not good enough for me. You know what, you are the one pushing me back into his arms,” you chuckle humorlessly. “You made your decision.”
You turn around to not show your father the tears running down your face.
“Y/F/N, just leave her alone for a while,” Ari steps in when your father tries to hug you from behind.
“I’ll call a mover first thing in the morning,” you wipe your eyes. “If that whore touches one thing in my room, I’ll cut her hands off. Don’t you worry, I’ll never bother you again. From this day on, you are dead to me.”
“I can get your things,” Ari offers. “Uh-I got to get my shit too. No problem, pumpkin.” You whip your head toward Ari to give him a cracked smile. “We can get here and pack up all your things.”
“Ari, you can’t be serious right now. I won’t allow her to go back to Ransom Drysdale,” your father mutters. “She will calm down and we can talk things out.”
“No,” you turn around, not missing the pained expression on your father’s face when he sees your tears. “You made clear that you will choose that woman over me any time of the day. You’re not a father, only a pathetic excuse of a man. If she leaves you one day,” you snarl, “and believe me little miss sunshine will leave you. Don’t come crawling back to me.”
“I should go back inside,” your father turns around and leaves you there. Speechless and torn. “If you want to talk to me, you know where to find me.”
“Like hell!” you turn back around to storm toward your car, huffing as Ari expectantly looks at you. “Fuck it!” while your father turns back around you fist Ari’s shirt to bring him down for a messy kiss. “He can eat shit.”
You walk backward and drag Ari toward your car. “Pumpkin, what are you doing,” Ari yelps as you harshly tug at his shirt. He ends up on top of you and presses you into the hood of your car. “Fuck, Y/N.”
Ari purrs against your lips as you spread your legs to wrap them around his waistline to grind against his growing erection. “What does it look like, Levinson? You wanted to be my daddy, show me how well you can take care of me.”
“I don’t want to fuck you only to-“ you silence his protests with your lips, moaning as he grips your thighs to spread you wider. Ari grinds into you, making you gasp as he shamelessly devours your mouth.
“ARI LEVINSON! Take your hands off my daughter,” giving a shit on your father and the fact that he yells at you and Ari, you shamelessly make out on your car. “You have been my friend for the longest time if you don’t leave my daughter alone.”
“Yeah, well…about that,” Ari parts from you only to breathe again. “I rather have your daughter than you. You’re not the man I always admired, and—” you giggle as Ari squeezes one boob, “I’d like to fuck Y/N.”
“She’s younger than you! How dare you…pervert!” your father is close to attacking his friend. He tugs at Ari’s shirt, making the man on top of you laugh as you wrap your arms around his back. “Get off her!”
“Says the man fucking a girl half his age,” you smirk as Ari rolls his hips two, three more times. “Stay out of my business. You can fuck blondie and I’ll ride Ari’s dick.”
“You’re acting like a needy slut right now,” flinching at your father’s harsh tone and the insults he throws at you, you bury your face in Ari’s neck. “No wonder you spend so much time with Ransom Drysdale.”
Your father storms off and slams the door shut behind him. “I’m sorry Y/F/N is such an asshole. A midlife crisis can be hell, but this doesn’t mean he should abandon his sweet daughter.”
“Oh, didn’t you hear? I’m a slut now,” you fall back onto the hood and close your eyes. “I can’t believe he breaks our bond, the bond of father and daughter for some pussy. He’s such an asshole.”
“Let me drive you to my house, pumpkin. You shouldn’t be alone now,” Ari pushes off you and holds out his hand. “Come on, Y/N.”
“I hate them all so much,” you sniffle. “All men in my life replaced me with some other girl. Dad, James…Ransom. Ran believes I don’t know he fucks other bitches when he’s not with me. I’m not stupid, you know. He doesn’t even like me.”
“I get it,” you finally sit up and take Ari’s offered hand. You let him help you get off the hood, “being with him was better than being alone. I know the feeling all too well, pumpkin. I stayed married for the very same reason.”
“The guestroom is down the hallway to the left,” Ari points at a door, but you barely hear him. Your father’s words still echo in your mind. “Pumpkin, did you listen?”
“Can I sleep in your bedroom tonight?” you turn toward Ari. “Please.”
“I won’t have sex with you only as you feel lonely, or your father was an asshole. I don’t want you to regret it,” he cups your cheek to look you deep in the eyes. “If I have sex with you, I want it to be…”
“Don’t give me that you want it to be special and romantic crap,” huffing you refuse to lean into Ari’s touch. “All guys pretend to be romantic only to rut into you, grunting while not even trying to make you cum.”
“Ransom too?” he quips.
“Nah, at least he was good at fucking. Ransom doesn’t do lovemaking, but he makes you cum,” Ari makes an odd noise. He moves his hand to the back of your neck to crush his lips onto yours.
“You won’t fuck him again. This is my job from now on,” he kisses you again, slower, and gentle this time. “Just not now. You need to calm down, and we will get your shit from your father’s house first. After you settled in, we will do it like rabbits.”
“Promised,” you roughly cup his crotch to check out if he’s packing. “Damn, yes. You have this big dick energy for a reason.”
“Yeah,” he licks into your mouth, groaning as you fondle his cock. “Baby, you will stop. I can’t have you now. We will take this slow.”
“I want you, Ari,” you purr against his lips. “Don’t make me beg. I hate to beg for cock.”
“You’ll get it,” he cups your face. Ari greedily claims your lips again. “I promise to christen my whole fucking house with you, pumpkin. Have a little patience.”
“Patience is not my strength,” he laughs now.
“I know, baby. It’s just the wrong time to have sex,” Ari inhales sharply as you pat his cock. “Do you know how hard it is to resist you?”
“I will hold you to that, Ari Levinson,” you squeeze his cock through his pants. “Now, where can I have a shower?”
“I’ll show you the way…”
“Stop staring at the phone,” Ari snatches your phone out of your hands. “What are you waiting for? A call from Ransom?”
“No-“ you shake your head. “I’m done with Ransom. He didn’t even call to ask if I came home safely. Ran doesn’t give a shit about me. Just like my father.”
Ari places a plate with food in front of you. “Eat something, pumpkin. I want you to eat properly.”
“I could just eat your dick,” you move closer to straddle his lap and grind against him. “Come on, give me that cock. I wanna be a bad girl tonight, Ari.”
“You want to be bad,” he looks up at you with darkened eyes. “How bad do you want to be, pumpkin? Do you want to show everyone you are my girl now? That only daddy can fuck you from now on.”
Ari growls as you slowly take off your shirt o reveal you are not wearing a bra.
“Very bad, daddy,” you place your hands on his shoulders. “Please fuck me.”
“I want you to do one thing first.”
“Everything,” you breathe against his lips.
“Call Ransom and tell him that you are over,” he holds your phone in front of your face. Now…”
>> Part 3.5
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✨spicy link ✨this is fk!ari you can’t convince me otherwise 😵💫🫠
when I tell you I’m up at night thinking about this like god damn
oh my 😵💫 you're so right
You've lost count of how many positions he's put you in and after the most recent one, you're surprised you could still breathe. Even now the oxygen feels thin, as though he's still above you, squishing you into the mattress as he pounds into your cunt.
His deep groans pull you under, small gasps puffing from your swollen lips as your head falls in the crook of his elbow. You manage a weak cry of his name as he slips a finger alongside his cock, stretching your sore hole even wider.
"Look at yourself, sugar, so damn pretty." He murmurs against your cheek, eyes locked on yours through the reflection. "Aren't you glad you stayed home with me?"
Your yes comes out more like a whisper but Ari hears you loud and clear.
"Think you could take another?" His hips stutter when you clench around him tightly, nearly suffocating him, "f-fuck, you gotta relax, sugar."
When Ari convinced you to call in sick today, you assumed that you'd have a relaxing day in, maybe watch a few movies and order food from that new restaurant you've been wanting to try. You didn't expect an hours-long fuckfest where he had you on every surface of his trailer, pounding every thought from your head, pumping you full of his seed twice already, and making you come far more than that.
"You wanna try for me, baby?" He rasps, kissing down your sweaty neck, taking out his fingers to gather his previous load and smear it up to your swollen clit, "gonna let daddy stuff your pretty cunt until you can't take anymore?"
"I-I can try," you whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks, "but you're, uh—so b-big, daddy."
"I know, sugar, daddy knows. But look at you," He keeps your head facing towards the mirror, "look how fuckin' pretty you are when you're all used and dumb—daddy wants to see just how pretty you could get. Is that okay?"
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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 3
A/N: Trigger warnings for mention of blood/mild violence/bruising/wounds
It was difficult not to be distracted by the appearance of raindrops that rolled down the clear glass of the music room. It was almost as difficult to ignore the rain as it was to look past the overhanging clouds that gave the city an inauspicious and dismal appearance.
The forecast had been calling for rain for the past seven days, each consecutive day supposedly going to be barraged with precipitation and yet only today had the city gotten any.
It would have bothered you if you hadn’t been staying later to collaborate on a project with one of the other music composition students. You would’ve been concerned about trying to make it back to your apartment in the dreary weather, even if the rain had already stopped, but seeing as how you’d be working late you figured the rain would stop.
Although the longer you watched the rain while your classmate worked, the quicker you had become doubtful that the clouds would lift and the rain would stop. It was a heavy and trodden blanket that hung over the city, the rain and the dense burrowing clouds adding yet another layer of darkness.
“I can walk you home.” Your classmate and collaborator, Ryan Beauchamp, had offered you a ride when he was done.
Normally you would’ve taken him up on the offer although the prospect of staying another hour past what you already had seemed worse than facing the weather.
You appreciated the offer anyway, you said as much when you gathered your notes and the composition pages and tucked them into your bag. You knew Ryan was a good friend and more trustworthy than most college guys you knew.
Ryan was a brother to three younger sisters and he’d liked to consider himself a universal campus big brother. He had chided you more than once for trying to walk home on a particularly cold night, or when he was worried about you running into trouble.
You’d told him countless times when you were working together that the walk was short and it was safe enough.
Once you got off campus onto the main road you only had a fifteen-minute walk and you would pass a few places that were open late in case you needed somewhere to hide if anything had happened. It was a reoccurring event that you’d grown used to in the past three weeks while working on the project with Ryan.
You would gather all your composition papers and notes, all the thoughts and ideas in your head that you’d bounced off each other, shove them into your bag and then start to head to the exit with him. Ryan and yourself would make small talk, insignificant conversation before you’d part ways.
That night had been no different, to your relief the raindrops that had barraged the portion of the city you were in had stopped, the cement drenched and pooling in sections of the surface. You started your trek through campus as usual, avoiding the grass that was soaked headily with moisture only stopping once you’d stepped off campus to find your phone.
It was the message you’d gotten from your roommate that was the catalyst for your night gone to hell, the innocent message asking you to stop at the drugstore on the way home to pick up her prescription.
It was a simple request, an errand that you hadn’t thought twice about doing since you were closest and the pharmacist was closing soon.
Your roommate wouldn’t have made it to the drugstore before they closed and she needed the medicine for the morning, a problem that you hadn’t minded helping her with. It was a detour that you had made before, the quick stop at the pharmacy wouldn’t add but minutes to your trip home from university—a short errand that bled into a flurried hell that you couldn’t escape.
It was nothing but a moment between stepping outside the pharmacy with your roommate’s prescription in your bag, to the pained and wounded cry that called you toward a side street near the drugstore.
You were caught off guard by the sound that was reminiscent of a wounded animal, the whimper tugging on your bleeding heart and stirring your engrained desire to do good in the world. You followed the sound, your naivety compelling you to help where you could even if you were heading further down the side street.
You found them dumped in the corner of a dead end, two men slumped over together against a chain link fence. Their clothes were torn and ripped to shreds, very little pieces of their once pristine jackets had remained intact and even through the dim lighting you knew they needed help
Dropping to the cold wet concrete, you reached for the man closest to you, the one whose eyes were in a constant flux of opening and shutting as he tried to remain conscience.
You grabbed hold of the front of his jacket and attempted to move him, your stomach churning at the acrid stench of copper that hung in the air, twisted and mixed with the unpleasant malodour of grave injuries.
Even in the darkened side street, you could discern the severity of their wounds. Through the dim light, you could recognize the man furthest from you as one of the more prominent businessmen in the city who had founded a number of councils and boards. You could recognize him through the wounds and the bruises, the blood that clung to him hadn’t done enough to misconstrue his identity.
Jason Wallen was a rich man, he was a man whose face was on countless billboards with his prominent message a vow to the city council to eradicate the crime districts. He had vowed to commit a vast majority of his wealth and influence to find and track down every underhanded man who had invested in the seedy dealings of this place.
“P-please-“ The man clinging limply to the chain link fence pleaded with you, every breath was coming at the cost of his ability to stay awake and verbally communicate with you.
Your hands were going to be stained with blood, and tracings of the necessary and vital substance to keep them both alive were soaking into your clothes as you tried to keep the main you were helping upright.
Sinking back on your haunches, you dug through your bag for your phone, adrenaline pumping through you while you dialled 9-1-1. Your mind was far from you, you were being led by your instincts while talking to the dispatcher detailing everything you had found and needed.
“I d-don’t want to d-die-“ The sound of his gurgling nauseated you, it was a sound that you felt you would never be able to uproot from the corners of your mind.
“You’re not going to die, you’re not going to die. An ambulance is coming, okay? You’re going to get help.” Your voice trembled, your hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding from his chest while you looked at the prominent businessman, watching his chest slow down and his eyes become distant. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be fine. Help is coming.”
Despite your effort, it felt like you hadn’t done enough. You should’ve done more.
The sound of sirens pierced the ill silence, the sharp signals of ambulatory care were echoing in your head like an air raid siren only you could hear. You fell back with a strained scream when bright lights illuminated both the side street and the damage done to the two men that were left to die.
You couldn’t get out of the way fast enough for the paramedics, struggling to rise to your feet and grab your bag while they worked on the two men. Your feet carried you out of the side street where you were stopped by two police officers, one speaking on the radio and the other trying to speak to you.
It was all muffled and quiet, discourse between what you couldn’t hear and the images engrained in your mind of the two men and their broken, bruised and battered bodies.
You were jostled from sleep by a warm large hand shaking your shoulder, and the husky whispering of one of your guards.
Your first reaction was to smack his hand away from you and protest his disturbance with a muttered threat that was incomprehensible. Your eyes remained closed, screwed shut while the faint and unrelenting memory that invaded your sleep was replaced with a stern prompt to get up.
“We’re here, Y/N. You need to get out of the vehicle and stretch your legs.” He placed his hand on your shoulder once more, shaking you twice until he could see you open your eyes and feel you shift in the front seat.
You raised your hands to hide your eyes in the palms of your hands, fingertips and nails digging into your scalp as a temporary release of tension. It was only a moment of the dull sense of pain before you lowered your hands and settled your vision on the location of your new and falsified life in the Witness Protection Program until you could head to trial.
The house was another piece of this fabricated story that you would be living until things had come to a close, this structure would be filled with fake memories and dinner parties, gatherings that would all allude to you, Steve, Ari and Andy being this new to town polyamorous unit who wanted peace in a safe place.
It was a fine thread spun into a fairytale-like story that was convoluted, just like the ring on your finger and the rings on theirs. It was all a necessary addition to a lie that was put in place like a shield to hide you until you were useful. So much of the drive had been lost to you being caught in your mind or to sleep that felt less fruitful than it should’ve been.
And now you were home.
It was a cute little house if nothing else, with an enclosed porch that would face the sunset. It was built of solid wood and stained white to match, with a solid oak door that led into the porch and further on into the house. Attached to the left side of the enclosed porch was a swing built into the left of the space with two mismatched hand-sewn pillows.
The house was on two levels, and as far as you understood, had six bedrooms and 4 baths. It was beautiful and newly renovated, it was a farmhouse on the edge of this small town where no one would know your real name.
It was a dream come true in any other situation, if you weren’t here for your protection you’d have loved to live in a place like this. This house was cozy and seemed welcoming, in a small town where everyone helped each other out and neighbours took care of neighbours. This would have been ideal for you, it would have been encompassing some version of your dreams that called to you.
You took it all in with scrutiny, on the edge of fear weighing you down and apprehension rooted in uncertainty. You couldn’t plan your future days, weeks or months. Not even in the most minimal way could you have planned anything and that had sparked your anxiety.
However it wasn’t the homely state of the house or the enclosed porch that had made your attention wander from two of the three men acting as your husbands, it was the trio standing on the lawn waiting for you. The two men and one woman appeared friendly and welcoming, with trays of food and homemade baking resting in their arms.
“Hi! We wanted to be the first to welcome you.” The woman was beautiful though older than yourself, with rich dark hair that was fastened in boxer braids and tied back in a silk scrunchie.
“I’m Lia and these are my husbands, Sam & Carter.” Her husbands, like her, were equally as beautiful as she was and no less friendly or welcoming to the three of you. They had all appeared to be relatively close in age and there was a deep bond between them that was apparent to you even if you’d just met them.
“Grant,” Steve gave his faux name and rest his hand on the small of your back to ease your worries, “my brother Andy and I share our wife.”
They didn’t bat an eye at the idea of sharing, they hadn’t hesitated to extend the polite first meeting with encouraging and warm smiles that matched their personalities.
“The realtor mentioned there were three of you?”
Carter had questioned them, no less polite than he was before.
“Cole works long distance, he’s here for a few days and gone for weeks.” Heat bloomed beneath Ari’s hand when he placed it upon the small of your back, a nudge for you to converse despite your lips feeling like they’d been seen shut.
“I’m sorry, we never even asked your name.” Lia had drawn attention to you, her warm eyes cast upon you expectantly.
“Danah.” You mumbled the name that had become your new identity. “My name is Danah.”
The name felt foreign rolling off your tongue, unclear and unfamiliar though you would have to grow used to it. You repeated yourself, a little more clearly than before and with more enunciation.
“We know how hard it can be to move so we wanted to welcome you with some food. And if you need any help when your things arrive tomorrow, Sam and Carter have the day off.” Lia handed the gifts of food to Steve, trading them off with a polite and warm offer to have dinner together once you were settled.
With the food and gifts of sweets given, the new neighbours had made a quick departure to give you privacy, though you followed them with your eyes until they were out of view.
“We should get inside.” Ari led you first, following behind you as a shield to block you from view as you walked up the steps of the porch, through the screen door and further to the front door of the house.
For now, you were home.
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