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evansbby · 2 years

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Bestie, imagine with me 😌😌

Ransom’s a bit far down my list of fave cevans characters, but I like thinking about him feeling feels for his girl.

We know he’s a brat with a capital b, a fuckboy, a douchebag. Defo the type in his high school and college days and heck even his twenties to hit it fast and shallow, come, then dip out, roll over and tell you to get dressed and close the door behind you on your way out. In his thirties he defo matured sexually, wanting to be a daddy, even though he doesn’t really deserve the title, he tells his hook ups to call him that because well he’s a brat and always gets what he wants. He was fine getting off and not making his girl come, but somewhere as he aged into his thirties him getting off wasn’t enough for him - he wanted to have his women coming undone underneath him, whimpering, limp, begging him to not stop, and become addicted to him. Like he defo gets off on hearing how whiney and needy and cock drunk he makes them.

And he never really got much love and affection from his parents 🥺 Seeing some of his frat bros and how close they are to their parents and how much their parents doted on them, that just made him even more bitter and pushed him to take his hurt out on his hook ups, like a “I got no love and affection, no one cares about me, so I don’t give a fuck about you” kinda thing.

Imagine meeting him and idk how but you start dating and he actually develops feelings for you 🥰 With every other woman he’s had it’s always been a sex kinda thing, he just wanted their bodies for a couple hours a night and he was done with them. But with you, idk how but let’s imagine he really feels the warm fuzzy feels for you and it’s not just sex to him, he takes you out on dates and would do anything to see you smile and happy 😌 His first time being monogamous with a woman and his first time where it’s actually lasted months instead of a night. He doesn’t really show you how much he adores you and maintains a demeanour where he makes it seem like he doesn’t really care, because it’s Ransom of course he’d hate it if anyone knew he actually had a heart.

So he really feels deeply for you, and just imagine how heartbroken he’d be when he hears your soft moans and voice screaming out Ari’s, his father, name when he walks past his dad’s bedroom door 😔 He’d hate all the moans and all your cries of “Ari daddy so good, the best dick I’ve ever had, don’t stop, please don’t stop daddy I need your cock, can’t live without your cock” and all Ari’s groans of “such a sweet tight little pussy my little girl, I can tell no other man has ever given it you this good, yeah you’re so addicted to my cock, so tiny under me, you’re gonna look so cute and pretty round with my babies” (it’s Ari, OF COURSE in any imagine he’s gonna dirty talk about how he’s gonna knock you up!!)

Ransom would be so heartbroken but also so angry, so the next time he sees you it’s when you’re limping out of his dad’s bedroom the next morning, Ransom would punish you by fucking you ruthlessly against the wall 😵‍💫 He knows you’re still fucking his dad, but he can’t let you go because he still has the feels for you so he settles for punishment fucks the mornings after you spend your nights with Ari, his dad (just wanted to mention boyfriend’s dad Ari once again mwahahaha)

oh my gosh not me smiling thinking this is a cute romantic story about Ransom and reader where Ransom’s cold heart thaws and you live happily ever after with him bUT THEN YOU ADDED ARI INTO THE MIX???

like i’m sorry but the moment Ari’s name is mentioned it’s like Ransom whom??? and Ransom punishing you after Ari’s fucked you all night would be like… nothing bc Ari has a bigger dick and fucks better 😌😌😌 so I’m sorry but you don’t want Ransom anymore so you dump him to be his stepmother instead the end

#THIS COULDVE BEEN CUTE BUT YOU MENTIONED ARI #DILF ARI #RANSOM DOESNT STAND A CHANCE SKWKXKSKS #anon

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tsireyqs · 1 year

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Can you pls write Jake sully with a stomach bulge kink?

kinda imagined dilf! jake with this bcs 😵‍💫

your legs are thrown over jake's shoulders as one of his hands grapples onto your hip, pounding into you hard enough to leave you gasping for air. his other hand is heavy on your tummy, feeling the outline of cock move in and out of you at every thrust.

you mewl and squirm under him, your head thrown back as you babble slews of whines and praises. your fingers curl around his wrist and your eyes flutter shut, taking in every deep stroke.

jake's movements grew faster and shorter as he eyes the way your slick coats his lower tummy and your thighs. he's mesmerized by the way your body reacts to him, the flesh of your tummy bobbing up and down as he ruts into you.

his groans thicken and he glides his hand up your body to cradle your cheek, "let me see those pretty eyes, baby," he coos, placing a kiss to the inside of your ankle. "there ya' go, there's my pretty girl."

you eyes glimmer as he leans your jaw down, forcing you to watch as his cock bulges out of your tummy and you clench around him. "fuck!"

"my baby's takin' me so well, isn't she?" he takes your hand in his and guides you to rest your palm over the bulge, "see? ya' feel how deep daddy is inside your cunt?"

the tip of his cock brushes against the spot that made your body shake and you cry, "need your cum, please, please, please. need to feel you,"

"you need it, huh?" he grins, his fangs ghosting over his lips. "need me to fill you up with my cum? don’t worry, sweet girl, s’all yours.”

#this #paired #with #dilf! jake makes my brain #go brrrrrr #RAAAAAHHHHHH #ari queued this <3 #ari's mailbox 💌#jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar smut

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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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What about Andy Barber with a cheating / getting back at kink

Like he knows Laurie is cheating on him so he turns to you

Dark!Andy Barber x Younger!Reader | Guilty

Bunny’s Note : oooo spicy !! Always love some dark!Andy Barber !! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Warnings : slight! dub-con, darkish!Andy, cheating, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, mean!Andy, slight misogyny, BIG AGE GAP !!

Andy’s pov:

I’d made it two steps into the pristine seemingly empty home before I heard it—the obnoxiously loud ringing of my wife’s phone. The shrill sound of the speaker shouldn’t have irritated me more than the reason for the call.

I knew who it was. Who he was.

Laurie’s feet thumped down the hallway—always quick to pick up the unknown caller or send it straight to voicemail before mumbling on about annoying telemarketers and asking how my day was.

I knew what she was doing.

I watched as her chipped red nails flipped the device over—screen now flat against the cold expensive marble that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Oh! Ands—baby,” she faked surprise, moving around the counter to conduct our mandatory kiss. What once used to be the most exciting part of my day—I was about to get laid—now blended in with my other daily duties.

It’s Thursday—take out the trash.

Don’t forget to schedule with the groomer.

Take a handful of vitamins because apparently—I am now old.

Kiss cheating wife.

Go to work.

She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth as quickly as one could. I didn’t bother to return it and she didn’t bother to care—no she only continued to clamber around the kitchen searching for her bag and shoes and whatever else she’d need for her night out of pretending she wasn’t a mother and wasn’t in her mid forties and definitely wasn’t a married woman sleeping with drunk men in their twenties.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Sorry it’s such short notice—you know Susan can’t bake it all without me. She’ll definitely need my help with the bake sale and—” Laurie rambled on, picking up her phone and anxiously tapping through it.

She seemed to have forgotten that Susan didn’t know shit about baking and that our son, who was now a senior in high school, was possibly a little too old to have a mother host a bake sale for him.

All of these things—the bullshit lies and the shifty behavior—should have hurt me. Maybe they should have triggered a sort of dominance in me to protect my family or confront my wife. But no, in moments like these, I felt nothing.

“Oh and y/n is here—upstairs with Jacob.” She revealed—voice laced with annoyance. “You make sure she doesn’t try anything on him—she dresses like some kind of slutty-church girl. It’s weird and I don’t want that kind of influence around him. Especially right now.”

I had to bite back a smirk. It was almost comical—her calling you a slut, not that I’d disagree.

Y/n was a cute little thing—always smiling and offering to help when she’d find me covered in grass and dirt—dripping with sweat from working meticulously on our perfect suburban yard. She’d always stand there in some little sundress that would barely reach her knees and pristine white socks—obviously not dressed for the job but always ready to help old Mr. Barber out.

I’d never let her—dirtying a little thing like that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, like the old pervert I’ve grown into, I’d have her run inside the house for me for water—just to watch the little sway of her ass as she turned to do what I said, then ogle at the bounce of her tits when she’d skip back.

I’ll admit—I was a creep, I am a creep, but she had a slutty side to her.

Every now and then i’d jolt awake to the flash of y/n’s headlights shining through my window in the peak hours of the night—my bed uncomfortably empty. Were you like Laurie, y/n?Spending long nights out—lying and hiding about where and what you had been doing, either to your absent parents or doting boyfriend?

I had decided that that’s what she was: a little desperate slut—eager for the attention of an older man. It made me feel better to think of y/n this way. It kept me from focusing on those times when her soft laugh stuck a little too long in my head or when her comforting squeezes to my shoulder caused more than just a slight hard-on.

They caused emotions to spill.

I had written it all out in my head—a story on what this oblivious girl was really like.

You were easy—an easy little girl who was desperate for any form of male attention. Sure I didn’t really have enough evidence to back this claim, but I would stand by it.

Thats probably why you, once again, were helping Jacob prepare for his final exams—my son seemed to be under your spell too.

“Yeah sure.” I grunted, though Laurie was already more than halfway to the door, fidgeting anxiously with her keys.

Hours later—Laurie was gone. Empty goodbyes exchanged and forgotten. Andy was now on the couch—he’d not even bothered to rid himself of his button up and slacks for pajamas. His suit jacket hung over the couch and his white button up laid untucked and wrinkled against his torso as he apathetically listened to the news.

He’d stay like this—still and unfeeling until he had the energy to do it all again. At least Laurie didn’t require him to be fake—no she simply accepted that he accepted her infidelity and that if she were to comment on his behavior it would only backfire on her forcing them both into that ever looming, uncomfortable, conversation.

Andy had just began to zone out fully, the commercial for LED sprinkler lights turning into white noise—when the soft taps of feet sounded from the stairs. Your soft hums surrounding him in a sirens call—a warning of his inevitable fate.

His breathing became rigged—his eyes sealed shut as if he were an animal playing dead, hoping you’d walk right past him and out the front door—because if you didn’t, he knew he’d become just like Laurie. He knew he would no longer have the right to be bitter.

He would be just as guilty—thus no longer having the upper hand.

The smell of your floral-y perfume began to surround him. Sweet and warm—just what a girl like you should be—and it caused him to tightly grip the expensive leather couch.

“Mr. Barber? I know you’re awake~” You’d giggled. Andy had sensed your presence had gotten closer—he assumed you had now been standing directly in front of him—probably twirling your hair like some sick-man’s favorite porn star, giving him those big alien-fuckdoll ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Mr. Barber? a-are you okay? you’ve been down here for a few hours and—” you’d carried on worriedly. Andy’s eyes finally cracked open—you were worried about him. And it had caused Andy to swoon.

Taking you in, he began to realize you’d looked nothing like he expected you to, well besides the checkered skirt and teddy bear soft sweater, no instead of alien-fuckdoll-pornstar, you looked worried. Your smaller soft hands fidgeted with each other and your eyebrows pulled together from nerves. Andy felt the strong urge to grab you—pull you into him and hold you until your concern suffocated him. Not that Andy had felt love, real love, in such a long time—but a small voice was gnawing at him to give it to you.

When you had gotten no response you moved closer—now standing between his spread legs, watching as his emotionless eyes darted across your face. So you tried again. “Mr. Barber I really think you should go to bed—or eat something. Andy—”

“You think I need to go to bed?” Andy asked, his eyes not giving way to his intentions. His voice was gruff—and tired. It made you nervous.

“I-I do, Sir.”

Andy hummed at your response, as if thinking it over. A darkness emitting from his actions.

“No. No, I don’t need that. Figure something else out. What do I really need y/n?” Andy urged, not bothering to hide his smirk and not really caring that he let you see. You looked so scared—worried for him but so so scared.

“I know you’re a smart girl, honey. Go on—show me what I need.” He urged, thick thighs spreading Knowing—hoping you’d get the hint.

You swallowed harshly. You weren’t oblivious to sex, you weren’t a virgin. But you’d never slept with someone so much older than you, someone married, and you had never even been able to cum or even sucked a cock before. Yet, you were curious—would he be gentle with you?

Slowly you sank down, the dark rug scraping against your knees surely leaving burns. Being eye-level with his bulge but refusing to look towards it.

Andy’s heart swelled with pride at how well you obeyed. “That’s all it takes, Honey? Just need a’ man to be a’ little bit bossy and you’re happy to be on your knees.” He belittled, watching as your puffy cheeks flushed red. “Go on then, baby, take daddy’s cock out. We both know that’s what you’re here for.”

A pathetic whine crawled it’s way up your throat and passed through your lips before you could catch it—adding onto your embarrassment. Shakily you moved to unbutton his slacks, fingers lightly brushing against the outline of his cock. Andy groaned at the sight of you—Your pretty eyes well up with salty tears, pouty bottom lip caught by your teeth, trying to free his cock without actually touching it.

For a moment Andy thought—No you couldn’t possibly—

“Honey,” Andy drawled, taking your dainty hands in his. His touch and tone suddenly much softer. “Has a man ever gotten you on your knees like this, Honey?”

Suddenly heat flooded your being—either from embarrassment or excitement or both. You quickly hid away from his questioning eyes, afraid to tell him that: No, you hadn’t ever been on your knees for a man before.

Andy’s thumb began to rub small shapes around your hands. Soothing you as he waited for an answer before realizing that the younger girl in front of him hadn’t. He felt as if he’d struck gold—the universe was giving him what he rightfully deserved.

“Look at me, Baby.” He commanded, grasping you chin, tilting your head up. “Answer me this time—has a man ever gotten on his knees for you, Honey?” He didn’t miss the way your thighs began to shake, just slightly.

“I-I…I don’t know what you…No. No sir—”

A savage growl ripped through the room and before you knew it—you were sprawled out on the couch, pillow under your head, and Andy between your thighs.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, taking in your wetness that had by now ruined the delicate fabric of your panties, “Daddy’s gonna eat this little pussy, m’kay, baby? Then when daddy’s done,” he paused, leaving starved kisses and bites along the insides of your thighs. “You’re gonna gonna take me—lemme claim you, honey”

His words had your head spinning. Here you were, about to let a man twice your age, a married man, eat you out on his couch. Andy’s hands moved up your thighs, leaving little excited tingles, before settling on your hips. “Fuck. These little panties are so fucking cute, Honey.” He admired, tugging at the little black bow that sat above the white lace. “Andy don’t-" you tried to stop him from ripping the lace, because you too thought they were cute, only to receive a harsh strike to the outside of your thigh. “Don’t go dumb on me already, little girl. I told you to call me something, not any of this ‘Andy’ bullshit.” Before you could even muster an ‘I’m sorry Daddy’ he was ripping them down your thighs, before diving into your pussy.

The sounds spilling from his mouth mixed with your own wetness was so obscene it had you shuffling away from the embarrassment, only for his left hand to land on your tummy, firmly holding you in place. “God—fuck I should have done this a long fucking time ago,” he said between breaths, “could have been in this pretty pussy instead of waiting on my goddamn whore of a wife.”

His wife. Oh god his fucking wife. “a-andy we c-cant! what if l-laurie walks in?” you tremble, terrified of being caught with your friend’s—father’s face between your thighs by said friend’s mother. Your protest only seem to egg him on. A pleasantly painful burn making its appearance on your skin—due to the friction of his beard.

“Laurie,” Andy spits, “doesn’t fucking matter.” His words are harsh. And a part of you hurts for Laurie, but that hurt quickly vanishes as your visions begins to fuzz and tummy begins to tighten—suddenly all you can focus on is the impending approach—not your guilt. Your thighs clamp around Andy’s head, and he welcomes the pressure—happy to be making his girl feel her first real orgasm. He even chuckles when they begin to shake.

“You gonna cum, little girl? Cum on daddy’s tongue?” He patronizes, fingers harshly flicking your bud before he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

“a-andy! I think—It feels funny—im gonna,”

“Say it, baby. Tell daddy you’re gonna cum.”

“Im cumming, Daddy!”

Your hands tightly grasp his brown locks as stars begin to cloud your eyes. Crying out a series of whines and ‘thank you Daddy’’s. The sensitivity of it all becoming too much as his tongue laps up your slick.

You had never experienced something so intensely before—your body was giving out, ready to fall into a warm sleep.

That is—until his dark chuckles began to surround your hazzy mind.

“I tire you out, honey?” He laughed, leaning over your smaller frame. “Can’t believe you’ve been starving me of this cute little body.”

His fingers were gentle—lightly tracing the teeth marks he’d left along the inside of your thigh. They hurt and were still very fresh but you found his touch comforting—almost sweet.

“a-andy? can I ask you something?” Your soft voice broke through the silence.

Andy hummed, blue eyes intense but encouraging you to continue.

“Andy…can you kiss me?”

In that moment he knew. He knew you couldn’t just be a simple fuck. Or some simple slut he used to take his marital frustrations out on.

You had a future so different from his present—and he was willing to use everything at his disposal to solidify that it was with him.

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botnasty · 2 years

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Part One: Prologue

Pairing: Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for the man is too proud to let you go. That’s when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer, with him you’ll finally be free of pain... right?

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Warning: ANGST, cheating, mention of cheating, mention of death, mention of psychological abuse, mention of abuse, divorce, hurt/comfort, beefy!Ari Levinson, size difference, size kink, mention of sex,

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You were doing it. You were finally doing it. After years of being miserable, of being a shell of who you used to be, you were breaking off the chain that Ransom placed around you with that ring.

Before him, you loved life. You were living it at his fullest. Your friends, Marna and Sam, and you used to do all sorts of things together. You would go on hikes, try new cafe places after class and before going to your shared apartment, but what you liked the most was visiting the museum of Fine Art. you went once with your mother when you were a child and it had become immediately your favorite place. “It’s like you’re in a completely different world. Like the paintings were making you travel all around the world.” Is what your mother kept saying when describing how you were in that place, and she wasn’t wrong. It's what made you decide to study the history of art in college. It’s also where you met Ransom, which is why you haven’t been there in years. The place was now tainted with his memories.

You loved Ransom, you really did. You thought you would’ve grown old with him and have a few kids, but after the marriage, it’s like he became a whole new man. Gone was the Ransom that called you Bunny, cuddled you to sleep and made love to you. Now he has become bitter, always angry at the world and you. Like every single inconvenience was because of you when all you wanted was to show him love. He made you stop going to school, stopped you from seeing your friends saying ‘they were a bad influence’ and just kept you almost locked in his mansion.

Slowly but surely, you became a shell of who you were. You were now constantly on your toes around him, trying not to anger him and always watching what you were saying. If you spoke a little too loud, he would scream. If not loud enough, he would also scream. You couldn’t express yourself anymore.

Everything had faded. Every time you shoved love for something you were shamed, humiliated. All the emotions you felt were tossed to the side. You were not yourself, you were a doll for Ransom to toss everywhere and mold how he wanted.

What made you decide to finally break it all off was when you found out he had cheated on you for the fourth time in your own marital bed. Before it was just mark of lips on his clothes, parfum, the whole cliche thing, but now he had taken things a little too far.

You wish you were at her place, weren’t you?

Was what he said when you found the both of them, this girl on her hands and knees, back arching, as Ransom plowed into her from behind. Both were looking at you as they both continued. You just stared at them, not a feeling inside of you instead of shame for yourself. Shame for still being with this man after all he’s done to you.

You had just sighed and closed the door behind you, not a tear in your eyes. Nothing. But that shame inside of you is what made you decide to get a divorce, but you didn’t know when to do it.

When Ransom was found guilty of killing his grandfather, which wasn’t surprising to you, the world was smiling at you. This was the perfect time. Your way out. When the day came that Ransom went to prison, instead of going with him to say your goodbye, you came here.

Levinson’s Lawyer.

You were doing it. you were gonna be free.

You lightly tap your feet on the ground as the man in front of you named Ari Levinson, like what was written on the plate at the door, looked at your case. The man certainly didn’t look like a lawyer, with his long hair that stopped below his hair, his gruff beard and big very big build. The man was most likely twice your size and height. He was wearing a clean black tux with a white undershirt, slightly unbuttoned which made you able to see a little of his chest hair. The man seemed to be covered in hair everywhere. You saw him more as a lumberjack. You felt intimidated by him because you knew the man could probably crush you with one squeeze.

“So, I read here, Miss Drysdale, that you want to be divorced from Ransom Drysdale.” You cringed internally at the name he used. “Is that right?” The man looked at you with his blue eyes, his gaze a little too piercing to you so you looked down as you nodded. He went back to the paper. “And you don’t want anything that he owns which is a good thing. The man got some solid lawyers.”

You fidgeted with the wedding still on your fingers as you nodded once again. You knew very well he had powerful people by his side. He was Ransom Drysdale after all. The man came from old money and had people wanting to find dirt on him for years. “Yeah, I know that, Mr. Levinson, but we don't have a child together, we don’t have a shared account, don’t you think it could be easy?” You pleaded, your eyes finally finding his.

Ari signed and put the paper down. “Depends on the man, Miss. Drys–”

“Please, use my maiden name. I don’t want any association with that man. Please.”

Ari restarted, this time using your real name, making a little weight get off your shoulder. One step at the time. “We don’t know what he wants to do, right now. If the man wants to keep you, it could become messy, if he doesn’t then it would go smoothly.”

Ari put down the paper on his wooden desk and leaned. “But, let me tell you something, Miss. I hate abusers, so I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure you never see the man again.” A sob escaped you.

Ari got up his chair and went around the desk. He crouched in front of you and took your hands in his. You gasped at how big they were compared to yours, at how warm and rough his skin was as he played with the wedding band. “Everything will go your way. I promise. You can even start to remove it already if you want.” He said, referring to your ring.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” You said in a sob and you threw yourself in his arms, his immediately enveloping you in a hug and pulling you closer to him. You were gonna be free and all thanks to this man.

For some odd reason, you believed him. You believed the man in front of you and that’s why you felt safe in his arms. After years of tenseness, you melted finally and that was with this man. Your eyes widen at the realization. You barely knew the guy.

Slowly, you let go of him and let him wipe your tears away and it took everything in you to keep a blank face. “Thank you again, Mister Levinson. ”You slowly got up and took your purse. “At what time would you be willing to go through the divorce paper?” Your hands were fidgeting inside your purse to look for your phone, you were now nervous around scared he would see through your act.

Ari looked baffled at you, at the immediate change of character, but went through with it. “This week, I’m fully booked, but I could leave you my phone number to call to schedule for next week?” Is all he asked, as he got up.

You went to give him your phone to get his number, when your eyes bulged out and all resolved went down, the man was way taller than you expected. He was probably taller than 6’5 and you didn’t know how to feel about that, one part of you got scared while the other part made your pussy gush from how big he was.

“You—“ Your voice cracked. “You can leave your number.” Ari took your phone from your hands, his finger brushing against making you inhale sharply.

As he typed on your phone, your eyes went to his muscle bulging with each move. You hated your brain at this moment for making you feel all sorts of things for this man you literally just met. Sure, he looked like a Greek god and wanted to help you, but he could also have dark intentions.

“There you go, sweetheart.” Now you are sure to remove your panties when you get home. The way he said sweetheart in his gruff voice is something literally out of a porno. your eyes widened as you looked at him smiling, like he knew what he did to you. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Tha- Thank you. I’ll call you next week.” You immediately shoved your phone in your purse and shuffled out, your eyes always avoiding his and with one thing in your mind: tonight was going to be a long night with your vibrator.

You quickly escape the building, your heels hitting the ground with a loud noise. ‘I need to get out’ are the words that keep on repeating themselves in your mind. Just constantly. You were confused. What had just happened to you? Never in your life have you instantly felt so attracted to somebody you barely knew and that scared you.

You felt watched the whole journey from Mr, Levinson’s office to down in the lobby and you hated that. Eyes, many eyes were starring at you and you stopped yourself from hiding with your purse. You felt like you were going insane, but the moment you stepped outside, everything made sense.

A horde of paparazzi was there, waiting for you to come out. “What in the fuck?” You whispered to yourself. “I can’t get out. I can’t.” If they saw you and took pictures of you, you were sure someone at the prison would tell Ransom and you couldn’t afford that.

Not now.

You jumped when your phone vibrated in your purse. Before all this, you used to always put your favorite song of the moment as a ringtone, but Ransom hated it and almost beat you up when it rang one day. So, to this day, it’s always on the silent mode.

You fetched inside your purse. Anxiety coursed through you when it was an unknown number, but you still answered. “Hello?” You cautiously said.

“Miss? It’s Ari.” Ari?

“I don’t recall giving you my phone number? And we just spoke, I don’t understand the meaning of this call.” You sounded harsh and professional, trying to make your body understand that what it was doing wasn’t good. Making you horny and wet for this man wasn’t something you wanted or needed right now.

“Take the door on the other side of the building.” Was all he said. “You can hide from the pictures there.”

You felt bad. The man only wanted to help you. “Thank you... I’m sorry. I’ll call you next week.”

You were about to end the call when Ari said your name. Not your family name. Your first name. Your ears couldn’t help but perk up at the sound. “I don’t know how those people found out you were here, but I’ll find the person and have a stern talk about client confidentiality.” Your breath was stuck inside you. Ari continued. “And you don’t have to excuse yourself. I know you must be in a hard situation at this moment.” You hummed in approval. “I’m here for you. Whenever.” With those last words, the call ended.

That week was the worst week of your life. Somehow people found out you had gone to a divorce lawyer and like people say: words traveled fast. Every day, you had been followed everywhere, you received calls from the news, journalists and from the one person you didn’t want to talk to: Ransom. Somehow, probably because a guard spilled it to him, he found out about it too and wasted his one phone call a day to you, but each time you refused it. Dreading to hear what he has to say.

You were tired, so tired. You had a feeling divorcing that man wouldn’t have been a joyful ride, but you didn’t think it would be hell.

Every day, you would wake up to a dream about that giant lawyer with sweat all over your body, your underwear fully drenched and a little bit of shame for dreaming about the stranger like that, but the moment you saw all the notifications on your phone, all that pleasure and good feeling from the dream would just drain out of your body and reality settled in.

Today was none different. You woke up with the dream still very vivid in your mind. His gruff voice telling you all the dirty things he wanted to do.

Look at you barely able to take my cock.

Such a sweet warm pussy, all mine.

You’re all mine aren’t you, sweetheart.

You bit your lips.

You really needed to get laid.

You sighed and got up the bed to go-on with your days. After a good shower to remove all the remnants of your wetness in between your legs and your skin-care routine, you went downstairs for your breakfast.

You looked outside to see the weather and sighed. “Will they ever leave me alone?” Paparazzi. Loads and loads of them waiting for you to get out of your house. You closed the curtains and continued your journey to the kitchen to continue your morning.

Just as the clock turned eleven. You decided it was finally time to call Ari for this meeting this week. As you pick up your phone, you cringe in the background. It was still a picture of you and Ransom on your second date when he kissed you on the cheek. Those were simpler times.

The phone rang in your ear. One, Two. Thr– “Hello?” His deep voice took you by surprise.

“Mr. Levinson. It’s me.” You told him your name. You shivered when you heard him repeat it to you. “You-” Your throat became tighter with nervousness. “You said to call for the appointment?”

You heard shuffling in the background. “I did, indeed. If you would be willing. I am going to lunch right now. If you would like, you could join me and we could talk ‘bout it?”

You nodded and you wanted to slap yourself because he clearly couldn’t see you. “Yes, just send me the address and I’ll be there shortly.”

You could hear the smile as he responded. “Good, I’ll be seeing you soon, Miss.” And the phone disconnected.

A few moments later, you jumped as your phone rang once again. “Why is Ari calling again?” You unlock your phone and answer the call. “Hello, Mr. Levison? Is there a problem with the divorce paper?” You looked at the floor curiously as to why he wasn’t answering. All you could hear was breathing and shuffling.

“Probably a butt dial.” You whispered.

“Oh no, bunny.” You froze, why did he start using that nickname, now, of all time. “It certainly isn’t. Been trying to reach you fo’ so long, bunny. So long. And now, since you finally answer you’ goddamn fucking phone.” You heard him take a deep breath. “You’re going to answer my questions. Why the fuck are you talking to Ari Levinson?”

Thank you so much for reading :) Feel free to reblog and tell me what you think. Also, I realize I’m kinda having a hard time with dialogue sometimes and I’m sorry for that, I’m slowly working on that.

Tags : @patzammit @elrw24

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silvergyus · 3 months

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lol soobin who has like five kids by the time the other boys have maybe one or two

he so would and it's not just bc he's older, it's just that he can't keep it in his pants

Soobin who has his first kid within a year of getting married. the other boys wait a bit before starting a family but not Soobin. he's got a pretty wife and she said they could start a family, my boy is hitting it raw every chance he gets (which is a lot bc he has some serious stamina)

he's a big fan of a weekend getaway, which not-so-coincidentally falls nine months before the next kid is born

but also he genuinely loves being a dad- even if it stresses him out sometimes- and he loves watching his lil family grow

#he'd have framed pictures of his babies on all the walls and at work and just everywhere!#hot young dilf soobin supremacy!!#ari's mailbox 📬#txt: soobin #dad!txt #mutuals 🥰

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chilegp · 3 months

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im taking suggestions for the next driver for the poster <3 check out the others here

lance, fernando, charles, george

#ari tag #!!!#send over some drivers u want to see #doesnt matter if theyre on the current grid #dilfs in my dms pls

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valleyfae · 1 year

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feeling even more slutty today so i’m back with dilfy ari and videos of that guy lmao

ari 100% makes you say things even though you are whining and whimpering. “say the 4 words and you can cum, angel” i love you daddy. “say the magic words” please daddy. “go on sweets i know you can do it uses your words and say the 3 words” thank you daddy.

he also definitely talks you through your punishments. makes you tell him you understand and that thing.

idk i just feel like he is just a soft dom and is very verbal and vocal 🤭😵‍💫

No because Ari is constantly talking in the best way possible!!! You don’t understand how much I love writing and reading fics with a very verbal dilfy hunk 🤭🤭

And yes, Ari makes you repeat things. That is a fact.

#p.links #fran’s concepts #fran's mail #dilf!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader

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neonpigeons · 2 years

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I'm in no way innocent here but I think it's funny that like.

rhys: does anything

everyone online: *foams at the mouth*

#thinking about the moth necklace ghfvhdh #like!!! it is special cuz he's wearing a gift someone made for him inspired by the show he loves being a part of 🥺🥺🥺#and on the other hand. lol. lmao even #ughhh i love him i hate him i can't stop thinking about him. stupid sexy dilf #ari speaks #rhys darby

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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jjk chapter 254 spoilers under the cut !!

WHAT A FUN CHAPTER it was nice to see kusakabe get his moment….. even if it was short-lived :’3 HE’S FINEEEE GUYS DW look at this panel. look how sick it is. you think this is the kinda guy to go down like that??? kusakabe is a like a cockroach he could survive a nuclear bomb…. trust…..

but no i !!!!! loved. his thoughts abt yaga T_T how kusakabe really is just a decent guy once you get down to it. he owes yaga a debt but it’s less of a debt and more of a deep respect… he tells himself that yaga is dead so it doesn’t matter but he still imagines yaga’s sad expression and still latches on to what he would’ve wanted. he cares.

and i think this was also such a great moment :(( bc kusakaba has been running away from battle for. as long as we’ve known him LMAO but this is him taking on a more protective role towards the kids!! something akin to nanami and the importance he placed on adulthood. and it’s also so good when you remember kusakabe’s previous stance on yuji…. how he thought it was best for him to be executed. but deep down he cares!!

i’d have liked to see more interactions between him and miwa bc it’s obvious those two are especially close :(( and that makes a lot of sense because both are them are just. Nice. they’re kind people. miwa is just way less cynical. their banter is always so fun and i need my dosage of found family father/daughter moments so akutami BETTER supply me with more …. 😒😒😒

anyway i like kusakabe i think he’s nice :3

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS PANEL HELLOOOOO????? I CRIED???????? THEY ALL LOOK SO GOODDDDD one of the most handsome gojo’s i’ve seen in a while….. his dimples and his smile :’3 and he thinks kusakabe is a nice guy!!!! do you think they ever explored each other’s bo/GUNSHOT

okok i think i’ve gotten all my thoughts out……. almost. BECAUSE LOOK WHO’S BACK ‼️‼️

MY MANNNNN MY GUY maybe now the fandom will stop sleeping on him smh……… he didn’t survive gojo fucking satoru and train yuuta in africa for this disrespect. miguel is probably the strongest sorcerer outside of japan he is a Problem and i believe in him!!!!! i’m also excited bc i think this means we might be getting more old characters back soon :3 i wanna see larue. and if we see larue we might see todou…. maybe even yuki….. (<- delusional) BUT most of all: if we get larue or even just miguel there’s the SLIGHTEST chance we might get some flashbacks of cult leader geto and if that happened i would forgive akutami for literally Everything <33333

#anyways!!! not as good as last chap but i liked this one :3 #dilf lovers dw… akutami is one of us. there’s no way he’d get rid of more than necessary #no but i rlly was so hyped to see miguel!! i NEED to see him and yuuta interact so bad pls akutami 😔😔#that’s his boy!!!!!!! his pupil!!!!!!!#i just know he’s the reason yuuta got sassier LMAO… the gojo slander that must’ve been going on over there 😭😭#and obv i’m always thankful for gojo crumbs <333 him and his beloved ice cream.. he’s the cutest little guy #ari noises ✩#jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk 254

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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More Than You Know, Part 6

Summary: Angel takes matters into his own hands

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: language, attempted kidnapping, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.9K

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“Mama,” Angel runs into your bedroom, and slams down a photo album. “Tell me about when I was born.”

“Angel, why…”

“Just tell me, please,” he opens up the album, pointing at the picture of Ari standing in for Angel. Proudly holding onto little Angel with the biggest smile, while you were crying in the background. Giving a tiny little fist bump to your baby. “How long have you known Ari?”

“Angel,” you start to protest, but those chocolate brown eyes bat up at you, “You’re just like your daddy, you know that?” you giggle, flipping back a few pages. “Right there.”

“Who are those kids?”

You don’t know if your baby was doing it on purpose, but he was getting you to think about Ari. Making you realize just how much you missed him, “That’s me and Ari. We were fifteen when we met. I went everywhere with him, because he could drive before me. He’s also the one to introduce me to your dad. He had just joined the club, and your dad had been in a couple of years,” you give a big smile to a picture of the three of you, remembering just how tight you had been.

“We were so close, and then I started falling for Angel.”

“Okay, but back it up to Ari,” you snort, looking at him, “What?”

“What are you doing?”

“He’s in all these pictures. You love him.”

“I love Ari very much. Ari hurt me a lot. And I am processing that hurt.”

“Just tell him,” Angel says matter of fact, flipping to another picture of Ari talking to your belly. “He loves me, too, see? He’s always loved me mama,” one of his best qualities. He always accepted your little Angel. Took him under his wing, and made sure that Angel always had a father figure. “Him was there when I was born?”

“Yeah,” you wipe away the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. “EZ was busy with the club, but Ari left immediately. I was so scared. Scared of doing this all alone, but he was always there. He almost carried me to the car, and then you and your impatient self, were ready.”

You take a deep breath, and sit on the bed with Angel, and his chubby little hands drag the album over to you, as he climbs into your lap. You pet around his soft curls on his head, and give him a sweet kiss. Remembering that moment like it was yesterday.

“Ari, hurry up,” you scream, pulling at your leggings.

“What are you doing?” Ari flits his eyes over to you, and starts speeding a bit faster.

“He’s coming! My god, don’t act like your daddy, just stay in there. I don’t need anymore surprises,” another contraction strikes down on you, and you bare down. Gritting your teeth, when your body takes over. “Ari!”

“I’m going as fast as I can! If I get pulled over, an officer is going to deliver him. Ahh!” He screams right along with you as you push the seat back. “Stop pushing!”

“It’s natural!”

“You’re pushing him out though!”

“I can’t stop it!” you start crying, just knowing that he was almost here. “I can’t have him in the car. Angel, you stay where you are. You’re daddy liked being in there.”

“That was gross. I mean, I get it, we come out of a vagina, and then spend the rest of our lives trying to get back in, and….”

“Ari! Shut up!” You grip tight to the door, as your body tightens again. There was no waiting, no stopping this now. “I-I-I can’t do this. Angel, you stay in there! Ari, he’s coming!”

“We’re here!” He screams as the lights for the hospital come into view. You beg him not to leave you, but he has to run to get a nurse. Loading you up on the gurney, one stays right with you.

“You want the baby’s daddy with you?” she looks at Ari, and you don’t want to explain, and don’t want to be alone, just nod your head. Peeking under your dress she yelps. “Uh, we don’t have time for the doctor.”

“What?”

“You’re having a baby.”

Ari walks around the room, cradling your son as he smiles down at him. You’re in and out of sleep, but you also don’t want to ruin this moment by talking to him. It was just him and your Little Angel.

“You are turning out to be just like your dad. It’s a shame you’ll never meet him, because I think you’re going to be just like Angel,” the baby squeaks in his arms, and Ari looks over to you quickly. “Shh, your mom is tired. You were coming out in the car. Angel didn’t have any patience, and everything he did was so dramatic, and so loud,” he laughs, letting Angel hold tight to his finger.

“And I knew they had you out because, dude, your cry is loud. You let it be known to the whole hospital that today was Angel Luke Reyes’ birthday,'' his eyes fill with tears when he smooths Angel’s baby curls back on his head, “Your dad loved your mom so much, and I know he would have loved to see your face. He always talked about how he couldn’t wait to have kids with her. Life is cruel, and sometimes…sometimes it’s funny. I used to think about telling her how I felt, it just never felt appropriate after she fell for your dad. I did it though. You think this is our second chance?” Angel’s eyes peep open, and he holds tighter to Ari’s finger.

“You do? One thing I know for sure, I want to have these moments with you and her everyday. It’s not the most ideal time to tell her,” and it never was. Ari always made an excuse not to say anything. Even when he slept in the bed with you, and you curled up on his hard body.

Hearing Angel cry in the night, Ari would give your body a little wiggle, “You’re on duty,” he says sleepily, and you answer with a groan. “I’ll go get him, but his twenty-four seven diner is all on you.”

With your eyes closed, you sit up, opening up your nursing gown with your arms wide open. Ari tries for his gaze not to linger on you, but the moment Angel latches on, you look for his body to lean on. Falling asleep as your growing boy has his midnight snack. Ari’s eyes only watching him. Not even noticing he’s still staring when Angel pulls off you, and he can’t tear his eyes away from you.

Being a mother looked incredible on you. “Ari, will you burp him?” you don’t even cover yourself back up, when he takes the baby, just fall fast asleep.

“I think your mom is exhausted,” Angel blows a bit of bubbles on him, and Ari looks back at your tit, “You could have cleaned her off better,” Angel giggles up at him. “It’s not funny. She’s,” he looks at you, waiting for that deep breathing to make sure you’re asleep. “She’s beautiful, but man, you gotta clean her up better, because,” Angel’s big brown eyes stare owlishly at Ari, and he shakes his head.

“Dude, that’s your mother. I shouldn’t be talking so crass about her like that. Just,” he covers your exposed breast with a blanket, “I want her too much. I know that’s your mom, but man, she needs more kids if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t mind practicing with her.”

Angel gives him a sleepy yawn, nuzzling closer to Ari’s thick chest, “You will be a great big brother. I feel guilty thinking about your mom like that because Angel was my best friend,” Angel blows a raspberry at Ari, opening his eyes quickly one last time.

“You don’t think your dad would mind if I cross that bridge? If I do, there’s no going back. Either we work, or I lose her, and you forever. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“I got Angel to bed,” Ari peeks his head into your room, and you pat on the mattress beside you, “What?”

“Just come here,” you giggle, waiting for Ari to join you. Grabbing ahold of his hand, your other runs on top of his. “I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s dangerous, Sparkplug.”

“You don’t have to sleep in the guest room if you don’t want to,” Ari tilts your head to look up at him, and you sheepishly try to look away.

“The guest room is more comfortable than that junky couch.”

“I meant…this bed, it’s plenty big enough. Like when Angel was a baby, you were in here.”

“What are you asking me?” his thumb traces over your bottom lip, and you move to straddle his lap. His hands smooth under your ass as he tries to keep you from falling, “Sparky, what…what are you asking?”

You give him the softest open mouth kisses on his neck, wrapping your arms around his back. “Sp-sp-sparky?”

“Ari, just touch me,” lifting you up, he lays you flat on your back, his knee going in between your thighs, feeling your warmth radiating towards him, and he wants to get closer. “Ari, please.”

“We can’t do this,” he shakes his head, but his lips start kissing up your heated skin. “Sparky, we can’t.”

“Yeah, we can. I want you to. I need you to,” you pull at his hips, trying to bring him closer to you. “Ari. Ari!” The fury that was building up in you almost makes you cum without being touched. You have wanted this moment for so long. “Ari.”

He pulls back quickly, and you start to curl in on yourself, “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“You’re Angel’s girl.”

“Pfft, he’s dead. It’s not like he’s out of town on a run. He’s gone, and he’s never coming back. Please, just one time.”

Ari shakes his head, moving further away from you, “I don’t want one time.”

“Oh,” you try to scoot out from under him, and you refuse to meet his eyes.

“It’s not that. It’s…trust me, one time will never be enough.”

“Then why…do you just not want to fuck me?”

“No. No, believe me, I want to fuck you more than you know. I just can’t.”

Refusing to look at him, you crawl under the blankets, just wanting him to leave, so you can take care of yourself, by yourself. “You should go ahead, and get into the guest room then.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“No, clearly, I’m used up. I guess you’re afraid that your cock won’t measure up to Angel’s.”

“LA needs a father,” you look up at him scowling. Embarrassed by everything that had transpired, “Can you guarantee that if we did have sex, that you and I will still be good?”

“Ari, go to bed. I need some privacy,” he nods his head, knowing you won’t be the only one whimpering alone. You were right there, but the need to keep things the way they were was more important than his sexual desires. He doesn’t get far until he hears that familiar vibration on the other side of his wall. It was cruel that your bedrooms were beside each other.

“Mama?” Angel whispers leaning over your body. “Mama, can I go to Ari’s now?” You moan a bit in your sleep, and he gives you a smile. “Thank you,” your mischievous boy gives a quick glance back at you, before leaning over to kiss your head, “I’m going to tell him, you’re in love with him.”

He looks out the front window, and sees Ari’s silhouette in the window. He looked sad, but Angel knew what would cheer him up. His eyes only look across the street, and not at the cigarette glow coming from the car that was waiting in front of his mom’s house.

Grabbing out his rain boots, because he still hadn’t figured out tying laces, he glances back into your bedroom, “Don’t worry mama, I’m going to get my daddy,” he opens the front door, and closes it behind him softly.

Gemma straightens up in her car, flicking her butt out the window. What luck she had, seeing the one thing that meant the most to you, out alone at dusky dark. Your sweet boy, hopping down each step with a giggle, trying to whistle for Ari, but he didn’t quite get it yet.

He thought Ari had turned around and spotted him, and he gives a cute little wave, but he still didn’t notice, “You are stubborn, Ari,” jumping out onto the sidewalk, he takes a final look to his house, “Ari! Ari! I want you as my daddy!”

Gemma slowly gets out of her car, and Ari looks around confused. “Hey kid,” she says walking across the street.

“I can’t talk to strangers, but will you walk me over there? I can’t cross the street alone. Ow!” he screams when Gemma pulls him towards her car. “Ow! Let me go! Mama!”

“Shh, shut up. I just want to talk to you.”

“Daddy!” Gemma rolls her eyes as she drags the boy to her car. “Daddy!! Ari!”

Ari finally sees the little boy, and he rushes down the stairs, “LA! Gemma, let him go! Let him. Go!” He pulls him out of her embrace, and holds tight to him, “What the fuck? This was what the Sons’ resort to? Fucking kidnapping, Gem?”

“I just need his mom to know to keep her mouth shut. She got involved with Jax.”

“They broke up, duh!” Angel rolls his eyes, but Ari squeezes tighter, “Her don’t like him.”

“Angel!” Your hands move around your bed, searching for your son, before running into his room. “Angel! Angel! Oh god,” you go to run out the door, but instead see Angel clinging to Ari’s body. “What…baby?”

“I found him. You don’t want to talk. I talk now,” Angel’s arms cross over his chest, and you and Ari both try not to laugh. “Mama, I need a daddy. Ari is my daddy. Hims always been there for us.”

“For you.”

“Him is just scared like you,” Ari looks up at you through his eyelids, and gives you a boyish smirk. “Tell her what you tell me. Go on.”

“You’re telling my son you love me?”

“Yeah,” he bashfully answers. “I’ve just been scared of things not working out, and I can't lose either of you. I want both you and Angel. Always have, Sparkplug.”

“Don’t call me that,” you bite at your lip, but reach for Angel.

“Nope,” his head turns away from you, looking up at the ceiling, “I’m not letting go of Ari, until you kiss him.”

“What’d you say?” Ari asks, his hand pulling you closer by your waist.

“Wait,” you stop his motions, laughing when Angel sighs. “All these years? Since Angel was born?”

“Sweetheart, it’s been before Angel was born,” he gets closer to your lips, but you put your hand in front of his mouth.

“You’ve wasted all this time, because you thought we wouldn’t work?”

“And I feel like Angel is pulling some elaborate prank, and going to be watching us, you know?”

“Ari Levinson, I’m going to kiss you. But I want you to know, I’m still very mad at you.”

“Then just kiss him already!” Angel throws up his hand, but quickly giggles when your lips slot up against Ari’s. Moaning at the taste of him that you’ve always wanted to know about.

Pulling away slowly, “Why was he outside?”

“It's a long story. Gemma didn’t know you and Jax broke up,” he could see the fire burning bright in your eyes, “Hey, the kid’s dad took care of it. However,” he says quickly before kissing you again, “We’re gonna have to move.”

Ari grips tight to the bed frame with one hand as his hips slam into yours. The other hand over your mouth, while that wicked man smirks above you, “I’m sorry, you’re loud, and it’s not time to wake the rest of the house up.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his thick cock hits every spot in your cunt. “You’re always so sensitive in the morning,” he chuckles when he hears your morning growl. “Don’t be that way,” he pants. “You know I can go all morning,” you shake your head no. “Aw, you’re not fun.”

A low guttural moan echoes under his hand, and shoves himself into you harder. “Fuck! I should have done this sooner. Sorry, Angel. I still feel a bit guilty about that.”

“Shut up,” you mumble under his thick fingers.

“You want it? Want me to give it to you?” he looks over at the alarm, and goes even faster. “Alarm goes off in, ten, nine, eight…” every second is a hard and deep thrust, and when he reaches one, that magic man spews his seed inside of you. Removing his hand off of your mouth, it slams on the alarm to stop it’s annoying ring, before almost dropping on your body.

“Ari, watch the baby,” his body lands beside you, and his hand smooths on your barely there bump.

“I love morning sex,” he pants. “I just love trying to keep your mouth quiet for a moment. Don’t get up.”

“Angel has to get to school, and we have a meeting with Andy for his adoption. So I’ve got to get him and Aria ready,” you try to get up, but he pulls you back down on the bed, “Ari!”

“Say it again. Angel is going to be what?”

“A Levinson, just like me, Aria, and this little bean,” you growl grabbing your belly. “He doesn’t want to hyphenate his name either.”

“He should have Angel’s name in there somewhere, Sparky.”

“He does,” Ari looks over to the monitor when he hears his daughter repeatedly saying Dada. “I think she’s ready, daddy. Come on, Mr. Barber doesn’t like when we’re late,” you lean over him kissing on his back, and Aria’s sweet dadas turn into growls.

“She’s just like you.”

“Good, because Angel is just like you. Ari?” He flips over smiling at you, his morning wood finally softening enough to get dressed. “Do you love this life we’ve made in Boston?”

“More than you know.”

THE END

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evansbby · 2 months

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okay it’s been too long, i need to write a dilf!Ari fic like NOW.

#I’ve been writing college boys for too long #i think all of us deserve a filthy dilf fic #since clearly that’s what everyone prefers 😂😂😂#not that I don’t love the college fics I think they’re the best for storylines and toxic dark sex #BUTTT now I need to write a dilf Ari fic #maybe dilf!Ari x his babysitter!!!#or best friend’s dad!Ari !!???#debating between those two…#also still working on my sugar daddy ari fic (which will be super long bc I don’t want to divide it into parts lol)#my thoughts 💭

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Happy New Year Sonny 💜 Hope you have had an amazing NYE 😊

Speaking of Ari's balls, I just had this thot of Ari making you do a countdown with his big fat cock in his mouth 😂 Imagine all that sloppyness and the ball worship 🤤🤤🤤🤤

happy new year bestie and thank you so much !! hope you had loads of fun and made lovely memories 🥰🫶

oh let’s make it a lil spicy: dad’s best friend!Ari has been looking at you all night, flouncing around the house in your new year dress, passing drinks, food and being the perfect little co-host.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grabs your arm when you pass by, his fingers cold from the bottle of beer, “your dad said he had something for me in his office?”

“Uh—oh, yeah! Something about old pictures from college? When you two played rugby?”

He smiles, gently entwining your fingers, “that’s it, you wanna bring me there before the countdown?”

And ofc you do. You lead him through the house, unknowingly swaying your hips. You talk to him in your pretty voice about how happy you are to be on break from university and Ari is so so so proud of you!

In your dad’s office, you bend over the stack of boxes to sift through the old photographs, “do you know the year of the pictures? My daddy organizes it by year.”

He takes a slow sip of his beer and locks the door. The floorboards creak as he sits in the big leather chair. “Before that, your dad tells me you’ve got a boyfriend?”

You turn around and gulp, eyes drawn to his thick thighs straining against his jeans. “He did?”

“Mhm, he’s upset that you’re growing up, he thinks you’ll get engaged this upcoming year.”

You huff, slightly embarrassed, “he’s over-exaggerating. Steve is too busy with his football career to propose but he’s—he’s a good guy, I promise!”

Ari bets he is. “You like guys who play sports?” He asks, leaning back and spreading his legs.

“Y-Yeah?”

He chuckles softly, “Bet you like being thrown around, bent and used like a doll… and you love ‘em bigger than you.” He runs a hand through his hair, “tell me, does this Steve guy know where to touch you, baby?”

Oh he does, but you can’t answer bc Ari is groping himself over his jeans, groaning under his breath. “C’mere, sweet girl, daddy needs your help.”

downstairs everyone is counting down and celebrating and cheering for the new year, but you’re on your knees in your father’s office, sucking Ari’s fat sack, and crying when he slaps his thick length on your wet cheeks.

“Does your boyfriend know you’re a sackslut?” He laughs mockingly at your muffled yes. “Oh he does? Do you suck his balls like this, baby? Choke yourself on his sack like a dummy?”

“Mhm, da-ddy.” You bubbler, saliva dribbles from your lips as you kiss up the girth, licking the beads of pre cum from the tip. “Luh it.”

Your makeup is smeared under your eyes and your lipgloss is ruined, but you’ve never looked better.

Ari rubs your head, guiding you down his cock, “if I would’ve known that, you and I could’ve done this a while ago—” his words break off into a grunt as you suckle the head, tracing the slit with your tongue, “we’ve got a lot to make up for, sweet girl, and I don’t fuckin’ care if your boyfriend finds out.”

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