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lunarbuck · 1 year

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DBF!Ari Levinson + beach day

alice you're gonna kill me lmao

pairing: DBF!Ari x f!reader (any race)

wc: 1.5k

beta'd by @late-to-the-party-81 <3 <3 <3

sneak peek: “You see something you like, princess?” You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. “Then take it.”

warnings: age gap, fluffly flirting, dbf, edging/orgasm delay/denial, oral (m receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [daddy, princess, baby]

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The sand is warm beneath your toes as you settle onto your towel, letting the sun soak into your skin. It’s early enough in the season that the beach isn’t incredibly busy, so you just had to take advantage.

As you close your eyes and let the summer heat warm you, you feel fingers brushing against your arm. Calloused but gentle, the fingers draw up your arm, tickling your neck, and find their way to cup your jaw.

“Princess,” Ari practically groans, shifting to block the sun from your face. “You’re killing me.” You grin, keeping your eyes closed.

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” You taunt, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in the way you know drives Ari crazy. “ Daddy .” You draw the word out and peek an eye open just in time to see Ari’s pupils blow wide.

Ari shifts closer, sidling himself right next to you. Your mouth waters as his broad chest brushes against your shoulder, as his hand slides from your face and down your neck. His fingers trace over the edge of your swimsuit. You’d chosen it specifically to tease him, knowing it’s too small to fully cover your breasts.

You hum lightly in pleasure as Ari runs his strong hands over your body, and for a moment, you worry about the possibility of someone seeing you. The beach isn’t too busy today, but the possibility of someone walking past and seeing the way Ari is touching you, the way you’re reacting to his touch, makes you shiver.

“You think you can tease me and not have any consequences for that?” Ari asks, dipping his head to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck.

You shrug, keeping up your air of indifference. “You’re gonna pay for that, princess. But not right now. Right now, I want to enjoy the weather with my gorgeous girl” Suddenly, Ari’s arms sweep under you, and he swiftly picks you up. You giggle into Ari’s chest, holding onto him as he carries you toward the water.

Ari walks into the surf until the crystal blue waters come up to his waist. He settles into it, letting you adjust to the temperature and as you do, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“I’m glad you got the day off,” you tell him as he shifts your position, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Me too, princess. Your dad might be getting a little suspicious, though.” You sigh at the mention of your father. Ari and your dad have worked together for years now. You hadn’t meant to fall for your dad’s friend, but you don’t regret it one bit. One day, you’ll tell your dad, but you don’t want to think about it right now.

“We’ll tell him soon,” you say, pressing a kiss to Ari’s firm chest. “But let’s just be here. Let’s just enjoy today.” Ari gazes down with you, blue eyes shining like the water, and smiles.

You and Ari swim around, talking and laughing, carefree in a way the two of you often aren’t able to experience. Once your fingers get pruney and the sun starts to set, Ari picks you up and carries you back onto the beach.

After gathering your things, you and Ari wander back to the hotel. He’d surprised you by booking it for the weekend and you were so grateful because it means no sneaking around, no hiding; just an entire weekend of you and Ari.

When you’re back in the hotel room, you bask in the chill of the air conditioning before wandering into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You slip out of your bathing suit, leaving it on the counter, and step under the spray.

You start your routine using your favorite shampoo to rinse the salt from your hair. As you engross yourself in the routine, you hear the bathroom door click open. Ari wanders in through the steam, leaning against the counter. You watch as he picks up your bikini bottoms and twirls them around his finger.

“This bikini is gonna be the death of me, princess,” he says, voice low and gravelly. “You looked so sexy in it.” You smile to yourself as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. Ari slides the shower door open and steps under the water with you.

“Ari,” you whisper, drinking in the sight of his gorgeous body. Your eyes drift down his muscular chest, his abs, his adonis belt. When your eyes land on his hard cock, you go weak in the knees.

“You see something you like, princess?” You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. “Then take it.” You sink down to your knees, letting your eyes flick up to Ari’s face. He grins and cups your face with his big hands as you lick a drop of precum from his tip. He tastes salty and sweet, and you bite back a moan.

Before Ari, you’d never really enjoyed giving head, but Ari changes everything. How reactive he is, how much pleasure he gives you as you pleasure him. It’s amazing. You take him into your mouth, sucking him as deeply as you can, and Ari’s hands shift to your head. He doesn’t push, just guides you as your mouth moves over his dick.

“So good, baby,” he tells you through gritted teeth. “So fucking good.” You glow under his praise and squeeze your thighs together. Pleasure shoots through you and builds in your belly. You lose yourself as you take Ari deeper and deeper, loving his taste on your tongue.

Ari suddenly pulls away, and you watch him for his next move. He helps you stand and pins you to the cool tiles. He lets his eyes travel over your body, and you feel heat settle in your belly.

“See something you like?” You ask, tossing his words back at him.

“I do,” he replies, running his hands up your torso to your breasts. He runs his fingers over your nipples, toying with them. “And I’m gonna take it.”

Ari dives in and kisses you, stealing your breath away. Your knees wobble beneath you, and he picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. Your pussy grinds against his cock, and you moan into his mouth. You wiggle your hips, aching for him to fuck you, to drive himself deep inside of you.

“Please, Ari, please,” you whisper, building your pleasure higher and higher as you grind against him.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he says, sucking a mark into your neck.

“Ari, I want you to fuck me, please,” you beg, picking up the pace of your hips. Your orgasm builds and builds. “I need it so bad, Ari.”

“Yeah?” he asks, gently biting your shoulder. “You want me to fuck you?” You nod, already a whimpering mess in his arms.

Ari snakes a hand between you and finds your clit with his fingers. He rubs circles in the way he knows you love, and it nearly sends you over the edge. The moment you’re about to come apart, he stops. He holds your hips still, and you groan as the orgasm fades.

“Ari,” you whine, trying to writhe against him, but he holds you still.

“Hm, princess, you shouldn’t have talked back to me earlier,” he says, running his thumb back over your clit. You jolt, sensitivity setting in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Ari,” you tell him, hoping he’ll take mercy on you.

“Actions have consequences, baby.” He grinds his hips against yours, resuming his ministrations on your clit.

Ari works you up to orgasm after orgasm before ripping each of them away, not letting you come, over and over again. He shuts off the water and carries you to the bed, not caring that both of you are still dripping wet. You shake in his arms, a puddle in his hands. When he’s finally decided that you’ve had enough, you have tears pricking your eyes.

“You did so good for me, princess,” he whispers, kissing you gently. “So good.” Ari shifts your hips and lines his cock up.

“Please, Ari, please, I need you so bad.” Ari kisses you and finally presses inside of your aching pussy, making you see stars. He stretches you so much it almost hurts, but he soothes the pain with his lips on your cheek.

His pace is gentle but deep, hitting the spot inside you that makes your body shake. He worships your body, wringing pleasure from you. He whispers words of praise to you, making your body sing.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” he tells you as an orgasm builds deep inside you. “My perfect princess.”

When you come, your whole body tightens, and your vision blacks out. Ari fucks you through it, kissing you senseless. With a few more flexes of his hips, he follows you over the edge and sinks to the bed beside you. As you come down from the high, Ari pulls you into his side, holding you close and pressing kisses to your temple.

In moments like this, your love of Ari seems to flow from you. In every touch, in every whispered word.

“I love you, princess,” he whispers into your hair.

“I love you too, Ari.”

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worksby-d · 4 months

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hehe a prompt: going mall (ahem b&bw 😌) shopping with steve, andy, or ari 🥰🫶🏻

fuck it, let's talk about all three 🤭 they would LOVE bath & body works i just KNOW it i’d force them to love it 🔪

thanks for a fun lil idea, brandy!!

Picking another body spray off the display you’re working your way around, you take a quick sniff of it, but you need the full effect.

“Give me your arm,” you tell Steve without looking at him, just holding out your hand for his.

He’s beside you pretending to look around. He knows he can’t go far since he’s holding the basket that you handed to him as soon as it started to get the tiniest bit heavy with everything you’re picking up.

He knew the nudge you give him was coming. It’s only the hundredth time you’ve done it since coming into the store. When you ran out of space on your own arms, you had to start spraying fragrances and putting dots of lotion on him instead.

“I don’t think there’s anywhere left for you to put anything,” he chuckles. “You’re gonna start mixing scents, sweetheart.”

“What are you talking about, there’s a lot of surface area on these bad boys,” you tease, patting his large bicep. “Don’t you worry.”

He wants to roll his eyes, but he can’t. He can’t do anything other than be a sap and press a kiss to your forehead as you lean to smell the spray you spritz on his upper arm.

Bonus: Steve’s fave scent is Dream Bright 💎

“Ugh,” you groan, smelling another candle. “I don’t need this. Tell me I shouldn’t get this.”

You don’t have to ask him twice. If he had it his way, you definitely wouldn’t be looking at candles right now considering the shelf full of them you have at home.

The words leave his mouth instantly. “Don’t get it.”

“Okay,” you sigh, catching a glimpse of his unamused look.

But your actions contradict your words. You set the candle in the basket he’s holding.

He scoffs feeling the added weight, dramatically dropping his arm as if that made it too heavy suddenly.

“You just said you don’t need it,” he chuckles, trying his hardest to suppress his smile.

“Look how pretty though,” you pout, picking it back up to show off the decorated jar. “And it smells so good.”

He has no choice but to take a whiff of it as you hold it up to his nose.

“Okay, okay, it smells good.” He can’t hide his smile anymore as he gently pushes your arm away and gives in. “Get it then.”

You gasp putting it back in the basket and shake your head, tsking at him. “Always an enabler, Andrew.”

Bonus: Andy’s fave candle scent is Pistachio & Toasted Vanilla 🤎

“Smell this.” He steps behind you and puts a hand over your eyes before holding a candle up to your nose.

You jump, reaching behind you to swat at his leg, playfully hitting him for startling you. “Ari!”

He chuckles, ignoring your scolding tone. “Do you like it?”

“I guess,” you laugh, bringing your hand up to pull his away from your eyes.

He moves so you can see him. “I wonder if they’re safe for–”

You don’t let him finish his question, cutting him off with a stern look. “They’re not.”

His mouth drops open in faux offense. “How’d you know what I was gonna ask?”

“Because you have a one-track mind,” you scoff, grabbing the candle from him.

“Hm,” he pouts, giving it up easily once he knows he can’t use it for what he wants anyway. “What’s the point if they can’t be used in bed?”

“Normal people use candles to make their homes smell good, you know that right?”

“Well,” he rolls his eyes. “That’s no fun.”

Bonus: Ari’s fave scent is Cozy Vanilla Bourbon 🥃

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#this is so silly 🤭#steve rogers #stever rogers x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #requested #brandycranby

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Ari brought along, reader who is an ex-CIA for the mission. while staying resort. they have an argument about the mission then which leads to sex

sorry, it took so long, I hope you like it.

summary - reader does something reckless on a mission and ari isn't happy about it.

warning - slight angst, fluff and smut.

18+ only, please, gif created by @katlarence and divider by @newlips

“How could you be so stupid?!” Ari storms in behind me. I can picture his nostrils flaring as his pretty blue eyes glare at me. “You could’ve ruined the fucking mission!”

I roll my eyes and continue to my room, “I wasn’t going to ruin the mission. I was saving your ass, but I’m guessing a big man like you can’t handle that fact.” When I entered my room, I thought he would back off, but apparently, he decided to join me. “I’m going to be getting naked in a second, so if you want to continue this argument, then deal with it.” I huff when I’m met with silence but begin to take my torn shirt off, my plump breasts bounce free, and my nipples harden from the cool breeze.

“You could’ve gotten hurt. What you did was unprofessional, and I should take you off any future missions.” I scoff, bending forward as I pull my dirty pants off. Groaning when I feel a pain in my leg, but god forbid I let Ari know.

“I’m fine. You can leave now. I saved your ass, and that’s that. It’s over now. Get over it and move on, fuck.” My bottom lip goes between my teeth as I feel a dull ache spread, not noticing the bulky man shoot forward and move to stand in front of me.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt? I told you to listen to me. Now, look what’s happened.” I throw my head back, annoyed with him. Not seeing his eyes take in my soft breasts or how they slowly move down to my throbbing cunt, a squeal of surprise leaves me when I’m thrown onto the bed. “Stay still.” The growl in his tone causes me to clench around nothing.

Ari slowly crawls on top and pins me down. My naked form spread open and ready for him. “Good girl, so you do know how to follow orders.” His cock twitches when a small gasp falls from my lips. His thick veiny hands quickly move down to free himself before grabbing the base and rubbing his tip against my glistening folds. Ari smirks, looking deep into my eyes, “don’t worry, this will help you.” He thrusts deep inside my tight cunt, causing a sharp moan to leave my mouth.

My arms wrap around his broad back. Every time he thrusts, my nails dig deeper into his flesh. “A–ah, Ari, oh.”

“Feel good, sweetheart? You going to follow orders from now on?” My face turns into a silent scream when Ari pounds into my sweet spot. The resort sounds like a porno from the noises coming from the two. “Fuck– you’re so fucking tight. You’re mine.” Ari’s hands dig into my hips as he leans forward, his lips brushing against mine. “Understand?”

“Y–yes, all yours. Please,” My back arches as he picks up his pace, his massive cock destroying my insides with each thrust.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for me.” His hips begin to stutter when he feels my walls clench tightly around him, and my back arches as I cum. Ari’s pace picks up, going harder as he notices my cream coat his base. “Fuck, you did so well for me, baby. Now take my cum like the good slut you are.” He buries deep inside me, feeling his cum shoot out and fill my tight hole.

I let out a sigh of relief as we finish, an oof sound falling from my lips when Ari flops down on top of me. A soft smile appears on my face as Ari peppers kisses along my neck and shoulder.

The pair are wrapped up together as pure bliss fall over them. Y/n’s hand comes up and strokes Ari’s hair, “thank you.”

Ari lifts his head slightly, his blue eyes holding peace and happiness as he softly smiles. “Just stop scaring me like that, please.”

thank you for reading!

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months

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I love you 3000 writing bonanza!

I’ve hit 3000 followers!!!

Now if you remember a while ago I asked how you guys would like to celebrate and this is what I’ve come up with! If you remember my 2.5k Followers Writing Challenge and Exchange its kinda similar to that but I’ve made some improvements!

What is going to happen is I am going to open up my askbox/dms for requests!

To make this manageable and allow me to complete as many as possible I will only be accepting requests in these following forms:

1) A question about a character or series

For example: How would X characters feel about Y character doing XYZ?

2) A What If…. For one of my series

For example: What If the character for X series met 10 years prior

3) A request using a maximum of 3 of the prompts below (the list is hella long so I’ve put it below the cut!)

For Example: Ari Levinson / Mob AU / You won’t get away so easy

If I receive a request that does not fall into one of these three categories then I will not fulfill it!

And because I like for everyone to be able to get involved if you yourself are a writer/want to give writing a go and you like any of the below prompts feel free to use them (the max of 3 doesn’t apply to you guys) all I ask is that you tag me, use the hashtag Niamh Loves You 3000, use appropriate warnings and let me know which ones you’re using so I can keep my eye out!

If you are writing a fic using the below prompts I ask you to follow these rules:

No sexual relations with minors, no somnophilia, necrophilia, incest, toilet stuff, snuff, or beastiality!

Dark Fics are allowed (Non-Con/Dub-Con) but they MUST BE APPROPRIATELY TAGGED!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

No word limit! If it’s over 500 please use the read more function!

All the prompts are below the cut, remember its a max of three, but you can mix and match as you like so the possibilities are endless!

Characters:

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Ari Levinson

Curtis Everett

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ransom Drysdale

Any other Chris Evans character

Trope:

Fake Dating

Only One Bed

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Cuddling for warmth

Trapped together

Mistaken Identity

One night only

Love Triangle

Fated Mates

Childhood Sweethearts

Grumpy x Sunshine

Forbinned Love

Forced Proximity

WILDCARD! (You can pick an Trope not listed!)

AU:

A/B/O AU

Mob AU

Sports team AU

College AU

Emergency Service AU

(Medieval) Royalty AU

(Modern) Royalty AU

Pornstar AU

Fairytale / Fantasy AU

Biker AU

Soulmate AU

Band/Musician AU

WILDCARD! (You can pick an AU not listed!)

Dialogue:

"I told you not to touch that"

"I'm tired of answering that question"

"Why didn't they come?"

"I'm so sick of pretending everything's okay"

"don't just stand there! do something!"

"do you remember that night in [insert place]?"

"is there a problem here gentlemen?"

"what on earth happened here?"

"there's blood everywhere"

"Get in the van!"

"I'm not saying you're a bad cook, but even the flies in the kitchen wear gas masks."

"I may be a terrible dancer, but I've got great moves in bed."

"I'm not high maintenance; I'm just low tolerance for mediocrity."

"I love the sound of your voice and the way you say my name."

"Being with you feels like coming home."

“You're not the person I thought you were."

"I never imagined my life without you."

"I never got to say goodbye."

"I'm so glad you're here to point out my flaws. I would never have noticed them on my own."

"Oh, don't worry about being late. We'll just sit here and wait for you forever."

"I'm sorry. Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Why do you always insist on seeing the worst in people?"

"It's not my fault you can't handle the truth."

"You don't know what I'm capable of."

"I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want."

"You think you're better than me, but you're not."

"I'll use anyone I need to achieve my goals."

"You've made a huge mistake, and now you're going to pay for it."

"Don't you realize how much you've hurt everyone around you?"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"don't you dare go slow"

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow"

"move and you won't be coming tonight"

"hands behind you're back"

"Beg for it"

"you can take it, you've done it before"

"I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"do you think you deserve a reward/punishment?"

"show me how much you missed me"

"Are you holding back? don't"

"shall we put your mouth to better use?"

"Slowly, I'm not going anywhere"

"I said I'd take care of you"

"Please, I can't sit still"

So there’s absolutely so many to pick from covering fluff, comedy, angst and smut 😉 don’t forget to follow the rules I’ve set out above!!

I love you all 3000 🩵🩵🩵

#NiamhCelebrates #Niamh Loves You 3000 #Writing Event #writing challenge #request info #chris evans #andy barber #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #johnny storm #jake jensen #steve rogers #colin shea

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lilacevans · 2 years

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#chris evans #cevans #cevansedit #chrisevansedit #ari levinson #lila's gifs #bro imagine just being snuggled up in his arms #face buried in his chest #his arm under your neck #his other thrown over ur waist #and when he wakes up he just #tightens his hold and pulls you even closer #and just cuddles you up all tightly #im weak #christopher how dare u #if u have any gif requests then just lemme know #lila's ari gifs #the red sea diving resort

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forchrisevans · 2 years

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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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oh-my-damn · 1 year

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Probably you should write something about divorced ari x babysitter college student! reader. like ari is single and divorce single dad, who is busy with work and needs someone to take care of his daughter. Then BOOOM Babysitter reader comes in to get the job because she need cash!!!! she has hidden crush ari

👀👀👀

Omg i love this concept

Especially if she has a blatant crush on the older man and ari is somewhat oblivious to it bc he would never believe she'd be into him (he's old and damaged goods, after all)

But Ari works a lot and his ex wife has decided to start a new life with her new bf, meaning she doesnt show any interest in seeing her daughter. So you become a bonus mom to the little girl; you're there every day, spending time with her while Ari works. After a while you start to do more chores around the house too, because she needs naps and you have nothing better to do. So you'll prepare dinner, ensuring you keep it warm until he gets home. You clean up around the house and even start doing the laundry when you notice how it piles up.

And his daughter absolutely adores you. She becomes so attached that she throws a fit if you ever leave or isnt around, which makes Ari suggest they turn one of the spare room into one you can stay in when its needed. You happily accept, frankly his house is a lot nicer than that shitty apartment you share with someone you met on craigslist.

Ari super fucking rich, his house is like a damn mansion, and eventually you end up basically living there. It feels natural for him too, he starts buying you things when he notices how you need them (including a new laptop and phone when he realizes yours werent working, and he knows youll eventually want to study so the laptop is needed) as well as giving you a big raise for all you do.

He actually becomes content. He enjoys coming home to you and his daughter, it makes him feel happy and safe. His buddies tease him about how he needs to get out there and start dating, but part of him just doesnt want to. He isn't sure why.

Everything changes when he runs into you as you're about to leave the house on a saturday night, wearing a short dress and high heels. You look absolutely breathtaking, hair and makeup done beautifully.

Ari stops in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat as he looks at you, "You look beautiful, sweetheart. Where are you off to?"

Your cheeks warm at the compliment, your fingers almost trembling when you nervously adjust the dress. "Oh, uh, I have a date tonight.."

You didnt really want to go but your bestfriend had forced you to because she said you needed to get over your obsession with your employer. You cant keep pining after a man twice your age, she had said. Part of you knew it wasnt healthy since Ari didn't seem to return your feelings, but you couldn't help it. To you, he was the perfect man.

"A date?" Ari feels like he's been dropped into the freezing ocean, his entire body tensing. He didn't know you were dating, although he realizes you have every right to. But he doesn't like the thought. "I didn't realize you had a boyfriend."

"I don't," you hesitate, wide doe eyes meeting the cerulean blue of his, "I-Uh, I don't really want to go, my friend is making me.."

Ari's stance relaxes a little at your words, his tone turning more hopeful, "No? If you don't want to go, you shouldn't have to, honey."

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip at the petname, your cheeks feels like they're burning up as your eyes meet his.

He offers you a soft smile, and it makes butterflies tumble around your tummy, your words a breathy whisper when you say, "I like someone else but I'm not sure they like me back.."

Ari swallows thickly, taking a small step closer, "So you're going to forget about this other person?"

You nod timidly, your heart pounding in your chest when he steps even closer, the clean familiar scent of him enveloping you. His hair falls in cascades around his face, the light blue shirt he's wearing have the top three buttons open, revealing some of the dark curly hair adorning his chest.

"Don't you think that's a good idea?" You whisper nervously, inhaling deeply when the smell of him makes your mind swim.

Ari watches you for a moment, his eyes bouncing between yours, and then it's like what happens next is a blur.

His hand grips your waist, pulling you towards him and making you stumble into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist as he cups your cheek with one large paw of a hand.

His head tilts down to look at you, guiding your face upwards to meet his before he whispers, "text your friend and let her know that you're not going anywhere tonight."

And then he pulls you to him, his beard scratching your skin when his lips glide over yours in a possessive kiss.

#drabble #divorced!ari levinson #babysitter!reader #ari levinson #request #wrote this on my phone so its probably full of errors lmao

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neonovember · 11 months

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Could you do an Ari Levinson x teen!daughter!reader after she has a hard day?

this is my first time writing a daughter!reader insert so please if you have any tips do share cause it was tricky at times, this was fun to write nevertheless! I feel like Ari and Steve would be the best people to talk to after a hard day, (it also help that they have huge chests you can cry into).

seriously tho, fuck group projects

Burgers and Milkshakes

pairing: dad!Ari Levinson x teen!daughter!reader

warnings; anxiety, panic attacks, self deprecation, group projects

summary: life is hard, especially when sometimes the thoughts become too much. But your father is nowhere but where you need him, and he’s got a hell of a lot of patience.

The cracked concrete under your converses crunch as you stomp down the edged path, the summer afternoon rays have just set in, beating down at you incessantly. You can feel the sweat drip down your neck, cascading down your back, before absorbing into your dampening shirt. You itch with the need for a shower, cringing at the sweat pooling near the nape of your neck, you almost scream when you have to blow your hair out of your face for the 100th time.

Your backpack presses painfully into your shoulders, weighed down by the thick binders of books you had shoved from your locker the second the bell rang. It wouldn't normally be a problem, especially since your house was only a short walk away, but God had found it amusing to throw a wrench in that, and instead, your usual short cut had been taken over my fluorescent vests and the smell of sweating workmen rebuilding what you had thought was a perfectly well built gravel road.

It had been years since you had last taken this route, and in your haste to get home, you had forgotten how scenic it was. The spiny concrete path was enraptured with nature, with low willow trees bending over so close you had to duck from its emerald leaves, and a river stream that broke the sunlight across it like diamonds. Your fingers itched to grab your notebook and draw a quick sketch, but you didn't doubt something would bite you if you tried reaching into the black hole that was your backpack.

Summer break was just around the corner, creeping in to the point where you could practically taste the salt air of golden beaches and feel the sticky mess of dripping red ice pops. Most importantly, you couldn't wait until you were dragging Ari to one of the hundred museum’s your town had to offer. Your classmates had reiterated the same desires, some telling you about the trips they would take abroad, and through the country, Ryan, a short but loud kid in your class, had even said his dad had gotten his family an RV to sail across the states.

You would've liked that, you think, travelling through the country with a beat up RV, collecting trinkets and cheap souvenirs from each city and town you drove to despite your fathers protests. Ari maybe even finally teaching you how to drive, finding an empty country road where it was so far from civilization your father would be sure you wouldn't accidentally kill some pedestrian.

Either which way your summer break would go, you couldn't wait before emptying your locking and leaving those faded blue entrance doors to your school. It wasn't that you hated school, in fact you didn't mind it, especially when the tight knit group of friends you had made it that much more tolerable, but it seems like more and more things were happening that was just piling onto, and you feared you were one thread away from imploding.

And the reminder of what had occurred today turns your mouth sour, and the relief the scenic trail had given you is now overrun by an immense feeling of anger and frustration. Your shoulder still aches from your backpack, and the never ending sweat continues to drip down your back, and it all just feels too much.

You had this fear, this incredibly foolish fear that you were unknowingly despised. It had taken over your entire life one summer, shackling you to the confines of your room despite your friends begging for you to come out, you just felt it, like the blood in your veins, that you were just, unlikable.

And most days your friends would snap you from that never ending spiral, reminding you of how loved and adored you were, your own father, despite being the biggest burly man you knew, wouldn’t think twice before sitting you down and letting you cry your heart out to him, before taking you out to your favourite diner in town.

“Nothing cures tears like a burger and milkshake”

At Least it was better than having him storm into school and beat up the first person who looked at you wrong, yeah much better.

But recently, it felt like you could feel yourself slipping into that self-deprecating puddle, and there was no way to stop it, left to just watch yourself sink, sink, sink like quicksand until you were drowning. You feared today had been the day that broke the camel's back, and it began to hit you, as you were left to be consumed with your thoughts walking home, how much it had affected you.

You were so distracted with your thoughts, you hadn't realised you had trekked through most of the trail, seeing the familiar sight of your neighbourhood just around the bend. It was the afternoon rush, and the street was alive with sedans and vans packed with kids, some smushing their faces against the window, the bickering sound of siblings fighting over food and the familiar sound of cartoons coming from Ipads.

You would have appreciated the sight of the world alive if you weren’t drowning in the anxious thoughts that circled you like a shark, waiting to pounce. Jaywalking across the road, and avoiding the judgy look from the lollipop man, you finally make it to your street, and yet your relief is short lived when you nearly fall due to an obstruction on the road. You catch yourself just in time, stumble a little before realising you've nearly tripped over your neighbour's dog. The golden haired boy looks at you curiously, unfazed and not moving from his rested position on the sidewalk. The poor boy was exhausted from the afternoon sun, flapping his ears as you scratch under them.

“You better be careful next time Sunny” Calls your neighbour, waving at you from her seated position on the coach that was pushed onto the decked veranda. A embroided fan is gripped in her hand, and a glass of something orange rattles with ice cubes in her other. She waves you over, and you jog across her yard, running a hand through the sprinkler she had going.

“Bruno’s been sittin’ there for hours, don’t know what's gotten into him, ‘specially with this heat and all” Your neighbour says, passing you a glass of what you now recognise to be cordial. The artificial sweetness tastes like heaven on your tongue, and you can’t help but gulp it down in 3 sips before wiping a hand across your mouth.

Your neighbour smiles at you, her curious gaze penetrating you like you were translucent.

“You alright there Sunny?” She asks, and you have to peel your mind away from the cesspool of your thoughts to form a coherent response.

“I think it's just the heat, I’ve been feeling out of it all day” You reply, your neighbour nodding along to you, before the clank of metal resounds from your backyard.

“That’s your dad, I think he's been trying to fix that car in the back, he's worse than Bruno that one, won’t even stop for a drink” Your neighbour teases, and at the mention of your father you quickly bid her goodbye before wasting no time to run up the front porch stairs stuffing your key into the door. The cool air of your hallway almost makes you cry.

You pass by the hooked photos of you and dad, before dumping your heavy backpack onto the couch, craning your neck for any sign of your father but of course he isn't anywhere you can see.

“Dad” You yell, walking towards the kitchen, hoping he hears you through the fly screen of the backyard.

“Dad” You yell again, irritated at his silence, you open the fridge door, resting your head on the shelf as the cool air calms the rising anger and sweat. Your neighbour's generous drink had satiated you for the length it took to walk from her house to your own, not goddamn long.

You peer at the fridge, only to find the shelves bare and the sides where a usual jug of ice water would be, empty. You slam the fridge door so hard, the cabinets rattle from your abuse.

You notice the jug on the countertop that you had filled with water in the morning, now warm and gross from the afternoon heat. Your father had completely forgotten your request to put it in the fridge earlier before you had left for school. A simple, straight forward request that would take no longer than 5 minutes.

You storm through the kitchen, sliding the fly screen door open to see your father under a pick up truck that had been sitting in your backyard for months. Your father seemed to love taking on impossible projects rather than completing simple tasks you had specifically asked him to.

You storm towards him, noticing the faded red beat up radio spurting out Marvin Gaye. Of course he couldn't hear you, you could barely think against the loud tunes coming from the speaker.

You turn the speaker off with your foot, screaming rather purposefully

“DAD!!”

Your father shrieks, a loud clunk coming from under the truck before a groan follows. Something like a muffled curse leaves your father's mouth before he rolls himself out from under the truck.

“Jesus, honey, I almost broke my nose under there” Your father groans out, dusting his hands across his jeans before leaning back onto this palms.

There's motor oil and grease splattered across his worn shirt, a bandana is wrapped like a headband across his forehead, pushing out the loose strands of curls sticking to his face. His hands have it the worst, charcoal black, the consistency of tar wedged between his fingers and under his fingernails.

“Pass me a rag will you?” He nods towards a dirty chequered handkerchief, wiping his brow with a hand as the sun beats down on the both of you.

You stare at him baffled, did he not see the gigantic jug of warm water you had in your hand?

“You alright there hun? Some aliens did not abduct my daughter and bring in a clone?” You father jokes, chuckling at his own joke before stopping abruptly at your still silence.

“Shit, for real? Bring me my daughter back!-” Your father replies, getting up from his knelt position.

“Dad” You reply monotone

“-All honesty your kind should be pretty scared, that girl has a mean right hook, so if you even dare try any-” Your father continues rambling

“Dad! God! Can you look at me?” You shout, and your father looks taken back, you never shouted, not really, not unless you were on a rollercoaster or because you were mad. And your backyard sure wasn't Six Flags.

“I left this Jug of water on the countertop, and I told you to put it in the fridge because someone in this house actually listens to the weekly forecast. And I was right, today was the hottest day since, since, like 50 years! And- and you- I told you and you know what you said? You said okay, you told me you weren't a 5 year old and would know that a jug of water on the kitchen counter had to be put in the fridge”

Your father shifts his gaze to the jug of water in your hand, noticing how your arm shakes a little, the knuckles in your hand protruding out as you hold tight, too tight.

“I come home expecting a nice cold drink of water, and I see it, still there, not moved one inch from where I put it!” You shout, frustrated, you want to throw the jug across the yard, watch the glass shatter and water spill into the concrete, turning it dark before the sun brightens it again.

“Sun? Hey, I’m sorry. That was my fault, I should've put it in the second you asked me to, I just got wrapped up in this,” You father nods his head to the pickup truck propped up by bricks, “But that was more important, whatever you tell me is more important okay?” Your father replies, and you nod in agreement

“Yes, that's right” You reply, and your father moves closer to you

“Can I take the jug from you? I’ll just place it right here okay?” Your father replies, and you nod as he takes the jug from you and places it to the side, you don't notice it, but your hands still shake and Ari clasps them in his own, smiling down at you as he holds them to his chest.

“You’re shaking honey” Your father replies

You stare down at your vibrating hands, shaking them as if that would tear away all the anxiety that feels like it's begun to stick to your skin. It’s a different kind of heat that fills you, your chest aches like air is being passed through a wall, every shallow breath leaves you panting for oxygen and you reach out to Ari in panic distress.

“Sun? Sunny? Baby can you hear me? I got you alright? Oh honey” Ari strains, engulfing you into his chest, before picking you up bridal style

“I’m just gonna take you inside okay? Away from all this heat, you don't have to do anything, just hold onto me okay?”

You can't bring yourself to form a coherent response, pushing your face into his shoulder to stop the tears from streaming down. It was all too much, the thoughts, the fears, the black hole that always seemed to pull you down into it, like it was a shadow following you everywhere, waiting and waiting until it could sink its claws knuckles deep.

The motion of Ari taking you back inside feels numb, like you're wading through a current. It's all around you now, your mind, it's slipping between the cracks like sand through fingers.

You find your back against the living room couch, a glass of water on the coffee table and that sight makes you sink, it makes you break because it's cold to the touch and you've ruined it all.

“Sunny? You gotta breathe for me, can you do that? In, out, in out, you know this, it's muscle memory. I know it seems impossible, but your body knows what to do, just let it, let go”

You don't notice your shallow hiccuped breathing until you take control of it, forcing your lungs to swallow air, breathing it in through the stomach like your father had taught you. It takes time, but Ari is patient, holding you as you breathe in and out, he would do it forever if he wanted to, he would be buried holding his baby girl if he needed to.

“You wanna tell me what's been going on?” Your father replies after he feels the rhythmic beat of your chest return to the pace he's memorised.

“I- I don't know, it's that feeling Dad, I- I can't help but feel so shitty about myself. And I- I don't know if its school or or” You ramble, and your Ari just listens, listens to you unleash all the bottled feelings you had kept hanging onto your shoulders.

“Anything happen at school?” Ari replies

You shrug, wiping away tears that had streamed down your cheeks

“Group project” You reply, and Ari nods, rubbing a hand down soothingly up and down your back.

“Someone giving you a hard time?” Ari replies “I swear to god if-”

“No, no no. Nothing like that, just someone being condescending and equally unhelpful. I asked her multiple times, this- this girl part of the group to contribute and you know what she does instead? Take my name off the goddamn paper” You gruff

“What? Are you kidding? Does your teacher know? Do you want me to call her?”

“No its fine, I handled it, but it was just frustrating, felt like she hated me for absolutely no reason, and no one in the group even cared, it was like, it was like they silently agreed to everything she said.

“You can’t control how others view you, trust me on this, people are going to think what you think, and no amount of changing or convincing will shift their own perception of you. But hey” Your father holds your face in his large palms, rubbing away the tears with his thumb

“That's all it is, a perception. They don't know you, they're outsiders looking in, and there are plenty of people who have known you your whole life that still won't understand you. And that's okay, you're the only one who has to live inside your head so fuck em’, this is your life baby girl, and you are the most talented, intelligent and most wonderful person I will ever now. Ever.”

You can’t hide your smile, and your fathers eyes light up at the change in your face. You reach for him and move to hug his neck, with your eyes squeezed shut, you don't doubt that your anxiety will always be a part of your life, your own little roommate, but you don't doubt that your father will be there too, taking up most of the coach, and filling your life until he was apart of you too.

“Fuck group projects, they still make you do that?” Ari replies after a beat

“Fuck group projects” You giggle, whilst nodding.

The silence of the living room is interrupted by a loud gurgling coming from your stomach, and your father chuckles and it tells you enough of what hes going to say next.

Burgers and milkshakes

“And if you had looked closer I bought a 10 pack of water, it’s sitting there in the back shelves. Know it's hard to see cause of all the other shit so I don't blame you-”

You shift from your position on the diner coach.

“What? You- you should've told me dad, I got mad at you for nothing” You reply, now feeling the guilt flood through you, you had a hard time regulating your feelings, and sometimes your father is on the receiving end of it.

Your father shakes you off, leaning back onto the booth couches

“No, no no, stop with that, you were right, you had asked me and I forgot, and it might of been small but you had a lot going on and I couldn't see that, that's my fault, I’m your father, I’m meant to notice these things, it's my job” Your Father replies, sighing

“For the record, your a pretty good dad despite that brain of yours” You reply, smiling

“What, you're saying there's something wrong with my noggin? The same one that gave you all your smarts huh?” Your father teases, pointing a fry at you

“Um..I’m pretty sure I got that from Mom so” You giggle,

Something flashes across your fathers eyes, like a bittersweet nostalgia that glazes over his blues, and he nods at your reply

“Yeah, yeah you did” Your father smiles, and you bite your lip at the mention of your Mom, savouring the moment of the silent exchange of the memories of her between you and your father, a silent longing that never fully goes away even years after.

“So you think we should get you tested?” You reply after a moment

“Hhm” Your father coughs out, blinking back his eyes as he shifts them from staring blankly out the diner window.

“You know just in case of an early onset of dementia” You reply

“I heard their handing out free lobotomies from Levinson's backyard, you gotta get under a pick up truck and get your daughter real angry so that when she screams your name you bang your head real hard under there” You continue laughing

Your father shakes his head “You’ve been keeping that one in huh?, Just know the feds will be coming after you” Your father replies

“What do you mean? '' You ask confused, and that confusion doubles as your father grins at your reply, like there was something he was hiding from you.

“I was fixing that pick up truck so I could teach you during the break, and then it's yours, if you well, pass which is highly unlikely since you don't know one thing about motor vehicles-” Your father replies, before he gets cut off by you squeal, you scramble from across the booth and wrap your arms tight around Ari, stuffing your face into his neck as he grips you tight with his arms.

“You’ve just been promoted from pretty good to amazing” You sniffle, and your father chuckles, rubbing his hand across your back.

“Don't get too excited it ain't finished yet, still gotta fix the motor, and that goddamn sluggish accelerator” Your father groans

“The oil router to the engine, yeah yeah, I’m already a genius at this” You reply and you grin as the sound of your father laugh spreads through him, like a syrup of joy that seems into you, in a way that overshadows all the anxieties and thoughts and fears that had taken homage in your head.

Burgers and Millshakes really did solve everything, especially ones where the cook listens to 70’s pop out of the same beat up stereo your friend had sold for a pack of Marlboros

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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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send me prompts/requests <3

with the exception of scat and pedophilia, it can be pretty much anything <3

a brand new scenario, a continuation of one of my pieces, anything <3

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worksby-d · 7 months

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!!!!! i am TORN 😭😭 gonna send in another one but ari levinson + cuddling in the first morning light?

hehe saw ur tags, i found that limiting myself to a few sentences really helped my writing flow

thank u for the request brandy!!!

Prompt: “Cuddling in the first morning light.”

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: ~300

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Waking up, you can tell it’s early by the dull rays of the morning sun peeking through the drapes covering the windows. You have half a mind to scold Ari for waking you so early, the weight of his arm as he reached to pull you closer to him impossible not to feel, even in your sleep.

But it doesn’t seem like he’s awake yet, soft snores still coming from his side of the bed. Carefully turning to face him, a smile tugs at your lips and you roll your eyes.

You bring a hand up to push his hair off his forehead, using your fingers to brush through it and gently scritch the back of his neck.

That gets him to stir, beginning to wake with a quiet yawn.

“Dreamin’ about me?”

“Huh?” He hums. His voice sounds rough as he stretches, slowly opening his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

Wrong answer.

You scoff, dropping your hand to his chest to jokingly push away from him.

“What?” He sounds desperate to know what you could possibly be upset about five minutes into the morning.

“If you weren’t dreaming about me, who were you reaching for in your sleep? Huh?”

“No one,” he chuckles. “I swear.” He rubs your back with his hand that’s still draped over you. “Is that what I did?”

“Yeah,” you huff.

He shakes his head, pulling you closer again, and you let him, but you don’t spare him a skeptical look.

“I wouldn’t wanna be holding anyone but you right now,” he promises, giving you a soft kiss. He laughs when you don’t kiss him back. “Sweetheart–”

“You’re sure?”

“Never been so sure about anything.”

Your raised eyebrow relaxes and you eventually return his kiss. “Okay.”

“I never get just a simple ‘good morning’ from you,” he teases, rolling his eyes.

“I know.” It takes everything in him not to kiss the smirk off your face. “I like fucking with you.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Sub Ari! Sub Ari! Sub Ari! Something... anything on sub Ari please 🥺

Ask and ye shall receive. So I don’t write Sub!Ari and reader, we get a Sub!Ari X Reader X Curtis. Ari is a switch. He can turn off his dominate side, and let his wife and husband Dom him. He can double Dom with his husband to their wife. And there is something that makes them both weak, seeing a man bigger than both of them, submit like a good little boy.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Can We Do Double?

Summary: Curtis catches your punishing Ari.

Pairings: Ari X Reader X Curtis

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, face riding, DD/lg dynamics, throuple (2 men/1 woman), light bondage, anal, teasing, pussy job, cum swapping, praise kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4K

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Curtis walks through the door, and looks around confused. It was too quiet. With a a glance into the living room, thinking he might find you and Ari sleeping, but nothing. If it wasn’t for the fact that both of your cars were here, he would think the house was empty.

He sets off to the bedroom, maybe you were asleep in there. But with an open of the door, the two of you were anything but resting. Ari naked, his cock angry and leaking of precum, begging for attention, while you rode his face. Your hands pressed tightly on his chest, and your head thrown back to the ceiling. Hips gyrating on his flattened tongue, while he basks in your juices. His full beard glistening from your cum.

Ari’s lips go to circle around your bundle of nerves, and you turn to look at him behind you. His eyes deep pools of lust, “Did I say you could move your tongue?”

He mumbles out a no, shaking his head, and you adjust yourself to hover over him. Ari lets a strained whimper, and you chuckle at him, “What were you saying sweet boy?”

“No, you didn’t tell me to move my tongue,” his eyes drift to your cunt that he would prefer to be feasting on. With his hands tied to the bedposts, he can’t drag you back down. “What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“Please, I just want you to sit on my face. Use me.”

“What are you two doing?”

“Hey Daddy!” you give him a little yip and he shakes his head.

“You’re role right now isn’t the submissive. Ari is deep in sub space, you’ll confuse him.”

“Oh yeah, right.”

Curtis slowly begins removing his clothes, a soft, “And she wants me to be submissive,” rolls of his lips, and you pout at him. “Uh-uh. I asked a question. What’re you two doing?”

“Ari…this sweet boy wanted to be punished.”

“Ari,” Curtis chastises, leaning over to look at him. His hand gathering up your slick from his beard, and he pops his thumb into Ari’s desperate mouth. “Is that true?”

He nods his head, that mouth sucking on Curtis’ appendage, and his tongue circling around it. “I bet you thought you would make me let you suck my dick, huh? This sweet princess of ours has already started the punishment though,” Ari whimpers at the thought. He wants it all. It’s never enough.

“What did he do?”

“He scared me,” you answer giving your ass s wiggle, but never settling back over Ari. Leaning down on his chest, you give his lower stomach sweet kisses, creating a trail right to his cock that was in bad need of attention.

“Sweet boy, how could you? Or maybe you’re just a little brat who enjoys this slow torture.”

Using Ari’s chin as a way to stimulate your clit, you lick up his own slit. Ari’s musky flavor invades your senses, and you moan at the feeling.

“Well, you’ve got two choices, baby,” Curtis begins. His fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and he snaps his fingers at you. “Stay with me, Princess.”

“That’s not what you call me.”

“If I use the other one, I’m dealing with a brat who wants to be punished and a needy little cunt who can’t finish what she started. Stay with me,” you know he’s right. This is what he was preparing you for. You wanted Curtis to submit, but then you were easily overwhelmed with Curtis. It was a losing battle.

“Now, baby boy, choice one, you continue letting your mommy fuck that pretty face of yours, while I fuck that tight little cunt. Neither one of us will touch that cock. I like making you cum without touching it.”

“Or?” you ask kissing up Ari’s shaft. Lifting up your ass enough for him to see your drenched pussy clenching around nothing.

“Or, have this angel straddling you, and I take turns fucking both of you.”

Ari’s face turns up in thought. Barely able to properly think with your pretty folds in his face, and Curtis finally removing his pants, his cock hard and throbbing.

“Double?”

“No baby boy, her pussy lips will be hugging your cock, but you won’t be in her. You’ll be sliding that pretty dick through her folds. I’ll be fucking your asses.”

“Yes!” Ari shouts excitedly. “Yes!”

Moving to sit up, you look behind you at his excited face, and he nods, “That didn’t answer the question,” you remind him.

“Fuck us both. Daddy, I need you to stretch out my cunt! And my cock is so needy for something.”

“Alright princess, this sweet boy made a decision,” he holds out a hand for you, and helps you spin around facing Ari. You give your sweet boy a filthy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue has you grinding over his messy cock. His spongy tip rubs over your clit, and you moan into his mouth.

Taking care of him, while Curtis lubes the two of you up. Thumb fucking the two of you, and Ari’s lewd mewls in your mouth has you begging for more.

Curtis pushes his cock into Ari’s tight little hole first, and that sweet boy gasps on your lips. “I wanna see us make him a wreck,” you lean up, letting Ari’s face be the perfect thing for you and Curtis to watch. Not just his sweet sounds, but the way his face turns up in pleasure. His hands twisting around, as he tries to free himself.

“You know that’s not gonna last,” Curtis mentions, giving a hard thrust into Ari, has him whispering out another please. “He’ll break through those flimsy ties.”

“I wanted him to,” you give Ari a hard grind, and Curtis pulls out of Ari’s ass, and entering into yours. Ari pouts up at you, not out of jealousy, but because he wants to hold you.

Curtis slams his hips into your ass, leaving you a gasping mess. “I did not think you were going to be this easy, Princess.”

“Curtis.”

“Pay attention to him,” you pet along Ari’s beard, telling him what a pretty boy he was. Both you and Curtis loving how he preens with the praise.

Curtis pulls out of you, and enters back into Ari, “Look at you, baby,” you coo down at him, “Make mommy so proud, and break your bonds. Show me how tight that pretty hole of yours is gripping Curtis’ cock by holding me.”

“Holy shit,” Curtis pants, his thrusts turning more swift. Railing into Ari with a fervent need.

Ari does as he’s told, making fists, and you drool at the sight of his thick arms, shining with sweat, and those veins you just want to bite, break his bonds, “Such a good sweet boy,” you sing his praises. He grabs onto your hips hard. Using your body to move up and down on his cock. Delighted that he’s getting a pussy job and Curtis was making him breathless.

The three of you sea of delighted moans, and wet slapping skin. All connected, and no sight of where the other begins. Every part of you belongs to each other. Ari grips your hips even tighter. His muscles rippling with how fast he rubs you on his cock.

“Oh, he’s gripping me so tight. You close baby boy?” Ari struggles to nod, and you can’t help but to run your fingers through his hair. He was always so pretty as he was falling apart. Completely out of his mind with pleasure, and you were part of that reason. It made you feel strong and powerful.

“Ahh, fuck!” Curtis growls, his thrusts reaching an all time high, and he stabs into Ari vigorously, “Let go!”

Curtis was struggling. He was about to blow, and Ari wasn’t there. His nipples right there, you pinch them both hard, and lean down to kiss on his neck, “Let go baby, it’ll feel so good. You look so pretty when you,” Ari lets out a long whine, as he spurts onto the two of you. Your pussy lips loving the extra heat from his added spunk, and with one hard and deep thrust, you hear Curtis letting out his orgasm yell. Slowing his movements and letting Ari milk him dry.

Removing yourself from Ari, you lick up the creamy mess, and turn to give Curtis a taste. His tongue immediately dominating your mouth, as he tastes yours and Ari’s essences. “Very good,” he says pushing you back.

“Baby, you want a bath?”

“Yes, please,” Ari coos, going to sit up. “Daddy?” Curtis cocks up an eyebrow at him, having an idea where this is going. “Can we do double later?”

“Of course. I need you in a different headspace. But I think we can manage double with our Little Princess. You want her ass or her cunt?”

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justalonelyslytherin · 1 year

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Come send me in some prompts for small blurbs & drabbles! I'll have nothing to do over eastee and so I thought I'd give you guys the oppurtinity to send in some prompts for me to write.

How? You can send in a couple of different variations:

1-3 word prompts or a dialogue prompt + the character you want

an au/trope + a character and I'll tell you what story or scene comes to my mind with them

prompts or questions for my already existing series. You have something that you want to know about the setting or the characters from Legacies/MKYK/Little Spiderbro/any other thing I have written. Send it in and I'll answer/write something for it

The characters I write for are the usual suspects: Steve Rogers, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, but also: Andy Barber, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea, Lloyd Hansen, Johnny Storm

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cevans-seb · 2 years

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a request where ari returned from his African-Jewish mission then goes and ask his ex-wife, reader to give him a chance

Hii, thanks for the request. Hope you like it!

5 months. It took Ari five months on his excursion, utilizing his makeshift hotel to smuggle refugees to safety. 5 months of risking his life for the betterment of others. He loved his job, as it was something he was passionate about, but it came with more risks than death. Sacrifices outside of the camp were made. Marriage was also sacrificed. Y/N was tired. Ari would spend days upon days away from his phone and when things became sticky communication was obsolete. Never a letter, text, or call came from him. It was what led to their divorce. 20 years with a seemingly best friend, tarnished because of it. Their kids' reactions to the divorce were mixed. One was understanding because they also experienced Ari’s neglect, but the other refused to accept it. They wanted their family to stay intact, with no separate living, birthdays, or Christmases.

“Mama, can’t you two work it out?” the youngest pleaded. “ I bet papa won’t do another mission if you tell him, please!” fresh tears pricked their eyes as you held them.

“Baby, I want that to be true and I know your dad wants it to be true, as well. Unfortunately, your dad is also headstrong and loves putting others before himself. This last mission we could’ve lost him and I can’t keep this charade any longer that I’m okay about it. I want you both to grow up in a home that’s filled with love, joy, and sweet memories, but I can’t give you that with your dad anymore.” you sniffled. Your youngest was 13, but you didn’t know how to explain the severity without wallowing in agony about losing your best friend.

“Dad comes back in a few days! Can you both try for me? For both of us!” their heart wrenching sob tore throughout their vast home. The eldest heard their cries and rushed in to alleviate the situation.

‘Y/YC/N, let mama rest. We know this isn’t easy for her.” they ushered the youngest away from you.

“She’s ruining this family!”

There was silence lingering at their outburst which made your heart shatter. Shards decorated at your feet with each thump that erupt your eardrum. You thought about the risk of divorce and how it would affect everyone, but after news broke out about Ari’s camp being infiltrated. It crushed you. Sadly, divorce has been a topic even before his mission. Ari was never home, spending his time at meetings to prepare for his mission- much to your dismay. Although, he never took heed when you presented papers to him and merely thought of it as a threat, he would soon realize how severed his ties were.

“Ari, I don’t want to go on this mission. Think about us for once.” you bellowed. “The kids and I are tired of staying up to the crack of dawn because we have no clue if you’re alive or not. Those missions affect us a lot more than you think, and I really need you here to help raise our kids! Please Ari, don’t go.” your ears were ringing as your head pounded. It was a marching band playing in your head by how much noise was occurring.

Ari leaned against the kitchen island, frustration evident on his face. He glanced between you and the papers laid straight on the table.

“This is my job, Y/n.” he retorted. “ It’s my job to help people that need it and right now they need me.”

“We need you too! God, can you actually see that or you don’t care how we feel about this. The kids have spent more time around their uncles than you. You are so caught up with these missions that you forgot our child’s birthday or how about the time you left our child in your mom’s care because you left early for one of your missions. Open your eyes, Ari!” you argued, cursing under your breath when you began sobbing.

Ari quickly rushed to engulf you, but you knew better than to melt in his warm embrace and slipped out of his grasp. He was still pressed on going to Sudan and knew that he would have to make a choice sooner rather than later. With a long sigh, he took the pen that settled beside the divorce papers then signed underneath your signature.

“I know you want me around more,” he started. “The kids understand how important this is to me and I would think my wife would too. This is something beyond myself, something I know I need to be involved with, so I'm going.” he strained to say. You noticed his eyes also started to water before he left to stay with one of his friends.

The divorce was finalized within a few months and with that Ari was gone. He would call the kids but reframed from contacting you. Adjusting to life without contact broke you, his aura still lived in this house. Those days he arrived home, throwing his jacket on the couch while the kids latched onto him or when it was summer and he tended the grill, wearing his favorite flannel and crocs. Your doorbell brought you back to reality. Reality that have you recently divorced and yearning for Ari’s return.

“PAPA!” your youngest announced.

He’s here early. Ari was home and now you have to approach him after 5 months. Staggering to your front door, there he stood in all his glory. He wore a pink flannel with brightly dusted stars on it while he matched it with a pair of cargo shorts. His normally trimmed beard was bushy and his chest hair covered his necklace. Without thinking, you approached him.

Ari cleared his throat as your youngest let go of the hug. “Hey Y/n,”

“Hi,” your voice broke. You fail to realize how much you missed him. His contagious smile and warmth started to surround you as you let your guard down. He whispered apologies in your ear while you cried in his arms. The fight evaporated from within you as you recalled the events he experienced. Losing Ari terrified you, but right now he was home.

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