#ari levinson self insert
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See Me
AN: This is my second attempt at posting on this blog. I haven't written in years, especially smut so it isnt my fault if it sucks. My blog is also a mess but i'll fix it eventually. (it took fucking forever to find a plus-size photo, bc ✨inclusion✨ and i'm plus-size) the reader is black bc i'm black. enjoy.
Warnings: Hair pulling, cursing (lemme know if there's more i missed), daddy kink, sucky ending
MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI
"Fuck... wha'j'ya do to me sweetness, hm?" Ari growled in Faye's ear. His hips slammed against her ass in tandem with every honeyed sound that slipped from her parted lips. "Look at me- look at the spell you put over your Daddy with this pussy."
Faye's eyes cracked open and her knees almost buckled at the sight she was blessed with. Through her bangs, Ari was staring into her eyes through the mirror in front of them. Their glacier color sent a chill down her spine that made her nipples tight and achy. He grabbed her neck with a meaty paw and pressed his thumb under her chin, pushing her head back for a nasty kiss. His nose pressed against her cheek, beard tickling the side of her face as he licked into her mouth.
The faint taste of the sweet cigar Ari had just a few hours ago swirled and plumed into her mouth as if the smoke was still present. Sweet cigars and mint. A taste she wanted to devour from his mouth for the rest of time. A taste disrupted when his strokes became slow and deep, hitting the right spot inside of her.
"God- Ari, m'right... right there, daddy."
He pressed his nose behind the shell of her ear before dragging it up to the softness of her hair in all of it's bedhead wildness. The sweat beading at her hairline was curling her straightened hair. A smile twitched at his lips as he saw her smacking him with astounding force for ruining it even though he'd drop stacks for whatever hairstyle she desired.
"Right there?" Ari teased. "Not here?" he brushed a hand over her nipple. "Or even here?" pressing his fingertips against her swollen clit.
Faye clenched her walls around him, almost laughing when his pace stuttered and an airy sigh traveled down her back. Almost. A cry echoed in the tiled room as Ari wrapped her hair in a tight makeshift ponytail.
"Does your voice work?" he hissed in her ear.
Whimpering, Faye breathed out, "yes."
"Then fucking use it."
Her eyes slipped shut at the sheer dominance in his voice. "Your fingers- I want, fuck.. I want your fingers to rub my clit until I-"
Ari pushed his knee against the inside of her leg, spreading them open wider before slipping a hand down to her sopping heat. He Faye sobbed, head falling forward as he relieved the tightness of the throbbing nub between her lips before being pulled back. Her eyes snapped open and she was staring at herself in the mirror. Teary, lidded eyes and a trembling lower lip as she cried in relief for her pussy.
"Atta-fucking-girl," Ari punctuated with deep thrusts that Faye felt in the core of her stomach. "Yer' right there, arent'cha sweetness? Let go. S'alright, cum for me."
Faye's body shuddered and let her hair fall through his fingers and her cheek pressed against the cool marble of the counter. Her hips rose back and wetness streamed down her bitten inner thighs, soaking Ari's length and his thick brown happy trail. In her seconds of near unconsciousness she felt the counter vibrate as something slammed down on it before heat and weight pressed against her back.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and brown wisps of hair brushed against her lashes. Faye laughed, a full and rich sound that made Ari stir from above her. He pressed his lips against her rounded cheek, "What're you laughin' at?"
"You! I mean- are you trying to crush me?" she asked.
Ari huffed and pressed his body up from the counter, muttering something about liking to be crushed in a mating press. Faye followed suit, hissing as his cock slipped out of her. The feeling of wetness renewed as his cum rolled down her inner thighs.
"Christ, mother of Mary- Is there something wrong with your dick?" Faye shrieked.
"The hell are you talking about woman?"
"Why is there so much cum?" she said, talking more to herself than Ari.
Ari stared at the woman as she twisted around, trying to view the back of her thighs in the mirror. He scrubbed a hand over his face, smiling at himself. "I really wonder what amazing thing I did to have the honor put a ring on your finger."
"It's still coming out!"
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You have Ari wips? ☺️ if you're up for it, may we have a nibble of something ip?
hi needle ☺️🫶🏻 have a snippet from one of my oldest wips, arranged marriage a/b/o duke!ari x princess!reader AU, (asian/desi coded as always but no description)
His hands guide yours off your clothes but he doesn't try to loosen your skirts. Instead, he slides closer on the bench, pulling you onto his lap and enclosing you in the fold of his arms.
"This is a hug, sweetest. Have you… have you never had one?"
Muted by the cloak of his scent, you shake your head. His heart beats under your ear, a steady even pound that soothes the bristling creature in your head. It's so warm, so dark where you're pressed up against his chest, hidden away in his arms. Safe. You're so safe cradled here. It makes you want to nuzzle his neck and breathe in his thick musk until you’re lightheaded, take liberties with this kind Alpha without his leave.
The wetness of your tears doesn't register immediately, but when it does, it's with a jolt of panic that makes you twist away.
long rambling under the cut :^))
i've wanted to write a palace setting ever since i started writing fic, especially during quarantine when i was consuming stuff like bajirao mastani and a shitload of tvb historical dramas. i think about what it must have been like to grow up in a harem, to fight for dignity and respect that should have been given to you, to have to hide your softness and be strong and sharp and smart unless you wanted to get killed by another concubine.
i also think about how physical touch is something so forbidden in many asian cultures and how much im starved for contact. i think about how emotional i am, how many tears i can cry at a time, and how my mom never ever cries when things get tough because it's natural for her to process rationally and logically. she's not broken or missing anything in the same way that someone with autism isnt broken for experiencing life and emotion differently. im not looking to demonizing one culture or another and i definitely not making this into an east vs west white savior thing.
but growing up, i didnt know what to do. it was a big learning process solved by communicating what i needed. i recommend this comic by ruth chan which is very healing
so, this fic is an illustration of the balancing act i've finally kinda mastered after 20 years. duchess isnt there yet, she's still struggling to accept that she's more emotional than what her culture prescribes as proper and appropriate and that she can't control it. because she was never taught why or how and how to feel safe communicating this with someone she trusts.
i thought it'd be interesting to put all of this in the context of a/b/o which we know deals a lot with physical touch and instinct and emotions. i wanted to see how different origins and traditions create miscommunications. and ari is the perfect vehicle for this. it's going to hurt so much (sorry duchess) and then he's going to be a soothing balm for us all.
it's all so very very complicated and close to my heart. thats why it's taking so long :'))
i also understand that this is reader with a lot of personality, one that you (general you) may not vibe with and i say thats valid. jjst please move on if she bothers you or if you feel like you cant connect with the fic.
that being said, even if she's was not written for you, i hope you can still try to understand her and feel affection for her and the story
@punemy-spotted duchess mention <3
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Update on Writing
Heeeeey. So my mental health took a hit over the past few months, which explains my delay on...well...everything. But I have been writing little bits here and there! Here's what's currently on tap:
Hello, Neighbor is still here! I have just un over 3,500 words on it so I'd say there are a few more scenes and it'll be done. I'm not stuck, per se, I just have trouble engaging when my brain is being a little bitch.
I have a little over 1k on a Mikaelson-centric fic and I'm so sorry. The Originals is one of my comfort shows so I've been watching it a lot. Oopsies. Anyway, chef reader, Klaus and Elijah, tantrums, knives, and poisoning enemies.
Stucky A/B/O still has about 2,700. I'm not sure if I'm ready to dive back into that or not, but it made it onto my currents list.
Elijah/reader sugarbaby fic. About 1,600 words so far and that's just random snippets.
I'm also dying to start on the next fic in the Situationship universe, so that could be fun. It wouldn't be Ransom, though. Maybe Steve.
That's all I've got so far. Plus an RPS Chris Evans/reader request that's probably too late to do but I'mma do it anyway. Fingers crossed I can get Hello, Neighbor out this week. Fingers crossed my brain stops being dumb.
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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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slightly nsfw but ari levinson is so fucking soft, and I myself have no desire to fuck him (or anyone, im ace) but I would really just like him to get fucked if that makes sense??? like someone should just fuck/peg that man he deserves it
Ooohh nonnie, I hear you. I hear you loud and clear. That man should really learn to let himself be loved and I think him getting railed would be a great step in the right direction. I would really really like that for him too. I personally think Destroyer!Chris would be just the man for the job. And if not him... I mean, I'm not ace myself, but I do have a complicated relationship with traditional heterosexual dynamics, plus I'm a shipper rather than a self-inserter. However. I would of course be honoured to peg Ari if that was what he needed. I'm selfless like that 😌
#well this is going to be on my mind all day now#thanks nonnie#ari levinson#chris evans#rsdr#minnie answers
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜
Hi! Thank you so much for sending this. I am gonna switch it up a bit, because instead of five fics, I'm gonna share a series and then four other masterlists that I feel everyone should go check out.
My own series I'm sharing is Life Is Short So Make It Sweet. It features Curtis Everett and a plus-sized reader he affectionately calls Honey. It's a soft domestic series for a character that IMO deserves some good.
Then you should check out @angrythingstarlight's expansive masterlist that has so many incredible AU's for characters like Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, etc. If Mafia or Bikers is your theme, this is the one for you.
Also her birthday is coming up and she is doing a special writing celebration!
Absolutely gotta go see @sagechanoafterdark's masterlist. She has so many interesting series, but one of my all time favorites is a Bucky Barnes and Special Enhanced Reader called Lazarus. It's got it all in this series! Her other writings include a variety of Chris Evans characters and different themes.
For more AU series I would check out @navybrat817. She writes for a variety of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, sometimes intermingling them all together into fascinating scenarios. Nick Fowler and Bucky Barnes in the same verse? Yeah, she made it happen.
And @what-is-your-plan-today's masterlist is a treasure trove. Her series are long, well plotted and full of surprises. She writes for a variety of Chris Evans characters and will write OC's as well as Reader inserts. A few of her series are also co-written with other incredible writers, so each one is a little different in style.
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✨💖I'll love you in every universe💖✨
About
Heather's Harem of Hotties™ includes: Andy Barber, Robert Pronge, Jake Jensen, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Pete Brenner, and Lloyd Hansen.
My OG is Wanda Maximoff, I made this blog so we could have an RP wedding on here.
Characters I RP as include: Michelle Mittal (oc,) Charles Randolph (oc,) Nélia Laurent (oc,) Anjali Kumar (oc,) Birdie-Mae Wilson (oc,) Ellie Montgomery (oc,) Pup (self insert,) Angel (self insert,) Kitten (self insert,) Sugar (self insert,) and Renée Drysdale (genderbent Ransom Drysdale.) More will definitely come later.
Ships: Wanda x Angel, Andy x Pup, Andy x Pup x Renée, Robert x Michelle (butterscotch,) Robert x Andy x Pup, Ari x Michelle, Ari x Andy x Pup x Jake, Ari x Charlie, Ari x Birdie, Curtis x Sugar, Pete x Kitten, Pete x Ellie, Pete x Kitten x Ellie, Jake x Anjali, Lloyd x Nélia, Renée x Marta
This blog contains cg/l dynamics and daddy/mommy kinks. If you aren't comfortable with that then I suggest you don't interact.
This is literally all just for fun so don't be rude!!
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Please note that even though I will accept requests, I cannot guarantee I will be able to write everything you send me. Sometimes it's a matter of time, sometimes it's a matter of imagination, or sometimes it's just not my cup of tea. I also decide whether it will be a drabble or a one-shot.
— I am free to refuse a request or push it to whenever I feel inspired.
— Requests that violate my guidelines will be deleted or blocked.
— Feel free to send me poems, gifs, or songs that might inspire me to daydream
— I write fem!reader inserts (and sometimes curvy!fem reader and latina!female reader)
What I will write
— any AUs/tropes
— angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, poetic smut: choking, soft dark! character/reader, praise/degradation kinks, exhibition kink, soft dubcon, sex toy, bondage, overstimulation, dom/sub, exhibitionism, and other kinks (just ask)
—poly relationships are accepted
Characters I write for
— Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler, Mickey Henry, Stucky, Frank Adler, Natasha Romanoff, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen
what i will NOT write
— incest, pedophilia, beasteality,necrophilia, age play, race play, self-harm, dd/lg, underage characters in situations they clearly shouldn't be, water sports, scat play, foot fetish, and grooming, anything to do with abortion, miscarriage, eating disorders
Send request here
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ooh la la looks like rosie has a new project 👀 who’s fairy!reader? - 🧸
I do and i’m already planning it 😭 even though I have like a million other projects to finish 😁 but honey fairy!reader is me 😌 it’s a self insert series i’m working on but it’s very much gardenfairy-esque with some magical twists! 🪄🌈🪴🌷🌱🌸🍄🌿 I don’t have my name in it though, so reader is still going to refered to as y/n but it’s something that i’ve been thinking about for a while because garden fairy!reader with magical botanist!ari levinson and magician botanist in training!johnny storm? yes yes yes 🌷🪴🌱
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Update on Writing
Hello, Neighbor should (actually) get posted tomorrow. 🤞 I know I keep saying it's almost done--and it is!--just it wouldn't end. But I think I've got it now.
Aaaaand it's somehow 4:30 in the morning so when I say tomorrow, I mean today. 💕
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REMINDER: 18+ only, minors DNI. blogs who like or reblog csa or minor related fics, images, or posts will be blocked on sight. Gossip and drama blogs will also be blocked. No TERFS, homophobes, racists, or malevolent idiots will be tolerated. This is a running list.
I do not own the characters or fandoms that I write for. My work is not to be plagiarized, translated, used as inspiration, or reposted onto any other website or app by persons other than myself.
AO3 ～☆～ Asks Open (Drabble requests open)
《Thank you for visiting my blog, please note that I do not write RPF anymore.》
☆ Some but not all of my reader-inserts are written for Asians/Asian-Americans/Desis but everyone is welcome to read and learn about different perspectives. There is minimal description unless specified.
♡ Themes and issues addressed in my work may include: racism, internalized racism, experience as “other” in the US, immigrant parents, impact of cultural food and traditions, mental health issues as a result of upbringing, emotional neglect.
《Some work may have dark or triggering content. Please read the warnings before continuing with reading.》
Characters:
ੈ✩‧₊ Steve Rogers
✧˚ · . Ransom Drysdale
ੈ✩‧₊ Curtis Everett
✧˚ · . Andy Barber
ੈ✩‧₊ Jake Jensen
Series:
✧˚ · . In His Name: the Heroes
ੈ✩‧₊ Asian Reader Moodboard Series
✧˚ · . Seven Sentence Celebration drabbles
ੈ✩‧₊ CE Characters Headcanons list
Discontinued:
Misc. Cavill Characters
#masterlist#brandycranby masterlist#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x reader#ransom drysdale x you#ransom drysdale x reader#curtis everett x you#curtis everett x reader#andy barber x you#andy barber x reader#self insert fanfiction#ari levinson x you#ari levinson x reader#my masterlist#jake jensen x you#jake jensen x reader
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Update on writing! As we all know, I managed to post one (1) story, Situationship! I'm amazed I completed it, tbh, and it's all porn, which is even weirder. I hope people like it! Nobody seems to leave comments on here very often so I'm kinda uncertain.
ANYWAY, I'm stalled on the stucky that's over 14k. At a sex scene, of course. 🙄 My brain is so weird. Anyway, here are what I'm thinking of trying to finish in the interim.
Hello, Neighbor (it's got a title already!), Ari Levinson x Reader - it's fluffy smut, I'll probably get stuck on it, too - word count is at 1,560
biker!au Bucky Barnes x Reader - angsty thing (kinda mean Bucky) with happy ending, part of a larger world - word count is only at 814 right now
biker!au Robert Pronge (Freezy) x Reader - smutty fluff is the best I can describe it, which I feel is really strange for Freezy but, oh, well; it's part of the same world as the one above - word count is at 868
forced marriage!au Ransom Drysdale x Reader - angsty thing with probably (?) a happy ending - word count is at 976
There are others, but either they are slated to be MUCH, MUCH longer than just a few thousand words, or I'm already stalled on them.
OR I could write the next story for the Reader in Situationship. There's gonna be a whole series and not just with Ransom but I haven't started any of those, yet.
I'm trying to focus on Hello, Neighbor, but if anyone has any other opinions they want to share, lmk. 😁
#ari levinson x reader#bucky barnes x reader#robert pronge x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#writing#self insert#mine
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Update on writing! I'm being very S L O W on everything I'm doing. I had a sad and it's lasting, but I think I might be able to finish Hello, Neighbor (Ari x Reader) this week! Admittedly, it helps that it was already half done, but, you know, progress.
I've also been stalled on...uh...doing anything. I have missed so much stuff to read. 😭 I will catch up soon? Maybe? And then the recs will begin again. 💕💖
To apologize, here is a snippet, if you're interested. (No warnings because nothing happens but 18+ only, please.)
"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."
"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.
"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch–" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous and Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu–why are you such an awful person?!"
She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.
"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."
Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.
"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep, friendly, and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"
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So. Like. I'm still (trying) to write. I have a beta for the Stucky x Reader one I've been obsessing on, so that's good. The sex scenes trip me up for some reason which is silly because I've written them before. Not for a fanfic, but still! Frustrating. Also, when writing threesomes, having to keep track of how many hands everyone has is so difficult for me. I made Bucky a mutant with three hands at one point before I caught it.
Anyway, I have other projects waiting, too:
a mechanic au where I have 800 words on Bucky x Reader (main story) and 860 on a Freezy x (different) Reader which is more of a side story
forced marriage au with Ransom x Reader at around 970 words
Ari x Reader smutty fluff at 960 words
Snowpiercer Curtis Lives! au with Curtis x Reader at 2400 words (this one is literally mostly sex scenes right now, wtf)
an A/B/O Stucky x Reader at about 2600 words
Plus several other projects that are started but have less than 800 words. My brain needs to slow its roll.
I'm taking betas for any of those, too, if anybody's up for it. Just message me. 😊
#writing#self insert#bucky barnes x reader#robert prong x reader#mr. freezy x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#ari levinson x reader#curtis everett x reader#steve rogers x reader#stucky#stucky x reader#mechanic au#forced marriage au#a/b/o#mine
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