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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔: 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲/𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐳 ♡

Black Card

【Synopsis】 : You were hiding a big secret from your two loving boyfriends. What happens when they finally find out?

『Word count』 : 1.50k

-> Genre: Suggestive. Dark Romance.

Paring: MobBoss!Matz x F.Reader

[Warnings] : Heavy power shifting. Neck kisses. Dirty talk. Pet names. Swearing. Semi-nudity. Pole dancing. Strip clubs. Sir kink. Some mxm. Alcohol. Hickeies. Little bit of marking. Mention of gain weight (which is perfectly normal). Mention of a past injury.

Thank you, @skz-stay13 and @mjyungi, for requesting Seonghwa and Hongjoong for this day. ♡♡♡

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You sat in the back of a black SUV shaking your leg up and down. Saying you were nervous was an understatement. You’d never been in one of Hongjoong’s clubs let alone one of the strip clubs. But Seonghwa and Hongjoong had called for you since their meetings were lasting a lot longer than they thought, so they “needed you desperately” as they put it. You felt tingles in your gut at the thought your lovers was so in love with you that when either of them got sexually frustrated they would never cheat and take it out with someone else, but instead, beckon for you sweetly and desperately.

“Right, this way sweet-thing.” One of the very large bouncers you’ve met in the past, Ari spoke. He’s sweet, but you’ve heard he has a sadistic side. Must be why your lovers like him, and trust him so much. The minute you entered the dimly lit club, music filled your ears and the smell of overly sweet perfume and alcohol entered your poor nose. You still wonder how any of the boys could possibly spend hours in these clubs when they always smelt like a frat boys' party.

Following Ari, he slowly leads you towards one of the back rooms. You noticed all the erotic dancers, both male and female, dancing elegantly on stage. A memory of your past popped up in your mind and you had to give out a light chuckle. The person you were back in the past seemed to fit Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s world to a tea a lot more than you now… And yet you only met them and they only fell for you, as the person you are present. A sweet, soft-spoken, cottage vibe with sparkles in your eyes. A fairy, as Hongjoong liked to call you. Or Angel, Bunny. The list of cute pet names could go on for those two.

“They’re in here.” His rugged tone snapped you out of your thoughts as you suddenly took in your surroundings. This wasn’t the back rooms where their offices are? These look more like….

“Private dance room?” Your soft voice could melt anyone’s heart and Ari was no exception.

“Uh, Yes they requested for no one to disturb until they gave the word.” Now you were officially confused and even more nervous than you were before so when you were in the car. You quietly nodded to Ari before entering the even dimmer room than the one you were in. You could barely see other than the lit-up stage that was at the end of the room. Your heart was racing, feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest. Your breath picking up and your eyes blowing out to adjust to the darkness. And then suddenly a large pair of arms wrap around your waist making you literally jump and yelp.

“Easy there doll face. It’s just me.” Seonghwa’s lips latched on your neck, sucking in a harsh mark making you gasp. His dark chuckle vibrated against your flesh causing your body to shudder against him.

“H-hwa…” You called for him but had no clue why, it was like your brain was shutting down and only he was playing on repeat. You felt his hands dance along your body trying to find any and all exposed skin. His kisses got hotter as he bit down on your shoulder. But before you could beg for more, you were left empty, feeling Seonghwa’s hands and lips detach from your being. You shook your head a bit feeling yourself crashing back to reality.

“Hello, Angel.” Hongjoong’s voice was dark, sounding like pure sex appeal. You finally get to see your surroundings now that Joong has turned the lamp on next to his seat. They were both without suit jackets, Seonghwa’s tie was pulled and a few of Hongjoong’s buttons were undone. You gulped feeling your nerves turn into desire. You didn’t know what to do, standing in the middle of the room like an idiot but Joong seemed to notice your shyness, making a gesture with his fingers to ‘come here’ which you obeyed. Walking over to him, he stands up placing his point under your chin, dragging your face to his gently, letting his lips press against yours softly. The dominance dripped off these men, which would make anyone bend at their will. Including you. They were pure power.

“We have found out you’ve been keeping a secret from us, hmm?” His pupils were blown out, his voice barely above a whisper. You were trembling under his gaze. Trying to figure out what you could have possibly kept from your two mob boss lovers. Seonghwa’s hands find Hongjoong’s waist pull him close with a slight kiss of his neck.

“Come one, tell her baby. Our bunny is too dumb to figure it out on her own,” Hwa gave Joong one last long kiss before stepping back to the side taking one of the seats so he could watch his lovers intensely. You tried your hardest to think of an answer but your mind kept coming up blank. The only thing you could of possibly not told them was….

“Sir, please…” You begged, immediately knowing what he found. What else could it be, it's not like you hid anything else from them. But in truth, it wasn’t something that was brought up. You weren’t ashamed of it, but you did hate the insecurity that came from it. You had grown some extra padding and a knee injury since your days in the spotlight. You were more than rusty in your mind.

“how long were you a stripper?” Hongjoong just bluntly outed it. Making it seem more real than before. You gulped, feeling so little under his gaze.

“For eight years…”

“Eight years!? wow.” Seonghwa gasped in amusement but Hongjoong stayed silent, making you feel his power pool around you. He had the most control, the dominance to scare anyone. Why do you think he is a leader in one of the biggest gangs in Seoul. The king of Korea as people call him.

“You little minx hiding this dirty little secret. You think we’d never find out? Never confront you for such a naught past?” The words Hongjoong made your head spin. He knew how to talk and dirty talk was his specialty. “Well come on baby, let's see it.”

They now both sat on the two seats in front of you. you took a deep breath, gulping at the thought of dancing for your lovers. You haven't done it for years and now here you are, trying to find a way out of it. But you knew they wouldn't let you leave until they at least saw something. So you gave in, choosing to play your cards right. Might as well have fun with it no? You put your bag down, smiling slightly. Your change in demeanour made Hwa and Joong raise their brows at you. Placing one hand on each of their thighs you looked at them with a sinister and cheeky smile. “It’s gonna cost ya.”

Seonghwa was the one who chuckled, slipping his hand into Hongjoong’s suit jacket that laid on the armrest, pulling out a black card. Hongjoong gripped your chin making your mouth fall open before Hwa puts the said card between your teeth. “The pin is 2839, now take. It. Off.”

Your dominant tone faltered quicker than you expected having no match to the two men in front of you. Shaking a nod, not letting the card fall from your lips, you began to slip out of your clothing at a speed that made both men grin. Your eagerness was something they lived for. They thought they could say anything and you’d do it. You were always ready to please them. But in truth, they were the ones that changed the most. You made them feel human again. And when the song started to pool out of the speakers around you and you took your last deep breath in order to calm yourself down, you knew they were hypnotized. You are their baby, their angel. The sweet pink flower that brightens their day. Yet you had such a sexy dark secret that it made them melt the power they always managed to hold away.

You were the boss, you were the one who made the plans. They worshipped the ground you walked on and then some. And you had no clue how much power you actually had. The way your body moved against the pole, the music fitting your sensual dance. Your hair falling out of the ponytail you wore and the minimal clothing made both mob bosses' breaths get caught in their throats. They both had to keep adjusting their hardened cocks every now and then as they watched you with hawk-like stares.

You were in control. And you loved it.

-♥︎

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biteofcherry · 9 months

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Shiny Trinket

Heart of Ruby Masterlist

part of Ruby Garden series

Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive female reader

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

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

word count: 3.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, so maybe you like sparkling things a bit.

Maybe a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wrists, please."

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

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

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

Uh-oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallow nervously, nodding your head hesitantly.

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

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

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

Ari sighs.

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

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

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

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

"Do you perhaps need to safeword?"

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Sir," you grumble in defeat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Green,” you admit, pouting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which, actually, is tempting as hell…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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eulalielatibule · 3 days

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H-O-T📣T-O📣G-O

Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, like seriously Jake and Reader are the absolute cutest, threesomes, open relationship, language

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.

A/N: Ahhhh I got it done in time!!! I'm so excited. I've been planning on writing this fic for MONTHS but I couldn't think of what to do until @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 started their community extravaganza! Please note that Ari, Jake and Reader are in the NFL. My prompts were: Yellow + Feel like you’re being watched + “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

📣

The locker room buzzed as you and your fellow dancers got ready for the big game. As you finished up your makeup, you thought about how lucky you were to be a dancer on your dream team.

Dance and cheer were your life. Middle through high school you were on the varsity cheer team, and somewhere along the way you started taking acro and hip hop dance classes. Not only were you passionate, but also naturally talented. And it showed when you were out on the field with your dazzling smile and killer moves.

Being on Gladiators’ football field was your second home. Your first home? That was with your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, a fellow cheerleader.

You met him when you were auditioning for the first time. You didn't want anyone to know you were as nervous as a mouse being chased by a cat. So you occupied yourself by going over your routine again and again and again. You only stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see the cutest guy with baby blue eyes and spiky blond hair. He had offered you a snack, and you two got to chatting. One thing led to another, and now here you guys were, dating for three years.

Everyone loved you as a couple. You were very popular on the team's various pages and amongst the fans, which you couldn't blame them- you guys were an amazing couple. Not that you were biased.

“5 minutes!” Your manager called, and everyone finished up their prep and got in formation- two lines that ran out onto the field ready to do the opening dance.

Jake stood next to you in line and he kissed your cheek. “We're gonna do great.” You smiled at how sweet he was and kissed his cheek back, careful not to leave a lipstick mark. The speaker turned on and you grinned as the team was announced.

“Everybody make some noise for The Roman Legion!”

Cheering filled the stadium as you guys ran out, big smiles on your faces as you waved to everyone. The music started and you began doing your dance and pom routine. You were in the zone, your flow state as you let yourself go with the music and performed. At one point in the routine you turn around and you see none other than Ari Levinson watching you. You meet eyes and he throws you a wink which makes your smile brighten.

Ari Levinson was the Quarterback of The Knights, your rivals. You weren't really sure why you guys were rivals- Gladiators and Knights were kinda similar. Perhaps it all started 50 years ago when The Knights beat The Gladiators by a few mere points, making it to the Superbowl.

You didn't really care either way. While you thought the innocent rivalry could be fun at times, you wanted to be the exact opposite of a rival to Ari.

You and Jake loved each other more than anything. You knew that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him, and he knew the same. Another thing you two agreed on was your mutual attraction to Ari.

You felt bad about it at first, how you'd find yourself staring at him and daydreaming about how good he looked when on the field. But then Jake approached you one day, all nervous, and confessed to feeling the same way. You were relieved, and it led to a long talk which eventually ended with you two agreeing to approach him.

There was a rule that cheerleaders and football players on the same team couldn't fraternize, but there was nothing about if they're on different teams.

“Look who's watching us.” You whisper to your man as you get ready for him and another male dancer to lift you. Jake looks ahead and sees Ari, and you see how Ari smirks at Jake. If by some miracle he was into the both of you like you two were, then this would be a lot easier than you thought.

After the game you all signed some autographs and took pictures, and then everyone finally went back to the locker room.

“Ari Levinson was checking us out all night!” You whispered to Jake as you changed out of your yellow-gold uniform. Despite seeing you naked plenty of times and being your literal boyfriend, Jake still blushed when he saw your body- yet also couldn't look away. It was sweet and you giggled as he eyed your breasts.

“Jake! Up here,” you snapped your fingers to get his attention, and he let out a sheepish chuckle before clearing his throat.

“He was, wasn't he? Do you think it was just a coincidence?” You shook your head,

“No, of course not. Everyone knows we're a couple. And wanting to be in a threesome isn't an uncommon fantasy you know.”

Jake nodded as he changed into one of his favorite graphic tees. “Yeah, but is he even into guys? What if he wants to cuck me or something.” You scoffed and shook your head again, buttoning up your blouse.

“Have you seen the way he interacts with his teammates? That man is definitely bi. And I would never let anyone cuck you. We're a package deal.” You emphasized your point with a kiss before you finished getting dressed in your regular clothes. Jake smiled at you and nuzzled into your hair for a moment before he too finished.

“I know you wouldn't. And that's true. So what should we do?”

“Well, he'll probably be at the after party tonight. I think there is a good place to start, don't you?”

And so you two made a quick stop at your shared apartment to get dressed for the party. You put on a sparkly form fitting dress in your favorite color. Jake, not really being one to dress up, decided to wear one of his nicer shirts and a sports jacket and slacks. He also put on some fun patterned socks, because otherwise, “the outfit just wasn't me.”

The two of you eventually arrived to the party and had a great time. You mingled with your fellow dancers and had some drinks. You danced with your man. The whole time you kept an eye out for Ari but had yet to see him.

Starting to feel discouraged and a little overwhelmed by all the people, you and Jake stepped outside for some fresh air.

“If we don't see him tonight maybe we can hit him up on Twitter or something?” Jake suggested and you smiled with a shrug.

“Yeah, maybe. I just kinda hoped that we'd, you know, have some extra fun tonight.”

Jake scoffed light-heartedly. “You know we have plenty of fun together.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively which made you laugh.

“Mm, we really do.” You purred as you pressed against Jake, a big stupid grin on his face as he held you close and you two kissed.

You thought you two were alone but you felt eyes on you as you kissed. Whether it was the paparazzi or maybe someone who happened to be looking? You weren't sure but you didn't really care. Being in the spotlight you grew used to having eyes on you.

“Well look who it is, the NFL’s favorite couple.” You heard a playful voice say. You recognized it immediately to be Ari and you grinned against Jake's lips, kissing him once more for good luck before turning around to greet him.

“I don't believe we've met, I'm Ari Levinson.” He enveloped your hand in his larger- and deliciously rougher- one. You gave him your name and also introduced Jake.

“Ah yeah, nice to meet you too Jake.” He shook Jake's hand and patted him on the shoulder. Jake's cheeks had turned pink as he smiled up at Ari- you thought his little crush was adorable.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too! You're great at touch downs and stuff!” Jake babbled out, making you giggle quietly. You wrapped an arm around his waist as you cuddled into him.

“He always got a little shy around pretty people.” You spoke to Ari, making Jake blush more and Ari had an amused smile on his face.

“Oh yeah? Well that's a high compliment coming from you. Thank you, handsome.” He gave Jake's arm a squeeze and then turned his warm gaze to you.

“And you, you're even more beautiful up close. I don't know how you two do it.”

You felt giddy at all the praise being showered your way. You beamed up at Jake who looked like the excitable golden retriever he was. Ari chuckled at how adorable the two of you were and ducked in close.

“I can't believe I'm doing this…” You felt something brush your hand, and when you looked down you saw it was a hotel key.

Ari’s hotel key.

You cleared your throat and flashed the key to Jake, who's eyes widened like he just got a brand new bike for Christmas.

Ari’s big, affectionate smile never left- god you two were the cutest fucking people ever.

“I hope you'll meet me tonight. 10 o’clock?”

You shared another look with Jake, who nodded vigorously and you turned your attention back to Ari.

“We’ll be there.”

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Chapter 5: Heaven + Back

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Heaven isn’t even half as far as you’d thought it’d be. It’s barely out of town.

Word Count: 2,181

Content/Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, sundresses, size difference (applies to all readers bc Ari is just THAT HUGE), dry humping (imma call this technically smut), like sickeningly loving glances but don’t call it love, dancing, getting fed dinner

Author’s Note: I’ve never written anything sexual before, so go easy on me. Also, nothing gets me going like a man who treats his partner equally, taking care of certain things and not expecting anything in return, even though the relationship is full of equal exchanges. I hope this chapter shows a little bit of that back-and-forth. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. Kinda a sweet little flouncy tune.

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You and Ari had been officially dating for about two months now, but had agreed to take it slow for the sake of both of your hearts.

At this point, you were much more aware of the other’s schedule and trusted each other enough to share your locations, something he made sure of so you never had to stress over where he was like that one night. The one night that changed everything for him, for the better.

As you were getting off work, you looked down at your phone to see a text from Ari:

‘I’m picking you up at six. We’re going for a picnic. Rest is a surprise😘’

You smiled at the device in your hand. Ever since that night, he also made sure to tell you a general plan of the dates to ease your worries. Whether or not to eat before, what you might want to wear, could all be implied since he gave just enough detail without spoiling the whole plan.

Ari smiled down at his phone when he saw your reply:

‘I’ll be ready, see you then, Bear❤️’

Ari’s buddies at the ranger station took note of his dopey smile, the way he was always checking his phone unlike anything they’d seen in years of working together. Not even when he was dating his ex, Savannah, or as they all said amongst themselves, ‘the she-devil who must not be named,’ had he ever been this plugged-in.

She never cared to be around, and Ari never cared enough to check his phone for his messages while on the job, and that’s all they needed to know. You, however, they all really liked you. You had come by to surprise Ari during one of his later shifts, so only a few of them were around. Rachel and Max sat with Ari in the dim shack, lit mostly by the golden light that came through the blinds facing the west, a product of the sunset.

You knocked and came in, wearing a sundress and carrying a light dinner you had made using croissants you got from the bakery in town, along with a few baked goods for Ari and the other rangers. It was your day off, and another day of trying a new spot, so you’d figured it was as good a time as any to see where he worked and make a good impression on the closest things he had to friends besides Sammy.

You introduced yourself and sat with the three of them for dinner, everyone raving about the food and thanking you for the rare treat. When you got up to leave, Ari walked you out, giving a bear hug and kiss before he opened your car door and watched until you drove away.

He returned to the station to be greeted by two smirking faces as they chewed their desserts. “We like this one. Don’t mess it up.” Rachel quipped.

Ari went to sit back down at his desk, thinking about you in that sundress, unable to wait until the next time he could get you alone.

Ari was far from a home cook. All that his fridge really housed was enough to get by, but not enough to impress you, so Rachel helped him pick the best restaurant to get some takeout for your picnic date tonight. He’d cook for you someday, but he figured it was better to have enjoyable food now, while he was still learning. You didn’t deserve to be fed garbage.

He stopped by town to grab the meal before heading up the winding road to your place. You stepped out on the front porch in another one of your sundresses, hair down and sunglasses perched on your head to combat the evening light. You weren’t wearing a jacket, but this was by design. Maybe Ari could keep you warm. Little did you know, he had the same plan. He had purposely not said anything about needing one, excited for the chance to put you in a jacket of his own. It made him feral.

Ari walked up and greeted you with a peck, holding your hand to guide you back to the truck. Well, more like him holding out his pointer finger for you, with your smaller hand wrapped around it. You learned that first night after holding his hand that it was a little difficult to spread your fingers to accommodate for his large ones, so this was one of the solutions, besides holding hands without interlocking fingers, just as good of a fix.

He opened up the driver’s seat of his truck, knowing you would’ve slid as close to him as possible anyway, and grabbed your waist to help you get in as you jumped and slid, scooching over. Ari followed and held your hand once again as he drove.

“So where are we going?”

Ari glanced between you and the road with a smile. “Somewhere very special.”

He took a turn off the paved road and onto a dirt path, an access route that was part of the lesser-used hiking trails. Ari pulled past a creek, and through the evergreens, until he reached a rocky clearing, turning the truck around so the bed was facing a cliff.

He hopped out of the truck as you scooted to the edge of the bench, legs dangling over the side as Ari moved to stand between them. He rubbed your sides, leaning in and placing his forehead against your chest. He took a deep inhale, comforted by the scent of your perfume, but you could tell it was more than that. He was about to say something important, something that made him feel vulnerable. You ran your hands over his hair to comfort him, an attempt of telling him he could take his time, you would wait. His eyes raised to meet yours.

“This is my favorite place. I don’t think many people come out here, but it’s probably the best view you’ve ever seen. I used to run up to this spot just to get away from everything. Seeing town so small really put everything into perspective at a time where I was so fragile and everything was falling apart. I wanted to share it with you.”

You looked down at him, grateful that he trusted you with something he valued so much. “Thank you, Ari. Thank you for bringing me here.”

You leaned down and kissed him before he helped you down and led you to the edge of the cliff. He was right, it was a phenomenal view of the town below, framed by the rest of the mountains that created a valley for it to sit. A haze was falling down the mountainsides, covering everything in a light mist that caught the golden-pinkish hue the sun began to cast.

Ari opened up the truck bed, where you saw pillows and blankets wrapped up. He helped you in before joining, the two of you working together to lay them out before he pulled out the food through the back window of the truck.

You offered a hand, but he insisted on finishing the setup himself, pulling you across his lap and feeding you bites, alternating with his own.

As you finished up and Ari set the containers aside, you shifted to straddle his lap, your sundress draping over both of your legs like a puddle of fabric. From his point of view, he swore the setting sun formed a halo over your head. You looked angelic, and it was fitting, for the grace you always gave him. Sunday morning had nothing on you and the miracles your simple existence had done for Ari. He didn’t know he had needed saving, and that was just what you had done for him and then some.

Ari admired everything about you. It’s like there was magic in your eyes. For all he knew, this gravel road was a street of gold because you touched it. The only thing he hadn’t seen you do yet was turn water into wine. But to be fair, he hadn’t asked.

As you looked into his eyes, searching back and forth, you could see how deeply he was looking into your soul.

“Hey, Bear, what’s going on in your head?” You leaned in closer. He always looked at you with such deep care, but it was too soon to call it love, right? Maybe it was longing? Maybe it was trust, or appreciation? What was a word to describe all of those things together?

He looked up at you with the dopiest grin. “Just thinking about how amazing you are.”

His hands rubbed your back, slowly pulling you down closer to him until your lips met. Your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. This kiss which was soft and tender at first became needier. Ari’s hands moved to your hips and squeezed.

His grip pulled you forward, creating a delicious friction against your core. You could feel yourself growing wet through the thin fabric of your panties as he continued to guide you back and forth in his lap. You pushed yourself against him harder, feeling his erection grow through his jeans as you maintained a rhythm.

You finally pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air and tucking your face into his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his sun-kissed skin. The salty taste of a thin layer of sweat hit your tongue, swirling with his familiar cologne and the surrounding pine, creating a comforting musk that was so him.

One of Ari’s hands moved to your cheek, guiding your head so you could look into his eyes again.

“Eyes on me, Duchess. You look so beautiful right now. You’ve gotta be an angel, this feels heavenly.” Ari panted between his words.

You began to move your hips furiously against his, whines leaving your mouth as you could feel yourself cresting towards a peak. You could tell Ari was getting close, too, his moans growing deeper and raspier as his fingertips dug into you.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. I can feel how wet you are through my jeans. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

His eyes, his words, his body. They were all begging for release. The combination pulled you towards the edge as you felt a warmth flush over your entire body, your eyes squeezing shut, abs tensing, and pussy clenching around nothing. Ari’s strong hands kept you moving, riding out your high as he finished below you with a low grunt, your open mouths against each other, exchanging air.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with Ari’s, half-lidded and hazy with satisfaction. You scooted back towards his knees to see a shared wet spot on his pants from both of your releases, but Ari wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed at all. He had just shared an intimate moment with his favorite person in his favorite place, and every second of bliss was worth the slight discomfort he was beginning to feel. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to sit up from his spot leaning back against the truck cab.

Ari could see the shiver that ran through your body now that the sun had set, taking the heat with it.

“I’m, uh, gonna change into some of the spare clothes. You want a jacket?”

He vaulted over the side of the truck bed, landing in the dirt with a soft crunch of the pebbles under his feet as he opened the back door.

“Yes please.” You had moved to the edge of the bed, looking out over the cliff at the lights that now glowed in the windows of homes and shops below. It was picturesque, almost like a model village.

You turned over your shoulder as you heard music start to play. Ari had turned on the radio, low on the dash, a familiar type of music coming through the speakers and open driver’s side doors. You could see he had changed pants as he reached out a hand toward you.

“Care for a dance?” You jumped down and joined him as he slipped a hoodie over your head and pulled you close. Once a couple songs has passed, Ari stopped swaying and pulled away, looking at you sheepishly.

“I kinda didn’t think this through, but I need to turn off the radio so I don’t kill the truck battery.” You laughed and nodded, heading back to push yourself up and sit on the edge of the tailgate.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. As much as I love being out here with you, I’m sure being stranded bear bait is not a good look on me.”

Ari returned to you and scrunched his nose, leaning close. “Too late.” He whispered in your ear before playfully biting your neck and joining you up in the bed again. You giggled as he pulled you closer, the two of you eventually falling back, laying there and looking at the unobstructed sky full of stars.

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Bonus A/N: How badly do you think a person needs a pinky toe? Because I would definitely cut mine off for a truck bed date with Ari.

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❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part three

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the overview. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: language, angst, suggestive ✦ Spoiler: talking about dressrosa and doflamingo

A/N: The song I was listening to while writing, that screams Ace x Revolver [us] to me ✨ : Ari Abdul - You or Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine?

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𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: katsutake

During the night, you slightly wake up because Ace is trying to move. You groan a little in disappointment as you cling to his chest and run your hand over his upper body. You automatically snuggled up to him and laid your head on his chest. Caressing his warm skin, you finally realize that you are lying on top of him.

You open your eyes to find yourself wide awake.

You look around in a panic and don't dare to move. Turned to stone, you hope that you are the only one awake. Luckily for you, Ace is slumbering peacefully with one hand behind his head and the other on your back.

You exhale slowly and carefully, calming down a little.

Ace's smell is something you have missed so much. You can't dream this smell. He smells like summer and a bonfire that is burning dimly. His skin is softer than you expected and if you think about it, you could swear his skin smells after a fairly decent body lotion.

While your thoughts revolve around Ace, you notice how Ace wants to lie on his side because of his fruitless attempts to move... You would like to stay lying on his chest for a little longer, but you can't risk him waking up now. Just as you are about to turn your back to Ace, he reaches out to pull you close to him.

Sharply, you suck in your breath and look up at him with trembling eyes.

He's asleep. Okay.

Even though the position is a little suffocating, you stay in his embrace. Chest to chest with only a few centimeters between your faces, you watch him sleep.

The freckles on his face are something you've always found so adorable about him. How can a person be so beautiful, whether awake or asleep? His gorgeous black hair lies lightly on his face and your gaze wanders around until it lands on his lips...

You could if you wanted to...

But you decide not to. How creepy is it that you want to kiss him right now? Imagine he wakes up. What do you say?

It was just so inviting? Well, you'd have to explain that in more detail.

Your breath is cut short as you feel Ace's warm hand run over your side. His fingers skillfully go under your shirt and touch your bare skin, but nothing moves on Ace's face. He is still asleep.

You find it almost funny how touchy Ace is. His touch tickles you a little, making your body move and you automatically press yourself a little closer to him so that your now bare stomach touches his. He's so hot, and not just in terms of looks, he radiates pure heat and you'd love to return his embrace so that there's not a single gap between you.

Ace hums satisfied in his sleep and returns the pressure. His grip tightens on your hips and greedily finds his way onto your ass.

On one hand, you are happy that he is asleep, but on the other, you are a little sad. The tiredness finally floods over you and you fall asleep, entwined with each other.

When you open your eyes again, it takes you a moment to realize that you are still in the prison cell. The lack of daylight makes it difficult for you to know what time it might be. The next thing you realize is Ace lying half on top of you, both arms wrapped around you and his head on your breasts.

You don't intend to stay in this position forever as it's getting quite uncomfortable in this small bed. You don't want to know what your back feels like when you get up...

"hey… hey Ace…!" You try to wake him up with a whispering voice at first, but Ace doesn't wake up. You shake him a little, which makes the black haired man grumble a few words, but at the same time his embrace tightens.

"Mmmh, what's going on Marco? Is breakfast ready?" You raise an eyebrow. Someone must have forgotten what kind of situation they've been in since last night…

You give him a little slap on the back of the head and he looks straight up at you from between your breasts. He looks a little shocked as his eyes wander between your eyes and your boobs, yet he makes no effort to move away from you.

"Move." It comes coldly from your mouth and hastily he moves backwards to the end of the bed.

You sit up and rub your head sleepily. At least you can finally stretch out.

"Good morning." You say in your usual voice as you look at him, sitting a little unsurely in front of you. When Ace hears the change in your voice, he can't help but smirk faintly. He's sure you're not angry with him though.

"Good morning y/n." He watches you intently as you take a small lap around the cell to loosen your limbs.

"I assume you didn't sleep so well?" He boldly asks you with his signature grin as he leans against the wall.

You give him a dangerous smile. The boy is driving you nuts.

"Not really, and you?" - "Like on clouds." He leans his head back against the wall and you can see from his throat that he's gulping a bit. He knows his line is dangerous, but he can't resist testing the depth of your waters.

he wonders how far he can go with you until he drowns? He wants to know... he needs to.

He follows your movements while his heartbeat increases as you approach him with a smile that is as beautiful as it is frightening.

"You know Ace, I'm glad you had a restful sleep…" You stop in front of the bed and slowly lift your leg to get on the bed with one knee. You hate Ace for giving you that look. He doesn't even try to hide the pleasure on his face and as he runs his tongue over his lips, you would love to throw yourself at him, but that would only play into his hands.

With seductively slow movements, you sit down on his lap and rest your hands on his shoulders. Ace doesn't even think about putting his hands on your hips, he's far too busy looking into your alluring eyes.

You tilt your head slightly to one side and feel a little amused at how obvious it is, that you have Ace under your spell.

You turn your gaze away from him and look at his upper body while your hands slowly caress his shoulders.

"You know what would make me feel really good?" Your gaze returns to his eyes and you move closer to his lips.

"No… but let me know." His voice is barely a whisper as your lips almost touch. You can feel his soft breath on your lips and even though you're fighting a thousand battles against the building sensation in your lower core, you won't get out of your role. You're a pro at this and you want Ace to be aware of that.

Your slender finger sneaks up to his lips and runs over his lower lip so that his mouth opens slightly.

Ace is boiling inside, but he doesn't let it show. You can do what you want.

Your fingers move further down, along his neck, to his chest and down to his waistband. You are calm and collected, this is your game. You make the rules.

"If I told you… would you be willing to help me?" Your voice sounds innocent and yet still dirty.

Ace hums a little low as he strokes your thighs.

"Of course." The smile on your lips turns wicked. Ace knows that look. That's how you looked at the drunk guy back then. He knows what's coming, but he's been craving your skin, your voice and your eyes so much that he's soaking up every bit of your attention.

You inhale deeply, your chest fills with air and lifts your breasts deliciously.

You lean towards him to whisper in his ear. Ace leans his head to the side in delight and enjoys your warm breath on his skin.

"It would make me feel so, so good… if we could finally get out of here." Ace's heart slips into his pants. He knew you were just playing with him, but he wished it could go on a little longer.

You leave his bulging lap. You've felt his excitement the whole time. You liked it too, but somehow he deserved it. He has messed with your head so much that you aren't yourself anymore.

You know you have to pull yourself together quickly. You have a reputation to lose if you keep playing the bitch.

You stand up and try to look out of the cell without touching the bars.

"You're right. We can't stay in here forever… I'm starting to get hungry too." You turn to him in surprise. You didn't think he would react so nonchalantly to your statement when he's got a huge boner in his pants right now.

Your gaze is fixed on his crotch. Ace notices where your eyes are, blushes and tries to hide his erection.

"Shy?" you smile mischievously at him. Ace immediately puts his hands down again and laughs in a provoked manner.

He shakes his head and stands up. He closes the distance between you and grabs your hand to pull you towards him. With one hand on your cheek and the other firmly on your lower back, he presses you firmly against him so that you can feel his bulge.

"You can't provoke me…" Even though there's something threatening in his voice, your heart melts. He's so sexy that your knees buckle.

"…I love what you do to me y/n." You draw in your breath, the tingling in your chest intensifies and for a moment your facade crumbles, but you quickly regain your composure.

You hum pleased because of his bulging pants.

"The only question is how long." Your voice is suddenly very serious and Ace realizes the pain in your eyes. He rests his forehead on yours and looks deep into your eyes.

"Sometimes you have to take the risk rather than running away and just wondering what could happen… If you need time I'll give it to you y/n but please don't avoid me." You suppress your tears.

Ever since you saw how gentle Ace was with the little boy, you knew he wasn't an emotional jerk, but you didn't expect words like that either.

"It drives me crazy when you hate me." he whispers to you.

From a distance, you hear a door being opened and a little panicked, you free yourself from Ace's grasp. Ace looks after you a little depressed as he watches you hurry to get out of his clutches, but his mind is made up. He is waiting for you.

It took you a while to convince Marco to let you out, but at some point you started threatening him.

You personally can't threaten him, but you have your own kind of power, and that power is Whitebeard.

You explicitly told him that you were okay with your dad catching wind, that you and Ace were having problems AND THEN you would tell him how he and Jozu threw you both in a cell.

Marco knows it won't end well for him and Jozu and reluctantly he let you go.

The days went by and the relationship between you and Ace got better again. You still avoid him, but when you run into him you don't give him death stares, yell at him or ignore him. You could say it's the same as before.

He's just as pushy as before and you're secretly happy that he's back to his old self.

You gaze out at the endless ocean with satisfaction. The sun is reflected on the surface and every now and then you see dolphins jumping out of the water. You are happy to be back home on the Moby Dick. You have been away from everyone for three years now. You have missed them all so much.

However, your routine is soon interrupted.

Whitebeard called you and Ace to his office. He has a mission for you and wants to discuss the details. When you saw Ace in his room, you didn't realize that you wouldn't be going solo this time. Normally you go undercover alone, but apparently this time you have a mission together with the second division.

But the more your father told you about your mission, the more you realized that you and Ace should go alone.

"W- w- wait Dad!" you raise a hand and the large man stops in his speech. "So you're saying that I should go undercover with Ace? To Dressrosa?"

You look at him a little uncertainly and then at Ace. Whitebeard breathes somewhat heavily.

You're not usually one to say anything against his plans but he didn't miss how you reacted to Ace when you found out that he had been appointed to be the commander of the second division. At least he doesn't know the rest. That wouldn't be so funny.

He thinks it would be a good idea for you to get closer and become friends. He can't stand to see his family not getting along.

"Y/n my beloved daughter… Dressrosa is more dangerous than you think. If I send you alone, you'll have no one but yourself. It's not like on Alabasta where I have my contacts. That's why I'm sending Ace with you." You drop your shoulders in defeat. Yes, you weren't alone on Alabasta, that's true. You have to take a professional view of the whole thing… besides, you don't want to disappoint your father. It's always an honor for you that he sends you on such important missions to get all kinds of information. Whitebeard is aware of your talent.

You are fast, cunning, clever, have an insane intuition and most importantly; you leave no trace. You are his best spy.

You've never been caught and that will be the same in Dressrosa, even with Ace by your side. You will not be distracted. Like you said, you have to stay professional.

You put one hand on your chin. You have already heard some questionable things from Dressrosa.

"Donquixote Doflamingo is a difficult person, it might not be such a bad thing that I'm not going alone…. Thanks daddy for looking after me!" You thank him with bright eyes.

With slightly reddened cheeks, the big man scratches the back of his head.

"Actually, Doflamingo is also the reason why Ace should go with you…" you and Ace look at the captain, a little puzzled.

"My lovely daughter would only be a feast for the king of Dressrosa. You and Ace will pretend to be lovers who want to spend their honeymoon on Dressrosa." He grins broadly at you as if he has the idea of the century. You try hard to control your face. Your eyebrow twitches a little, but you agree with him.

You've heard a few stories about how he treats women… You just hope you don't run into each other.

"But what will change with Ace's presence?" you don't want to disagree with him… you're just honestly thinking about it. Doflamingo is heartless and takes what he wants.

"If Doflamingo wants something, he'll take it. It doesn't matter if a woman has a ring on her finger…" You're back in thinker mode.

Whitebeard hums in agreement.

"It will reduce the possibility of you attracting attention, though. Think about it… a young beautiful woman alone in Dressrosa? That would be foolish. Besides, I'm not really sure what's going on on this damn island, but you said yourself what kind of rumors are going around." He's right. You've heard a lot about the King of Dressrosa on your missions. For example, that he has another name 'Joker' and that he is in fact the the famous underworld broker.

"I assume you understand what you have to do on Dressrosa. Ace will be a great help to you, I'm sure." The big man leans back and pours himself some sake into a cup.

"Of course father. If there's nothing else to discuss, I'd like to start preparing everything." - "Do what you have to do, my precious flower. Tell me if you need anything." He reaches out to pat you on the head and you enjoy your father's affection, with flushed cheeks.

Outside in the hallway, Ace holds your hand before you go your separate ways.

"I promise you that I won't be a burden." You look at him, a little surprised, but shake your head slightly.

"I don't even think you would, Ace…" Ace returns your smile and lets go of your hand.

"My precious flower?… Really?" He refers to the pet name Whitebeard has for you. But your grin widens…

"Envious?" You stick your tongue out at him and wave him off as you turn to leave.

"I'll come to you when I have something to discuss about the mission…" You turn to him one last time and wink at him. Ace is still standing there, unable to get the stupid grin off his face.

He's pretty excited to be going on a mission alone with you.

Ayayay… I can't go to sleep now but unfortunately I have to.. ;( *cries in fatigue Good night my sweeties ♡♡♡

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amathslutsguidetofandom · 1 month

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Let's Eat

PAIRINGS: Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, Ari being a simp

WORD COUNT: 570

ENJOY!

You wipe at the tears at the corner of your eyes, you tip your head back to prevent them from falling down your face.

The onions are spicer than you expected them to be, still you persist and chop through them.

ABBA blasts through your headphones, and you channel the song through your body and give a mini concert to all the inanimate objects of your open kitchen.

“Mamma-Mia! Here I go, again! My, My! How can I resist ya!” You yell and sway your hips to the music, the proceed to throw the vegetables that you chopped into the open pan.

You sprinkle in your spices and stir the pan with your wooden spoon. And when you let it sit for a while, that’s when the music takes over your body. You’re spinning and singing your heart out.

You’re absolutely in tune with the song, that you don’t realize that someone’s watching you.

Ari leans against the hall, with a small smile on his lips.

His eyes are solely focused on you, while his mind runs at 100km/h with how fast his thoughts are.

He thinks about how he’s lucky to have a girl like you, how lucky that a girl like you has fallen for a man like him, how happy you’ve made him ever since you walked into his life.

When you spin one more time, you catch him staring and stop in your place. You move your headphones to rest around your neck, “babe, hi.” You start awkwardly and drag out your ‘hi’.

Ari smirks and starts walking towards you. He runs a hand through his hair, and when he’s right in front of you he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him.

“Why’d you stop?” he smiles and takes a hold of your chin, “was enjoying the show.” He winks at you, and you blush hard. You try to push away from him with a sheepish smile, feeling a bit embarrassed by his words.

“Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere princess,” he laughs and pulls you even closer. “Hey, lemme see those pretty eyes. Yeah?” He says when you try to hide your face behind your palms.

“I didn’t know you were watching,” you whisper, which just makes him chuckle. “Well, I think that just made it even better. I thought it was cute,” he cups your cheek, and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone.

You can’t help but lean into his touch, and you giggle when he nudges his nose against yours. “God, can’t believe your mine,” he whispers. You lean up quickly and peck his lips, “well, I am.”

He pulls back and you see the sheer amount of love that rents the blues in his eyes.

You see him trying in to soak in this moment with you.

“I love you,” he whispers.

You’ve been together for 3 months. Neither of you have said the ‘I love you’s yet.

And now with Ari saying it, you can actually see that he genuinely loves you.

“I love you, Ari,” you go on your tiptoe’s and kiss the tip of his nose.

He leans down and rest his forehead against yours.

You both just stand there, holding each other.

“I'm almost done with dinner,” you giggle, and Ari laughs and rubs circles on your hips.

“Then let’s eat, princess.”

💌💌💌

@buckys-wintersoldier, girlie you can't just attack me with an ARI gif like that. 😩😩😩 (totally love you for that <3)

Again, my requests are open lovelies!

But I think that I will be focusing more on the ongoing series', plus uni's back in session this Monday (ya girl's gotta start grinding (I meant studying y’all 😉) again, lol)

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

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inkedreverie · 8 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ari Levinson x Girlfriend! Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v sex, fingering (fem rec), dominant!ari, daddy kink, dirty talk, spanking, no use of y/n ( please let me know if I missed any)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:3k+

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari struggles to keep his hands off his girlfriend, even as they attempt to settle down before going to sleep.

A/N: I finally got around to finishing this! To the anon that requested, I'm sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy this!

𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

Wrapped in luxurious silk sheets, she found comfort in the gentle glow of the bedroom light while flipping through the pages of her book. Ari, undressing beside her, kept his unwavering gaze fixed upon her. Their journey home had done nothing to quell his insatiable desire for her touch, as he couldn't resist reaching out even during the ride. "You know," he finally spoke up, deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt, "you're quite the tease right now."

She responded with a nonchalant "Hmm," feigning disinterest. It was a scene that had played out countless times before. "How am I being a tease?" she questioned, fully aware of the impact she had on him.

Ari slipped off his clothes before making his way over to the side of the bed. His slender but strong arms wrapped around her midsection as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "We can't have sex in the car while out in public but we can talk about it once we're back in our bed?" He felt his heart pounding as his fingers made contact with her soft skin.

"We can talk about it but, we just can't act on it," she quipped back, her eyes still glued to the page of her novel. "Of course..." he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead and turning away from the bed to head into the bathroom.

He stepped into the shower as the scalding water hit his body, rolling down his well-toned frame. Every ounce of him wanted to wrap her body around his and make her beg for more. He was determined to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was her. Even after 4 months together, he never seemed to be tired of her. His hunger only grew more as every second ticked away.

There was a certain way he carried himself that captivated her, his tall lean frame carrying the most intoxicating energy as the smell of sandalwood and citrus permeated from him. Ari scrubbed his face with soap, getting the lingering lipstick marks that once stained his skin off of his cheeks.

Though the crimson color complimented him, she preferred it when there were no markings. She liked the way that her red-tinted lips looked against his flushed skin. After toweling off his body and shaking his hair dry, he dressed himself in a pair of his favorite boxers and sauntered his way into the bedroom.

When he exited the bathroom, he saw that his beautiful girl hadn't moved an inch. Her beautiful body was still nestled under the covers, her eyes still scanning across the words on the pages.

Though he could tell from her movements that she wasn't really reading. She was acting. Pretending like she was paying attention to those lines on paper, something to fill the void of silence that filled their bedroom. With a small smirk, Ari walked over to her. His finger trailed down her shoulder.

She visibly flinched and turned, not expecting Ari's return. Noticing the state he was in, she put on her best act and gave him a soft smile, "hi". The word was soft coming from her mouth as if almost asking for him to come closer, for him to claim her like he did the night before.

"I thought you were still in the bathroom, I didn't even hear you leave," she softly replied. He grinned and pressed a kiss to her neck, the scent of the warm lavender body wash clinging to her body as he lingered, kissing her down to her collarbones.

She leaned into his touch as her book fell to the bed, "Mmm... Ari," she breathed out shakily. Her slender fingers weaved themselves through the back of his freshly washed locks as she pulled him in closer.

This elicited a growl to escape his lips as he pressed her body into the mattress, causing her to land on her back. She gasped and opened her mouth to protest, but before any words came out, Ari crashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, devouring her like she was oxygen and he had been deprived for months.

She tried to say something as they broke apart for air, but instead, he went on attacking her throat, biting and sucking and leaving the faintest tint of deep purple marks that would surely last into the next morning. His kisses moved downwards, near the valley of her breasts as he softly tugged down the straps of her nightgown.

It was late spring, one of the first nights where he would leave the windows open and let in the night air of the city. Their curtains waved in the slight breeze and her nipples instantly hardened.

The lace fabric of her nightgown teased them both, showing just enough but also not enough at the same time. His strong hand gently cupped one breast while his thumb traced around her nipple, rolling the sensitive bud under his deft finger until he was pleased with her reaction, and then switching sides. Her mind was drunk off of the pleasure as he continued.

He smiled into her skin as his eyes darted between her breasts, loving how he could see the faint outline of her erect peaks straining against the purple fabric. She gasped with relief when he finally released the confines of her clothing, pulling the lace down to reveal the perkiness of her smooth flesh.

He pressed gentle kisses against her breasts as his teeth grazed over them ever so slightly. Teasingly, his tongue flickered out every now and again, sending shivers down her spine as she begged for more.

"Why are you being a tease?" She moaned out, tugging at his hair.

He pulled away slowly, a string of saliva connected from his bottom lip to her swollen nubs before quickly breaking. "Hmm. It's only fair, baby girl. After all, you teased me in the car on our drive home."

His tone was serious as the hint of his accent peaked. "You drove me mad with how much your hand played with my cock as you kissed along my neck... You made such a mess in the passenger seat, sweetheart."

He pressed another kiss to her neck before sucking on one of her nipples. His fingers traveled down her body and pushed the waistband of her underwear aside, dragging his index finger over her slit, teasing.

She whimpered softly, her cheeks heating at his words, remembering what happened less than 30 minutes ago.

She leaned her head back into the pillows with a gasp as he slid two long, nimble fingers inside of her wet cunt while simultaneously attaching his mouth to her left breast, licking and sucking as he stroked his fingers in and out of her folds. Her body arched upwards in response, trying to get as close to him as possible, seeking more stimulation.

The pressure began to build inside of her chest as her lungs felt tighter and tighter until, just when she felt like she wouldn't be able to take it anymore, Ari stopped suddenly and pulled his mouth off with a pop. He looked down at her half-lidded expression with a smirk.

"Do you want more, baby? You have to use your words." She nodded but he didn't seem satisfied with her answer. "Tell me what you want." He commanded. "Use your words. Be specific."

His gaze was dark as he watched her squirm beneath him, completely powerless to do anything other than lie there as his hard cock pressed up against her core through his boxers. His mouth parted as he bit his lip and groaned when his girlfriend shifted and ground against his bulge.

"What do you think I want?" She responded sarcastically. He sighed and shook his head with disappointment as he pulled away. "Ah, I see. So you want to be a brat tonight, is that it?" Her eyes widened at his words and she instantly regretted saying anything.

"No," she breathed out, "that's not what I meant I'm s-" But it was too late because now Ari was sitting on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh. "Come here and bend over." He demanded. "Now."

Ari's tone sent a spark of anxiety and excitement coursing through her veins as she slowly rose from the comfort of their mattress.

As she moved, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto his lap so that her bare ass was exposed to the cool night air as he sat in the center of the bed. He ran his hands appreciatively over the firm cheeks, grabbing handfuls of her soft flesh and squeezing them roughly. "Look at you... Your perfect tits hanging down and brushing against my leg. Your pussy is already dripping all over my thighs."

He reached underneath and brushed against her slit, rubbing his fingers through her arousal and bringing it up to her lips, smearing it along her skin like lipgloss. "See? Look how wet you get for Daddy. Don't worry though, baby girl. I'm going to make sure that I take good care of you."

He delivered the first blow, striking the plump curve of her ass. She yelped and squirmed a little, trying to move away from the impact but Ari held her tightly with one strong arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her down so she had no choice but to lay across his lap.

Again, the second slap hit her ass and she cried out as he rubbed the tender spot, soothing the burn from the pain. Ari murmured reassuringly in her ear, "Shh, princess. Just relax and let Daddy help you release all this tension." He massaged her curves as his fingers danced lightly down the length of her spine and curled around her hip bone, stroking her lower back in circles.

She gasped loudly when his palm connected with her bare skin yet again, slapping her harder than before. The sting of each strike combined with the cool sensation of the fresh night breeze against her heated cheeks, prickling her nerves and sending waves of tingling electricity up through her spine.

Before she could react, he pulled her off his lap and guided her into the bathroom. "I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart. But, I think you'll like this."

Her eyes immediately shot toward the huge mirror that covered the entire surface of the bathroom wall. As she turned her attention to his reflection, Ari took advantage of the momentary distraction and lifted her onto the marble counter, sliding her back until she was positioned directly in front of the sink with her legs spread wide open, displaying herself fully in the enormous, floor-to-ceiling window.

"Ari, please..." she started, looking up into his eyes pleadingly. He looked down and shook his head with a mischievous grin. "Oh, we're nowhere near done yet, my love. You still owe me an apology for being such a fucking tease in the car."

He pushed two fingers into her slick pussy once again, thrusting them in and out rapidly while keeping eye contact through the glass of their bathroom mirror.

Ari watched her reflection writhe beneath his ministrations as he twisted his wrist, pushing against her inner walls until he found the exact spot where she needed him to press against the most. His pace quickened as she began panting heavily and moaning louder.

He wanted to make her come undone more than anything else but at the same time, he didn't want to reward her bad behavior, so he slowed down and withdrew his fingers once again, denying her what she desperately desired most of all - his cock inside of her tight little hole.

She whined at the loss but when he glanced over in the mirror and caught a glimpse of her face contorted with pleasure and frustration, Ari grinned widely and turned her so she was now facing him.

"Now, get on your knees." He ordered. Once she was steady, he grasped her chin firmly in his grip and tilted her head upward so she could look him straight in the eyes.

"Let me watch as you swallow my cock. Do that well enough for Daddy and I promise you'll earn a reward... A big reward, kitten." He stared intently into her eyes and smirked as she obediently dropped to the ground without hesitation.

He pulled the waistband of his boxers down just low enough for his length to spring free from its confines, standing fully erect and twitching slightly as she stared up at him hungrily with her mouth slightly open, her tongue sticking out in anticipation. He could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal, thick in the air as he guided her lips closer.

"Take all of me," Ari instructed as she opened her mouth wide and swallowed his entire shaft deep down her throat, stretching her lips even further as she wrapped them around his girth. She was only halfway down when his cock pressed against the back of her esophagus causing her to gag slightly but still continue on.

Once she'd taken him completely inside of her hot wetness, Ari watched as her eyes rolled upwards to the ceiling as he began slowly pumping himself inside and out of her.

He let out a deep groan, gripping tightly onto her hair as she sucked and licked his cock. His breathing became heavier and faster as she continued giving him pleasure, eventually losing himself completely to the feeling as he allowed himself to become engulfed entirely by the euphoric sensations surrounding them both.

When Ari finally climaxed, spilling his warm seed into her eager mouth, she swallowed every drop of it, savoring and enjoying its taste like she usually did. Then, when nothing remained, she licked his softening shaft clean of the sticky fluid before allowing him to slip from between her lips.

He pulled her up from the floor and turned around so she was now facing the mirror. His hand traveled down between her legs, pressing his index finger against her aching core as his thumb circled around her clit. "Now it's your turn to cum for me." He said, biting the shell of her earlobe playfully before pulling his hand away.

He guided his cock near her entrance. "You ready baby?" He asked, looking at her reflection. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes closed shut in response as his tip brushed against the seam of her opening.

Her hips bucked backward involuntarily, begging to be filled once more and Ari complied easily, lining up the head of his cock to her cunt and slowly entering her with a moan as the first inch disappeared inside of her. When he had buried himself halfway, he paused and reached forward, cupping her chin and turning her face towards him.

"Look at yourself baby," Ari commanded in a low growl, "watch me fuck you." She obliged, staring into the mirror watching as he pistoned his hips in slow, steady movements while running his hands across her belly and up her sides, grasping her breasts tightly in his palms.

As he continued to fuck her, she couldn't keep herself from gasping whenever her body clenched tightly around him and she felt the overwhelming rush of her climax approaching.

Ari whispered soothingly to her, "Relax. Just breathe. I got you baby." And he held onto her as she came undone, riding out the intense highs until it was almost painful.

Her vision blurred briefly when he finally slipped from inside of her, leaving her empty and cold. But before she could even finish recovering, she was once more turned around, her bare thighs touching the cold granite counter of the bathroom. Ari placed his forehead against hers, pressing their lips together for a sweet kiss as he positioned her just where he wanted.

One large hand gripped onto her hip as he entered her once more in a single stroke. His other hand settled at the base of her throat as he pressed his forehead against hers, steadying the tempo of their movements as she moaned out loud and bucked against him.

"Ari," she breathed, digging her nails into his arm. "Please. Please, I need-" Ari chuckled and silenced her with another kiss, nibbling on her lower lip as he set the pace to a feverish rhythm. When it became apparent that he was close, he gripped onto her hip with both hands, slamming into her relentlessly, chasing his orgasm.

"Fuck," he grunted, releasing a long drawn-out groan as he spilled deep inside of her. His body trembled and quivered violently as he continued to fill her with his essence.

Once she felt him finish, she moved to pull away but Ari kept a firm hold onto her, not letting her go anywhere until he'd caught his breath. "You did amazing," Ari complimented. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

She smiled weakly, still dazed from her own afterglow. "Thank you," she replied softly before leaning forward to kiss him once more. He smiled at her, stroking her cheek gently. "Are you okay?" Ari asked after several moments passed. She nodded quickly, answering honestly, "Yeah... I'm good. I feel wonderful."

"Mmm. Good girl. Let's get you all cleaned up, okay?"

He helped her stand upright so they stood side-by-side at the sink as he grabbed the nearest towel, which was hanging next to her head. After using the warm cloth to wipe up the mess of fluids between them, Ari tossed it into the hamper and led his spent girlfriend out of the washroom to their bedroom.

Without breaking stride, Ari picked her up in one swift motion and deposited her onto the bed, following closely behind and draping a blanket over their naked forms as he pulled her closer to his body.

Once comfortable, he kissed her gently before settling against the pillows with their entwined arms wrapping tightly around their figures as exhaustion overwhelmed their tired bodies.

"I love you Ari," she spoke softly, half asleep.

He hummed in agreement as he planted another light peck on her neck, "And I love you, my darling."

They fell asleep within moments, her head resting against his chest with his strong, protective arm slung casually around her shoulders, holding her possessively and tenderly.

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tsireyqs · 1 year

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stepdad! jake would keep a little stash of polaroids of you to jerk off to btw 🫶🏼 like he’d have a picture of you sucking his cock, tears rolling down your face and a combination of his cum and your drool spilling out of your mouth. another is of your pussy stuffed with his cum, bruises painted along your inner thighs and his thumb rubbing at your clit.

but i think his favorite would be of you in all your glory. a full body shot with your legs wrapped securely around his waist and his hand gripping harshly at your hip. the bulge in your tummy is visible as his cock rests deep in your pussy. what gets him though is the visual of your pretty face pinched up with a fucked out expression.

i truly believe he’d have the filthiest picture of you with something like “my girl <3” etched at the bottom

#you’d keep a little picture of him between your legs too. <3 #*rips shirt*#ari’s h word thoughts #tw: dark content #tw: stepcest #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut

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lavenderbexlatte · 7 months

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day 10: virginity

nct/wayv 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Liu Yangyang NSFW

🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤

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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."

Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.

"It was just a joke," says Renjun.

You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"

"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."

Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."

Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."

But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.

What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).

But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.

Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."

It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.

The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.

You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.

Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.

But Yangyang...

"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.

He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."

"Because you were kind of out of pocket."

"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."

That's a good plan, in theory.

Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.

After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.

You stick around.

The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.

It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-

Well. No reason to go overboard.

You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.

He doesn't answer. You knock harder.

The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"

"He went home," you interrupt.

"Then you should-"

"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"

"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"

You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."

It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.

"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.

There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.

"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."

"He never feels bad."

That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."

"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."

"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."

Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."

"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."

He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"

"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.

"Really?"

"In my experience, yes."

There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.

It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" he whines.

"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"

"You're already here!"

You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"

"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."

You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.

"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.

But even as you protest, you know how you feel.

Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.

"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."

"Ew."

As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-

"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."

"You wouldn't dare-"

But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.

Well.

Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.

You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.

Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.

Right onto Yangyang.

He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.

Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.

"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).

He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."

Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.

"Then it's your lucky day."

#kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic #yangyang fanfic #yangyang fanfiction #yangyang smut #nct yangyang fanfic #wayv yangyang fanfic #nct yangyang smut #wayv yangyang smut #kpop fanfic

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ad0rechuu · 9 months

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★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (047) if only she knew

WORD COUNT. 1334

WARNINGS. just awkwardness ig

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

SEONGHWA’S EYES MOVE OVER HIS FAMILIAR WALLS TO AVOID EMBARRASSING HIMSELF. OR WORSE, SEEMING LIKE A CREEP WATCHING HER.

It sure is an effort, he thinks. It does feel like a whole task to not accidentally let his eyes wander back to his phone screen where she’s deeply focused on tuning her guitar.

“I’m sorry that took a while. I’m not exactly a pro in guitar.” Yn looked back up, adjusting her screen at the same time. “Thank you again, Hwa, I think I would’ve abandoned this project if it wasn’t for you.”

His nickname falling so effortlessly from her lips truly does things to him. It has his heart racing in a way he can get used to. Seonghwa looks away in an attempt to hide his odd-colored cheeks. He couldn't help but wonder if she actually noticed.

That’s the issue. He never knows what she does and doesn’t notice. He hopes she doesn’t notice that his eyes linger on her a beat longer than normally when she speaks and that his hands always want to reach out to help her, even through the screen.

“It’s really no problem, I’m just happy to help.” He replies back, cringing internally at his own voice.

She nods and taps something offscreen. “I’ll play the instrumental that I’ve come up with first and you can let me know what you think. Then when we’re writing, I’ll just play it acoustically, okay?”

“Okay!”

While K-Pop companies were known for their exceptionally bad connection during lives and stuff, he could hear and see her just fine. The honeyed melody of the untitled song plays trough the speaker of his phone, and he can't help but marvel in the fact that she’d feel comfortable enough to share something as intimate as a song with him.

She soon meets his eyes, excitement for his reaction twinkling in her own.

Seonghwa feels himself melting at the sight, the agreement with his friends now far in the back of his mind. The only thing on his mind now was her.

The song ends, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“So what did you think?” Yn asks shyly. It's not a common look on her. While she definitely isn’t the loudest in her group, she was never one to be shy like this. At least, not what he knew.

The need to dote on her until he’s sure that she knows how great her work is is pushed back down. He doesn’t want to weird her out but he does want to let her know.

Instead, he furrows his thick brows, deep in thought. “It’s very pretty, it feels like— how do I explain it… it feels like a summer sunset. Like how it feels to look at those pretty colors up in the clouds with someone you care about.

“It sounds optimistic!” He stops, eyes softening up as he finally realizes the word he’s looking for. “Romantic! …It sounds romantic.”

Yn claps in excitement at his comments. “That’s exactly what I was going for, I was watching this drama really cute drama when I came up with it.”

She strings the first few notes of the chorus. “Okay, let’s start!”

About an hour later, the pair works together like they have known nothing else for their whole lives. It just comes so easy to them.

Suddenly, Seonghwa hears a noise interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. He looks up from his notebook in surprise when he sees two of his younger friends stand at in front of his bedroom door, smiling while holding snacks.

Unsure of how to react, he gives the girl on the other side of the screen an apologetic smile. She heard the noise too and gives him back a curious look. Just as she’s about to ask, two figures have jumped on top of Seonghwa, toppling over his phone in the process.

San and Mingi scream greetings on the top of their lungs, so loud that Seonghwa worries that his neighbors are going to bring him noise complaints later. He just barely manages to utter out a few words from underneath them.

“Wait, phone— Yn!” He points in the general direction of phone.

“Yn?!” Mingi gets up quickly as he looks around for the fallen phone. When he grabs it, he’s met with the familiar face.

“Oh, hey, Mingi!” The sheer shock causes the bright-haired boy to lose his composure and drops it again.

As soon as San hears the voice he crawls off the bed to inspect himself, just barley in time to catch the device. Yn gets greeted by an open mouthed stare from him, making her laugh.

“And hello, San!”

“H-hi.” He replies quietly while Mingi freaks out, screaming without sound offscreen.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes at his friends' antics and snatches the phone out of San’s hand.

“I’m sorry about this, Yn, I had no idea they were coming over.” He explains apologetically.

After finally calming down Mingi’s sharp features come on the screen and covers his own face to also take a look at the girl.

“Hey Yn, how are you?” Mingi asks a little bit too loud for Seonghwa’s liking.

San copies Mingi’s actions, practically leaning over Seonghwa’s lap to get a glance. “Are you coming to Hanuelsan again soon?” He pouts.

“It’s okay, it’s a nice surprise.” Yn’s giggles don’t stop, warming all of the boys' hearts unintentionally. “Also, I’m good, thank you for asking Mingi. Hwa was helping me write lyrics. We just finished the chorus actually.

“And I’ll visit the cafe soon, San.” She promises. “What are you guys up to?”

Seonghwa nods furiously, trying to make sure he’s in frame too as he shoots an annoyed look at his friends. “No, really, why are you guys here? And how the hell did you even get inside?”

San smiles back, completely ignoring his hyung, his dimples showing as he does. “We were just bored so we decided to stop by.” He gives Seonghwa a quick shrug, the dreamy expression still on his face. “And we used a key, obviously.”

“How did they even get a key.” He mumbles to himself in confusion.

“Yunh—” San can’t finish his word before he gets cut off.

Suddenly Mingi stands up with an offended look on his face as a realization hits him. “You needed help with lyrics and you didn’t ask me? I’m literally a rapper.”

“I’m sorry, Princess, he offered.” Yn chuckles at his whining, while the other boys definitely don’t agree, it’s very cute to her. “I mean, you could help now if you want, since you’re there anyway. You too, San, the more the merrier!”

Both of the boys agree and after some squabbling, they are finally sat in a way that keeps all three of them pleased.

“So what’s the song called?” San asks as he reads over the neat notes Seonghwa took.

Yn thinks for a while but as she meets the eldest eyes an imaginary lightbulb goes off inside of her head. “I think I’ll call it Milky Way!”

Her hands find the guitar again as she plays the song for them, this time with part of the new lyrics.

Seonghwa doesn’t know if he’s supposed to feel proud or upset but he does know that the ugly green monster called jealousy is climbing in his chest as he watches the others. Deep in his heart, he knows he’s not the only one that carries these feelings for her.

An identical blush forms on their cheeks as they watch her lips move. Yn doesn’t know. She doesn't know that all three of them share the same thought as they look at her, the passion for music pouring out in the way she sings and the warmth she brings isn’t something that could be rivaled by the sun. They all know it.

Seonghwa, San, and Mingi also know for sure now that the situation they were in was a ticking time bomb, getting closer to explode every moment they spend with her.

If only she knew too.

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NOTES. i love them i really do LIKE REALLY do but i’m sorry for the future guys </3 and the last pic is yn posting the audio file for milky way on her priv btw also next chapter will have a slight time skip

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Can I have pt 2 if god killer turning to a human this time more successful in both genders as both form is the most perfect looking that mortals and gods could ever seen, even make many feel envy but they can't do anything about it due to them being an ancient void

How would Tesla, Aries, Aphrodite, Lu Bu, and Quin Shi seeing the more human form of the god killer and see absolute perfection that not even the gods could achieve

-Your human form was perfect, plain and simple. Anyone who was to look upon you could only stare in stunned silence, flowing H/C hair and bright E/C eyes that seemed to pierce their very souls. There literally was no word that could describe you except perfection.

-You didn’t take on your humanoid form often, mainly because it deprived you of your amusement of surprising others who didn’t know who you were and when the cat talked, their faces were always amusing.

-You learned about clothes from Brunnhilde and Goll, since when you tried to go out in your perfected human form, able to take a male or a female body at will, you nearly gave poor Ares a heart attack as you were stark naked, and he grabbed you in his cape before throwing you back into your room.

-You had never worn clothes before, never seeing a reason to do so, as you were normally a formless void, or more recently, a cat, but Brunnhilde helped pick out a flowing white Greek chiton that came to just above your knees that was loose enough to not be constrictive, but still covered everything.

-You ignored the looks of envy as you wandered around Valhalla in this human form of yours, gods and humans like in awe of your stunning beauty, while gods were the ones who were more envious, seeing the perfection that was Y/N.

-Yet, nothing could be done about it, if you didn’t want to speak with them and share your beauty tips (if you had any), they could do nothing, as you were the God Killer Void, you could end them all with a snap of your fingers if you wanted to.

-Nikola- When he realized that this beautiful creature before him was you, he was stunned before immediately bouncing back with a bright smile and sparkly eyes and began to ask you what felt like thousands of questions. You didn’t mind, riding on his back piggy-back style, arms around his neck as he walked back towards his lab, wanting to know more about how you were able to change form and how on earth, and in all the powers in Valhalla, were you so beautiful!!

-Ares- Wasn’t really affected as he was growing more comfortable around you, growing used to your teasing pranks and you grew fond of him in return, mainly because he would do whatever you asked and always did it well. In this form it was different carrying you, as he wanted to be respectful and not touch anywhere inappropriate, but you still clung to him like you were a cat, pointing out different things to eat, asking him what things were. Many were envious of Ares, getting to hold you in his arms, but he didn’t really care, telling you what a crepe was, to the best of his ability.

-Aphrodite- One of the ones who was insanely jealous of your perfection, before you, she was held at the top of all of the beauty goddesses in Valhalla, rarely rivaled, but you… there was no way she could compete with you!! She resorted to bribery with a large spread of sweets to tempt you with, begging you for advice on how she could get like you. You just shrugged, “I just thought of what a human would look like, and this is the form I came up with.” She pouted, as you were the textbook definition of perfect! She was willing to get more sweets, with the hopes you would some day spill your true secrets.

-Lu Bu- He couldn’t care less if you were beautiful or not, all he cared about is that you were strong, and now in a human form, he could actually see you using your skills to handle those you were sparring against, him included. He had a huge grin on his face as you blocked his blow, throwing him back, you weren’t bothered by humoring him, finding his joy soothing if you had to put a word to it. He was so happy just getting the chance to fight you, ignoring the fact that you were holding back, as you both knew if you were to use a fraction of your power, he would have easily become a speck on the wall.

-Qin Shi Huang- Was a gremlin with others when you chose to hang out with him, mainly because he didn’t really bother you like some of the other people you’ve come across, wanting to know your beauty secrets, and couldn’t stop staring. He would get the attention on him, hugging you from behind as you sat on his lap, eating some of the sweets he had gotten for you, “Yeah- see that- Y/N likes me best!!” you didn’t mind his words, knowing he was just doing it to get a rise out of others. However, you had to admit, watching people get riled up and trying to argue with him was pretty amusing, but you didn’t really care, until a minor god knocked the sweets out of your hands, saying you were a fraud. Yeah…. He didn’t last very long, and Huang took you out to get more sweets to make you happy again.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror nikola tesla #ror ares #ror aphrodite #ror lu bu #ror qin shi huang

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evansbby · 2 years

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hi bby hope you’re well🤍

what’re your thots on idk innocent, naive reader falling and hurting herself, like scraped her knees on gravel and how beefy, daddy ari would help her? would he be like degrading or comforting? or maybe both😏

“oh you dumb baby. don’t worry angel, daddy’s going to clean you up.” and he carries you into his house and looks after you, after he’s patched you all up you’re stuttering and nervous, thank him and go to leave but he catches your arm and cradles you in his lap “i’m not letting you out of my sight from now on little one, cant be hurting yourself if im always around to catch you.” IDK SOMETHING LIKE THAT LOL

Okay so I don’t think you understand just how obsessed I am with this. Like. I’m obsessed with this in an unholy way.

Just imagine beefy older DILF Ari moves to your neighbourhood, and he’s always watching you (he lives across the street). And one day, you’re babysitting your younger brother and playing catch with him when you fall over. Of course, Ari sees the whole thing….

Warnings: daddy Ari, dd/lg, dubcon, dumbification, naive reader

“Whoa, slow down there, honey. Are you okay?”

You gulp when you hear the voice of your hot older neighbour. Ari is looming above you, so tall and beefy and imposing, and you cringe at how much of a fool you look like. Sat on the pavement, your dress slightly torn and a noticeable scrape on your knee.

“S-Sorry, Mr Levinson. Didn’t mean to bother you or make so much noise. I just fell down.” You try not to look at the cut on your knee, feeling your lower lip wobble at the minor pain. You can’t help it — you’ve never been good with pain.

“Poor baby,” Ari coos, big hands rubbing up and down your bare arms, “You need to be more careful when you’re playing, honey. That looks like a nasty little cut you’ve got there.”

You blink up at him. Is it just you or is he speaking to you like you’re a little baby? And why is it that you don’t even find it creepy? Surely you should find it creepy?

“I — uh — I’m okay, Sir.” Suddenly, you feel shy. Up close, Ari is even more rugged and handsome. All the girls on the street have a huge crush on him. You always thought he was much too old and sophisticated for you, however.

“Nonsense. Poor baby, you look like you’re gonna cry.” Before you know what’s happening, Ari’s scooped you up in his arms and is carrying you towards his house. “Don’t worry, sweet baby. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, get you feeling good again.”

You can’t seem to get any words out of your mouth — why is he taking you inside his house? Why is he speaking to you so condescendingly? Why did he just call himself daddy? Why are you not saying anything???

Ari sets you down on his kitchen counter, rummaging through his drawers before he pulls out a jar of medicine. You cry softly as he applies it to your cut, “H-Hurts!” You whimper.

“I know, baby. But you’re my brave little girl, aren’t you?”

You swallow, trying to ignore the warmth you feel in your chest when he babies you.

“You need to be more careful, honey. Cute, delicate little girl like you playing on the street like that? I won’t allow it next time.”

“Wh-What?”

Ari ignores you, instead holding up two different bandaids. One’s got a Hello Kitty pattern on it and the other has Snow White. You wrinkle your nose — Ari doesn’t have any kids, so why does he have those?

“Pick one, honey.”

It’s almost instinctual when you point to the Hello Kitty bandaid.

Ari patched you up and you’re just about to run off when he grabs you suddenly, pulling you up onto his knee and holding you close with a tight grip, “Honey, it’s not safe out there for little girls like you. You better stay inside with daddy. I’ll take care of you, baby. You’ll be safe with me.”

“But Mr. Levinson —”

“Call me daddy, honey. And don’t worry, I won’t let you out of my sight now, pretty baby. Daddy will keep you safe.”

Ari kisses your temple softly, and you can’t help the warm and tingly feeling you get from his touch, and the older man notices straight away.

“Oh you like it when daddy kisses you, don’t you baby?” Ari’s hand snakes it’s way down between your legs. “Tell me pretty baby, have you ever been kissed down there? It’ll make you feel all tingly and good, and you’ll forget all about the pain. What do you say, baby? Want daddy to help you out some more?”

#AHHHHH PLS #ari levinson #chris evans #ari drabble #buckyscase

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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Hello I have once again found myself rereading the Newt fics and my love for them continues to grow. However thoughts have been thunk and I need protective Newt in my life. I’m happy to let you run wild with whatever ideas you want, if you can’t think of any here are some ones that have been floating around my mind:

Newt protecting reader while they escape the maze. Newt protecting reader at the WICKED facility (probs not what it’s called but can’t stop and think about that right now). Newt protecting reader from himself while he has the flare. Newt protecting reader from Teresa/WICKED after the betrayal.

Anything you want, I’ll take it all.

All the love for you and your work ❤️

Protecting and Patching

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.96k

Tw: Maybe OCC Newt, Blood, Injuries, Mentions of Death, WICKED, Swearing, Weapons, General TMR Violence, Film Newt, Based on Both Novel and Film

A/n: Hey again! It makes me so happy that you enjoy the fics so much! I really like the idea of Newt protecting the reader at the WICKED facility especially since my love of that scene in both the films and novels is just <3<3<3 I love that scene so much of course I love Newt more and he’s just so great in the scenes even if it’s very subtle he does a lot of the shit in the scenes. I had so much fun writing this to the point that I rewatched the scene like eight times to include all the little detail things that happen since I just wanted to capture the feel of the scene and Newts character in that scene since it’s like their first time with face to face peril of WICKED. I had a load of fun writing this and I also learned that Thomas Brodie-Sangster the guy who plays Newt is one of the voice’s of Ferb from Phineas and Ferb I don’t know if I love this fact or if it makes me want to cry. Anyway I hope you enjoy and all the love to you! Thank you so much!

The boys flooded out of the vent into a dark room that was made of dark concrete floor and bright white concrete brick walls that were decorated with metal pipes winding and weaving into the florecently lighted hallways. The group stood antsy waiting for Thomas to give the next instructions, (Y/n) rocked on the balls of his feet, Newt quickly stepped closer to the other. Thomas started heading down the hallway.

“ Wait, go ahead I’ve got something I need to do” Aris calls out to the rest, one replying they will go with him.

The boys started sprinting down the hallway, Newt making sure the (h/c) haired male was beside him. The sound of footsteps pounded through the wall and the group turned the corner only to be met with a lady in a lab coat. The blonde quickly stumbled back making sure to put himself slightly in front of his lover blocking him subtly from the woman.

“ What are you kids doing-“ The lady started before being cut off with the howl of sirens projecting from overhead siren lights flashed yellow. The lady’s face quickly contorted as the boys seized her holding her hostage as they continued their sprint through the corridor. They turned a corner (Y/n) being in front of the blonde when the ones who had passed the corner skidded to a stop. A man in all black with what appeared to be a large gun shouted a hey before raising the weapon and opening fire. Newt grabbed the (h/c) haired arm pulling him back clutching onto as they started to sprint the opposite way.

“ Are you ok!” Newt tried to shout over the chaotic shouts and pounding of footprints but it didn’t reach the other as he froze looking away towards where the man had come from. The blonde turned to see what the other was looking at, Minho was stopped several feet away with his fist tightly clenched, some let out calls questioning what he was doing at a time like this. Minho turned around letting out a yell as he sprinted full speed hurtling towards the wall as the man came around the corner. He kept through the air his knees close to his chest as he soared into the man taking him off guard knocking him into the concrete walls rendering him unconscious or dead. (Y/n) couldn’t exactly tell as the group surged forward Newt grabbing his arm dragging him along. Thomas had picked up the gun leading the group of boys through the winding hallways as they still kept the woman in the lab coat hostage.

A large metal door stood in front of them quickly being opened as they surged in seeing five very startled people in lab coats. Thomas holding up the large gun waving it between them screeching ‘where is she’ repeatedly. Newt turned to see (Y/n)’s face, he was biting his lip trying to push down the fear but the blonde could still see it in his eyes which had widened at Thomas’ sudden act of aggression. Newt quickly stepped in front of the other pulling his own arm behind his back to grab the (h/c) haired male's hand looking back raising his eyebrow. (Y/n) just gave the other a nod. Thomas had passed the gun to Minho who continued to keep the WICKED employee’s at gun-point. Newt ran forward grabbing a long strip of cloth attempting to tie their hands together as Thomas retrieved Teresa from the medical bed. Then suddenly someone standing next to the (h/c) haired male shouted ‘they’re coming this way!’ (Y/n) looked petrified turning towards the window in the door right where he had been standing.

“ (Y/n) get back!” Newt screamed, his eyes widening in fear as he pushed through the crowd in the room towards the door. (Y/n) quickly sprinted out of the way, the blond pushed over a nearby metal examination table it made a loud clatter that shuddered through the already clambering room. There was a loud screech as the table was pushed by Newt up against the door barricading it.

“ BACK EVERYONE GET BACK!” Someone shouted as a loud crash was heard, reinforcements crashed into the door trying to bash it open. (Y/n) turned at the sound of the panging of glass only to see Thomas thrusting a stool into the glass attempting to break it only to be unsuccessful. Newt looked with terror at the door as the WICKED guards were so close to breaking in so close to getting them all and then what would happen would they be killed like their so called rescuers or would only some of them be killed, would one of them be himself or even worse (Y/n), that future could not exist, he picked up another stool hurdling it towards the glass with Thomas. The loud sound of a shatter filled the room as the glass rained upon them. The boys leapt through the empty window frame that still had remnants of glass. Newt kept turning as the (h/c) haired male shakily attempted to climb through with the blonde spotting him, he however stepped on a piece of glass piercing through his foot the tip covered in blood appearing at the top of his shoe. The male let out a quick yelp falling forward onto Newt who luckily caught him.

“ Can you walk?” Newt said worriedly looking between the other’s shoe that was covered in blood.

“ I think so…” (Y/n) seethed, clenching his teeth. The blonde slowly lowered the male's legs to the ground still keeping his arms around him to take some of the weight of his foot. Newt looked up at (Y/n), (Y/n) giving a curt nod, his arm still stretched around Newt. Then they hear a loud crash. The (h/c) haired male didn’t even get a chance to look back before Newt had started sprinting, still supporting some of (Y/n)’s weight. The group sprints through the hallway being led by Thomas, Newt and (Y/n) towards the front of the group running on pure adrenaline. They all ran through a door. A man in a black ski mask with blank eyes stood there with a large gun which must have been the standard for WICKED. Thomas with little hesitation shot the man with the weapon he had been holding. Suddenly they hear the thundering footsteps echoing down the hallway from the WICKED employee’s. Someone yells shit as they race off again, they finally get to the access door all of them clinging desperately to the large industrial door. Thomas frantically swipes the ID card into the access slot, the door buzzes and a red light flashes denying access. The doors metal jaws stay clamped, some slap Thomas’ back yelling word’s of rush such as ‘c’mon’ and hurry up, but once again Thomas tries are futile as he once again frantically swipes the card it fails buzzing a sound of denial and flashing red. They hear the heavy footsteps of guards looking down the hallway and they see Jason surrounded by guards in tactile equipment heavily armed and holding up shields. Newt quickly pushed (Y/n) into the corner of the wall as gently as he could keeping in mind his injured foot shielding him from the rest as he turned to face the guard’s. Thomas quickly started walking towards Jason ready to open fire shouting at him to open the door only for him to respond with a threatening ‘you don’t want to do this’. Newts head whips behind him making eye contact with the (h/c) haired male whose hands were placed on the blondes back shaking, Newt looked away avoiding making the other more terrified he looked desperately back at the card slotted only one thought pummeling through his head how were they going to get out of this. Then as if a higher power heard Newt’s thoughts the heavy metal door screeches open its heavy jaws. Newt gives a cry of relief like most of the group as he throws (Y/n)’s arm around him, (Y/n) lets out a hopeful smile before they stumble through the door. Thomas lets out a few shots before his gun becomes jammed, throwing it at Jason and his security personnel. The metal door starts to shut slowly sliding down, everyone is screaming for Thomas to get there and in the little gap between the metal teeth of the door and the floor Thomas slides under. Jason hits the window of the door angrily as Thomas flips him off. (Y/n) still clasping onto Newt sticks his young out briefly mocking him as wide smiles spread onto the boy’s faces. They start at full speed sprinting through the large warehouse-like room stopping when they approach the large metal gate that stood a steel or iron giant whatever material it may be in front of them towering twenty feet standing between them and their freedom. Thomas quickly pulled a red lever allowing the doors to steadily open heavily, dragging open a greyish-blue smoke swirled past the door as the group flooded out.

Once they got to safety Newt and his lover separated from the group. The blonde still supported the others' weight as they hobbled to a corner where the two could sit. Newt carefully helped the other sit on the floor hoping that the pain had decreased and the bleeding stopped. He looked up at the other for permission as he went to take off (Y/n)’s shoe the (h/c) haired male nodded. Newt tried to take his shoe off as carefully as he could looking up at the other male who was biting his lip trying to not show how much pain he was in. Newt slid off the shoe to see a several inch wide gash going straight through the (s/c) skin of (Y/n)’s foot . It was bloody but didn’t appear to be bleeding as much as it was, being mostly caked in dried blood. Newt quickly took a flask of water that he had picked up earlier pouring the water on the wound. (Y/n) squirmed clenching his fists in pain.

“ I'm sorry love, I'm sorry.” Newt apologized, trying not to look up at the other in guilt. The blonde quickly tore apart part of his white cotton shirt’s sleeve, he gently held up the (h/c) haired male's foot using the cloth as a makeshift bandage wrapping the wound tightly letting the foot go carefully. The blonde then slid next to his lover putting an arm around him.

“ This hurt’s like a shucking bitch!” (Y/n) whined to Newt waving his leg in the air.

“ It looks like we will be limping together for the time being.” Newt chuckled slightly making the rare joke about his leg only for (Y/n) to give him a bewildered look and a slight nudge. (Y/n) grabbed Newt hand interlacing them, Newt pulled their hands towards himself raising them slowly to his lips kissing (Y/n)’s hands as he peered at them with his honey brown eyes he gave out a short amused hum seeing the others bashful face.

“ We should get some sleep.” The blonde said hugging his lover slightly more into him, the (h/c) haired male leaned his head against Newt's shoulder with Newt reciprocating the action leaning his head against the others head.

“ Goodnight Newt”

“ Goodnight (Y/n), love”

The two drifted off into sleep in each other's embrace, the other boys shaking their heads at the lovesick couple leaving them alone as they continued to their shifts making sure not to wake the pair.

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daddyy333 · 11 months

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Lovebirds | Sebastian Stan x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

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warnings: major pda, ?

summary: Chris and Anthony catch you two lovebirds having a sweet moment on set

Anthony saw you coming over and nudged Chris. “I didn’t know she was coming to set today” he said and Chris chuckled. He pointed to the plastic container in your hand and said “me neither. Didn’t even know she was on this side of earth. She’s probably surprising him”

He then quickly whipped out his phone and started recording the two of you. He always thought you were so cheesy and loved making fun of the two of you. You held back a giggle as you said “lunch was delivered for you, Mr. Stan”

He furrowed his eyebrows looking at the bag sitting on the table in front of him knowing he didn’t order food. He looked up at who dropped it off and instantly smiled, he’d know that ass anywhere. He instantly got up, running over and bear hugging you.

He picked you up just enough that you weren’t on the ground anymore, spinning you around happily. “Ahh! Babe, oh my god!” You said, kicking your feet slightly and giggling. He set you down for just a moment, turning you around and instantly hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist and he was completely supporting you.

He chuckled softly, humming when you nuzzled your nose against his. “How- h-how are you here?” He asked and you both laughed. You blushed and said “finished shooting early. Booked the first flight here, my luggage is still in the car”

You both giggled and he finally kissed you, groaning as he slipped his tongue past your lips just for a few moments. “Oh god, I needed you” he said, holding you so close you had no choice but to bury your head in his neck. You giggled and kissed his neck, playing with his hair.

“You have me, babe. I’m all yours” you said and he squeezed you for a moment, praying to every higher power that this wasn’t a dream. He’d been missing you so much, he could barely think straight sometimes.

He walked over to his spot again, setting you down on the couch next to him and cupping your cheek, kissing you again. “I can’t help it, baby. You’re irresistible,” he said and you blushed, giggling.

Chris and Anthony rolled their eyes. Chris stopped recording and watched the video back, shaking his head. He laughed to himself as he posted it on his Instagram story, captioning it “gross. @imsebastianstan @mrsstan”

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan fluff

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mooseforfay · 11 months

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Astro Observations / Is it healthy to release anger?

DISCLAIMER : I’m not a professional. These information as well as the astro observations are based on my perspective of my observation. It doesn’t have to resonate with everyone. I’m simply sharing my thoughts and feel free to share yours!

CONTAINS MENTION OF SU!CIDE/S#LF HARM.

Anger not only as an emotion but also as an expression is deemed unhealthy when expressed, yet it needs to be released without getting repressed. How to release anger healthily when your mind doesn’t align with your actions nor words when anger is overwhelming you? How do you stop a tsunami.

Releasing it as you start to feel, instead of repressing it in you long enough to explode later is a difficult practice to make a habit. Understanding how energy works for you helps you to think of ways to release it. How one person expresses or deals with anger is not the same or default for everyone. I believe astrology to help point out or show on the overview what energy each placement might produce which influences you. Depending on your chart you’ll know to what extent the energy might be significant.

It’s important to understand how not just one specific placement tells you about your anger as a whole but instead each placement work together to give out the energy. And this energy is yours to modify, it can be modified only when one has the self-awareness to identify and is able to understand how to tune your energy to your liking and healthily.

First step is to know/be aware how you release your anger.

I’ve noted down few placements based on my observation in real life. Take what resonates since everyone’s chart is unique to their own.

Observations :

Gemini Moon w Leo Mars : They get triggered quite easily but only on issues that matters to them or if it’s regarding them. If there’s a Capricorn placement, they need respect. And that eventually turns into their ego and when someone tries to disrespect them it triggers them. With Gemini and Leo involved they say shit they don’t mean and say things well aware it’ll hurt people. They usually throw curses at others for example like ‘d!e’ ‘ky$’ but obviously they don’t mean it and say it on the flow. They don’t have control over their mouth.

Aquarius/Pisces mars in 12th House : These placements on the contrary, when they throw curses they direct it at themselves. They’ll say for example ‘I’ll go km$’ ‘K!ll me’ and so on. They usually repress their anger (sometimes they’re oblivious to the fact they’re repressing) to the point it explodes on themselves as well the other person. And later when they cooldown they usually act like it never happened or forgive the other person or feel guilty about exploding.

Mars conjuct Uranus : I’ve noticed when they explode during arguments they harm themselves by hitting themselves or throw objects. And sometimes they take out the excess anger left in their body on themselves by s@lf-h@rm.

Aries Mars : During arguments they do have explosive anger but people might not take them seriously or think it’s a measly tantrum. which triggers them more when their anger is not validated.

Libra Mars : I think it’s a theme with air mars. They’re usually calm but once their limit is tested they really say things that hit like knives and sometimes they mean it. They’re cold when mad.

Mercury square Uranus (or north node in 3rd house/aspecting mercury): stutter or really cannot verbalize their anger properly, they’re mind doesn’t coordinate with their mouth and they end up sometimes saying things that don’t make sense. They’re brain is a wreck when they get mad and it exhausts them.

These observations don’t have to resonate with you since it depends on other placements/aspects in a chart as well as different types of charts!

How you use your awareness on your actions really depends on your mental capacity of whether you want to make changes or ready to make them. It’s important to take your time to analyze yourself (healthy analyzing) and somewhere along the line you’ll eventually know how to deal with your anger, better with each time. It’s a lot of trial and errors and sometimes it’ll feel like you’re back at the start which is why acknowledging your growth is equally important to remind you of the significant changes you’ve made on dealing with anger.

#astro notes #astro observations #astrology #astro posts

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