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flordeamatista · 1 year

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ok but “i’ll eat you out if that makes you feel better” with this dbf!ari

Skin

pairing: dbf!ari levinson x reader

concept: Oh, honey, how I lust for you

word count: 1.5k

warnings: Poetic fluff with cute themes, poetic desire, fingering, reader mas-turbating, age gap, hair pulling on sweet Ari's hair, body worship, or-al (female receiving), c-um- play, nickname- (Honey),

a/n: It's a daydream I created for my own writing challenge Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge using two songs: Skin and Woo (the melody of the song)

I hope you can see the inspiration behind an old menace attack @sunshinebuckybarnes and thank you @mellowsaturns

lovely beta: @lunarbuck

Masterlist

Sunlight peeks through the blinds as it sets on another lonely afternoon

You have been consumed by stress over this design for the past few weeks. You have been unable to focus on anything else, and the pressure has been overwhelming. You know you must finish it for your client, but it feels impossible.

You need a break.

Taking a break is necessary to recharge and refocus your energy, allowing you to return to sewing with a clearer head.

All you need is some self-care and a thousand orgasms, and he's the only one you want to fulfill. You can feel the tension and stress leaving your body, and you can start to relax, allowing you to focus and feel more energized.

You close your eyes and imagine being in his big arms, feeling his tender caresses and hearing his whispered words of love. You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, feeling a sense of peace that washes over you.

I need to be adored and cherished

He just wanted to make sure you were okay. Having missed you at your family events, he’s been craving the opportunity to tease you since he knows what an impact he has on you. Your innocent eyes glow when you giggle, and your voice resonates with sweetness like honey in the air.. Considering he is your father's new business partner, he should not flirt with you, but he can't help but do so since you are so unique. He can't help but admire you. He knows, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to get to know you better.

He sees the half-open door in the studio office back at your house and knows you are inside. He enters the room, determined to get your attention. He hears your voice, but it is drowned out by moans.

Pleasure-filled.

All coherent thoughts leave his head and are blown away. It’s as if his mind is a canvas, and the explosion of emotions have painted it with an abstract swirl of colors. It never occurred to him that you would be pleasuring yourself out in the open and looking like a goddess with your hand between your legs while you lost in thought. The mix of emotions is like a tornado of colors, both vibrant and chaotic, that leaves his mind in a swirl of awe and delight. He will love having your legs around his head.

He stands in front of you, his eyes meeting your body, and he cautiously takes a step closer.

And no one else will ever know the true depth of our desire for each other.

Normally, he’d walk away, but he can’t when he hears you moaning, calling his name like a siren. He takes another step forward, his hands slowly reaching out to explore your body as he licks his lips. He can’t resist anymore and finally succumbed to his desires, walking closer until his breath fans over you.

You feel excitement wash over you, and you reach for your hand when you hear a sound from your fantasy world. You open your eyes and see a scene that you have imagined for so long. You take a moment to take it all in and take him in.

A fantasy, a moan.

"Ari, I was stressed. I didn't mean to do that," you whisper. You’re embarrassed that he saw and heard you calling his name.

Ari takes a deep breath and holds your gaze, his expression communicating understanding and compassion."It's alright," he says softly. "We all get stressed sometimes." He steps closer, his hand lightly touching yours.

You feel the warmth of his hand, and the tension in your body begins to ease.

A gentle smirk spreads across his face as he comments, "And you looked so peaceful, so relaxed, moaning my name."

It melts my heart to see your desire.

Ari grabs your wrist, belonging to the hand you had fucked yourself with, and brings your fingers to his mouth. His lips are gentle as he kisses each finger softly and slowly, taking his time to savor the taste of you on them.

Your neck is exposed to his lips as he slowly draws kisses from your fingers to your neck. His wet lips and beard mark your skin. His touch is gentle as he trails his fingers across your neck, and his lips press against your skin. His breath is warm and sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the electricity between you two, and the moments pass like seconds.

Despite the danger and wildness, you wanted to keep going with him.

"Please, Ari!" You need him more and more. Ari smiles and lowers his head to capture your lips with his own.

"Honey, what do you need? I'm glad to help you.” His tiny pecks and nibbles travel down the low neckline of your dress and nip gently at the curve of your breasts. Spitting on his fingers, he traces circles around your nipples with his cold fingers, sending shivers down your spine and inducing gasps in response. “I'll eat you out if that makes you feel better. I've got you.” He pulls back a bit, holding onto you so you will stay steady.

See you, touch you, kiss you!

“Stay there,” he demands.

Clearly, he knows what he was doing.

Bringing his palms up inch by inch, he kisses your thighs, his lips climbing higher and higher until he reaches your pussy. Before he walked in on you, you had taken off your underwear. "Relax, Honey, you're going to feel alive, I swear it." Ari blows gently on your pussy.

Kneeling down, he presses a kiss across your thighs, inching his way up. Using his large palms, he traces his tongue along your inner thighs until his face fades away between your legs. His tongue paints circles around your core, his lips and tongue working in tandem as he drags out your pleasure.

His fingers move in circles, pressing in and out as his tongue alternates between licking and sucking. Grabbing onto his hair, you pull it as you hear him mumble, "My sweet pussy"

Ari moves his finger with a slow, regular rhythm. Increasing his pace, Ari's movements become more vigorous, and he teases you with every stroke, edging you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure.

He gave you what you wanted most. He made you feel special.

“So wet and tight for me.” His words bring you closer to the edge “My sweet Honey is so naughty for me, only for me.”

In an instant, he slips in and out, sliding in a second finger while teasing your clit with his thumb. It is like a conductor leading an orchestra, gently guiding you towards the crescendo of bliss. Your breasts produce a fantastic display of cleavage as he watches them rise and fall with his movements.

Ari groans into your clit, flicking his tongue against it, craning his fingers forward so he can find the tender spot inside that pushes your body to the edge. You gasp as he hits the spot, his tongue and fingers working together in sync. Your body quivers and your orgasm comes closer. He keeps up the pressure, and soon enough you feel yourself falling over the edge. Ari laps up the evidence of your pleasure before resting his forehead against your inner thigh, breathing heavily. He kisses your stomach softly and pulls away, his eyes heavy with satisfaction.

I map every inch of your sweet skin with fierce kisses

You smile, feeling a warmth like never before spread through your body.

"Feel better, Honey," he says, lips glistening. As you release his long dark brown hair from your fingertips, you tug him just a little so that he can stand up and kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips with the mixture of his own unique taste.

His fingers fumble for the hem of your dress, and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. "I need another thing to help me," you repeat to him, looking into his blue ocean eyes as you jump onto him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, Ari carries you out to perform yet another stress-relief exercise. "Let's do something big to forget the world," you moan in his ear. With a swift motion, he carries you up the stairs and away from reality.

You are both off to a place where the worries of the world seem to be forgotten.

Oh, honey, how I lust for you

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valleyfae · 2 years

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i know you’ve done daddy Chris but what about dads best friend Chris

going to uni in Boston so Chris visits you during the weekends and takes you back to his house

Oh… dbf!Chris is a yes 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Him fucking you by the pool, in bed, on the couch, over the kitchen counter, everywhere. This is everything, your mind is perfection :’)

#fran's mail #dbf!chris evans

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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I’m Not Supposed to Play with Boys

Summary: Ransom always gets what he wants. Even if he has to wait.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, (step) dad’s best friend, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, age gap, dirty talk, D/s dynamics, degradation, teasing, edging, female masturbation/humping, fingering, finger in mouth, humiliation, body writing, oral sex (M receiving), daddy kink, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.6K

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Your dad looks at the rear view mirror. Watching your face as the car looms ever closer to the Thrombey estate. You try to remain neutral in your thoughts as more and more of the animal statues come into view. Counting each one because the closer they were, the closer you got to the mansion. And you hope that the person you had been longing to see was there.

Your dad sighs, and you look at the reflection of his cobalt eyes, “Ransom is going to be here today, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

“You’re not my real dad, and I’m not a child.”

“You are visiting from college, and this is my friend’s family home,” his voice gets a bit more of an edge to it, and you roll your eyes. He was so predictable. Expected perfection from you. Because you reflected on him.

“Honey, just listen to your dad,” your mom yawns, pushing her seat back, and closing her eyes. There wasn’t even that much further to go, and she was already sleepy from who knows what. Your step-father rolls his eyes as the creepy estate comes into view, but that pretty little Beemer was nowhere insight.

“Do you think Linda would mind me taking a nap?” Your mom pets on his arm, and you feel like getting sick. She was more of a friend than a mother. She had you when she couldn’t even legally drive. It was like the two of you had grown up together. And sometimes you wondered if she was still trying to sew her wild oats.

He slowly removes his foot from the accelerator, throwing the car into park, “I’m going to see if they need any help in the kitchen,” you jump out before he could say anything. He was going to wait outside with the family, while your mother took her ‘nap’. You were going to wait where you could hopefully see that Beemer drive up. They didn’t need help in the kitchen. Everything was already outside. But you did exactly what Ransom had asked you to. And now you wait.

——

Ransom spots his best friend’s car, and gets a big grin on his face. He was told that you were home from Harvard. He doesn’t waste time saying his hellos, he needs a snack. From the kitchen. Into the house he walks, and straight into the kitchen. He must have been quieter than he had thought. You hadn’t noticed him.

Your back is to him, and he notices slow little movements forward. Right at the table. A soft little whimper is music to his ears. He opens up a cabinet for a packet of cookies, and you push off the table, “What cha doing?” He looks all the way down your body before meeting your stare with an arrogant grin.

“N-n-nothing,” you answer quickly. Smoothing down your dress as you look at anything that wasn’t him. You have never been more embarrassed in your life.

“Looked like you were humping the edge of the table. Where you fucking my grandpa’s table?” You shake your head no, starting to retreat out of the kitchen. “Wait. I’m not finished talking to you. If I happen to lift that little skirt of yours am I going to see that pretty pussy wet?”

“Um…no,” why was him embarrassing you like that making you more heated? Why was there a fresh gush of your juices to your core at the sound of his voice?

“Be a good girl, and lift up your skirt. Come on, I wanna see. Just wanna know if you’re still a desperate little slut for me,” slowly you lift up your skirt, and indeed the cotton gusset of your panties are darkened with your slick. “You were saying?” He chuckles, looking back up at you.

“I’m sorry, Ransom. I…”

“Oh, sweet little princess, what made you so weak in the knees? What’s got you all needy and grinding on that old table?”

Your eyes drift down to the floor, and your cheeks heat up in flames. He was going to make you say it, and you couldn’t. You mustn’t. “You know who.”

“Yeah, but that crush was a couple of years ago. You can’t still have a thing for little ole me, right?”

“I — I had sex like you asked. I’ve got experience now,” your voice is desperate when you try to tell Ransom that you followed his rules for you when you graduated. You followed his instructions perfectly. Listened to every word. “I…”

“And you’re still a needy fucking thing. What is that you want? You want to suck my fat cock?”

“Yes! Please!” Ransom’s mouth turns up into a devilish smirk. Lifting his hand up, he curls his finger, beckoning you to him.

You get almost to him, but he backs away, “No, no. Show me what you were doing just a minute ago. But hold your skirt up. I wanna watch. Show me how you get off when you think of me,” you gulp deeply as you walk back to the edge of the table. Lifting up your skirt when you settle yourself on the mahogany. Your lips spread over the wood, and it touches right on your clit, and you start grinding on it.

“There ya go. I bet that feels good on your desperate little cunt, hmm? You thinking of my cock splitting you open?”

“Yeah,” whining as you grind down even harder.

“Fucking you so hard that your head is pounding on headboard.”

“Yeah. Yes!”

“Have you screaming out ‘Fuck me harder, daddy,” your hips race your forward. Getting so close that you're panting out his name. Getting just right to edge, when Ransom places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you off the table, “I didn’t say you could come, you greedy little slut. Now let’s see how wet you are,” he shoves his fingers into your panties, and you moan when he gathers up your slick.

Holding out his hand, he stretches his fingers out, letting you see just how sticky and wet the mess in your panties is. Smiling at his fingers before he presses them past your lips, “Be a good girl, and clean me off,” closing your mouth around his fingers, you suck yourself off him. Circling your tongue around his thick digits. Almost creaming your panties when you hear him moan.

“Now, let's go say hey to your dad. I’m sure a good handshake covered in your juices is just what he needs. Stay wet and messy,” he walks out, leaving you alone and uncomfortable with how wet you are. Nothing left to do but follow him outside.

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Ransom smirks at you from across the lawn. He has been having a steady conversation with your dad, but his eyes are always on you. He knows how uncomfortably soaked you are, and he finds it hilarious. It is a game to him to lick his lips, and readjust himself. Waiting until you were swishing your thighs together when you see his thick girthy cock in his palm. It was unfair.

Grunting, you stomp back inside. Needing to get something to drink. Who knew, maybe even taking a cold shower. Anything had to be better than what Ransom was doing to you. And the worst part was he knew! He knew that he was driving you crazy.

“Did I make you mad, Princess?”

“You’re making me crazy! I’m soaked, and I’m horny, and you knew. You knew what you were doing when…”

“You don’t like me teasing you?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you shake your head no. Ransom looks you up and down as he steadily walks closer to you. Getting right in front of you when he leans to your ear. Sniffing up the side of your neck. His breath on you went straight to your core as more slick floods your underwear, “Get on your knees.”

“What?” What was his game? What did he want from you?

“Get on your knees, and suck my cock, Princess. It’s hard and waiting on your filthy little mouth. Get on your knees now,” turning around, you can see the party going on outside. He wasn’t serious. The window was right there. Your dad was right there. With a view straight inside to you and Ransom.

“You want my cock? Well, here it is,” you look down between the two of you and his pretty cock is the only thing separating you. Beads of precum at the tip making it look all glistening and pretty, and you crave to taste it.

His thumb rubs over his slit, smearing his leaking juices over his thumb, and he paints the liquid on your lips, “Suck. My. Cock,” slowly you sink to your knees, kissing up his protruding vein, “As much as I would like for you to take your time, we do have an audience out there. You wouldn’t want daddy to see me fucking your pretty little face, would you?”

“Uh-uh,” you whine as he pushes his length into your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks, and grip the back of his thighs. Rolling your eyes up to look at him. His hand pets over your neck a moment before he starts thrusting into you. You let him take control. Allowing him to use your mouth as his personal fuck toy.

He holds tightly to your head as he fucks into you. His eyes moving from your pretty face, stuffed with him, and then out to the guests outside, “Have you seen my daughter?” Your dad yells. You try to scurry away, but Ransom holds you tighter. His pelvis propelling into you more.

“No. I think she had an upset stomach. Maybe she’s been stuffing her mouth full,” Ransom snorts. Casually talking to your dad while he drives into you. He glances back down to you. Your weight had settled on one of his feet, and while he was fucking your face, you were grinding on his foot like a bitch in heat.

“You think daddy can hear you gagging? You think he knows that you're drooling for my cock?” You whimper, holding onto him tighter. Undulating your hips, and soaking his foot with your arousal. You are dripping wet. Needy and ready to come. Sputtering around his member, your drool leaks down your neck. “You filthy little slut couldn’t wait for me to fuck one of her holes, could she? You gonna be my little slut? You gonna call me daddy instead?”

“Mhmm,” he pulls himself out of your mouth, and you gasp for air. Your lungs sting as oxygen rushes to fill them up. His cock slaps across your face, and you don't understand.

“Say it. Call me daddy. Tell me how bad you want my cock. Even though I feel that sloppy cunt throbbing on my foot. I need to hear you say it.”

“Daddy, I want you to fuck my face. Need you to come in my throat?” Grabbing your head, he crams himself back into your mouth. Stabbing into you so fast. So deep he was making your throat bulge out. And your body hunger for more air.

“Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Almost there. Gotta hurry. Can’t let anyone see you being my pretty little slut. Taking this big fat cock like a good girl. Uh! Uh! Oh!” His head tilts back, and his load shoots into the back of your throat. You moan at the salty musk that is Ransom. Your hips fuck down on him harder. Getting right there…

“I still didn’t tell you to come,” he meanly states, pushing you off him.

“Ransom! That’s not fair! I want to come, too.”

“What did you call me?”

“Daddy!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice is so patronizing as he lifts your skirt, “Spread your legs. Let daddy see what a pitiful little pussy this is,” you do as you're told, and he moves your panties aside. Staring at your pulsing cunt with a smile. “Pitiful,” he lets a drip of his spit drop onto your pussy, and you moan at the cool sensation.

“What’s going on?” Your dad’s shadow falls into the kitchen, and over Ransom’s back, and you slap your hands over your skirt, covering yourself up.

“Oh, she fell,” Ransom says quickly. Nodding to your dad as Ransom offers his hand down to him. “I think maybe she should lay down somewhere. She was acting a bit delirious.”

Your dad looks between the two of you, clearly not believing a word that either of you had said, “You’ll miss the fireworks.”

“I’ve seen fireworks before. Ransom is right, dad, I just don’t feel right. Must be all the excitement today.”

“Go upstairs, third door on the left. There’s a window that you’ll be able to see all the fireworks,” you give him a nod as you walk up the stairs slowly. “Is everything okay?” Ransom asks with a smirk. He caught him spitting into your cunt. He knows his friend saw you all spread out for him.

“She fell, huh?” He asks. His eyes darkening as he walks closer. Looking down at the floor to see a wet spot. You were messy.

“Yep,” Ransom answers, popping his p. He holds his hands out shrugging, “I don’t know what to tell you. Your daughter is clumsy. She tends to make a mess, too. Did you know she was a messy little thing?”

“She’s not my real daughter,” he had to add that little bit of information. Had to let Ransom know when he was looking at you, it was okay.

“Yeah, but you did really marry her mom. Maybe you should go outside, daddy-o. Isn’t your wife finally awake?” He shakes his head no, starting to walk back out. Flinging his head towards the door. Wanting Ransom to follow. He had no such plans. He was going to fuck you during these fireworks. “Are you that lonely that you need me with you?”

“Are you?” His eyebrow cocks up, “Do you need me with you?”

“Touché. Listen, I don’t want to be crass, but…”

“She fell, huh? Is she going to fall again?”

“Yep. Fall right on my dick.”

——

“You ready to come, Princess? I got the perfect seat for you to enjoy your fireworks. Look at this seat daddy prepared for you,” Ransom fists his cock a few times as you walk closer to him. “There ya go. You gonna show daddy what you learned in school? I’m sure Harvard is all boring, but what did those boys teach you in your dorm?”

“I want you to fuck me, though,” tonight was all about you doing all the work. You wanted nothing more than for Ransom to take advantage of you. Didn’t care if everyone could hear you screaming. You wanted him.

“Oh, Princess, this first time I want you to show daddy what those silly college boys taught you. Sit on my lap. Let daddy stretch you out,” taking a deep breath, you walk over to Ransom. Straddling his legs, you grab the base of his cock, and run it through your slit.

Looking into Ransom’s eyes, you slowly sink down over him, biting at your lip. None of the boys from school felt like him. None of them looked like him. And when you sink balls deep on him, you know that none of them have ever been that deep. Couldn’t even wish to reach the depths that Ransom did, “Daddy!”

“I know, Princess. Daddy has such a big cock. You just sit like that until your pussy doesn’t hurt anymore. I got her all stretched out, huh?” You nod your head as you bite your lip. Overwhelmed because you finally feel Ransom. Finally have him inside of you. Something you have dreamed about for years. “You feel me in your belly, honey?”

“Yeah. But it feels good.”

“Yeah it does. You gonna let me cum in this tight little pussy? You are so pretty when you’re a mess,” you slowly start to grind over Ransom. Getting a better feel of him before you start to bounce on top of him. Letting your pussy suck him right back in as deep as you could take him. “Your titties do look pretty bouncing in my face.”

Fireworks boom outside the window, but you only see Ransom. His mouth chases your tits, just so he can give your buds a nibble. “Daddy!”

“I know, Princess. Daddy wouldn’t let you come earlier today, because it makes you that much more needy. It hasn’t been that long, and I feel your pussy fluttering around me. My god, I don’t even think I can last.”

BOOM, “Daddy!”

“Tell me what you need, Princess. Let daddy give it to you.”

BOOM! POP! “Daddy!”

“You keep getting louder. They can’t hear you. Tell daddy what you want.”

“Daddy! I wanna come! Daddy, let me come!”

“Your daddy will make sure you come,” Andy steps up behind you, those thick arms wrapping around your stomach. One hand spreads your lips further apart, while the other starts making tight circles over your clit. “Does my sweet girl wanna come?”

“Yes! Daddy, I wanna come!”

“Woah, woah. I’m daddy, and this is my princess,” Ransom pouts up at his best friend. He knew letting Andy watch was a bad idea. Sick bastard.

“Daddy is gonna help you come,” Andy moans, while you continue to ride Ransom, Andy has got you feeling like you're flying. Overstimulated, and then he starts to kiss along your neck, while Ransom starts sucking on your tit. His other hand rolls your nipples between his fingers. Everything felt good. Every part of you feels so fucking good. Your skin is buzzing with euphoria. “Go on, Princess. Come. Daddy’s gonna let you come.”

“Daddy!” You scream as your leg starts trembling. “Daddy! Daddy I’m coming! I’m coming!”

“Fuck, Andy, she’s got me in a vice grip. Squeezing me so fucking hard. There, baby. Keep riding daddy, yeah! Fuck yeah!” You moan as Ransom spurts creamy ribbons of his thick cum deep into your core. Your walls pulse around him, milking every bit of his spend out on him. “Fuck me!”

“I believe she just did. Princess, you okay?” You get a dopey smile on your face, whispering yes. “That was incredible. How long have you two been fucking?”

“Just this once, Andy. Now, I let you play with your daughter a bit, but why don’t you let me clean her up. You’re married. Don’t need to be fucking your daughter anyways.”

“Quit calling her my daughter! She’s not my real daughter,” your eyes start to slowly close as you let your high wash over you. You had him. He was still in you. He had filled you up, and it feels so fucking good.

“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck her. You,” both men stop when you get up, and lay on the bed on your back. “Princess, why don’t you spread your legs,” your eyes fully close, and you spread your legs. Putting your gaping cunt on display for both men.

They stare at your pretty and stretched out channel, and when Ransom's cum starts to leak out, they both gasp. “My god if that isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“She’s on birth control. Her mom was scared she was sleeping around too much in college. Let me guess, that was your doing?”

“Yeah, I don’t do virgins. They get attached too easily. Plus, I had her riding daddy’s cock like her life depended on it. Could you see how deep she took me from your angle?”

“Yes,” Andy rolls his eyes. “Saw you destroying her pussy.”

“Just wait until I fuck her. Mmm, my cock is getting hard again. If you don’t want to see me fuck your daughter in her sleep, I suggest you leave now. Because I’m going to fuck that slut right into the mattress. It’s too soon to share her. You were supposed to just watch.”

Andy Barber never just watches. He would fuck you too. He’d make Ransom watch as he pounds into you. Instead of going to you, Ransom grabs up a pen, “What are you doing?”

“Reminding her,” he says, scribbling ‘obedient’ on one inner thigh. ‘Good girl’ written on the other. “Princess, who owns your pussy?”

“You do, daddy. That’s daddy’s pussy,” Ransom looks back at his friend with a smile. “It’s all daddy’s. Whenever daddy wants it.”

“Daddy’s cumdump?”

“Uh huh,” you smile as he writes cumdump on your belly.

“Daddy's pretty little cum princess.”

“Yep,” Andy stomps out of the room, making sure to slam the door. And you pout up at Ransom.

“He’s just jealous that I’m going to pump you so full of cum, you won’t know what to do with yourself. My pretty little princess cumslut.”

“Just daddy’s.”

“Unless daddy wants to share?”

“Unless daddy wants to share,” oh Ransom is going to have too much fun with you. His personal little sex toy. One he was going to have a lot of fun playing with. And showing off. His little fuckdoll that wanted him to do whatever he wanted. And he would. “Daddy, I’m sleepy.”

“You want daddy to hold you while you take a nap?” Nodding your head, you make grabby hands up at Ransom, and he crawls into the bed beside you. “Okay, get some sleep, Princess. You gotta be rested, so I can fuck you, right?”

“Right. Shh.”

“I know. Sleep. Dream. And I’ll be right here.”

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buckys-wintersoldier · 2 months

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Need someone older | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Your dad’s best friend, Steve Rogers, has a kind that makes your body reacts in a needy way whenever he is around you. So when your dad is taking a shower he shows you that he can help your arching feeling better as the boys you know from university.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.019

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, dry humping, praises, dirty talk, age gap

Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

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“Hey, babygirl,” a rough, familiar voice says behind you, and the man behind you smirks when you hum in response.

You turn around to face the blond, tall man behind you. Your dad’s best friend - Steve Rogers. He is as tall as your dad, muscular, and has short blond hair. His beard is trimmed, and for a moment, you get lost in your thoughts. You love that look, especially because it defines his ocean blue eyes and gives you a lot of thoughts that aren’t as innocent as you look like. You always have a thing for older men, and for Steve even more; his stubble would probably feel so good between your legs while his long, thick fingers slide in and out of you. You try not to moan when you just think about the filthy things he could do to you. You’re pretty small compared to him, and it makes your knees weak. Your pussy starts dripping whenever you’re close to him. And the way your lips are parting so slightly that no one sees it, your eyes so filled with lust, but you just smile and nod softly. Steve chuckles, like he always does when he sees the reaction he has on you, the way you act when he is around you, pressing your legs together, digging your nails in the hem of your shirt, or the surface of the kitchen counter. He sees the way your eyes roam over his muscular body - little do you know he wears shirts that fit like a second skin. Steve enjoys the way your lips are parted, knowing that you think no one sees the way you stare at him, almost drooling over the older man.

“Like what you see?” He tears, walking a step closer, so you have to look up to look into his face and his beautiful blue eyes. “Answer me. Tell me, do you like what you see? Don’t be shy.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you whimper. His smile grows when he has the reaction he wants to have. You make him go crazy, and he doesn’t need to do much more than stand there. Steve loves to see how small you look, the way you don’t manage to get a word out when he looks into your eyes, the way you clench your thighs and whimper - for relief, wanting him to help you get rid of the aching feeling between your legs. His hand glides to your waist, and he pulls you closer. Your chin almost touches his broad chest, which causes a gasp to leave your lips. His fingers digging into the soft skin of yours, a shiver running along your spine, and you grip the kitchen counter behind you tighter, trying to ground yourself.

“Rogers. Do you annoy her again?” Your dad shouts from behind, and Steve grins.

“Do I, princess?” He asks loudly enough for Bucky to hear him.

You shake your head, but Steve lets go of you to smile softly and walk to Bucky. He smirks at him before they walk out of the kitchen and into the garden. Your breath hitches, your hands are shaking, and your knees are weak. Your nails are digging into the surface of the counter behind you, helping you not to fall down. This man can do things you didn’t know he could do; your panties are soaked with your arousal, and he hasn’t even touched you in a way that could explain your throbbing pussy.

“Dinner is ready in half an hour,” Bucky tells you, and when you reply with a short one, he continues his conversation with Steve.

You made your way to the living room, letting yourself slip on the couch while you watched television. Bucky and Steve are still in the garden, taking about everything and nothing. Your legs are pressed together, and while your head rests against the backrest, your mind is going wild with thoughts about what your dad’s best friend could do with you - with his tongue, with his fingers, or with his dick. You have never thought about it, but you’re sure he is huge. And Steve is experienced in bed, so he will probably do a good job when he fucks a woman, making her scream his name while she comes over his dick over and over again. Just the thought makes you wetter as you already are, and you press your thighs further together, trying to get some friction at your arching pussy. How would it feel when Steve just had a taste of you? When his stubble brushes so softly against your thigh and your pussy or when his thick fingers disappear between your wet, tight walls. He would be more talented than the guys your age, but he is your dad’s best friend and almost double your age. You’re probably not even his type of woman. Maybe you should just date some guys your age, but they are not like Steve - not so nice and handsome.

“Buck is taking a shower, then we can eat,” Steve suddenly says and stands next to you.

“O-Oke,” you mumble, and for a moment you get lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

“You haven’t answered my question earlier. So did you like what you saw?”

You smile softly; it’s more than just that you like to see him standing in front of you; you imagine filthy things he could do to you.

“Yes, I-I like what I see when you’re standing in front of me.”

Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your head away. Steve chuckles, adoring the way you try to hide the red on your cheeks, trying to hide that you’re throbbing wet because of him. He lets himself fall down next to you on the couch, his arm resting on the backrest behind you. You feel warmth rushing through the part between your legs, causing you to press your thighs together.

“I like what I see when I’m standing in front of you too, babydoll.”

The gasp that leaves your lips makes the older man chuckle. His grin playfully, and his eyes were glistening with lust. Steve’s hand slides up and down his thigh, inching closer to his dick, and you follow his hand with your eyes before you let your gaze roam over his body, looking at his hand, which is now covering the growing bulge in his pants. Your breath hitches when you see his dick pressing his pants up. You’re adorable when you look at him like that. You can’t keep your eyes off of his bulge while he slides his hand slowly over it.

“I- Are you-?”

“Hard because of you? Yes, wanna give me a helping hand?” He asks, smirking.

“D- You- Stevie-“ you stutter, your eyes widening while you look at him.

Your eyes meet, and you almost don’t recognize him leaning closer. Only when his hands find your hips and his fingers trail slowly under the fabric of your shirt. His touch feels like electricity, and you gasp once again. Steve lifts you up like you weigh nothing and places you on his lap, his bulge pressing against your core. You moan softly when you move a bit, feeling the friction between your legs and his bulge growing underneath you.

“B-But dad can hear us,” you say quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders to push you up.

Steve holds you firmly on his lap, pushing you back down on his covered dick when you try to push yourself off of him. He moves your hips slowly over his bulge. You whimper and close your eyes for a moment while he groans. The older man pushes his hips upward, pushing his dick more against you. The movements make you moan and whimper softly. You then let your head fall forward and against his shoulder. Steve smirks. He loves the way you let him touch you like that, the way your body reacts to his touches, and he loves to see you all desperate for his dick, grinding against his bulge.

“He won’t unless you’re loud. But he wanted to take a shower so he wouldn’t hear or see us,” Steve says, looking into your eyes when you push yourself up.

Your lips are just inches away from one another, and his tongue glides over his bottom lip, his glistening saliva coating the soft, plump lips, and your eyes switch from his eyes to his lips back to his eyes. Then he leans closer and captures your lips with his. He moves your hips harshly over his hard dick. You moan into the kiss and slide your hands into his hair, tugging at them. You would like to feel him inside of you; he feels huge, and it makes your cunt drip more, causing arousal to soak your panties.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. So hungry and desperate for my dick. You want a man, don’t you? Someone who takes care of you and knows how to treat you right, to make you feel good,” he mumbles against your lips, and you moan in response.

Steve smirks and kisses your jawline and along your neck. His fingers are digging into your skin, while you feel the feeling of pleasure growing in your stomach. Your whimpering turns more and more into moaning. You tug harsher at his hair, and Steve knows that your orgasm is just as close as he is.

“Feeling good, princess? Feeling like a princess on daddy’s cock, huh? Wanna feel it inside of you?” He asks, and you can’t help but throw your head back, grinding harder against him.

He knows exactly what to say and what to do to make a woman go crazy, to make her even more desperate, and to make her feel good. Steve stops your movements, and you immediately look at him, confused about why he stopped you.

“Please- so, so close,” you whimper, pouting softly.

“Answer my question. Do you feel like a princess on daddy’s cock?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Wanna feel daddy’s huge dick inside of your little pussy? Is she already begging for attention?”

“Y-Yes, begging for daddy’s attention,” you mumble, trying to grind against him.

He laughs softly before he lets you grind over his bulge. You’re a moaning mess on top of him, bringing both of you closer to the edge. He enjoys the view of you humping him like a desperate slut, and that’s what you are right now. You would agree with him; should he ask you, you would tell him you’re his little desperate slut.

“Please, c-can I come?” you ask, pressing your lips against Steve’s.

“Come for me; soak your panties, pretty girl. Make daddy come in his pants,” he groans, pressing you further down on his covered dick.

You move a few more times over his bulge before the two of you come into your pants, breathing heavily, and Steve kisses you once more to make you shut up while he helps you to move, riding out your orgasm.

“You’re so good for me; daddy’s proud of you, princess.”

Just in time, you two catch your breath, and you’re sitting next to him, talking about the university, when your dad appears with a towel around his waist. His hair is wet, and the water is still flowing down his body.

“Take on some clothes; your daughter doesn’t need to see you naked, Buck," Steve laughs and earns a groan from Bucky.

You’re still calming down from your orgasm; imagine Steve walking with just a towel, wet hair, and his body glistening through the apartment.

“How about I take care of you when Bucky is on his work drip?” Steve asks quietly, and you smile softly before you nod, leaning in for a short kiss before he gets up and walks outside to finally eat.

You follow him. Steve would prefer something else instead of the barbecue he and your dad just made, but he still enjoys it. Especially when he sees your still-red cheeks with the knowledge that your pants are soaked with your cum.

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babyjakes · 11 months

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silent sins. [blurb.]

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event | june '23 ari-themed blurb night

summary | your dad's hot friend does unspeakable things to you on your parents' couch.

pairing | dark!dad's best friend!ari levinson x college student!reader

warnings | HEHE umm this is dark-ish ari (reader protests and begs to stop but he keeps going). dad's best friend!ari (with parents sleeping upstairs :')). daddy kink. like one line of praise. the rest is mocking, degradation, humiliation. heavy clit focus per usual. oral (f receiving). pussy slapping. ass play (fingering). implied forced orgasm. overstimulation. his hand over reader's mouth to keep her quiet.

word count | 519

an | okay i had so many requests for dad's best friend and stepdad ari filth sooooo i threw them all together into a little somethin hehe <3 thanks to a few nonnies and @lilacevans for the inspo, i tried to smash together mean!daddy, oral, pussy slapping, and ass play in this lil thing so i hope you all enjoy!!!

“No Ari, please—” you sob, your fingers tangled in his hair as you half try to push him away, yet half keep him locked in place with his messy beard rubbing so cruelly over your puffy folds.

The older man lets out a low, rumbly chuckle as he watches you squirm and try to keep yourself quiet. Tightening his grip on your inner thighs with his massive hands, he spreads you out further, holding you in place against your parents’ couch as he releases your poor little clit from his lips long enough to grumble, “Better keep it down, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to wake them up, now would we?” He nods towards the stairs, reminding you of your sweet, innocent mom and dad who are sleeping so obliviously just a floor away.

"I-I'm trying," you whimper as his eyes fixate on your poor little button, so swollen from his relentless attention. "Please Ari, I-I can't take anymore," you try to reason as he pulls back the hood of your puffy bundle of nerves, admiring his own work.

"You can't?" he sings teasingly as he drags a bit of your wetness up from your dripping hole, swirling it around your poor clit and watching in delight as you squirt out weakly against him, beyond overstimulated at this point. "Oh but baby, you've been such a good girl for me," he croons as he rubs your little nub in slow, punishing circles. "Can't you give Daddy one more? Wanna see this pretty little pussy cum one more time," he frowns in mock sympathy as your little hands scramble to hold onto the pillows surrounding you.

"N-no Daddy, no more," you plead with wide eyes as you watch his face turn a bit darker at your refusal.

"No?" he repeats, securing back the hood of your clit with one hand as he examines the exposed knot of nerves. You yelp as his other hand lands down harshly against it; Ari's brow is furrowed in concentration as he rubs his flat hand against your juices to get it nice and slick before dealing you another slap, then another, right against your poor, aching clit. "Good girls don't say no, sweetheart," he reminds you, bringing his hands up to lick your mess from his digits before bringing a single finger down to plunge into your virgin ass.

"N-mmpphh!!" You let out something between a surprised whimper and a deep, humiliating moan as the large man's free hand comes up to slam over your mouth, silencing your protest. He grins as he pumps his thick finger in and out of your tiny little hole, licking his lips as his eyes settle back in on your pulsating clit.

"Now don't worry about making too much noise, princess— Daddy knows dumb little girls like you can't keep themselves quiet. You just cry into Daddy's hand as he makes you cum again, okay? Don't worry, baby; I'll make sure you give me a nice, big one," he chuckles before diving back in, his lips latching around your poor little button like they were made to fit each other.

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

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Chris and Reader public sex maybe? Bonus points if they get caught👀

Deep moans fall from both Chris’s and YN’s lips as he slips inside her from behind, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Almost immediately he has to drop his head onto her shoulder, feeling his cock already start to twitch inside of her. She’s watching him closely in the mirror, smirk forming on her face at how gone he is already.

“No, fuck,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as she moves her hips against him, teasing him. “Already fuckin’ ruining me, give me a minute,” he breathes, his Boston accent getting thicker as he strains to stave off his orgasm. Hands tight on her hips, he holds her still as she continues torturing him, and he’s considering just pulling out and cumming on her ass and leaving her to finish herself off as punishment but she feels to fucking good to leave right now.

“The whole point of a quickie is that we’re quick, I don’t care if you don’t last just fuck me,” she rushes, her brattiness pissing Chris off and making him even more gone for her all at the same time. She presses her hands onto the sink in front of her and tries to use it as leverage to fuck herself on his cock, smiling to herself when he chokes on another moan.

He’s had enough, gathering his bearings before removing one hand from her hip to bring it to her neck, pulling her upper body to him. His lips are right next to her ear as he pulls out slowly just to slam into her with so much force that a surprised moan falls from her lips and her hands flail to grip the counter tighter.

A dark hum rumbles deep in his chest as he repeats the action, gauging her reaction. “I think you forgot who’s in charge here,” he teases, applying pressure on either side of her neck with his one hand.

Her eyes have already taken purchase in the back of her head, her mouth wide open as he picks up his pace, the leaking head of his cock ramming her g spot with each thrust. She’s unable to form a single thought, the only thing occupying her mind is the feeling of him fucking her so perfectly, managing to render her speechless in mere seconds.

“Look at that,” he coos condescendingly, not letting up on his thrusts. “All that talk and now you’re all cockdrunk for me. Dumb little baby just needed to be put in her place, hm?” he teases, now using his grip on her throat as leverage to fuck her deeper. The sound of skin slapping fills the restroom and they’re both certain that they can be heard from outside but Chris doesn’t care, his thrusts unrelenting.

Her moans increase tenfold when he manages to graze her cervix, her legs starting to shake beneath her as her orgasm builds deep in her belly. It’s like a third sense to him at this point, and he lets go of her throat just to press her face into the cool counter in front of her, once again using both hands on her hips as leverage. His thrusts get much harder as he knows that is what will get her there, and he’s just watching where they’re connected, her wetness starting to drip down the both of their thighs.

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock just like you were made to,” he grits, his thrusts getting sloppy as his orgasm approaches once again. “Cum for me, and I’ll give you what you need,” just then there’s a loud knock on the bathroom door, angry swears following the sound.

YN makes an effort to have at least some remorse and quiet down but it’s so hard when he melts all thoughts in her brain. She’s about to tell him to give up and they can finish at home when he doubles his efforts, seemingly reading her mind. “Uh uh. You’re almost there, and I’m not stopping until you soak my fuckin’ cock. You can do it, just cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up,” he encourages. It’s like a switch flips in her mind, and she’s immediately taking advantage of her permission to cum, her tight channel locking down onto his cock and keeping him inside her as she cums with a loud cry of his name.

Neither of them are surprised when they hear liquid dripping onto the floor as the result, her cum dripping down her legs and even into her shoes. She’s honestly quite embarrassed that he can ruin her this way, but the thoughts are overpowered by the fog that’s filled her brain. He can feel the evidence of her orgasm dripping onto his fancy shoes as she overloads his senses and he can’t hold his off any longer. He cums with an animalistic groan, filling her to the brim with his orgasm and warming her from the inside.

The knocking continues, the person on the other side of the door threatening to call the police if they don’t come out right now. Once again, he ignores them, holding her close to him as she twitches with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. When she’s all settled he pulls out gently, and he can see his cum stating to drip out of her. He can’t resist spreading her a little bit further and squatting down to be eye level with her sensitive pussy.

A bold lick between her swollen lips makes her whine in overstimulation but she doesn’t move away, she stays put until he’s had his fill, and then he’s standing up to grab some paper towels to clean her legs, leaving the mess on the floor. He adjusts her dress and fixes his clothes as best he can before they’re walking out of the bathroom.

The look on Chris’s face is nothing short of smug as they exit, making direct eye contact with who he assumes is the man who’d been banging on the door, and by the disgusted look on his face he knew it was. He lets YN walk a little ahead of him as he stops to look the man in the eye. “Might want to get someone in there to clean that up,” he tells him, watching in amusement as his face falls at the meaning of his words.

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Dad’s best friend!Curtis

Your family usually joins him at his hunting lodge every year but due to your parents divorcing you haven’t been there for quite a few years. Now that you’re getting through college you decide you deserve a break so when dad asks if you wanna join this year?

You accept and after you arrive, Curtis isn’t quite sure he wants you to leave

AHH HERE HE IS !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | soft!dark dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors dni, age gap, soft dark, manipulation, coercion, daddy kink, oral (f), p*ssy slapping, fingering (f), size difference, dirty talk, exhibitionism: almost caught/not afraid to get caught, spitting, gagging (with panties), size kink, degradation, dumbification, hints of sadistic!Curtis. mentioned: thigh riding.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1033

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your name is called from down the hall, through the walls you can hear your father’s footsteps as he searches for you. Shame sinks deep, anchoring you to the floor, and pinning you to the eager mouth of a man almost twice your age.

The both of you are tucked into a closet, the only light provided by the small lightbulb. You’re pressed into the wall, and fallen hangers and coats litter the floor from Curtis’ manhandling—he was so much bigger and stronger than you, it wasn’t hard for him to overpower you.

You didn’t put up much of a fight either, you wanted him too.

Your wet cotton panties are stuffed into your mouth, silencing your whimpers. His fingers are pressed to the hilt, his rough beard rubbing your petals as he sucks on your clit, flicking his tongue against the nub.

Your knee is hooked around his broad shoulder keeping him close as he devours you, groaning into your swollen folds, already sensitive from his previous teasing.

“Feels good, dumb baby?” Curtis asks against you, pulling back to spit messily on your slit, watching it drip down to your wet hole. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide as he swoops down to lick firmly up your cunt. “I know my jeans were so rough on your pretty pussy—daddy’s so sorry.”

You know he isn’t, you know he took great pride in being mean and hurting you. That was his whole attitude, a rugged man with a sadistic side, hell, he’s even joked about locking you in the basement so you’d never leave.

Looking down at your wrists tied with his belt, you fear he wasn’t completely joking.

Another shout of your name has you jumping, accidentally grinding against Curtis’ thick beard, and you moan softly, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Where the hell—” Your father’s voice sounds uncomfortably close, “Curtis!”

Your hands fist his beanie as your hips start moving slowly, riding his thick fingers and his merciless mouth, soaking him with your juices.

“Yeah?”

Your heart stops and you stare down at him in terror, trying and failing to shove him away when a shadow appears under the door.

“Have you seen my daughter?”

Curtis’ dark blue eyes flicker up, twinkling with mischief as he pulls out his fingers, and traces them along your cunt, spreading your cream. “No, not since breakfast.” He pulls back and lands a swift slap on your core, marvelling in your sharp gasp. He repeats the action again, and again, getting harder and louder.

Your legs flail when the doorknob rattles, “what are you doing in there with the door locked?”

“Something you don’t wanna know.” Curtis murmurs, diving forward to mouth messily at your pussy, guttural groans sending vibrations through your body. His warmth soothes the burn from the slaps, “taste so fucking sweet, baby, like you were made for me. Such a little slut, those college boys don’t give it to you good, huh?”

“What was that?”

“Did you check the backyard? She was out there yesterday.” His tongue collects your slick, only to spit it onto you again while heat combs over your skin and your stomach tightens.

“Yeah, I checked everywhere. I hope she didn’t go outside, it’s dangerous all the way out here…” His voice fades away as Curtis licks you again, all sounds going muffled from the pleasure.

He reaches up to pluck your panties from your mouth, he tucks them into his pocket and trails down your body. His fingertips trace along your chest, groping your breasts over your shirt. He pinches your nipples through the thin fabric, “you hear that, dumb baby? Even your daddy says it’s dangerous, especially for sweet little girls like you. I told you it’s safer here with me.”

“Curtis—I can’t stay.” You had a whole life, a career in the making and friends back in the city. You couldn’t leave it all, abandon it for him of all people.

“Yes, you can. Don’t you want to stay here with me?” He reaches for the lock, holding it between his thumb and forefinger before looking at you once more. “I’ll treat you so good, baby, I promise. You’ll never have to worry about a thing, daddy will take care of everything.”

Your eyes flicker from the lock to him, still on his knees with your arousal around his pink lips and traces of it in his beard, he sinks forward to gently lap at your cunt. Blinking up at you with his thick lashes, softly suckling at your clit, and even dipping into your hole with his tongue.

“Don’t be stupid and make me do this, baby, it’d ruin everything.” Is what he says, but you know he gets off on this, the sick thrill, the cruel taunting. “Do you wanna get caught and never speak to your father again? Do you wanna make him hate his best friend, and be ashamed of his whore daughter?”

You start crying, unable to do anything with your bound wrists and weak legs. His suckles get rougher, torturing your button with a hard suction, lewd noises filling the small closet with his moans. You don’t even notice when he prods at your hole again, sliding in deep with three long fingers.

Your father is still rambling about your disappearance, totally unaware of his closest friend between your thighs. Curtis barely twists the lock, and the faint click snaps you out of that trance.

“I-I’ll stay…” you choke out, tasting the bitterness of your tears. “Please don’t, please, daddy.”

The door locks again and Curtis’ hand returns to your hips, pressing you against the wall as he kisses along your thighs. The gentle gesture only makes you more embarrassed, with your soaked pussy inches from his face and your father on the other side of the door—he’s managed to trap you here in his hunting lodge.

“I’ll go do another round outside the lodge, she might’ve wandered too far or something. God, I hope she’s safe.”

“She is.” Curtis promises with a smirk, licking his lips as you tremble above him, so broken already and it’s only the beginning, “She’s very safe, no need to worry.”

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writing-for-marvel · 1 year

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Cause That’s When I’ll See You Again

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The one time of year your dad’s best friend is in town is during the holiday season - the perfect opportunity for some no strings attached, filthy sex with a man who actually knows what he’s doing, but year after year it becomes harder to convince yourself you’re only in it for the orgasms.

Festive prompt: a roaring fireplace

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink, praise kink, a little angst (cause it’s me and I can’t help myself), happy ending, fluff and soft feelings, age gap is implied although exact ages are never mentioned

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Happy Holidays to my Thot Neighbourhood Secret Santa, the lovely, beautiful and talented @jobean12-blog. Jo thank you for being such a ray of positivity and love on this site. You are one of kindest souls with the warmest heart, thank you for being you. I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful holiday season ♥️ also a HUGE thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for putting so much time and effort into organising this Secret Santa - I love and appreciate you Jen 💜 banners by @vase-of-lilies and dividers by @firefly-graphics

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A sense of déjà vu washed over you as you laid a tartan blanket in front of your crackling fireplace.

It was that time of year again, where colourful festive lights were strung throughout your neighbourhood and flurries of snow dusted the town, the combination of which produced an intangible magical quality, one you wished you could forever encapsulate and preserve in a snow glow.

The festive season was finally upon you.

Despite the chilly temperatures, most people’s spirits were warmer than ever, including yours. This time of joyful celebration also happened to coincide with the one time of year your dad’s best friend, the beefy and dangerously handsome Ari Levinson, returned home from his almost year long stint working overseas.

And to ensure that he wouldn’t be spending the holidays by himself and celebrating Hanukkah alone, your friendly father invited Ari to spend the festive season with your family.

The first time you slept together had been accidental - well, if you can call finally giving in to the massive crush you had developed on the burly framed, sex god, who never failed to affectionately refer to you as ‘Toffee’ because the chewy confection had been stuck in your teeth the first time you met, an accident.

But once you kissed him, allowed his large, assertive hands to roam over your every curve, and let his tongue taste every drop of your arousal for him, you knew you were in trouble.

You swore you’d never cross that line and act on such feelings, but when said sex god, with eyes as blue and inviting as a warm summer sky, looked at you like a ten course meal he wanted to devour, well, all logical thinking and restraint flew out the window, along with your panties.

The entire following year, you wondered if your dalliance was fated to be one glorious night. Whether Ari considered it a moment of weakness on his behalf and if he regretted what the two of you did, or if he was as desperate for it to happen again as you were.

The following holiday period, your questions were answered almost immediately.

The first time you two were alone again, all it took was one quizzical glance and you knew he too was thinking back to the night a year ago.

Perhaps it should have concerned you just how easily you gave yourself up to him, but you were honestly so desperate for him to have his way with you, to utterly ruin you again, that the desire between your legs overruled any self-control your brain tried to exert.

From your experience, none of the men your age knew anything about how to satisfy a woman, but there was no doubt with Ari, by your third orgasm, when you were floating on a cloud of pure bliss, you were convinced your bodies were made for each other.

This particular year he had a whole two weeks at home before departing again, and you made use of all fourteen euphoric days.

“Fuck, Toffee, so wet and messy, just for me - your pretty pussy gonna cum on these fat fucking fingers again? You gonna make a mess all over daddy?” His low growling voice was already such a turn on, but when he talked to you like that, you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming right then and there.

“That’s it, pretty girl, doing such a good job for me. Look how beautiful you are bouncing on my cock.” His praise spurred you on, lifting yourself up and sinking down on him again so he filled you completely, but when he reached to where your bodies connected, strumming on your clit, the coil in your stomach tightened as he brought you closer to your orgasm. “Wanna feel you cum around me baby, can you do that for me?”

“Still can’t get enough of me, can you Toffee?” He spoke into your ear as he pinned your hands above your head, fingers interlocked with yours, his weight pinning you to your bed, hips rolling into your own filling the room with salacious sounds of skin slapping skin. “You’ll never get enough, will you? I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you either.”

As you laid beside Ari the day before he was due to leave, content listening to the crackling fireplace, head resting on his broad chest, his strong arm wrapped tenderly around your waist, pulling you back into him as if your touch itself sustained him, you couldn’t help your mind from wondering if you meant more to him than simply an easy fuck; someone he knew would be available to take his sexual frustrations out on for the couple weeks a year he was home.

You had never met someone who fucked you so rough, but also treated you with such tenderness, as if you were something worth taking care of.

There were moments throughout the past couple weeks, when his eyes weren’t consumed with just pure lust for you, there was something else swirling around those desire-blown pupils. But you told yourself it must be your imagination. Surely he couldn’t truly be looking at you with the devotion you wished he felt for you.

When time came for him to leave again, you didn’t have the words to express to him how you had treasured the past two weeks. You were fully aware that he was your fathers best friend, and even if that weren’t reason enough to prevent your heart from becoming attached to him, you knew his position which took him overseas for the majority of the year should be. Whatever this was between you two, it could never turn into something real.

But that didn’t stop you from wishing it could.

The following year was pure torture. When you had only hooked up just once, you could at least resign yourself to the thought that it was a one time thing that meant nothing to him.

But now, knowing you had both been so eager for it to happen again, and the expectation that come the next holiday season you would pick up right where you left off, made you miss his presence even more.

The thought itself was exciting, but also agony.

Because, even if you wouldn’t admit it aloud, you missed not only the toe curling orgasms, but the way his eyes softened when they looked at you, how your body fit so perfectly with his as he cradled you to sleep, and the tranquil happiness you seemed to only find in his company.

Unbeknownst to anyone else in his life, Ari had made the executive decision to have an additional two weeks at home this year, designed to be spent solely with you.

He knew he couldn’t offer you the life or relationship you deserved, but just in this one aspect of his life he wanted to be a little selfish.

He wanted his sweet Toffee all to himself for these next four weeks, watching as your face contort in the most exquisite way as pleasure washed through your entire body; he wanted to wake up beside you and spend the cold mornings bundled up with you, listening to your voice as you read chapters of your new favourite book; but more than anything, he wanted to kiss you every chance he got, roughly kiss you until you were completely out of breath, sweetly kiss you when you were in the middle of a sentence because he just couldn’t wait until you were finished, tenderly kiss you right before you fell asleep so you would dream about his lips on yours.

Being able to spend a whole month with Ari was like a dream come true.

He spent an entire day teaching you to make sufganiyot just as his mother had done every Hanukkah when he was growing up.

Promised to beat you at every board game you kept stored at your place, but you were also convinced he let you win every time.

You sat by the roaring fire, one blanket stretched to cover both your laps as you read in peace, simply enjoying being together, even if you were doing something separately.

Someone could be confused into thinking that given the intimate nature of how you spent your days together, the pure tenderness which softened your gaze and the doting, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of your lips whenever you gazed at him, your relationship was much more significant than occasional fuck buddies.

But you couldn’t allow yourself to think like that - not only did Ari live most of his life oceans away from where you did, but he was best friends with your father. There was no way the two of you could ever have something that sembled a real relationship.

However, it was undeniable that when the two of you were together, it was something even more magical than the holiday season itself. The sex was incredible, that was evident by the number of life shattering orgasms he could pull almost on demand from your body, but it wasn’t just the sex.

He could make you laugh like nobody else, helped you feel confident in your body, provided an environment where you were comfortable enough around him to divulge secrets you hadn’t even told some of your friends. He brought out the best version of you you didn't even realise existed before him.

After a particularly sensual and passionate night, you laid together by the roaring fire, however it was the warmth which came from snuggling beside Ari’s strapping naked form which you were most interested in. For the first time in your life you felt truly content, protected, but most of all, loved.

The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, he could so easily fool you into thinking you were the only one for him.

Saying your inevitable goodbye was excruciating. Each year it became progressively more painful, and you weren’t sure you could manage the searing heartbreak which would come next year when you were positive you were already in love with him.

You couldn’t keep living like this, wondering for close enough to an entire year if the man you loved would still want you next festive season, whether in the time you were apart he had found someone else to settle down with, or if he wouldn’t be able to make it home for the next holidays, or came to the realisation of any one of the numerous reasons he wouldn’t want to continue sleeping with his best friends daughter.

You made a pact to yourself that the next time you saw Ari you’d tell him. Tell him how insanely happy he made you, how all you could think about was if next holidays you would get to experience that feeling of pure rapture when you were together, and how it killed you to consider that might not be a possibility. Tell him how possessive you were over him and that the thought he satisfied his needs with anyone else over the period you were apart ripped your heart from your chest. Tell him how even though it was entirely impossible and beyond impractical, you wanted to spend every moment of your year laughing with him until your cheeks ached, learning every aspect of his passionate soul and making love to him every chance you got.

Tell him that you loved him.

A knock on your front door pulled you from your reverie as you straightened the corners of your tartan blanket. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach and your heart clenched with dread.

This was it.

When you opened the door Ari looked handsome as ever, broad and tanned as if he had spent far too long in the sun. But it was the twinkle in his striking eyes at the recognition that it was you behind the door that made your heart flutter in your chest.

He didn’t speak a single word as he dropped his bags inside the entrance and pulled you into a tight hug. His embrace was warm and familiar, and even though it was Ari who was technically returning home, in a way it felt like you had as well.

“Ari?” The inflection in your voice indicated it was a question. Ari pulled back and studied your face before answering.

“Yeah Toffee?” His features stiffened and all of a sudden he looked worried. You had never seen him look this anxious before, and you made the quick determination that you didn’t like it one bit.

“I’ve had something on my mind literally all year and I need to come out and say this before we pick up where we left off.” You nervously babbled, peering down at how your hands were shaking.

“You’re in a relationship?” His voice was filled with sorrow which tore your heart in two.

“What? No. Actually, it’s sort of the opposite.” You nervously giggled, the sound of which seemed to calm his nerves. You took a deep breath to summon the courage you needed to confess your secret when his gorgeous eyes looked at you so expectantly. “I’ve been so hung up on you the past year I haven’t been able to think straight - well if I’m honest it’s probably been longer than just this last year. And I know this might ruin everything, and that it probably puts you in an awkward situation because of my dad, but Ari I think I’m in love with you.”

He took that moment to finally kiss you, like he was a suffocating man and your lips were his air. Lord, you had missed the tickle of his beard and how he smelled warm and musky, with a hint of tobacco. Every intimate feeling you had left unsaid you poured into that kiss, finally feeling free to convey every last emotion into your expression of love for him and not have to hold back as you had previously.

When you finally pulled away, needing air, Ari rested his forehead against yours, scrunched his nose and affectionately rubbed the tip against your own.

“My darling Toffee, I know wholeheartedly that I am in love with you.” You had never seen Ari smile as much as when he confessed those words.

“You do?” You asked, and he responded with an ardent kiss to your lips.

“This moment right here, reuniting with you, that’s what got me through the whole year. You’re the person I come home for.”

This time it was you that kissed him, eager, luscious and downright possessive. His luggage long forgotten, you steered him towards your living room and the cosy space you had set up next to the fireplace for an occasion just like this one.

You’d already had some very memorable holidays with Ari, but you were certain none would compare to this year.

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halfrican-heat · 1 year

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Freakum (A. Levinson) (1/2)

SUMMARY: The reader has been seeing Ari Levinson-- her dad's best friend and her ex-boyfriend's uncle-- in secret. Lately, he hasn't been giving her the attention she needs. So, what happens when she cuts ties with her toxic ex and his mysterious uncle entirely? (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Curvy!Reader x DBF!Ari Levinson; Black!Reader x Ari Levinson

Warnings: Mild angst; Cursing; Age-gap (Reader is of legal age); Convoluted relationship; Toxic ex; Allusions to minor character death; AFAB body descriptors; Secret relationship

A/N: Hey, how y'all doing? Y'all good? Enjoy part one to this request I got for DBF!Ari. It's not exactly what I was asked for, but I do hope this suffices. Stay tuned for part two! Also, the time stamps on the phone are WRONG AF, I forgot to fix them. I'll remember for next time lmao. Beta'd by my bestie <3 -Lyv

Song Inspo: Freakum Dress - Beyoncé

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With a soft laugh, you set aside your phone. You were sure to get an earful from Tamisha in the car, but until then you were going to finish getting ready. Taking in your appearance, you swiped a pinky-nude across your lips before painting on a pink tinted gloss. Your deep brown liner blended with the softer tones and created a chocolatey contrast to the pink colors on your lips. Smirking, you started to pull your locs into an updo.

You had done a soft beat to your face, accentuating your eyes with deep browns and glittery gold accents. The liner you did was sharp enough to draw blood and you were living for it. Your lashes were sitting almost as well as your tits in the salacious little dress you had chosen for the evening.

You hadn’t worn this particular dress since your freshman year of college. In the four years since then, you had gained a little more weight. When you pulled the dress out, you weren’t even sure it would suit your new body let alone fit. Somehow, though, the little garment surprised you in more ways than one.

Short and backless, the cheetah print dress clung to your curves in the most sinful way possible. Cleavage spilled from the ruched, cowled neckline and the hem curved just below your bottom, accentuating the bounty you carried behind you. The heels you had chosen to compliment the dress did wonders for your legs, making them look as if they went on for miles.

Needless to say, you sex on wheels and ready to wreak havoc.

Your phone vibrated on the counter, probably Tamisha alerting you that she was waiting outside. Ignoring it, you finished tying up your hair and packed a small purse. Moments later, the phone vibrated again in rapid succession. Scoffing quietly, you shook your head at your friend’s persistence and snatched the phone up.

“This bitch,” You mumbled to yourself. “Not her tryna be on time for once.”

Another vibration rang out. You smacked your teeth.

“And then tryna rush me. No, ma’am!”

You prepared to shoot off a text telling your friend to “hold her damn horses” only to freeze at the name floating across your screen. Opening the messages, you bit your lip. A hot flush ran through your body as you weighed your options, uncertain of what to do. Annoyance as well as arousal coursed through you at his sudden interest after he ghosted you for three weeks.

See, Ari Levinson wasn’t exactly a man that could be ignored.

Levinson was a powerhouse in architecture. At the age of twenty-three, he started working for Milton Family Construction in Macon, Georgia. What was once just a family business soon became a fierce competitor in the world of construction. The addition of Levinson to the company’s team not only won them lucrative contracts with big name corporations but ushered in a new era of innovative thinking. Levinson’s ability to conceptualize near impossible blueprints and turn them into reality created various opportunities for the company to grow and expand their reach. It only made sense that when George Milton retired, he placed his company in Levinson’s care-- the first non-family member to inherit Milton Family Construction.

Eventually, Levinson set his sights on expanding the company to other parts of Georgia and surrounding Southern areas. Of course, however, Levinson’s constructional genius had people from all over the world seeking him out to spearhead various projects-- from commercial construction to abstract residential floor plans. By his late twenties, Levinson had become one of the richest men in the country and, now in his early forties, has finally decided to settle into partial retirement.

Yes, Ari Levinson was not a man that could be ignored. But your reasoning for such a thought was drastically different from those of the “construction” kind.

Simply put, Ari Levinson was a fox. A silver one at that, with grays in his hair and beard that made you weak in the knees. He had a megawatt smile that dazzled the socks off you and a sexy, rumbling voice that scratched an itch you never knew you had. He spoke with you, took an interest in the things you liked. He lit you up inside in ways you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

And he was your father’s best friend.

The two went way back, to a time before corporate architecture and multi-million dollar constructions companies. Childhood friends who grew up down the street from one another and happened to be in the same classes up until college. It was a tale as old as time. So, as a result, when your father settled down in Savannah to raise his little family, it only made sense for Ari to find himself a permanent home there as well. After all, your father was the only family Ari had left.

Aside from his pain-in-the-ass nephew, Darius. Who was also your ex.

Talk about convoluted, right?

But none of that mattered anyway because, as far as you were concerned, Ari Levinson and his dumbass nephew could burn in hell. One was a narcissistic serial cheater and the other…well. That was entirely too much for you to unpack in one sitting.

So, you decided to put all that shit behind you. All you wanted was to get stupid drunk and post a few thirst traps. No more, no less.

With a sigh, you put your phone in your purse and took one last look in the mirror. Ignoring your vibrating purse, you headed downstairs and paused at the bottom. You took a moment to observe your father. He was resting in his easy chair, watching a football game on the television. Well, more like sleeping through a football game. You smiled fondly, walking over to cover him with the afghan your mama knitted years ago. Your heart clenched painfully at the thought.

He startled a little before relaxing at your presence, humming quietly in acknowledgement.

“Don’t wait up, papa. I’m going out with Tam,” you said softly, kissing his head. “I’ma spend the night at her place.”

“Alright, shug,” He drawled, shifting slightly. “Be careful.”

“You know I will, pa.”

Patting his shoulder gently, you crossed over to the hall closet and grab a stylish jacket to match your outfit and defend against the cool, fall evening. Your father’s voice called out moments later and you felt your back to go ramrod straight at his words.

“By the way, Levinson asked ‘bout you a little while ago.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Your cheeks burned and you prayed your father couldn’t hear the nerves in your voice.

“Yeah. Just checkin’ in. Said he ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout you in a while. Wondered if you and that boy was still seein’ each other. I tol’ him that sonofabitch nephew o’ his could kick rocks.”

“Bet he got a hoot out of that,” You said awkwardly, shrugging your jacket on.

“Sure did. Laughed his lilly-white ass off.” Your papa replied. “He was just seein’ how we were doing with everything. Ever since, well, anyway. He was just checking in.”

You watched him for a moment as he fiddled with the afghan, his fingers delicately tracing the designs woven into the blanket. Another pang ran through your chest.

“Yeah...that was…that was nice of him,” You replied slowly. “Didn’t have to do that.”

"Yeah, well he was fond of your mother. She always made him feel like part of the family."

Silence hung awkwardly in the air. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling like your skin was being pricked by a thousand needles. Your father stroked the afghan, almost in a daze. You pulled the hem of your dress down self-consciously. He looked over at you, his eyes heavy and seemed to want to speak. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. He went back to quietly stroking the afghan muttering, “Yep. Good ol’, Levinson.”

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well, I gotta go! I see Tam’s headlights out the window. Love you, bye!”

Without waiting for a response, you dashed out the front door and into the cold air of the night. Of course, you hadn’t actually seen Tam’s lights through the window. So, you were standing outside waiting for her frequently late ass to show up. You huffed, taking a seat on the porch. That girl couldn’t get nowhere on time-- even if her damn life depended on it.

You pulled out your phone, checking to see if she had texted. Instead, you were greeted to several missed calls from Ari and two from Darius. At that moment, a new message from Ari popped up on your screen. Hesitating briefly, you opened the text.

You smirked at the message. You were riling him up, and when Ari was riled up...well, it always ended up rather interesting for you. Deciding to push your luck, you quickly responded before you could second guess yourself.

There was a brief lull in the conversation. A full minute passed, making you anxious. Then, he finally answered. Scoffing at his reply, you shot back your response.

Then, you turned your phone without a second thought. Pocketing it, you allowed a smug grin to overtake your face. The headlights of Tamisha’s car served as the spotlight for the devious plan taking center stage in your mind. If Ari wanted to ghost you, and come back three weeks later like he owned the place, then two could play that game. The next time you saw Ari, you were going to have him begging on his knees for you.

Little did you know that “next time” would be in a matter of hours.

A/N: It took forever to get these pictures formatted properly. I hope y'all enjoyed. Stay tuned!

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ozarkthedog · 1 year

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He's looking like hot neighbour dilf who tans almost naked 😭😭

DBF!Chris sluts struts around in tiny boxer briefs that barely pass as swim trunks.

That golden chain bounces against his hairy, tattooed chest and his intimidating package bulges with every step as he makes his way around the pool.

You try to distract yourself as you sit on the pool edge and stare at your reflection before kicking it away in frustration.

He’d only been in your eye line for 5 seconds and already you can’t stop yourself from being pulled in his direction.

He makes sure to catch your eye when he slathers his muscles in tanning oil. Slowly rubbing his hands over every inch of his expansive chest and rippling torso. Putting on a show that would be illegal if he wasn’t in the comfort of his own backyard.

You squirm against the heated concrete as he holds your gaze with a smirk. You core clenches hard when he slides his slippery fingers down the v cut of his hips and pushes the thin briefs down a bit further.

He’s got a small tattoo at the base of his hips and thick auburn hair that circles the beginning of his well endowed girth.

You feel faint.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he calls out, grinning when you jolt from your horny stupor. “Help me get my back?”

…yeah, I’m definitely continuing this. 🥵

(I turned this into a fic- a generous layer)

#chris evans #ozzie responds #asks are always open #dbf!chris

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flordeamatista · 7 months

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THE DEVIL

pairing: dbf!andy barber x reader

concept: The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

word count: 1k

warnings: sex tape + corruption kink + pussy slapping, nicknames: (Angel)

a/n: The devil card depicts intense sexual desire and physical attraction.The Devil is the gateway into the future kinks.

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

Your wings were scattered at your feet as you stood rigidly in his home office.

His radiant blue eyes met yours with a languid gaze, making you feel heat prickling beneath your skin. He swept his eyes up and down your body, and his hands slowly moved over your curves. “I wonder if your parents are looking for you,” lifting you onto his lap with one arm while the other braces against your chest.

A hand slapped your pussy as it dug through your naked form, exploring every inch of it.

"The party gets drunk downstairs, but my touch will make your pussy drunk here." When your head fell back against him, his hot breath heated up in your ear. He grinned into your neck while biting your skin. “So desperate to be touched, aren’t you?”

You closed your eyes and wondered if it was all a dream or if reality had tricked you. The Halloween party had already begun earlier that evening, and you’re almost naked on his lap, wearing only your angelic halo.

Your body vibrates in anticipation as you sit on the devil’s lap, with your once pure angel wings lying on the ground.

An inferno looms to consume you whole when the spark within you ignites.

Your heart surrenders to his touch, allowing yourself to be influenced by the promise of pleasure and the unknown.

There is an electrifying quality of being around him, but it is also terrifying; you know it is dangerous territory, but you can’t help feeling drawn in by his dark charisma. His midnight blue eyes promise a night of sensuality and debauchery beyond your wildest dreams.

You’re helpless as he whispers softly and tastefully, and you’re beckoned into the unknown by his sinful dirge.

A tingling sensation runs down your spine when you catch sight of his gaze.

There is something dangerous about your attraction to him, and what will happen if you comply with him?

While you appear angelic, his aura is testing you into darkness.

A knowing smirk curls his lips as he stares at you as if he knows exactly who you are and what you want.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it until the camera was on.

His right hand was poised over the phone while his left touched your body. He spoke low and velvet-smooth, saying, “I want this recorded proof that even angels can moan for devils.” Taking your lips in a passionate kiss, he traced circles across your skin, generating sweltering heat.

With a smile, he roars like a devouring demon, and his firm contours blend perfectly with my angelic features.

When you both pulled apart, you saw his eyes blazing with desire. With each slap of his palm, a fire ignited within you, threatening to burn out of control.

“Show me how the devil can make pretty angels moan. Aren't you my pretty angel?.”

Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.

“You like that, don’t you?” His warm slaps glide across your clitoris, and he holds the phone close to your pussy.

As he taps your clit each time, pain and pleasure wash over you simultaneously. You need his fingers in your clit for him to release the orgasm and touch, so a slap does not suffice.

It feels like he might slip his fingers inside, but he slaps it away, leaving the breeze to cool the air.

In a warm embrace, his finger traces shapes around your pussy. A gentle tickle alternates with a firm slap that makes your hips jerk. Every time you shudder, you are slapped harder.

You muffle a small moan against your palm as your body burns and your eyes tighten.

His dark and menacing voice whispers in your ear. The phone moves closer to your face. You feel your body quiver as he punctuates the words with more intense pussy slaps. “Such a good angel.”

There were no words between you as you walked forward and kissed the fiery.

Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.

The only force you could understand was a burning desire to be with him, but you could neither understand nor resist it.

There is no escaping the devil when the night is dark and your heart is led by him.

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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years

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Our Last Summer

Pairing: DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: This contains smut, 18+ MDI, inappropriate relationship, age gap (reader is in her 20s / Ari in his 40s but not specified), pet names.

Summary: You get the opportunity of a lifetime and you have to take it, even if it means leaving Ari behind.

A/n: This was so fun, I loved it! This is my entry for @cockslut-padaleckiFeeling Lucky challenge. Congrats lovely, you really deserve all your followers!!

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphicsraphics

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The call came through at 3:35pm on a Thursday. You’d gotten your dream job in Boston and in three weeks you’d kick your small town to the curb and head for the city.

You’d be gone.

Saying goodbye to the town where nothing ever happened would be easy, but saying goodbye to Ari almost made you want to stay.

Your parents told him that night at dinner, he was their friend after all, it wasn’t your news to tell. Truthfully, he already knew he was saying goodbye to you months ago, when you’d first applied for the job.

He had to let you go, to leave him behind to live your life.

He didn’t let the pain of losing you enter his mind or show on his face as the news reached his ears. Instead he offered you a proud grin, raking his fingers through his mousy hair.

The dinner is bittersweet, a million emotions passed between longing eyes as you played footsie. Your parent’s ignorant to the affair happening under their table.

Your dad had too many drinks, overwhelmed by the news that his daughter was leaving the town he’d never managed to escape.

Ari helped him to bed as he sang about how lucky he was to have a clever daughter. You mum followed behind, asking you to see Ari out. You always did.

Ari’s feet were heavy against the staircase as he descended back down to you. You peered up from your phone, smiling gingerly at him.

“Let’s go for a ride.” He uttered, holding his hand out to you and pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, breathing slowly as his fingertips ran down your spine soothingly.

Neither of you spoke as he drove along the open roads, dust kicking up in your wake. His calloused fingertips traced soft shapes into your thigh, toying with the hem of your purple sundress.

He turned off the road onto a familiar path, pulling up to the Sweet Lake fields. You’d spent so much time out here together, talking and laughing as you curled up on a blanket, basking in the moonlight, the post sex glow buzzed between you.

Ari had taken you apart and pieced you back together in these fields countless times. The tall grass whispered his name in the wind, memorised by the sounds that left your lips.

Your lips trembled as you looked out at your favourite spot, silent tears slipped from your eyes.

Ari unclipped your seatbelt, pulling you into his lap. He cradled you in his arms as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck.

He whispered sweet promises in your ear until you stopped crying. “I’m so proud of you, Sugar. You’re about to start your life properly.”

You peered up into his sparkling ocean blue eyes, a proud smile resting on his plump lips. “I’d stay if you asked me to.”

His fingers caressed your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears left on your cheeks. “Not gonna happen, Sugar.”

“Don’t you want me?” Your lips trembled again.

He offered you a lopsided grin, shaking his head at you. “No sweet girl, I want you more than anything.” He pressed his lips to yours, the brandy on his breath was bitterly intoxicating, his beard tickled your cheeks.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead to yours. “I could never ask you to stay, it’s too selfish. You have your whole life starting in three weeks, you need to live your life to the fullest and forget about me.”

“Could never forget you.” You mumbled, toying with the buttons on his blue shirt. You pressed your soft lips to his cheek. You kissed down his bearded jaw and down his neck, teeth nipping at his skin. Slick gathered in your panties when he groaned softly. “You’ve ruined me.”

“Is that so?” A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest, the vibrations transferred to you, sending shockwaves to your core.

You hummed in response, shifting in his lap and straddling his thick thighs. You nimble fingers tugged buttons open, revealing his tanned chest and the coarse curls that covered his pecks.

“What do you think you’re doing, Sugar?” He smiled lazily as you kissed down along his hairy chest.

“Startin’ something.” You whispered, your hips dragged over his lap, brushing against the tent that had formed in his jeans.

His hands steadied your hips, slowing your needy movements, releasing a ragged breath. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweet girl.”

You pouted at him, batting your thick lashes in his direction and slowly circled your hips again. You were melting his heart and turning him wild, he was teetering on the edge, ready to give into you.

You lent into him, lips trailing over his earlobe. “Ari, I need you. Please…” You begged delicately, knowing it would break him. “Please fill me up, need to make sure I never forget you.”

His eyes fluttered shut, breathing harshly as he ran his hands up your body and over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down.

“Take me out, Sugar.” He grunted, desperation evident in his voice. You did as he asked, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. His breathing grew heavier as you hand brushed over his length.

He lifted his hips enough to pull his pants down and take his thick length in your hand. Your thumb ran over his tip, gathering the small beads of precum that had collected over his slit.

You brought your thumb to your lips, swirling your tongue round as you kept your eyes on his. You moaned at the salty taste that spread over your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“Such a dirty little thing.” He hummed, wrapping his fingers around the base of your neck, reconnecting your lips. He ran his tongue along your lips and begged to slip it into your mouth.

His fingers slipped between your body, teasing you all the way down to your panties. His fingers glided through your fold, gathering up your slick and imitating your actions. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. “Tastes like little drops of heaven.” He simpered.

Ari took his length in his hand, jerking his cock before lining himself up with your entrance. “Take a seat, Sugar.”

You both watched as you sank down on his cock, entranced by the sight of you swallowing him whole. You moaned as you took him inside you, inch by inch until you reached his hilt.

You remained still, reeling over how full you were. Ari’s head fell back against the headrest and thrusted his hips upwards, pushing himself up even further into you, until you felt him in your stomach.

“Fuck Ari.” You whimpered.

“I know, Sugar.” He growled, as your walls contracted around him.

You raked your nails down his chest and slowly lifted your hips up, dragging your velvety walls up and down the length of his cock. Your rhythm started slowly, but you needed more and so did he.

Ari’s hands gripped your hips and helped you bounce on his cock at a brutal pace. You were a mess of moans and whines, your walls clenching him each time you slammed back down on him.

He watched the way your breasts bounced as you chased that feeling only he could bring you.

“Atta girl, keep using me to make yourself feel good.” He moaned, his head spun as he struggled not to take over and ruin you. He rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers over the fabric of your dress.

“Ari, ‘m close. Please.” You cried, unsure what you were begging for as you chased your high.

“I got you, Sugar.” He muttered, nearing his own high. He pressed his fingers down on your clit and rubbed your pearl in rough circles. It was the final push, you cried his name as stars erupted behind your closed eyes. Ari followed you over the edge, spurting ropes of his seed deep inside you.

Harsh, wet breaths filled the muggy air in the car as you both came back down. Your eyes fluttered open, smiling at him lazily.

“Think you’ll forget that, Sugar?” He smirked, fingers caressing your cheek.

“Not sure, we might need to do that again, just to be certain.”

“Such a dirty little thing.”

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Animal I’ve become

A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.

Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you whatever you want!

I love y’all so much. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests and askbox are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none. At all.

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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more

W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)

Animal I’ve become

He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.

In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.

It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad. At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.

Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again. He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato. “She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away. “I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.

It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.

When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.

And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.

Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision. She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous. “Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her. He swallowed thickly. “Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip. “Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that. “Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight? “I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all. “Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.

“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer. “Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.” “Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who. “Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her. “Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed. “She’s… She’s young.” “Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?” “Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head. “She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it. “Well, that’s not half bad.” “Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt. “I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass. “Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through. “Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.

“Dude.” Sam whispered. “Sam…” “You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat. “I’m not…” “You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.” “I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.” “Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.” “… If he finds out.” “Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.” “Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.

It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice. “Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile. “What’s up?” “You’re not drunk, are you?” “Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow. “On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice. “Okay, maybe more in your area.” “Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked. “Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date. “So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?” Yes…?” She looked up the stairs. “Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…” “Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.” “Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded. “You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.

“Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing. “Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words. “Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed. Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be. “Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him. “Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him. “Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves. “No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him. “Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.” “Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm. “But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.” “Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door. “Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him. “Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it. “I shouldn’t.” “That’s not an answer.” “Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly. “What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.” “I’m double your age. I…” “If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes. “Cliché or not, it’s the truth.” “Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?” “The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her. “Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Don’t give me that fucking look.” “What look?” She asked, licking her lips. “Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.” “Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder. “Baby, you need to stop right now.” “Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly. “Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.

He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.” “I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon. Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.

His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.

It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust. “What, Steve?” “I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.” “I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.” “Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again. “Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly. “Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded. “I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.” “I can’t.” “Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this. “Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed. “Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off. “Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor. “Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock. “Steve, get over here right now.” “Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. “You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck. “Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted. “Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core. “Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips. “Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this. “Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers. “Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted. “I don’t care, just take me, please!” “Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later. “Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh. “Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth. “Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him. With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely. “You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him. “Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.

It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs. “Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating. “Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin. “Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this. “Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. “Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard. “Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had. He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it. “Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed. “Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly. “Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.” “I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.” “So… What now?” She asked. “Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.” “But…” He shushed her when she began protesting. “Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.” “Oh, am I?” “Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.” “What about my dad?” He sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.” “Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.

When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply. “I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned. “Got it, captain.”

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Look at the Trouble We’re In- Ari Levinson

Kinktober 2022 week 2- Age Gap

Pairing: DBF!Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

Warnings: age gap (Reader is in her early to mid 20’s and Ari is late 30’s early 40’s), Smut ( masturbation(f), fingering, squirting, handjob, oral(m), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it unless that’s your thing then do whatever you want 😂), do not drive and preform sex acts or watch some one preform them drive safe, Dirty talk, nicknames used (sweetheart, pretty girl, baby girl) slight daddy kink (it’s only said a few times).

A/N: sorry this is posted late. Yesterday and this week was super hectic. My newborn is going through a growth spurt

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* Ping *

Your phone goes off. You walk over and pick it up.

ARI: Almost there baby girl you ready?

You: yes sir!

Ari: Alright I'll be out front waiting. Be quiet don't want to get caught.

You set your phone down to finish getting ready. This wasn't the first time you snuck out to meet up

with your dad's best friend Ari and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

One last look in your mirror to check your outfit. Not that it matters it won't be on long if Ari has anything to do with it.Thankfully your room was on the ground floor so going out your window to the side porch wasn't hard. You slip out being careful not to wake your parents. Who’s window was right above yours.

Ari's truck was parked right out front just like he said. He opens up the door for you. Fuck he looks so good

you feel wetness pool between your legs. You scoot in to the seat next to Ari.

" Hello Sweetheart. Don't you look good enough eat. "

He turns to give you a kiss.

" mmm so do you !”

You run your fingers through his hair.

" Off to our spot pretty girl? "

He looks over at you and puts the truck in drive. You nod your head yes. Once he gets going and puts the truck on cruise control his hands slide over to your thigh under your dress.

" You're already soaked pretty girl. Does sneaking out get you we?"

He runs his knuckle up and down your clothed slit.Your wetness making your panties stick.

" Yes Sir "

You moan softly. Your legs. spread apart allowing Ari to have more access.

" So wet for me Sweetheart. Lay down head toward the door and take those panties off.”

He kisses you real quick before you move positions. You lift your hips and pull your panties off. Ari holds out his hand. You place the article of clothing in his hand. Ari brings them to his face and inhales letting out a deep groan his eyes roul back a bit before he places it in the pocket of his flannel. His jeans get tighter. You lift up your dress exposing your lower half to him. Ari looks away from the road out at you.

" My god pretty girl you have the prettiest pussy. Go on and play with it for me till he get there ok.

get you all ready for my cock. "

He rubs himself through his jeans. You slide your fingers up and down your slit spreading your wetness. Soft moans filling up the cabin of the truck. Ari has turned off the music so he can hear your noises.

" Does that feel good babygirl? "

You nod.

" Use your words "

" Yes sir but you would feel better. "

You whine. Ari groans and his eyes darken. He uses his free hand to grab your leg and pull you closer

placing your foot on his shoulder. You let out a little squeal not expecting him to do that.

“ You want daddy to play with your pussy baby girl want the to stretch you out with my fingers to get

you ready for my fat cock.”

He reaches out and rops his thumb in circles around your clit. A moan escapes

you.

" That's right make those pretty sounds for me.”

Ari slowly inserts a finger inside you working it in and out.

“ How are you still so tight after I've fucked you so many times. I have to strech you out of my

fingers every time . "

" Fuck Ari that feels so good "

You're massaging your breast through your dress.

" That right pretty girl tell me how good I make you feel. Can't wait to taste you. "

He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean. A growl escapes his mouth he reaches and pulls down the top of your dress and kneads your breast, pinches your nipples.

" Fuck Ari I'm so close. Don't Stop "

Ari inserts his fingers back inside while his thumb rubs circles over your swollen nub.

“ Please, please, please "

Ari continus his ministrations.

" That's right pretty girl cum for daddy. You make my cock so fucking hard. Can't wait to stuff this tight pussy full of me.”

The knot thats been building in your stomach snaps and your juices

gush all over the seat. Ari pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

" Mmm so fucking sweet, might have to get a taste first. "

Ari growls. You sit back up and fix your dress.You notice how incredibly tight Ari’s jeans are and you reach down and rub his bulge . A low growl escapes Ari.

“Your turn daddy. It's only fair "

" My sweet girl always thinking of me.”

You unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock that's already leaking precum. You swirl your thinh smearing

the pre cum around the tip. Ari let's out a quite moan. You start stroking him up and down,twisting your wrist. Leaning over you let a string of spit drip down his cock using it as lube. He looks so delicous you can’t help but kitten lick the tip. Ari’s legs twitch.

" Damn pretty girl you're gonna cause an accident ... I'd be one hell of a way to die "

You slowly wrap your mouth around him inch by inch. Once you reach as close to the base you can you

hollow out you cheeks and suck swirling and flicking your tongue around.

“Holy shit baby girl you're gonna suck my soul out. I don't want to

cum yet wanna cum inside you pretty girl.”

You moan around Ari’s cock sending shivers up his spine. You pull him out of you mouth slowly with a pop and lick your lips. He pulls into your spot in the abandoned park.

" We're here sweetheart.”

Ari scoots out from behind the wheel next to you. He pulls his jeans down to his ankles.

“ C’mere baby girl sit on my cock. It's so fucking hard for you. "

You climb over and line him up with your entrance after you rub the head of his cock up and down your soaking cunt. Catching the tip on your clit causing you to inhale sharply. You slowly sink down and you both let out moans. Ari grabs on your hips and moves you up and down his cock with the tip kissing your cervix and brushing up against the spongy patch only he can reach. Sound of pleasure from both of you fill the cabin of the truck

" So tight, and warm, you're stuffed full of my baby you feel me in your tummy.”

“Yes daddy so fucking full of you. feel so good inside me. I love your cock daddy "

Ari bounces you faster

" I'm not gonna last long with how you sucked me on the way here baby. I feel you fluttering

around me baby. Don't hold back. "

You reach between you and Ari and rub your throbbing clit. Your peak creeping you faster.

" I'm so close.”

Ari's face is flushed and he starts fucking up into you supporting your ass in this large hands. Ari lets out a loud and deep growl as his thick ropes of cum paint your quivering walls fulling you up as you let out a passionate sob and you cum all over Ari’s cock mixing your juices. You slump againt Ari’s chest and he rubs your back and kisses your head as you both come down from your highs. As you're both sitting there with Ari still inside you. You notice a flashlight outside your window.

" Ari who's that? "

" Not sure."

Ari wipes away the fog that’s built up on the window and you both look out.

" Ari that's my father!”

" On he is gonna be pissed when he knows the parts of you I’ve been kissing.”

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