#lloyd hansen x mafia boss!female!reader
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Business Before Pleasure
Summary: A newcomer wants to meet with you to talk business. Lloyd Hansen is a well known name in the arms and narcotics circles, and he has his sights set on your slice of territory. Lucky for him, you’re a gracious business partner.
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Mafia boss!Female Reader, mentions of Robert Pronge “Mr. Freezy” x Reader
Word count: 985
Warnings: Lloyd Hansen (he is a warning because he’s a dark, mean man [I love him for it]), suggestive themes, implied smut, swearing, misogynistic thoughts, mob related activities, drug mention, this is literally just plot NO porn (yet), my bad writing.
A/N: I literally had the hardest time writing this. I still need to learn the character and get better acquainted with him, his behavior, speech pattern, etc. But! I felt like Lloyd needed a proper introduction to the Murderer Monday rotation. This is in the same AU as Dark!Mafia Boss!Reader x Robert Pronge, so there could be some crossovers coming in the future. Let me know what you think! I dedicate this fic to @sparkledfirecracker. Thank you for your help with this, Lilo💖
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The ticking of the vintage clock on the mantle echoed mockingly, the crackling of the fire added another layer of agitating noise. Lloyd’s grip of the crystal tumbler in his large right palm tightened as he watched the hand of the clock strike 11:45. You were late. If there was anything that Lloyd valued more than money, it was his time; and apparently you thought you could waste it. He’s never met you before, and so far, you weren’t making a good first impression. He hated doing business with women. They were far too emotional, complicated, and whiny for this line of work. But if he wanted to work on your turf, he was going to have to play nice.
To a degree.
Just as he tossed back the rest of the brown liquid in his glass, the wooden doors to your office opened. He didn’t bother turning to look at who was entering the room, thinking it was that butler with the stick up his ass asking if he wanted another scotch. If he was going to be anywhere near cordial, he was going to need another drink.
“Get me another one,” he shook the ice in his empty glass impatiently before setting on the coaster harshly.
“Now, is that anyway to speak to your host?” Your smooth voice cooed behind his leather arm chair. Lloyd’s head snapped around, all words die on his tongue as he drinks you in. The professional yet seductive curve of your work clothes had Lloyd’s belly burning with desire, but he quickly stamps it out. You walked towards your desk, setting your cellphone down before crossing the room. Your pencil skirt was tight around your legs, but you let your hips sway a little more than normal. Making your way towards him, you put a hand up when he begins to rise from his seat. “No, no, allow me.”
The casual dismissal of him has Lloyd’s jaw ticking with annoyance. You take his glass and walk to the bar cart to refresh it, pouring your own glass. If it were humanly possible, you would have a hole in the back of your head from how hard Lloyd was staring at you. Smirking to yourself, you return with his refill and hand it to him, taking the free seat in the arm chair next to his.
“Forgive me for being late, a few loose ends didn’t want to be tied.” Settling in, you sigh and take in the man in front of you. You knew his type: power-hungry, aggressive, ruthless, misogynistic, but very efficient. He reminds you of your little pet, Freezy. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t one of the most handsome men you’ve seen, but business before pleasure.
“So,” you said after a moment, “you must be Lloyd,” you didn’t allow him time to answer as you continue on. “I heard that you wanted to talk about possible business ventures. What did you have in mind?”
“I want to set up a supply line from Miami up into New York and Chicago,” Lloyd states clearly and takes sip of the scotch, “I could have arms distributors in some of your clubs by the end of the week, and dealers by the end of this meeting. I have everything set, just waiting for the go-ahead.” Lloyd straightens out in his chair, adjusting himself into a more nonchalant position. The smirk that you assume was meant to be confident shines in the fire with a smug glint. You could feel the arrogance rolling off of him in waves. “I know you’ve heard of me, and you know what kind of business I run, so I don’t think you’ll have any objections.”
“I don’t,” you agree and sip your own drink, letting him revel in the small victory for a few moments longer. Lloyd grins, relaxing even more now that he has you where he wants you. Women are just so easy.
“Now for the price, I think 20% per club should cover everythi—“
“40.” You interrupt calmly.
“What was that?” His eyebrows lifted high on his forehead, his head tilting to the side to angle his ear towards you.
“It’s 40% per club,” you repeat. You barely fight off a pleased smile when you watch his face contort in a twisted smile. A throaty chuckle forces its way out of him, it’s malicious but amusing nonetheless.
“I’m sorry—40 fucking percent? Are you fucking shitting me?!” He barks with an unamused laugh, his firm grip on the tumbler returning once more. You say nothing, merely watching as he winds himself up and lets himself go. Another dark laugh rumbles in his chest, his clenched fist coming to rest on his chin. “Oh, I should have known you’d be a greedy bitch.”
“Lloyd,” you set your glass down and stand up. Making your way over to his chair, you lean over him slightly, your hands on the arm rests. Lloyd’s scowl deepens and this time you can’t help but smile. He hated that you thought this was amusing, although he loved that he could finally get a good look at you up close.
“I know you’ve heard of me, and you know what kind of business I run. 40% per club is the flat rate for newcomers. Unless…” you trail off. You tilt your head to the side when you catch sight of his pinky ring, “we negotiate other methods of payment.”
Lloyd feels the burn of desire in his belly again, this time he doesn’t bother trying to ignore it. “Oh? Like what, Sunshine?” He purrs as he sits up straighter, leaning into you so your faces were only inches away. You hold his darkened gaze for a moment longer before you both share a sickening grin.
“I’m sure we can think of something.”
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Sweet Thrill
mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader; mob boss Ari Levinson x female reader
summary: Many would consider your job as a dancer at Lloyd Hansen’s exclusive night club to be exciting or scary, but honestly you see it as predictable and stable. It’s mostly a routine. That’s until Ari Levinson enters the club. You draw his attention and he installs himself in your space, bringing fear and thrill along with him.
warnings: mostly consensual, but with a peppering of faint dub-con; soft dark Ari Levinson; possessive behavior; light pet play; fear kink; light Master/pet play; bdsm undertones; power imbalance; fingering; pet names; collaring; very very subtle degradation and humiliation (nothing hardcore)
You were used to the glow of the lightened platforms and curious eyes tracing your body as you wriggled against silk scarves. You entertained patrons of Hansen’s exclusive club three nights a week - a form of aerial dance with heavy drapes of silk, just with less acrobatics.
Lloyd knew his clientele. He knew some of them are bored and looking for typical visual entertainment, with a side of members-only high class to boost their moods. Some of his guests were more sophisticated, had less boring tastes.
Hence Lloyd’s idea to add unique performances to spice up the classic pole dancing routines, like belly dancers, or your sensual play with silk.
Since the performances were only that - a show no touch - you felt quite comfortable and confident. And Lloyd, for all his sociopathic ticks, paid really fucking good money. Enough for you to keep studying for your degree, without having to balance three different jobs.
Out there on the little round stage you focused on your dance and poses, sometimes a repetitive movement, and let your thoughts swim to what you needed to do the next day, or how to crack the problem in your studies; because the club’s patrons were only staring at you and no harm would come your way. No need to be wary.
Especially, since Lloyd made it very clear that his employees weren’t to be disturbed.
If it didn’t come with extra payment, anyway.
Yes, extra payment softened Lloyd’s harsh looks. Made him smirk triumphantly and have a talk with a dancer that caught someone’s attention, convincing her of the benefits.
You never considered such an offer to come your way. Your performance with silk scarves was perhaps an interesting change of pace for some, but never a desirable show they wanted to have right between their spread legs.
That is until Ari Levinson strolled into Lloyd’s club one night.
You weren’t even aware of his presence, your thoughts scrambling and rewriting the thesis you were currently working on in your studies as your body twisted against silk curtains, fabric slithering between your thighs and across your torso.
You had no idea how important, or how powerful that man was. You knew, mostly from gossip and the few observations you did yourself, that Lloyd played bigger games outside of the club. You never thought he dipped as deep to the dark side to have ties to a crime lord of Levinson’s caliber.
As you had no idea that a dark overlord of a whole fucking coast had unique tastes.
It was as you twisted between the silk, fingers clenched on the hanging scarves as you bent back, that your gaze landed on a tall, broad man in a dark suit who stepped so close to your podium.
Most intense blue eyes caught your gaze, making you freeze in your position. It was a look of wonder and pure hunger. A dark glint to it that made your heart race, as if you were a prey that sensed a deadly predator approaching, but it also sent a jolt straight to your core.
Patrons usually watched you with some mild admiration or interest, or disgusting type of lust. This man looked at you with desire for more than just wetting his cock in your cunt. He took in every inch of you, seemed as if he wanted to take all your thoughts as well.
It was more scary than leering glances, or lewd comments you heard on rare occasions.
At the end of the night, just when you were ready to slip away and drive home, Lloyd called you into his office.
For a second you feared he was about to complain about your shows not being interesting anymore, but the grin he flashed when you entered spoke of something entirely different.
“Cupcake!” He greeted you and with a flourish invited you over to a blue, kitsch sofa.
You sat there stunned when he told you that you’ve caught Ari Levinson’s attention - something (judging by Lloyd’s tone) that was very hard to do - and that he demanded you be exclusively booked for him.
Your shock deepened when Lloyd explained that Ari wasn’t asking for an occasional lap dance, but that you be taken off the main stage and perform in a private room. Only for him.
He paid Lloyd in advance, to have one of the rooms adjusted to fit your silk curtains over the little platform in the center of the room. Also offered to pay a triple wage of what a standard private dance cost. An offer Lloyd had no desire to refuse, since you unexpectedly appeared to be a golden goose.
And since Lloyd sweetened the request with a ready annex to your contract, stating that you’d be earning more for this exclusivity, you didn’t hesitate for long.
Perhaps you should have.
Perhaps, if you knew how out of your comfort zone you find yourself in, you’d decline and argue with Lloyd over it (though you had a feeling this one time he wouldn’t be a charming psychopath, but a manipulative and threatening bastard if you affronted his powerful client with your refusal).
That’s how you found yourself out of the familiarity of the main stage and bland stares you would have ignored, and on a round podium in a lush, dark interior of a private VIP room.
With Ari Levinson spread comfortably on the seats, a glass of whisky in his hand, watching you intently.
Your first evening performing only for him went quietly, somehow calming you down. He only watched you, made no comments, nor attempts to grab you. Merely asked you, between your dances, if you wanted something to drink or eat.
On your second evening he asked how you’ve been and nodded, pleased, when you replied with a shy smile. He extended his hand to you to help you climb up onto the platform. Then enjoyed your dancing.
Each time, however, you were unable to simply fall back into the mindless rhythm of your performance. Your thoughts wouldn’t just switch to think of other matters, because they were focused on the predator sitting in front of you.
Every part of you seemed to be acutely aware of his presence and attention.
He seemed fascinated. And hungry for every inch of you, inside and outside.
It terrified you.
How intense his scrutiny was, how dangerous it was to have a man like Ari Levinson interested in you in any matter; and how, when you went home afterwards, you bit onto your pillow to muffle your sounds as you got yourself off.
You read about it - how adrenaline and tension from stress can be lowered with a few orgasms.
You just weren’t quite sure if you only relieved nervousness, or if you were actually turned on.
Considering Levinson’s looks, arousal couldn’t be dismissed.
He was the hottest man you’ve ever seen. Big, easily towering over you. With muscles that strained the fabric of his clothes. His hair looked invitingly soft, his beard neatly trimmed and his lips plush and kissable.
And he kept looking at you - undressing you with his eyes, promising dark sinful things, but also seeing right through you and able to find (and use) your weaknesses.
When you finished your dance that evening, in a pose with the silk scarves wrapped around your arms and pulling them back as you bent forward, head bow low and ass up high, Ari slowly stood up.
He stepped close to the little stage and with the pads of his fingers tilted your chin up so you were looking up at him.
“Almost perfect,” he purred, leaning down a little, “all you need is for your brain to turn off completely.”
He smirked when you blinked confused.
“All these thoughts go through your head, does your brain ever stop? Do you ever go dumb, kitten?” He chuckled as your eyes got bigger. “I noticed you became more present in the scene when you started dancing for me, but there’s still so much overthinking.”
“Come.” He patted your cheek and motioned for you to get off the stage.
After a bit of less graceful struggling with the silk scarves - mostly due to nervousness Mr Levinson suddenly caused - you were ready to get down.
He helped you, his hand waiting for your fingers to slip into his hold. This time, once you found yourself on the floor level, he didn’t let you go. Instead, he sat down on the velvet seat and pulled you onto his lap.
You fell forward with a gasp, which turned into a squeak when he used both hands to grab your hips and make you straddle him.
With club patrons being fully dressed, usually in suits, and you wearing a set of lingerie, you were always exposed. However, now, being seated in Mr Levinson’s lap, you felt even more naked and vulnerable.
“S-sir!” You exclaimed, hands resting on his broad shoulders and trying to push yourself off of him.
“Shh, settle down, kitten.” He cooed. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”
You were about to point out that it already was, since you never had any guest touch you like he did at the moment. Much less have you straddling them.
“We can take things as slow as you need.” He rubbed his thumbs along the band of your white, lacy panties. “I will woo you as romantically, as you wish. But this-” Ari gripped your hips tighter and pulled you even closer, your core rubbing right over his bulge- “Is the endgame, kitten.”
“Mr Levinson.” Your fingers clenched on his shoulders as you tried to keep your breath from hitching at the delicious sensation. “I only dance for you.”
“No, kitten. You dance only for me.” Ari corrected.
“Dance being the key word here.” You frowned, but somehow you didn’t struggle to escape his hold.
Ari Levinson wasn’t a man whom one could escape easily. Over the weeks you learned bits and pieces, through others and your own curious research. It was all shrouded in a veil of mystery and disappearances, but you understood enough to realize he was a mobster with strict rules and lethal means.
Trying to fight him could end badly for you. At least that’s what logic suggested.
There was another part of you, which simply found the whole interaction thrilling.
I’m either really stupid, or I’ve gone mad, you thought to yourself as a shiver of arousal spread through your body at the dark glint in Ari’s eyes.
“Oh, kitten, you’ll be dancing for me in every sense of the word and more.” He tilted his head to the side, his gaze trained on your face then shifting down your body and back up.
“You’re a smart girl. I know you’re going for a degree, you have ambitious plans, extracurricular activities.”
You gulped, realizing Levinson did a background check on you. Maybe even pried into more private and supposedly secure aspects of your life.
“I’m sure you’ve done as much research on me as you could.” Ari continued in a calm tone. “You have a vague idea of who I am, what I deal with. And, like any smart girl, you’re probably scared. Am I right?”
You didn’t possess enough bravado (or stupidity) to deny it, so you nodded wordlessly.
“But it also turns you on, doesn’t it?” a corner of his mouth curled in a smirk.
“No!” You denied hastily, though you felt your face heat up.
Ari shook his head as he tsk-ed in reprimand. He squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, a little forcefully, but not hard enough to cause you pain.
Your nipples hardened instantly.
It felt as if your body was completely beyond your control. It slipped under Ari’s control.
“Don’t lie to me, kitten.” He warned you.
Before you managed to utter another objection, your lips parted on a gasp as you felt Ari’s other hand settle over your mound.
He slipped a thumb beneath the fabric of your panties; glided it over your clit and a smear of wetness that slowly sipped from between your folds.
“Not aroused, huh?” Ari snorted as he brought his hand up and sucked your glistening slick off his finger.
Your pupils dilated as you watched him wrap his pink lips over his thumb, your mind instantly creating an image of those lips sucking on your clit. Or your nipples. Tormenting each peak until it’s swollen and pulsing unbearably and you scream for mercy.
“Told you,” Ari sighed in mock-disappointment, “You’re thinking too much, kitten.”
Holding your chin in his grip, Ari slid his other hand down your body - over one of your breasts, your belly, your hip, and back down between your spread thighs.
“Thinking about what needs to be done. Thinking of what you should or shouldn’t be doing. Thinking how wrong it is to be turned on by being scared of what a dangerous bastard like me might do to a sweet, little kitten like you.”
His whole palm slid under the waistband of your panties; big fingers cupped your mound.
“You know what I’ll do to you?” Ari whispered, leaning close enough his lips nearly brushed yours.
“E v e r y t h i n g.” He chuckled darkly and your whole body shook.
“I’m going to do every filthy thing that gets this pussy wet.” Slowly, he dragged his fingers up and down over your folds. “I’m going to do everything that makes you smile. Everything that makes you happy.”
“Most of all… I’m going to do everything that turns your brain off.”
With those words, Ari slid a single digit into your hot, tingling cunt.
Your mouth opened, a wrecked whimper falling out. Your hands fisted the fabric of Ari’s shirt as his thumb started drawing fast, tight circles over your clit.
It quickly became a torment, having only one finger stretching your walls, but not moving, while your clit was being rubbed mercilessly, pushing you toward a climax with astonishing speed.
You tried to push your hips down, rock yourself on Ari’s finger and tempt him to do more with his hand. He squeezed your chin harder.
“Don’t.” He growled. “Don’t think of what you want, or need. Or what you assume I want. Your job isn’t to think. You just take what I give. I decide about everything.”
Maybe it was the way he tormented your clit, or his words that sank you into dark cushions of mindless pleasure, but you came with a force unknown to you until now.
None of your toys, or previous partners, made your vision go white and your body clench so painfully.
And it was only on one finger and some clit rubbing, for God’ sake!
How braindead he’d turn you, if he fucked you with his cock?!
Your breath was ragged, colors and light slowly registering in your blurry vision as you re-opened your eyes. You were trembling, walls of your cunt fluttering around a single finger still locked inside. Your arms felt heavy and you loosened your grip on Ari’s shirt to lazily drape them around his shoulders.
Ari let go of your chin. His hand slipped into your hair, grabbing a fistful quite gently and holding your head in place as he kissed you.
Softly at first, treating your lips with tenderness matching the afterglow consuming your lax body. Then he amped the urgency, demanding you to give in to whatever he wanted.
As he licked over your bottom lip and slipped his tongue in your mouth, a second finger stretched your still pulsing cunt, making you keen into the kiss.
Ari moved his fingers this time. Increased his pace, despite your futile attempts to slow him down with the motion of your hips.
When his thumb pressed against your over-sensitive, engorged clit, you nearly wailed.
“Can’t-” you panted against Ari’s mouth. “Too much- Too-”
“Shush.” He bit your lower lip and began tracing rapid eights with his thumb. “Don’t. Fucking. Think. Just feel.”
Well, you felt like it hurt, but at the same time wasn’t enough. You felt like screaming, but at the same time breathless. You felt overwhelmed, but at the same time light.
You felt like you had no grip on reality. No coherent thoughts formed in your head, only scraps of your own sounds resonating in your ears. And the sound of Ari’s voice.
“That’s it, kitten.” He praised. “No overthinking, no stress. Just a good pet for her Master to use.”
The hand in your hair eased its grip on your locks and moved down your back. Ari wrapped an arm around you and tightened his hold, trapping you to his body as he pushed a third finger in and curled them in your pussy, scraping them against a sensitive spot inside.
He knew what he was doing, choosing to hold you in place, because the moment your cunt felt the burning stretch and his fingers pounded on that spot, your body tensed like a string.
You screamed this time, burying your face (and your sounds) in the crook of Ari’s neck as a crushing orgasm seemed to break and melt each bone in your body.
You bucked against him, though his hold was so strong you were unable to move much. Wave after wave of bliss rocked your body and Ari’s continuous thrusting seemed to prolong it even more.
Tiny tremors shook your body as you melted into Ari’s huge frame. When you were conscious and facing him, his size intimidated you. Now you found comfort in it.
Your face was still hidden in his shoulder, your head filled with nothing but buzzing and echo of your increased heart rate, as Ari’s quiet voice resounded through the haze in your empty head.
Something about bringing a box in.
He had to be talking to someone, but you didn’t register anyone entering the room. Then you felt his hand resting on your back again, which meant he took it away for a moment, but you were so out of it you didn’t even notice. It meant he probably used his phone.
A few minutes later you heard the polite, but loud knocking on the door. Ari allowed the person to enter and you tensed.
You were straddling his lap, your thighs spread and your body all sorts of wrecked. And Ari’s fingers were still deep in your dripping pussy. Quite possibly visible to whoever entered the room.
“Shh,” Ari murmured and patted the back of your head. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.”
You seriously doubted it, considering what kind of power you basically gave Mr Levinson on a silver plate just a few minutes ago.
But at least, it seemed he wouldn’t stretch it to someone else, or cause you any truly degrading humiliation. Well, not any more than he already has.
Besides, even if you wanted to shoot up in an outburst of outrage, your muscles were turned into jelly and the inner fire too dimmed from an intense orgasm-fest you were just given.
With an embarrassed squeak you buried your face deeper into the crook of Ari’s neck, to hide yourself from the stranger inside the room. Whoever it was didn’t say a word and less than a few heartbeats later you heard the door closing again.
Everything, beside the sensual music still spilling from the speakers, was quiet. Your breath slowly evened out.
Ari caressed your hair and back in lazy strokes, humming in pleasure as if he was petting a real kitty. You were a little offended at this sort of degradation, but it also felt so nice and comforting you didn’t exactly want it to end.
With a squelching sound, which made you shut your eyes in shame, Ari withdrew his fingers from your cunt. He left a wet print on your ass as he palmed it.
“Come on up, kitten.” He nudged you to sit upright.
The angle of your hips repositioning made your pulsing core press against his hardened dick. He managed not to groan, but you saw the spark in his eyes and the twitch in his jaw that spoke of the pleasurable tension he felt.
“Now, tell me-” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and traced the shell of it with his finger- “Did you like it?”
Your gaze shifted from his face, from his incredibly piercing blue eyes. It dropped to his shoulder again, where you wanted to hide your face and pretend your body didn’t dance to the tune he played.
“Eyes on me.” Ari tapped your cheek with his fingers. “Did you like what I did to your sweet, hot pussy? Did you like being scared of what I may do?”
When you huffed and nodded, he tapped your cheek again. A little harder.
“Use your words, kitten. I want to hear it.”
“I liked it.” You gritted through your teeth, annoyed that he made you say it as much as getting hot all over by admitting it.
“Are you going to deny that you want me to do it again?” Ari smirked smugly.
“Are you going to deny that you want to be my good pet and get spoiled and have your brain fucked out?” His dark chuckle tickled your skin as Ari nosed along your jaw and neck.
“Mr Levinson…” Your voice wavered, as you tried to return to a more professional stance.
It was ridiculous, really. Trying to be professional and put some distance between the two of you while dripping all over his pants like a needy slut.
“Ari.” He kissed the corner of your mouth.
“It was hot to hear you call me Mr Levinson in your sweet voice.” He pulled away slightly and smiled. Not exactly a comforting smile, either. Rather one that meant trouble. “But I prefer you call my name. Especially when you scream it.”
“Or Master, since you’re my pretty pet.”
You didn’t think he was joking about the last part.
Ari leaned back in his seat, but kept you sat up straight in his lap, his hands tracing the lines of your body. He wasn’t groping, simply exploring and connecting.
“I’m serious, though.” His tone turned nearly business-like, but was less cold than you expected it to be when Ari laid down his law.
“I consider you mine. In every sense of the word. I knew you were going to be mine the moment I saw you writhe against the silks. So sensual. So unique. So fucking beautiful.”
“And then your eyes.” Ari’s own eyes glinted with awe as he held your gaze. “Unfocused. You were so far away with your thoughts. Not even thinking about a lover as you were dancing, were you? I desired nothing more, but to have your attention on me. I wanted you to focus on me so much that you stop thinking about anything else.”
His words stirred something hot and intriguing in you. A sort of thrill. No one has ever craved your attention. Hell, no one ever paid enough attention to you to notice when you were drifting away with your thoughts.
Then there was the word mine.
So possessive. Scary in itself.
The fact it was a claim of a mafia king should be terrifying. Should make you pack your things and run far, far away. It shouldn’t turn you on.
And you probably shouldn’t be craving more of it.
With men like him, they liked the challenge and the chase. Once that was sated they moved onto the new fascinating thing.
You licked your lips, sliding your hands from Ari’s shoulders and placing them on your own thighs.
“Are you done now?” You asked, tilting your head in a manner mimicking Ari’s. “You got all my focus, turned off my brain. Mission accomplished.”
“If I were done, I wouldn’t be demanding that you admit that you want me.” Now his tone did turn deeper, lower, a hint of a threat if you tried to escape him.
“I’m not done with you.”
You swallowed hard, suddenly fearing what more he could rip from you.
Ari reached his arm to the side, snatching up a box that laid next to him. You forgot about the mystery box completely.
It was rectangular and flat, with a velvet finish. When Ari opened it, your breath hitched in your lungs and a mixture of dread and excitement shot through you.
On a silky lining laid a choker made of a dozen delicate chains of white gold. It had a small, diamond encrusted golden ring in the middle, from which dropped two long, fine chains.
Not a choker. A collar, you realized.
A collar for a pretty pet. Expensive, subtle, easily camouflaged as jewelry - but a collar nonetheless.
“Um, shouldn’t this type of commitment happen much later?” Your heart pounded in your chest, your eyes glued to the shiny fate displayed in a jewelry box. “I never played like that, but don’t, uh, Masters give collars to their slaves- or pets later in the relationship?”
“Why should I wait when I already know that I’m keeping you forever?” Ari lifted the collar from the box and put it around your neck.
Your hand shot up, fingers wrapping around one of his wrists. He paused, but didn’t move away. Didn’t slap your hand away either. But he held your gaze. His blue eyes darkening, determination shining in his eyes unrelenting.
“What if I say no?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
Ari didn’t move an inch. His face remained as stoic as seconds before. Something in his eyes seemed to soften for you. And here you were expecting a flash of anger at meeting any resistance.
“Then you say no.” He replied simply and his mouth quirked into a cheeky half-grin.
“And then I take other ways to convince you to say yes. I can do sweet romance. I can lavish you with surprises and gifts. I can buy out this whole club and have Hansen dance on a pole for you. If that’s what it takes for you to give in.”
“But-” he slowly licked his lips and looked at you from beneath his long eyelashes- “I think you want to say yes, so I can keep you on the edge of that thrill. You like to be scared and used. And that’s why you’re going to let me stake that claim right now.”
Your chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, but after a long moment you dropped your hand in defeat.
It was partially surrender, knowing Ari Levinson could trap you in even without your consent. However, he was mostly right. There was a part of you that was intrigued to follow into that darkness he lured you into; to see and experience the thrilling surprises and wicked pleasures he would design for you.
“Good girl.” Ari hummed in approval.
He locked the collar around your neck and gently ran a finger beneath it. Then he traced his hand down along the two long chains hanging from the diamond circle.
“These-” he took each chain in each of his hands- “can simply be locked around you, serving as a sort of necklace.”
And he showed you, doing exactly that - letting them fall between your breasts and then tying them around your waist, snapping two ends together.
“Or-” Ari’s fingers trailed along your forearms, until he reached your wrists and wrapped a hand around each. “They can be attached to cuffs.”
As hot as the idea was, you didn’t find it practical. The golden chains were so delicate that if you trashed in orgasm, or just generally writhed as Ari tormented you, they’d snap instantly.
Unless they were used only for presentation. As a mark of Ari’s ownership over you.
The idea of walking somewhere public, like just strolling into your classes, or a restaurant, wearing this collar and maybe even the cuffs which would look like bracelets to a clueless eye… it mortified you.
And accelerated your pulse in arousal.
“Wear it next time you dance for me.” Ari ran his fingers along the thin chains of the collar, then along your collarbones until he reached lacy straps of your top.
He pulled one of the straps down your shoulder. Then the other one. Then moved his fingers over the swell of your breasts and upward, along the line of two thin chains leading to a diamond encrusted ring in your collar.
“You’ll wear nothing but this when I split your tight pussy on my cock.” His tone was a molten, dark delight.
His face glowed with triumph when you whimpered at the image of being completely naked sans the ownership jewelry, sweaty and helpless as Ari fucked you into the mattress.
“With time, we’ll get you used to wearing it all the time.”
He clamped his fingers around the front of your neck. He didn’t actually put any pressure. Just the presence of his hand wrapped around your throat the same way a collar did. It made you realize instantly, that’s how it would feel to wear the collar.
It would be a constant reminder that you belonged to Ari.
“For now, just wear it for me when we meet.” You were actually grateful for the small steps, but remembering Ari’s earlier words you knew he’d have it his way in the end - even if he had to take things slowly with you.
“Okay.” You nodded, fidgeting with one of the chains around your waist. You felt hot all over. And kind of suffocated. “I can do that.”
The smile Ari flashed you in return almost made you instantly want to ask how else can you please him. It made all the hardness disappear from his face, crinkles appeared around his eyes and it felt like warmth filled your belly.
“I knew you’d be good for me, kitten.” Ari kissed you softly.
You started to really eagerly lean into the kiss when he broke it. He stood up, easily holding you up as he moved, then eased you down on your feet.
Fuck, but he really towered over you. Like a beast.
“I’ll drive you home.” Ari announced as he led you toward the door, hand on the small of your back. “When you come to the club on Friday, bring a bag with some overnight necessities. I have a meeting here, but then I’m taking you home for the weekend.”
“A whole weekend?” You nearly froze on the spot.
For some reason, a silly thought really, you imagined your interactions to be limited to your performances in the club only. Sure, you’d maybe wear his collar outside sometime, as a reminder to yourself that three nights a week you were bending to Ari Levinson’s whims.
He really scrambled some of your brain cells since you didn’t consider he was putting himself in your life fully. And pulling you into his life. Possibly, into a very intense life…
“Wha-” You cleared your throat, trying to sound less shaken. “Whatever for?”
“Hmm.” Ari leaned down, his hot breath fanning your ear as he purred: “To do scary things to you, the thought of which will keep you tense and wet for me.”
#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x female reader#mafia!ari levinson#mob boss Ari levinson#Ari levinson x you#Ari levinson smut#chris evans smut#ari levinson fic#ari levinson imagine#my writing#sweet thrill
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*marks a series of multi part fic
Lloyd Hansen ✨
69'ing and pussy slapping by @ozarkthedog
Lloyd Hansen x reader
Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog
Lloyd Hansen x reader
Bucky Barnes ✨
Stay by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
ex-fiance bucky barnes x fem!reader
Dancing with the devil by @bonky-n-steeb
dark! mafia! bucky barnes x undercover! reader
Everything by @jadedvibes
Bucky x reader
*CEO/DBF Bucky by @bucky-barnes-diaries
CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Bad date by @firefly-in-darkness
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Bite your tongue by @musingsinmoonlight
Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x female reader
The boy is mine by @jobean12-blog
Bucky x reader
*A hundred years from today by @jettia
Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Cosmic love by @barnesafterglow
noble!bucky x princess!reader
Got your chemicals all in my veins by @bonky-n-steeb
husband! bucky barnes x wife! reader
*Sweetest nectar by @navybrat817
Florist!Bucky Barnes x female reader
*This must be my dream by @lunarbuck
bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race)
Twisty by @musingsinmoonlight
Bucky Barnes x female reader
*Pretty little thing, pretty little peach by @angrythingstarlight
Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader
The perfect place to sit by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy!Trainer Bucky x Plus size reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Knead to relax by @mjolnir-steve
Ari Levinson x fem!reader
Firefighter!Ari by @angrythingstarlight
Firefighter!Ari x Reader
It's about time by @xxindiglow
Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Afternoon delight by @sagechanoafterdark
Ari Levinson x Reader
Under the blue by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Steven Grant ✨
To the rescue by @ofstarsandvibranium
Steven Grant x F!Reader
What you've been waiting for by @full-time-make-believer
Steven Grant x female reader
Nick Fowler ✨
Falling apart for you by @navybrat817
Nick Fowler x female reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Liar liar by @geminixevans-stan
Mafia!Steve x Black Reader
Wife worship by @labella420
mob!steve rogers x fem!reader
*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18
Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
*Herbal illusion by @sweetflowerdreams
King!Alpha! Steve Rogers x Servant!Omega! Reader (Female!Reader)
Andy Barber ✨
A butterfly will fly by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader
Ari Levinson x Steve Rogers ✨
I'll be seeing you by @navybrat817
Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, hint of dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Lee Bodecker x Steve Rogers ✨
Tempting fate by @dreamlessinparis
Semi!Dark!Mob!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader, Mob!Steve x F!Reader
Sam Wilson ✨
Only an echo by @the-witty-pen-name
Rockstar!Sam Wilson x f!reader
Andy Barber & Mike Weiss ✨
*Barber & Weiss by @jtargaryen18
Dark Andy Barber x Dark Mike Weiss x Reader
Steve Harrington ✨
Next time by @pillow-titties
Steve Harrington x Reader
#fic rec#august fic recs#lloyd hansen#bucky barnes#ari levinson#steven grant#nick fowler#steve rogers#andy barber#lee bodecker#sam wilson#mike weiss#steve harrington
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Sweet Thrill Masterlist
mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader; mob boss Ari Levinson x female reader
summary: Many would consider your job as a dancer at Lloyd Hansen’s exclusive night club to be exciting or scary, but honestly you see it as predictable and stable. It’s mostly a routine. That’s until Ari Levinson enters the club. You draw his attention and he installs himself in your space, bringing fear and thrill along with him.
warnings: mostly consensual, but with a peppering of faint dub-con; soft dark Ari Levinson; possessive behavior; light pet play; fear kink; light Master/pet play; bdsm undertones; power imbalance; fingering; pet names; collaring; very very subtle degradation and humiliation (nothing hardcore)
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
mafia!Ari’s preferences
his fave position
OVA
#sweet thrill masterlist#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x female reader#mafia!ari levinson#mob boss!ari levinson#mafia!ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x you#ari levinson imagine#sweet thrill
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Ari Levinson Masterlist
Cry To Me
dancer!Ari Levinson x Reader
loosely inspired by a scene from Dirty Dancing and the song from the soundtrack - Cry To Me by Solomon Burke
Summary: You’re not much of a clubber. Mostly because you’re not a fan of stuffy air, pricey bad drinks and sleazy men trying to hit on you. Then your friend takes you to a place where you witness sensuality come to life in the form of Ari Levinson. Not much of a dancer yourself, you watch him from a distance, envious of what he does to his dancing partner’s body. That is until he notices you staring…
Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning. Ari Levinson grinding to sensual music is an extra warning. Smut; oral (m receiving); unprotected sex. Less dirty and more sensual.
Additional drabble
Room with a view
Ari Levinson x female reader; dark!Ari Levinson x female reader
Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are also present in this fic…
summary: Being Ari’s personal assistant was supposed to come with perks, but there are challenges too. Especially when he decided to cross the boundaries and make a very personal use of you.
warnings: dub-con (extremely dub-con); voyeurism; public humiliation; public sex; bondage; use of duct tape; unprotected sex; forced orgasm; dark!Ari Levinson; mafia!Ari Levinson;
Bad Moon Rising Masterlist
alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader
summary: When the alpha of your pack is defeated in a challenge, you know it’s time to run as far and as fast as you can before your new alpha catches you and makes you his (just like he’s always wanted).
warnings: primal kink; chase kink; cum marking; masturbation; a/b/o dynamics; forced relationship; wolf!Ari; alpha!Ari; shifter!Ari; mentions of mating; no bestiality; hint of breeding kink (if you squint)
Heart of Ruby Masterlist
part of Ruby Garden series
Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive reader
summary: You wouldn't say you have a crush on Master Ari, owner of the Ruby Garden club. You just simply long for him and crave him with every inch of your being, since he did a scene with you months ago. But Ari never plays more than twice with the same submissive, never claims one as his. So you put on a brave face, smile and go about your cheeky ways with other Doms, even if they don't exactly rock your world. However, when your brattiness draws Ari's attention you worry you may have bitten more than you can chew...
warnings: D/s dynamic; Dom Ari Levinson; brat Reader; power imbalance; brat tamer Ari; discipline; punishment and funishment;
Sweet thrill Masterlist
mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader; mob boss Ari Levinson x female reader
summary: Many would consider your job as a dancer at Lloyd Hansen’s exclusive night club to be exciting or scary, but honestly you see it as predictable and stable. It’s mostly a routine. That’s until Ari Levinson enters the club. You draw his attention and he installs himself in your space, bringing fear and thrill along with him.
warnings: mostly consensual, but with a peppering of faint dub-con; soft dark Ari Levinson; possessive behavior; light pet play; fear kink; light Master/pet play; bdsm undertones; power imbalance; fingering; pet names; collaring; very very subtle degradation and humiliation (nothing hardcore)
Wild bloom
warlord!Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: The lands are shaken with the ongoing war between the knights loyal to your weakened king and the hordes following a warlord honed in blood - Ari, son of Levi. When the army goes through the lands near your village, you help the way you know best - by healing the wounded. Unfortunately, your actions draw the attention of Ari himself. When the leader of opposing army enters your house, it’s only to kill or take spoils of war.
Warnings: Dub-con/non-con; spoils of war; forced relationship; kidnapping; breeding kink;
Wild bloom - sneak peek
Summer Entrees Masterlist
summary: A triptych of three summer drabbles focusing on heat-induced, pool fun. Each drabble is with a different character.
Demolition Duo Masterlist
Ari Levinson x reader x Bucky Barnes
summary: Ari and Bucky are your friends, but this summer they push your friendship a little further. You feel helpless against them, but do you even really want to fight them?
warnings: power imbalance; dominant Ari Levinson; dominant Bucky Barnes; slight degradation; consensual (sliiightly edging on dub-con)
being sandwiched between Ari and Bucky
beard burn with Ari and Bucky
Goldi locked
Ari Levinson x Curtis Everett x female reader x Steve Rogers
summary: You wanted a big change to happen in your life, but not exactly in the way stumbling upon that cabin in the woods has made it. The three lumberjacks living there were very helpful and kind. But they didn’t let you go your own way after saving you. Now you were theirs.
warnings: this is pure filth; one of the filthiest kind; dub-con; soft!dark Ari; soft!dark Curtis; soft!dark Steve; smut; a/b/o; breeding; knotting; spitroasting; anal play; dirty talk; praise and a bit of degradation;
Pound for pound
Ari Levinson x reader
summary: Short ficlet inspired by a prompt from Navy. You make a stupid mistake when drunk and now have to pay it off.
warnings: soft dark!Ari Levinson; dub-con of sorts; paying off debt with sex
Ari + basement wife drabble
Pouty Ari drabble
Ari + bondage (lazy Sinday drabble)
Ari + breath play (lazy Sinday drabble)
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Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington ✨
A good hair deal by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington
Thor ✨
Libertad by @syntheticavenger
Dark! Biker Thor x Female Reader
Jake Jensen ✨
Kinktober day 1 by @bonkywobble
Jake Jensen x fem!reader
Bucky Barnes ✨
Don't fear the reaper by @dreamlessinparis
Soft!Dark!Death!Bucky x F!Reader
Pink dresses & picnic blankets by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Bucky Barnes x Reader 'Sugar'
Choke by @buckycuddlebuddy
professor!bucky barnes x student!reader
Peace of mind by @firefly-in-darkness
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Bound by the night by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)
Like real people do by @navybrat817
Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Unattainable by @heavysoldat
dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader
Owned by @jobean12-blog
Mob!Bucky x reader
Andy barber ✨
Curtsy by @luxeavenger
dbf!Andy Barber x reader
Discipline me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
soft dark!professor andy barber x reader
Tacit by @wayward-blonde
Andy Barber x Reader
Frank Adler ✨
Tied to you by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Frank Adler x Reader
Steve Rogers ✨
His inheritance by @jtargaryen18
Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Angry sex by @howdoyousleep3
Mafia boss Steve Rogers x female reader
The things you do by @traitorjoelite
fwb!steve rogers x fem!reader
Merciless by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Medieval Steve x reader
Knowledge man by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
librarian!steve rogers x fem!reader
(She moves with) shameless wonder by @ussgallifrey
Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Steve Harrington ✨
Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog
Steve Harrington x reader
Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨
Civil war - Brooklyn by @saiyanprincessswanie
Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Lloyd Hansen ✨
Tell me I'm yours by @luxeavenger
Lloyd Hansen x reader
Nick Fowler ✨
Anew by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Nick Fowler x Reader
Soldier Boy & Steve Rogers ✨
American beauty/American psycho by @cockslutpadalecki
Soldier Boy x Reader x Nomad!Steve.
Steve Kemp & Ransom Drysdale ✨
Let's play a game by @dreamlessinparis
Steve Kemp x F!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader
Sam Wilson ✨
Good morning by @fluffyprettykitty
Sam Wilson x reader (no other specifications or gender)
What happens in Vegas by @firefly-in-darkness
Sam Wilson x Reader
Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen ✨
Crybaby by @onsunnyside
Curtis Everett x virgin!reader x Jake Jensen [College AU]
Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler ✨
All the time by @geminixevans-stan
Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler
Eddie Munson ✨
In the name of love by @thornsnvultures
Eddie Munson x plus size!fem!Reader
Like the dirty girl you are by @magnoliabutters
eddie munson x reader (female 18+)
Lee Bodecker ✨
Bless me if I'm being too forward by @avintagekiss24
dark!modern!lee bodecker x black!reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Mafia!Ari by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia!Ari x Reader
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