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onsunnyside · 2 years

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OMFG SONNY OKAY SO stepdad!ari x naive!inexperienced!stepdaughter and bicep choking😩maybe you’re sat on the couch watching a film and he just comes up behind you putting that arm round your throat while whispering dirty things in your ear🥵🥵

“i see the way you look at me honey, i can smell how wet you are. you gunna let daddy fuck you huh? you want him to play with your little pussy?” fuuUUUUUUUUUCK

it’s summer but for the sake of filth, what does stepdad!ari want for Christmas? 🫠 the answer is you

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | stepdad!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, stepcest, stepdad!ari (he’s a warning), dilf!ari, inexperienced!reader, size difference, smut - minors dni, daddy kink, unprotected sex (p in v), choking (bicep choking), spitting, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, a pinch of dacryphilia, ruined kink, size kink, overstimulation, mhm balls. implied: pussy spanking, panty stealing.

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P.S.: at the time of writing this, I was only thinking of the image of Ari and combined the prompt with Christmas on the whim, completely randomly. Yes, I know his character is Jewish, and I’m sorry if I offended anyone, it was not my intention. This was just for a fun little party and I wasn’t thinking, please don’t read this if it offends you.

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The red and green lights are a blur, and the forgotten Christmas movie is still playing on the television, the jolly soundtrack a disgusting contrast to your current sin.

You wetly gasp his name and your nails dig into his skin, but he’s unrelentless. He’s so much bigger than you in both height and mass, a threatening force railing into your body like a hungry beast. Your hand slides between the two of you, pushing him back.

Ari freezes, heavily breathing against your neck. “If you don’t move your hand, I’m gonna pull out and leave you here.”

Whining, you grasp onto his forearm with both hands. The rocking picks up again, your hips digging into the cushions as pathetic choked whimpers escape your tight throat. Your stepfather flexes, his bicep constricting your airflow and fueling the fire in your tummy. You moan loudly, desperately trying to meet his thrusts, but he’s too much and you’re too fucked out.

“Poor baby, can't even think, huh?” He chuckles lowly, “fuck, can feel you dripping down my balls. Such a filthy whore—letting your stepdad fuck you, soaking my cock like it’s your fuckin job. Who knew you were such a perv?”

If you could, you’d scoff at the irony of it. After all, he was the one who commented on your dress and sat at the end of the couch in perfect view of your panty-less core. If he sat anywhere else in the living room, he wouldn’t see your bare folds, already wet because he just looked so good in his striped button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Knowing Ari, he’d say something like “would you rather not have me compliment you?”

Perhaps any other person, but with Ari, you wanted him and all the attention he could offer. Which right now was inappropriate knowing your relationship and his marriage to your mother.

You know you should feel ashamed, but there isn’t any room for anything other than hot pleasure with Ari’s thick length splitting you open.

He’s straddling your ass, his pelvis slapping against your flesh with every thrust, sending your juices down your slit onto the couch and his heavy balls.

“Bad girl, you like being choked? Like how much bigger I am than you, how I can just throw you around wherever I want?” He leans down, gripping the arm of the couch inches from your flushed face. His beard scratches your jaw as he noses your cheek, “like a dumb little doll.” He grunts when you clench around him, sucking his thick cock deeper.

“That’s it, make a filthy mess for daddy. You’re gonna clean it up later. Suck my cock, clean your stupid mess—”

“Never done that, uh! Had someone—in my mouth.”

If possible, Ari gets harder at that, “Daddy’s gonna teach you, don’t worry.” His big hand lands several spanks on your ass, “look at you, ruining your mother’s couch, imagine how disappointed she’ll be.”

You try to escape his punishment, but he yanks you back onto his cock by your hips, pinning you down with your arms behind your back as you weep into the cushion.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess? Daddy isn’t done using this cunt.”

Tears stream down your face, “Y-You’re too deep—ah!” You squeal when he falls over you,

His face is in the crook of your neck, filthy words jumbling in your foggy mind.

You’re trapped under him, his weight pinning you down, pressing you into the soft cushions. “That’s it, take daddy’s cock. Dumb little baby, you can handle it, can’t you?” He rasps over the lewd wet squelching of your bodies, “you can. Or else you would’ve worn panties.”

“Didn’t have—any clean ones.” You shudder.

“Why? Are you giving them away to boys?”

“N-No!”

Ari hums, “Don’t know if I believe you, sweetheart.” He sits back up and works into you, pounding into your tight cunt, making you slide up the couch until you brace yourself on the arm.

He spits down, his salvia lands on your puckered hole and trails down to your stretched pussy, joining the cream coating his length. His rough fingers collect your slick, and you jump at the extra sensation, pulsating around his girth.

He groans gutturally around his digits—and his collection of your dirty panties is forgotten, now that he’s had the real thing, nothing will give the same sick satisfaction. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?”

You shake your head, or try to at least. Suddenly wet fingers slide deep into your mouth, touching the back of your throat as you gag.

“God, I love that noise. You’re gonna choke on my cock too.” Ari’s balls slam into your swollen clit, still sore from his ‘experimental slaps’ as he called them. You can’t decide if you want him to spank your button again, or keep fucking your guts.

“I can only imagine how you’ll fit my balls in your mouth, you gonna gag on them too? Get me even more filthy because you’re so fucking small?”

His hips stutter when you tighten, “you like that? Like when I talk about how tiny you are compared to me?” His assumptions are confirmed when you subtly move against him, hiccuping his name. “Your little cunt can barely take me, you know that? Daddy’s tearing you open, just because you’re a fucking whore desperate for cock. Never been fucked like this, huh?”

His bulbous tip slams into your spot, forcing your juices out with every ruthless thrust. He takes great pride in your convulses, and the way your fingers pierce the cushion. “Know you haven’t, haven’t been fucked much at all, poor girl. Don’t worry, we’re gonna make up for it.”

Your toes curl in pleasure, thighs trembling under him. You cry out a mantra of daddy, your unexpected high is too powerful and it yanks away your breath. Ari pulls you by the back of your head, extending your neck as you gasp for air. You feel a rush of wetness and almost scream as he drags out your orgasm, it’s so intense it almost hurts—but you love it.

“That’s my good girl. Daddy loves when you make a mess, means I’m doing something right.” Ari’s hips pick up the pace again, starting with thorough grinds that bleed into hard pumps. The cushion is soaked and your wetness clings to his skin, forming a white ring at the base of his cock, smearing down to his heavy sack.

Ari stares down where you meet, your puffy folds struggling to take him. “Poor baby, little cunt is quivering.” He tuts, “c’mon, I know you can give me another.”

Your garbled reply is far too cute for your act of betrayal.

He catches sight of the twinkling lights, the decorated Christmas tree with the Angel on top, staring down at you. The foul satire makes him even more greedy to tear you apart. “You know what I want for Christmas, baby?”

You can’t even manage any words as he fucks you brainless. All your fantasies were crumbs compared to this, the times you’ve woken up wet and bothered over a dirty dream about your stepfather—you thought those fictitious scenarios were obscene. But, reality has proven you terribly wrong.

You’ve never been happier to be wrong.

“Want you to be my little fuck doll, daddy’s cock drunk slut. I’m gonna teach you, train you and your little holes so I could use you whenever I want.” He groans, spreading your cheeks to watch his fat length spear you open. Bare, raw, it takes every ounce of control to not fill you up because there is still a Christmas party in fifteen minutes.

“And, if you’re on the nice list, I’ll give you my cum. Don’t you want daddy’s seed in your pretty cunt, wanna be pumped full until you can’t take anymore?”

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goldensunflowe-r · 1 year

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Dark Ari Levinson / Ari Levinson Smut. Part 3

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runa-falls · 2 years

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Sharing is Caring

Summary: Ari is going to teach you how to share

Pairing: Cruel Stepdad!ari x reader

Rating: Explicit 18+ (DNI if you’re under 18 -.-)

Warnings: SMUT, angst, oral f!receiving, spanking, infidelity, mean!ari, daddy kink, whore!ari, cuckholding/voyeurism, facial, dacryphilia, choking, threesome (kinda), no aftercare ._.

WC: ~4.3k

A/N: Look, this shit is kinda fucked up ngl, so I’m sorry for this ;-; I just have to write hurtful things???

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You can feel his body heat glide behind your bent body as you work on pulling a clean fitted sheet over your mattress, the hardest part of making your bed. You feel large hands grip your waist before you’re pulled back against him.

A breathy whine spills from your lips as he tries to distract you from your task.

“Daddy, stop! I have to get everything ready before she arrives!” Ari tsks and pushes you onto the bed, face first.

“How long ‘til you learn you can’t tell me what to do, huh, sweetheart? Mom’s out, and I’m hungry.”

“W-wait-” Your protests are futile as he shoves your skirt up your hips, sharply pulling at your silky panties. The fabric is stretched and yanked until it gives in and rips in two. “Hey! Those were a really nice pair!” Your complaints muffle against the mattress as he pushes you down.

“You have plenty of panties, honey. I bought you a whole wardrobe.”

“But those are all lacy and scratchy! I don’t like-” An unexpected quick spank snaps onto your soft skin. You yelp and attempt to squirm away from him, but his hold on you is too tight.

His gruff voice seethes through clenched teeth, “Stop being a whiny baby.” Another hit pricks your other cheek, spreading warmth up your body. “Be grateful you have such a generous daddy that lets you wear panties in the first place…You’re lucky I’ve been craving you all day.”

He doesn’t warn you when he dips down to lick a broad stripe against your leaking cunt, flicking softly against your clit. You cry into the half-made bed, arching your back to push yourself against his mouth. His groan echos throughout your bedroom, warm breath hitting your most sensitive area. “Always so sweet for me, baby.”

Your thighs attempt to tense together from his words, but they’re stopped by his large hands gripping to keep you spread out. You’re already worked up into a frenzy. He parts your lips with his thumb, getting a good look at the glistening slick that coats your tight cunt.

You feel his beard trail against the back of your upper thigh, brushing and teasing at your skin. You mentally prepare yourself for his favorite pass time: edging.

These escapades have always been a game for him. Whenever your mom leaves the house, he pushes your body to the limit, taking advantage of your time alone. He needs to watch you fall apart for him. Craves to stretch out every moment and watch your body tremble for him as he teases you to tears.

And you crave it too. You love the constant attention and gifts Ari showers you with, but sometimes it’s too much. Sometimes, he wants more than you can give. And he’ll take and take until there’s nothing left.

Since you met him, you’ve known Ari held a darker side. From the way he makes sure to glance at you when he kisses your mother, to the times he shamelessly cums to the sounds of your sobs as hot tears stream down your face. He needs control over you. And he’s not afraid to show it.

Your foggy thoughts are interrupted by a familiar ringtone blaring from your bedside table. You instantly struggle to push against Ari’s body, urgently trying to get to your phone. After some resistance, he surprisingly lets you go, silently watching as you crawl away from him.

You speedily reach out your hand to grab onto the vibrating device, sitting yourself up while trying to ignore the tingling that remains from Ari’s indulgence. You quickly answer the phone, sheepishly taking a peek at Ari’s face. His expression is one of glowering frustration. You’ll probably have to make it up to him later.

“Hello?”

“Hi! I just picked up my bag from baggage claim, so I’ll be there in, like, 45?” You squeal into the phone with excitement, completely unaware of the way Ari’s adjusting himself through his sweats.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t wait! I’m getting stuff ready as we speak!” Your childhood best friend, Lila, is finally visiting from your hometown. You moved away halfway through high school for your mom’s job, and much to your disappointment, you’ve only been able to see her during school breaks. This is the first time she’s coming to visit you.

“Aw, you don’t have to do anything crazy, it’s just me.”

“It’ll be your first impression of our new place! We’ve gotta make it count!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you soon babes.”

“Ok, bye, love you!”

You feel your hair brush against the length of your neck as it’s pushed over your shoulder. The bed dips closer to you as plush lips are pressed against the edge of your jaw, followed by small ticklish nips. You let out a faint sigh, unconsciously tipping your head to the side to give him more access.

A warm hand drifts up your waist and down your arm, snatching the phone out of your hand before you can end the call. Ari blindly turns it off and pushes his body against yours. Your eyes flutter when you feel his palm rub against your thighs, pushing up and under your skirt, but before he could get too far, you gently push him away, nudging his hands off you.

“Ok, Ari, stop. I really gotta finish what I started!” He pulls at your wrist, and tugs you closer, guiding your hand to press against his hard cock.

“Why don’t you finish this first?” His low, dreamy voice is really tempting, but you draw back, shaking your head. You feel very responsible, resisting him to finish cleaning up.

“Lila will be here in less than an hour. I really can’t right now.” Clean pillows, sheets, and blankets are scattered on the floor, waiting for you to fix them on your bed. You stand up, diligently fluffing a large pillow before placing it neatly against your headboard.

“And what am I supposed to do about this, huh?” He’s shamelessly gripping himself over his clothes, eyes half-lidded as he watches you bend over to organize your bedspread. You’re still bare under your skirt.

“Take a cold shower? I don’t know.” You attempt to send him an apologetic smile, but he’s out your door without another word, letting out an audible frustrated sigh. You roll your eyes at his childish tantrum and return to the task at hand, finally able to work for 5 minutes without a large man trying to feel you up.

You didn’t anticipate that cleaning would take this long. By the time Lila arrives, the doorbell is muffled by the sound of your vacuuming, making Ari greet the guest in your place.

It’s only when he calls from downstairs that you realize she’d arrived. You’re practically buzzing as you promptly put away your cleaning supplies and speedwalk to the stairs.

You’re nearly down the creaky wood steps when you see her at the door, accompanied by Ari. He decided to change into a tight white tee and fitted jeans, showing off his broad shoulders and thick biceps. He must’ve listened to your shower suggestion because his hair is still a little damp at his shoulders.

You try to keep your eyes off him, not wanting to raise any suspicion from the girl who knows you like the back of her hand.

Ari is leaning against the door frame, casually conversing with Lila, showing off one of his signature charming smiles. She speaks quietly only responding to him with short phrases.

Your arrival is announced by the noisy stairs pulling them from their conversation. Ari runs his fingers through his hair as he innocently smiles at you. “Finally, she’s been waiting here for a while.”

“Oh, sorry! I was just vacuuming up there.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiles before opening her arms wide, seeking a big hug from you. You don’t hesitate to jump into her arms, squeezing her until she dramatically acts like she can’t breathe. “Sometimes I forget how intense your hugs are.” She chuckles, pulling you in for one more squeeze.

“Please, come in!” You pull at her wrist, leading her through the entranceway. “I’ll give you a tour of the place before dinner”

Ari steps in behind you and shuts the door. “Here, let me take that up for you.” He lightly takes a hold of Lila’s suitcase, accidentally brushing against the top of her hand in the process.

“Um, okay, thank you.” Lila pulls her hand back in surprise, a blush pricking the tops of her cheeks. Ari winks at you as he walks to the stairs, leaving the two of you alone. The steps of the staircase groan as Ari makes his way upstairs, effortlessly carrying the suitcase in one hand.

Lila turns back to you, widening her eyes while discreetly motioning towards him. You almost laugh at the exasperated look on her face. You pretend to be confused at her insinuating look.

“So that’s Ari?” She whispers as soon as he’s out of sight, sending you a suggestive smile. You told her about your new stepdad, but she’s never met him until today. You nod, trying to keep any strong expression off your face. “Dude, why didn’t you tell me how hot he is?”

“Cuz he’s my stepdad?!”

“Have you ever tried to make any moves? I mean… If I were you I know I would.” Her eyebrows wiggle teasingly.

You scoff out like it’s the most outrageous idea you’ve ever heard. “Ugh, really?” You scrunch your face in disgust, “He’s, like, super old.”

She shrugs with a smile, clearly unbothered by the age difference. “Well, are you looking for a step-step-mom?” Your face drops into a deep frown, your stomach tightening at the thought of Ari with another girl. “Aw, m’just teasing…Or am I?” You roll your eyes, but a small smile still manages to perk up against your lips.

“Ok, ok, enough about Ari, let me show you around.”

You energetically drag her around the house, showing her the upgraded appliances and overpriced furniture that Ari insists on having because, apparently, he has a bottomless bank account. “Damn, a curved tv? What the hell does he do for a living?”

“Uh…” You never actually figured that out. You’ve asked, but somehow the subject always changes before you can get a straight answer out of him. “...Business things, I think? I’m actually not too sure.” She nods slowly.

“Ok…sure, that’s normal. I mean, it doesn’t really matter when he’s hot and rich-”

“-and old.” You add.

She shrugs, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the pool in the backyard. “He could be in the mafia and I’d still be on my knees.” Before you could respond to her, Ari calls you two for dinner from the kitchen. “And he cooks too? You lucky lady!”

“Ok, lovebird, let’s just eat.” You chuckle, pulling her towards the dining room.

The table is neatly set with salad, steaming roasted vegetables, and grilled chicken. Ari’s always one to impress. Three grey placemats lay at the end of the table, one sitting on either side of Ari’s usual spot. He walks in from the kitchen, placing a bowl of rice in the middle of the table.

“This looks great, Mr. Levinson!”

He sends her a bashful smile, “Please, this is nothing, just a simple meal. And feel free to call me Ari, honey.” He winks before heading back to the kitchen to bring plates and cutlery.

“Ok…Ari.” He’s already out of the room as she quietly says it, giddy at his attention. You shake your head, amused at the way she melts for him. Ari is such a tease, always ready to butter up anyone around, loving the attention and admiration he can garner from others. Obviously, it’s working wonders on your best friend.

“Don’t get your hopes up. He’s like this to everyone.”

“Mhm, sure...”

You take a seat to the right of his, where you usually sit, taking in the wonderful smell of the food. You’ll never get over the delicious homemade meals he cooks up. Lila sits across from you, attentively waiting as he brings in the porcelain dishes.

You can barely eat with all the stories you’ve been saving up to tell her, blabbing about your new school, the neighborhood drama, and the nearby interactive art museum that you need to visit while she’s here.

Lila is glaringly distracted as you’re telling her about a scandal at school between a senior and a teacher. Ari acts like he’s politely listening, but you can tell he’s distracted too. She is stealing shy glances at him every so often, clearly not taking in a single thing you’re saying. Annoyingly, Ari encourages her behavior by sending looks right back, cockily accepting her longing gaze.

A pout rises to your lips, suddenly less excited about what you were talking about. They finished their food while you were having your one-sided conversation, leaving you to pick around at your plate alone. You let Ari take over the discussions as you take small bites of food.

“So how’s school?”

“Really good. I’m actually acing every class, so all I need to worry about is the SATs now!” Lila shyly grins up at him, an expectant look on her face like she’s waiting for an ounce of his praise. Of course, Ari is not one to disappoint.

“Ah, that’s a good girl.” Pink blooms up her neck at the nickname as she flutters her lashes. “This one,” He nods over to you. “Needs to focus more on her studies.” He takes a sip of red wine, taking in your scrunched-up face.

Lila nods, giggling along, “Been that way since we met in middle school.” You let out a disapproving hum at their criticisms.

“But I’m doing pretty good this year!”

“Yes, pretty good, but you could always do better, sweetheart.”

“Whatever…” You cross your arms against yourself, not used to this side of Ari. You can’t take the weird tension in the air as you look between them, you’re starting to feel like you’re third wheeling. Your half-full plate stares up at you, but you’ve lost your appetite.

You abruptly push your chair away from the table and stand up. “I’m done, let’s go upstairs.”

“Oh, ok. Uh, Thank you for dinner, A-Ari.”

“S’my pleasure, honey.” He rises to take care of the plates as the two of you make your way to the room you’ll be sharing.

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The sheets pull and bunch next to you as Lila restlessly tries to find a comfortable position. You’ve been in and out of sleep, but she’s been rolling around for, what feels like an hour.

She huffs out a breath before finally deciding to sit up. She pushes the covers off of her as you slowly push yourself to sit next to her. You stretch to turn on a lamp on the table next to you, setting it to its dimmest setting. Taking a glance at the clock, you see it’s already 12:15 am.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I think I just need some water.”

“D’you know where the cups are?” She hums, stretching as she stands up before flattening down her wrinkled nightgown.

“I think so, but I can figure it out if I don’t.” You nod and watch her slowly pad out of your room, gently closing the door behind her. The faint sound of the stairs creaking follows her as she descends.

You want to stay up until she returns, missing the sleepover tradition where you’d talk all night until one of you falls asleep. You set yourself up to fight off sleep, staring at the posters taped on your walls to keep yourself busy. Blinking, you realize you’ve been zoned out for a while. You glance back at the clock, it’s already been 15 minutes.

How long does it take for someone to get water? Maybe she decided to have a late-night meal?

You reluctantly leave the comfort of your bed and quietly tiptoe out of your room. Ari’s door is closed so he’s probably already asleep. You make sure to strategically walk down the side of the stairs to minimize the noise, not wanting to wake him up. The hallway glows from the lights of the kitchen area.

Instead of the expected clicking noises of someone eating, you are greeted with intense heavy breaths and the wet smacking of lips. You freeze once you realize what’s happening. Your legs weaken as you sneak closer to the entrance, your body was partially hidden by a wall.

You spot an abandoned glass of water sitting across from Lila who is facing away from you. She’s on the island counter with Ari who stands between her thighs, a hand secured around her throat. Despite being fully dressed, their hips fluidly push against each other. It’s obvious what’s happening.

Her fingers slowly comb through his hair before lightly tugging at the ends as he nips at her jaw, planting red bruises along the edge of it. A breath is caught in your throat as you watch them with wide eyes. A burning sensation sparks at the back of your throat.

A quiet whimper vibrates from her chest when he sucks at a particular spot under her ear. Ari tsks as he pulls away from her, giving her a disapproving glare. He places a hand on her mouth to muffle out any noises before continuing to slowly fuck into her.

You can tell their eyes are locked together because you’re familiar with the look he’s giving her now. You’ve always loved the way he attentively stares into your eyes, showing how eager he is to soak in every one of your reactions as he fucks you dumb. Your eyes sting as hot tears blur your vision. You want to look away but you can’t.

You feel your stomach sour as you watch him push the fabric of her nightgown up her thighs so he can see where they’re connected. His eyes are half-lidded as he gazes appreciatively at the mess around his cock. His fingers grip bruises onto her legs, tattooing his marks onto her. You painfully clunch your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to keep yourself together.

A quick inhale draws your attention back up to his face. You almost back away when you see him staring right back at you, his hips continue to push against her without a stutter. His hand drops from Lila’s face, letting her unmuffled whines bounce against the white walls of the kitchen. You know he’s doing it just to torment you.

You shake your head, glazed eyes begging him to stop. Ari tilts his head as he watches you, taking in your reaction.

Instead of stopping, he glides his arms down to hold her waist, controlling her body to meet his thrusts and pushing himself as deep as he can go. The soft sound of wet slapping travels through the house.

She lets out a high-pitched hum when he grinds himself against her clit, sparking overwhelming pleasure up her spine. A proud smirk sits on his face when he spots how your tears leave dark splotches onto the grey t-shirt you stole from his closet.

“Maybe you should’ve let me finish earlier.” He shrugs, voice booming through the relatively silent house, speaking in a casual tone. You freeze, watching as Lila’s body tenses in surprise, completely unaware of your presence until now.

“Shit!” She gasps out, trying to pull away from Ari, but he holds her still, replacing a hand onto her mouth to keep her quiet.

“What the fuck, Ari?” You finally whisper out, your tightened throat makes your voice crack. You don’t have enough energy to truly yell at him, no matter how hurt you are.

More tears unintentionally spill down your cheeks as you step away from the wall and reveal yourself against the warm glow of the island lights. Lila’s voice is muffled as she tries to resist him and look over at you, but her efforts are futile against his strength. Neither of you pay any mind to her.

“Aw, don’t be such a crybaby, honey. Sharing is caring, ain’t that right?” He coos at you like he’s talking to a toddler. Your hands clench at the bottom of your shirt, wringing the fabric tightly in your fists. You sniffle lightly, brushing away teardrops that persist on your skin.

“But why her, daddy? S-she’s my best friend!” Lila is still pressed against him, frozen as she’s forced to watch the interaction. Now she knows, you’ve been fucking your stepdad.

“Well, if I can’t have my baby, I need to look for another tight cunt to fill.” He pushes himself deeper into Lila, keeping his eyes on yours as he forces an involuntary moan out of her. “Plus, she was begging for it.”

Your legs unconsciously squeeze together, knowing exactly what she’s feeling right now. Ari notices and chuckles condescendingly at your actions. “Didn’t realize how much of a slut you are. You like watching, don’t you baby?”

If anything, you’re mostly upset about the way your body reacts to Ari fucking another girl. You need to actively fight against your lust-blown brain and slick-drenched panties or you’ll end up under him like nothing happened

You shake your head, frown deepening. “S-stop, Ari! I’ve learned my lesson, just please stop!”

Your begging only seems to encourage him to fuck her faster. “Not until I fill this pussy to the brim. Be a good girl for daddy and quietly watch from over here, hm?” He nods at the floor below him, speaking through clenched teeth.

He focuses on ramming right against her g-spot, making Lila’s eyes roll to the back of her head. Her arms unconsciously grab at his back to pull him closer. Your cunt flutters as you imagine him fucking you like that, knowing how thick he feels inside of you.

He looks at your figure expectantly, impatiently waiting for you with bored eyes.

You can’t believe you’re about to do this, but you hesitantly give in, dragging your feet shamefully toward them, sitting yourself at his feet to look up at him. You place your hands neatly on your lap, not knowing what you’re supposed to be doing.

His hair falls over his eyes as he looks down at you, body continuing to move fluidly against hers. He takes in how you patiently kneel for him, throbbing at the thought of your obedience, realizing you’d let him do anything he wants to you. Ari has never seen anything more perfect than his girl staring up at him with cried-out eyes.

You watch as his perfect cock slides into her, slick dripping down to the kitchen tiles, just nearly missing the tops of your knees. You squeeze your legs together, trying to refrain from touching yourself to the image. Lila’s legs tremble around his waist, her chest heaving with gasps and moans. He decides that he prefers your sobs over her moans

Ari stares down at your squirming body, gripping at Lila’s skin, wishing it were yours. He brings a hand down to rub against her clit, needing to feel her cunt flutter around his cock as you innocently gaze up at him through your lashes.

His hips cant forward as he feels her tighten around him, pulling him in as she starts to shake through her orgasm.

“F-fuck, daddy!” Lila squeals out before feeling a sudden pressure around her neck. She’s instantly silenced by the man inside her.

“I’m not your daddy, sweetheart,” He grunts out, thrusting sharply into her with a punishing pace. She’s forced to take everything he’s giving her while still coming down from her high. “That name is reserved for the angel sitting next to me.”

You fight down a proud smile, reminding yourself of your position. You honestly feel quite pathetic sitting here, watching your married lover fuck your best friend, but the feeling somehow adds to the fire inside of you. It’s disgustingly intoxicating.

Ari’s thrusts falter when he sees the dreamy look gracing your face as you watch him, heat traveling up his body as he’s pushed to the edge. His cock twitches, but he pulls out before he could spill inside of her.

“Come’ere and open your mouth, baby” He breathes out, turning toward you. You yieldingly follow his directions, even sticking out your tongue as he squeezes himself right in front of you. “Good girl…” Your eyes are closed as warm spurts hit your lips and drip down your chin.

You missed his taste, but as you reach up to flick your tongue against the sensitive head, you realize he’s been corrupted by Lila. Her slick makes you pull back with a pout as you wipe your mouth of any evidence of him.

You stand to leave, needing a second to think about what just happened, but your actions are stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. You’re pulled into Ari’s arms, a warm hand comes up to cradle your jaw as he stares deep into your eyes, giving you the same look he always does. He leans in to plant sweet kisses on your lips, breathing in your scent like it comforts him.

But you resist him, pushing against his chest before backing away from him slowly, blocking out how he watches you with sad eyes. You forgot Lila’s still there until you hear her whisper your name. Your chest rises rapidly as you stutter out breaths, looking between her and Ari, finally taking in what happened.

“I-I need to think.” You rush out of the kitchen, needing to be as far away from them as possible.

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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becca, ari levinson is a filthy man and i love it 😩 but can you imagine stepdad ari fucking you on the kitchen counter while guests are in the room over. he could barely hold himself together seeing you in a cute dress, catching a glimpse of your panties when you ✨bent down✨ to pick something up 🤭

No bc Ari is filthy but Stepdad!Ari fucks

I can imagine him getting so risky with it because he gets off on knowing that there are guests in the next room over.

You've been teasing him all evening, running your hand across those broad shoulders, letting your touch linger just a little longer than you should. He also noticed how you'd been bending over in front of him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up the bare thighs he spends so long worshipping. He snapped when you set his dessert down in front of him, getting so close that only he could hear you whisper "you'll get a sweeter dessert later, sir." right against his ear.

That did it for him, your heart pounding in the short space between the dining table and the kitchen door while your stepfather made your apologies to a room full of people that weren't listening anyway.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, his words soaked in venom. "Are you trying to get caught?"

The correct answer is 'no' but your brain and your mouth didn't connect before you started speaking. "I can't help it, sir." Your voice is almost a whimper as the door closes, Ari leading you by the waist around to the other side of the kitchen counter.

"You can't help it? Even after I fucked you this morning? Your legs were shaking when I left your room and now you need more? You just don't quit." Ari bends you over the counter, facing the door you've just come through before running a huge hand up the inside of your thigh while the other presses down on the small of your back. No panties. And you're soaking wet.

You hear a low groan from him, one that makes your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips drifting between your slick folds.

"Fuck, haven't laid a hand on you and you've got yourself all worked up. We're gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart." He knows he can't drag this out the way he'd like to. Someone is bound to need something from the kitchen within just a few minutes but now you've started, neither of you can stop.

You feel him slipping into you slowly, the blunt head of his cock breeching your hole, pressing deeper until he's slid home and there's no feeling quite like it. "Good girl, that's it. This dick is all yours." He coos softly, giving you just a second before he's pulled back and slammed into you once more.

"Keep an eye on the door, baby. You wanted all those people to see you be a little slut for me. This might be your big chance." His teeth are gritted, trying to work himself to orgasm while rubbing your clit frantically to tear yours from you too.

It takes everything in you not to wail at the pleasure. It feels incredible, getting what you wanted, being pinned to the counter and fucked frantically but you know you can't vocalise that.

"Gonna cum inside you, sweets. Don't want you to clean it up either. You're gonna go back in there and sit at that table with your legs crossed so my cum doesn't leak out. Wanna lick it out of you later. You promised me a sweet dessert, remember?"

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #stepdad!ari #ari levinson smut #tw: stepcest #I went for bottomless brunch with the girls last Sunday #just a day drinking session tbh #we started at 1pm #and went until about 10pm #and we ended in a pretty little outdoor bar that has live music and good cocktails #I ordered a round of cocktails for us all and I felt really bad bc they were busy and we'd ordered a different cocktail each #so I asked the bartender to add a tip on before he rung it through the card machine #but he refused and said he'd rather have my number instead #tbh I forgot all about it #and I've just woken up to a text asking if I want to go out for a drink tonight #I honestly couldn't be less interested in anything like that rn #I'm very happy in my bed #listening to Taylor Swift and writing poetry #and whatever tf this was

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navybrat817 · 9 months

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Hi I really didn't know who to vent this to but I need to get it out 😅 Step dad Ari and his friend Nick watching reader get herself off in a moment of accidental voyeurism has been stuck in my head since yesterday and I am merely a puddle with the images in my head because like...me when?

Well, hello, nonnie. 🔥 I haven't done any fic with a stepdad, but the Ari and Nick combo is very intriguing. 😈 I also like that it's accidental voyeurism. Innocently stumbling upon it until it isn't innocent at all.

But do Ari and Nick decide to make a move together? Or does Nick try to pursue you on his son and give Ari a reminder that he's married? 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #thotty ask #ari levinson #nick fowler #take me to paris #stepdad!ari levinson #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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What about stepdaughter reader who isnt innocent and likes getting fucked by step daddy lloyd even both doing it in hopes to get caught so she has lloyd to herself

hey honey! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it! I added a little twist at the end.

summary - you have been sleeping with your stepfather, and someone happens to catch you.

warning - smut, voyeurism, creampie, cheating, masturbating, semi-public sex, squirting.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut.” Lloyd growls, slamming into you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, grunting at how tight you feel wrapped around his cock. “Not so fucking innocent, huh? You just love being fucked by your stepdad.” You grip the edge of the pool, water splashing with every thrust. Lloyd’s hand wraps around your throat, bending you backwards until your back arches. “You just had to tease me in the pool, didn’t you? You don’t even care that your mother is in the kitchen.”

Your cunt clenches at his words, and the thought of finally getting caught turns you on to no end. You had been sneaking around with your stepfather for a while now and wanted your mum out of the picture. “Daddy! It feels so good! I’m your slut!” You rest your head on his shoulder as he pounds into you, splitting you from the inside and causing your walls to spasm. You push back into him, grinding your arse against his thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Daddy. Better than anyone else.” You moan a little too loudly, but you don’t care. Too lost in pleasure to notice your neighbour Mr Levinson watching from his backyard, gripping his hardened member and slowly stroking it up and down to your moans and the sight of you getting fucked by your stepdad.

Lloyd grunts, picking up his pace. “I better be the only one your fucking.” He buries himself deep into you. His hand moves to the front of you and begins to rub your swollen clit, loving how you squeeze him. “You better cum around me, sunshine. Let your mum and the neighbours hear how hot you sound at getting fucked.” He fucks you harder and faster, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch as his end approaches, but he holds back, wanting you to cum first.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Daddyyyyy!” You scream, throwing your head back as your walls clench and unclench around him, squirting around his thick member and into the pool. Your head falls forward, resting against the edge of the pool as Lloyd continues to fuck into you until he grunts and cums deep into you, burying into you until his cum leaks out.

“Fuck, sunshine. I hope you get fucking pregnant after this. I want everyone to know that I own you.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, slowly pulling out of your tight cunt and tucking himself back into his trunks.

You spin around and press a soft kiss to his lips. The two of you don’t notice your mum watching you through the window, a saddened but not shocked look on her face. Lloyd wraps your legs around his waist, holds onto you, caresses your cheek, and looks into your eyes lovingly. “I love you, my little sunshine.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Ari grins darkly, his cum painted on the fence as he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans. He finally has something to use against the two of you to get what he wants. Maybe he and Lloyd can come to an agreement, perhaps even share you for when the two of them need a release.

thank you for reading!

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babyjakes · 5 months

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eun participates in kinkmas 2023, twenty four days of kinky thots, blurbs, and fics!

please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.

fics.

flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play

a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys

clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports

lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play

help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen

devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play

you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration

blurbs.

not trying to play | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play

in the middle of the night | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader | prompt: somnophilia

delicate | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin

thots.

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evansbby · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Stepdad!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, stepcest, noncon, dubcon, daddy kink, forced babying, use of petnames, oral - female receiving, face riding, fingering, anal fingering, spanking, coercion, blackmail, dd/lg, dirty talk, dumbification.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your stepdad Ari has a strange obsession with you, but will he listen when you try to confront him about it?

𝐀/𝐍: Wow, it’s me with another surprise Ari fic! I wrote this quickly in the past few hours, and I hope you enjoy. But please read the warnings, Ari is super depraved and twisted in this! Based on this ask and drabble!

“That’s such a pretty dress, honey.” Your stepdad, Ari, compliments you, dabbing the corner of his mouth with the lacy white napkin before folding it up and placing it back on the side of his plate. “It’s nice to see you making such an effort for dinnertime, in a pretty dress instead of those jeans and sweatpants you’re always wearing.”

You scowl but say nothing, your fork pushing your food around your plate while your mother simpers in her seat next to you. She reaches out to pat Ari’s tanned arm, “Oh, Ari. Ever the traditional man, aren’t you? Always preferring girls in dresses.” She laughs, although you find nothing funny about any of this, “Although I must agree with your father, honey – it’s nice to see you make an effort, and you look so lovely in pink.”

“He’s not my father.” You mumble, trying to maintain concentration on the lumpy mashed potatoes on your plate. You’re completely aware that you sound like a bratty child sulking at the dinner table – but you can’t help it.

Ari raises his hand to silence your mother before she launches into a lecture about how you shouldn’t be rude about your stepfather and how Ari may as well be your father with how well he takes care of you.

“Well, it’s a very pretty dress nevertheless. And you’re a very pretty girl.” Ari says, pink tongue running over his lips in a motion so quick that you’re not sure your mother sees it – but you definitely have. “But please stop playing with your food, baby.”

You gape at him in disbelief before turning to your mother – but she’s just looking at Ari in total, blind adoration. Are you the only one who sees how weird he’s being? From the way he looks at you to the overly babying tone with which he speaks to you? And the pet-names? The sugary sweet pet-names that give you a toothache every time they float past his perfect, plump lips?

Wait, what?

“Why don’t you stop treating me like a child?” You shoot back, looking your stepdad right in his clear blue eyes. He blinks, thick lashes fanning his cheekbones while your mother lets out a melodramatic gasp. “I’m a fully grown woman, Ari. I’m in college. Stop treating me like I’m some sort of baby. If you want a baby then just have one.”

There’s an awkward silence followed by a sniff of disgust from your mother. “How dare you speak to your father like that? How dare you? After everything he’s done for you? Letting us move into his house, paying your college fees, buying you whatever you want–”

“I didn’t ask for any of that!” You stand up, knowing you have to take yourself out of the situation before it gets any more out of hand than it already has. You didn’t mean to cause a scene, but you’re just so sick of Ari treating you like you’re a baby. You’re also sick of your mother being so blindly devoted to him as if he’s some sort of God. When really, he’s just… Ari.

Ari, with the big, buff arms and the washboard abs and the long, wavy hair that shines and the bright blue eyes and the lopsided smirk of a smile, and – wait, what?

“You need to learn to be thankful, young lady.” Your mother hisses, “Or else you won’t be welcome to stay in this house during your summer breaks. And we all know how much you love all the perks that come with this place, like the pool, the sauna, the tennis courts – need I go on?”

Sometimes you really hate your mother.

Throughout all this, Ari sits quietly with his arms folded across his chest and an unperturbed look on his face. As if he’s drinking in the conflict between you and your mother, the quirk of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips…

You huff, turning on your heel and hating how the baby pink dress floats and flounces around you. You hate everything about it – it’s not Halloween and you’re not a fairy-princess. You can’t believe Ari had made you wear it. Shuddering, you think back to earlier, when you’d come out of the shower and seen the pink velvet box on your bed, along with a note:

My precious baby girl, wear this dress for me tonight. If you don’t, I’ll tell your mother that you shoplifted from Hollister last weekend. Love, your daddy.

And his audacity to act all surprised when you’d showed up downstairs in the pink monstrosity of a dress. Well, you’d had enough now. Enough of wearing the stupid, uncomfortable dress, enough of Ari, enough of your melodramatic mother, enough of this dinner, enough of just about everything.

You run up the stairs and slam the door to your bedroom without a second thought.

***

Your mother had married Ari last fall while you were still at college. They’d eloped, and you’d come home to a new stepfather. You didn’t care much at first – your mother dated around a lot and you were used to all her different boyfriends.

But Ari was… different. He was younger than your mother, but still almost double your age. He looked like he belonged on some sort of playgirl catalogue – all beefy and tanned and muscular, with an attractive smattering of dark hair all over his chest (you know because he liked roaming around the house shirtless more often than not).

At first, he seemed charming enough, with a nice smile and sparkling eyes. But there was something off in the way he looked at you, how his eyes would linger a bit too long, how he’d use pet names with you that he never used with your mother. How he’d coddle you and baby you and do weird things like wipe your mouth with his handkerchief after you’d eaten ice cream and there’d been some residue around your lips.

And now, the whole dress thing. Admittedly – it’s very weird. Now, you lie on your bed clad in your Led Zeppelin tee and panties, twirling his note in your fingers. You wonder if your mother would finally see that there’s something off about Ari if you showed her the note, or if she’d just turn a blind eye because she thinks her new husband is absolutely perfect? You sigh.

The knock on your door has you rolling your eyes.

“Honey? It’s me.” Ari. You stare at the ceiling and breathe out slowly.

“Go away.”

Your stepdad does the complete opposite, and you curse him for having a master key to every room when you hear the click of your door unlocking before he steps inside, shutting the door behind him.

“I said go away, Ari. Why is it that you can’t respect my privacy?”

“You can’t respect me in my own house, so why should I respect your privacy, honey?” Ari chuckles softly, his chest rumbling with quiet amusement. He’s wearing his light blue button-down shirt, but he’s got the top three buttons undone, giving you a peak of that virile chest hair that you often can’t stop looking at, and –

“Look, Ari, I’m clearly not dressed appropriately,” You gesture down to your tee which barely covers your panties, “So maybe you should get out.”

The older man tsk-tsks; “Honey, how many times have I told you not to call me Ari? It’s disrespectful. I’d much prefer it if you called me Dad.” He smirks, settling down on the side of your bed – alarmingly close to you, “Or daddy. I think I prefer daddy more.”

“I told you, if you want to be a dad so badly, then just have your own baby.” You scoff in disdain, tugging your tee down so it covers more of your legs and cursing when the material’s too short to make any significant difference – why had you chosen to wear such a tiny tee tonight? Oh yes – you hadn’t expected your stepfather to invade your privacy.

“Have my own baby, huh?” Your stepfather looks at you thoughtfully, licking his lips as his hungry gaze drinks you in, “You know, I might just take you up on that offer one day.”

You’re too busy trying to get your dumb shirt to hide more of your legs to really acknowledge the weight of his words, a scowl on your lips and eyes narrowed.

“Why do you insist on wearing such ugly things?” Ari frowns, reaching out to finger the fraying hem of your tattered tee, “Led Zeppelin? That’s not something little girls like you listen to.”

You raise an eyebrow, “You have no idea what I do or don’t listen to.” (Although he’s right – you don’t much care for Led Zeppelin, you’d bought the shirt because it was cheap and had a cool logo, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

“I could buy you such pretty things to sleep in,” Ari murmurs as he continues to stroke the material of your shirt, his fingertips so dangerously close to your skin – and you don’t know why you don’t pull away. “Honey, all you need to do is make me a list of everything you want, and you know I’d buy it all for you and more. Pretty pink silks and lace – that’s what you should be sleeping in. Not this ugly, tattered shit.”

Quickly, before you know what’s happening, he lifts your shirt up slightly, a smirk quickly adorning his handsome features, “I approve of your little girl panties, though. They’re quite cute.”

You bat his hands away, heat rising to your face and goosebumps covering your arms and legs as you inch away from him, “This is so fucking inappropriate, Ari. You need to leave.”

Your stepfather doesn’t budge, instead turning his attention to your room; your dresser which is overflowing with clothes, your vanity table scattered with makeup, the various posters on your wall. He sighs; “You know, I was so excited when I heard you were gonna be staying with us over summer break. I wanted to decorate your room just how a little girl like you would like it – all pink and white and cute.”

Wrinkling your nose, you cross your arms over your chest, “That sounds fucking gross.”

He continues as if he hasn’t heard you: “But your mother said you’d prefer muted colours, beige and white and whatnot. So that’s what we went for.” His hand somehow finds itself resting on your bare thigh, calloused fingers tracing shapes over your sensitive skin, “But we could make the guestroom into your little girl bedroom. What do you think? I’d keep it locked at all times, so your mommy would never have to know.”

The alarm bells in your head are loud and clear, telling you to run, run, run for the hills and never look back because Ari is acting insane right now. You slowly shift away from him, despite the fact that his touch on your leg spreads an inexplicable warmth throughout your body.

“Honey, come here.” Ari’s head snaps up suddenly. Before, he’d been staring at his own fingers as they skimmed over your thigh but now his bright blue eyes are boring into yours and he pats his own leg, “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

You clear your throat, “Um. No thanks. I’m good here.” You wonder if you can bolt into the bathroom and slip on a pair of leggings just to escape his burning gaze which seems glued to your bare legs.

“Honey. Come here. Now.” There’s an edge to his voice that you don’t want to mess with. You’ve seen him and your mother fight, you’ve seen him angry and it’s not a pretty sight. “Or else I’ll tell your mother about you shoplifting.”

You clear your throat, trying to stand your ground, “Don’t try to blackmail me, Ari. I’ll tell her all about your creepy note you left for me. She’d hate to find out that her husband’s a perv, wouldn’t she?”

The laugh that leaves Ari’s lips is soft yet maniacal, calculated; his eyes squeezing shut for a second before fluttering open and zeroing in on you, “Oh honey. You don’t wanna play that game with me.”

“Oh yeah? What if I do? What if I’m sick of you always hovering over me, acting like some creep? Maybe it’s time mom knew what you really are.”

“My sweet baby girl – you think she’d believe you? You think she’d ruin her perfect suburban fantasy because her bratty daughter decided to act out and tell some lies? You think she’d ever believe anything that comes out of your mouth? Believe anything you say over my word, the word of her husband? Think again, baby girl.”

You bite your lip at the painful truth – your mother’s whole world revolves around Ari.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You mutter in disbelief.

“Get. In. My. Lap.”

He doesn’t give you any further chance to argue, strong hands gripping on to you tightly and pulling you on top of him, till you’re sat on his knee with a scowl of pure hate on your face and arms crossed protectively over your chest, body rigid in defiance.

“That’s my girl,” Ari sighs, kissing the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a while and you can feel his hot breath against your scalp and for some reason it makes you shiver, “Now, doesn’t that feel good? To just stop fighting and listen to your daddy?”

He rocks you for a while, sighing in contentment every now and again, his lips brushing against your forehead as his fingers playing with your hair, twining it and twisting it, smoothing it down and tucking it behind your ear, “My little baby girl, doesn’t it feel nice when daddy holds you? You’re all relaxed now, aren’t you? Can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted to hold you like this, feel your tiny little body on top of me. God, honey, daddy loves you so much.”

“Y-You’re crazy,” Your voice is high with panic, hands twitching to pinch him or prod him in the eye and make a run for it – but you know he’d overpower you. Fleetingly, you wonder if you should scream, scream for the neighbours or scream for your mother.

“Don’t even think about it.” Ari seems to read your mind, “Be a good girl for me tonight, baby. I need you to be good tonight. Daddy’s had a rough day at work, and I deserve to have my baby girl take care of me just like how I take care of you.”

“M-Mom can take care of you,” you try, wondering why the hell he’s in your room instead of being a normal person and fucking his own wife.

Ari shakes his head, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “No, honey. I need you. Your mommy doesn’t do it for me. Every time I fuck her, I push her head into the pillow and I imagine it to be you. You’re my sweet little baby, you’re the one who deserves to be in my bed, who deserves to be underneath me. And soon, you will be.”

“Ari, you don’t have to do this. I’m not… I don’t… I wouldn’t do that to mom, Ari, please–”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” He snaps suddenly, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forcing you to look up at him, your scared eyes looking straight into his crazed ones, “Call me daddy. In fact, say: daddy, please stop.”

“D-Daddy, please stop.” You whimper, and Ari throws his head back and groans.

“Fuck, baby. It gets me so hard when you beg and act like you don’t want it. Say it again, exactly like that.” He slaps your bare thigh, making you yelp in pain, “I said, say it!”

“Please stop, daddy! I don’t want this! An’ I’m not acting, I genuinely don’t want this, Ari– I mean daddy, please just stop!”

Through your begging and pleading, you feel the unmistakable hardness of his crotch underneath you, his boner so undeniably hard and heavy, poking into your ass from below and it makes you whimper yet at the same time you feel these alien sparks running up and down your legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck – ignore it!

His experienced fingers find themselves between your legs, his pointer finger slipping up and down the fabric of your panties which is inexplicably soaked – leaving you feeling horrified and more than a little bit scared. “Now honey, why don’t you take off this shirt that little girls like you have no business wearing, and put on that pretty dress daddy bought for you?”

Less than two minutes later, you find yourself standing in front of your stepdad, between his legs while he sits on your bed and looks up at you with maniacal and lust filled navy eyes. You have the poufy pink dress back on, the light pink tulle flouncing around your waist and hips, the hem resting a few inches above your knees.

“My little princess.” Ari coos, “I wish you could see how adorable you look. Now, hand daddy your little panties.”

You swallow, breathing hard, nails digging into your palms as you take a deep breath. Something compels you not to argue any further, reaching down to step out of your panties, hands shaking as you hand them to him. He all but snatches them from you, bringing them up to his nose immediately and taking an obscene sniff.

“God, love how sweet your little baby pussy smells,” He says it almost dreamily, “I’ll add this to my collection, sweetheart.”

His… collection? You barely have time to ponder over what he means by that, instead focusing in shock and awe when he brings your panties to his mouth, sucking on them like they’re some kind of popsicle, closing his eyes in pleasure as he practically makes out with your panties and your juices that were stuck to them that now stick to his tongue and lips.

“Delicious,” Ari smiles, stuffing your panties into his pocket before eying you up and down again, “Now twirl for daddy, baby. I want to see you in your little princess dress properly.”

You frown – what is even happening right now? You’d look fucking stupid, twirling around for him in this little girl dress, a pawn in his sick, twisted game.

“Honey,” Ari says warningly, and that’s all it takes for you to begin twirling, “Slower, baby. Show off your goods, let daddy see properly.” You feel like you’re an object at an auction, Ari’s own personal auction where only he has claim to you.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty. Love the way your little ass peaks out from under the tulle,” He reaches out to give your ass cheek a quick squeeze, and you feel your heart lurch along with your pussy. “And daddy’s so proud of you for putting your dress on all by yourself. I know putting clothes on can be hard, honey. That’s why daddy’s here to help you. But you did it all by yourself, and for that – you deserve a reward.”

You blanche at how much he’s babying you, wrinkling your nose, “You’ve got to be kidding m–” He shoots you a warning look that has you clamp your mouth shut almost instantly.

Your stepfather pulls you into his lap once more, stroking you everywhere; your arms, your legs, his lips raining kisses all over your face – as if you’re his personal doll that he’s dressed up to match his sick, specific tastes, and now he’s got you all to himself to do with what he pleases.

“Now, sweetie, you know what this is?” Knocked out of your reverie, your body jolts into an explosion of sparks when you feel his hand once again between your legs, his thick fingers brushing against the hood of your clit.

“Y-Yes.”

He frowns, “Say: No, daddy, I’m just a baby.”

What kind of a sick roleplay was this?! You’d been with guys in college who were kinky, but this was a whole different level. So why do you feel your pussy clench when he orders you to say those words? You swallow hard for the umpteenth time.

“N-No, daddy. I don’t know what that is. I’m just a baby.”

Ari licks his lips in pure, unadulterated lust, “Oh honey, this is your little princess button. It’s special because only daddy is allowed to touch it. No one else – not even yourself.”

You practically convulse off his lap when he lifts the hood, finger ghosting against your clit and sending sparks up and down your body, “Your princess button is what makes babies like you cum – that’s when you give daddy your sweet cream, got it? That’s just one of the lessons daddy’s gonna teach you tonight.”

It’s crazy how you find yourself nodding, your body playing along with his sick game.

You wait with baited breath as Ari continues with his twisted “lesson,” his finger meandering down your slit and gathering your juices which have now begun to drip down onto the denim of his jeans below you. He reaches your hole and stops, swirling his finger around your entrance, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Now this, sweet girl, this is your cunt.” Ari says bluntly, swirling and gathering your wetness, spreading it around your pussy lips and making you sigh and grip the collar of his shirt tightly, “But you’re just a baby, you’re not allowed to use that word. So you’ll just call it your special princess part. Now tell me, what’s this called?” He suddenly jerks a finger inside of you, and it’s so thick that your body almost rejects it, pussy squelching noisily as he curls his finger upwards, trying to stuff it inside of your slippery walls.

“AH, daddy! It’s my special princess part!” You cry, and now you’re practically throbbing down there, willing to partake in his depraved shenanigans if it means it’ll bring you relief. You’re well and truly gone, fucked, beyond saving. And the fact that your mother sleeps in the next room whilst you’re here with her husband’s finger up your cunt has you squeezing around his digit even harder.

“Fuck, baby, I love how tight your little baby cunt is, how you’re milking my finger. You’re so tiny, aren’t you? So tight with just one of my fingers barely inside of you. You’ll milk my fucking cock; I know you will. God, baby, daddy has to taste you.”

And that’s how you find yourself hovering on top of him, your stepdad lying on your bed with his strong hands gripping your hips, guiding you up to his face, your pretty pink dress flouncing around you.

“Hold your dress up and sit on daddy’s face, sweetie.” Ari orders you, a look of maniacal anticipation on his face.

“I’ve never… I haven’t done this before, daddy.” You say softly – and it’s true. Whilst some of your college boys have attempted to go down on you, they’ve either grown impatient or you’ve just shoved them off because whatever they did just didn’t feel good. You’ve never sat on someone’s face, though, but Ari looks more determined than ever when he hears you say that.

“Oh honey, those college boys haven’t been treating you right at all, have they?” He coos, putting on that sickeningly sweet voice that you’ve come to associate with him doing something depraved to you, “Bet they couldn’t even make you cum. And I bet their cocks weren’t as big as mine, but that’s okay sweet girl, you’ll find out all about that soon enough.”

And then he jerks you downwards, making you sink your pussy down on his waiting face. You jolt forwards, gasping when you feel your soft, wet folds against his face and grabbing onto his hair for leverage.

“Oh, oh my gosh…” You can’t help but whimper, the sensation feeling so different, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“Now honey, I want you to use daddy’s face. Ride me, rub your little baby princess cunt all over daddy’s face and make yourself cum, okay baby? Daddy skipped dessert tonight and wants to taste your sweet cream.”

If you’re the princess he keeps saying you are, then Ari’s definitely the villain of your story. The dragon who traps the princess around a pit of fire, revelling in your helplessness, each cry that comes out of your mouth pure music to his ears. There’s no winning in this situation, but your body’s already chosen which path it wants to take…

Slowly, you begin to rock your hips. Your movements are timid, hesitant, confused, until Ari grips your hips and grinds you down hard, his tongue so hard and pointed as he swirls it around and around in circles around your soft wetness, making you pant like a bitch in heat, a wanton whore who’s been craving her master all day…

“Ah, daddy! Y-Your beard!” It’s thick and prickly, causing delicious friction as you rut against it – reminding you how it’s a man underneath you, a man twice your age.

“Mm, I know daddy’s beard hurts a bit, sweet girl,” Ari’s voice is muffled, the vibrations delicious against your quivering pussy, “But it’s a good kind of hurt, one that’ll make your baby pussy all excited. Now don’t hold back, baby. Ride your daddy’s face.”

You’re so riled up that you don’t need to be told twice, letting out another moan as you begin to rock your hips again, faster this time when you feel the sparks begin to build inside of you. You’re so embarrassingly wet, your juices pouring out of your fuckholes, coating his face and making it glisten as you rub your pussy all over him.

“Ah, ah, ah!” You cry out, your gasps high-pitched as his nose nudges against your clit, and you almost fall forward in delighted surprise when Ari manoeuvres you slightly, enveloping your engorged button between his lips and giving it a harsh suck, practically making out with it as you continue to rock your hips, lewd squelching sounds bouncing across the walls of the room.

“That’s right, baby, use your daddy’s face. Let mommy know exactly what you’re doing, rubbing your baby cunt all over her husband’s face,” Ari whispers filthily, one of his hands still holding on to your hips to steady you, the other one drawing back and then swatting you hard across your ass. The slap catches you off-guard, sending thrills down your body as you cry out way too loudly.

“Oh, fuck, daddy!”

“That’s right baby, it’s your daddy that’s making you feel this good. Remember that.” Ari says cockily, slapping your ass once more before slipping his hand up, fingers entering your pussy. And this time, he practically forces two of his digits in, and you cry out at the sheer size – how will you ever fit his dick inside of you? When two of his fingers cause you so much pain?

Roughly, he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, wet slapping sounds filling the room as he continues to suck at your clit. And it’s when you feel his teeth bare against your bundle of nerves, it’s when he bites down lightly that your legs twitch and flail and you scream bloody murder, yelling out his name, yelling out daddy, throwing your head back and moaning with no care in the world that your mother’s in the next room because you’re squirting all over his face.

“FUCK! Daddy, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Ari’s quick to keep your hips pinned down on his face, not letting you move even when it gets too much, your pussy twitching and sensitive, legs boneless like jelly as you almost sag around him.

“No, baby girl. One orgasm’s not enough. Give daddy another one. And you better work for it. Keep riding my fucking face, baby. My little baby with your cute little pink princess dress. Fuck, you’re making your step-daddy so hard right now, you have no idea.”

Grinding and rubbing against his stubbled face, newfound thrill overtakes your body at the sight of your stepdad below you, his brown waves fisted in your hands, his face glistening with your juices as his tongue licks around his lips before returning to your pussy. And you’re enamoured by just how much of your cream is on his face, and how much of your slick is still pouring out of your pussy – it’s like you’re leaking and it’s all for him.

“D-Daddy, my pussy won’t stop leaking,” You lament, surprising yourself with how helpless you sound, but you can’t help it.

“That’s because your little princess parts want daddy so badly,” Your daddy explains to you, “And I’m nice enough to let you cum again, so fucking ride me.”

And again, Ari grinds your pussy over his face, his tongue flattening up to lick a long trail up and down your slit before swirling around and around, sucking, biting, nipping, your slick leaking on his face and dripping down on the mattress below. God, you’ve never been this wet ever before…

“Fuck, my little princess, you’re so fucking hot.” Ari moans, giving your ass another hard smack, and then another, admiring how the flesh jiggles softly and how you moan in pain at his increasingly hard smacks, “I bet this baby ass is a virgin, huh?” Another slap, “Answer me, you dumb fucking baby.”

“Y-Yes! Had nothin’ up there, daddy! Nothing ever!” You cry, squealing in pleasure when he sucks on your clit again at your words – he’s clearly happy with your response.

But what you don’t expect is your stepfather to immediately remove his two soaking digits from your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks and rubbing the ring of your tight asshole, spreading your slick before pushing past the barrier of muscle, and you let out a howl of pain.

“Daddy, n-no! Don’t want anything up there, please!” You cry, wriggling but all that does is cause delicious friction, his beard burning your pussy lips and the insides of your thighs, his nose gliding over your clit and making you moan once more, and you’re so obscenely wet that you think he might drown in your arousal.

“Little babies like you don’t get a say in what goes up their baby ass.” Ari says sweetly, stroking your hip with one hand as he shoves his finger up your puckered hole with the other, and despite your protests, you can’t help but grind down on him. Because the delicious feeling of fullness is too addicting, especially when it’s something as taboo as your asshole being stuffed with your stepdad’s thick fingers.

Slowly, he begins to fuck your asshole with his pointer finger, and you resume riding his face, a death grip on his hair as you use him to chase your own pleasure.

“What a tight little ass my baby’s got,” Ari coos, voice muffled yet you still clench at his words, so close to your high because you get off on the depravity of it all, “Can’t wait to fill all your holes, baby. You love my finger up your ass but you’d love my cock even more. And the feel of daddy’s hot cum in your asshole? I’ll plug you up with a toy and make you keep it in there all day, princess. God, daddy hasn’t even begun to show you everything I’m gonna do to you, you just wait.”

Somehow, his twisted promises are just riling you up more, and now you can’t remember how, earlier tonight, you were denying his advances. It seems your stepdad is the only one who can scratch the itch inside of you, this itch that thrives off of being humiliated, being babied, being owned like how he’s owning you right now.

“Oh, oh, fuck, daddy! Feel so full, so full!” You cry, rocking harder against him, faster as you fuck yourself on his tongue and the wonderful friction it’s creating against your baby pussy. And Ari tries to add another finger to your puckered hole, but you’re too small, way too small for his huge digits.

“Oh, you’re full alright.” Ari remarks with a chuckle, “Looks like daddy’s stuffed you to the brim with just one finger. That’s alright, sweet baby. We have all the time in the world to stretch you out. I’m sure your mommy won’t mind.”

And with that, he clamps down hard on your clit, sucking on it like his life depends on it, making out with it, biting it, moving you forwards and backwards and sideways all over his face, making a slippery mess that has you moaning and crying screaming his name in abandon as you squirt all over his face for the second time.

“Daddy – AH! Fuck, daddy!” You clutch on to his hair, the collar of his shirt, his bicep, anything you can get your hands on as you ride out your high on his face 0 which is so indecently wet with your juices. It’s the most intense orgasm of your life, shooting stars behind your eyes that leave your entire body shaking with pleasure, red hot waves of pleasure that only Ari has ever made you feel.

You whimper when he finally lets you go, sagging down onto the mattress like a limp doll who’s puppeteer is finally done with her, the overwhelming nature of your orgasm making tears well in your eyes as Ari reaches out to stroke your cheek.

“What a good girl. Thank you for giving me your sweet cream. You taste just like a dream.”

“You’re welcome, daddy.” You say – and you don’t need to be prompted this time.

Ari pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours, and you can taste yourself on him as he makes out with you languidly, taking charge like only a man like him could, “My sweet, precious little baby,” He coos, “That was only lesson number one. We have a long way to go, and by the end of it, I want you to take your mommy’s place on my bed next to me. What do you say, sweet baby, you ready to be my little baby wife?”

THE END.

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stepdad!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader x Stepdad's Best Friend!Lloyd Hansen

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | AGE GAP, STEPCEST, innocent!/inexperienced!reader, jealousy, possessive behaviour, dilf!Ari Levinson, dilf!Lloyd Hansen. size difference: 6’6” Lloyd & 6’7” Ari. SMUT - minors DNI, “exhibitionism” but it’s more like voyeurism, “lessons,” fingering (f), p*ssy slapping, daddy kink, dirty talk, innocence/ruined kink, corruption kink, degradation, dumbification, size kink, dacryphilia, spitting, oral (f), overstimulation, squirting.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask.

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𝗔/𝗡 | must resist making this into a filthy series but I have no self control so let's see what you all think first !! reader took a year off before applying to college, and lived with her dad before moving in with her mother and meeting Ari. This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. All mistakes are my own. [all asks]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬�� 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Grabbing another piece of bread, you quickly stuff your mouth to muffle your moans. You dare to spare a glance at your lap, which was definitely a bad idea.

His fingers are drenched, coated to the knuckle with your slick as he pumps in and out of your core. With your cute summer dress flipped up, and your panties hanging out of his pocket—you fall apart all over again.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your ankles hook around the legs of the chair, hips grinding against his hand. Weakly attempting to hold him still, you teeter over the cusp and tremble, your juices dripping out and trailing down your leg. Lloyd doesn’t stop, in fact, he only gets rougher. Your grip is nothing compared to his hunger to have you make a stupid mess on Ari’s fancy cushioned dining chairs for the second time that evening.

It all started when he dropped his fork and slipped under the table to retrieve it. To your surprise, he found more interest in the shortness of your dress, and being crouched between your legs, he caught a glimpse of your pink cotton panties.

Lloyd couldn’t control himself, he needed to touch you.

Also, today's lesson was on staying quiet and subtle: “college kids will fuck anywhere, you need to learn to keep those pretty lips shut and not be so obvious.”

These lessons started at the beginning of the summer after one night of too much wine. To your stepfather’s best friend, you confessed your sexual inexperience and the itching worry of being unlike the rest of your peers.

He simply brushed over your core, and you choked on a gasp before your lovely stepfather left to refill the pitcher of water. Lloyd took that opportunity to pry your thighs apart and sloppily mouth over your clothed cunt, groaning heavily against you.

The older man sucked on your clit, flicking the bundle with his tongue and soaking the cotton in salvia before tearing off your panties and returning to his seat. That was just in time for Ari to rush back with the full pitcher.

For however long, he’s been working you with his fingers. A numbing combination of teasing and overstimulation tearing you apart like petals from a delicate flower. Your delicate flower.

Surging forward for another piece of bread, you shove it into your mouth. The dull ache in your jaw goes ignored because this was the only way to shut up—Lloyd didn’t give you a break or even a breathier.

The older brunet scoots closer, it’s barely noticeable and it gets him a better angle on your cunt. He tries to slip a third finger alongside the rest, prodding at your already-full hole, but you’re too tight and too small for his thick digits. Lloyd settles for sliding in deep and rubbing your sore clit with his palm, curling his long fingers against that little rough patch inside you with ease.

He slows down as he tells a story of his recent travels, or his recent date—god, you don’t know. You can barely think with his thick digits scissoring you open, tracing up your slit to your clit to rub it in hard circles. He pulls back a few inches, then swings forward with a swift slap on your warmth, making your knee slam into the table.

Your stepfather looks over with wide eyes, “Woah, slow down, honey. You might choke.” He chuckles, refilling your glass of water, “drink something before your mouth dries out.”

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod.

Lloyd has a sick smirk on his face as he lightly spanks your pussy, it isn’t as hard as the first time but it sends the same shocks through your body.

Ari runs a hand through his long brown hair, “Sweetie, have you told Lloyd about being accepted to your dream college?”

A squeaky reply is all the men get, your stomach tensing all over again as Lloyd teasingly fucks you with his pinky. The cool metal of his ring presses against your heat, and you want nothing more than to rock against his hand, begging him to just force a third finger into you.

“Oh really!” He feigns surprise, his moustache twitching as he grins, “well, aren’t you a smart cookie—soon enough, you’ll be even richer than me.”

Ari smiles brightly, “I’m very proud of her, she’s such a good girl. After her year off and with her mother absent so often, you’d think she’d act up or have an attitude, but no. This little one is an angel, never even curses.”

Lloyd knows that, he also knows that you turn into a flustered mess when you attempt dirty talk. The most he ever got from you was a weak, “want y-your mouth on me—down there please, daddy.”

“Silly girl, you’ve got crumbs on your face, c’mere.”

Your eyes widen when Ari leans over the table, gently pinching your chin to wipe around your lips. A loud thumping fills your head in the same rhythm as your heart, it clouds your senses as fear courses through your veins. One glance over the edge, and Ari would see his best friend knuckle deep in your pussy, slowly working his ring finger alongside his pinky.

With stiff bones, you clench your thighs and trap Lloyd’s hand when he tries to pick up the pace—you knew he had a thing for secrecy and the thrill, but it was like he wanted you to come again right now, to get caught.

After what seemed like hours, Ari finally retreats. When he sits back down, he knocks over a spoon and it loudly clatters to the floor.

“Aw, shit—” Ari huffs and looks around. “I think it went under the table.”

“I’ll get it!” You slap a hand over your mouth, and embarrassment blooms as their clear blue eyes land on you, “sorry, um, I’ll get it for you.”

“It’s okay, I’m not so old that I can’t bend down anymore.” Your stepfather laughs, wiping his hands and pushing out of his chair.

All oxygen is yanked from your lungs as you try to swat away Lloyd’s hand, but he took advantage of your flustered state and pried your thighs open again. Ruthlessly fingering your weepy cunt, stretching you open as you desperately try to cross your legs.

You watch horrified as your stepfather disappears under the table, and your shaky hands clutch your dress, hoping to conceal at least a pinch of your modesty.

Nothing happens.

“A-Ari?”

It’s quiet for a few moments before a breath fans across your wet core. “I still can’t believe you couldn’t hold back from someone this once. Like really, my stepdaughter?”

A warm hand slides up your thigh, forcing your legs further apart, this time wide enough to fit a tall, muscular 6’7” man.

Next to you, Lloyd shrugs. “What can I say? When she said how worried she was about being inexperienced, I had to offer my expertise.”

Realization hits you like ice water, shocking you to the core. You’re limp as they easily manhandle you, making you lean against the back of the chair and slide closer to the edge. You feel like a doll as Ari tugs off your socks, slowly kissing up your calf to your knee, then switching to the other leg for the same treatment. His beard is rough against your skin, tickling you when he trails to your inner thighs.

You almost forgot Lloyd was keeping you plugged up with his skilled fingers.

Ari’s hair falls in front of his forehead as he looks up, licking his lips as if he’s leering at a full course meal, “I guess that means I should finally join too. Need to know what all the fuss is about.” Ari mutters, massaging the flesh inches from your soppy cunt, “What’s this lesson?”

Lloyd resumes his thrusts, disgusting wet noises making it all too obvious how much you were enjoying this—crossing the forbidden bridge, betraying your mother and diving headfirst into something you don’t even know. Tears start to well in your eyes, from pleasure and shame.

“Aw, sweetheart, did you think your stepdaddy didn’t know anything?” Lloyd pouts at you, his hand tracing up and down your slit, from your clit to your creamy hole, “He knows everything. He knows that you rode my thigh, sucked my cock by the pool—oh, and he knows that you want to try anal this summer.”

You’re mortified as Ari chuckles, “I didn’t think you had it in you, baby. Always thought you were my sweet, innocent little girl—now I know you’re just a clueless slut who likes older men.”

The other brunet brings his hand to your face, showing you the strings of arousal webbed between his knuckles. “What a pretty crying face,” He watches the tears trail down your cheeks, and he restrains himself from licking them, “I’m sorry, pumpkin. I had to tell him, that’s what best friends do.” His eyes shine wickedly, “You're his little girl, he has the right to know what I’m doing to his stepdaughter.”

Ari leans close, the tip of his tongue following the traces of your last orgasm until he’s close enough to only smell you, nothing else. “Can you tell me what Lloyd is teaching you today, honey?”

Excitement drips out of you and down your puckered hole, creating a mess under your ass. You’re caught between humiliation and striking anticipation, but most of all, you’re confused—what do you do? What are you supposed to do in this situation?

“I asked you a question, baby. Unless Lloyd already fucked you stupid with just his fingers. Did he stretch your untouched cunt so good that you can’t even speak anymore?”

You helplessly nod, bottom lip wobbling as you slowly grind against the air, “Was s-supposed to keep quiet, not be obvious.”

Ari pins you down again, “Well, you need more practice on that. Almost bent you over the table after watching you come.” He spreads your sticky folds to examine your most sensitive spot. “Bad girl, you aren’t supposed to like this. Aren’t virgins supposed to be pure, not lifting their dresses for men twice their age.”

Lloyd laughs, “your little girl isn’t a virgin anymore, daddy.”

Your stepfather stiffens, head snapping up to shoot daggers to his friend’s face. “You fucked her?”

“Not me, some guy she met when she went to New York.”

Ari’s glare lands on you, and you can feel it in your soul. The burning sensation of his dark, heated blue eyes sears through your skin, and erupts an uncontrollable blaze of humiliation and guilt.

“Oops, did I forget to mention that?” Lloyd hums thoughtfully, the ghost of a mischievous smirk on his lips. “My bad, it must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Yeah, I bet it did.” Your stepfather’s tone is sharper than a knife.

The beginnings of an apology are on the tip of your tongue—but Lloyd shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you gag and taste yourself. A pitiful whimper floats into the open air, fluttering to the same spot your “I’m sorry, Ari” would have.

“She’s so cute when she wants to come, or when it’s too much. You should really hear her beg.” Lloyd reminisces of you moaning into his ear the other day when you were bouncing on his thigh in the gym. After watching him work out, he said you deserved another lesson for keeping quiet to your stepfather.

Looking back, you felt proud of yourself, but now you feel tricked. Ari knew the whole time and you were the fool. And, he just got struck with the revelation that you aren’t a virgin.

There was no telling what would come next.

“Too bad she failed today’s lesson. I used to hook up with girls all over campus during my days. In the library, washroom, closets, even hallways if we couldn’t find somewhere.”

“I know, one of them was my ex.”

“Pfft, she was a four at best.” Lloyd turns his attention to you, dipping his hand back between your legs, now soaked with your spit, “But this pumpkin, she’ll be a real hit.” He smirks, “ain’t that right? You’ll show all the guys what we’re going to teach you?”

You cry out when he swats your cunt, wet slaps fill the dining room as he repeats the action again and again. A burn emits after each spank on your poor clit, right in place of his fingers. The moment he stops, Ari takes his place, spitting on your petals and giving you his fair share of slaps, harder and rougher. A clear form of punishment.

“She’s fuckin’ soaked,” He marvels at the cream and his mouth waters, “You like getting your pussy slapped, honey? Since you like it so much, maybe I should stop. Rightfully punish you for letting some guy pop your cherry without my permission.” He hisses, nostrils flaring, “Lloyd told me you’ve squirted from this, soaked your bed sheets while I was sleeping next door.”

The moustached man sucks his fingers, cleaning your juices with desire. “I guess you should thank me, Ari. Since all of a sudden, you grew a pair of balls.”

The implication was true yet you had no clue about it. How much Ari has wanted you, longed for your body under his—for you to be his. So, he did what any other person in his position would have done, his utterly sinful and taboo situation. He forced himself to keep a distance from his young and beautiful stepdaughter because this was wrong, but it felt so right.

Ari laughs humourlessly, easily pushing your chair back so he can pop up from under the table. Now, on his knees between your legs, inhaling your intoxicating scent as his friend spreads your weepy petals, exposing your most sensitive spot to your stepdad.

“Think I can slide in there too?”

Lloyd snorts, “You can try, but this little thing could barely take two of mine.”

“What do you say, baby? Are you going to let your stepdad stretch your pussy too?” His lashes brush his cheekbones with every slow blink, the underlying hint of anger still present.

You offer nothing but a shaky yes, desperate to make it up to him, to be his good girl like you’ve always been since you met him. It was only a year ago, but moving from your father’s house to Ari’s mansion was a dramatic change. Not only did you have an immediate crush on him, but you were welcomed into a world of riches, luxurious yachts and vacations.

Your attachment to Ari grew quickly. From your workaholic father, to your absent mother, you never had anyone to rely on. While your mother was on business trips or spending her new husband’s money, your pure, sheltered little heart leapt at the chance of having someone to trust.

He has always been so kind to you, a true gentleman when it came to treating you with honour and respect, he was also who you went to for advice. All advice except sexually—although, he did know about your first kiss.

He’s been aware of your lessons with his best friend, even encouraged them perhaps, but he’s upset about your New York trip.

You suddenly wish he was the one to take your virginity instead of that blue-eyed, blond boxer, regardless of how handsome and charming he was. You wanted Ari, you wanted him so badly.

Your wide gaze follows his thick and long digits circle your hole and collect your juices before slipping in. He’s bigger than Lloyd and feels entirely different. As he reaches deeper, he stretches you wider, and your arousal gushes out around him.

He’s nearly drooling at the sight of you struggling to take only two, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. You’ve been keeping it from me—you gave it to someone else, and that isn’t very nice.” His thumb lands on your clit, rubbing hard on the sensitive nub.

You moan loudly, and your hands scramble, your touch is placed on something and that something happens to be Lloyd’s hard cock. He’s as warm and heavy in your hand as the first time, that familiarity makes your stomach tighten and your walls clench around Ari.

“Remember what I told you, baby?” Lloyd’s hand dwarfs yours as he secures your fist and slowly moves you up and down his length. He uses your slick from his fingers to make the slide easier. “C’mon, use that dumb little brain for daddy.”

A series of needy whimpers flow above when Ari scissors his fingers. His bicep flexes when he pumps into you, twisting and curling his digits as you try to remember what Lloyd told you during one of your first lessons: how to pleasure a man.

“Poor girl, she isn’t going to last much longer.” Ari spits again, growling as it dribbles down your swollen clit to his other digit prodding at your hole, “You aren’t coming until I’ve got three fingers in you.”

The mere thought of taking three and being that full makes you mewl. Tears flow freely as his ring finger shoves in, joining his two other sturdy ones. He presses to his hilt and out again, coating them in your slick with every thrust. Your pussy weeps a stupid mess between your trembling thighs and you latch onto his head, stabilizing yourself with a pathetic cry, either begging for a break or pleading for more.

Your fist tightens and Lloyd throws back his head, neck tensing as he hisses your name, “that’s it, good girl. Slowly, don’t want to waste my come, yeah? My baby wants it on her little cunt, wants to feel my seed on her not-virgin pussy.”

Ari lets out a disgruntled noise, his actions getting rougher and the squelching noises get louder.

Lloyd kisses you, tongue slipping into your slack mouth. Salvia is exchanged between your muffled whines and you struggle to keep up, but with Ari between your legs, you can’t think straight.

The tingles flutter all over your body, strumming you just right. Pure pleasure takes over your senses, hyper-focusing on the two men that have the strength to shatter you like fine china. You feel so small and powerless next to him, and with one of them devouring your cunt.

His tongue swipes along your fold, flat and wide, gathering your cream before he spits it back onto you. Making you even messier and wetter for his fat fingers. Your toes curl in euphoria, and you’re entranced by the feeling of every ridge and his warm exhales combined with the slight brush of his facial hair.

When he pulls back, it’s as if he’s a completely different man. Dark, ferocious and hungry with a beastly glimmer in his eyes. Even on his knees, he still feels bigger than you.

“Fuck you, Lloyd—greedy bastard.” Ari dives forward, shoving his face into your pussy. His fingers spear you open as he drinks down your slick, his nose rubbing against your clit with every hard stroke of his tongue.

Every thought, every responsibility is torn from your head and replaced with these two men.

Ari has yanked down the front of your dress, massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples as he devours you. Drawing out your choked moans like he was being paid for it. He releases you with a pop, trailing his lips to kiss your thighs to sweep up any rogue arousal.

His cheek is pressed to your thigh, his blue eyes flickering between you making out with his friend and your hole as it cries around his fingers, adding to the mess on your chair.

“D-Daddy, my—my thing please.” You beg, salvia covering your chin.

He kisses your inner thighs, two fingers in your pussy, “What was that?”

Lloyd reaches down, spanking your puffy clit before forcing two more digits next to Ari’s. With a loud gasp, your hips raise at the sudden stretch. A dull pain blooms from your core, bleeding into every part of your body as your cunt tries to adjust.

You squeal between clenched teeth, thighs threatening to shut before your stepfather pins them open, hooking your knees over his shoulders. “Poor little cunt—she’s stretched to the brim, makes me wonder how my cock is gonna fit. Guess I’ll just force it in, huh, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes—please. Want it, want you.” You blubber.

“Don’t you wish you had me pop your cherry with my big cock? I would have made you feel so good for your first time, worked you open just like this until you were ready. Then, I would have taken you nice and slow, fucked your untouched pussy, make you come as many times as you wanted.” His voice is low, almost a rumble in his chest, “but no, my little girl had to be a stupid slut and get fucked by some other guy—you shouldn’t even get to come for the whole fucking summer.”

“Now, isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“No. If anything, it’s not enough.” Ari growls, “That purity—that honour was supposed to be mine.”

You’re a twitching mess as they work you open, broken cries shake your chest as tears drip down your chin. Your eyes are shut tightly as you blindly reach for Ari’s hair, fisting the strands, you yank him closer to your core.

You hadn’t even noticed you released Lloyd’s length until he grabs your hand, entwining your fingers and holding you still.

He curls his digits, massaging your spot, “Oh, I think she wants you to suck on her clit.”

“Is that right, baby? You want your stepdaddy to suck your button? You think you deserve it for being a whore?” He asks. His resolve grows weaker as you moan his name between pleads, feebly trying to pull him to your cunt.

“Fine, but you’re going to squirt for me.” He captures your clit in his mouth, sucking delicately at first. His blue eyes captive yours as he hums against you, the vibrations make you clench around their fingers, sucking them greedily.

Your stepfather presses closer, massaging your bundle with his tongue between suckles as they get harsher and hungrier, his rough facial hair digging deep into your puffy folds.

It’s a wonder how you lasted this long, between their filthy words and their skilled hands, and now Ari’s warm mouth—you can’t take it anymore.

Your salty tears seep on your taste buds as your jaw falls open, and a silent scream escapes your tense throat. You convulse roughly, and your hips have a mind of their own as they move against Ari’s face and the men’s fingers.

“Keep her filled up,” Ari demands, he has to hold you down while Lloyd leans forward, breathing heavily.

As Ari’s fingers slip out, their absence is quickly filled with two of Lloyd’s, your wetness drips down his wrist and on his fancy watch, but he couldn’t care less.

Your stepfather spits on his hand, then pushes down on your stomach, and roughly rubs and spanks your cunt in quick succession. He continues to brutally strum your swollen nub with his fingers as your juices squirt everywhere.

They watch as you reach your high, flailing around like a fish out of water and grabbing onto any part of them you can reach. You cling to Lloyd’s wrist and Ari’s hair, trapping him inches from your pussy.

A good portion of your orgasm lands on Ari’s face, evident on his cheeks, thick beard, and ironed flannel. Their touches leave a few moments later, and you break down in tears as you finally take a breath, shuddering with oversensitivity as even the slightest wisp of air on your core feels like fire.

Your stepfather is the first to speak, his pink tongue eagerly sweeping any trace of you from his lips. He wants to smother his face in your pussy. “Let me just have one more taste.” Ari leans forward, he gets one lick before you’re shoving him away, sobbing as his facial hair brushes your sensitive folds.

“Sorry, baby. Daddy’s sorry.” He apologies, but if you could see him now, you’d notice the smugness written all over his face. “Forgot you’re still so inexperienced and not used to all this stimulation.” He pulls back with a lingering kiss on your button, revelling in your pathetic pleas.

“Shh, you’re okay, pumpkin.” Lloyd caresses your cheek, kissing all over your sweaty face—he growls at the bitterness of your tears. “Gotta be gentle or else we’ll ruin you.”

“Yes, p-please be n-nice.” You hiccup, still twitching in the chair. You fear you bit off more than you can chew. “Don’t… ruin, please.” An ache blooms from your awkward position, but the burning from between your thighs easily overpowers that.

Ari and Lloyd laugh as if you told the funniest joke in the world.

“Oh, it’s too late for that, dumb baby.” Lloyd chuckles with a sinister smile.

Ari makes a sound of approval, wiping your juices from his beard with a napkin, “You, little lady, won’t be the same after the summer.”

He couldn’t have been more right.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: oh the filthy potential… the whole summer learning from these two dilfs 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I just know Ari has some other friends too, oh can’t forget about your professors next year 🫠 or that blond boxer in New York...

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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C.E. MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers masterlist

Ransom Drysdale masterlist

Johnny Storm masterlist

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Blurred lines - Professor!Ari Levinson x student!reader

Summary: your relationship with your social science professor has blurred lines and you start having feelings for him. Question is if the feelings are mutual.

Drabbles

A wanted step - Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari wants you pregnant, but you have yet to have a talk about when you would stop taking your birth control pills.

Jake Jensen

Oneshots

Mama’s boy - sub!virgin!Jake Jensen x mommy!reader

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

(Idea by @whoore-for-stucky)

Hey, kitty kitty - Jake Jensen x reader

Summary: Jake comes home to a nice surprise from his kitty.

Bryce Langley

Oneshots

Just like animals - soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

His sunflower - stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

Drabbles

Perfect like that - Bryce Langley x gf!reader

Summary: You have a body insecurity, particularly with your stomach and Bryce won’t allow it.

Andy Barber

Oneshots

Daddy replacement - sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

Drabbles

You’re enough - Andy Barber x depressed!reader

Summary: Andy comforts you during your lowest.

COMMON ROOM

One-shots

(threesome/polygamy/love triangle relationship)

Clever compromises - Ransom Drysdale x reader x Jake Jensen

Summary: Yours and Ransom’s sex life is almost non-existent as you’re having a hard time not feeling intimidated by Ransom during sex. He turns to Jake for good advice, but Ransom thinks more than Jake’s helpful words will be needed from him.

Shameless ménage - dark!stepfather!Andy barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

HCs WITH THE CEVANS CHARACTERS

cevans characters & reaction to sudden affections

(Idea by @silelda )

cevans characters & calling them ‘pretty boy’

cevans characters & catching them crying

cevans characters & life after marriage

(Idea by @femefetalelevelingup )

ce characters & reaction to Y/N flinching

cevans characters & tier list of top/bottom/switch

cevans characters & catching them masturbating

cevans characters & size differences/size kink

cevans characters & reaction to reader teasing them

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & loosing your virginity to them

cevans characters & giving your first blowjob

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reader’s first time of using the safe word

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reacting to pregnancy/how they will act during pregnancy period

cevans characters & having a daughter

cevans characters & huge age gap relationship

◼️ DARK HC THEMES ◼️

cevans characters & ignoring the safe word

cevans characters & unhealthy/toxic/dark behaviors

cevans characters & taking virginity of innocent/naive reader

cevans characters & having you as their basement wife trope

AU MASTERLIST

Our little farm - Farm AU ft. Bull hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x reader & bull hybrid!Ari Levinson x reader

Collaboration with @imyourbratzdoll

#masterlist #ransom drysdale #ari levinson #steve rogers #jake jensen #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x y/n #jake jensen x reader #johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #cevans characters hcs #cevans characters #chris evans x reader #chris evans

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runa-falls · 2 years

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bad dreams

summary: ari comforts you after a nightmare

pairing: stepdad!ari x stepdaughter!reader

rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)

warnings: SMUT, stepcest, nightmare (fear of heights, falling, and dying), soft!ari, in parent's bed, tit play, grinding, slight somnophilia, fingering, dirty talk, fondling, guilty!reader

word count: 2.5k

A/N: based on this ask-- sorry this took so long anon! hope this is soft enough for you lmaoo. no. i did not read through it before posting!

likes are nice but comments/reblogs keep me going

masterlist

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You gasp out a breath and hastily push yourself against the headboard, cold sweat pricking at your forehead. The back of your throat burns as you try to hold back a sob, desperately clutching at your fluffy duvet.

It’s a recurring nightmare:

It feels so real, the way your muscles ache as you struggle to hang onto the edge of the cliff. How jagged pebbles pierce at your palms as your grip tightens. There’s a warm breeze brushing against your cheek and the sun beats heavily down on your shoulders.

You’re all alone, hopelessly screaming out into an empty void. You try to avoid looking down, knowing it would ultimately send you to your demise.

But you always end up looking anyway.

A zip of energy rushes up your neck as your sweaty palms start to slip against the rough edge of the stone. You scramble to hold on, but your efforts are futile.

You drop.

And that’s what jolts you awake, the spine-chilling sensation of your free fall to death. Hot tears pour down your cheeks as you recall the disturbing scene, thoroughly wetting the collar of your tank top. Your arms squeeze your shaking legs into your chest, attempting to comfort yourself and push away the memories.

After taking a few deep breaths, you decide to push your covers off and get out of bed. Your nightmares haven’t been this intense in months, but every time you would have a bad dream, your mom would always be there to soothe your worries. You sniffle, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. You need her.

You quietly pad out of your room, cautiously shutting the door behind you before facing the pitch-black hallway. You hold out your arms to help navigate your way through the darkness, brushing your fingertips against the wall until you hit a familiar plastic switch. Making sure the adjustable bar is at the lowest setting, you flick on the dimmed lights to lead you towards the door at the end of the hallway.

You slowly crack open the door, wincing as the hinges groan with your movements. “Mom?” You rasp out, throat tight from your crying session.

The faint glow behind you pours into the dark room, revealing a shifting form on the bed. Ari. He lets out a soft groan as he stirs awake, reacting to your not-so-subtle whisper. Your eyes widen as he sits up.

His bleary eyes, still draped with sleep, try to focus on your silhouette. He sits there shirtless, unaware of your blushing gaze, with only a sheet covering his body.

“O-oh sorry…” Your sleep-hazed mind totally forgot your mom was out of town, and that Ari is the only one at home. You want to punch yourself for putting yourself in this situation.

“No, no, it’s all good.” He rubs his eyes with his fists to wake himself up, “A-are you crying?” His weary, yet empathetic eyes bore into yours, frowning at your distressed state.

“I, um, just had a bad dream” Your face heats with embarrassment, realizing how childish you look.

“Aw, honey, I’m sorry. Here,” Ari’s deep voice rumbles through the room as he lifts the covers next to him, inviting you into the bed. “Why don’t you crawl in with me?”

“Really?”

“If it would help you feel better.”

At first, you were apprehensive about welcoming your new stepdad into the family. It wasn’t because he was mean or aggressive, he just intimidated you.

He’s so tall you physically have to crane your neck to keep up a conversation. And it doesn’t help that his ridiculously handsome face is complemented with a lusciously thick beard, a pair of piercing blue eyes, and a deep voice that never fails to make your body tremble.

He makes you uncomfortable– but in the best way possible.

Through time, you learned that Ari is a genuinely sweet man. One who isn’t afraid to show how much he cares for you and your mom. He makes an effort to make you laugh, takes time to memorize your favorite foods, and listens attentively when you incessantly ramble about something you’re interested in.

You never thought your family was missing anything–until Ari came into the picture. Now you’re more than content with the new addition, embracing every grain of affection he shows.

You are hesitant with your actions: sheepishly closing the door behind you before quietly shuffling to the other side of the bed.

“Thank you.” You softly mumble out, clutching the covers under your neck as you nuzzle into your mom’s pillow. He replies with a hum, pulling the blanket back over his body before settling back into a relaxed state.

His deep, steady breaths are calming as he finds his way back to unconsciousness. His presence warms your skin, reminding you of your closeness. You try to follow suit, aggressively squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to force yourself to sleep, but you can’t seem to get comfortable, your nerves are practically buzzing.

There’s a sudden ache between your legs. You feel restless.

You didn’t want to disrupt his sleep by shuffling around a bunch, but it only gets worse as the seconds pass by. So you give in, slowly pushing against the mattress to shift onto your side away from him, hoping it would relieve the issue.

It doesn’t. If anything, laying on your left side makes it more noticeable. How does that work?

You quietly let out a frustrated sigh as you prepare yourself to move again. The ruffling of the blanket is deafening through the silence of the night as you roll over once more, wincing with every small movement you make. But it’s worth it in the end, the mattress comfortably supports your body as you finally relax your muscles.

You mentally groan at yourself, He must be so annoyed.

Now facing him, you peek open an eye, hoping to find him still sleeping. The muted light of the moon glows through the sheer curtains, softly illuminating the side of Ari’s face. He doesn’t seem to mind it as he continues to rest peacefully, blissfully unaware of your gaze.

A pretty batch of freckles is splayed over his cheeks, resting nicely under his enviously long lashes. Your heart races as your eyes travel to his lips, perfectly framed by his beard. Bashful thoughts bloom in your head as you imagine how it would feel against your bare thighs, the marks he could leave on your skin

The throbbing sensation returns, stronger than ever. Everything on the bed shifts as you abruptly squeeze your thighs together.

“You okay?” You freeze as opens his eyes, his body still facing the ceiling. You stay quiet, hoping he’d give up and go back to sleep. “Having a hard time forgetting your nightmare?” Great, he knows. He turns his head, eyes sleepily blinking back at you.

You just nod mutely, going along with his story while actively trying to avoid eye contact. He mirrors your nod, thinking something over in his head before considering your bashful expression.

“Come’ere.” He doesn’t wait for your response before pulling you over to his side of the bed, eliminating the space between your bodies. He holds you securely by the waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

Your body remains stiff in front of him, practically vibrating from being so close. Ari sighs, relaxing against you, gently tugging you closer. It’s almost like he doesn’t notice your sharp intake of breath or the harsh beating of your heart.

A warm breath brushes against the side of your ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, you’re safe.” The comforting words are emphasized with a soft squeeze of his arms.

Oh, he thinks your tension is a result of your bad dream.

You subtly pull yourself forward a little, trying to control yourself around the incredibly cuddly man. It should be illegal how comfortable his body feels around yours.

You shove away every discernible thought from your mind, rejecting every tempting fantasy, desperately urging your body to sleep. It’s going to be a long night.

You fall asleep excruciatingly slowly, exhausting yourself as you hold back from arching into his hold. You know the feelings you have for your mom’s husband are nothing short of shameful, but the guilt only spurs you on further.

His deep masculine scent surrounds you, fogging your thoughts into an endless daze, influencing your every thought as the night drones on. It's magnetizing, pulling your body to lean further into Ari’s touch.

Somehow, your body eventually surrenders to a blissfully blank slumber.

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Your mind nudges awake as calloused fingertips run against your soft skin. Is it morning already?

The soft-touch lazily glides along the length of your chest before dipping into the elastic of your tank top. Your eyes blink open as your mind struggles to wake up. The room is still dark, but you can make out the general shadow of your mom’s side table.

A deep, breathy groan rumbles against you as the rest of the warm hand splays over your bare tit. Your heart rate spikes as everything clicks into place: You’re still in your mom’s bed.

A familiar beard brushes against the back of your neck as he presses sweet goosebump-inducing pecks along the top of your spine. You swallow down a squeak as the hand gently squeezes at your flesh, massaging you with an eager hold.

He moves down, cradling the weight of you as a thumb lovingly rubs circles around your rapidly hardening nub, sending jolts of excitement up your body. Your thighs tighten together as he takes his time, teasing and flicking your sensitive skin, leaning into every jolt of ecstasy that rings through your body.

Gasps turn into heavy pants and you can feel slick beginning to coat your shorts. This is so wrong. Ari must be sleep-walking (sleep-fucking?), unaware of his unconscious actions!

You try to subtly squirm away from him, shifting your hips to push yourself from his hold, but your movements cease as your lower back meets the obvious hardness in his boxers. You choke on a breath as he pulls you even closer, shamelessly grinding himself into you.

His other hand moves from your waist and slides down your stomach, into the band of your shorts. You try to cease his explorations by folding your legs together, but he easily pushes them apart.

“Relax honey, I’ll make you forget all about that little nightmare…” He whispers into your shoulder as the tip of his finger drags through the folds of your cunt, sloppily spreading slick up to your clit.

His other hand continues to massage your tits, lightly pinching at each bud until you squeal and arch your ass against him. He chuckles at your outward reactions, finding it cute how you can’t hold them back.“You’ve been wanting this for a while, hm?”

You nervously shake your head, squeezing your thighs around his wrists as words of denial babble pathetically from your lips, “No, no, I-I would never–y-you’re married to my mom…” He pushes himself up to lean over your reclined figure, admiring your heated face with a small smile.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve been wanting it too.”

Ari stares down at your moonlit body as his hand stretches the collar of your tank under your tits, revealing your bare skin to the room. He doesn’t waste a second to touch you, immediately capturing a sensitive nub between his lips, lightly suckling as you whimper under him.

You weave your fingers into his hair as pleasure drowns your thoughts, pulling tightly when he experimentally traces his teeth over your skin. He growls at the feeling, reveling in the slightly painful sensation before sucking even harder in response. Once he’s had his fill, he moves his hands down your body, slowly dragging his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down.

The bedroom air cools your heated body as he pushes himself above you, eyes focused on your glistening folds. You shudder when he spreads your petals apart with his fingers, getting a good look.

Hungry eyes stare down at slick coated fingers, feasting on your presentation. “Look at my messy girl.” You whine, trying to close your legs in embarrassment. You’ve never been so sloppy before. A hand pushes your thighs into the mattress to keep you still as he drags a finger through the mess.

Ari prods you open with a finger, lightly slipping into your opening before abruptly pulling away, teasing your eager cunt. Your body opens beautifully for him, gushing slick to assist the way he wants to stretch you out.

His finger finally pushes in, excited by the way your warmth sucks him in, pathetically begging for more. He groans at how you tighten and flutter as he experimentally pushes up into the soft spot of your cunt, milking a single finger like it’s your lifeline.

“More? Think you can take another?” The words barely push through your lust-fogged mind as he thrusts right into your sweet spot. You nod with a tight groan.

Your thighs tense from pleasure as he carefully adds another finger, scissoring inside of you. His actions start to speed up until he’s rapidly thrusting his fingers into you, filling the room with lewd noises as he holds you down to take everything he gives you. A sob rips through your throat as you feel your stomach tighten.

Slick runs down his wrist as he aggressively finger fucks you, pushing and prodding into your warm canal until your legs start to shake. With another swipe against your clit, you burst. Your eyes blur as you reach your high, breaths stuttering as your body warms with stimuli. Your hips cant upwards as you ride it out, helplessly pushing against his hands.

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The orgasmic fizzing in your brain ceases as you gasp out a breath, eyes bursting open to a blindly bright room. Your tank top sticks to your sweat-slick skin as you observe the room in front of you.

It was a dream.

Your body slowly recalibrates to the waking world as the shock starts to wear off. Shit. You just had a sex dream about your stepdad. Who was sleeping right next to you.

You snap your head to his side of the bed, letting out a relieved groan when you find it empty. Only the messy sheets remain, slightly bundled against your side. Theyre the only evidence of his prior presence next to you.

Your ears pick up a faint sound of idle whistling coming from the kitchen. He must’ve gotten up a while ago.

You sit up, giving yourself a moment to think about what happened and to prepare yourself for when you inevitably have to face him again.

A moment turns into several minutes of empty thoughts and hard beats of your heart, you can’t even think about what happened. Your mind literally rejects the thought. You don’t move until you start to shiver under the a/c vent, sweat effectively assisting the cooling of your heated skin.

Maybe a shower and then a plan…?

#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fluff #stepdad!ari #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #the red sea diving resort

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