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I had a trucker Ari thought, but a funny one. You know how truckers communicate via radio. And this one trip Ari is on the radio with some other trucker and it's a completely mundane conversation, but you chime in with some advice (maybe about how to get rid of stains, or what to get his wife for anniversary, or something). Next thing Ari knows is you're having buddy talks with other truckers, as if it was some damn slumber party 😆

But, since Ari is ARI, he's gonna make sure the other truckers know that you're his devoted, dumb cumslut. He's gonna make you scream, while the radio is on and everyone hears your cries and how you beg him for more.

Eva!!! i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this but it's only because you inspired an idea that i loved so much i wanted to turn it into a fic that introduced even more characters to my trucker au...and then it got a little long 😅 and a lot filthy 😈

trucker friends

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

additional characters: trucker!Jake Jensen, dark trucker!Andy Barber, dark trucker!Lee Bodecker (also mentioned: dive bar owner!Curtis Everett, strip club owner!Ransom Drysdale and tattoo artist!Lloyd Hansen)

summary: you overhear your trucker talking to his friends on his CB radio and accidentally join the conversation. of course, Ari needs to make sure his friends know exactly who you belong to and what a good little whore you can be for him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, exhibitionism, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, sadism/masochism, choking, face slapping, rough breast/nipple play, rough body play, dacryphilia, dirty talk, heavy degradation, some praise, daddy kink, possessive sex, possessive behavior, pet names (sweetheart, baby), tiny bit of aftercare, improper use of a CB radio, a mean hot man (with mean/nice hot friends)

word count: 5.8k

a/n: i started writing this before i wrote trucker andy's proper introduction so it's set before he meets his bunny!!

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“Fellas, I’m in love!”

The unfamiliar voice crackling through the CB radio filled Ari Levinson’s truck cab. It startled you awake from the light doze you’d fallen into while lounging on the bed in the back. Blearily, you blinked your eyes open, seeing it was nighttime and the highway was quiet beyond Ari’s big rig.

You looked toward your trucker in the front seat in time to see Ari flicking a switch on the radio that you hadn’t seen him touch before—except to turn it off. It must’ve been a setting that allowed him to respond to the voice with his hands free, because Ari spoke up without holding the mic.

“You’re always in love, Jensen,” Ari grumbled in response to the other man’s declaration. Even from the back of the cab, though, you could see a hint of an amused smile tugging up the corner of Ari’s mouth.

“Let the kid have his fun, Levinson,” said another, lighter voice through the radio. This one was plainly amused by both Jensen’s enthusiasm and Ari’s grumpiness. There was a practiced kindness in his tone when he asked, “Who’s the lucky girl, Jake?”

The way all the men talked to each other spoke to a friendliness you hadn’t seen between Ari and anyone else yet, and your interest was piqued. You’d thought your trucker lived an entirely lonely existence, and that was why he’d taken you and kept you.

But since you were thinking about it, you realized you’d heard voices come from the CB a few times since you’d been living in Ari’s rig with him. He’d always flicked the switch to turn the radio off, though, and you’d thought nothing of it. However, as you listened to your trucker interact over the radio with an easy familiarity, you began to suspect he’d been deliberately keeping this side of his life secret from you.

It only made you ravenous to learn more about these truckers Ari seemed to be friends with, so you stayed still and quiet. You had a hunch that the only reason Ari had responded to Jake Jensen’s proclamation was because he thought you were sleeping, so you pretended you were still asleep and listened in on the conversation, not caring if it was an invasion of privacy.

“I don’t actually know her name,” Jake admitted after a long pause. Even through the radio, you could hear the sheepishness in his voice, and the wry smile on his face. “Or what she looks like.”

Your face scrunched in a look of confusion even though you knew no one could see it as you turned Jake’s words over in your mind. You were so perplexed and curious, a question popped out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“How’s that even possible?”

Ari’s head whipped around, surprise passing over his features, before his mouth pressed into a firm line. It was clear he wasn’t happy and you winced at giving yourself away so quickly. But then you opened your eyes wide, giving him your best wounded puppy look and hoping it conveyed that you were simply curious about his life.

The muscle in Ari’s jaw worked as he ground his teeth together, his eyes flaring with annoyance, but he turned back to the road. Though not without an unhappy grumble.

You weren’t sure what exactly Ari was unhappy about—you learning about his other trucker friends on the radio or them learning about you—until the silence stretched uncomfortably in the truck cab.

Ari’s hands tightened on the wheel of his rig, the leather squeaking in protest and you realized he was waiting for the other men’s reactions to your question, your voice, your mere presence in his rig.

It occurred to you, too late, that perhaps Ari had a good reason to keep you secret from the other truckers in his life, though you couldn’t think of what it could be.

Then, all at once, a barrage of questions came through the CB from a variety of voices.

“Who was that, Levinson?”

“Was that a girl in Levinson’s rig?”

“Are you holding out on us, Levinson?”

“Am I the only one who didn’t know Levinson got himself a girl? Oh, I guess not.”

The onslaught of questions was overwhelming and they weren’t even aimed at you. You tried to focus on their voices, picking out that the last comment had come from Jake, and another was the amused man who’d good-naturedly told off Ari for grumbling at Jake.

All at once, it dawned on you that perhaps Ari had kept you secret from his friends to avoid this inquisition. When you glanced at your trucker, his expression was darker than a storm cloud—uncomfortable and irritated—and you became all the more certain you were right.

You’d never had much family and the family you did have had never been particularly interested in your business, but you suspected the onslaught of inquiries from Ari’s CB radio was what someone with a big, nosy family would face. You’d gathered that you and Ari were similar in that you weren’t close to your families, so you figured he was just as overwhelmed as you were, which was making him increasingly annoyed and angry.

“Tell us about your girl, Levinson,” came a sneering new voice. This one was mean—meaner even than Ari when he was at his meanest. “Or we’ll start thinking you accidentally hit play on whatever porn you were jacking off to.”

The leather of the steering wheel under Ari’s hands creaked as he squeezed it tightly, like he was thinking about wringing someone’s neck. You weren’t sure if he was imagining the man on the other end of the radio or your own delicate neck between his big hands, but inexplicably, you felt warmth bloom in the depth of your belly. It was so strong, you pressed your thighs together against a low ache.

You’d been reading one of your smutty books on the bed, wearing one of Ari’s soft t-shirts and nothing else, so there was nothing in the way of your arousal making a mess of your thighs. The thought of Ari’s hand wrapping around your neck and choking you while you sat on his cock popped into your mind, stoking the flames of the fire that had been lit by your book.

Ari’s voice, harsh and mean, brought you back to the present conversation between him and his trucker friends.

“She’s just a stray I picked up,” Ari growled, glancing over his shoulder at you, something unreadable in his eyes—like he was lying and wanted to see if you bought it.

You didn’t. You knew you were more than just a stray to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. You suspected he saw as much in your expression because he turned back to the road with a sneer on his face.

“I made her suck my cock for a ride, but decided to keep her—she keeps my dick warm on long hauls.”

A low, appreciative whistle came through the radio from one of the men on the channel, but it was immediately followed by a scoff from someone else.

“Shut the fuck up, Levinson, no she doesn’t,” came the amused voice, though it sounded more exasperated than anything else. You could easily imagine the man on the other end rolling his eyes as your trucker.

“Ya want me to prove it, Barber?” Ari taunted in an arrogant, condescending tone.

Before the man on the radio could respond, Ari turned to you, his blue eyes narrowed and mean as he jerked his head toward the front seats.

“Get up here, fucktoy,” he growled in his cruelest tone. “Put that slutty cunt to good use and show the boys what an obedient little cock whore you are.” Ari’s voice brooked no room for argument, but you wouldn’t have argued anyway.

As fast as you could, you scrambled up off the bed in the back and slid eagerly into Ari’s lap. Your pussy was already pulsing and dripping from the disrespectful way Ari spoke to you, and the prospect of sitting on his cock while he was driving and his friends were listening only turned you on more.

You’d had plenty of practice straddling Ari’s lap in the driver’s seat of his truck, leaning against the window so you didn’t block his view of the road while you undid his pants. But you were so excited, the desire thrumming through your veins so distracting, that your fingers fumbled over the button of Ari’s pants. It took you a moment to get them undone, and another to work the zipper down enough that you could reach inside and pull out his cock.

“Chop, chop, cumslut,” Ari drawled rudely, shifting back in his seat to give you more room to maneuver. When you glanced up at him, an arrogant smirk curved his lips, which only made him look even more handsome in your eyes. “I told you to sit on my dick, not give me a handy—so get to it.”

The glare Ari gave you was a warning, one that had a shiver racing down your spine and an embarrassing amount of wetness gathering between your thighs. You knew he was being ruder and meaner because his friends were listening, and it was so hot, it nearly made you moan wantonly, but you bit your lip against it and nodded.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, just for his ears.

You were desperate to get Ari’s cock inside you, so you quickly planted your knees on either side of him on the wide driver’s seat and lined up the head of his cock with your soaking wet cunt. So focused on Ari and what you were doing, you nearly startled when a voice crackled through the CB radio.

“Jesus, Levinson,” the man called Barber cursed. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?”

“C’mon, Andy, we all knew Ari was a real bastard,” Jake quipped, his grin clear in his tone of voice.

“Nah, that’s how cunts should be talked to,” another voice chimed in, the mean one that had accused you of being porn.

“Ah, fuck off with your weird, sleazy bullshit, Bodecker,” the man named Andy shot back.

While the men bickered on the radio, you lowered yourself slowly on Ari’s cock, taking his thick length inside you one inch at a time. No matter how many times Ari fucked you, the feeling of him first sliding in was glorious, his fat cock stretching your tight little hole better than anything you’d ever felt.

“So big, daddy,” you gasped, so quietly you were certain the other truckers couldn’t hear you over their own squabbling. But Ari heard you perfectly, one of his hands letting go of the steering wheel to pat your ass and spur you on.

“Louder, kiddo,” your trucker purred in your ear, spanking your ass hard and making you cry out. “Let ‘em hear all your slutty sounds, sweetheart.” His command had scorching desire licking down your spine to settle in your belly, making you shiver against the heat it stoked in your core.

Nodding eagerly, you shoved yourself down on the rest of Ari’s cock, letting your head fall back as the sting of his big cock stretching your cunt morphed into blissful pleasure. A loud moan tumbled past your lips unbidden, filling the cab of your trucker’s rig with the obscene sound and drowning out the still bickering men on the radio.

By the time you sucked in a breath and took note of your surroundings, the other truckers had gone quiet.

“Fuck,” came Jake’s strained response, his voice lower and rougher than you’d heard it throughout the entire conversation. “How’s she feel, Levinson?”

Ari chuckled, sounding entirely self-satisfied. “Tight—her cunt’s gripping my cock like a vise,” he rumbled, leaning his head back against the driver’s seat, staring over your shoulder at the road.

Him acting like you weren’t even there, like your body really was just a toy for him to use made you clench around him, your pussy dripping even more arousal down his length. He laughed again at your reaction, the smirk on his face deepening.

“She’s so fucking wet, boys, like you wouldn’t believe,” Ari went on, his deep voice rolling over you like warm sunshine and making you shiver with pleasure. “Her cunt juice is soaking my sac—I’ll probably make ‘er lick ‘em clean later, after I’ve drained my balls in her.”

“Christ,” came Andy’s hoarse reaction to Ari’s words.

“That’s a useful cunt ya got there, Levinson,” said the man called Bodecker. “Makes me want a bitch of my own to keep my fat dick warm until I breed ‘er.”

A pleased smile spread across your face as you reveled in the reactions you were getting from Ari’s friends.

“Oh yeah, she’s useful alright,” Ari rumbled.

“Thank you, daddy,” you murmured in a sultry voice, tipping your head up enough to catch the eye of your trucker. “Just wanna be your useful cock slave.”

A chorus of tortured groans sounded from the radio at your words, making you preen in satisfaction. When you looked at Ari to see his reaction, you could see pride sparkling in the depths of his eyes, which made your heart warm. Leaning in, you buried your face in Ari’s neck, kissing and licking and nipping at his skin because you couldn’t contain yourself when it came to your trucker.

He pressed his palm flat to your lower back beneath your shirt, the gesture possessive and comforting in equal measure. Ari’s voice was warm and arrogant as he addressed his friends, who were still grumbling and groaning about how perfect you sounded and how badly they wanted girls of their own to keep them company and keep their cocks warm.

“Alright, alright, settle down, all of you,” Ari rumbled good-naturedly to the men on the CB. His hand on your lower back gently stroked over your skin like you were his precious little pet. “I seem to remember my woman asking how Jensen met his new girl.”

You’d been focused on sucking a hickey into Ari’s neck, but at his comment, you perked up, turning your head toward the CB radio like that would help you hear Jensen’s explanation for why he was in love with a girl whose name he didn’t know and whom he’d never even seen.

“Oh yeah!” Jake jumped in excitedly, sounding exactly like an eager puppy wanting to show off his new toy. “You know that strip club off Route 66 by Everett’s bar—the one with the glory holes in the back room?”

“Mhm,” Ari grunted in acknowledgement, his affirmation joining the others.

You lifted your head and cut your eyes to your trucker, jealousy spiking through your heart so fierce it nearly took your breath away. You didn’t like the idea of Ari going to some glory hole to get off with some random girl. Though you suddenly realized it explained his predilection to that specific porn category.

One night, Ari had shown you glory hole porn—his favorite videos of girls on their knees, jerking off and sucking anonymous cocks through a hole in the wall—because he’d wanted to see if it would turn you on.

It did. In fact, you’d gotten so wet, Ari had teased you mercilessly for being just as dirty and depraved as him. Then he’d fucked you hard and rough, making you watch video after video of girls choking on random cocks.

It had been a fun night, but thinking about Ari actually going to a glory hole to get his cock sucked made you see red, and your hands curled possessively in the lapels of his flannel shirt, which was unbuttoned over his bare chest. You clung to him so tightly, it was like a part of you was worried he was going to drop you for some glory hole girl right that moment.

Ari noticed your reaction and laughed, amused at your jealousy. But he ducked forward and murmured quietly just for you to hear, “Had to get my dick wet somehow.” His big palm patted your ass, the gesture patronizing, but possessive, which had you relaxing a little. “Didn’t always have my own personal cock whore taking care of me.”

You grinned proudly, Ari’s words washing away the anger and jealousy you’d felt only moments before. Carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of Ari’s neck, you rolled your hips, rocking yourself on your trucker’s hard length and making him grunt with pleasure.

A light smack to your ass stilled your movements, and you remembered you were supposed to be listening to Jensen’s story. Thankfully, the truckers had gotten distracted talking about the strip club, which was run by some guy named Drysdale.

“Anyway,” Jake cut in, his voice impatient as he started talking over the others. “There’s a girl there with the sweetest mouth.” The man’s tone turned dreamy as he talked about his girl and you couldn’t help but smile. “She said I had the fattest, prettiest dick she’s ever seen,” he explained. “And she gave me a blowie so good, I saw stars—fucking stars, fellas.”

Ari’s chuckle and your giggle joined the laughter emanating from the radio at Jake’s pronouncement. You didn’t know the man nearly as well as Ari or the other truckers did, but you were starting to understand that Jake was exactly the kind of guy to get some good head and think he was in love. You almost felt bad for the girl, except Jake seemed sweet, which might be exactly what the girl needed in her life.

“You would fall for some glory hole whore’s cheap tricks, Jensen,” Bodecker sneered, his voice cold and mean. He snorted derisively—you just knew the ruthless sound came from that man—and went on, “She probably told you that so you’d give her a big tip, and I bet you did exactly that.”

“Fuck you, Lee, she remembered me by name when I want back,” Jake said defensively. “She told me she was happy to see me—and my cock.” The man spluttered through his fury and you had to appreciate that even when he was angry, he sounded cute. “When was the last time a girl was happy to see your cock, Bodecker?”

The man named Lee growled while Andy jumped in with a placating, “C’mon guys,” but it was clear the truckers were seconds away from getting nasty, so you spoke up loudly, trying to drown out the others.

“I think she sounds nice.”

There was a beat of silence, then Lee scoffed, “It’s no surprise you think so—takes a whore to know a whore.”

“Shut the fuck up, Bodecker,” Ari growled, his voice lashing through the truck cab like a whip. “Did I give you permission to talk to my woman like that?”

It surprised you, the vehemence with which Ari defended you, and your heart fluttered so violently in your chest, you thought for a second that something was actually wrong with you. But the rest of your body had an even more visceral reaction to Ari’s snarled words, your cunt clenching hard around his cock and your fingers clinging desperately to the hair at the nape of his neck.

You knew Ari said much worse things to you than what Lee had said, but the fact that your trucker wouldn’t let anyone else treat you the way he did made you realize he cared about you much more than he let on.

Forgetting that Ari was still driving, you leaned up and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss. It only lasted a second before Ari nipped at your lip and pulled away to watch the road, cutting his eyes to you with a quelling look.

But you wouldn’t be quelled. Need and desperation for your trucker were welling up inside you. It felt like a wild thing was possessing you, the need to show Ari how grateful you were for him, for everything he did for you, for the way he stood up for you to his friend. Your hips began rocking on his lap almost of their own accord while you stared into your trucker’s handsome face.

Meanwhile, the conversation on the CB radio continued, the other truckers not knowing how Ari’s furious defense had affected you.

“I’m with Levinson’s girl, she sounds like a keeper, Jake,” Andy said, his voice low and gruff. “I’d give anything for an eager little bunny to suck my cock right now.” He groaned in a filthy way that made you think he was touching himself, which only turned you on more, a new gush of arousal coating Ari’s cock beneath you.

Your hips rolled faster and you moaned low in your throat at the feeling of Ari’s stiff length rubbing against your inner walls. You tried to spread your legs wider so you could force yourself down further on his cock, but there wasn’t any room on the driver’s seat and you whined pathetically.

Ari chuckled, his firm palm pressing against your lower back to still you. With his other hand, he flipped on his turn signal, merging into the lane to exit the freeway.

“Can’t help ya with that, but I can give you boys a different kind of entertainment,” Ari suggested, his voice casual and good-natured, like he was offering to host a respectable get together at his place. However, you knew your trucker well enough to know he had something much filthier in mind.

It seemed the others knew him well, too, because there was a chorus of voices urging him on.

Ari grinned smugly as he maneuvered the big rig into the parking lot of a strip mall just off the interstate, parking away from other cars, giving the two of you as much privacy as he could. Once the truck was parked, Ari wasted no time, bringing a hand up to wrap around the front of your throat, holding you in his tight grip while he stared into your eyes.

“Beg me to hurt you,” Ari ordered, his voice a menacing growl. “Beg me, cock slut.”

Wetness already soaked Ari’s cock and yet your body still found more to leak until your cunt was flooded and you were nearly whining with need. Your hips moved in idle little rolling motions as you opened your mouth to follow Ari’s order as obediently as you always did.

“Levinson,” Andy hissed, a warning in his tone, like he was about to tell off your trucker for being so mean to you. But you only smiled, staring into Ari’s eyes as you spoke over the other man.

“Slap my face, daddy,” you whimpered pathetically, squirming desperately in his lap, feeling his cock shift deep inside your pussy and needing more, so much more. “Please, slap me—make it hurt, daddy, please!”

The loud cracking sound of Ari’s palm connecting with your cheek ricocheted through the cab of his rig before the searing sting of the hit zinged through your body. Pain devolved into warm pleasure and an obscene moan fell from your lips, your cunt squeezing around Ari’s cock where he was lodged deep inside you.

“Thank you, daddy!” you cried out, lifting yourself up Ari’s length before sliding back down. Your words dissolved into a moan as you started riding your trucker, fucking him hard and fast, slamming your body down on his cock so hard you could feel the end of him battering against your cervix, which only made you clench around him more.

“That shouldn’t be so fucking hot,” Andy groaned, sounding like he was in pain.

You were certain he was touching himself, rubbing his cock to the sound of Ari hurting you and feeling guilty about it. Something about that just turned you on more, and you moaned louder, putting on a little bit of a show for Ari’s trucker friends.

“I think I’m gonna come in my pants,” Jake huffed, his tone filled with awe. There were other grunts coming from the CB radio that you thought might be Bodecker, or whoever else was in the channel.

You smirked smugly, and caught Ari’s eye. He was grinning broadly, a sparkle of pride in his gaze as he stared at you. Between the words of his friends and the way he was looking at you, you felt emboldened, so you tugged your shirt up, baring your body to your trucker’s greedy gaze.

“Abuse my tits, daddy,” you cried on a gasp, still fucking yourself hard on Ari’s cock as you begged for more. “Hurt me, please—I’m your filthy little fucktoy, daddy, use me however you want, please, please, please!”

A ferocious snarl tore from Ari’s mouth as he surged forward, shoving you back against the steering wheel with his hand around your neck, giving himself plenty of room to do exactly as you’d begged.

“Gonna make you scream, kiddo,” Ari rumbled, a fierce intensity glimmering in his blue eyes. His big hand groped and slapped your tits, the sound of his palm connecting with your skin ringing through the cab and in your ears. “Let daddy’s friends hear how good he fucks you—how good he hurts you.” Ari’s fingers pinched your nipple hard enough to make you shriek, tears springing to your eyes and trickling down your cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it, cry for me, baby—you know how hard daddy gets when you cry on his cock.”

Ari’s encouragement only made you sob, tears streaming down your face while he took over fucking you, his hips shoving up from the seat to bury his fat cock in your cunt over and over again. It was too much and perfect all at once and all you could was babble while your trucker showered you in glorious pain and overwhelming bliss.

“Oh god, daddy, daddy,” you whimpered, your words barely audible through your helpless moans of pleasure.

Your trucker liked that, a ferocious grin spreading across his face as he slapped your tits harder, tugging roughly on your nipples to make you cry out and sob some more. “That’s a good cock slut,” he rumbled in a patronizing tone. “Let ‘em hear who you belong to, sweetheart.”

Both your hands wrapped around the forearm pinning you to the steering wheel, not trying to stop Ari, but holding on for dear life as pain and pleasure swirled in a mind-blowing cacophony inside your body. The most pathetic sounds were coming from your mouth, desperate mewls and sobbing moans.

Ari had taken control of your body entirely, torturing your tits and nipples, choking your throat lightly so he didn’t cut off the sounds you were making, and fucking up into your cunt. His cock was so big and thick, driving into your tight hole like he meant to split you in half. Every time his cock battered against your cervix, you squealed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, all of the sensations swirling together into a tight knot of ecstacy at the center of your being.

All you could do was cling to Ari and babble, “Thank you, daddy, thank you, daddy—oh god, Ari, ‘m gonna come.”

Your trucker laughed meanly, which only made your pussy flutter helplessly around his thick cock. Using his hand wrapped around your throat, he dragged you close so he was right in your face, his expression twisted in fury and desire, the way it always was when he fucked you.

“Ya gonna come, cock whore?” he asked mockingly, his tone filled with fake sympathy. “Gonna come all over your filthy trucker’s cock while his filthy trucker friends hear how desperately you love being used and abused like a pathetic little fucktoy?”

“Yes, daddy, yes—god, yes!” You loved the way he talked to you with his cock deep in your cunt, and the fact that his friends could hear how much you loved it only made it hotter. Your inner walls were quivering with your impending release, and you could tell it would be devastating. You could feel the scream building in your lungs.

“Do it, kiddo,” Ari growled, his voice low and filthy and so fucking perfect in your ear. His palm skimmed down over your belly until his thumb found your clit. He rubbed the sensitive little nub in tight, ruthless circles. “Come all over daddy’s cock—scream for me, baby.”

The scream that tore from your throat was piercing and pure, the sound sharp and sweet even to your own ears, a sign of the absolute pleasure surging through your body. When you came, the knot in your center unfurled into wave after wave of bliss, the sensations so overwhelming, your body trembled violently. Ari’s tight grip on your throat was the only thing keeping you from jerking off his cock.

He grunted his own pleasure, still fucking you through your release. “Good cock sleeve, good fucktoy, good girl, baby,” Ari purred, losing himself in your body. The hand not wrapped around your throat grabbed your waist, holding you steady as he rutted into your cunt from below.

A moment later, the squeezing of your body tipped him over the edge and he groaned loudly, losing himself in your cunt. His hand on your waist pulled you down hard on his lap, until his cock was buried to the hilt and his come was erupting right against your cervix.

Desperate little whimpers and mewls spilled from your lips as you dragged out your release, rocking your hips on Ari’s cock and milking his length for every drop of come. He pulled you close, pressing you flush against his chest, your skin against his where his flannel shirt was unbuttoned, his chest hair soft against your aching nipples. You buried your hands in his thick hair, letting out a sob of relief as you collapsed into your trucker’s arms.

Ari shifted in his seat, leaning back so you were both more comfortable, the two of you enjoying the feeling of his softening cock still lodged in your pussy. Your trucker ran his hand down your spine, petting you in a way that was both possessive and appreciative. You hummed happily in response, your cheek pillowed on his beefy chest.

“That enough entertainment for you assholes?” Ari asked in a deep, languid voice. His question reminded you of his friends who were still listening in on the CB radio.

It occurred to you that you should feel shy or embarrassed, but you only felt entirely satisfied. And you hoped that your performance had satisfied all of Ari’s trucker friends, too. The idea of them stroking their dicks—of them coming all over their hands—to the sound of you being fucked made your cunt squeeze tightly around Ari’s softened cock.

“You’re livin’ the dream, man,” Jake said a little dreamily. His tone had a distinctly sated warmth to it, and you were fairly certain he’d either come in his pants like he’d said or had stroked himself to completion. “Can’t wait to get back to my girl and see what she sounds like when I finally sink into her pretty pussy.”

“You’re delusional, Jensen,” Lee growled, his voice gruffer and more gravelly than it had been earlier in the conversation. Pride fluttered in your chest at the certainty that even the cruelest and meanest of Ari’s friends had gotten off to you. “That girl’s never gonna be yours.”

“Leave him alone, Bodecker,” Andy rumbled before huffing a sigh of pleasure. “Just ‘cause no girl wants to subject themselves to your mean mug doesn’t mean the rest of us are doomed to a permanent relationship with our hands.”

You buried your face in Ari’s neck, muffling a self-satisfied giggle—not at Andy’s words, but at the knowledge that he’d gotten himself off just like the others. Ari’s hand stroked down your spine again. He seemed pleased about his friends’ reactions to you as well, and you had to wonder how far his exhibitionist streak extended.

“What about you, Barber,” Jensen cut in, clearly trying to prevent the dig at Lee from escalating into something more nasty. “You got anyone in your sights?”

“Not yet,” Andy said gruffly, like he was frowning. “But maybe soon.”

“I hope you find someone,” you murmured sleepily, hoping your voice carried to the radio so the other men could hear you. “I hope you all find someone—even Bodecker.”

There was a chorus of good-natured chuckles from the radio that made you smile and snuggle closer to Ari, taking advantage of the softness he allowed in the wake of his release. Ari’s hand stroked idly up and down your spine, warming your skin with his touch and helping you relax into him.

You dozed a little bit while the men continued chatting, the conversation swirling around you in a comforting hum of rumbling voices while you rested. After a little while, Ari said his goodbyes and switched off the radio, leaving the cab quiet save for your soft breaths and the steady drumming of your trucker’s heart beneath your cheek.

“Your friends are nice,” you whispered, still half asleep. You shifted your head, brushing a kiss to Ari’s neck, just beneath the line of his beard. Enjoying the rasp of his beard against your skin, you buried your face into its bushy warmth.

“Mm,” he hummed noncommittally.

“D’you ever meet up with the other truckers, and like hang out, or swap road stories?” you asked, genuinely interested. You were curious about everything when it came to Ari, and the short period after he came was the best time to ask him questions and actually get answers.

“Sometimes,” he rumbled. “The bar near Drysdale’s strip club, Everett’s place—I go there sometimes to shoot the shit.” Ari’s voice was softening, his breaths evening out as he settled in for a nap before getting back on the highway. “I’ve known the owner—Curtis—a long time. His business partner Lloyd, too.”

You wanted to ask more about who Lloyd was, and whether he and Curtis were Ari’s best friends, or if the truckers on the CB were his closest friends. But Ari had fallen asleep and you didn’t want to wake him. He didn’t get much sleep and what sleep he did get was usually at odd hours. So you contented yourself with staying quiet while he rested.

You figured you’d learn more about Ari’s friends eventually, and maybe you’d even meet some of them. He had decided to keep you after all, and it only made sense that you’d learn more about his life outside the rig he drove—and that included meeting your trucker’s friends at some point.

You didn’t know at the time how right you were. But when Ari brought you to meet Curtis and Lloyd, you’d learn your trucker was into more than just letting his friends listen while he fucked you—he was also into using your body as payment for some favors from his friends.

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trucker king (part 3)

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: ari levinson finally takes you home—to his home—and your relationship deepens.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, anal sex (f receiving), oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting, vaginal fisting, rough sex, sadism/masochism, choking, breathplay, dacryphilia, painplay, rough body play, rough breast/nipple play, orgasm delay, multiple orgasms, so much overstimulation, somnophilia, cock warming, hint of a breeding kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, heavy degradation, some praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), possessive sex, possessive behavior, aftercare, controlling behavior, referenced abduction, referenced sex as payment, stockholm syndrome, a mean hot man—please please please let me know if i forgot to tag something!!!

word count: 12.5k

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a short transitional chapter setting up the next part of the story but i love love love writing these two and i couldn't stop myself from writing about what their life would be like at home when they're not in ari's truck. i also wrote ari a little softer here than i was expecting, but he's still very much a mean, rough and filthy trucker so don't worry!!! ahhh i love him so much, i hope y'all do too!! (also sorry if the end feels kinda rushed 😅)

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After a few weeks on the road, Ari Levinson finally took you home—to his home. You were delighted to discover he lived in a cozy little bungalow in a beachside town somewhere on the East coast. As you climbed down from the rig with Ari’s help, the sun was rising over the sand dunes at the end of the street, casting the home in a warm, golden glow.

The dark cedar shake siding of Ari’s bungalow was shaded by greenery that was blooming from early spring rain and partially obscuring the house from the street. A low, weathered wooden fence ran around the property line, lined by shrubs and hedges, all of which looked well-maintained. There weren’t any flowers to be seen, giving the house a distinctly masculine appearance. But it was nice and neat, reminding you of the way Ari kept his truck.

Sand and gravel crunched beneath your feet as you started venturing away from the narrow, tree-shaded driveway where Ari had parked the truck cab, which he’d detached from the trailer when he’d finished his haul. You’d wanted to get a better look at the garden by the porch that ran across the entire front of the bungalow, but Ari’s hand shot out and circled your upper arm, pulling you back to him.

“Stay close, sweetheart,” he rumbled, giving you a sharp look that you knew was meant to drive his order home. There was still an undercurrent of distrust in Ari’s expression, his blue eyes guarded as he gathered his things from the truck and slung a bag of laundry over his shoulder. “Don’t want you getting any ideas about running off.”

Curling your fingers in the belt loop of Ari’s pants, you held onto him, tugging lightly so he always knew you were there while you admired his home and neighborhood some more. All the while, Ari watched you out of the corner of his eye.

You knew a part of him still expected you to try to run, and you would’ve huffed a frustrated sigh if you weren’t so curious about what exactly had made him so certain you would leave him. Even after a few weeks sharing the small confines of his truck and the little cot in the back, there was so much you didn’t know about Ari Levinson—and you were aching to find out.

For the moment, though, you let him gather up his things in peace. You had plenty of time to learn everything there was to know about your truck driver.

Humidity hung heavy in the air, warming it enough to make it pleasant, with a gentle breeze wafting down the street from the beach, carrying the salty tang of the ocean. The street was quiet, and you assumed Ari’s neighbors were still sleeping since it was just after sunrise.

Taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of sand and salt, feeling the first rays of the spring sun’s warmth, was all it took to fall in love with Ari’s home.

You hadn’t even gone inside, but you already felt more at home than you ever had in your shitty little apartment in the city. You couldn’t help yourself from imagining growing old with Ari in his cozy little bungalow by the beach, the two of you safe and happy in your home together. You knew it was foolish, especially when Ari still believed you had one foot out the door, but you were all in—and determined to make a future with your trucker.

The sharp snap of the truck door closing brought you back to the moment. Your fingers were still curled around Ari’s belt loop, so when he started walking toward the front door, you were tugged along.

“Y’know, your house would look nice with some flower boxes on the front porch,” you said as you quickened your pace to keep up with your trucker’s long legs. “Or by the fence.” You climbed the steps to the porch on Ari’s heels, noticing there wasn’t any outdoor furniture. “A porch swing might be nice, too,” you added offhandedly.

At the door, Ari was focused on his keys, but he shot you a wary look out of the corner of his eye. Otherwise, he gave no indication he’d heard your suggestions for home improvement. Instead, he pushed open the door and led you inside, your fingers still curled around his belt loop, like you were the one afraid of being left behind.

The interior of Ari’s home was similar to the exterior—warm, masculine, neat. The room was painted in a soft blue color, contrasting with dark wooden furniture. The house clearly had a pretty fresh coat of paint, and even though it hadn’t been remodeled in a couple decades, if ever, it was well-kept.

The front door opened up into a living room with a kitchen tucked off to the side. It was spartan, with the only furniture in the space being a small kitchen table with two chairs, a large overstuffed couch, coffee table, recliner chair and a huge TV mounted on the wall. There was nothing in the way of decoration, only the windows in the walls letting in plenty of light.

Ari dropped most of the things he brought in from the truck on the table, then led you through a doorway off the living room into the bedroom. Just like the other spaces, the bedroom was more economical than cozy, with simple furniture—a massive king-sized bed covered in black bedding, some side tables and a dark wooden dresser that acted as a TV stand for another huge flatscreen.

The back wall of the room was made up of mostly windows, all of which overlooked a neat and tidy back yard, with a shed in one corner opposite a detached garage at the end of the driveway. Disentangling yourself from Ari’s belt loop, you spun in a circle, giving Ari’s home another look now that you’d seen most of it.

It needed some work, you decided, to make it truly feel like a home, but you were just the person to do it.

Ari opened one of the doors off the bedroom, revealing a small room that doubled as a walk-in closet and laundry room. You realized the last door, tucked into the back corner of the room, must’ve been a bathroom.

You were distracted from exploring that last little bit of Ari’s house when he dumped the bag of laundry he’d brought in and began stripping out of his clothes.

It was the first time you truly got to look at Ari’s fully naked form—and he was glorious. Broad shoulders with a barrel chest covered in dark hair that you knew from experience was softer than his bristly beard. That hair trailed down over his soft tummy, which hid plenty of muscle that you’d felt beneath your fingertips.

Ari shoved his jeans down, toeing out of his boots and yanking everything off. Heat flushed through your body at the sight of Ari’s cock. Even soft, it was impressive, especially with how it looked framed by two thick, hairy thighs. You wanted to climb your trucker like a tree and rub all over him like a cat in heat, but your feet were rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but look at your man with a mix of awe and desire.

“C’mere, baby,” Ari rumbled, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he crooked two fingers in your direction. His command spurred your feet into action; you scampered across the bedroom and into your trucker’s arms, his smirk deepening at your eagerness.

“I really like your house,” you murmured while he made quick work of divesting you of your clothes—his t-shirt and sweatpants. He seemed distracted by your body, with every inch and curve of you on display for him and his greedy hands.

“Yeah?” he asked faintly, his palms smoothing over your shoulders then down your sides, groping at your hips. His eyes flicked up to yours, that wary look back in his gaze. “Next thing you’re gonna tell me, you wanna stay here,” his throat worked as he swallowed. “With me.”

There was a vulnerability in Ari’s eyes you’d never seen before. Without questioning your instincts, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your soft body against his much sturdier one. You held his gaze as you spoke slowly, assuredly, making sure he heard you and what you were saying.

“I do want to stay here with you, Ari,” you said, allowing honest emotion to seep into your tone. “I want to go on the road with you, too—I want to be with you.” Your fingers curled in the soft hair at the nape of Ari’s neck while you stared deep into his beautiful eyes, willing him to believe you.

Despite your confession and your honesty, Ari’s gaze was still guarded, but his hands squeezed your hips so tightly, it felt like he was begging you to convince him. You knew he’d never beg with words, but you were certain you knew your trucker well enough to read his body. And he wanted you to continue, so you did.

“Look, Ari,” you said softly, holding his gaze and gently playing with his hair. “Before you, I didn’t have much—a drafty apartment, a job I hated and a boyfriend who hated me but was happy to use me.”

At the mention of your ex, Ari’s gaze darkened. In spite of his obvious anger, your heart soared because you knew it meant something that Ari hated your ex so much. But you didn’t want to dwell on that asshole, so you quickly continued on.

“What I’m trying to say is, you saved me from a lonely existence,” you said, a sad smile playing at the edges of your lips. Ari’s hands held you tighter and you pressed closer, tilting your head back to hold his gaze. “So you’re stuck with me as long as you’ll have me.” You closed the distance between the two of you and pressed a soft kiss to Ari’s lips.

When you pulled away, emotion was roiling in Ari’s eyes so that they looked like a stormy ocean. His hold on you shifted, one arm banding around your lower back to hold you pinned to his body, his other hand coming up to circle the front of your throat, not squeezing but holding you firmly so he could keep staring into your eyes.

“You never should’ve gotten in my truck, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice more gravel than softness. “Because I’m never letting you go.” You could feel Ari’s cock hardening between your bodies, the stiff length trapped against your tummy. “And you’re never leaving me—not ever,” Ari growled, his fingers tightening around your throat like just the thought made him furious. “If you even try, I’ll break your fucking legs and chain you up so you can’t fucking leave.”

You knew it shouldn’t turn you on to hear Ari threaten you like that, with violence and imprisonment, but your body heated nonetheless, wetness gathering between your thighs. A sinful smile curled the corners of your mouth and your eyes went heavy-lidded as you stared up at your trucker.

“Promise?” you asked in a teasing tone, barely suppressing a laugh.

Ari’s expression darkened, with desire rather than fury, and he squeezed his hand around your throat, choking you lightly as he started walking you backward into the bedroom. Your steps were light on the hardwood floor of his room, your heart buoyant in your chest. Ari’s voice was a deep growl as he spoke, his eyes alight with the promise of wicked sins.

“You’re just as unhinged and fuckin’ depraved as I am, aren’tcha, baby?”

You giggled as Ari threw you down on the bed, bouncing a little on the soft mattress, your hands reaching back to catch yourself and grabbing onto the fluffy comforter. Your tits bounced and caught your trucker’s eye. Ari stared at the movement of your body almost like he was entranced.

“Yes I am, daddy,” you said proudly throwing your shoulders back and sticking your chest out for Ari. If your trucker wanted to admire your body, you’d make it as easy for him as possible, without any ounce of shame in your heart.

Using his knees to spread your legs open, Ari climbed onto the bed, covering your body with his larger form, his hands sliding up your sides to your chest. His big palms and dextrous fingers groped and squeezed the soft flesh of your tits, making your breathing turn into desperate pants.

“You’re a filthy fucking slut, baby,” he rumbled offhandedly as he lowered his mouth to your chest. Ari’s beard rasped against your soft skin, a rough contrast to the softness of his mouth latching onto your nipple.

“You love it, daddy,” you said, your giggle dissolving into a gasp when Ari sucked hard on your tit. His tongue laved over the tight peak he’d created, and a low moan slipped from your lips, your fingers diving into Ari’s soft hair to hold him to your chest.

Your trucker grunted—the closest thing you’d get to a response when he’d clearly moved on from the conversation—and suckled harder on your nipple, dragging his tongue over the sensitive point until you groaned like you were in pain. Your body squirmed beneath Ari’s broad frame, but he held you pinned to the bed with his weight and his hands.

Ari seemed unconcerned with your responses, focused instead on taking long drags from your nipples with his mouth, holding you right where he wanted even when you were arching up off the bed at the pleasurable tugging sensation. You felt every pull of Ari’s mouth in your clit, the bundle of nerves buzzing between your thighs as your trucker lavished your tits with more attention than they’d seen the entire time you were on the road with him.

All you could do was wind your fingers in his hair, pulling and tugging on the soft strands while Ari sucked on your tits, his mouth and tongue working over your chest until you were gasping with pleasure. But, though he alternated between your tits, he kept up his rough treatment of your tight nipples and soft breasts, pinching your sensitive points and groping your aching flesh, until it bordered on pain.

You were helpless beneath your trucker, an angry, pulsing throb of arousal growing between your thighs, even as the drag of Ari’s mouth began to hurt. He’d been nipping and biting and sucking on your tits long enough that pleasure gave way to overstimulated pain, but no matter how you begged, Ari didn’t stop his assault on your tits.

“Da-daddy, please,” you whimpered, your fingers tangled in Ari’s hair trying to pull him away from your chest. Pleasure and sharp pain tangled within your body, your hips squirming while your cunt ached to be filled. “Daddy, it hurts.” Even as you said the words, you knew they wouldn’t stop your trucker—they’d only spur him on, which made you flush hotter with arousal.

Proving you right, your words seemed to encourage Ari. He took a long, hard drag of the nipple in his mouth, pinching the other between two unrelenting fingers, making you scream for him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and spilled down your cheeks, your scream turning into soft little sobs as you cried through the pain and pleasure Ari was giving you.

“Good, cock whore,” he growled around a mouthful of your tit, his tongue rasping against your oversensitive peak until you were trembling beneath him. “Y’know daddy loves it when you cry for him.” When he finally let go of the nipple he’d pinched, you realized he only did it to slap your tit and make it bounce for him. The sight made Ari groan, and mumble a tortured, “Fuck,” before doing it again.

You cried out when the stinging pain ricocheted in your body, tangling with the pleasure of his tongue lapping against your other nipple. Even through the pain, your clit throbbed and your hips bucked beneath Ari’s big body.

“Daddy!” you sobbed, your hips rising from the bed, seeking relief, but all you had to grind against was Ari’s soft tummy. Though it felt good at first, the hair covering his stomach quickly grew too drenched with your desire to offer much friction for your needy clit.

Your trucker went back to sucking on your tits while you humped against him, your cunt slipping over Ari’s stomach as you both grew messier and messier from your arousal. It coated your thighs and his belly, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when he was still sucking your tits and nipping at your skin. It dragged you to the edge of a monumental release, but without enough stimulation to your clit or cunt, you never tipped over.

You didn’t know how long Ari spent torturing your tits, abusing your nipples until they ached with more pain than pleasure. You floated in a sea of overwhelming sensations, hovering on the edge of your release for an unfathomable amount of time.

Until finally, Ari gave one last suckle to each of your nipples and raised up, his darkened blue eyes roving over your pleasure and pain drunk body. A self-satisfied smirk spread across his face.

“Had enough, sweetheart?” he asked in patronizing condescension.

You were whimpering and sniffling against the tears that were still trickling down your cheeks when Ari leaned up to lick them from your face, his tongue rough against your sensitive skin. You mewled pitifully at the sensation and Ari groaned like the sound brought him physical pleasure.

“I need to abuse your tits more often, baby,” Ari rumbled, his lips catching more tears as they spilled from your eyes. “Ya make the prettiest fucking sounds when I hurt you.” He nuzzled his nose against the side of your face, kissing your cheek lightly, a softness in the gesture that nearly took your breath away.

“Daddy,” you cried quietly, wrapping your arms around Ari’s shoulders and pulling him close. Your aching nipples brushed against the soft hair on his broad chest, but even that little bit of sensation had you sobbing, your swollen lips babbling, “Daddy, daddy.”

“That’s it, kiddo, cry for daddy,” Ari rumbled, his mouth ghosting over your lips like he wanted to drink down the sound of your cries. He pressed his thick, stiff cock into your belly, making both of you groan with want. “Ya make me so fucking hard when you cry, cock slut.”

A whine tumbled past your lips and your body squirmed beneath Ari’s larger form, trying to line up his cock with your aching cunt. Unfortunately for you, your trucker wasn’t anywhere near done torturing you. He had too many other ideas to let you sink down on his cock just yet.

Pressing one last kiss to the apple of your cheek and licking a salty tear from your skin, Ari rose above you and shifted down your body. He dragged his beard down the valley between your breasts, licking the undersides of your tits before sinking his teeth into the softness of your belly. It felt like he was devouring your body as he worked his way down to the place where you needed him most.

Finally, he settled his big body between your spread thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders before glancing up and giving you a wolfish grin.

“I’ve wanted to suck your tits and eat your cunt since the day I picked you up, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes dropping to your soaking pussy. Your heart raced in your chest and your thighs trembled under the weight of his gaze. “This cunt is mine, and I’m not coming up for air until I’ve had my fill—d’you hear me, cock whore?” His tone turned hard on those last few words as he flicked his eyes back up to yours, daring you to protest. “If you gotta cry, then cry, but I’m not stopping until I’m done, got it?”

For a moment, you were almost too stunned to respond, but then you managed to nod your head and murmur, “Yes, Ari.” Your voice was hoarse from how much you’d cried already and a little part of you worried for how much more you’d cry if he ate your cunt with the same selfish, greedy desire with which he’d sucked your tits.

“That’s a good cock whore,” Ari rumbled, his eyes falling back to stare at your dripping slit. He spread your lower lips with his fingers, making your breath hitch as his breath ghosted over you sensitive skin. “All ya gotta do is lay there for me and take it.”

His thumb teased your clit by flicking lightly against the tip and watching as your whole body twitched. His blue eyes caught yours again, his mouth twisting in a cruel smirk.

“You can do that, can’t ya, sweetheart?” he asked in that deliciously condescending tone. “You’re so good at earning your keep on your back for me, aren’t ya, baby?”

Ari’s tone was mean and patronizing at the same time, and it only made your pussy flood with even more arousal, your cunt throbbing for attention. Your body squirmed and your lips parted to respond, but your words were swallowed by a moan when Ari dove forward, burying his face between your thighs and eating you out like a starved man.

“Daddy!” you cried, your fingers sliding into Ari’s hair and holding on tight. His mouth slipped against your swollen lower lips, his tongue thrusting deep into your hole while his nose bumped your clit and his beard rasped over your thighs. It was all too much after your trucker had deprived you for so long.

Ari wrapped his lips around your aching, needy clit and sucked hard, dragging your release out of the depths of your soul. Your back arched up off the bed, your head thrown back, a scream tearing past your lips as you shattered apart. It was pleasure like you’d never experienced it, all the time Ari spent edging you compounding to overwhelm you with wave after wave of bliss.

Aside from a pleasured groan from Ari as he drank down your arousal, though, your trucker didn’t acknowledge your release, just kept up his relentless assault on your cunt. There was no easing down for you, not when Ari seemed to redouble his efforts like he wanted you to scream for him until you had no voice left.

Like your tits, Ari ravished your cunt with his tongue and teeth, his mouth never ceasing to eat your pussy as he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of your body. Your mind frayed at the edges, your cries for him devolving from words into senseless sounds, your body growing slick with sweat at the effort it took to come so many times.

Pleasure gave way to overstimulated pain, which wobbled back incomprehensibly to pleasure again when Ari thrust two fingers deep into your cunt. Your grip in his hair weakened, your body growing more and more exhausted with each earth-shattering release your trucker insisted on pulling from you. Your chest heaved and you fought to keep your eyes open, black nothingness creeping in around the edges of your vision.

“Ari,” you whimpered, a shaky hand smacking at the arm he’d banded over your lower stomach to keep you pinned to the bed—not that he’d needed it for the last half hour he’d spent eating your pussy while you’d lay limply beneath him. “Ari, please.”

“Not done yet, baby,” he growled, glaring up your body at your pleading expression. “Daddy’s nowhere near done ruining this cunt, so don’t even think about begging me to stop.” He sucked hard on your puffy, swollen clit, making you tilt your head back, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried out hoarsely.

Not long after, you succumbed to your body’s exhaustion and passed out, your mind drifting away into the darkness of relief. It was a much-needed break from all the sensations Ari forced upon your body, your mind blissfully blank.

You didn’t know how long you languished in the darkness, just like you had no idea how long Ari had spent torturing your tits or tormenting your cunt.

Even in the darkness where you rested, you knew Ari was still using your body to his heart’s content. He’d been trapped in a truck with you for weeks without getting a chance to taste your cunt and he was ravenous. It didn’t matter that you weren’t conscious, he was going to keep on eating you out until he’d had his fill.

Ari eventually dragged you ruthlessly from your respite and you woke to the feeling of something gushing out of you. You shrieked in surprise, your arms and legs flailing against the weight of your trucker’s body as humiliation flooded through your body. You thought you’d wet yourself.

Looking down your body, you found Ari grinning and drinking down the juices squirting from your body. He had two fingers hooked deep in your cunt, rubbing against a spot inside you that lit up every nerve inside you. Belatedly, you realized what Ari had done—he’d made you squirt. For the first time ever.

The thought was fleeting, quickly consumed by the pleasure your trucker was coercing from your being with his hands and mouth. Your head fell back against the bed and you screamed your lungs out, Ari pounding away at your cunt with his fingers and wringing more essence from your body.

“Knew you’d be a squirter,” Ari crowed, lifting himself up on one hand so he could catch your eye. A smirk filled to the brim with arrogant male satisfaction curved his mouth as he stared down at you. “You were born for this, baby,” he went on, his eyes darkening with intensity. “Born to be my filthy little fucktoy—that’s why you were put on this earth, isn’t it, cock whore?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breaths coming in fast little pants as you gasped for enough air to be able to form words. Ari’s fingers were slowly working in and out of your pussy, which was so overstimulated, you were nearly numb. Still, your inner walls were fluttering helplessly around him as he eked out the last dregs of pleasure from your release.

“Y-yours,” was the only word to slip past your lips, your tongue tripping over the single syllable. It was an answer to his question, but it was also a vow of loyalty. The vulnerability in the whispered word was the first hint at the depth of your feelings for the man above you.

Ari’s eyes flared, something dark and depraved that had been buried deep inside your trucker coming to the surface. His ring finger joined the two others already pumping deep into your pussy and he looked a little wild as a dirty grin spread across his face.

“You’re mine and you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, an undertone of ferocity in his tone. “You’d even let me see if I can fit my whole fist in this tight cunt of yours, huh, baby?”

Your eyes flew wide as your heart raced faster, your mouth parting to voice your uncertainty, but your protest died on your lips when Ari added a fourth finger to your cunt. The feeling of him stretching your aching hole had intense, heated pleasure washing through your body. There was a slight sting of pain, but it only made the pleasure stand out in sharper relief and you gasped for air.

It took a long moment for you to gather your thoughts from where they’d been scattered across Ari’s bedspread, your fingers digging into the soft cotton of the blanket to keep yourself grounded. You licked your lips and focused your gaze on your trucker.

You were messy from your innumerable releases, your body aching and exhausted from everything Ari had done to you, but you still felt desperately empty. You wanted him inside you, you wanted him to live out his wicked fantasy with you—him wanting it made you want to give it to him. You never would’ve expected the idea would turn you on, but in that moment, the thought of Ari fucking you with his fist made you nearly feral with desire.

Licking your dry lips, you held Ari’s gaze as you finally nodded and answered his question.

“Do it,” you whispered, your voice low and husky from all the crying and screaming you’d done. “See if it can fit—see if you can ruin my tight pussy with your fist, daddy.”

It was Ari’s turn for his eyes to widen, though only for the briefest of seconds. Then they were darkening, his pupils blowing wide as you proved, yet again, that you were his perfect, perverted match. His chuckle was dark and sinful, the sound as much assurance as any words that he planned to defile you and keep you as his corrupted little fucktoy for a very long time.

“That’s my good girl,” he rumbled, dropping his focus down to where his four fingers were still pumping lazily in and out of your hole. He started fucking you harder, not speeding up, but working your pussy more intentionally, spreading his fingers and forcing you to stretch around them. “Such a shameless little cock slut—so desperate to be filled you’ll even let me fill you with my fist.”

The sounds of your sopping pussy being fucked by his fingers were obscene, the loud squelching made possible by how soaking wet you’d gotten when Ari made you squirt for him. You were too far gone to feel any ounce of embarrassment—it was too fucking filthy, the noises of your cunt getting fucked filling your ears and making you flood even more around Ari’s fingers.

“That’s it, baby, I can feel your cunt gushing for me,” Ari rumbled, his gaze focused on where his fingers were plunging inside you. He tucked his thumb into his hand and added it to the rest as he worked you pussy open. “Can’t wait to see your pretty little cunt stretched around my fist, fucktoy—christ.” He bit off his words in a curse as your hole stretched for him, practically sucking on his hand and begging him to plunge further inside.

Meanwhile, all you could do was thrash your head from side to side, your fingers gripping the blanket so tightly you were in danger of losing feeling in them. Your legs were splayed wide open around Ari’s broad body, your thighs trembling, your tits bouncing with every determined thrust of his fingers.

“Da-ddy,” you moaned brokenly, your hips bearing down on his hand, nearly taking all of it inside you. When he didn’t push inside, you let out a sob, tears trickling down your temples. You felt so empty, all you could think about was how good it’d feel to be full of Ari’s big, thick fist. “Need it, daddy, need your fist—please,” you whined in a hoarse, desperate whimper.

“Fuck yeah, cock whore, beg for my fucking fist,” Ari growled, shoving his hand harder against the opening of your cunt, pounding against the entrance with wicked determination. “Gonna train your hole to take it so I can bury my cock in your tight little ass and feel you fucking choke my dick with my fist in your cunt—how’s that sound, baby?”

At that moment, Ari’s big fist finally pushed past the last of your pussy’s resistance, shoving his thick hand into your fluttering cunt and making you scream. It was a broken, raspy cry, your throat too overused to manage anything more. Your mind blanked as your body processed the feeling of overwhelming fullness, the stinging pain of the stretch and, as a pleasurable heat radiated through your limbs, you decided you liked it. You really liked it.

An indecent moan tumbled from your lips, and it took a moment to realize that the new pulses of pleasure coming from your cunt were the result of Ari rubbing your clit with his thumb in lazy little circles. With a great amount of effort, you wrenched your eyelids open, finding your trucker kneeling between your spread legs, his eyes alight with a depraved desire as he watched your face.

When he saw you open your eyes, he smirked and rumbled, “There’s my filthy whore.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a groan of pleasure as Ari began moving his hand inside you, fucking you slowly with his fist, making you feel every inch of him in your body.

“You really are a gross, disgusting little thing, aren’t you baby?” Ari asked, his tone almost conversational, if not for the gruffness that belied his own arousal. Without pausing to let you even try to respond, he went on. “You begged a filthy trucker like me to fist your tight little cunt and now you’re getting off on it—you’re gonna come from letting me abuse your sweet little hole, huh?”

“Yuh huh, uh huh,” was all you could manage in response, your mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to form real words. Other parts of your body still worked, though, your hips rocking against Ari’s fist, fucking yourself on his hand while he shoved in and out of your cunt.

Your mindlessness only seemed to amuse Ari, who laughed at your braindead sounds as he leaned down over you so you were staring up into his handsome face. He was the only thing you could see, your vision narrowed to the glint in his blue eyes, the curve of his smirking mouth, and you had the wild thought that your trucker wasn’t just your king, but your god.

Something shifted in Ari’s gaze, like he was flinching away from the devotion in your expression. But your trucker wasn’t one to show weakness, and when he did, it made him angry. Suddenly, his face twisted with rage and he started fucking you harder, the thrusting of his fist in your cunt nearly punishing.

“You deserve this, baby,” he growled. “You got in my truck and you stayed in my truck, then you came home with me,” he seethed like he was outraged at you for what you’d done. His whole expression darkened with fury as he pounded into your cunt with his fist. “You asked for this, so you fucking deserve to be used like a gross little fucktoy by a dirty trucker like me.”

Ari’s thumb rubbed your puffy, abused clit, fucking you with his fist buried in your cunt, and your entire world splintered apart. Your mouth opened wide in a silent scream as your entire body went taut, your pussy clenching down so hard on Ari’s hand that he couldn’t move it anymore—but his thumb never stopped rubbing your clit. The most intense orgasm of your life dragged on and on, waves of pleasure crashing through your body until your vision whited out entirely.

It was with a fierce determination that you clawed your way back to awareness, the sight of Ari’s face limned in golden light the first thing you saw.

“Thank you, god,” you mumbled, barely knowing what you were saying or why. All you knew was that you enjoyed the deep rumble of Ari’s low laughter, his mood shifting as swiftly as the wind.

“You did well, baby,” Ari murmured, kissing your swollen and clumsy lips. It was like his fury had been swept away by the ocean of your pleasure, and you were left reeling a little. However, you were quickly distracted by the feeling of him carefully pulling his hand from your pussy.

You groaned into his mouth at the emptiness he left behind, and he swallowed the sound down, still laughing lightly at your mindlessness. But Ari’s sweetness didn’t last long, his own desire apparent in the way he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth and taking control.

“Now it’s my turn,” he muttered darkly when he pulled away. Your sluggish mind didn’t know what to make of his words until he was rolling you over onto your stomach. You flopped down on a stretch of clean, dry bedspread and sank into it, inhaling the barest hint of Ari’s musky scent, relaxing even more on instinct.

You felt Ari’s wet knuckles graze your ass and then he was spreading you open, the broad tip of his cock pushing against your tight rosebud. You could feel he was slick and imagined he’d used the fist that had been inside you to coat himself in your juices. Slowly, he sank into your body, getting no resistance from your tightest hole because you were too exhausted to clench up.

“That’s it, filthy slut, take daddy’s cock like a perfect little fucktoy,” he grunted as he plunged inside. When he was buried to the root, he grunted his pleasure. Already you could feel his length twitching, the many hours of edging himself catching up to Ari. “Just lay there and let daddy use you—it’s the least ya can do for me, sweetheart, for how many times I made you come.”

You huffed a tired laugh at that, knowing Ari made you come so many times for his amusement more than your own. Still, you couldn’t help but notice that his voice didn’t sound as mean and ruthless as it normally did. You weren’t sure if it was your own exhaustion or if he was actually softening a little bit, but you were too tired to ruminate on it, instead focusing on how good it felt for Ari to fuck your ass.

It wasn’t long before your trucker was groaning in your ear and pounding into your ass, the sound of his skin smacking against your own filling the room.

You were wrung out, exhausted and had come more times than you could count, but Ari forced one last release from you, his fingers digging beneath your body and rubbing your abused clit until you were sobbing and shuddering through one final release, your clenching ass milking every last drop of come from your trucker’s balls as he spilled inside you.

Then, you let the darkness overtake you again, falling willingly into its restful embrace knowing you were safe at home with your trucker.

When you came to, you were surrounded by warmth, the familiar scent of Ari enveloping you. His bare chest was pressed to your back, his arms circling your body and holding you close. For once, you were sitting in his lap and his cock wasn’t inside you.

Drowsily, you blinked your eyes open, finding you and Ari were submerged in a large bathtub in the bathroom you hadn’t seen yet. The warm, golden light of sunset was filling the room and you took in your surroundings. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom wasn’t modern, though you couldn’t say how old it was. Still, it was neat and much cleaner than any of the bathrooms you’d used while on the road.

Stretching your limbs languidly, you delighted in the slight soreness in your body, feeling like you’d been put through an intense workout, though nothing you couldn’t handle. Your skin felt lightly chafed, like Ari had scrubbed you down in the perfectly heated water—and based on the pruning of your fingers, you’d been in the bath long enough for him to have cleaned you both.

Relaxing back into Ari’s arms, you hummed softly with contentment and craned your neck against his shoulder to press a kiss to the underside of his beard, just along the freshly trimmed edge.

“Did you mean it?” your trucker asked in gruff, gravelly voice, like he was dredging the words up from the very depths of his dark heart.

You made a questioning sound, burying your face in his beard and nuzzling your mean and no-longer-filthy trucker. It surprised you how much you missed the muskiness of his scent when he’d been on the road and unable to bathe as much. You pushed that thought aside and refocused on Ari.

“When you said you wanted to stay,” he clarified, “Did you mean it?”

“I did,” you answered simply, curling up and turning your body so you could lay your cheek against Ari’s chest. His heartbeat sounded a little unsteady in his ribcage, faster than usual. You placed your palm over his sternum, the gesture meant to be comforting, as you asked, “Do you think you’ll ever believe it?”

A frustrated sound rumbled deep in Ari’s chest and his arms tightened around you. “I’m trying,” he rasped, the sound desperate, almost pleading. He cleared his throat before repeating himself in a calmer tone, “I’m trying.”

Sitting up, you cupped Ari’s face in both your hands, your fingers scratching lightly through the beard along his jaw in the way you knew he liked. With a faint smile curling your lips, you stared into your trucker’s eyes, willing him to hear the words you were about to say.

“You’re my king, Ari,” you said in a quiet, but determined tone. “I live to serve you—and I’m happy to do so.”

Ari’s gaze roved over your expression for a long moment before his mouth curved into an arrogant smirk.

“Does that mean you’ll do anything I want, baby?” he asked, a familiar mocking seeping into his tone. “You gonna stay with me and let me do all the gross, disgusting things I want to your body?” His voice was almost warm, and you couldn’t help the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

An impish smile spread across your face and it was with great effort that you held back a giggle.

“Yes, daddy,” you said in the most serious tone you could manage, which wasn’t very serious at all with your mouth widening into a happy grin.

Ari pulled you in close with his arms around your waist and he captured your mouth in a searing kiss. It was slow and heated, quickly burning brighter and faster. His tongue slipped past your lips, staking a claim on your body as well as your heart and soul.

You knew it would take Ari time to truly believe you weren’t going anywhere, but you also knew you were going to enjoy every moment of proving to him that you wanted to stay with him. And while you were at his house, you planned to do everything in your power to show your trucker that you wanted to be a part of his life—that you were eager to build a life together with him.

You were determined to make his home your home, and be a safe harbor for his heart, just like he was for yours.

In the week that followed your first day at home with Ari, you learned quite a lot about your trucker that you never would have on the road.

For instance, you were shocked to discover that Ari cooked—and he cooked well. Which was good because you were hopeless in the kitchen, though that didn’t stop him from putting you to work.

While he chopped veggies and seared steaks, you kept Ari company. That meant you did whatever Ari wanted you to do to amuse him. Sometimes he sat you on the counter and fed you bites of what he was making, asking your opinion on it, which you gave honestly.

More often than not, though, Ari liked putting you on your knees on the unforgiving linoleum of his kitchen. He’d make you degrade yourself by humping against his leg, your mouth tasked with keeping his cock warm while he cooked.

Ari would chuckle at the desperate little whines that would slip from your lips when he stepped away to grab something from the fridge. He’d move back to you slowly, taking his time before sliding his cock back inside your mouth, filling you up while his leg pressed against your messy cunt.

“That’s a good cock whore,” he’d coo condescendingly, patting your head before going back to what he was doing.

You always knew when dinner was almost ready because Ari would fuck your mouth, shoving his cock deep into your throat despite the way you choked and gagged on his hard length. Your head would bang against the cabinets at your back until Ari grabbed your head with both hands, holding you still while you skull-fucked you until he emptied his balls into your mouth.

When he was done, he’d wrap a hand around your throat and drag you up from the floor, a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his lips. You’d take care of his cock for him, gently putting it back in his pants and zipping him up while he stared deep into your eyes, which would be hazy with unslaked need.

“Did you enjoy your appetizer, kiddo?” he’d ask meanly, pressing two fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue, making sure you swallowed every drop of his come.

“Yes, daddy,” you’d mumble around his fingers, the corners of your mouth curling in a sweet smile.

It’d always make Ari chuckle, his hands releasing you before swatting your ass lightly and sending you to sit at the table while he finished making dinner.

Everything Ari cooked was delicious, and you ate it eagerly. The nights when you sat down to dinner with the taste of his come on your tongue were your favorite. Somehow, eating his food with his come in your belly made it all the more satisfying.

A few days after Ari brought you home, he took you shopping for new clothes to replace the wardrobe you’d left behind when he took you. It was a relief to get some clothes of your own, but since Ari had taken your phone and wallet that first night and never returned them, he was the one paying. And since he was paying, he insisted he should have final say over everything you bought.

You weren’t all that surprised to learn that Ari wanted to put you in the sluttiest outfits he could find. He picked out short skirts that barely covered your ass, thin tops that left little about your tits to the imagination, and tight, tiny dresses that made you look like you worked at a strip club.

The clothes Ari liked were a far cry from what you typically wore, but you found you didn’t mind them as much as you would’ve expected. It helped that Ari’s eyes flared with arousal whenever you tried on one of the slutty dresses he’d picked out.

While you put on a fashion show in the changing room, he had to adjust himself every time you came out in a new outfit, and yet you could still see his thick bulge pressing against his zipper. It gave you a rush of pride and power, and it made you love everything he’d picked out for you.

Still, you found your eyes drifting to some pretty floral dresses. They weren’t anything like the slutty clothes Ari had gravitated to, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting something soft and sweet to wear sometimes.

If Ari saw you looking at the dresses, you didn’t know it.

A few hours into your shopping trip, you noticed Ari hadn’t bought you any bras or underwear and when you asked your trucker about it, he told you he didn’t want you wearing them. They’d just get in his way.

You were looking at some sexy lingerie, and you held it up, turning to your trucker and asking, “Wouldn’t you like to see me in a pretty, lacy little matching set, all dolled up just for you, daddy?” A teasing smile curved your lips, but your trucker didn’t seem swayed.

“I like seeing you in my shirts or nothing at all,” Ari said, nothing but genuine honesty in his voice as his eyes raked down your body. You knew from the heat of his gaze that he was picturing you dressed how he’d said—wearing one of his t-shirts or flannels, or wearing nothing at all.

Your heart stuttered in your chest before it began galloping, his words, which were almost nice, sinking in and making you desperate to show him how much you appreciated them. Tossing the lingerie aside, you dragged Ari into the dressing room and pushed him down onto the bench in one of the stalls.

While you bounced on his cock, he wrapped a hand around your throat, choking you hard and cutting off your air to keep you quiet enough not to get caught. He came with a quiet groan while you trembled through your own release, your cunt clenching his cock hard and eagerly taking all of his come.

When you were both sated, you kissed Ari hard, relishing the way his beard scraped against your cheeks. He held you pinned to his chest, kissing you back just as hard.

You stumbled out of the dressing room with beard burn on your cheeks and a dazed smile on your face, but you couldn’t care less if everyone in the store knew what you and your trucker had done. It had felt too good to defile the dressing room and thank him for his compliment.

It wasn’t until you got home and were putting away all the clothing Ari had purchased that you found some of the pretty floral dresses you’d eyed amid the haul. A smile stretched across your face and you quickly finished your task before you went looking for Ari to show him again how much you appreciated everything he did and said to take care of you and give you what you wanted.

You were only a little surprised to learn that Ari liked waking you up with his mouth on your pussy almost as much as he liked waking you up by pumping you full of come. He’d emptied himself into you most mornings while you were on the road, but he had nowhere to be while you were at home, and he enjoyed eating you out until you woke to the feeling of coming apart on his tongue.

Although Ari typically woke before you, there were a few rare occasions when you were up before him. You took full advantage, sneaking down his broad, hairy body before taking his soft cock into your mouth. You loved playing with him while he was sleeping, your mean trucker peaceful for a short time.

You’d gently lick and kiss and suckle on Ari’s cock, coaxing him to harden in your warm, wet mouth. You loved the feeling of him growing inside you, turning you on and making you wet as you worked his cock.

Those mornings were your only opportunity to really take your time worshipping your trucker’s cock the way you felt Ari deserved. When he was awake, he always needed to take control, setting the pace of how you sucked his cock, how he fucked you, all of it.

But when Ari was sleeping, you had all the power. And you chose to use it to worship at the altar of Ari’s cock and balls, lavishing them with your tongue and lips, getting them nice and wet and messy, covered in your drool mixing with his precum. You spent a long, long time suckling his sac gently in your mouth, feeling the weight of his balls on your tongue, before tracing every vein of his shaft until you’d committed it to memory.

You’d do everything you could to make sure Ari didn’t wake up, so you could play with his cock as long as you wanted. You knew that once he woke, he’d take over, and while you loved the way he dominated every bit of your body, you enjoyed worshipping him, too.

What you didn’t know was that Ari almost always woke long before he made it known to you. He’d lay there, pretending he was still asleep, and let you do whatever you wanted to his cock. It surprised him each time, not just that you were still in his bed, but that you were willingly sucking his cock. And not just sucking it, but adoring it.

For you, he could push down his need to dominate, at least for a little while.

Almost a week into being at Ari’s, you were surprised at how difficult it was to ask him for something you’d been thinking about since those first few nights in his rig. It took you some time, a few days of settling into a routine at Ari’s house, but one night after your trucker had fucked you six ways from Sunday, you gathered your courage to ask.

“Daddy, can I have a collar?”

As soon as the question slipped past your lips, you wished you could gather the words back up and hide them under your tongue. Silence hung between you and your trucker for a moment, and you hoped he’d already fallen asleep so he wouldn’t hear the thread of aching want in your tone.

Sure, Ari had shown you on a few occasions that he was willing to give you what you wanted—the floral dresses and the fact that he kept your favorite candy stocked in his house were proof enough. But you’d never explicitly asked him for anything. And you weren’t sure how he’d respond to a direct request.

“A collar?” Ari mumbled, stirring beneath you like he was dragging himself away from the edge of sleep.

He was laying on his back, his arm banded around your waist to hold your body sprawled across his broad chest. Your face was half smushed into his beefy pecs, your fingertips stroking idly through the dark hair that was slightly damp with sweat from the vigorous ways he’d fucked you.

Your fingertips stilled when you heard him speak, and you held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

“What d’ya want a collar for, kiddo?” he asked. His big arms dragged your body up his chest until your cheek was pressed to his mouth. He brushed a sleepy kiss to your skin, making you sigh happily.

His mouth worked against your cheek and the rasp of his beard drew a breathy giggle from your lips. It was so rare for Ari to be so sweet and playful, but if you sank into it, you’d never be able to answer his question. So you turned your face, burying it in Ari’s neck as you considered how to respond. Finally, you settled on the truth.

“I liked when you used your belt as a collar on me,” you murmured, referencing that first night in his rig. Your voice was quieter than a whisper, but since your mouth was so close to his ear, you knew Ari could hear you. “I liked when you tied me to you or tied me up inside the truck, and I…” You paused collecting your thoughts. “I want that again.”

Ari’s hands skimmed down the sides of your body and back up while he hummed a sound of acknowledgment. His thumbs brushed the edges of your nipples and you sucked in a sharp breath, but he didn’t seem to notice or care about the way his hands were warming your body with renewed desire.

“Let me get this straight,” he started, his voice roughened with almost-sleep and making him sound more menacing. That only served to stoke a new heat to life between your thighs. “You want to stay with me, but you want me to tie you up like I think you’re gonna run from me?” he rumbled, confusion clear in his voice. “I thought you wanted me to trust that you wanted to stay, baby?”

You turned your trucker’s words over in your mind trying to figure out where you’d gone wrong in your explanation. Lifting your head from where it had been buried in Ari’s neck, you let your gaze take in his expression, which was a little guarded and plenty confused. You shook your head slowly, your eyes holding his gaze.

“I want to wear something that marks me as yours, Ari,” you explained, choosing your words carefully, trying to express the desire buried deep in your heart. “I want to be bound to you forever, and I want something that reminds both of us of that bond.”

Ari tilted his head on the pillow where he lay, staring at you for a second before a grin tugged up the corners of his mouth, his blue eyes sparkling with playfulness. “Y’know, baby,” he drawled, his grin deepening into an almost mocking expression. “I think most girls would be askin’ for a ring and a wedding, not a collar.”

For a long moment, you were stunned by Ari’s words. You hadn’t even made the connection between your desire and the similarities to getting married. You hardly dared to imagine a day when your trucker would put a ring on your finger, so it was an immense surprise that he’d be the first to bring it up.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you dropped your head to his neck, burying your face in his beard. Before you could think better of it, you sank your teeth into Ari’s beard until they hit skin, biting down on your trucker until a growl rumbled in his chest. The vibrations and his chest hair teased your nipples into tight peaks, the heat between your thighs growing more insistent.

“You can give me a ring later, daddy,” you murmured in a husky voice when you finally pulled away from Ari’s beard. “Maybe in a couple years.” Your words were light and breathy as you laughed into the underside of his jaw.

Ari flipped you over with a growl, his hips slotting perfectly between your thighs, his hard cock sliding between the swollen and drenched folds of your cunt. “What the fuck have you done to me, woman?” he seethed, lining the head of his cock up with your tight hole and sliding inside without needing to reach down to guide it in.

His words were lost to the haze of your mind, pleasure overwhelming your body as he split you open on his big cock. All you could manage was to arch your spine and press down on his hard length, taking him deeper into the center of your being.

“Never thought about marriage or rings before,” he fumed, sounding like he was talking to himself. He might as well have been since the way he fucked you, roughly driving your body into the mattress, made it impossible for you to respond. “But a few weeks with you and I wanna make you mine in every fucking way possible.”

Each of Ari’s words were punctuated by a short, brutal thrust, his hips snapping into yours to bury his cock as deep in your cunt as possible. He fucked you like he was furious with you, and you loved it. You clung to his biceps as he pounded into you, your nails digging into his skin in a way that only made him fuck you harder, until tears sprang to your eyes at the delicious combination of pain and pleasure.

“Fine, baby, I’ll get you a collar,” Ari rumbled, ducking down to lick up the tears that splashed onto your cheeks, a rumbling groan of pleasure reverberating in his beefy chest. “I’ll get you a tag with my name on it.” His lips replaced his tongue as your trucker brushed sweet kisses to the apples of your cheeks while you cried harder, his cock pummeling your cunt like he wanted to imprint himself in your body. “But one day I’m gonna put a ring on your fucking finger and you’re gonna take my last name—and you’ll be all fucking mine.”

Ari wrapped one of his big hands around your throat and you let out a helpless moan, staring up at your trucker while he hovered above you. There was a wild look in his eye that matched the feral way he fucked you like a beast. Your heart thumped in your chest, devotion and something you weren’t yet ready to name thrumming through your body.

A smile curled the edges of your mouth and Ari’s eyes darkened.

“Ya gonna let me do all that, baby?” Ari hissed over the sound of his thighs slapping against yours. He tried to mask his emotions in fury, but you knew your trucker well enough to see the incredulity hidden beneath. The bed under you creaked, but neither of you paid it any mind. “Ya want daddy to claim you in every way he can think of, kiddo?”

“Yes, daddy,” you cried on a gasp, not needing to think your answer through before voicing it. In fact, you had some ideas of your own for how he could claim you and they slipped past your lips, coming out as a choked whine. “Tattoo your name over my heart—mark me, Ari, claim me forever.”

“Oh fuck,” Ari grunted, his cock twitching inside you. Your trucker clearly liked the idea and you couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that pulled on your lips. His eyes blazed when he saw the expression. “You’re a gross, filthy little fucktoy, ya know that, baby?” he growled seconds before capturing your lips in a fierce kiss.

Ari rutted into you, squeezing your throat in his hand and licking away your tears in between claiming your mouth with his own. It wasn’t long before he came, groaning as he spilled his come deep in your cunt.

Heat filled you as your own pleasure crested, and in the split second before you followed him over the edge, you had the wild thought that one day you wanted him to plant his seed in womb until it takes. You wanted him to knock you up until you were swelling with his child. You wanted him to claim you in the most primal and ancient way possible.

But that was a conversation for a long time in the future. Your IUD was still very much in place, and keeping you from getting pregnant. You knew that was for the best.

Still, in that moment, the thought of Ari knocking you up turned you on so much that it sent you careening into an ocean of pleasure, wave after wave of bliss washing over you. A choked cry fled your lips as you came, your body clenching tight and milking every drop of your trucker’s come into the depths of your cunt.

When your pleasure had ebbed, Ari collapsed on top of you, rolling onto his side and gathering you up against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, the gesture sweet enough that you knew it was an answer to your initial question. Happily, you snuggled into his warm chest and the two of you fell asleep together.

The next morning, you sat in Ari’s lap in the recliner chair in his living room and the two of you picked out a few collars together from some online stores.

One was a thick black leather collar, with a metal loop that Ari could attach a leash to, which he also added to his cart. He’d be able to tie your collar to his belt loop, like he’d done those first few nights in his rig, or wrap a chain around his bed frame and tie you to it while you were at his house.

Another collar was a slip chain that Ari could pull to choke you. That one excited both of you, especially since it looked like a normal necklace, which meant you could wear it out in public. The thought that Ari could choke you whenever and wherever he wanted turned both of you on.

The last collar was a delicate chain necklace with a heart pendant attached. The sweet heart-shaped tag would be engraved with ‘Baby’ on the front, while the back would have Ari’s full name and phone number. In case you got lost, he said with a chuckle. The best part of that one was it had a locking mechanism in the back, so only Ari would be able to put it on and take it off.

Once the orders were placed for your new collars, you slid out of Ari’s lap and down to the floor. Kneeling at his feet between his thighs, you lowered your face to the bulge in his pants, intent on showing your trucker how much you appreciated him for giving you what you wanted.

As time went on, the bungalow by the beach started to feel properly like home. It helped that your trucker had fucked you on every surface of his house, but it was the small things that really made you feel like you belonged—your clothes hanging in his closet, your favorite foods in his kitchen, the swing waiting to be hung up on the front porch.

It had been about a month since Ari had first picked you up and your old life never felt further away. You were content with letting it slip away into your past, focusing instead on building your new life with your trucker. But fate was a fickle thing, and it seemed your old life wasn’t so willing to let you go.

One evening, a week or so after Ari first brought you home, you were sitting in his lap in his recliner, his cock buried in your ass while a baseball game played on the massive TV in the living room. Your back was to Ari’s chest, a blanket pulled over your front since it was a cold spring night. He played idly with your pussy, teasing your folds with light touches while you dozed.

However, you jolted awake when your name came from the TV. Wrenching your eyes open, you were met with the sight of a news anchor reporting a story of a missing girl with your picture posted on the screen next to their head.

Ari must’ve roused too, because his arms wrapped tightly around your front, holding you pinned to his lap. Together, you watched the news report in rapt silence.

“Police have arrested the missing girl’s boyfriend on suspicion of murder,” the anchor reported, the image of your face dissolving into footage of your ex being taken into custody. His face was twisted with rage and, though there was no sound, you could read his lips protesting his innocence.

“As a reminder, she was last seen along highway 78, though police reports indicate her boyfriend was the last to see her there when he forced her out of his vehicle.” The anchor paused for a moment before continuing, the picture on the screen shifting back to them at their desk. A phone number appeared along the bottom of the screen. “If anyone has any information, or has seen the missing girl, please call the number on screen.”

Your photo filled the screen, and you took a moment to look at yourself. The image had been pulled from one of your social media profiles, it was a selfie you’d taken and sent to your ex. When he hadn’t replied, you’d posted it online hoping for the attention you’d craved. Though you were smiling in the picture, there was a sadness in your eyes that you realized you hadn’t felt in a few weeks.

Not since Ari picked you up and kept you.

Gratefulness filled your chest, making your heart feel like it was floating. You sank back into Ari’s body, so consumed with how much happier you were in your new life that you hadn’t noticed he’d paused the live report on the shot of your face and the tip line number. You were brought back to the present by your trucker’s voice in your ear.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead,” he mumbled, like he was talking to himself. There was something in his voice that you didn’t recognize.

Shifting your head on his shoulder, you turned and craned your neck so you could see Ari’s expression. He looked like he was deep in thought, something like glee hidden beneath the contemplation etched into the lines of his face.

Your trucker’s words finally made the rest of the news report sink in.

Not only did everyone think you were dead, but your ex had been arrested on suspicion of murder—your murder. The police thought he’d killed you. It seemed like everyone thought he’d killed you.

Guilt roiled in your stomach at the thought of your ex sitting in jail while you were sitting on Ari’s lap. You were alive and well and doing better than you ever had while you’d been with your ex. And you tended to believe that the best revenge was living well, so you felt like you knew what you had to do.

“We should probably tell someone I’m not dead,” you said, threading your fingers through Ari’s beard and pulling his face to look at you. His eyes snapped into focus and he stared down into your face. You could tell the moment he realized you felt guilty, a devious smirk curving his lips.

“Now, why would we do that?” he asked in an arrogant drawl.

Your heart stuttered in your chest, your mouth turning down at the corners into a frown as you stared at your trucker in confusion. “Because I’m not?” you said, though the inflection of your tone made the statement sound more like a question. You weren’t sure what Ari was getting at, but it made you nervous.

Ari’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over your skin in a way that was clearly meant to soothe you, but that evil smile on his face only made you more uncertain.

“Your little shit of an ex could have killed you,” Ari growled, the reality of his words wiping the smirk from his face. His expression twisted into one of fury as he continued to speak. “You could’ve frozen to death or been picked up by someone much, much worse than me.” His arm around your waist tightened, holding you so firmly it nearly hurt. “He deserves to fucking rot in prison for the danger he put you in.”

The vehemence of Ari’s tone made it clear he was serious. He truly believed your ex was getting what he deserved because even if he didn’t kill you, he could have with his actions. And that was a criminal offense in Ari’s eyes.

It was fucked up, but your heart surged with affection for your trucker. You pulled him down for a kiss using your grip on his beard, showing him with your mouth just how much you liked his way of showing he cared. It was a little awkward, with the way your neck was craned, but you didn’t care.

When you pulled away, you were breathing harshly and desperate to go back to what you and Ari had been doing before the news report came on the TV. However, there was a niggling thought in your brain and you couldn’t help asking the question that seemed most obvious to you.

“Won’t they just let him go when someone figures out I’m not dead?”

Another devious smirk slashed across Ari’s face, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat so he could ensure you stayed looking at him. Instead of answering your question, he asked one of his own.

“You said you wanted to stay with me, you said you wanted to be mind forever—did you mean it, baby?”

Unlike that first night when Ari had asked you something similar, he no longer sounded uncertain or insecure. Instead, Ari’s question sounded more like he was checking in with you, like he finally trusted you and was simply making sure nothing had changed. Hope spread warmly through your body and you smiled at your trucker.

“Yes, Ari,” you said easily, genuine honesty plain in your voice. “I meant it.”

Ari’s smirk bloomed into a wide grin, greedy delight and something like authentic happiness sparkling in his eyes. He kissed you, quick and fierce, like he was rewarding your honesty and thanking you for it at the same time.

When he pulled away, he kept your neck craned so he could watch your face, while his other hand drifted down to settle between your thighs. Beneath you, he rocked his hips, fucking into your ass hard enough to make you gasp.

“I have some friends that can help us, baby,” Ari said, his fingers diving into your cunt and teasing you open. They felt so thick inside you, your hole feeling smaller with his big cock buried in your ass. “They’ll help me give you what you want, but it’ll come at a price.”

Words escaped you, leaving you to moan mindlessly. You stared into Ari’s eyes, mesmerized by the beauty of your trucker while he fucked you like his own personal fucktoy. All you could do was sit on his lap and take his cock and his fingers, and you did so gladly. He was your king and you’d do anything he said.

“You willing to do anything I tell ya, baby?” he asked, his mouth curving into another depraved smirk. Your trucker began grinding the heel of his palm against your clit while he fucked you with his fingers and cock. “Even if it means I let my friends have free use of your holes for a whole night?”

A shiver of desire raced down your spine and your whole body clenched tight at the delicious thought of Ari using your body to pay his friends. He grunted, fucking you harder and wringing a loud, filthy moan from your mouth. He cut off the sound by squeezing your throat, grinning at you as you spluttered and clenched around his fingers and cock.

When he eased up enough to finally let you answer his questions, you nodded, words falling from your lips so fast they almost stumbled over each other.

“I’ll do anything for you, daddy,” you said on a gasp as you pulled in some much-needed air. Your mind was swimming in a haze of pleasure, both from his words and from the way he perfectly worked your body. “I’ll do anything to stay with you, Ari, I promise.”

Your eyes slid closed, your words dissolving into another moan as Ari’s hand slapped against your clit while he fucked your cunt with his fingers. Your ass was bouncing on his cock and it was too much, it felt too good. But his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck had you wrenching your eyes open, finding Ari’s blue eyes flaring with emotion.

You saw it in Ari’s gaze. Your trucker finally—finally—believed you. He believed you wanted to stay with him, and that you would do anything for him. From the look in his eye and the ruthless way he fucked you with intent, Ari was going to make you keep all your promises to him.

You couldn’t wait. Because it meant you were staying with your trucker. Forever.

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I mean would I kneel before Ari trucker king? ABSOLUTELY!!!!

😍 loving this story!

I can’t wait to see his reaction when he wakes up and she is sprawled on him still!

and trucker Ari loves seeing you on your knees for him 😏 no but really, thank you so much!!! i'm so glad you're enjoying trucker king!!!

i actually wasn't planning to include the immediate aftermath of part 2 in the next part, but your sweet message inspired me to write it as its own little post-fic scene ♡

so here's the trucker king part 2 epilogue (18+ content, smut, dirty talk, somnophilia, breath play and a mean hot man ahead—it's 1.7k words because it got a little away from me 🫣)

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For the first time since you were taken by the truck driver Ari Levinson, you woke up before him, your body cradled in the safety of his arms, his heart beating a steady rhythm in his chest. His hold was a far cry from the makeshift collar he typically looped around your throat, but, if anything, you felt less inclined to try to escape.

You'd fallen asleep knowing that Ari was taking a risk by not putting on the belt he'd been using as a collar for you and tying you to him or the inside of his truck. He'd decided to trust you, and you wanted to repay that trust.

So instead of trying to get away, you pressed closer, squirming in Ari's arms until your nipples rubbed against the soft hair on his chest, making you bite your lip against a whimper so you didn't wake him up.

Arching your spine, you leaned back enough to get a good look at Ari's face, and felt the breath leave your lungs as you took in his handsomeness.

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest and it reminded you of the moment you'd first seen him, when he'd opened the door of his rig to you while you'd been stranded on the side of the road. He'd looked like an angel, or a golden god, with those sparkling blue eyes and that charming smile framed by his beard, his brown hair swept back from his face.

Carefully, so as not to disturb the mean trucker who was relaxed and almost sweet-looking in sleep, you traced the lines of his face with the tips of your fingers. You wanted to commit every line and curve to memory, so you could see Ari whenever you wanted, even when your eyes were closed.

When you'd learned every bit of Ari's face, your fingers trailed down to his neck, the slope of his shoulder and the bulge of his biceps. Your exploring fingertips smoothed over Ari's pecs, then further down, teasing gently through the hair on his tummy.

A delighted smile curved your lips when you felt Ari's cock twitch beneath you. He’d already been hard, his morning wood poking at your ass, but his cock had grown more insistent as you touched him.

Moving your hips away from his, you reached between your bodies until your fingers found the velvety soft skin of his hardened length.

You stroked Ari gently, leaning into his chest to continue your exploration of your trucker's body with your lips. Your tongue dipped into the hollow of Ari's throat, tasting the salt of his skin, while your fingers worked his cock until he was dripping precum into your palm.

You'd grown warm with your own arousal, wetness gathering between your thighs while your pussy throbbed, begging to be filled.

You'd lost count of the number of times Ari had taken you while you'd slept, using your body to relieve his morning wood. You’d woken up plenty of times to his cock splitting you open, his balls pumping your cunt full of his come.

It had felt good, being used while you were asleep, but you found you liked having the situation reversed just as much. It felt deliciously powerful to have free reign of Ari’s body while he was loose and relaxed in sleep. You liked being able to do what you wanted with his cock while he was none the wiser. It had your pussy soaking wet and aching for him.

So you gave in to your desire, slinging your leg over Ari's hip and lining up the tip of his cock with your tight, sopping hole. You teased yourself with his cockhead, rubbing the leaking tip around your clit until you were trembling with need.

A few times, Ari groaned and you stopped, holding your breath as you waited to see if he'd wake up, but he didn’t.

Finally, you canted your hips and pressed yourself down on Ari's length, taking the tip of his cock into your wet cunt. Your eyes rolled back in your head and a low, filthy moan slipped past your parted lips.

Unable to stop yourself, you worked your cunt down on Ari's cock steadily until you felt the coarse hair at the base brush against your clit. A full body shiver worked through you as you delighted in the feeling of being stretched open by Ari's thick cock, your hands curling into fists so you wouldn't cling to your trucker so tightly you woke him up.

It was for naught, though, because the snug, warm grip of your cunt roused Ari from sleep, his drawled words startling you enough to gasp.

"You're still here."

Ari's arms tightened around you until he was crushing you to his chest hard enough to almost hurt. Your face was buried in between his pecs and you felt his beard brushing over the top of your head.

"You're still here," he murmured again, something like awe and surprise in his sleep-roughened voice. His tone shifted into something warm, and you could hear the smirk in his tone when he continued. "And you're already impaled on my cock."

Ari rolled his hips, the length of his cock dragging along your inner walls and making you moan, the sound muffled against his beefy chest. "Daddy," you whined, arching your back and wiggling your hips, doing anything you could to urge him to move faster, harder.

But instead, Ari fucked you in long, languid strokes, taking his time burying his cock in your drenched cunt, groaning his pleasure into the crown of your head. It was the easiest he’d ever gone on you and it was driving you wild.

"I could get used to waking up like this, kiddo," Ari rumbled, the sound reverberating through you where you were pressed flush to his chest. "Your slutty, sopping cunt wrapped around my morning wood, putting your hole to good use as my own personal fucktoy—shit, you feel so fucking good, baby."

You weren't used to this softer side of Ari, his hips rolling unhurriedly like he was savoring the feel of your pussy instead of fucking you like a beast trying to wring as much pleasure and pain from your body as possible. It was devastating your mind, the release brewing in your body bound to annihilate any thought of a life without Ari in it.

"Daddy, daddy, please," you whimpered, your fingertips clinging to Ari's sides while he maintained his slow, steady pace. Your pleasure was building, but you were certain it wouldn't be enough to make you come, and you were desperate for it. "Please, daddy!"

"You'll take what I give you, cock whore," Ari growled, squeezing you tighter in his arms, until you couldn't draw in a full breath and you were left gasping for air while he fucked into you lazily. He buried his face in the crown of your head, his words muffled, but no less menacing, when he snarled, "You should've run, baby—you should've at least tried to escape."

A shiver of something like fear, though not quite, raced down your spine, followed quickly by the liquid heat of arousal. You didn't know if Ari could feel the way your body clenched, your cunt growing wetter at the threatening rumble of his voice, but he kept fucking you, his hips rolling and spearing his cock deep into your tight, soaking hole.

"Because I'm gonna abuse this cunt every chance I get," he went on, his harsh words at odds with how he was fucking you the gentlest way he had yet. "I'm gonna treat your body like a brainless fucktoy, a fleshlight for my pleasure—I’m gonna live out my sickest, most fucked up fantasies on all your holes and you're going to thank me for it, aren't you, cock slut?" He nuzzled the top of your head almost affectionately. "Say it," he growled the order in his meanest voice. "Say 'thank you, daddy' for taking you and ruining you."

"Th-thank you—thank you, daddy," you cried on a gasp, your whole body straining for breath and trembling in Ari's arms with your need to come. "Thank you for taking me, thank you for fucking my tight little cunt, thank you for making me your cock whore, thank you for doing whatever you want with my holes!"

"Good cock slave," Ari purred, his words little more than a rumble. “Now come on daddy’s cock, kiddo, wanna feel that cunt milking me dry.” He fucked you harder and faster, grinding his cock against your cervix with every thrust and torturing your clit with the base of his thick length.

Burying your face into Ari’s beefy, hairy chest, you followed his command and let yourself succumb to the pleasure. A scream tore from your throat, muffled against the warm, golden skin of your trucker as ecstasy rocketed through your body. You came hard, gasping for air against Ari’s tight grip, your head going fuzzy from pleasure and a lack of oxygen, which only made your release that much more intense.

Your cunt clenched down on Ari’s cock hard enough to wring a grunt from him, and then he was thrusting even more furiously into your tight hole while your inner walls grasped at him greedily. It wasn’t long before he let loose his own pleasured groan, his arms holding your body still while he rutted into you, emptying his balls into your cunt.

When he slowed, your bodies rocked together in the aftermath of your releases, both of you eking out as much pleasure as possible. Ari’s arms loosened around you while you brushed kisses to his neck and collarbones. You hummed your contentedness against his skin, nuzzling your dazed, happy smile into your trucker’s throat.

Long after Ari’s cock had softened enough that his come was leaking from your hole and making a mess of your thighs, he made a rumbling sound in his chest that you didn’t know how to interpret. Leaning back, you caught his eye, the expression on his handsome face unreadable.

“You stayed.”

His words were gruff, the edges roughened with sleep and something you suspected might be deeply buried emotion, though you couldn’t be sure.

A soft smile curved your lips as you stared into your trucker’s eyes, your voice solemn with sincerity as you responded.

“You told me to.”

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trucker king (part 2)

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: it's easier than you would've expected to fall into a routine in ari levinson’s truck, but he doesn't trust that you've accepted your new life—so you try to prove to him that you won't abandon your king.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, abuduction, coercion, sex as payment, piv sex, rough sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), first time anal sex (f receiving), sadism/masochism, choking, breathplay, dacryphilia, painplay, rough body play, rough breast/nipple play, pussy slapping, biting/marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cock warming, exhibitionism, humiliation kink, objectification, possessive sex, possessive behavior, daddy kink, heavy degradation, some praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), a little more aftercare, stockholm syndrome, a mean hot man—i think that's everything but if i forgot to tag something, please please please let me know!!

word count: 9k

a/n: ok i'm supposed to be packing to move but i wanted to get this fic done and posted because i just love trucker ari so much!!!! i have nothing really to say about this fic except 🤤🤤🤤🤤 so please enjoy the second part of this series, which is a little softer but possibly filthier? lol i'm gonna do at least one more full part and possibly a little update before then (or, knowing me, it'll end up being pretty long). anyway, there's more trucker ari to come, don't worry!!!

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It was easier than you would’ve expected to fall into a routine in Ari Levinson’s truck. He was as rough and mean as he was cruel and crude, but the filthy trucker did something to you, and you found yourself falling effortlessly into the role of his personal fucktoy.

Your holes were his to use, and it seemed like your body took great pleasure in making sure you were always wet and ready for him. You were wet for him from the time he woke up, using your cunt to slake his morning wood while he held your rope leash and tugged mercilessly on your makeshift collar. And you were still wet for him when he took you like a beast at night, making you scream and cry before settling down for a couple hours of sleep.

You weren’t sure if it was simply your body’s way of bracing for the endless desire that seemed to possess Ari, or if you genuinely enjoyed being his cock whore, but it didn’t matter beyond making the days easier.

When Ari held your mouth down on his cock for so long your jaw began to hurt, it didn’t bother you too much because your cunt was throbbing and your slit was leaking, making your head fuzzy. And when Ari took your cunt so hard it hurt, your pussy gushed around his thick cock while you cried through the pain and pleasure, knowing your tears and screams would only make him harder anyway.

Within the first week with your trucker, you’d grown to crave the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure that only Ari seemed able to offer you. If you’d ever considered trying to escape him, those thoughts flitted further and further away the more you grew accustomed to life with the man who’d taken you and become your king.

It helped that those first few days after Ari picked you up off the side of the road weren’t all sex. When he wasn’t using one of your holes, he let you lounge on his bed, wearing one of his soft t-shirts or flannels. He had an e-reader and he let you download whatever you wanted.

You spent many of the long hours on the road reading the smutty books your ex-boyfriend would’ve scoffed at. Ari, on the other hand, didn’t care what you were reading, as long as you were ready to suck his cock whenever he wanted.

Ari also made sure you were fed, picking up enough food for the both of you when he stopped at service stations along his route.

The second night you’d been in his truck, Ari had gotten you a chocolate milkshake and you’d moaned so obscenely at the first sip of the delicious treat, Ari had growled and reached for you. He’d bent you in half in the passenger seat and pounded into your cunt until he spilled his seed deep inside you, groaning so loudly your ears rang.

You’d had to eat your dinner cold, but you couldn’t deny it’d tasted better with Ari’s come leaking down your thighs.

Since then, Ari always picked up something sweet for you from the truck stops and service stations where he parked, whether it was a milkshake, a box of packaged cupcakes or a bag of candy. You suspected he liked the little sounds of delight you made when he gave you the treats, and it made you want to show your appreciation, though you held back, unsure how he’d react if you initiated anything.

After all, for all the trucker kept you relatively comfortable and happy, he clearly didn’t trust you. He’d always lock you in the cab of his truck, your rope leash tying you to something inside with knots so intricate even your smaller fingers didn’t have a hope of undoing them.

Ari would leave you with a stern glare and a threatening warning—which, more often than not, would make you wet instead of scaring you like he intended. Still, you’d nod solemnly, showing you understood. You’d wait patiently for him to return, but no matter how many times you didn’t try to escape, Ari still didn’t trust you.

It was clear Ari thought you’d try to escape if given half a chance, but—though you were certain you’d never be able to—you never tried. You’d accepted your new life with Ari that first night, and as the days went on, you wondered what it would take to make him see you weren’t going anywhere.

You stumbled your way into an opportunity to do just that about a week after Ari had picked you up. The days had started to blur into one another, and you wondered how long Ari was typically on the road, but hadn’t worked up the courage to ask yet. If it was more than a week, you understood why he might’ve wanted a companion so badly he’d been willing to abduct you.

Ari had pulled into a service station in the middle of the afternoon, walked you to the bathroom wearing one of his shirts and some sweatpants that were far too big on you. The clothes you’d worn that first night were too dirty to wear anymore and Ari had said he’d take you shopping once he finished his route. He’d tied you up again in the cab while he went to grab some snacks, and you were lounging in the passenger seat reading a book on his e-reader.

The driver’s side door opened, but you didn’t look up, too engrossed in the smutty scene you were reading. It was so hot, you were bound to be leaving a wet spot in your borrowed sweatpants.

You jumped when a bag of candy landed in your lap. Too startled to hide your genuine reaction, you shrieked in delight when you saw what it was and dropped the e-reader in favor of the candy.

“These are my favorite!” you cried, turning a megawatt smile on Ari as he settled into the driver’s seat, tossing some more snacks onto the dashboard. Unable to contain your delight, you launched yourself into Ari’s lap, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and squeezing him.

“What is this?” Ari asked after a long moment, his tone cold and gruff at the same time. One of his big hands patted your back awkwardly.

You laughed at his silly question as you leaned back, your arms loosening a little so you could look into his face. Ari’s expression was suspicious, his brilliant blue eyes narrowed as he stared down at you, his mouth pressed into a firm line in the midst of his beard. You realized he was seriously asking you what you were doing and laughed some more.

“It’s a hug, Ari,” you explained, unable to wipe the grin from your face. “It’s a thank you for getting me my favorite candy.”

Ari stared at you for a long moment, like he was deciding whether to believe you or not. You tried to hold firm and show him there was nothing disingenuous about your reaction or the hug, but the intensity of his gaze had you squirming. Your ass brushed against a bulge in Ari’s pants and you gasped softly, your lashes fluttering as heat and desire coursed through your body.

Ari’s fingers working open the buckle of the belt he still used as your collar drew you back into the moment, and you found his blue gaze had darkened and turned stormy. He dropped the makeshift collar onto the floor of the rig with a small thunk and you shivered, the movement grinding your ass against his cock and making his expression twist with the feral desire you’d come to associate with Ari.

It seemed he’d decided to move on from the hug he didn’t understand because his next words were, “C’mon baby, time to earn your keep,” he rumbled, a smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth, “My dick’s not gonna suck itself, so get to it, cock whore.”

He was already pushing you off his lap and you tumbled into the space between the driver and passenger seats. The slight pain of impact was dulled by arousal as your gaze fell to where Ari was pulling his cock out of his pants. Drool began pooling around your tongue at the anticipation of taking his cock into your mouth, your already damp slit growing wetter at the sight of his hardening cock.

Ari used his free hand to turn the truck on, the engine rumbling to life beneath your ass, while his fist pumped his hard length lazily. Your fingers itched to dive beneath the hem of your sweatpants and tease your dripping hole, but instead you shifted onto your knees while Ari maneuvered the big rig out of the service station parking lot and back onto the interstate, your gaze distracted by the sight of him working the wheel and his cock at the same time.

Pushing up onto your knees, your hands resting on Ari’s thick, muscular thigh, you dove forward, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and groaning at the musky taste of him. He was almost as delicious as the candy he’d gotten you—and that thought suddenly reminded you of the sweet snack still in its unopened package.

You’d already started sucking Ari’s cock, your mouth making lewd slurping sounds as you bobbed on the crown of his dick, but you pulled off him, the suction from your lips making a soft popping sound. Tilting your head up at your filthy trucker, you gave him your best pleading eyes.

“Can I use my pussy to cockwarm you instead, Ari?” you asked in a whining tone. Your hips were squirming with excitement where you knelt on the floor of the truck cab, and your cunt was already dripping down to coat your upper thighs beneath the hem of your sweatpants. “Please?” you begged shamelessly.

Ari’s cock twitched before your eyes, but his gaze narrowed on you as he grew suspicious again. “Why?” he bit out the question, but didn’t wait for a response. “Because if it’s ‘cause your jaw hurts, I got bad news for you, cock slut—I don’t fucking care.” His hand grabbed the back of your head and began forcing your mouth to his cock, his roughness only making you wetter.

“I just wanted to eat my candy,” you mumbled against his stiff length, your lips ghosting over the soft skin of his cock. He felt like steel wrapped in velvet, and smelled like Ari, and you felt your disappointment over not getting to eat your treat easing as you started to crave the taste of him more than the candy.

You kissed your way up the length of Ari’s cock, but just as suddenly as he’d pushed your face into his lap, he wrenched it away. Ari’s hand slid to the front of your throat, holding you on your knees on the floor of the truck while he glanced between your eyes and the road.

“That’s all you want?” Ari asked in a gruff, careful voice. “Ya wanna eat your candy while I use your holes?”

You could hear the disbelief in Ari’s tone so you curved your lips in a sweet smile and nodded, your chin bumping against his hand. “Yes, please,” you said in your most innocent voice.

For the next few moments, Ari kept looking between your face—the picture of genuineness—and the road, seeming to debate whether he could trust you or if it was some kind of desperate escape attempt. You waited for him to decide, knowing there was no more you could do. Ultimately, Ari would have to trust that you’d accepted you belonged to him, and there was nothing you could do besides show him again and again until he believed it.

“Alright, fucktoy,” Ari growled, his fingers tightening around the sides of your neck in warning. “But you behave while you’re on my lap,” he rumbled, his blue eyes cold and cruel as he gave you a sharp look. “If you make me crash this rig so you can try to escape, I’ll drag you back and tie you to my bed.” His voice turned mean as he threatened you. “There’ll be no more candy, no more nice trucker—I’ll fuck you until you’re broken or dead, and if I kill you, your family will be lucky if they ever find your body.”

A shiver of fear slid down your spine but, inexplicably, a curl of desire warmed between your thighs, too. You didn’t want to dwell on how fucked up it was that you got off on Ari threatening to kill you and bury your body, so you focused instead on meeting his gaze with your own and nodding.

“I understand,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “I’ll be good.”

Ari gave you one more long look, squeezing your throat so hard your eyes widened and your mouth fell open in a surprised squeak, then he released you. He shifted deeper in the driver’s seat, his hand on the wheel of his truck, the elbow of his arm resting on the windowsill of the door. His thick cock lay against his stomach, precum beading at the tip that you desperately wanted to lick off. But Ari had given you permission to sit in his lap and you weren’t going to waste it.

Excitedly, you stood up as much as you could in the truck cab, pushing your sweatpants down your legs and not caring if you accidentally showed your ass to another driver on the interstate. Grabbing the bag of candy Ari had gotten you from the passenger seat, you held it while you clambered into his lap.

Carefully, you wedged your knees on either side of Ari’s hips, leaning against his arm braced on the window so he could see around you while you grabbed his cock, stroking it once, unable to stop yourself, before notching the tip at your entrance. Slowly, you sank down on Ari’s hardness, bracing yourself against his pecs through his soft flannel shirt. You took your time to make sure you didn’t distract him too much from the road.

You wished you could shove yourself down on Ari’s length, burying his full cock inside you in seconds. You’d grown to crave the way he’d take you like that, so fast and fierce it punched the breath from your lungs and felt like he was splitting you in half.

But you forced yourself to move slowly, pressing down on Ari’s cock inch by torturous inch, your breaths coming in sharp pants against his throat. Until, finally, you were fully impaled on your trucker’s cock. Your soft moan was nearly loud enough to drown out the sound of the leather steering wheel creaking beneath Ari’s tightening grip.

For a long moment, you savored the feeling of Ari’s big cock filling you up, his thick girth stretching your hole. You let your eyes flutter closed as you let out a contented sigh. Your mind went deliciously fuzzy, and it was your only excuse for the words that slipped past your lips.

“Feels s’good, daddy,” you slurred, like you were drunk on your trucker’s cock.

That final word hung in the air and it wasn’t until Ari’s cruel laugh broke through the quiet that you realized what you’d said. Your eyes flew open to take in his reaction. An evil grin was spreading across Ari’s handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight, depraved hunger etched into every line of his face.

“You really were put on this earth to be a fucktoy, weren’t you, baby?” he asked in that cruelly condescending tone of his. “You’ve got three holes made for worshipping cock,” he said, like he was ticking things off a list. “You get wet from choking on my dick and you’ve got a daddy kink?”

Ari chuckled, tossing his head from side to side like he couldn’t believe his luck, which warmed your heart even as shame and embarrassment heated your cheeks. Instead, you turned your focus to the buttons of Ari’s flannel, your fingers working them open to reveal his golden skin and the thick dusting of dark chest hair.

Ari waited until you pushed the sides of his shirt open, threading your fingers through his chest hair before he grabbed your hand to still it. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath your palm.

“Ya wanna call me daddy, baby?” Ari asked, ducking down enough to catch your eye, his gaze shifting between yours and the road over your shoulder. A wolfish grin was still fixed on his face as he went on. “Ya wanna call me daddy while I fuck you harder and meaner than a daddy should ever fuck his little girl?” His eyes danced with evil excitement as he spoke. “Ya want me to call you kiddo while my cock’s buried in your cunt and I’m pumping you full of come?”

Your body reacted instinctively to Ari’s words before you could think better of it—your cunt clenching down on his cock and a whine working its way up your throat, slipping out of your mouth. More shame and embarrassment followed your reaction and you squirmed, but that only had the effect of Ari’s cock rubbing against your inner walls, making you moan more brokenly.

“Please, daddy,” you begged in a husky voice, fighting against the heaviness in your eyes to hold Ari’s gaze.

His blue eyes darkened as he watched your reaction. “You’re as filthy as I am, aren’t you, baby?” he murmured, his tone low, almost reverent.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, staring deep into Ari’s eyes. Your hips began rolling in tiny circles, fucking yourself on his cock. It felt so good, you couldn’t stop yourself. You’d all but forgotten the fact that Ari was driving.

He hadn’t, though, and he tore his gaze away from yours to look back at the road. The truck jerked a little and you ducked your head to hide a smirk, stilling your hips as you opened the bag of candy Ari had gotten you.

Your instincts told you something had shifted between you and Ari, if only infinitesimally, and you didn’t want to push him too much, so you focused on being a good cockwarmer for your king.

For a little while, you sat quietly on Ari’s lap, feeling his big cock filling you up. He twitched occasionally inside you, making your eyes flutter, but you didn’t roll your hips again.

You ate your candy, making little sounds of delight at the delicious sugary sweetness. Your gaze was fixed on Ari’s chest, tracing the curves of his pecs, the pattern of his dark hair contrasting against his golden skin, and the shiny silver Star of David necklace that hung around his neck.

While you sat on his cock and ate your candy, Ari opened up a bag of chips, wedging them between your thighs so they were balanced between your tummies. His knuckles would graze against your belly through the packaging every time he reached inside. Each time, it made your breath hitch—the feeling of his fingers trailing down toward your throbbing clit only to pull away before touching you was a ruthless tease.

To distract yourself, you said the first thing that came to mind.

“I don’t have much family,” you said, shaking your bag of candy as you tried to pick what piece you’d eat next.

Ari didn’t look away from the road, but he grunted in acknowledgement, his hand digging into the bag of chips between your thighs, his knuckles dragging against your lower belly, so close to your mound, your pussy clenched around his cock. He grunted again, smirking a little, before pulling his hand out of the bag and shoving the chips into his mouth.

“You said my family would be lucky to find me,” you explained, referring to his latest threat. You popped a piece of candy into your mouth, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “But they probably wouldn’t look very hard.” You said the words lightly, like you didn’t care.

And you didn’t, not really. It may have bothered you that the only person you’d had that you could rely on to care about whether you wound up dead was your boyfriend—your ex—but he’d left you on the side of the road. So apparently he didn’t care very much.

At least Ari had been there to pick you up. You’d probably be dead without your trucker.

“There must be someone to miss you,” Ari grumbled, and, if you weren’t mistaken, you thought he might be uncomfortable.

You shrugged, looking into your bag of candy to avoid his gaze. Maybe it was pathetic that the only person in the whole world who cared about you enough to make sure you were alive was the man who’d abducted you and made you earn your keep by keeping his cock warm, but it was better than having no one at all.

“My boyfriend—my ex—maybe,” you said, your tone distracted as you tried to focus entirely on your candy. The bag was nearly empty and it saddened you more than the thought that there wasn’t anyone from your old life besides your ex to miss you. “But he was the one who left me on the side of the road, so I don’t think he’ll care much if you kill me.”

Suddenly, Ari’s big hand snatched the bag of candy from yours, grabbing both it and the chips and tossing them onto the passenger seat. Once done, his hand wrapped around the front of your throat and tilted your face up to look at him. His eyes were swirling with so many emotions that you didn’t have a hope of understanding what he might be thinking or feeling.

You were so consumed by the intensity of Ari’s gaze, you barely noticed he was pulling the truck over to idle on the side of the interstate. You only realized he’d put the rig in park when his other arm abandoned the wheel to wrap around your lower back, holding you pinned to his lap.

“You have a boyfriend,” Ari stated, his voice hard and rough as the gravel that crunched beneath the tires of his truck. His blue eyes were cold and sharp as he took in your face, like was waiting to read your reaction to his statement.

“Had,” you bit out, knowing your expression was turning angry. “He left me on the side of the road,” you repeated with more emphasis in your words. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“You would’ve fucking froze if I hadn’t come along,” Ari said, his voice still gruff, but sounding furious as he came to the same realization you’d already had. “He left you there to fucking die.”

It almost made you laugh the way Ari sounded affronted by the idea, as if he hadn’t threatened to kill you less than an hour before.

But you couldn’t laugh because something strange was happening in your body—emotion flowed through you, your heart feeling fuller than your cunt and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You tried to squirm, but Ari only held you tighter, his arm holding your hips to his lap and his fingers squeezing your throat, not quite tight enough to choke you but almost.

A small whine built up in your throat and you tried to bite it back, but it slipped out anyway. “Daddy,” you whimpered.

Ari’s gaze, which had gone distant, snapped back to your face at your whimper. His mouth twisted in a feral snarl.

“You’re never going back to that limp-dicked little asshole, do you hear me, baby?” he growled. His hand tightened around your throat and suddenly you were choking and crying.

“Yes, daddy,” you sobbed, your fingers digging into Ari’s pecs, clinging to his firm muscles and using them to ground yourself. “Never going back,” you repeated, hiccuping through your tears.

“You’re gonna stay right where you were meant to be—with me,” he growled, beginning to pound up into you from below, punching the air from your lungs. “I’m your king, your fucking daddy; I’m your whole goddamned world and I’m never letting you go.” Ari’s hands and his cock were merciless as he used your body, his hard length twitching inside you every time a fresh wave of tears spilled down your cheeks. “You were made to worship my cock, kiddo, and that’s what you’re gonna do—for the rest of your fucking life.”

It was all you could do to hold on while Ari bounced you on his cock, his hand choking you while you sobbed through the emotions his words had stirred inside you. When he ducked forward, licking the tears from your face, his beard rasping over your sensitive skin, you cried harder, your heart pounding and your cunt clenching around his cock as you teetered on the edge of your release.

“Rub your clit, cock slut,” Ari growled against your jaw as he lapped up your salty tears, groaning at the taste of them. “Come on daddy’s cock while I pound your pussy like I own it—because I fucking do.” He fucked you furiously from beneath, his hips slapping against your thighs as you cried and moaned uncontrollably. “This cunt is mine—you are mine.”

Wasting no time following Ari’s order, one of your hands slipped between your thighs, rubbing your messy, throbbing clit until you shattered apart. Your whole body trembled and you choked out a hoarse scream before Ari squeezed your throat tighter and cut off the sound. Black crept into your vision as you were swept beneath the waves of pleasure, your whole body going loose and pliant.

Distantly, you heard Ari growling, “Mine, mine, mine,” as he rutted up into you. Finally, he pulled you down hard on his cock, the tip of him battering against your cervix and making you cry fresh tears even through the aftershocks of your release.

He groaned loudly, the obscene sound filling the cab of his truck as he came inside you, spilling his seed so deep in your cunt, you thanked your past self for getting an IUD while you’d been with your ex.

Ari’s hand released your throat and you slumped against his chest, your cheek pillowed on one of his muscular pecs, his chest hair soft as you nuzzled into him. Ari’s chest was rising and falling as he caught his breath, his hands idly kneading your hips and ass.

Neither of you said anything else, but you felt Ari’s possessiveness in every touch of his hands. Instead of making you feel trapped, though, you only felt safe and at peace. It was easy to let yourself melt into Ari’s arms, your mind drifting in a haze of sated pleasure and contentment.

You fell asleep with your head on Ari’s chest, your fingers stroking over the cool metal of his Star of David necklace and the warmth of his skin. You didn’t know how long you slept, but when you roused, the truck was rumbling along the road again and the sun hung low in the sky as dusk settled over the countryside. Between your thighs, you could feel Ari’s come and your own release leaking out from around his half-hard cock, and you pressed a smile into Ari’s chest before sitting up.

Looking outside the windows, you saw that Ari’s rig was stuck in slow moving traffic and when you glanced up into his face, you saw the look of frustration etched into his expression.

Ari hated traffic, and he usually took his frustration out on your mouth, but you didn’t know what he would do with you sitting on his lap—not to mention that he could get pulled over if someone caught you sitting with him in the driver’s seat.

“I’m fucking your ass as soon as we’re out of this shit,” Ari growled when he realized you were awake. His voice was hard and cruel, but your body warmed at his words anyway even as you sucked in a breath of surprise.

“I’ve never done that,” you said on an exhale. It was, frankly, a wonder that Ari hadn’t taken your ass in all the days he’d had you, but you supposed your mouth and pussy were easier to take. Trepidation and a little bit of excitement swirled in your chest at the thought of Ari fucking your ass.

Ari’s cold blue eyes flicked to your face before returning to the road. “You’re gonna love it, cock slut,” he rumbled, some of the tension easing out of him as he talked to you in his condescending tone. “And if you don’t, it doesn’t matter—I’m gonna love fucking your tight virgin ass enough for the both of us.”

You shivered, feeling more arousal seep between your thighs at his cruel words, making Ari chuckle. He patted your ass almost fondly, like you were a pet he was trying to reassure. Something about it only turned you on more.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, you’re a born cock whore,” he said, his tone verging on warm. “You’ll enjoy getting fucked in the ass just as much as you enjoy getting fucked in your other holes.”

His hand gripped your ass hard, and a low moan tumbled from your mouth. You tried to rock your hips to fuck yourself on Ari’s cock, but his hand smacked your ass hard enough to sting.

“Not now,” he growled, his eyebrows lowered dangerously over his glittering blue eyes. “A good fucktoy should sit still while they’re warming my cock.”

“Yes, daddy,” you murmured, lowering your eyes in deference. That seemed to please Ari, his hand rubbing your ass to soothe away the sting he’d inflicted.

“Good girl,” he purred, sitting back against his seat, staring out through the windshield as the cars and trucks inched along.

While Ari navigated the traffic on the interstate, you kept yourself entertained by watching the scenery as it passed. However, slowly it was blotted out when another big rig pulled up alongside Ari’s truck. You peered inside the other truck curiously, finding a man with dark brown hair, blue eyes more crystal in color than Ari’s, and dark stubble decorating his sharp jaw.

The stranger was handsome, wearing a soft blue crewneck that brought out the color of his eyes, but there was a violence clinging to him that you only recognized because you’d spent so much time with Ari. The other trucker had nothing but cold, cruel darkness—even more depthless than Ari’s—in his gaze when he turned and caught you looking. His sharp grin was wolfish as it spread across his face, making you suck in a sharp gasp before turning back to Ari.

He was flicking his gaze between your face and the other trucker’s rig, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Already thinking about leaving me, baby?” he asked cruelly. “Ya wondering if that trucker will be your new daddy?”

“No, no, Ari, you’re the only man I’ll ever call daddy,” you rushed to say, somewhat surprised to find you meant what you were saying. “I was just looking.”

“Mm,” Ari hummed noncommittally, making a show of looking between you and the other trucker. An evil look shimmered in Ari’s eyes as he said casually, “He looks lonely to me, why don’t you show him your tits.”

It was on the tip of your tongue to laugh and ask if he was serious, but one glance at Ari’s expression told you he was very serious—and his words weren’t a suggestion so much as a command. The way his cock hardened inside you also told you that he was getting off on the perverted order.

Just like you were.

Arousal throbbed in your core as you glanced around to make sure none of the other drivers would be able to see. That was one of the perks of Ari’s truck cab being so high up, no one could see inside aside from the other trucker.

So you sat up and turned your upper body toward the window. Quickly, so you couldn’t second guess yourself for following Ari’s order, you lifted the plain white t-shirt that was covering your chest. You weren’t wearing a bra, so your nipples were bared to the warm air of the truck cab and the eyes of anyone looking in.

Humiliated heat flared in your cheeks and your sensitive nipples puckered at the indecency of what you were doing. It took a brief moment to gather your courage enough to look out the window to see the other truck driver’s reaction, but he wasn’t looking at you. Disappointment spiraled through your gut and you began lowering your shirt, even more mortified than when you’d lifted it.

Ari wouldn’t let that stand, though, and he lightly tapped twice on his horn, getting the other man’s attention. The stranger’s eyes slid to yours, then dropped. Even from across the space between the rigs, you could see the way his eyes darkened and his face twisted with hungry desire.

It made you shiver, to have your body be so openly desired by another man while you were impaled on Ari’s cock. You felt powerful and shameful all at the same time—perfectly embodying the cock whore Ari always called you. But in that moment, you took pride in it.

You pushed your shoulders back, your hands holding your shirt up and shimmying your body so your tits bounced for the other trucker’s gaze. A slutty grin spread across your face as you watched him stare hungrily at your chest.

A second later, a slapping sound rang out in the truck cab, followed by a stinging pain in your breast. Startled, you flinched and looked down in time to see Ari’s big hand smacking your other tit, pinching your nipple so hard it made your cunt clench around Ari’s cock.

Your trucker smacked your tits brutally, even more shame spiraling through your body as you just sat there, holding your shirt up and letting Ari pinch your nipples and mistreat your tits while another man watched. It was degrading, humiliating.

Even still, warmth curled through your body, your pussy clenching around Ari’s cock with every stinging slap, more wetness dripping down from where you were joined to coat his balls in your depraved arousal. After a few more smacks to your chest, you couldn’t help yourself—your head fall back, an obscene moan spilling from your wide open mouth as Ari abused your tits.

“Good cock whore,” he rasped, his voice low and delicious as he slapped your tits. He was fully hard inside you, his thick cock stretching out your pussy while you were impaled on his stiff length. “Ya like letting daddy rough up your slutty tits while he shows you off to a stranger?”

“Ye-yes, daddyyy,” you said, stumbling over your words. It was one thing to do it, it was another thing to admit to liking it, but Ari wrung the confession out of you far too easily. It was difficult to be anything but honest when you were overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain he offered.

Your trucker chuckled, the sound condescending, making your pussy flutter around his fat cock. Grabbing the back of your head, he held you tilted back, your face turned up toward him. “Tongue out,” he ordered in that cold, cruel voice that made you warm with desire.

Eagerly, you stuck your tongue out, and Ari made a show of gathering a big glob of spit on his lips, letting it drip onto your tongue. Without hesitation, you closed your mouth and swallowed Ari’s spit, murmuring, “Thank you, daddy,” before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out again.

Ari’s blue eyes flared with intensity, his cock twitching within your body. Your fucked up heart warmed at the sight and feel of your trucker looking at you like you were his own perfect porn star come to life.

The blare of a horn brought your attention back to the other man. He was grinning shamelessly, his hand holding up a phone as he took pictures of your tits. The delicious heat of shame spread through your body, even as you rationalized there was no way your face would be recognizable in the pictures. Still, the knowledge that some strange man had taken pictures of your tits—and Ari had let him—made you gush with arousal.

The stranger’s gaze flicked to Ari’s for a moment and he saluted his thanks to your trucker. Ari tipped his head in return, and something about the interaction turned you on even more. Ari had fucked you possessively every time he’d taken you, but you’d never felt more like a fucktoy to be used and shared than when he’d made you put on a show for another man.

You lowered your shirt back down over your chest, the warmth of your desire and embarrassment curling through your body pleasantly. The more you thought about Ari sharing you with someone else, the more your cunt clenched around his cock, hard enough for him to grunt.

“Almost there, baby,” he muttered.

To your relief, he was right. The traffic began to thin out when the rig passed the exit that was causing the slowdown and the truck picked up speed as it rolled on down the interstate.

It was another half hour, the sun having dipped beneath the horizon, before Ari pulled into a service station. You were so turned on, your mind filled with a haze of desire, that it took you a moment to realize he’d parked the truck and shut off the engine.

The feeling of Ari’s big palm slapping your ass finally brought you out of the daze you’d been drifting in.

“In the back,” he gritted out, busying himself with locking the doors of the truck cab.

You moved on shaky legs, your knees almost giving out when you tried to stand up, easing yourself off Ari’s cock and tumbling into the cot in the back. You shifted into the position he normally took you, on your hands and knees. But your arms were shaking too much to hold you up, so you sank down until your face was pressed to the soft flannel blanket covering the bed, breathing in the familiar smell of Ari.

Your trucker settled behind you, his hands groping your ass and smacking the plush curves a few times while you groaned through the sting and the aching need pulsing between your thighs.

Suddenly, Ari’s fingers dipped into your slick cunt, making your eyes fly open and a surprised cry to wrench free from your lips. He gathered your wetness then dragged his fingers up to your little rosebud, rubbing them around your tightest hole to get you wet enough to take him.

The strange sensation of his probing fingers made you whine, your hips moving instinctively to pull away, but Ari’s other hand just grabbed your hip and pulled you back.

“You’re not getting away from this, cock whore,” Ari growled, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough he was going to leave finger-shaped bruises. “Your king is gonna fuck your ass whether you like it or not, so you might as well relax and take it like a good fucktoy.”

Ari pushed one finger into your tightest hold, sliding inside you a few times before he added a second, using it to stretch your ass and prepare you for his cock. All the while, you fisted your hands in the blankets and tried to relax, the pain of the stretch mixing with the pleasure of his fingers fucking your ass, the sensations made all the more intense because of their newness.

“Daddy,” you pleaded on a hiccuping gasp, not knowing whether you were begging Ari to stop or to fuck you with his cock. It didn’t much matter, because you knew Ari was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. There was a freedom to that, and you let yourself relax further, allowing Ari to add a third finger to your tight hole.

“Good girl,” Ari purred, pumping deeper and harder inside you, working your ass open for his cock. “That’s it, kiddo, taking daddy’s fingers like a fucking champ.” He kept fucking you for a few more minutes, ignoring your sobbing moans, before he withdrew from your ass.

You were already a needy, boneless mess when Ari notched the tip of his cock against your little rosebud, your thighs trembling and your breaths panting past your lips as you lay with your ass up and face down in the blanket on the bed. Ari chuckled, soothing his hands over your ass cheeks before gripping them tight and pulling them apart, pushing his cockhead against your tightest hole.

For a split second, you panicked that he was going to be too big to fit and it was on the tip of your tongue to protest, but then he pushed forward ruthlessly. The crown of his cock popped past the first ring of muscle and your words dissolved in a filthy groan as he stretched you open even more than his fingers.

“So fucking tight,” Ari gritted out through a clenched jaw, his words barely audible as he sucked in deep breaths. His fingertips dug into your hips, gripping you so tightly it hurt, but it was a different kind of ache to the discomfort of his cock sliding another inch inside your ass. “That’s it, cock slut, take daddy’s big fat dick in your ass, feel me claiming your tight virgin hole for the first time—fuck!”

Words escaped you as your mind and body were overwhelmed with the feeling of Ari steadily and mercilessly impaling you on his cock. It hurt, even with his cock soaked in your arousal and the time he’d taken to prepare you, but it felt good too. The pain and pleasure churned in your core while your pussy dripped your desire onto your thighs.

Ari shoved the last few inches of his cock into your virgin ass, wrenching a scream from your lungs as tears gathered in your lashes. With a feral groan, he curled over your back, his face hovering just above yours where it was pressed into the bed.

“Ya gonna cry, fucktoy?” he taunted, his cock twitching with excitement where it was lodged in your ass.

It was such a tight fit, your delirious mind thought you could feel the pulsing of the veins on his cock and you moaned brokenly, tears spilling onto your cheeks. Ari’s tongue licked them up greedily while he laughed in your face.

“Yeah, that’s it, kiddo,” he teased, his tone so warm you could hear the smile in his words. “Cry while daddy fucks your ass—you know how hard it makes me when you cry on my cock.” He pulled out and slammed back inside your ass, ploughing through whatever dam had been holding the majority of your tears at bay.

A sob tore from your chest and you couldn’t stop the flood of tears pouring down your cheeks. Ari fucked your ass hard and fast, his body curled over yours as he plunged his cock inside your hole over and over again. All the while, you cried endless tears at the pain and pleasure. You already knew you’d never get enough of Ari’s cock no matter how long you stayed with him—even if it was for the rest of your life.

“Good girl, good cock whore,” Ari growled in your face while he licked the tears from your skin, his beard tickling your nose and mouth. The hand he’d used to prepare your ass wrapped around your throat, close enough that you could smell your own arousal on his fingers.

He gripped you tight, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat and turning your cries into choked little sobs. Meanwhile, his other hand slipped around your hip to press between your trembling thighs.

The first graze of Ari’s fingers against your clit were like a lightning bolt of pleasure, your body going tense as you hovered on the edge of your release. But Ari didn’t seem ready to make you come because he pushed past your clit, finding your pussy dripping wet and soaking your thighs.

Ari chuckled, the sound low and decadent, reverberating down your spine from where his chest was pressed against your back. “Jesus christ, you fucking love this, don’t you, baby?” he taunted in his condescending tone, laughing at how turned on you were by his cock pounding into your ass.

His fingers rubbed through your slick folds, making a mess of your pussy while he kept fucking your other hole. It was all you could manage to moan and nod your head, showing him how much you loved the way he was making you feel, which only spurred him on.

“Ya love feeling my dirty trucker cock splitting your ass open and taking your tight hole for the first time,” he rumbled in your ear just before shoving three fingers in your pussy without warning.

The sudden intrusion made you cry out and clench down hard around his fingers and cock. You felt so stuffed full, but it still wasn’t enough to make you come and you suddenly felt ravenous with desire. More tears spilled down your cheeks as you sobbed and whimpered and squirmed. You needed more.

“Your slutty little cunt wouldn’t be so wet it can take my fingers if you weren’t loving every second of daddy fucking your ass,” Ari growled. He pulled his fingers free from your sopping cunt and slapped your pussy hard enough you could hear the wet sound over both your heaving breaths.

“Daddy!” you screamed.

Ari slapped your cunt again, harder, his fingers catching you clit and white-hot pleasure zapped through your body. It was enough to tip you over the edge of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, the sharp strike against your clit sending you careening into pleasure and pain. Ari grunted against your cheek, your body clenching tight around his cock as you shuddered through your release.

“You’re such a fucking slut, kiddo,” he groaned, rutting into your ass. His hand kept slapping your clit, making you twitch beneath his big body until he rested his heavy weight on top of you, taking you down to the bed while his other hand held your throat, pinning your upper body to his chest. “Guess I was right about you, huh?” he taunted on a breathless laugh. “You do love my fat cock fucking your ass, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled breathlessly, your mind overwhelmed with pleasure and pain and Ari, “Uh huh, uh huh.”

“Fucking christ, you were made for this,” he rumbled, his voice going lower as he picked up his pace, fucking your limp body into the bed. “Made to take me in all your holes, made to worship my big daddy dick with your mouth and your cunt and your ass—fuck,” he grunted, cursing as he fucked your ass harder and faster.

Ari’s hand was trapped between your body and the bed, but that didn’t stop his fingers from rubbing your clit, working you up to another orgasm even though you weren’t sure you could come again so soon. Overstimulated, your arms scrabbled at the blanket beneath you, your legs kicking out as your body tried to escape the painful pleasure Ari forced upon you.

“You’re gonna come again, cock whore,” he growled in your ear. “You’re gonna milk daddy’s cock with your ass and I’m gonna claim the last of your holes.”

His fingers rubbed your puffy, sensitive clit faster, wrenching more sobs and tears from your desperate body. You could feel your arms and legs shaking and shuddering as you lost control of them. Ari was in control of your body, and he was forcing you toward another orgasm that you knew would be devastating.

“You belong to me now, baby, d’you hear me?” Ari asked, his tone gruff with his own effort, but he didn’t stop to let you answer. “I’ll take care of ya, but you’re mine—your holes are mine to fuck and use and ruin if I want to.” His hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your sobs and your air. “I’m your daddy now, do you understand me?”

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you drowned in pleasure, unable to stay conscious as Ari’s choking hand and brutal cock carried you through another release. Blistering, burning pleasure consumed your body as your mind went blank.

You came to only a second later, sucking in a deep breath when Ari’s hand loosened around your throat and his teeth sank into your shoulder. Stinging pain mixed with exquisite pleasure as he fucked you through his release, biting you hard enough you knew it was going to leave a mark.

Finally, with a fierce groan, Ari buried his cock ballsdeep in your ass as he chanted, “Mine, mine—my fucking girl,” against the spot on your shoulder that throbbed from his bite. His beard rasped over your skin as he pumped your ass full of his come, sending little ripples of warmth through your body.

“Yours,” you whispered into the blankets, unsure if Ari heard you. He pressed a firm kiss to the center of the mark he’d left, nuzzling it a little, and you could feel the smile on his mouth, matching the sated curve of your lips.

After a few long moments, Ari rolled off you, pulling his cock from your ass and making you whimper at the loss. You were so wrung out, you couldn’t move, not even to lift your head to see what he was doing.

Ari smacked your ass lightly, chuckling under his breath at your broken groan while he grabbed a towel from a cabinet in the back of the truck cab and used it to clean the dripping come from your ass. He rolled you over and did the same with your cunt.

Once you were clean enough, he tossed the towel into another compartment where he kept his dirty laundry, then settled back on the bed, caging your body in between his large form and the wall.

Ari opened his arms to you, just like he did every night, and you scrambled into them as quickly as your exhausted body could manage. Already, his breaths were evening out as he let his own tiredness begin to claim him.

It wasn’t until he spoke that you realized he’d forgotten to do something he normally did before going to sleep.

“Not gonna collar you,” Ari rumbled, his words a little slurred with sleep already. “But if you try to run, baby,” he went on, his tone firm, a dark warning in his voice. “There won’t be anywhere I can’t find you, and you won’t like it if I have to remind you who you belong to.”

A pleasant warmth curled through your core, making you shiver a little as you remembered all the depraved things you’d done for your trucker. You weren’t sure, but you suspected there wasn’t anything Ari could do to you that you wouldn’t enjoy.

But your thoughts soured and you frowned as you realized that he still thought you were going to run. It occurred to you that maybe he just liked threatening you—and there was plenty of evidence between your thighs proving you certainly liked it—but it made you sad to think Ari was giving you a chance to show he could trust you and he still seemed worried you’d run.

Pressing closer, you hooked your thigh over Ari’s hip, pressing your cunt against his soft tummy, your messy clit brushing against the happy trail of hair leading down to his cock. Tilting your face up, you let your lips ghost over the sensitive skin on Ari’s throat, just below where his beard ended.

“I don’t wanna run, daddy,” you confessed, your words barely more than a whisper. “I wanna stay with you.”

A chuckle rumbled in Ari’s chest, his arms wrapping more tightly around your body to squeeze you to his chest. “That’s cause you know exactly what you’re good for, don’t you, baby?” he rumbled sleepily, his hands groping lazily at your ass and thighs, kneading your tired muscles more than copping a feel. “You’re good for being the dirty, slutty little cock whore to a mean, filthy trucker—you were made to be mine.”

“I was, daddy,” you murmured, brushing butterfly kisses to Ari’s throat, slipping your tongue past your lip to trace the tip along the silver chain of his Star of David necklace. “I was made for keeping your cock warm and being a perfect little fucktoy for my king.”

“Mm,” a pleased sound rumbled in Ari’s chest, his arms loosening as he relaxed, letting sleep claim him. You thought it was because he was so close to falling asleep that he let his next words slip out. “Picking you up was the best decision I ever made.”

You buried your smile in his beard, whispering, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Ari.” And you meant it. Ari hadn’t abducted you, he’d saved you. And you decided you’d spend all your time showing him how thankful you were for him.

You fell asleep in your trucker’s arms smiling, excited to see what he did when he woke up to find that you hadn’t run away. Maybe then Ari would believe that you wanted to be his, that you’d accepted the life he offered. You wanted Ari to know that he was your king and you were prepared to be his willing, eager little cock whore for the rest of your life.

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trucker king

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: after you're stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, you're left to hitchhike home. when you're picked up by a truck driver who expects to be repaid for his kindness, your only option is to give him what he wants—and he doesn't want money.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, dubcon/noncon (parts of this fic definitely lean more toward noncon), abduction, coercion, sex as payment, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, rough oral sex (m receiving), sadism/masochism, choking, breathplay, face slapping, dacryphilia, painplay, rough body play, cock warming, come play, finger sucking, dirty talk, heavy degradation, some praise, possessive sex, possessive behavior, pet names (sweetheart, baby), tiny bit of aftercare, stockholm syndrome, a mean hot man—i think that's everything but if i forgot to tag something, please please please let me know!!

word count: 7.5k

a/n: as some of y'all may have seen, i originally wrote this fic as a short-ish (for me) drabble in response to an ask, but i really enjoyed writing trucker!ari so i wanted to expand it into a full fic. it's probably one of the darkest fics i've written but it's still kind of soft? idk! i can never go full dark i guess! anyway i hope this lives up to expectations 😅 please enjoy some filthy trucker!ari smut!!!

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You were in trouble—more than you knew—from the moment the massive, pitch black truck pulled over on the side of the road where you’d been hitchhiking for more than an hour. You never could’ve known exactly how much your life would change when you got into the truck, but looking back, you didn’t know if you’d have done anything differently. And anyway, it wasn’t like you’d ever had much of a choice.

The truck was intimidating from the moment you saw it, even though it must’ve been a quarter mile down the road. You’d heard it first, turning around at the sound and sticking your hand out, curled in a fist with your thumb pointed skyward, before you could let your fear stop you from being saved. Your other arm was curled around your body, your shoulders hunched against the frigid wind.

It was cold on the side of the road, the afternoon sun having dipped behind the tree line, leaving you in a too-short skirt, a tight top and a flimsy jacket. It wasn’t an outfit meant to be walking alongside the road in the middle of nowhere, but your day had taken a turn when you and your boyfriend had gotten into the fight to end all fights and he’d dumped you, figuratively, before literally dumping you out of his car. It was more than a 40-minute drive home from where he’d left you.

Not that your apartment was much of a home. But at least it had four walls to keep the wind out, even if the cold seeped in far too easily and you didn’t have much money to spend on heating. Which was why you spent as much time as you could at your boyfriend’s place an hour away. But after your fight—and after he never came back to make sure you got home safely—you knew he was no longer your boyfriend. Good riddance.

Except that left you alone on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, your skimpy clothing the only protection against the cold afternoon, and no carshares in the area. You’d already waited an hour, but none of the apps would accept your trip request. So you’d started walking, holding your hand out to try hitchhiking when a car would pass, but no one stopped.

Not until the big black truck.

It was so high off the ground, you couldn’t see the driver at first, not until he leaned over and pushed the passenger side door open in an obvious invitation. A warm gust of heat hit you, and you shuddered in delight, taking a step closer before you could think better of it.

Then your eyes fell on the truck driver and your first thought was how attractive he was. The man appeared older than you—in his late-30s or early 40s at most. His brown hair was longish, curling at the nape of his neck and swept back from his face like he ran his hand through it often. He had a full brown beard, which only served to highlight the bright blue eyes that were raking over your body.

“Where ya going, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a low gravelly rumble like he didn’t use it much. You supposed that made sense, since he was a trucker who didn’t appear to have any companions sharing the cab of his rig.

You silently debated how safe it was to get into this stranger’s truck. You naively mistook his handsomeness for kindness, and though you had no idea how long he’d been driving, his eyes were bright and alert. He didn’t look tired in the least, so it seemed likely he could get you home without incident. What should’ve raised a warning flag was the fact that the trucker looked very interested in you, his sparkling eyes and too-eager smile hiding a depraved hunger.

Making up your mind to trust the man, you took a tentative step closer, placing a hand on the door as you answered him, giving the trucker the address of a take-out place near your apartment. You might’ve been desperate for a ride, but you knew better than to give a strange man your home address. If he got you to the restaurant, you could get some dinner, giving the trucker long enough to drive away so you could make sure he didn’t follow you home. It seemed like a foolproof plan.

The man nodded, his eyes trailing down your body as he gave the impression of thinking it over. His gaze lingered on the edge of your skirt, fluttering around your bare thighs in the wind. You didn’t like the way he was looking at you, but he agreed to give you a ride, so you pushed your uncertainty aside and climbed into the cab of the big rig. You felt the man’s eyes on your legs the whole time, getting the impression he was trying to catch a flash of what was under your skirt, but you ignored the uneasiness you felt. Maybe he was just making sure you didn’t fall as you lifted yourself to settle in the bucket seat.

When you’d clicked your seatbelt into place, the trucker pulled his rig back onto the road, introducing himself as Ari Levinson. You gave him your name distractedly, holding your hands to the truck’s vents in front of you that were blasting heat. A small sigh of relief slipped out as warmth began to seep into your bones, overcoming the chill in your body. Unzipping your jacket, you let yourself melt into the pleasure of being warm again.

All the while, you felt Ari’s gaze on you like a physical thing and looked over to see his watching you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, almost as bright as the sky when the sun had been out. But with the sun quickly setting, shadows fell across Ari’s face. You weren’t certain what he was thinking, but when his gaze dropped to your tits, heat flushed through your body, pebbling your nipples beneath your thin top. You hadn’t worn a bra and you were certain he could see, so you crossed your arms over your chest, hoping to avoid giving him any ideas.

“So, sweetheart,” Ari rumbled, turning his gaze back to the road. Your eyes followed his and your face twisted in a confused frown.

He was turning the truck onto the interstate, which didn’t seem right. There was no direct way to get you home from the interstate, it would be a much longer route. You weren’t scared—yet—but you were still puzzling over how he was planning to get you home when he continued talking.

“How’re you gonna repay me for my kindness,” Ari asked, cutting a cruel smile at you. “You’re not exactly on my way to where I’m goin’.”

With a start of surprise, you began pawing through your little purse. “I—I don’t have any cash,” you stammered, feeling embarrassment flood through your body. “But I can Venmo you—or CashApp, or whatever you want,” you offered quickly, pulling out your phone and brandishing it like a credit card. It was the only thing you could offer. Or so you thought.

Ari snorted, reaching over and plucking the phone from your hand easily, tossing it onto the floor in the back. You turned and were a little surprised to find not really a back seat, but a little compartment holding a mini-fridge, a small counter and a cot. You supposed it made sense, a trucker would need somewhere to sleep properly so they could rest, but you didn’t expect it to look so…cozy. There was a thick, flannel-covered blanket on the bed, and the compartment looked pretty clean and tidy.

Ari’s chuckle dragged your attention back to him, the sound low and somehow dirty, making you squirm in your seat as a new kind of heat began simmering between your thighs. You eyed the trucker warily, taking in his big body—somehow knowing he’d tower over you if you were both standing. His broad shoulders were encased in a soft-looking red and brown flannel, his thick thighs spread on his seat, brown work pants disappearing down to where his booted feet worked the pedals.

“Whatever I want, huh, sweetheart?” Ari asked, repeating your words to him. There was an undercurrent of taunting condescension in the way he said the pet name and you wondered distractedly if he’d always said it like that—like he was smirking, knowing something you didn’t.

You realized your mistake and tried to backpedal your offer, but one of Ari’s hands was already dropping to his lap, his fingers expertly working open the button and fly of his pants. “That’s not—I mean, I didn’t mean whatever you want.” Your stuttering protests cut off on a gasp when Ari reached inside his pants and pulled out his semihard cock.

He was big, and so thick an involuntary whimper escaped your lips. Even half hard, he was intimidatingly large, and you couldn’t help thinking there was no way he’d fit—not in your mouth…or any of your other holes. The thought made your clit twitch and your pussy throb, and you couldn’t pull your eyes away when Ari took himself in hand and gave his cock a quick stroke, working himself to full hardness while you watched. Despite your shock, wetness began gathering in the slit between your thighs.

“C’mon, sweetheart, this dick’s not gonna suck itself,” Ari taunted crudely, using his fist to shake his cock at you.

Still, you didn’t move, your brain struggling to catch up with the situation you’d gotten yourself into. It seemed surreal, like you’d somehow stumbled into an old porno. This kind of thing didn’t happen in real life. Right?

Ari’s eyes flashed with irritation and his mouth twisted in a cruel snarl. “Did you really think I picked you up out of the goodness of my heart?” he asked, his words dripping with patronizing condescension while you just stared at him in shock. “No,” he bit out, his expression morphing into a glare. “I picked you up because you look like a girl who belongs on her knees sucking cock—now get to it.”

Even Ari’s growled command wasn’t enough to snap you out of the frozen shock you seemed stuck in. You could still barely believe he was seriously demanding that you suck his cock in exchange for a ride. You weren’t exactly opposed to it—the thought of trying to fit Ari’s big cock in your mouth was turning you on—but it still seemed like something you shouldn’t eagerly jump to do.

Apparently, you were taking a little too long to wrap your head around the situation because Ari let go of his cock and reached his big hand out toward you, snagging you around the back of the neck. His fingers dug into the sides, holding you tightly by your scruff like one might handle a disobedient kitten. Before you could raise your hands to stop him, Ari shoved your face down into his lap until your nose bumped against his cock.

His musky scent filled your senses, drool pooling around your tongue as you thought again about how difficult it’d be to work his thick cock inside your hot mouth. But then you remembered Ari was a strange man, and who knew where his cock had been. His scent was pungent, like he hadn’t bathed in at least a day, and though it made your head a little fuzzy, you finally realized the predicament you were in.

Pushing your hands against the smooth leather of his seat, you tried to shove yourself up and away from Ari’s cock, but he was too strong. Instead of giving you even an inch, Ari’s big hand squeezed the back of your neck in a warning. Your arms flailed, your hands reaching blindly for something, anything to hit him with, but his truck cab was so tidy, you couldn’t find anything. The most you managed was to undo your seatbelt in a desperate bid to escape, but that only helped Ari push your face deeper into his lap, until your nose was brushing against his balls.

“You better worship my dick like I’m your goddamned king, cock slut,” Ari growled, tilting your head to the side so your lips pressed against the underside of his length. You held them closed, trying to breathe through your nose, but his scent was everywhere, making your body warm, your traitorous slit getting wetter. “Or I’ll toss you out of my rig in the worst neighborhood I can find,” he snarled cruelly. “You’ll be wishing you sucked my cock like a good little whore when your holes are being destroyed by a buncha dirty strangers.”

His words were so mean, you let out a little whimper. But the threat worked—the picture Ari painted with so few words scared you enough that you opened your mouth, pressing your lips to the base of his cock and licking. He tasted just as musky as he smelled, and you felt a gush of wetness flood your panties. You squeezed your thighs together and hoped he never found out just how wet his rough, cruel treatment was making you.

“There ya go,” Ari purred, his tone turning on a dime. His grip on your neck loosened, but didn’t let up entirely. He just gave you the leeway to kiss your way up to the tip of his cock. When you finally wrapped your lips around the thick head of his dick, though, Ari’s patience grew thin and he shifted his hand to the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock until you gagged. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned, the sound obscene in the quiet of the truck cab. “This is what you were made for, cock whore, choking on my big dick.”

Your hands rested on Ari’s thigh, your nails digging in, though his brown work pants were too thick for there to be much bite to your grip. There was nothing to stop him from pushing you down further on his cock, until the tip was battering against the back of your throat. It hurt—your lips were spread so wide around his thick length, the corners feeling like they might split, and your jaw already ached. Still, he pushed against your tightening throat until the head of his dick shoved past the clenching muscles.

“Fuck, that’s it, let me in, cock slut,” Ari grunted in pleasure. He shifted his hips, lifting them up and repositioning himself so he was sprawled in his seat, his legs splayed as wide as they could go. “Don’t pretend it’s your first time chocking on a cock, sweetheart, we both know you were made for this.”

You couldn’t see anything except the brown of his pants, but even that began to swim as tears pooled in your eyes. Instinctively, you tried to lift your head, fighting against Ari’s hold, and he let you rise a few inches, enough for his cock to slip from your throat to rest on your tongue. A tremor of relief worked through you, but then Ari pushed you back down, groaning when your throat closed over his cockhead, making you gag and squeeze around him.

“Fuck, take it—take my filthy trucker cock in that tight little throat of yours,” he growled, forcing you into a rhythm of bobbing on his cock, shoving you down on his length until he pushed into your throat. Drool was spilling past your lips, coating your chin and soaking Ari’s cock down to his balls. You were thankful for it, because at least it made the slide of his cock into your throat a little easier. “Suck me, cock whore,” Ari bit out, his fingers flexing against your head, digging into you with a promise that he could be rougher if he wanted to.

You tried to do as he said, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked hard on Ari’s cock, hoping the faster you got him off, the faster he’d let you go. You were gratified when he groaned loudly, but instead of going easier on you, it made Ari meaner, and even rougher. His fingers dug into your skull more harshly as he forced your head up and down on his cock, pushing you down until your nose was pressed to his thigh and you could barely breathe, his cockhead thrusting punishingly into your throat. You couldn’t help it, you started to cry, your sobs choked by Ari’s cock.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Ari groaned viciously. “Cry for me, baby, you look so much prettier crying on my cock.” His cock twitched in your throat and you prayed he was getting close even as the tears fell harder. His tone was almost warm as he grunted, “Makes me so fucking hard when you cry on my cock, baby.”

A small blush of pride wormed through your heart at Ari’s praise. After the mean names he’d called you and the cruel words he’d used, it felt amazingly good to be praised. So you clung to his thigh, tamping down on the instinct to wipe your tears away, and let yourself cry harder while Ari fucked your throat.

It wasn’t long before Ari’s cock was jerking in your mouth, his precum leaving a salty taste on the back of your tongue. Without warning, he shoved your head down hard, until your nose was pressed so tight to his thigh you couldn’t breathe. Then his cock began spurting in your throat, his come dripping down into your belly.

“Drink it all, come slut,” Ari growled, his fingers digging into your skull hard enough to bruise as he held you down. “Drink all my filthy trucker come.” His words were loose and languid, almost like he was slurring on pleasure.

You followed his order obediently, swallowing down every drop of Ari’s come even as your lungs protested. Ari seemed to like the way your throat tightened around his cock as you swallowed, grunting and groaning while you milked a few more spurts from his length.

Finally, when black was beginning to creep into the edges of your vision, Ari let you up enough that you could breathe through your nose and through your mouth around his softening cock. You expected him to let you pull off his cock completely, but Ari’s hand was firm. Tilting your head, you caught Ari’s gaze out of the corner of your eye, giving him a pleading, confused look.

An arrogant, sated grin was stretched across Ari’s handsome face, and he pet you gently with the hand holding you down. “Don’t give me that look, baby,” he purred at you, his tone turning condescending once again as he tilted his head to the side and asked, “Did you really think I’d let you go?” His hand shifted to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping up some of the drool from your chin and pushing it into your mouth beside his softening cock. “Your pretty holes were made to worship a man’s cock like he’s your king,” he said, smirking. “And since no one else has stepped up, then I’ll be your king.”

Your mind flitted back to your boyfriend—your ex—and it occurred to you to protest. But he had been the one to abandon you on the side of the road, to leave you stranded to the whims of a man like Ari Levinson. If nothing else, there was an enticing simplicity to what Ari offered. All you had to do was worship him and he’d take care of you. Without thinking about it much, you let yourself give in, your eyes fluttering closed as you melted into his touch, giving Ari your submission.

Ari chuckled, the sound low and decadent to your ears, reminding you of just how wet you were. You’d made a mess of your panties, and you wanted to reach a hand between your thighs to slake the throbbing need that burned in your pussy, but you didn’t dare. You weren’t sure what Ari would do to you if you did.

“That’s a good cock whore,” he cooed, his tone more than a little condescending, humor making his voice warm and almost sweet. He patted your cheek then lifted his hand from your face; he didn’t move it to the back of your neck or head. You had to assume he set it back on the wheel, but you didn’t try to lift off his soft length. “Cockwarm me while I drive, baby, and if you’re good, I’ll show you how I reward obedient little fucktoys,” Ari rumbled, his voice drifting down to you in the quiet truck cab.

Humming in acknowledgement, you laid your cheek on Ari’s thick thigh, enjoying the way his hard muscle shifted beneath your soft skin. You were a little uncomfortable in your position, laying across the empty center of the truck cab, and distractedly wondered if it might be more comfortable to sit on the floor between your seats, but you didn’t have the energy to move. Instead, you let your mind wander, drifting deeper into a warm fuzziness as you held Ari’s cock in your mouth.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, but it must’ve been hours, because the sky was full dark and the moon had risen by the time Ari pulled his massive truck into a service station. His hand gripped you around the back of the neck and he pulled you none-too-gently off his cock, pushing you back into your seat. He didn’t say anything as he hopped out, so you stayed where you were, straightening your jacket over your shoulders.

Ari walked around the truck and opened your door, grabbing your arm and pulling you down to the ground. Your knees gave out when your feet hit the asphalt parking lot, but before you could fall, Ari wedged his hand under your bicep, holding you up until you could stand on your own. It took a moment, but you finally got your legs to work and your first distracted thought was that you were right—Ari did tower over you at his full height. Seeing just how much bigger he was than you made a pleasant shiver race down your spine, more wetness gathering between your thighs.

Once Ari was confident you wouldn’t fall over, he started dragging you in the direction of the service station. He pushed you into the one-room bathroom, following you in and locking the door behind him. Ari crossed his arms over his broad chest, his mouth pressed into a firm line framed by his thick beard, as he nodded to the toilet. You flinched when you realized what he expected you to do.

It occurred to you to protest, but the cruel glint in Ari’s eyes told you that you wouldn’t like what he’d do if you did. “Can you turn around?” you asked weakly, hunching your shoulders in defeat and curling your arms around yourself protectively. You dropped your eyes to the floor, embarrassment flooding your body at even having to ask.

Ari huffed a pitiless laugh, but pivoted on his feet, giving you his broad back. Relief and no small amount of gratitude flooded through you as you scurried to the toilet, covering the seat in toilet paper—thanking the service station gods there was plenty enough. You hooked your fingers in your panties, sneaking glances at Ari to make sure he wasn’t peaking and quickly pushed them down your thighs, sitting down to pee. Thankfully, that was all you had to do, and the fear of him turning around before you were done made it easy to finish your business and flush as quickly as you could.

However, when you stood and began pulling up your panties, Ari grunted, getting your attention.

“Don’t put your panties back on,” he growled, turning around suddenly. You wrenched your hands away from what you’d been doing so your skirt could fall and cover you, but you were certain he’d caught a flash of your ass from the way his blue eyes darkened. “You won’t be needing them tonight, fucktoy, so why don’t ya give ‘em here?” His words sounded like a question, but you knew they were an order from the mocking tenor of his tone.

Watching him warily, you pushed your panties down to your ankles, bending over with your ass angled away from him to pull them free from around your shoes. Keeping your head down, unable to stomach the hungry way he stared at you—especially since it prompted a ravenous twisting desire deep in your core—you crossed the bathroom, only getting close enough to place the scrap of fabric in the trucker’s massive palm.

You didn’t think it could get any worse, but Ari turned the panties over so he could see the gusset, the traitorous wetness glistening in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. Ari chuckled. “Oh, baby,” he rumbled, his tone mocking but pleased all the same. “You really are a natural cock whore aren’t you?” he asked tauntingly.

Without any ounce of shame, Ari ran a finger through the wetness you’d left behind in your panties, spreading it around and making even more of a mess of the fabric. Your body heated, embarrassment weaving through with a thrumming need pulsing in your core that wanted him to be touching you, not your panties. A soft whine worked up in the back of your throat, but you bit your lip, holding it back.

“Christ, your panties are soaked,” he taunted you, shooting you a mocking grin before asking, “Ya like sucking a filthy trucker’s cock this much, huh, little slut?” When you kept your lips pressed closed, refusing to answer his dirty question, he chuckled again to himself, making even more shame flare through your body. “Mm yeah, I think I’m gonna have a lotta fun with you, fucktoy.”

Heat flamed in your cheeks as embarrassment, and no small amount of arousal, made you squirm. You tried to turn away, but Ari’s free hand shot out, wrapping around the front of your throat, his fingers digging lightly into the sides as he yanked you forward. Tilting your face up to look at him, you found Ari’s eyes glimmering in the bright fluorescent light, a cruel grin curving his mouth.

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this, baby,” Ari cooed the pet name condescendingly. His gaze dropped down to your thighs in time to catch you pressing them together against the desperate ache in your core. He laughed huskily at you. Before letting you go, Ari pushed his finger into your mouth, the one he’d smeared through the wetness on your panties. “Clean up your mess, cock whore, show your king what a good toy you can be.”

You held his gaze, glaring weakly at him as you licked your musky arousal from his skin. But there wasn’t much fight left in you, and it was so much easier to simply give in, cleaning his finger obediently and sucking on it when you were done. Ari let you continue for a moment longer, then pulled his finger free, reeling you in with his hand around your throat until you stood even closer to him—close enough to feel the warmth of his body heat, which made you want to curl even further into him.

Instead, you stared up into Ari’s handsome face, wondering what he was going to do next. To your surprise, Ari ducked down, capturing your lips in a kiss. Except, it wasn’t so much a kiss as a plundering, a pillaging of your mouth. He thrust his tongue into you with the arrogance you’d come to expect from him. The trucker took what was his—and your mouth, just like the rest of you, was his dominion.

You didn’t fight him, you swayed into him. Your fingers fumbled in the soft flannel covering his firm chest, twisting in the fabric and clinging to the man who’d all but abducted you. You weren’t stupid, you knew he’d driven you much farther away from home than you’d been when he picked you up, but he kissed you like you were something special. He might call you a toy and a whore, but you were his toy, his whore. He’d wanted you enough to take you and there was something heady and flattering about that knowledge—no matter how fucked that train of thought might be.

So you let yourself revel in Ari’s kiss, in the bite of his teeth and the rasp of his beard; you let yourself enjoy it. You gave yourself permission to crave more from the trucker that had picked you up and taken you into his life.

Just as suddenly as he’d kissed you, Ari pulled away, leaving you stumbling as he shoved your panties in the pocket of his pants while moved over to the toilet. You gave him your back as he pissed, taking the time to wash your hands at the sink. It was only once he was done, edging you out of the way so he could wash his own hands, that you realized you’d had the perfect opportunity to run and you simply…hadn’t.

Ari’s hand wrapped tightly around the back of your neck before he led you back out into the night, the grip feeling more like a comfort than a leash. As you walked together across the crowded parking lot to Ari’s rig, you rationalized to yourself that you hadn’t tried to escape because your phone and wallet were still in his truck. You couldn’t have gotten far without them. Besides, he was being nice enough.

Instead of walking you around to the passenger side of the truck, Ari brought you to the driver’s side door, opening it and tilting his head to indicate you should climb inside.

You’d already learned your lesson about hesitating when Ari issued an order, even if it was a nonverbal one, so you scrambled up, climbing onto your knees on the driver’s seat. You bent forward, reaching for the passenger seat with the intent of climbing into it, but you stilled when you felt a gust of cold air against your most sensitive place. Dread and desire warred in your body, the sound of Ari’s low groan pushing you toward the latter.

“Christ, baby, this is what you’ve been hiding from me under that slutty little skirt of yours?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that made you shiver. His hands slid up the backs of your thighs until his palms rested on your ass, pushing your skirt up around your waist. Instinctively, you arched your back, bending further to show yourself off to the filthy trucker.

With his thumbs, Ari pulled your pussy lips apart, baring you wholly to his gaze, a low whistle of appreciation leaving him as he watched your little hole clench around nothing. A whimper escaped your lips even though you were biting them hard enough to draw blood. It was humiliating the way he was staring at your naked pussy, but you couldn’t stop the wetness from dripping through your folds.

“Oh fuck, baby, that’s a pretty cunt ya got,” he rumbled, his tone going gravelly as his own desire ratcheted up. “Though it’d look even prettier taking my cock.”

Ari traced the edge of your hole with his thumbs, and it was so good but not nearly good enough for your desire. You needed his thick cock barreling into your cunt, burying inside you until he rearranged your guts. God you needed him, his roughness and his cruelness and his meanness. But he seemed content to tease your pussy lightly with his fingers—until a desperate whine squeezed past your lips. That snapped him out of whatever daze he was in.

“I think it’s time I show you how good fucktoys get rewarded,” Ari grunted, climbing up into the cab of his truck after you, wedging his knees on either side of your legs on the seat while he pulled his cock free from his pants. His big body curled over yours, his mouth right next to your ear as he growled, “Scream and cry all you want, cock slut, it’ll only make your king come harder in your tight cunt.”

With that, Ari slammed inside you, burying his massive cock balls-deep in your pussy with one brutal thrust. A scream tore free from your throat as he speared your tight hole, stretching you more than you’d ever been stretched before. The sensation was so intense, it felt like he was splitting you in half. Thankfully, you were wet enough that it eased some of the stinging pain, but you reacted instinctively, trying to crawl away from the big man surrounding you.

Except there was no way Ari was letting you go. The pain from that first thrust had made your pussy clench down around his thick length so hard, it had wrung a pleasured grunt from him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, holding you tight against his body and preventing you from escaping his throbbing cock. A pathetic whimper slipped from your lips and your hands scrabbled at the passenger seat, trying to pull yourself away from him.

Instead of giving you any chance to escape, Ari started fucking you properly, his thick cock stretching your tight hole so much it wrenched a sob from your mouth. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you screamed and cried while Ari fucked you like a beast. His hands were everywhere, roaming all over your body, ripping your jacket and top off so his calloused palms could grope every inch of your naked flesh. His fingers pinched your nipples, making you cry harder, a pleased groan slipping from his mouth and directly into your ear.

It occurred to you that you were being very loud and though Ari’s truck was parked in the back corner of the service station lot, you weren’t that far away from other people. Anyone could walk by and see Ari fucking you like a bitch in heat, using your body like the cock whore he accused you of being while you screamed through the pain and pleasure. Shame burned through your body and you bit your lip, silencing the sounds that had been spilling from your mouth unabashedly.

But Ari didn’t like that. “Don’t get quiet on me now, fucktoy,” Ari growled in your ear, wrapping one of his hands around the front of your neck, holding your face braced with his thumb and forefinger. Then, without warning, he slapped you across the cheek, making you cry out in shock. Your pussy clamped down around his cock and he chuckled. “Oh does my cock slut like a little pain?” he cooed, his tone a condescending taunt. He slapped you again, and that time you moaned, even as a wave of fresh tears splashed down your cheeks.

The pleasured sound falling from your lips seemed to snap whatever restraint had been holding Ari back from showing you his true self, because he set upon your body like a feral beast. His hand wrapped around your throat and choked you tightly, fingers digging into the sides to restrict your airflow. His other hand reached beneath your body to slap and pinch and grope your tits, his fingers rough and heedless of whether he was going to leave bruises or other marks on your skin. All the while, the pain and pleasure surged through your body, pushing you to the brink of what you knew would be a devastating release.

Ari laughed in your ear when he felt your pussy rippling around his cock. “You’re gonna come on my cock, aren’t ya baby?” he asked with mocking condescension. He fucked you harder when all you did was sob in response, his voice going rough and gravelly in your ear. “You’re such a pathetic little fucktoy, so desperate for my big, mean cock to destroy your needy cunt.” His beard rasped against your cheek, the bite of it making you want more. “Fuck, I bet you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” he growled, something like laughter in his voice. “Bet you’d let me do the grossest, most disgusting things to your body and thank me for it, huh?” He slapped your tits as he drove his cock into you mercilessly, proving his point.

All you could manage in response were garbled sounds of pleasure, moans and breathy whines mixing with your whimpers and cries. In that moment, you couldn’t think of anything you wouldn’t let Ari do to you—though you didn’t have much imagination for that kind of thing as he did—so you simply nodded in answer to his question.

A chuckle rumbled in Ari’s chest, but when he spoke, his voice was a commanding growl. “Thank me,” he ordered, his hand around your throat squeezing you in rhythmic pulses that had black creeping into the edges of your vision. “Thank your king for fucking you, for hurting you, for making you cry.”

“Th-thank you, thank you, Ari,” you gasped, your voice husky from screaming, your throat aching from his hand choking you. You tried to swallow, but couldn’t mange it, spluttering for a moment until Ari’s hand relented the tiniest bit. You sucked in a breath and babbled the first words that came to mind. “Thank you for hurting my pathetic body, thank you for making me cry, thank you for fucking my needy cunt—thank you, my king!” Your final words were a broken sob, pleasure overwhelming you as you balanced on the edge of your release.

“There’s a good cock whore,” Ari purred in your ear, clearly enjoying the way the honorific sounded in your desperate voice. “Now come on your king’s cock,” he commanded, using the flat of his fingers to slap your clit. The stinging pain swirled with the immense pleasure winding through your body. You didn’t stand a chance against Ari’s cruel hand slapping your clit and his harsh command.

A sound halfway between a scream and a sob wrenched free from your mouth as you came, your body shaking uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back in your skull, your awareness blacking out for just a moment. Waves and waves of unending pleasure coursed through your body, so overwhelming it felt like you were floating in a sea of ecstasy. When you finally surfaced, Ari was still fucking your cunt, his voice turning rougher with his own nearing release. It took a moment to realize the sounds he was growling in your ear were words.

“You’re mine now, baby,” Ari was saying. “I’m your fucking king, and you’re my toy to use whenever I want.” His thrusts turned erratic as he rutted into you, your still pulsing cunt milking his cock for all your body was worth. “You were made for this, for being fucked and taking my come and keeping my cock warm,” he grunted, his breaths coming harsher as his beard rasped against your cheek. “I’m going to keep you right where you belong—with me.”

With a deep, rumbling groan, Ari shoved his cock deep in your cunt and came. His hand squeezed your throat so tightly, you nearly blacked out again, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips on your delicate neck. His other arm was wrapped under your hips, holding you flush against him as he emptied his balls into your pussy, grunting and growling the whole time his cock was twitching deep inside you.

More than anything else he’d done, Ari coming deep in your cunt felt like a claiming, like he was showing you that your body no longer belonged to you. It belonged to him. He would do whatever he wanted with you, and you would thank him for it. It seemed a simple existence, and you were so tired, so sated, and so warm in Ari’s arms. It seemed so easy to submit to him—so you did.

Relief swept over you body and you sank into Ari’s hold. If it hadn’t been for his arms holding you up, you would’ve slumped to the floor. Instead, you felt him taking your weight into his hands, his beard brushing against your shoulder as he nuzzled your sweat-slick skin for a moment. If you weren’t mistaken, you could feel Ari brushing sweet little kisses to your shoulder blades and across your spine. A smile curved your lips.

You felt one of Ari’s hands fumbling around his thighs but didn’t think much of it until he looped his belt around your throat. Your muscles were so tired, your eyes so heavy-lidded that you didn’t try to protest as he tightened it around your neck. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt or cut off your airflow, just enough that you’d never forget it was there.

When he was done securing the belt around your throat, Ari dropped one last kiss to your shoulder, then smacked your ass lightly. “Get into the back,” he growled, spurring you to move.

Despite your exhaustion, it was becoming instinctual to follow your trucker’s orders so you crawled forward, whimpering when you pulled off Ari’s cock, pausing as shudders wracked your body. You collapsed into the space between the front seats, weakly crawling into the back seat compartment. Ari followed you inside the rig, pulling his door closed and locking up the cab.

“On the bed,” he ordered, his tone gruff but not unkind. You scrambled up onto the cot, kicking your shoes off before pulling them onto the blanket. Ari grumbled, pulling your socks off, then tugging your skirt down over your thighs, depositing it on the floor along with his flannel. He left his pants on, which he’d pulled up and refastened, but his broad chest was clad in nothing but a thin, white undershirt.

You could see a smattering of dark brown chest hair beneath Ari’s shirt and you wanted to rub your cheek against his pecs. You were so tired and he looked so warm, you just wanted to cuddle into him, take comfort in his massive body. Even if he’d used it to hurt you, he’d made you feel so good, too. It was easier to think about the good than the bad.

You didn’t know what expression your face was making, but when Ari got a look at it, he chuckled. It wasn’t a cruel sound for once, but warm and a little pleased. It made you smile softly.

Before he joined you on the bed, Ari pulled some thin rope from a toolbox beneath the cot. He cut off a short length that couldn’t have been more than three feet. You watched him curiously as he tied one end to a belt loop on his pants. You understood a moment later when he tied the other around the metal belt buckle resting in the hollow of your throat. The rope was your leash, and Ari was ensuring you weren’t going to run away while he slept.

Even though his intention was clear, Ari ducked down until his eyes were level with yours. “Don’t try to escape while I’m sleeping,” he warned, his voice low and mean as he went on, “Because I will track you down, and you won’t like how I punish disobedient fucktoys, d’you hear me?” He tugged on the rope to prove his point, but it wasn’t necessary, you were already nodding.

You couldn’t find your tongue or the words to tell Ari that you weren’t going to run away from him. He was your king, you’d submitted to him, the rope wasn’t necessary to prevent your escape because you weren’t even going to try. But you still didn’t protest it because a part of you was comforted by the crude leash. It meant that Ari couldn’t leave you either. It meant he couldn’t leave you on the side of the road and drive off without you. It meant he was really keeping you.

Ari seemed to read your thoughts easily on your face and he pressed a smacking kiss to your lips that felt like a reward. Then, without anymore discussion, he stood up. “Lay down,” he commanded.

You stretched out on your side against the back wall of the compartment, and Ari climbed into the bed with you. To your surprise, he opened his arms to you, and—even though it wasn’t explicitly an order—you eagerly fell into them, letting him wrap you up against his broad chest. He pulled a blanket over the two of you, and you sighed contentedly.

Perhaps you should’ve thought about planning a getaway, but in that moment, you couldn’t see a way out of Ari’s truck, let alone any way to escape him entirely. Besides, you didn’t want to. He might’ve been mean and rough, and a little cruel, but he had moments of softness. You didn’t have much of a choice, so you decided to choose him.

After all, he’d taken you, he’d chosen you. All you had to do was submit to him and accept that he was your life now.

So you did.

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trucker king masterlist

a dark trucker Ari Levinson series

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: after you're stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, you're left to hitchhike home. when you're picked up by a truck driver who expects to be repaid for his kindness, your life turns down an entirely new and different road.

status: ongoing

series warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, dubcon/noncon, abduction, coercion, sex as payment, rough sex, sadism/masochism, degradation, stockholm syndrome (these are not exhaustive, read the warnings on each part!)

main series

part 1

part 2

part 2 epilogue

part 3

miscellaneous bits

booping Ari while you're bored

Ari uses your mouth in a gas station bathroom

meeting Ari's trucker friends over the radio

Ari's pov while you're sucking his cock

the original trucker!Ari request and drabble

trucker!Ari headcanons

vague ideas about Ari's backstory

what would Ari do if reader was hurt

is Ari ever soft with reader? response 1 and 2

what toys Ari would use on reader

would Ari have a watersports kink?

what Ari would do if someone tried to take reader from him

what Ari would do if another woman hit on him

has Ari abducted girls before?

Ari is touch-starved

other characters in my trucker au

trucker prince charming series (trucker!Jake Jensen)

part 1

other truckers miscellaneous bits and headcanons

trucker!Walt intro thoughts

will any Henry Cavill characters join the trucker au?

how trucker!Andy likes to be greeted when he gets home

trucker!Andy introduction drabble

trucker!Lee and alternate trucker!Bucky ideas

current list of characters who are/will be in my trucker au

trucker!Bucky request and drabble

everything in this AU is tagged trucker au or trucker ari levinson

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🌝 booping trucker!ari while cockwarming

Chi, you wonderful menace, you have no idea what you've done to me!! this was going to be a short little scene and then it turned into THIS i'm sorry

bored on the road

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: you're bored on the road and it gets you into trouble.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, cock warming, object insertion, sadism/masochism, slight bratting/brat taming, choking, breathplay, painplay, face slapping, come play/come eating, exhibitionism, dirty talk, daddy kink, heavy degradation, some praise, brief objectification, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), possessive sex, tiny bit of aftercare, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, a mean hot man

word count: 4.7k

a/n: i know we're like almost a week past the tumblr boop fest but work was rough this week so apologies that this is a little late!!! also uh, this got way filthier than i was expecting so please enjoy i guess?? 😅

trucker king masterlist

Your head lay on Ari’s shoulder, the warm afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window of his truck and landing on your face, making you sleepy. But, though you were comfortable with your legs straddling Ari’s lap and your chest pressed so close to his that you could feel his heart beating against your sternum, sleep didn’t come.

You sat on your trucker’s lap, your bodies joined in the most intimate way while he navigated his rig through the frustratingly dull traffic on a dusty highway somewhere in the midwest. Both of you were quiet—Ari because he shut down all your attempts at conversation and you because you’d grown tired of trying to get him to talk.

Though he wouldn’t talk, Ari wanted you on his lap, your tight, soft hole keeping him warm while he drove. You’d acquiesced as always, happy to follow his command, to be useful and connected to your trucker.

Still, you were bored.

You’d turned your head to look out the window, but with traffic creeping along so slowly and nothing but the endless, barren desert stretching out beyond the road, there wasn’t much to look at. You could feel a restlessness thrumming beneath your skin, urging you to move, to do something, even as you tried to push it down.

Ari had made it clear he didn’t want to talk, and you knew well enough he wanted you to be a quiet, well-behaved little cockwarmer. You wanted to be that for him, you wanted to be content with cockwarming him like you so often were, but that restlessness clawed through your body until you finally succumbed to its siren’s song.

Sitting up straight, you wiggled your hips, watching your trucker’s face for a reaction as his cock shifted deep in your cunt. Though you knew it felt good for him, Ari merely grunted at the sensation, flicking a warning glare at you. Pouting, you squeezed him with your inner walls, clenching down hard enough to wring a huffed sound of exasperation out of him.

“Sit still,” he scolded in a low, rumbling growl, his words barely discernable in his gruff grumble. One of his hands shifted from the steering wheel to your lower back, pressing you down on his cock so the tip of him ground against a spot inside you that made your lashes flutter with pleasure.

Instead of settling you, his words and his hand on your back only made the frustrating restlessness worse. So you stared at your trucker in quiet contemplation for a moment.

Ari’s handsome face was hardened into a severe expression as he stared out at the unrelenting traffic clogging the interstate. His blue eyes were dulled with boredom and frustration of his own, the edges of his mouth pulled down in a frown framed perfectly but his dark beard. His brown hair hung down on either side of his face, calling attention to his handsomeness—and his unhappiness.

An idea came to you suddenly. A terrible idea. A wonderfully terrible idea.

Before you could think better of it, you booped Ari on the nose.

“Boop,” you chirped, pulling your finger away quickly. You knew the probability of retaliation from your trucker was high, though you weren’t certain what form it would take.

However, instead of growling or yelling at you to get back to being a quiet little cockwarmer, Ari simply cut his eyes to yours briefly. He raised an eyebrow, managing to look condescending even as he asked a silent question. He didn’t wait for a response, though, before he looked away from you and back out at the dusty road.

You huffed a little annoyed sigh at being essentially ignored by your trucker, your lips pursing in an even deeper pout. Though it was clear Ari didn’t like being booped, you refused to be deterred.

Tapping Ari’s nose again with your finger, you trilled, “Boop!” even louder than before.

Still, your trucker gave you nothing in the way of a compelling response. You should’ve seen the trap for what it was, but then, you were the one who got into Ari’s rig in the first place.

Determined to get a reaction out of your trucker, you pressed your finger to the tip of Ari’s nose like you were holding down a button and droned, “Booooop!”

Quicker than you would’ve thought possible, Ari tipped his head back and caught your finger between his teeth. He nipped at your skin hard enough to scold, but not break skin. It was so sudden, it shocked you.

“Ah!” you squealed at the sting of his teeth, the surprised sound dissolving into a giggle. You tried to pull your finger free, but Ari bit down a little harder.

His eyes cut to yours, a mirthful reprimand in his sparkling blue eyes. They practically shone in the warm afternoon light filtering into the truck cab.

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming your hips, the slight pain of his teeth digging into your skin going straight to your core. A soft moan slipped from your lips when you felt your trucker’s hard length twitch within your cunt, making you grind down on him as subtly as you could, trying to eke out the delicious friction of his cock rubbing inside of you. “I’m sorry for booping you,” you mumbled, pouting at your trucker. “I’m just bored.”

With one last nip to the pad of your finger, Ari let you go. However, he clearly wasn’t done with you because a moment later, his hand circled the front of your throat and he held you still, pinning you with his ruthless gaze.

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine and you tried desperately not to show how much you enjoyed finally having your trucker’s attention.

“Aw baby, why didn’t you tell me you were bored,” Ari cooed in a mockingly sweet tone. It was the one he used just before he got really mean. Your heart beat faster with excitement.

His fingertips digging into your neck were a second warning, Ari’s hand squeezing your throat so tight, an involuntary whimper slipped past your lips. Instead of fear, though, there was only heady arousal dripping through your body, pooling in your core and leaking out around Ari’s stiff cock.

“Since warming daddy’s cock is so boring,” Ari began, his voice lowering into a deep, seething growl as he squeezed your throat even tighter, choking off your air supply. “Let’s see how you like it when daddy makes you ride something else, huh, fucktoy?”

You barely had time to grin at the malicious glimmer in Ari’s eye before he was forcing you off his lap and down onto the floor between the driver’s and passenger seats. The sting of pain in your knees as they collided with the hard floor scarcely registered when you were too curious about what your trucker had planned for you.

Ari shifted his grip to your chin and pushed your face against the gearshift sitting in front of you, the thick, leather-wrapped knob at eye-level from where you knelt.

The realization of what Ari expected you to do struck you like a freight train, stealing the breath from your lungs as your eyes widened. Even as your mind went blank with surprise, something dark and filthy deep inside your body twitched with interest, coming alive at the thought of sinking your pussy down on the gearshift of Ari’s truck.

“Lick daddy’s gearshift, sweetheart,” Ari ordered, mocking condescension dripping from his tone. Then your heart nearly stopped when he confirmed he wanted you to do exactly what you’d suspected. “You’re gonna wanna make it nice and slick if you don’t want it to hurt when you fuck yourself on it.”

Your eyes went heavy-lidded as you let Ari’s words wash over you, your pussy throbbing with desire and your lips dropping open in a silent moan. However, your trucker wasn’t an especially patient man, so he pushed your mouth against the gearshift, urging you to follow his command.

You knew well enough to follow any order Ari gave you, so you wrapped your hands around the shaft of the gearshift and pulled yourself closer. Pressing your lips to the leather and plastic of the shifter, you kissed all over it, making sure to leave plenty of drool behind.

“That’s it, cock slut,” Ari rumbled, his tone pleased. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he was flicking his gaze between you and the road, depraved delight sparkling in his eyes. “Show daddy’s gear stick some love.” His big hand settled heavily on the crown of your head, pushing your lips harder against the leather handle.

You redoubled your efforts, licking and kissing the gearshift until your lips and chin were covered in your own saliva. It was sloppy and messy, but you could tell from Ari’s warm chuckle that he enjoyed the sight of you making out with his truck’s shifter.

“You’re drooling all over that knob like you wish it was your new boyfriend, cock whore,” Ari teased, a wickedness in his tone that made your pussy throb and clench desperately around nothing. A soft whine caught in the back of your throat, but Ari heard the pathetic sound, laughing harder at you. “Is that it, gross girl?” he asked mockingly. “Ya wanna make daddy’s gearshift your new boyfriend?”

Using his grip on your head, he made you nod, rubbing your mouth lewdly against the slick leather knob. You whimpered, clutching the long shaft of the lever so you weren’t tempted to shove you hand between your thighs and impale yourself on your fingers. You were dripping down your thighs and you wanted something to shove deep in your aching, throbbing pussy.

“Well get him nice and wet, baby,” Ari said, the laughter in his tone stealing some of the edge from his command. “Cause he’s going in that tight cunt of yours—we’re gonna see how much we can stretch and ruin that needy little hole of yours.”

Ari’s hand left the back of your head, giving you room to lick and kiss and drool over the gearshift to your heart’s content. Distantly, you felt the drift of the truck as it slowly merged into another lane, but you were too preoccupied with your task to care much about the traffic Ari was navigating.

When your trucker was satisfied with your work, he grabbed the back of your neck and yanked you away from the gearshift. A protesting whine fell from your lips, which made Ari laugh loudly, the sound cold and mean as it filled the truck and made you hotter with desire.

“Time to fuck your new boyfriend, sweetheart,” Ari mocked, looking pointedly at the slick gearshift then back at you. “Let’s see if you’re still bored when you’re stretching your tight cunt on daddy’s gear stick.” His eyes danced with wicked mirth as he stared down at you from the driver’s seat, squeezing your neck when you didn’t immediately move to follow his command.

On trembling legs, you stood, bending at the waist to fit within the confines of the truck cab and turned around. If your bare ass was on display for any cars or trucks around Ari’s rig, neither of you cared. Thankfully, the oversized t-shirt your wore covered most of you.

As quickly as you could manage, you positioned yourself above the flat top of the gearshift and reached between your thighs to hold the shaft steady. You lowered yourself down onto the knob, the slick leather pushing against your dripping pussy.

However, though you were soaking wet with arousal and the gearshift was covered in your drool, the broad leather handle met resistence from your cunt, which refused to give and allow the thick object inside your small hole. No matter how you shifted or pushed down on the gearshift, it wouldn’t sink into your sopping pussy. A whine worked its way up your throat, leaking from your lips and filling the truck cab with your frustration.

“It’s too big, daddy,” you whimpered as you struggled, your thighs beginning to shake from the awkward way you hovered above the gearshift.

“Aw, baby,” Ari cooed before his voice turned cold and mean, “Do you think I fucking care?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides until your eyes flicked to his. His blue gaze danced in the afternoon sunlight with depraved intent. “I was perfectly content with you sitting in my lap, your cunt keeping my cock warm,” he growled, sounding furious as his gaze flicked between you and the road. “But you were bored—so you’re gonna fuck daddy’s gear stick or I’m gonna find something bigger to shove in that needy cunt of yours.”

Ari’s ruthless words had your pussy throbbing in response, more arousal dripping from your slit and onto the knob between your thighs. It was all you could do to whimper with desperation and rock against the leather shifter, your cunt aching to be filled.

The gearshift rubbed between your folds, teasing your little hole with its broadness. With renewed determination, you pushed down on the lever, pressing against it until your pussy’s resistence gave way and you finally—finally—felt the thick knob slip past the tight rim of your cunt’s entrance.

A loud, pornographic groan fell from your lips as your jaw dropped and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of Ari’s gearshift sinking into your pussy. There was the burning sting of the thick, unyielding lever inside your stretched cunt, but the sensation softened into waves of pleasure that threatened to carry you away to a sea of ecstasy.

You craved more of that deliciously aching pleasure, so you pushed down on the gearshift, taking the leather knob deep inside your cunt. It felt like your pussy was greedy for more with how easy it was to lower yourself further on the shifter, until the top hit the end of you and you couldn’t take any more.

For a long moment, you hung suspended in the feeling of the fullness in your cunt, the leather knob so deep inside you, you were convinced that if you pressed down on your lower tummy, you’d be able to feel it. Your eyes were closed, mouth hanging open in pleasure-drunk bliss as you reveled in the sensation of having the strange object inside you.

However, your trucker clearly wasn’t happy that you’d forgotten you were putting on a depraved show for him, and he dragged your attention back to him in the meanest way possible.

Ari slapped you across the face, the cracking sound reaching your ears before you registered the sting. When the pain hit you, your pussy clenched tight around the gearshift inside you, and you moaned, blinking dazed eyes until your trucker came into focus. His blue gaze was dancing with amusement and cruel delight.

“Look at me while you ride your new boyfriend, cock whore,” Ari sneered meanly, his hand returning to your throat. He squeezed your neck lightly, a warning not to look away from him again. “Go on and degrade yourself for me, baby,” he rumbled, a grin slowly spreading across his handsome face. “Fuck yourself on my rig’s gear stick—show daddy what a disgusting little slut ya are.”

You stared into Ari’s eyes and moaned, your mouth parting and your gaze going heavy-lidded with pleasure at the depravity of his words. Your reaction only made Ari’s grin deepen, his eyes shimmering in the golden afternoon light filtering into the truck cab.

He kept looking back at the road, one hand on the wheel to steer the truck, the other around your neck. His attention was split because it had to be, but you had the compulsion to put on a show for him that was so distracting, he’d have trouble remembering to look away from you.

With that thought crystalizing in your mind, you lifted yourself up on the gearshift until only the top was lodged in your pussy, the knob stretching your tight hole to its limit, before sliding back down on the shaft. The lever was so stiff and unrelenting inside your body, the object so foreign, that a wicked shiver raced down your spine.

Your body knew it was taking something unnatural, something that was never meant to be shoved inside your slick hole. But you were riding it anyway, your pussy taking Ari’s gearshift like it was a cock and it turned you on more. Eagerly, you fucked Ari’s truck like it was him, bouncing on it happily, the knowledge that you were using something as perverse as a gearshift to get yourself off only making you gush even more with arousal.

“Daddy,” you whimpered on a moan, staring into Ari’s handsome face while you rode his gear stick. Pleasure and pain twisted your expression, your thighs trembling violently from holding you up, even as you kept fucking yourself on the leather knob.

“Ya still bored, cock whore?” Ari taunted, his hand around your throat pulling your upper body closer to him. Your nose brushed against the coarse hair of his beard and you moaned when you inhaled the familiar musky scent of your trucker.

The new position allowed you to brace your hands on Ari’s chest, and you nearly sobbed in relief as it took some of your weight off your shaking legs. The reprieve was so overwhelming, it took you a moment to gather your wits and answer Ari’s question.

“No, daddy, ‘m not bored at all,” you purred, using the new angle of your body to bounce your hips on the gearshift. The wet schlick sounds of your cunt fucking the knob filled the truck cab, and you let loose a low moan, the sound nearly muffled in Ari’s beard.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his hand squeezing your throat and moving you so he could see the pleasure dancing across your features. His gaze trailed down your body to where your ass was bouncing on his gear stick, his throat bobbing in front of your eyes as he swallowed thickly. “Good fucking girl.”

The look in his eye was nearly entranced and you couldn’t help but smirk a little to yourself. It had been a few seconds since he’d glanced at the road, and though you knew you were playing a dangerous game, you didn’t really think you’d cause Ari to crash his truck.

Probably.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whimpered, pouting your lips at your trucker and dragging his attention away from your ass. His darkening eyes fell to your lips, exactly like you wanted. “It’s so big inside me, my little pussy’s so full, daddy.” You batted your lashes at Ari, pleased to see his pupils dilate even more, until only a thin ring of blue remained.

“Christ, baby, you’re making me jealous of my fucking rig,” Ari groaned like he was in pain. His fingers dug into the sides of your neck while the hand that had been on the steering wheel moved to his cock. Your trucker used his knee to steer while he stroked himself in his fist. “Ya like your new boyfriend better than me?” Ari asked, something dangerous in his tone.

You almost giggled at the idea that you could like his truck’s gearshift better than his cock, but you bit the sound back knowing he was asking a serious question. Holding Ari’s gaze, you shook your head solemnly.

“No,” you said honestly. “Nothing’s better than your fat cock, daddy.” You trailed your fingers down Ari’s chest before wrapping them around the tip of his cock, both of you using your hands to stroke his hard length. “You fill me up so good, daddy, I love feeling you pump me full of your come.” You pressed a sweet kiss to his bearded cheek, the gesture so at odds with the filthiness of what you were both doing that it made it hotter.

“Fuck,” Ari ground out through clenched teeth. Then, something in him seemed to snap right before your eyes.

Suddenly, Ari’s hand was gone from around his cock. He gripped the wheel and swerved the truck to the side to pull onto the shoulder of the highway. The truck went half off the road, the bumpiness making you ride Ari’s gearshift harder, wringing a depraved moan from you that made his eyes flare with more wildness.

A thick cloud of dust swirled around the cab, but neither of you gave any thought to the fact that it would shield what you were about to do from everyone else on the road.

“In the back, baby,” your trucker growled, throwing on his hazards and reaching for his gearshift to put the rig in park.

For a second, Ari seemed stumped about what to do. Since the shifter was still buried in your pussy, he couldn’t grab it like he normally would. Instead, he opted to grab your hips in both hands and use your body to shift the truck into park.

A delicious shiver at the perverse obscenity of the action raced down your spine and you moaned loudly. There was something about Ari using your body as an extension of his truck that was so fucking hot, your mind went completely blank for a moment.

Then his hands released you and the need to be fucked rushed back into your body. Without thinking, you were tumbling forward, pulling yourself off the shifter with a whimper and crawling eagerly onto the cot in the back of the rig.

“Hope your new boyfriend loosened you up, fucktoy,” Ari growled as he followed you into the back, pushing you down onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. “Because I’m gonna use your cunt like it’s my own personal fleshlight.” He slapped your ass hard enough to make you jump and yelp before you relaxed back into position.

You were perched on the edge of the cot, your knees spread and back curved in an arch, head resting on your arms so your ass was up and on display for your trucker. Without any more warning, Ari slid his stiff, leaking cock into your slick, warm cunt.

Your trucker groaned loudly, the pleasured rumble warming your heart with pride as he buried his thick cock in your snug little pussy. A soft smile tugged at the edges of your mouth as Ari curled around you, covering your back with his chest, his hands reaching around to grope your tits through your cotton t-shirt.

“Christ, ya feel so fucking good, baby,” Ari growled, rolling his hips in tight circles, fucking you hard and fast.

The sound of your bodies clapping against each other drifted to your ears, adding to the pleasure gathering in a tight coil in your core. Your trucker’s face was pressed into the back of your neck, his breath hot and harsh against your skin, raising goosebumps all over your body.

“You’re still so fucking tight, cock slut,” Ari rasped, nipping at the underside of your jaw and making you clench down on his cock from even that brief bite of pain. “You were made to take my cock, weren’t ya, sweetheart—my cock and anything else I want, huh, kiddo?”

Ari’s husky chuckle and his degrading words ghosted over your cheek and you could do nothing else besides moan your response. You’d fuck anything he told you to fuck, riding his gearshift whenever he wanted, as long as he fucked you exactly like he was afterward. Ari’s cock filled you perfectly, like your body truly was made for him, the tip of him grinding against your cervix and making you see stars.

It seemed Ari didn’t need you to answer his question, because he went on speaking filth in your ear, one of his hands wrapping around your throat and choking you while the other groped your tits and plucked at your nipples.

“Ya gonna come on daddy’s dick, sweetheart?” he taunted, his tone mean and cruel and so cold it made your desire flare hotter. “Gonna cream all over your filthy trucker’s fat cock even after I made you fuck my gear stick, baby?”

Your lips moved, forming words before you could force them off your tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, daddy,” you whispered, riding the edge of your release. Ari’s cock pummeled your cunt, pounding so deep you could feel him in your throat, and it was almost enough. “Please, daddy,” you cried, needing just a bit more stimulation to push you over.

Ari grunted in your ear, “Alright, kiddo,” before reaching between your thighs and finding your clit, slippery with your wetness. His thick fingers rubbed the aching nub and it was exactly what you needed.

With a piercing cry, you tumbled headfirst into an ocean of pleasure, your body going tight and taut as the coil in your core snapped, warm bliss flooding through you. Your cunt gripped Ari’s cock, choking his thick dick in a vise that made him groan viciously.

Your trucker rutted into you furiously, finding his release moments later. He buried his cock deep inside you and came, grunting his pleasure as he emptied his balls in your cunt. You moaned softly at the feeling of his hard length twitching inside you. His low groan as your cunt wrung every drop of seed from his dick filled you with satisfaction.

For a long moment, you and Ari savored the pleasure of your bodies together, but it couldn’t last. Your trucker didn’t linger—he couldn’t, not with his truck idling on the side of the highway.

Once he’d caught his breath, Ari pressed a rough kiss to your cheek before pulling out of you and shuffling up to the front. He collapsed into the driver’s seat while you fell onto your side, your eyes watching as he grabbed the gearshift and put the truck back in drive to pull back onto the highway.

Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, but you kept them open long enough to catch Ari licking your juices from his palm. An unmistakeable groan rumbled deep in your trucker’s chest when he tasted you and your pussy gave a week throb in response. Too tired to move, you smiled and sank into the waiting arms of the sleep that called to you.

However, Ari’s snapping fingers dragged you back into the world of the waking.

“Get up here and clean up your mess, kiddo,” Ari ordered, his voice gruff and stern.

There was a warmth to his tone that you recognized as the satisfaction you’d given him by making him come, and you couldn’t help smiling at your own pleased pride. But his words were a command all the same, and you knew what you had to do.

Gathering your strength, you hauled yourself up from the cot and shifted onto your knees between the two seats. You leaned into the gearshift and began licking your slick from the leather, turning your head enough to catch Ari’s eye. He wore a satisfied smirk, reaching down to pet your head as you did what he’d told you.

Humming happily, you smiled and cleaned up the gearshift like the good girl you wanted to be for your trucker. By the time you were done, the sun was low in the sky. The golden light in the truck had darkened into a fiery glow, and you felt the tug of sleep more insistently.

Ari chuckled when he noticed you were half-asleep and still licking his gearshift. He helped you into his lap, guiding you down onto his cock to keep him warm while he continued driving.

You fell asleep against your trucker’s chest, happy and satisfied, the restlessness that had plagued you earlier in the afternoon having been finally subdued by Ari.

Still, you’d discovered what Ari would do if you booped his nose, and you tucked that knowledge away, saving it for a rainy day when you were inevitably bored again. He was a truck driver after all, there were bound to be more boring days on the road. But you knew your trucker would make sure you were entertained—by making you entertain him.

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MY FIRST TRY AND THE UNIVERSE WAS TELLING ME THAT THIS IS MY DADDY FOR LIFE!! THERES NO ESCAPING HIM, WE WERE MEANT TO BE😩💗

I love this little game baby, you did good💗

Screenshot and see who is your fictional boyfriend !

Reblog who you got on your first try ! o(^▽^)o NO CHEATING !

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Ooo

Making a lil game … hope some will have fun with it once it’s done ! o(^▽^)o

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imyourbratzdoll · 3 days

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You brought Bucky to Ulta with you and he’s standing in front of a row of lipsticks with his arms crossed, a shopping basket in his hand and a frown on his devastatingly handsome face.

Y/N: What color should I get?

Bucky: You don’t even need make-up, you’re beautiful without it. Why do I care what color you get?

Y/N: Because I’m gonna leave a ring of it around your cock.

Bucky: ….

He uncrosses his arms and proceeds to swipe the entire shelf of lipstick into the shopping basket.

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Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

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pink in the night

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Porn with a bit of plot, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, soft Buck, SMUT!!!!

AN: Sorry y'all! It's kinda a bit shit but listen, it's self-indulgent so idc :) This is kinda inspired by 'Pink in the Night' by Mitski which I was listening to while writing this. Have a good rest of the week, y'all <3

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Bucky had a love-hate relationship with being your neighbour. On the one hand, he loved seeing your face as you left your room every morning, hair not yet slicked to perfection, and sleep still evident on your face. You seemed a lot more innocent in the morning - conversations more idle.

On the other hand - and perhaps as a downside to his more sensitive hearing - you drove him crazy with the knowledge of things that perhaps he wasn't supposed to know.

This night was no different. You had headed off to bed after a long day, bidding everyone in the kitchen a good night. You grabbed a water bottle before slipping into the elevator, Bucky not far behind. You stepped out of the elevator together and you wished him sweet dreams before slipping into your room. Oh, his dreams were going to be far from sweet.

You see, your beds were pushed up to opposite sides of the same wall, so he could hear you relax on your bed. He could hear you shuffle to strip into just your underwear, and how your hand slipped into your panties. He could hear how your breath hitched as you circled your clit, and your soft moans as you plunged your fingers into your cunt or as your vibrator dipped in between your folds.

He could almost envisage you doing it - a forbidden porno that took root in his mind every night that he heard you finger yourself to completion. The rosy pink flush that you would glow as you came all over your hand. Your heavy rise and fall of your chest as you came down from your high. The small smile that would adorn your face as rolled over to fall asleep - the oxytocin released coursing through your veins.

He felt disgusting as he did - one of those creeps that he intended to protect you from for the rest of his life. But after you'd fallen asleep, he'd hop into the shower to cool his body and his mind - to throw the detestable thoughts of you to the far corners of his mind. But as he fell asleep, you'd re-enter his mind in a different way. A more safe-for-work way. You'd be in his arms, cuddling him and whispering sweet words of encouragement. You'd be cooking him dinner while he told you funny stories about his life with scrawny Steve in the 40s; he'd be washing the dishes while you sat on the counter tell him about your day. He'd worry for your well-being - not as an overbearing coworker but as a loving, doting boyfriend. Maybe husband.

Bucky was getting ahead of himself - he'd have to work up the courage to have more than a few-word conversation with you. But for now, wishing he could hold your hand would have to suffice.

Being Bucky's neighbour was not much easier. Especially when he was completely oblivious to your plight. Even the slight brush of a hand made your heart flutter.

You loved seeing him early in the morning - he always seemed less reserved when he was fresh from a good night's rest. He was faster to smile, faster to laugh. It was nice. You woke up at an ungodly hour to see him just before he headed on his morning run. You couldn't deny that the morning light did wonders for him - you were always left wanting more when he dipped into the elevator.

Oh, and the sounds. Your hearing was not quite as superior as Bucky's, but you definitely heard things that left you clenching around thin air.

You knew Bucky wasn't one to self-complete often - in fact, it was rare that you ever caught on to the act. But you had caught the odd broken moan coming from his room. You turned into molten mush, the weight of your arousal buckling your knees. If there was any sound that could turn you to putty, it was that.

You didn't how many times the idea of Bucky fucking you had played through your mind, but each night a different variation brought you the same ending - your fingers deep in your cunt, coaxing you to a climax.

Every night, you wished his cock, tongue, fingers were filling you up instead of yours, leaving you aching and wishing for more. You wanted to run your nails down his back - leaving permanent reminders of your love for him - while he nipped at your neck - leaving marks claiming you as his.

Sometimes, your brain caught up to your thoughts, reprimanding you for your possessiveness. He wasn't yours, you had to remind yourself, even if you wished he was. For that, you'd have to actually have to have more than a few-word conversation with him - which to be honest, seemed impossible. So you stuck to your nightly wishful dreaming, hoping one day he'd be yours. Only yours.

Summer was the worst for Bucky. You were the type to spend hours upon hours out in the sun, coming back with a budding tan and rosy complexion - it did nothing to quell the budding images flashing in the back of his mind. You. Under him. Panting. Moaning his name as he brought you to the edge. Over and over again. Face glowing pink as you gaze up into his eyes, drunk on love and his cock. Bucky had to excuse himself to splash cold water on his face.

It didn't help that the clothing you wore did nothing to help his imagination. The semi-sheer tops, the shorts, the swimsuit and bikinis. Every time he saw you, he immediately had to duck back inside to deal with 'a little problem'. More like a very large, very hard, and very obvious problem.

Still, he enjoyed your company more than he had for the better part of his time living in the compound. He listened to your stories, your jokes, helped solve your issues. He felt that - even if you weren't quite what he wanted you to be - your relationship was blossoming into something quite beautiful. And that made him feel a lot braver - he introduced a little comment here and there, a hand always on your waist or the small of your back. He flirted with you from time to time: just to gauge a meter on your reactions, he'd tell himself, as if this was an experiment to crack a hypothesis that had been perplexing scientists for years.

The sun was peaking over the top of the trees surrounding the compound when you woke up. That was a rarity in summer, given that the sun rose at nearly 5am. Still, you didn't miss out on the opportunity to watch the sunrise, curling up on your windowsill with your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

You heard Bucky opening his door, and you ran towards yours, grabbing your phone and slippers on your way. You opened your door just as he closed his. He was dressed in gym wear - as always - since he was going on his morning run around the compound track. It was a nice track - one that you rarely frequented - going in and out of the forest behind the compound, totalling about 4.5 miles in distance.

He took you in, eyes bulging as they raked over you. You looked down, following his gaze. Shit. In your rush to see Bucky, you'd forgotten that your nightwear had consisted of some flimsy shorts and your bra - that you had thrown on after waking up to save a modicum of dignity, should someone burst into your room. It was too hot for anything else. You crossed your arms over your chest, which indefinitely made the issue worse as Bucky's eyes lifted way over your head.

"Looking good, babe!" Nat yells, walking across the landing toward you both. Clearly, Bucky had been intending to go on a run with her, maybe fit in a quick sparring session. You sent them on their way, with a 'have fun' and 'don't have too much fun.'

As soon as you were back in the comfort of your room, Nat elbowed Bucky hard.

"Oww! What the fuck was that for?" Rubbing his metal arm, for the convincing act.

"Oh please, you big baby. You have a fucking metal arm, get over yourself." She looked down, "You have a bit of a situation going on down there."

He looks down, embarrassment flushing his cheeks bright red, and subtly tucked his hard dick into his waistband.

"You wanna go sort that out? I won't hold it against you," Nat said, hitting the button to call the lift, "I promise not to tell Stark. Scout's honour." She jokingly holds up 3 fingers. Bucky swats her arm gently.

"No point."

Nat gasps, "No way. Don't tell me Mr. Winter Soldier can't have sex."

"Not sex," Bucky mumbles, "Just jerking off. Can't seem to - you know - finish."

Bucky had a history with Nat. They'd known each other for years. That kind of history made this kind of conversation somewhat less uncomfortable.

Nat burst into laughter. So much for not being uncomfortable.

The lift stopped on Sam's floor. He stepped in, gazing warily at the scene in front of him: the Black Widow doubled over in laughter, and the Winter Soldier embarrassed and uncomfortable in the corner.

He begged to be let in on the joke. Nat wheezed between laughs, "He - can't - fucking - cum!" Bursting into another bout of laughter, with Sam close behind, Bucky jumps out on the next floor, heading to the roof for some fresh air. He catches you up there, trying out some morning yoga. He sneaks up behind you as your stand up, grabbing your waist. You shriek, hitting him hard in the chest, before melting into his embrace once your brain caught up to the situation.

"Not fair!" You pouted, pausing your peaceful music, "Yoga's supposed to be peaceful!"

Bucky chuckles, pulling you into another hug, feeling you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I thought you were going on a run with Nat?" You whispered into his ear, your cheek resting on his clavicle.

"She ditched me for Sam." Bucky opted to leave out the real reason why he had left Nat and Sam in pieces in the elevator.

"Sucks to be you, Barnes!" You laugh pulling away and stepping back onto your mat. "Now leave me alone - just 'cause your friends abandoned you, doesn't mean you can bother me."

Bucky pouted, causing you to laugh before you turned back to your Yoga. He stood there and watched you for a minute, before heading back down to the gym. He strung up a punching bag, before wrapping his flesh wrist. Bucky took all his pent-up aggression and frustration out on the punching bag, allowing no respite between each jab, cross, and hook.

He stayed in the gym for over 3 hours, working every bit of stress out of his body. By the time he left the gym, the sun was high in the sky and a long day of paperwork and training awaited. Bucky headed up to his room for a quick shower - washing all the sweat off his body.

He felt lighter heading downstairs for breakfast - the weight of his arousal pushed far back in his mind. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.

Since deciding he would pursue you honestly, he couldn't seem to finish, no matter how hard he tried. You had been the only thing to push him over the edge - it seemed his body couldn't do it without you. It was frustrating beyond belief. He'd tried other things, porn, erotica, even thinking back to good times before the war. Nothing helped. It was as if his body was finetuned to you - only you knew the magic password to release him. Figuratively and literally.

When he reached the kitchen, he was privy to a welcome sight. You, in your combat gear, grabbing some granola bars before you jumped on the quinjet. You and Stark were heading on a surveillance mission in Guatemala for the week. You were reaching up to the top shelf, stretching on your tiptoes for the expensive granolas that had been kept on the top shelf. Bucky's granola bars that he had put there to stop anyone else from stealing them.

He reached up from behind you and grabbed the box, placing it in your hands. You looked guilty. You'd been caught red-handed.

"It's fine, doll. Take as many as you want." He said, leaning back against the counter, resting on his forearms. Your face flushed red as you grabbed 2 or 3, shoving them into your bag and turning around to fill up your water bottle.

You shivered when his hot breath fanned across your exposed neck, "Just remember that you owe me."

He was gone by the time you turned around.

The rumour had spread like wildfire while you were away.

"Did you hear that Bucky can't have sex?"

"I heard that Bucky can't - you know - cum?"

"Apparently, his time at Hydra fucked him up worse than he realised."

"He can't even masturbate you know?"

The rumours were getting out of hand, but he let them swirl. There was an ounce of truth to them, even if Hydra had nothing to do with his current predicament.

No, that blame could only lie with you.

When you got back, Bucky had just left on a 4-day-long mission with Sam - which meant you heard all the rumours and Bucky wasn't there to defend himself.

You heard it first when you dropped your suit off for dry-cleaning. One of the tech guys was whispering to Marta, the woman who looked after the dry cleaning of suits, about Bucky's apparent inability to ejaculate. You were shocked. Where the hell did they even get that information? You dropped off your suit and headed back up to your room to shower.

You then heard another mention of it when you went to drop off your reports. Two of the agents that were being reassigned to Steve's team - that were currently on a month-long mission in Chad - were gossiping outside Tony's office.

" - and apparently she ran out crying. Thought she wasn't good enough for him or something along those lines. I don't know."

"Yeah, apparently the breakup was grizzly."

"I feel bad for him you know, all of the shit he went through with Hydra, and now this?"

"Yeah, man, really sucks."

Your face blushed a bright red. What the fuck? Where did this rumour even come from? You knew for a fact that Bucky hadn't had a girlfriend since living in the compound so wherever that part of the rumour came from was completely untrue.

You had to get to the bottom of this.

You spent the better part of the next 2 days collecting bits of information from conversations between people around the compound. You found out that the rumour had originated from a conversation between Nat and Sam, which an agent had overheard while they were on their run. It had been twisted as most oral stories were leading to this big misleading idea that Bucky was unable to even get it up and that he was unable to please a woman. You were sure the latter part was untrue. You'd heard the way he moaned alone in his room - you were sure that you could cum just from his moans alone. He wouldn't even need to touch you.

You didn't think the rumour would affect you when Bucky got back. After all, you knew at least some of it to be false. But when he got back, his beard grown out a little because he couldn't shave it while he was away, you felt embarrassed. Not because of his supposed 'predicament' but because you felt as if you had found out something that you maybe weren't supposed to know.

Bucky caught on quicker than you would have liked. The night after he got back, Tony had thrown a little get-together to 'celebrate midsummer'. Realistically, Tony just wanted a reason to go out and drink with his friends. You had avoided Bucky most of the night - not necessarily intentionally, but Bucky still felt slightly hurt and more than a little confused.

He caught you alone on the balcony, looking out at the stars.

"Did I do something?" He said, sneaking up behind you and making you jump. Nervousness and insecurity laced his every move, worried that he had hurt you in some way that he couldn't possibly imagine.

You shook your head violently, scared to make eye contact with him. He lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"What's wrong?" You turned back to face the sky, embarrassment filling your chest. He laced his metal fingers into yours, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"It's stupid."

"No, it's not. Nothing's stupid, not if it's you." Your heart fluttered at his words.

Your eyes met his steady gaze, "It's really stupid." His eyes begged you to go on, "It's just that - um - when I got back I - um - heardthisreallystupidrumourandIshouldn'thaveletitgettomebutbasically -"

Bucky placed a hand on your waist, drawing small circles, "Breathe."

"Someone said you had trouble pleasing women." You let out quietly. If it hadn't been for his enhanced hearing, he probably would have missed you. His grip on your waist tightened, "Bucky?"

"Trouble pleasing women? That's a new one." His deep voice cut you to your core. You let out a small whimper as the arousal pooled in your panties.

Bucky didn't miss that either.

He grabbed your arm and led you through the party. No one gave you a double look as he lead you into the vacant elevator, slamming your floor number and pushing you up against the wall.

"Think I can't please a woman, huh? Think again. Don't think I don't know what you think about when you cum all over your hand, whining my name under your breath." You whined lowly at his words, feeling how he pushed his hard dick perfectly in line with your throbbing pussy, "Isn't that right, slut? That's what you are, aren't you? My perfect little slut?" You moan at his degrading statement, pushing your pussy further onto his cock trying to find some friction.

"So needy," He tutted, his condescending tone only heightening your arousal. The elevator door pinged and Bucky picked you up bridal-style, kicking the door to your room open. You regularly forgot to lock it while heading down to dinner - for once, both you and Bucky were glad.

He dropped you on your bed, unceremoniously, eyes raking over you ravenously. The heat rose up your face, as you shifted under his unrelenting gaze.

"Oh baby, you don't how long I've been waiting for this." He leaned down locking your lips in a passionate kiss. His palm landed just above your knee, caressing up your leg towards your upper thigh. His hand slid under your dress, cupping your ass. He left a light squeeze, making you gasp into the kiss.

He leaned down, grabbing you with ease, flipping you both so you were straddling his waist. He tangled his flesh hand in your hair, the metal one possessively gripping your hip. He brought you down to his lips for another kiss - even when you were on top, he made sure you knew that he was in charge.

He toyed with the hem of your dress, eyes raking over you once again.

"Off."

You pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties. You felt seriously underdressed, especially considering Bucky was still in his jacket. He reaches up, joining your lips in another kiss, and reaching around to remove your bra. He tosses it to the side, running his knuckles over your pebbled nipples. You moan loudly, panties soaked. He takes his time pinching and squeezing your nipples, licking and biting as he went. The alternate sensations of one warm hand and one ice-cold heighten your arousal ten-fold. You buck your hips over his jeans, the sensation of his fly between your sensitive folds throwing you into overdrive.

His grip on your waist tightened once again. "I can feel your cunt throbbing, honey." You whimpered pathetically. "Go ahead, use me to get off. I know you want to."

Your hips started bucking off their own accord, clothed pussy running over the fly of his jeans. They started slow, getting a feel for what exactly you were doing. Bucky's hands started pushing you faster, setting a faster groove. The coil in your stomach began to tighten as your bucking became more erratic. You teetered on the edge of an orgasm when Bucky stopped you.

"Beg." He restarted your pace, faster and more erratic than before.

"Please, please, please, please, Bucky, please let me cum, please..-" You babbled, tripping and stumbling through your pleas. With a searing kiss, he gives you permission.

"I love you, I love you, I love, OH-" You fall off the edge of one of the hardest orgasms you've ever had, head empty with only one thing on your mind. Bucky.

You feel Bucky manhandle your body so your back is lying on the bed and he is towering over you. He asks you if you want to go on and all you can do is nod your head vigorously.

He chuckles, "I like your enthusiasm baby, but I need words. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, YES!" You shout, breathlessly, already needing more.

He's fully naked and it's all you can do to not stare. He's definitely a well-endowed man, and he definitely has no problem getting it up.

"Like what you see?" He smirks, and you slap his thigh playfully. He pulls you further toward the edge of the bed and lines his dick up with your slick folds. He slides in slowly, holding your chin up so you keep eye contact with him. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head in satisfaction. You've never felt so full in your life. He presses into you slowly, feeling the way your tightness engulfs him, allowing your body to adjust to his size. You whimper softly as he pushes in - you never realised just how desperate you were for him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He chuckles, watching as tears leak out of your eyes. His condescending tone was back, and all it did was make you hornier. You babbled incoherently, "Gone dumb already? What a cock-drunk little slut you are."

He trails a metal finger up the side of your torso, watching the goosebumps left in its wake. You whimper again.

"Such a needy little baby. Only I can take care of you like this, right? Only me."

"Only you." You affirmed, pressing a kiss to the arm near your head.

He pulled out almost entirely, before slamming all the way back in. You screamed in pleasure, and Bucky set a brutal pace. He pinned your arms above your head with his right hand, and his left hand came to wrap around your throat. The significance of that was not lost on you. He loved you enough to not hurt you, even with his metal arm.

"I love you, baby. You know that right?" Bucky looked you deep in the eyes, "You know I love you right?"

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," You babble back, lost in the throes of passion.

Bucky found your clit with his metal hand, pressing and flicking gently. You felt your muscles tighten for a second time, and you grabbed the sheets throwing your head back as you came harder than the first time.

Bucky came moments later, deep inside you with a loud moan. He pulled out slowly, collapsing next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself into his neck.

He chuckled at that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a bear hug. You stayed like that for a minute before he untangled himself from you and carried you to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and you both stepped under it, cleaning the sweat and cum off your bodies. Your legs felt like jelly, so you leaned heavily into Bucky as he washed you off.

"Stay awake, doll, just for a second," He said, shaking you awake each time you dozed off in the shower.

Bucky pulled some of your clothes onto your body, before setting you down on the bed. He gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before promising to be back soon.

He snuck into his room wrapped in a towel, before throwing on the first pair of sweats he could find and dashing to the kitchen for a cup of water.

He snuck back into your room, to see you already dead asleep on the bed. He slipped under the covers, tugging you closer to his chest, and smiled.

Through your grogginess, you nuzzled into his chest. "I love you." You whispered, your lips resting against his heart.

You woke up to the sound of soft snoring in your ear and sunlight streaming through the window. You smiled. You untangled yourself from Bucky's arms, disappearing into your bathroom to pee. You wash your face and brush your teeth before diving back into Bucky's arms.

Your legs were still sore from last night, but you didn't care. You were Bucky's and Bucky was yours. The very thought put a massive smile on your face.

"What's tickled your feather this morning?" Goddamn, his morning voice was sexy. You smiled and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

Bucky smiled through the kiss. He picked you up by the thighs, carrying you while he brushed his teeth and splashed his face.

The compound was pretty silent, barely anyone was awake after drinking the night away. So, while Bucky made you pancakes for breakfast, you asked him the question, "Hey, Buck, where did the rumour come from?"

He looked at you, vaguely embarrassed, "You know that day, when me and Nat were gonna go down to train?"

You face flushed red, "When I walked out in my underwear?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I got a hard-on, like a teenage boy."

You stifled a laugh.

"So, Nat said, do I wanna go deal with it? And I told her I couldn't."

You looked at him confused, "Why not?"

"Cause of you," he said simply. You looked at him even more confused, "You were the only thing I got get off to. I tried everything else. Porn, erotica, even thinking about old sex. Nothing worked."

You flushed red again. "Oh god, I've weirded you out, haven't I?" You broke off his impending spiral with a kiss.

"I love you." You said, placing a kiss on his bare chest.

He looked at you with such love and reverence that you felt like you might combust under his gaze.

He kissed you again and all you could think was, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you I love you I love you.

fin.

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Yes.

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

(Should I write about this?)

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pride

lee bodecker x wife!reader

cw: 18+ nsft, smut, p in v sex, creampie, lee being a neglectful husband at first, 640 w

a/n: something short and sweet for @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event. I missed writing for Lee and wanted to write a smutty little fluff piece for him 🖤

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"I'm the luckiest man on earth."

At first you weren't sure that you heard him right. Lee didn't talk much when he was fucking you, at least not lately. For a while he would just get his rocks off and roll off you, immediately falling asleep while you laid there and stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

God only knows how long it's been since Lee talked to you sweet at all. But it happened in every marriage, the eventual slough off into the mundane, right? No more flowers or date nights. No more Lee taking his sweet time with your body like he used to. You almost didn't want to jinx it by asking him to repeat himself, afraid of breaking whatever spell had been cast that brought the old Lee back to you.

But he broke it for you.

"You know why I'm lucky, sweetheart?" His big hand brushes your cheek, turning your head on your pillow so he could see your face. His hips had stilled as he looked at you, those bright blue eyes roaming your face. He was waiting for you to answer.

"W-why?"

Lee leans over you, draping his big body across your back, his belly pushing into the dip of your arched spine, and kisses your cheek. The angle pushes his cock into your inner walls and you gasp, squeezing a groan out of your man.

"Cause I got a pretty little thing like you in my bed, that's why."

"Oh, Lee."

Your husband presses more kisses along your jaw as he grinds his cock into that same spot. You're on fire, your insides lighting up like a fire doused in gasoline.

"M'sorry I haven't been takin' care of you like I should, darlin'. Not when you take such good care of me." Lee's words whispered in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

"It's alright-"

"It's not-," Lee growls, shooting up straight and drawing his cock out almost all the way only to slam it back in with a harsh slap that makes your teeth rattle in your head. "It's not alright."

Lee grabs your hips, gripping your soft flesh as he pounds into you.

"You're my wife," he growls again as his hips set a punishing pace. You can barely breathe, gasping and whining as you scramble for purchase on soft sheets so he doesn't fuck you into the headboard. "My perfect, sweet little wife. With the sweetest little pussy I've ever known." He punctuates nearly every word with a thrust of his hips, his cock bullying your tight walls in the most delicious way.

"I couldn't be any more proud of you, darlin'," he says as he drops to a hand by your head so he can reach under you, reach that aching bud that'll push you over the edge, the one he's ignored for way too long. "Couldn't be any more proud to call you my wife."

Lee's thick fingers circle your clit and within seconds you're crumbling, crying out and shaking to pieces as you come around his cock. Moments later Lee's right there with you, shouting into the nape of your neck as his balls empty, filling you near to burst with his sticky cum.

"I'm sorry I haven't been treatin' you right, darlin'," Lee tells you again when he comes back to bed later with a warm, wet washcloth. "Been so busy at the station and I got the election coming up," Lee sighs and shakes his head. "But I won't let it happen any more."

"You mean it, Lee?"

Once you're clean he wraps you up in his arms, his big hands rubbing your back as you settle into his chest.

"I said it once and I'll say it again," Lee smiles, "I do. Cause you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."

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reblog if you consider the people youve befriended on this website (and other websites) to be real friends, even if youve never met them irl before

trying to prove something to my dad

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Told you I’ll always come back

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: 4 years ago Y/n was Bucky’s fiancé and the team thought she betrayed them

Word count: 7,772

Warnings: angst. reader can teleport ~sorta~. reader also rolls her eyes like a trillion times. major character death. swearing. pregnancy. small mention of child birth. mention of cheating. tiny mention of sexual assault. mention of Sharon (I really need to get off the sharon-hate train) guns. gunshot wounds. sad all around

Translation: голубица - dove (if wrong please let me know)

Masterlist

When Fury rang her begging asking for her to come back for one final mission, she agreed with a condition, she’d bring her old team with her. Fury accepted.

That had been two weeks ago.

Landing back in New York brought back many memories, some good - some bad and some she wish she couldn’t remember.

“Hi can you take me to Avengers Tower please?” Getting into the cab she tried desperately to calm down her nerves.

The sky was a visual of her emotions.

Dull.

Standing outside the huge impressive building she felt like she was going to be sick. It’s been four years since she was last here.

“Hi I have an appointment with Director Fury at 12”

“That’s fine, take a seat and I’ll let him know you’ve arrived”

“Thank you” She didn’t listen to Haley the receptionist, choosing to stand instead.

Fury came down not three minutes later with a small smile on his face. “I’ve missed you - no touching I know”

“Let’s get this over with Nick. Sooner the better”

The man knew not to try and annoy her anymore so he lead her to the elevators, going up.

Her stomach squeezed tight at the sight of her former team huddled on one side of the table, with their back to her.

“Take a seat” Fury whispered in her ear.

The moment that they saw her they were already shouting out their protests, she ignored them and listened to Fury by taking a seat to sit in.

“Calm down everyone. Now!” Fury slams his hand on the table causing everyone to fall silent. “Now, Y/n has agreed to help us with a missi-“

“We won’t work with her Fury.” Steve interrupts.

“You have no other option. No one else will or can help other then Y/n”

“We’ll just do it ourselves” Tony shrugs.

“No. This is happening, if none of you can play nice then you’ll be sacked.”

“You can’t sack us” Steve says with a scoff.

“I can and I will. Now Y/n I sent you over the details of what we’re up against, did you read it?”

“Yes”

“Your team, have you briefed them on everything?”

“Yes Fury, and yes they’re happy to help”. She rolls her eyes at Tony who mocks what she had just said.

“You said in the email that you’ve already paired people up from both teams, do you want to share it?” Like her Fury completely ignores Tony’s childish behaviour.

Sliding over a piece of paper towards her former boss and friend she continues to talk “When you see them in training and you don’t agree with my decision feel free to change it-”

“Oh we will do sweetheart”

Once again ignoring Tony “You said that my team will be allowed to stay here, in the tower?”

“Yeah Peppers done your rooms up herself, you should be grateful”

Turning her head towards the man she saw as a father figure not that long ago “When I see her I’ll give her my thanks.” Sighing she addressed the rest “You have a problem with me, so you will take it out on me. Not my team, but me. Do not think for one second that just because of our history together you can treat my guys like shit. They’re good, hardworking fighters. Fury we have two weeks to train for this mission and if I find out my team isn’t being respected or treated fairly I will not hesitate to pull them and myself out, is that understood?”

Fury’s eyebrow raise as he nods “I completely understand Y/n, welcome home”.

“My team will be here tomorrow at 12, I’ll see you then”.

“Don’t you want to know what room you’re going to be in?” Fury asked.

“No, I’m not staying here.”

“Where?”

“Not here. See you tomorrow Fury”.

Making a beeline for the elevator she takes her leave, it’s once she’s outside of the building she gasps for air.

After her shower and nighttime routine she climbs into bed, her head was throbbing but all she was hoping for was a good night sleep.

It didn’t happen.

“Tony splash me with water one more time you’ll regret it!” She laughs.

“What are you going to do huh?”

“I’ll-I’ll smash up all your vinyl albums”

“Okay okay I’ll stop”

•••

“Steve wait up I’ve only got little legs”

“Sorry.”

“Can’t you just carry me?”

“Nope, come on we’re nearly there.”

•••

“Y/n will you marry me?”

“Yes, Bucky I’ll marry you”

•••

“Natty get your bum out of bed”

“Don’t want too”

“Okay, I’ll come and cuddle with you”

“Yess!”

•••

“Y/n it’s an emergency come quick”

“Sam what’s happening?”

“Come!”

She walked in on Tony fast asleep on Bucky’s shoulder.

•••

“Wand I love you, I’m gonna marry you instead of Bucky”

“Y/n/n your drunk”

“I know”

“Why you sad for?”

“I don’t know”

•••

“Bruce turn into Hulk so I can beat him up”

“Why do you want to beat him up?”

“Because… leave me alone”

•••

“Thor guess what?”

“What?”

“Your so beautiful and I hope you so much happiness”

“La-Lady Y/n,give me a hug”

•••

Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of-

Gasping for breath, she sat up in bed. It’s been almost two years since she last had a dream turned nightmare about her former team.

The red numbers on the clock stated it was 4:33 in the morning, laying back down she grabbed the remote and turned on the telly, there was no way she was getting any more sleep now.

Getting to the Tower a little bit earlier, she sat in her car waiting for her team to arrive. An hour later a text message popped up from her colleague and confidant stating they had arrived she got out of her car.

Greeting them all and introducing them to Fury who said to her.

“You could of come inside you know”

“I didn’t want to” Leaving him to sigh in response.

Introductions between both teams were done and it was straight onto business.

“So what powers do you lot have then?” Tony asks.

“None. We’re all human, Marley’s a witch though” Douglas your closest friend replied.

“Oh. So why are you here if you don’t have abilities?”

“We follow Y/n wherever she goes”

“Why? She’s a tra-“

“Tony enough” Fury interrupted. “Now on to business, the organisation going by The Lords have been on our radar for quite some time now, recently they’ve been getting more cocky” Fury turns around to face the screen, image after image of buildings up in flames, innocent people covered in blood, dead bodies littering the streets were shown to them.

“We need to have them stopped. In just over two weeks they’ve planned to attack a government base, but we’re going to be taking the fight to them.”

“How?” Colleen - the woman who saved Y/n’s life ten years ago - asks.

“We’ve got their location-“

“Why don’t you just get them” Douglas nods his head to the team on the other side of the table “just to drop a bomb on the bad guys?”

“We need them alive so we can question them”

“Okay… but why all this man power?” Marco says.

“What is it with you lot always asking questions” Nat says with an eye roll.

Y/n sighed, looked at Fury “Marco has a point but I already know the answer, so I’ll be the one that fills him in. We should probably start the training, everyone knows what this missio-sorry I need to take this”. Getting up she answers her phone “Hi baby-“

Bucky hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her from the moment she sat down. Her hair is so much shorter than it used to be, it suits her. A long jagged scar went across her cheek was new, he wondered how it happened. Seeing her sit there hands placed in her lap, her shoulders tensed up and a blank expression on her face makes him conflicted on his emotions towards the woman he was planning on spending the rest of his life with.

His heart tinged with sadness when he saw the small incrusted diamond ring with two small love hearts sitting on her finger, the finger his ring for her use to take up residence.

He wishes he could take her hand in his so he could rub his thumb over her knuckles, just like he use to whenever she was in that position as he knew it meant she was uncomfortable.

But he knew she didn’t have the right to his affection anymore not after she betr-

His thoughts are cut off as she stands, bringing her phone to her ear, greeting the person on the other end of the line with “Hi baby”.

A scowl made its way onto his face. Not that he had any right to do so.

“How are you? And don’t say you’re okay because I know better love” Douglas’s rough Scottish accent comes from next to her.

“I’m… I’ll be fine Doug, the sooner we’re done with this the sooner everything will be okay”

“Yo-you don’t have to do this, me and the team will tak-“

“Don’t. Everything will be fine after I’ve done this Dougie, you and the guys will be fine.”

They sit in silence. Doug didn’t like the plan she was going through with but he’s known her for years and knows she isn’t going to change her mind.

After training with the Avengers Y/n left, despite Fury telling her to stay and have dinner with them. Douglas left straight after the awkwardness of dinner was done, and being the only person who knew where she was staying, he headed straight there.

She brought this house for her and Bucky to live in after they retired, which they both agreed would be just before they married.

The home was beautiful, four bedrooms with two bathrooms, a large living room, kitchen with a pantry off the side of it, dinning room, an office that she had already planned to turn into a man cave for him. Two car garage, backyard was huge with a beautiful willow tree - as soon as she saw it she knew she had to have the house.

Bucky never knew about the house, she wanted to surprise him. It never happened obviously, and with a heavy heart she rented the house out.

The previous renters contract was up a month before she got the phone call from Fury, and there was no way she was going to stay in the tower. So she went to the place she wanted to call home.

“Have you spoke to them?” Doug asked breaking the silence.

“Yeah, driving Fran up the wall”. She laughs causing him to join in.

“She loves them though” He chuckles.

Nodding with a soft smile, “You should get back it’s getting late, I’ll see you tomorrow”

“You’re right” Standing up he pulls her into a hug, kissing her forehead he whispers “Don’t push me away love, not now”

That night she had the same dream as the night before, waking up at the exact same time again.

A week had been and gone, training was going good for both teams; apart for her. None of the Avengers held back, her body throbbed and ached after each session.

Today was the only day where Fury had to step in, seeing Y/n struggle against Wanda’s powers, he had to stop it.

Wanda had Y/n pinned against the wall and slowly dragging her up it, the whole room went quiet. The Avengers moved closer to the redhead whilst Y/n’s team moved closer to her.

“Mar-Marley don’t!” Y/n managed to rasp out to her friend.

Marley though small was deadly, her powers being similar to that of Wanda’s “She’s crushing your chest!” She shot back.

“I-it’s ok-okay”

“Wanda put her down!” Fury demanded.

“No. She’s a traitor, she betrayed all of us”

“Wanda!” Fury started to get nervous for the woman being pinned to the wall.

When Wanda’s eyes shot towards Marley, Y/n grew scared. She didn’t want either one of them hurting each other. “Marl-Marley stop! T-that’s an or-order!”

“She’s hurting you. And she’s lying!”

“No she isn’t. She’s a traitor” Tony shouted.

“Admit it and I’ll let you go голубица” Wanda smiles.

Even with the pain of her chest being crushed it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the pet name slipping from her former best friends lips.

“Admit. It. Y/n.” Everyone aside from Wanda flinched at the sound of Y/n’s ribs breaking.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, hard enough to draw blood. She wasn’t going to give Wanda the satisfaction of seeing or hearing the pain she was going through. She held Wanda gaze, both women refusing to backdown.

“D-Doug…ge-get Marley out of h-here”.

She sees in the corner of her eye Douglas struggling to pull Marley with him. “If the little girl wants to play, let’s do it” Wanda says breaking eye contact with Y/n to look towards Marley.

“No! N-no don’t!”

“Admit it then Y/n, admit to your team that you’re nothing but a liar and a traitor” Wanda screams.

“It wasn’t her!” Fury shouted, taking in a shuddering breath afterwards.

“What?” Steve’s eyes bounce from Y/n to Fury.

“She wasn’t the one who betrayed us.”

“Liar!” Wanda screams again just as she brings Y/n’s body away from the wall, throwing her back into it.

“I’m not lying Maximoff! Now let her go!” Fury shouted.

“Sh-she betrayed u-us!” Y/n’s heart broke at the sight of the tears filling up in Wanda’s eyes.

“She didn’t lass.” Douglas says as he still struggles to gain somewhat of control over Marley.

The hold on Y/n was released as she drops to the floor gasping for air. Her team run straight over to her as well as Fury who looks over at the other team with disappointment in his eyes.

“I-I’m okay” Y/n mumbles before succumbing to the darkness.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dr Cho asks when she sees Y/n trying to get out of the bed.

“I need to le-leave”

“You’ve just had your breast bone fractured and several ribs broken Y/n. You need to rest”

“I’m leavi-“

“No you’re not love, you need to stay” Douglas speaks from the doorway.

“I-I need to speak to them, it’s six”

“You need rest soldier, come on I’ll even stay with you, it’ll be like old times ay?” He smiled softly at the woman he respected more than anyone.

“Bu-“

“No buts my sweet girl, back in bed now” He gives Helen a nod before climbing into the bed with Y/n. “Get some rest love, I’ve got you”.

The next day Y/n wakes up in an empty hospital bed. Removing the wires from her, she stands up and carefully puts her clothes back on.

She crept out of the room and down the corridor, knowing exactly where she needed to go.

Hearing the raised voices coming from the briefing room, she took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling.

“-your concern Scottie”

“It is when the witch tries to kill my friend”.

“Friend” Bucky scoffs.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“I see the way you look at her”

“Don’t be stu-“

“Doug stop.” Y/n says as she walks in.

“What are you doing here? Your meant to be resting”

“I’m fine”.

Marco pulls out a chair for her, gesturing for her to sit smiling at the woman who saved his life time after time.

“I’m going to say what I have to say then I’m leaving, don’t worry Nick my team will still help”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be there, can’t exactly back out of a deal now can I?” Fury’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion and Bucky noticed Douglas tensing at her words.

Sighing deeply, she closes her eyes “Sit or stand I don’t care but here’s the truth- I was the one that did betray you. I’m not sorry either”

“Y/n stop lying!” Fury says.

“…fine. It was Sharon.”

“That’s a lie!” Steve shouts.

“No it’s not. You see Steve, she was fucking you but she wanted your best friend. She wanted me out of the way, I didn’t even know that you lot were branding me as a traitor until Hydra found me several months later. Oh and I also killed Sharon”.

The Avengers sit there searching their memories from four years ago, and sure enough everything they were told was by Sharon.

“Wait what do you mean you killed her?” Steve asks.

“I put a round of bullets into her head, she was there with Hydra when they came knocking” She shrugged.

“But th-then that means you didn’t betray us?” Tony wheezes out.

“I’m many things but I’m loyal to a fault”

“I’m so-“

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear any apologies. Not from any of you. Fury I’m gonna go now, I’ll see you on the day of the mission.”

Leaving the room before anyone can say anything she heads back to the house.

*Four years ago.*

The nausea was driving her insane, she was on her way back from a mission with a handful of SHIELD agents who could hear her gagging in the back of the quinjet. Nothing was happening for her though.

“Talk to Cho and see if it’s something you ate or something” Lucas said to her as she came and sat down.

“Yeah I might”

And she did just that, getting off the jet she headed straight to medical bay. Telling Helen all her symptoms the nurse tells her to undo her suit and lay on the bed.

“What the hell is that noise?”

Chuckling “That’s a heartbeat, wait no there’s two. Look-“

“What? How?…What?” She always wanted to be a mum but Bucky thought he couldn’t have children because of what Hydra did to him.

“Two strong hearts, you’re having twins Y/n congratulations darling” Helen beams.

It’s only as she was zipping her suit back up she noticed the small prodding bump. Smiling she walks through the corridors subtly touching her stomach as she goes, reaching the common room she sees her friends - her family.

“Hey, where’s Bucky?” She’s asks.

“He’s in your twos room” Steve says with a smile.

“Okay thanks” Reaching the door to hers and Bucky’s room she didn’t realise that the team had followed her, with a smirk on their faces.

Opening the door, her heart broke at the sight of Bucky’s bottom half covered by the quilt moving back and forth and Natasha underneath him with her arms around his neck.

Natasha was the first one to see her, with a smirk playing on her lips she taps Bucky’s shoulder making him look at the doorway. His face completely void of showing any resemblance of emotion.

The team honestly expected Y/n to say anything, something, but not a single word comes from her mouth.

Instead she vanishes into thin air. The only sound for them to hear was her engagement ring clinking off the floor.

*Seven months after.*

Y/n did the most cliche of things, by moving to the middle of nowhere. She had a three bed cottage with acres of land.

It became her sanctuary. The one place she felt at peace, at home.

Most nights she didn’t sleep and if she did she was plagued by the images of Bucky in bed with Natasha. Tossing and turning throughout the night with silent tears streaming down her cheeks, the only thing that she had left in this world was her unborn babies and Roxy the fox that would come to see her every night.

At 8 months pregnant with the twins she was huge. She didn’t know what she was having, nor did she have a scan, which did sadden her. Luckily for her though the pregnancy was going smoothly.

It was turning ten o’clock at night on a Thursday, she knew something was wrong when Roxy hadn’t showed up. The hairs on her arms stood to attention, Y/n could feel the air changing - becoming toxic.

“Little pig little pig I know you’re in there” A loud rough voice came from outside.

“Whatever you’re selling I’m not buying” She shouted back.

“Not selling anything sweetheart, you’ve got something that belongs to us.” The voice says again causing her to roll her eyes.

Creeping as much as she possibly could with an 8 month pregnancy bump towards the window leaving her to mutter out a quiet ‘fuck’ as she sees the two dozen men outside, armed and ready for a fight. Rolling her eyes once again at the symbol embroidered on their chest of the suits they wore.

Hydra.

She hated that she just couldn’t snap into thin air, more than ever right now. She had tried it a few times - like the time she ventured out in public to go to the store, and she was standing there in the middle of isle three when she had an accident. The most humiliating thing she ever endured. Trying so hard to disappear even as she tried to helped the young woman who worked there clean up her mess.

Even after she left the store without her things she walked as fast as she could to the beat up jeep she had, trying desperately to get it to work, nothing happened.

For weeks after that event she kept trying but always failed. It had only happened once and that was many years ago now, it was when she was shot in the leg. Her emotions were all over the place, she was only fourteen. It hit her that it was because of the twins she couldn-

“Come on Y/n you’ve got no where to run, you’ve got no one to help you, just co-come out”. A new, familiar voice was now heard.

Y/n squinted her eyes thinking of a way to not only protect her babies but the woman who had been her friend for years, the woman who she thought and believed had been abducted by Hydra and was being used to get her.

“Sharon? What are you doing here? Long time no see huh”

“Y/n they promised that they won’t hurt us, just come out”.

‘Think. Think. Oi don’t kick me right now. Come on and think’ repeating softly to herself as she looked around the room. Of course her home was littered with all sorts of weapons and ammunition but she didn’t want to be the first one to shoot just incase Sharon got caught in the crossfire.

“You’ve got five seconds to come out willingly before we start shooting. We don’t need you alive little pig just need that special little thing you stole from Hyd-“

Sharon’s safety wasn’t a priority anymore, not now that Hydra thinks her babies belonged to them. He gets cut off with a bullet in between his eyes.

“Let’s go boys” She shouts as bullets zoomed through the air one straight after the other.

Bullets tore their way all throughout her home, destroying everything she had built for herself and her babies. Holes littering one side of the home.

“No no no not that vas- goddamnit!” She mutters as her favourite vase smashes into tiny little pieces. “Now it’s personal”.

One by one the sound of heavy gunfire became more quieter, until there was only two guns firing.

She grimaces as a bullet skimmed her cheek, she readied herself to shoot again when a bullet was fired.

“Y-Y/n are you hit?” Sharon shouts.

“No, it took you long enough to help out Shaz”

“I’m coming in okay”

Y/n moved away from her position, moving towards the fireplace mantle to pick up a photo of her parents that had been hit when the door came open.

“How did they get you? Are you hurt?” Y/n says with her back to Sharon. “I’ve missed yo-“.

A gun clicking from behind her stopped her words from coming out. Sighing with an eye roll she continues her task of trying to get the glass out of the picture frame. “What are you doing Sharon?”

“What’s so important about you? Why does everyone always want you huh?”

“Hell if I know, nothing special about little ol’ me it’s quite annoying really”.

“What was Simon talking about?” Sharon questions.

“Who the hell is Simon?”

“The leader, the first one you killed”

“Oh him, I’m not sure. Didn’t he tell you when he abducted you?” Y/n could see a glimpse of her friend through the broken glass, gun ever so slightly shaking as her arm starts to tremble.

“They didn’t abduct me, I’ve been working with Hydra for over a three years now.”

It took her by surprise hearing that “Fair enough” is all she says.

“Yep, I told the Avengers that you turned rat and was betraying them and they all believed it”

“Silly twats, aren’t they?” Y/n chuckles.

“Turn around. Slowly and put your hands in the air” Sharon demanded.

“And wave them around like you just don’t care” Y/n sings, as she slowly turned around and raised her hands.

Sharon audibly gasped and stumbled backwards “Yo-you’re pregnant…”

“No shit Sherlock”

“Whose is it?”

“Bucky’s but don’t tell him it’s a secret” She winks.

“You bitch!” The blonde screams “you’ve taken my life!” She starts to pace back and forth, eyes bouncing from the gun to Y/n’s stomach.

“Not yet I haven’t…” Y/n whispers.

“I love him you know! But no he wanted you, you had him and I had to settle for Steve. And now, now you’re having the love of my life’s baby!”

Despite the situation she was in Y/n couldn’t stop the sharp tang in her heart at the sight of the tears gathering in her friends eyes. But just to be a bitch she corrected the blonde “Babies, plural”

“Y-you’re having twins?”

“Yep”

Her throat tightened as she sees Sharon’s finger squeezing on the trigger, both sets of eyes shot straight to the gun as it jams.

It all happened so fast, Y/n grabbed the gun and using the handle to smack Sharon in the face, causing the woman to fall on the floor screaming in pain. Y/n walked past her to leave her home when Sharon’s hand wrapped itself around her ankle and pulled her to the ground. Sharon was up first out of the pair and was straddling Y/n back, gripping her hair in a tight vice she raised Y/n’s head before smacking it down. Again and again and again.

Sharon finally gets up kicking Y/n’s side in the process. “I’m going to do the thing I should of done years ago, you ruined my life-“

The blonde gets cut off when Y/n kicks her legs out from underneath her, causing her to fall back down.

“You’re fucking crazy you know that Sharon, Jesus”. Ever so slowly she manages to get up, her hands going to her belly “All this for a man? You’ve really lost your bloody marbles Shaz!”

“It’s Bucky! I love him” Sharon screams.

“Yeah well so did I until I caught him fucking my best friend!” She screamed back.

The pain and confusion flashed over Sharon’s face “No, your lying”

“I’m not. God I wish I was, but nope caught him fucking Natasha”

“He wouldn’t do that to me!”

“You? He was engaged to me, you absolute weirdo. Sharon just stop alright, it’s over I’m done. You want him so badly have at him! I don’t, I don’t want to fight you anymore, so please get up off my floor, stop crying and leave.”

She watches as Sharon picks herself off the ground, who then stops as they both hear that one sound Y/n had been dreading.

Her waters splashing onto the floor.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” She whispers to herself as she looks down at the sight.

With Y/n distracted she didn’t see Sharon standing fully or her running towards her.

The punch to her stomach caused her to stumble backwards, the punch to her cheek that had been sliced open by the bullet from earlier caused her to flinch. The pain in her abdomen intensified as she sees Sharon bending down to grab the gun.

“Told you I was going to end th-“ Sharon says just before she’s cut off with a bullet in between her eyes.

Whether it was because of the pain to her aching body or at the fact she was just made to kill someone she thought was a good friend, her finger wouldn’t stop pulling on the trigger.

Even after the gun kept clicking.

“Stupid bitch you could have just left but no you had to be a cunt” Y/n shouts at the dead body laying in her living room.

Dropping the gun, her hand went in between her thighs, bringing her hand back up her heart dropped at the sight of blood.

Slowly walking to find her phone she dialled the number of the one person she trusted more than anyone in this world.

“Hi love, we’ll b-“

“Doug I-I need you. Babies are comi-“ She cuts herself off when a scream tears its way out.

“We’re on our way!”

“H-hurry.” She says just as she drops the phone as she slides down to the floor.

Doug and Fran arrived as fast as they humanly could. Both of their hearts dropped to the pit of their stomachs when they saw all the bodies lying in her front yard.

Running inside they see the body of a blonde and Y/n, legs open as she births her baby.

“Love we’re here, Doug get towels quickly” Fran’s frantic yet soft voice says.

“I-it’s the second one” and that’s when the ringing of adrenaline fades and was replaced by a cry, when they look to the side they see the tiny body of baby number one.

Neither Fran or Doug moved as they watched their friend deliver her second baby. Neither one of them could wrap their heads around the strength Y/n showed time and time again.

It shouldn’t have surprised them really.

“T-this one’s a girl, what about the other one” Y/n asked, voiced laced with tiredness.

“A boy, he’s a beautiful baby boy” Fran smiles as she picks the still crying baby up, handing him over to his momma.

“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Y/n’s eyes move from her babies to the couple in front of her.

“R-really love? You want to name them after us?” Doug asks with tears in his eyes.

“Of course, you’re their godparents after all”

*two months before Fury rings her*

Y/n makes her way through the busy streets with her head down. She can’t stop the eye roll when she notices the two agents following her.

Slowing her pace she waited for the inevitable to happen.

As the agents got behind her a black van comes skidding past, the sliding door comes open, a sack is placed over her head and she’s pushed in.

“Do you guys want me to act scared or what?”

“Shut up”.

“Feisty”

After a while the van comes to a stop and she’s all but dragged out of it.

When the sack was removed her eyes dart around, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time, she’s in an abandoned warehouse.

“Ah Ross, so good to see you. You know if you wanted to see me so badly you could have just called” She smiles at the man.

“Wanted to surprise you Y/n”

“Oh yeah no I noticed, I was so surprised I didn’t see it coming…notice the sarcasm?”. Her head tilts to the side at the sound of footsteps “Hi Fury”

The man gives her a curt nod “Y/n”

“Wanna tell me why I’m here?”

“We have proof that you weren’t the rat, you can come back to SHIE-“

“Absolutely not. I’m fine in doing what I’m doing now thanks, can I go?”

“Y/n you’re a mercenary-“

“It pays the bills” She shrugs.

Fury shakes his head at Ross when he tries to continue, “You didn’t seem so surprised when he mentioned a rat, why?”

“Bit slow aren’t you? Let me guess the one that betrayed you was…Sharon? Yep I knew, um three years ago? Yeah something like that”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Didn’t think you lot deserved the truth so, can I now go?”

“We need to tell the Aveng-“

“No. Don’t, look let’s just keep everyone thinking I turned rat okay? It’s the best for everyone.”

Both men look to each other before slowly nodding. “It’s so great to see you Y/n” Fury says as he tries to pull her into a hug.

Stepping back she puts her hands up “I don’t like being touched nowadays, so no touching but it’s great to see you too Nicky”

“I told you not to call me that. See you” He chuckles and making his exit.

“We need to talk Y/n” Ross sighs once the pair are alone.

“About?”

“Your old team”

Her heart stops.

“W-what about them?” She knows exactly what it’s about.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he looks at her with sympathetic eyes. “The officials want you all to pay for what happened that night”.

“We was set up Ross! Right from the get go, it was all a fucking set up!”

“I know, Y/n I know. I tried telling them but they won’t listen to me” He speaks earnestly.

“Why aren’t they going after John?”

John Cooper, a name she hasn’t heard or spoke of or thought of for over ten years now. He was Y/n’s handler for a year, he made her go out and find people who was at the top of their game. She didn’t know why but she did as she was told to do, finding the best of the best.

Douglas - best snipper in the army. Helped that he could fight like a beast.

Marco - best hacker she had ever seen, fighter, built like a brick wall (secretly a cuddle bear).

Colleen - she saved Y/n’s life when she had been cornered in a dark alleyway neither her or her attacker saw the knife coming. No brainer.

Marley - a young girl at the time was an experiment Y/n stumbled on, she didn’t have the heart to leave her and when she saw what she was capable of doing, she brought her on board too.

Then there was Hank - the biggest mistake she ever made. He was ruthless and conniving, she thought it would work well in her favour until they all heard screaming and they saw him pinning a seventeen year old Marley to the wall and was trying to shove his hand into the girls trousers. Y/n didn’t hesitate to put a bullet into his skull, catching Marley as she fell.

John said they needed another person but she refused. There was no way she was going to bring another person in, not after what had happened.

Their mission was for them to break into a government base and download all the information off the computers, when they got there, there was dead bodies of workers.

Pulling back Y/n ordered them to leave, the moment they stepped back outside they were surrounded by the military, FBI and even SHIELD.

That was the night she met both Ross and Fury.

“Y/n he’s dead, died in a Mexican prison seven years ago.”

“Oh…”

“I need you to tell me the locations of all four of them”

Chuckling softly, “that’s not going to happen Ross and you know it.”

“No I know-“

“If I give them me, confess to murdering all those people, tell them l was the only person that did it, will they leave them alone?” She asks desperately.

“But that’s not tr-“

“It doesn’t matter what’s true or not Ross. Will they yes or no?”

Closing his eyes he whispers “yes”.

“Let me make one phone call and I’ll come with you, right here right now”.

“That doesn’t need to happen. I’ll need your help soon, you help and I’ll make sure you get a fair trial”

“My old team walks. Free and clear, no one comes after them and I want it in writing Ross.”

“Deal.”

Shaking hands she walks back over to the van, hopping in “take me back from where you kidnapped me from”.

*Back to the present*

The first thing she did when she got into her car was FaceTime Fran who answered after a few rings.

“Hey”

“Hi, Doug told me what happened you’re supposed to be resting Y/n/n”.

“I’m fine,honestly. Where’s my little terrors?”

Laughing Fran calls for the twins, Y/n couldn’t stop smiling when she heard their feet’s pounding on the floor shouting for her.

“Here, talk to momma - I’ll talk to you after okay missy”.

“Of course. Hi babies”

“Momma” they replied in unison. To see them brought a smile to her lips, her heart ached with the need to hold them in her arms.

“Guess what bubbas!”

“What” Logan asked.

“Momma loves you both, so so much!”

“I wuv you mama” Harlow screams down the phone, making her and Fran laugh.

“Logie aren’t you going to tell me the same?”

“I wuv you momma so so so so so so much” His little face beams.

They were truly the perfect mixture of Y/n and Bucky. Logan had Y/n’s eyes whilst Harlow had Bucky’s, Harlow had her fathers smile and Logan had his mommas. The mannerisms of the pair were the exact same as their parents.

She spoke with them for close to an hour, them telling her all about their fun filled day. Saying goodbye to them pained her, she hated saying them words to her babies. Speaking with Fran for a bit she ended the call and went back to the house.

In dire need of sleep.

The rest of the week passed, Douglas visiting her most days and telling her that the team of superheroes wanted to see her to apologise, nothing was ever said back to him, leaving him hoping that things were different.

It was the day of the mission, she rang Fran so she could speak to her babies one last time. She left the house and headed back to the tower.

“It’s important that everyone knows exactly what the plan is. Nothing can go wrong”. Fury speaks from the head of the table. “Anyone want to saying anything?”

“Yeah, Y/n I’m so so-“ Wanda tries to say.

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over and done with, my guys- are you ready?”

“Yes boss” All answer.

“Well, good luck everyone”.

On the quinjet ten minutes later, awkwardness filled the air as both teams sit on opposite sides. No words are spoken other than the pilot saying they were taking off.

Exactly three hours twenty-five minutes and 13 seconds - she timed it - was how long it took for Tony to say something, to be honest she was shocked it took him that long.

“Y/n can we talk?”

“If it’s an apology I don’t want it, it mean’s absolutely nothing to me. If it’s about the mission, then yes we can talk.”

“We need to apologise Y/n/n”

The nickname coming from Sam’s lips make her flinch. “I don’t want it nor need it.”

The quinjet fell silent once again.

That was until Bucky broke it. “I never cheated on you”

Everyone noticed the flash of pain in her eyes, “what?”

“I never slept with Nat, we pretended in order to hurt you, ba-Y/n we believed that you betrayed us”

“Believed Sharon don’t you mean.”

“We-I didn-“

“Awesome.”

“What?”

“I think it’s funny that instead of asking me and oh I don’t know believing me, instead you all believed a desperate blonde who had to settle for the man who still pines after her dead aunt, it’s quite absurd to me really.”

“We didn’t know what to believe Y/n. You’re the one that killed Sharon s-“ Steve speaks and ultimately gets cut off.

“I only killed her because I had no other choice!”

“There’s always a choice” He spat back.

“You’re right. But that night I didn’t have one, I wish it wasn’t but she left me no choice!”

“Why did you do it?”

“Pilot how long do we have long left?” They all look baffled by her change of the subject.

“We’re nearly here Miss”.

“Thanks” turning to look Bucky directly in the eyes “when this is all over Doug can explain it to you, end of discussion.”

The quinjet lowers to the ground and everyone takes their leave, just as Y/n walked past Douglas she slides two things into his pocket before gripping his hand and smiling towards him, he squeezes her hand and leans over to place a kiss to her temple.

Bullets fly freely, smoke fill their lungs, grunts and screams are heard. Pushing forwards they all work as one.

They had only been there for less than an hour before the remaining members of The Lords surrender.

After all the intel was gathered, the prisoners on board, they hear the sound of another jet.

“What the hell?” Tony asks.

The Avengers watch as Y/n gives each of her team a lingering hug - who all apart from Douglas looked confused.

As she gets to Doug hugging him too, she whispers something into his ear that even the two super soldiers couldn’t hear, pulling back they stand to attention and salute one another.

She says nothing as she passes them and up the soldiers who put handcuffs on her.

“What the hell just happen-“ Bucky stumbles out but is cut off when the jet carrying the woman who he was still very much in love with inside exploded.

Marley screams and the sound breaks Douglas’s heart, he grabs the woman who he’s always seen as his daughter in his arms as well as Colleen who falls to her knees. Marco stands there with his dark brown eyes not moving away from the still falling parts of the jet.

The Avengers, they all have silent tears streaming down their cheeks, none of them know what to say or do. They’ve just witnessed the person who at one point they trusted more than anything, the person they all betrayed just die.

Douglas walks past them all with both women in his arms and walks straight up the ramp with Marco following behind.

When everyone’s on board the quinjet they see him sitting in the seat Y/n was occupying.

“The day she walked in on you fucking her best friend she found out she was pregnant. The night she killed Sharon, Hydra had showed up at her home wanting the babies, that scar she has-had on her cheek was from a bullet graze, Sharon tried to kill Y/n - caused her to go into early labour. Y/n killed Sharon because she had no other choice, hell she even gave the blonde bitch an out. When me and my wife got there she was in the middle of delivering her second baby.” He shakes his head sadly “the reason my best friend is dead is because of us” pointing to himself and the other three “she made a decision to leave her babies behind just so we didn’t get given the death penalty”.

Douglas pulls out the items Y/n had put into his pocket, her ring - the one with two love hearts that represented her twins, and her dog tags that also had two smaller tags with the twins names, date of birth engraved on them.

“James, she made me and my wife adopt the twins. She knew exactly what she was going to do when Ross talked to her about their deal, she said it was okay for us to let you see them. But please don’t think for one second that you’ll be able to take them away from us, because pal even if you are a super solider I’ll still kill you.”

Bucky sits there with tears in his eyes, “what’s their names?”

“Logan-Douglas and Harlow-Francesca” Doug tells him with a smile.

“Ca-if it’s okay with you and your wife, can I meet them?”

“You won’t try anything stupid?”

“No, god no of course not!”

“Then yeah that can be arranged.”

For two years Bucky sees the children he didn’t know existed until two years ago.

His heart dropped to his stomach when Douglas took him to the house that Y/n had brought for them to live in after they retired. It became the warm loving home for Douglas, Fran and the kids.

Bucky did retire, the day after he lost the love of his life and met his children for the first time, and not only that but he also brought the house next door.

He formed a great bond with the couple who let him see the kids whenever he wanted - which was now every day since he moved next door.

The bond he had with his children was now unbreakable. Everyday he was reminded of what he lost and lost out of just by looking at their adorable little faces. He loved them so deeply, loving them at its purest form. He wishes more than anything that he could go back in time and redo everything all over again, but since he can’t he continues to make up for lost time.

He’s sat in the living room with the kids, Doug and Fran when a knock comes from the front door, he watches as Doug goes to answer and truly didn’t think anything of it.

“Hi babies” A warm voice says.

“Momma!” The twins scream in unison.

Shooting up from were he was laying on the floor building with the Lego set Steve brought Logan, he watches his kids jump up and run over to Y/n who instantly picks them up.

She’s alive. She’s standing right in front of him. His chest tightens. She’s really here.

“H-how?” He whispers but she hears it.

“You’ve been doing so great with them, I’ve been watching” she smiles.

He walks slowly over to her as she puts the kids down and he doesn’t hesitate or think about it before he smashes his lips to hers.

“I still love you Y/n/n”

“I still love you Bucky”

The kids squeal and jump in circles around their parents as Doug and Fran hold on to each other.

Y/n pulls away from the man she still loves after everything and picks up her big babies.

“I told you I’ll always come back”

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