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anamenooneowns · 1 year

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See Me

AN: This is my second attempt at posting on this blog. I haven't written in years, especially smut so it isnt my fault if it sucks. My blog is also a mess but i'll fix it eventually. (it took fucking forever to find a plus-size photo, bc ✨inclusion✨ and i'm plus-size) the reader is black bc i'm black. enjoy.

Warnings: Hair pulling, cursing (lemme know if there's more i missed), daddy kink, sucky ending

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"Fuck... wha'j'ya do to me sweetness, hm?" Ari growled in Faye's ear. His hips slammed against her ass in tandem with every honeyed sound that slipped from her parted lips. "Look at me- look at the spell you put over your Daddy with this pussy."

Faye's eyes cracked open and her knees almost buckled at the sight she was blessed with. Through her bangs, Ari was staring into her eyes through the mirror in front of them. Their glacier color sent a chill down her spine that made her nipples tight and achy. He grabbed her neck with a meaty paw and pressed his thumb under her chin, pushing her head back for a nasty kiss. His nose pressed against her cheek, beard tickling the side of her face as he licked into her mouth.

The faint taste of the sweet cigar Ari had just a few hours ago swirled and plumed into her mouth as if the smoke was still present. Sweet cigars and mint. A taste she wanted to devour from his mouth for the rest of time. A taste disrupted when his strokes became slow and deep, hitting the right spot inside of her.

"God- Ari, m'right... right there, daddy."

He pressed his nose behind the shell of her ear before dragging it up to the softness of her hair in all of it's bedhead wildness. The sweat beading at her hairline was curling her straightened hair. A smile twitched at his lips as he saw her smacking him with astounding force for ruining it even though he'd drop stacks for whatever hairstyle she desired.

"Right there?" Ari teased. "Not here?" he brushed a hand over her nipple. "Or even here?" pressing his fingertips against her swollen clit.

Faye clenched her walls around him, almost laughing when his pace stuttered and an airy sigh traveled down her back. Almost. A cry echoed in the tiled room as Ari wrapped her hair in a tight makeshift ponytail.

"Does your voice work?" he hissed in her ear.

Whimpering, Faye breathed out, "yes."

"Then fucking use it."

Her eyes slipped shut at the sheer dominance in his voice. "Your fingers- I want, fuck.. I want your fingers to rub my clit until I-"

Ari pushed his knee against the inside of her leg, spreading them open wider before slipping a hand down to her sopping heat. He Faye sobbed, head falling forward as he relieved the tightness of the throbbing nub between her lips before being pulled back. Her eyes snapped open and she was staring at herself in the mirror. Teary, lidded eyes and a trembling lower lip as she cried in relief for her pussy.

"Atta-fucking-girl," Ari punctuated with deep thrusts that Faye felt in the core of her stomach. "Yer' right there, arent'cha sweetness? Let go. S'alright, cum for me."

Faye's body shuddered and let her hair fall through his fingers and her cheek pressed against the cool marble of the counter. Her hips rose back and wetness streamed down her bitten inner thighs, soaking Ari's length and his thick brown happy trail. In her seconds of near unconsciousness she felt the counter vibrate as something slammed down on it before heat and weight pressed against her back.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and brown wisps of hair brushed against her lashes. Faye laughed, a full and rich sound that made Ari stir from above her. He pressed his lips against her rounded cheek, "What're you laughin' at?"

"You! I mean- are you trying to crush me?" she asked.

Ari huffed and pressed his body up from the counter, muttering something about liking to be crushed in a mating press. Faye followed suit, hissing as his cock slipped out of her. The feeling of wetness renewed as his cum rolled down her inner thighs.

"Christ, mother of Mary- Is there something wrong with your dick?" Faye shrieked.

"The hell are you talking about woman?"

"Why is there so much cum?" she said, talking more to herself than Ari.

Ari stared at the woman as she twisted around, trying to view the back of her thighs in the mirror. He scrubbed a hand over his face, smiling at himself. "I really wonder what amazing thing I did to have the honor put a ring on your finger."

"It's still coming out!"

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dc418writes · 3 years

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Sunday Morning

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Just a lazy Sunday with your husband

⚠️: none, all fluff💕

A/N: Okay so I haven’t seen anything involving this AU for Ari (at least I don’t remember seeing one) and I’ve wanted to write something for him for a while now, but couldn’t think of a story idea I loved until now! So with that, this imagine is based off one of my favorite songs, “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5 and I hope you guys like it☺️!

You’re not too deep of a sleeper to miss the sudden embrace of a strong arm gently pulling your body closer. The familiar sensation of a cold nose blowing a light stream of warm air at the shell of your ear and prickly facial hair scraping against your neck has an immediate smile spreading across your tired lips. Eyes opening to the surrounding darkness, they register the digital clock resting on the nightstand with illuminated numbers reading 3:15 am. Any other time, waking up so early on the weekend for no reason would leave you upset, silently groaning and hoping you’d easily be able to fall back asleep.

On these rare occasions though, you don’t mind it as you turn to sweetly kiss his cheek. Or was it his eye?

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya,” he huskily whispers, large hand grazing back and forth against your back.

“S’okay. Happy you’re back,” you yawn making him lowly chuckle before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart. I’ll be here in the morning.” Even in your sleepy haze, your chest warms hearing you’d have more than the usual couple hours with him, and soon your eyes are closing and body sinking further in the king sized mattress as you’re lulled to sleep by his steady breathing and heartbeat anxiously waiting for what was to come after sunrise.

———

His muscular back is facing you as your bare feet pat against the short fibers in the carpet running down the hall into the living room currently filled with 80s music and sizzling from whatever was in the pan in front of him. Watching his little sway while humming along as he flips the pancakes has you silently giggling to yourself feeling as if you were falling even more in love.

At first glance, some might see his usual go-to of an open flannel over his white tank, dark jeans, and boots with chest tattoos peeking out expecting some gruff, bearded trucker with little to say and no patience for anyone. If only they could witness the beefy, heart stealing dork of a man in front of you delicately situating slices of banana to form a smiley face on your food.

Just as he’s adding strawberries to his own singing the chorus of “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” under his breath, you successfully sneak up to him wrapping your arms around his waist as your cheek presses against his freshly showered skin taking in the fresh scent of his bar soap.

“And what exactly has you so cheery?,” you ask before leaving a kiss directly in the middle of his spine making him chuckle.

“A few things,” he states, loosening your arms just enough to turn around and meet your adoring eyes. “But mainly, being able to eat my favorite with my favorite.”

You’re softly giggling from the pecks he leaves on your forehead and then nose while his thick hands rest on either side of your neck and thumbs glide along your jawlines. “Aww, aren’t you adorable.”

“Although that did technically happen earlier this morning.”

“Of course you had to take it there,” you roll your eyes moving to pick up your plate and silverware.

“Hey, you weren’t annoyed when I brought it up then. Especially when I had those pretty eyes rolling the other way.” He manages to dodge the balled up napkin you aim at his face, dramatically gasping only making your giggles grow to full laughter.

God you missed days like this. When you could enjoy each other for most of the day, getting to act like the kids both of you kept hidden inside with no judgement. Once upon a time, you could have that pretty much every day when Ari only had to deliver a few hours away. He’d be home by dinner and off every Sunday leaving the day open to anything either of you could think of. Now Sunday’s off were a rarity, and something like a shooting star. You didn’t know when it would happen but if you happened to catch it, you hold that magical feeling it brought in your heart for the rest of your days.

Forks clacking against your plate, you steal glances at each other when your mouths are too full to talk, and giggling like kids when you’re caught. His thumb quickly swipes the corner of your mouth getting the small bit of syrup that failed to enter before bringing it to his and licking the sticky substance away. You’ve been together for years, but still feel your face heat from the slight embarrassment having to be “cleaned up.”

Maybe it was due to him being gone for the past week and you wanting to seem just as perfect as when he left. Or just simply wanting to be perfect for the love of your life.

He doesn’t miss the way you shyly drop your head now focused more so on the last slice of banana on your plate, making his eyebrow lift in confusion. “What?”

You just shake your head meeting his eyes shining as blue as the clearest water. This isn’t enough for him though, scooting closer to hook his hand under your calf draping your leg over his lap.

“Come on, what is it?,” he asks gently kneading the flesh and posterior muscle of your lower leg. “Oh wait, did you want it instead? Hold on where’s the syrup?”

“No,” you laugh. Clearly he was trying to make you smile, but you knew if you would’ve said yes he would quickly scramble trying to fix it. “I guess with being apart for so long, now that we’re back together it feels like our first date, you know? Like I’m trying not to do or say anything dumb so you’ll like me.”

“I don’t know why, I thought I did a wonderful job saying how you’re my forever, and the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with in my vows. I even got a few tears from grumpy aunt Merdill.”

“Yes, you did,” you laugh, “But still-,”

“I get it. That’s honestly how I feel every day…”

“Really?”

“Well yea, ever since our first date I’ve been pinchin’ myself that I actually have the girl of my dreams. And silently hoping you don’t get tired of simple ole me and want someone better,” he admits.

“I could never find anyone better, or more perfect, for me than you.”

Leaning over, he’s inches from your face as he squeezes your chin, with the hand that once massaged your leg, making your lips adorably pout from the brief moment of comfortable pressure he applies before melding his soft lips with yours. There’s smiles from both of you between every other peck happy to be experiencing the feeling again with no interruptions or rushing, just the floating sensation it always brought no matter how many times you did it.

The rumble of thunder outside though has you breaking apart to see the once white clouds turning grey with the incoming overcast, and your pout become longer lasting.

“Noo, I thought we’d be able to get out and do something.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles holding your hand. “I think I’d rather stay in instead. Really have you all to myself.”

Finishing the last of your pancakes and cleaning the leftover dirty dishes, the sky was now fully gloomy and a band of heavy rain had come and gone with more scheduled to follow throughout the remainder of the day. An unknown movie plays on the tv becoming faint background noise due to neither you nor Ari paying attention to it. Instead, you’re more focused on the tranquil rain seemingly falling at a slant and his arms securing your body to his chest.

“I miss these moments with you,” you softly speak sitting between his legs. Your cheek being tickled by his beard with every peck he gives while simultaneously savoring your sweet scent for his time away.

“Aw I do too bug. I hate having to leave you here all alone.”

You weren’t sure how he’d react to what you were about to say next, and honestly a bit fearful that maybe he wouldn’t feel the same. But as the saying goes, it never hurts to try.

“Well…I wouldn’t be alone if…there was a baby perhaps?”

“…this is true,” he begins, lifting your hand to intertwine with his. “And while I’m excited to have what I already know will be the cutest baby in the world with you, I think we should hold off for right now.”

“You…you think we’re not ready?”

His heavy sigh isn’t the answer you were hoping for, and leaves you sinking your face further into his tattooed bicep trying to keep any unwanted tears from spilling over.

“Hey that’s not completely what I’m trying to say,” he whispers close to your ear before kissing your temple.

“In general, yes I think you’d be a great mom and I hope I’d be half as amazing as a dad. With me being gone weeks at a time though, I definitely wouldn’t want you here by yourself pregnant or trying to take care of a baby. Heaven forbid something happens and I can’t come back home.”

He had a point. Without him there to help, things would be ten times more difficult for you. Even your mom would only be able to stay for so long until she’d ultimately have to leave.

Plus you knew he’d hate to miss out on any milestones no matter how small, and you wouldn’t want him to miss it either.

“So right now, no I’d say we’re not ready. But…that doesn’t mean we still can’t have fun safely trying.”

His hands tickling your sides paired with the nibbles on your neck have the room filled with your giggles as you squirm in his lap. Somehow, in the midst of tickles, he manages to situate your body so you’re straddling his thighs and your hands are pressed against his pecs while you catch your breath. Soon the intimate silence between you returns, but only briefly before Ari’s lifting his phone from the coffee table making you wonder what he could possibly be up to that he was smiling to himself.

“What are you doing?,” you ask trying to peak but Ari’s quicker, holding the device close to his chest. “You better not be sneaking pictures of me.”

“I’m not,” he chuckles flashing that brilliant smile. “I was thinking until we have a kid though, what if we get a dog?”

“…I’m listening.”

“Specifically, this dog.” Turning the phone so you could finally see, there’s a picture of a black Great Dane appearing to smile at the camera from the way it’s lips curled and tongue happily stuck out. Below it was all the information anyone would need on the animal from it’s current and estimated weight and height to temperance for those to decide if he’d be a good fit for their family.

“So…whaddaya say?”

“He’s cute, but I think we should find one that won’t be walking me when we go out.”

“Okay fair enough,” he replies bringing the phone back toward him scrolling some more. “This was my second choice.”

Lying on his back with tongue dangling from the side and paws up, the 12 week old German Shepherd had you giggling at it’s goofiness. Quite possibly the most protective breed, the shelter described Dino as the sweetest boy that loved cuddles just as much as he did playing and running around.

The perfect family dog, and literally Ari in canine form.

“I think he’s perfect,” you smile.

Finally being able to spend time with each other and a puppy? This was the best Sunday either of them had in a long time.

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