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writing-for-marvel · 1 year

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Don’t Get Sad, Get Even

Boyfriend’s Roommate!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend is cheating on you, you decide to get back at him by sleeping with the one person he was always insecure about throughout your relationship, his roommate.

Prompt: For making me believe that you could be faithful to me - Rihanna, Take a Bow

Warnings: strictly 18+, cheating & revenge sex, use of toys (dildo & vibrator), masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: this is my entry for my darling friend @flordeamatista’s Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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You can’t deny that the sight of your boyfriend stumbling upstairs, lips locked with some young, college chick, fumbling to unhook her bra, makes your heart drop below your stomach.

You knew, even from the outset of your relationship, that Bryce wasn’t going to be the guy you walked down an aisle and pledged ‘I do’ to, but he had, at least initially, been attentive and put in the effort to make you feel beautiful. Your chest aches at the thought that it only took a couple drinks and a pretty girl seductively sucking on a straw, for him to break the four month long commitment you made to each other.

That he didn’t have the decency to break up with you before not so subtly sliping away from a party he himself dragged you to, to fuck some stranger a mere wall away from where he left you minutes earlier with the promise to fix you both a drink.

With your head held high, despite the slight sting behind your eyes and a lump forming in your throat, you stand and stalk out of the house, tuning out the disparaging whispers of his friends as you leave.

Fuck him for not being able to recognise your worth, and fuck settling for his unsatisfying, vanilla, one minute performances he was no doubt be subjecting that luckless college girl to right now.

If he’s going to fuck whoever he wanted, you’re going do the same. And you’ll start with the person Bryce was the most insecure about during your relationship - his roommate.

* * *

Ari enters his shared apartment and notices the sound of the shower running, which is odd considering he distinctly remembered his roommate telling him he’d have the place to himself this Saturday night.

Knowing Bryce could in fact be dumb enough to forget to turn the water off before heading out, Ari begrudgingly goes to do it for him, only to realise that it isn’t Bryce’s shower that’s running.

Surely he couldn’t have been stupid enough to do it himself? Cursing the insanely high water bill they were sure to get this month, Ari rushes to turn the shower off in his own private bathroom.

Once he storms in and his brain has time to realise what he’s actually witnessing, he’s already harder than a rock.

“Hey Ari.” You say so casually, almost devilishly, even though you’re completely naked and masturbating in his bathroom. You’ve left the door to the small shower open, giving Ari a perfect view of you riding a dildo stuck to the floor, steamy water flowing down your back and dripping onto the tiled floor from your ass. And by the faint buzzing sound reverberating off the tiled walls, he’s also fairly certain you’re using a vibrator. The thought makes him even more painfully hard.

“Ugh Sunshine, you do know this is my shower, don’t you?” Your heart flutters at his nickname for you. You suspect he only playfully called you that because of how it upset Bryce each time the moniker left his lips, but it still manages to slip out when it’s just the two of you and he’s found you in this downright pornographic scene.

“Yeah, I know. It's just… I saw Bryce cheating on me tonight and I thought fuck it, I always thought you were really hot.” Ari takes a prudent step closer to the shower, swearing under his breath as he watches the thick dildo disappearing into your pussy with each twerk of your hips. “I wanted to see if you could fuck me better than he can.”

“You think there’s even a contest?” Ari asks rhetorically as he adjusts himself in his shorts, desperate for any type of friction to ease his painful throbbing need. “I’ve heard how unsatisfied he’s left you through these very walls.”

“Guess you’ll just have to prove it to me then.” This time Ari wastes no time in accepting your challenge. Turning off the running water, his large hands pick you up from the shower floor and squeeze your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He kisses you with urgency and need, swiping his tongue into your mouth as if his life depends upon it, but the ardent kiss is over far too quickly as in three long strides Ari’s already at the foot of his bed, laying you down and pulling his shirt over his head.

You’re practically drooling watching him undress, his broad shoulders, strong arms and toned abs could fool anyone into thinking he was a god carved from stone. And when he finally strips himself of his shorts and underwear, you actually salivate at the sight of his deliciously large dick already hard and ready for you.

“Fuck, you’re so much bigger than Bryce.” Your brain is practically malfunctioning at the view of the naked, burly man in front of you and these words are all you can think to say.

“This is what you’ve been missing out on, Sunshine.” Ari comments with a smirk.

He kisses you again, with the same intensity as before, but now he takes his time to explore your mouth, his hands desperate to feel every inch of you, every beautiful swell and dip, every exquisite curve he gets to claim for the night.

“Turn around for me, I wanna see that ass.” You do as he commands, face and chest to his bed, arching your back with your ass in the air, giving him prime view of exactly what he wants. You grab your vibrator, switch it on your preferred setting and hold it at the angle you’ve come to know with experience gives you the most pleasure, humming in satisfaction when you find just the right spot. “Fuck, you’re so sexy when you use that toy.”

You feel him teasingly drag the head of his dick through your folds, coating himself in your arousal, which in turn makes you wetter.

“Shit, that’s a pretty pussy. So wet for me. You’ve been thinking about fucking me for a while, haven’t you?”

You breathlessly admit you have during the beat where he pauses and lines himself up with your entrance. A chorus of moans echoes through the room as he pushes into you for the first time. He fills you up agonisingly slowly, but his bruising grip on your hips prevents you from pushing back into him. The burn of your walls stretching to accommodate him dissipates once he’s fully sheathed within you and all you can think about is how completely and utterly full you feel.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight.” Ari gives himself a moment to savour the sensation of how your soft walls grip him and seemingly pull him further into you before he begins to move, quickening his pace with every new thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Fill me up so deep, Ari.” The combination of the vibrator continuously stimulating your clit and the feel of Ari’s every inch driving in and out of you already has your toes curling.

“Say my name again baby, let the neighbours know who’s fucking you so good.” You do as he requests, chanting his name with every plunge of his cock.

His bed creaks with each rocking movement, the sound of the headboard thumping into the wall rhythmically fills the room along with your moaning and the salacious sound of skin slapping skin.

“Shit, right there, Ari. Don’t fucking stop!” You think perhaps there should be a part of you that’s embarrassed at how quickly you’re finding your release, but with how neglected and needy Bryce has left you, you’re utterly desperate to feel that pent up tension snap like a rubber band.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me, wanna feel you squeezing my cock.” Ari can feel how close you are, your velvety walls fluttering around him, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With one strong thrust, your long awaited release washes through you like a wave. Every cell in your body floods with pleasure, blinding your vision and losing control of all motor function, causing you to let go of the vibrator.

As if Ari can sense the future, he’s ready when you go slack, taking the toy from your limp hand and maintaining the perfect pressure on your clit, never breaking rhythm with his thrusts, prolonging your orgasm to the point where you’re desperately mewling for him to stop and tugging at his sheets to escape the tsunami of overwhelming pleasure.

“Best pussy I’ve ever felt. I bet Bryce doesn’t fuck you this good.” Ari says as he lazily pulls out of you, wiping stray, sweaty strands of hair from his eyes as he lays beside you on his bed, gently tapping his thighs as his indication he wants you to get on top.

“Not even close.” You say breathlessly with a smirk, a little insecure about how your legs wobble as you straddle him, though Ari doesn’t seem fazed by it. In fact, he looks overjoyed watching you look down at him, a hint of endearment swirling in his lust blown pupils you hadn’t been expecting to notice.

Ari lets out a rumbling moan as you sink down onto him, his hands instinctively finding your hips as he helps you through the motions of grinding down on his dick.

“Work it pretty girl, yeah, just like that. Use me, use this fat cock, it’s all yours.” Once you have worked up a rhythm Ari removes his hands from your sides, appreciating the sight of your pussy swallowing his shaft whole, before his itching fingers caress your breasts, rolling your nipples into stiffened peaks. “You’re so beautiful riding me like this. Look at these tits, they’re fucking perfect.”

“Oh God, I’m close, Ari.”

“Me too, Sunshine.” You barely hear Ari’s words as his strong arms engulf you, flipping you into his mattress. His heavy body presses you even further into the memory foam which is permanently infused with his intoxicating musky scent, trapping you so you have no choice but to take everything he’s giving you.

His long hair falls into his eyes, but it doesn’t stop him from making adoring eye contact. Did his eyes always soften when they gazed at you? Or are you only noticing it now that you are so much closer than you have ever been before?

You loved the angel he hit inside you while you were riding him, but it’s nothing compared to the mesmerising drag of his cock in this position, his hips rolling fervently into yours as his hands interlock with yours above your head and his lips suck on the sensitive skin of your neck.

The sex feels much more intimate than you were expecting when you essentially broke into his apartment to provocatively display yourself, wishing he’d be interested enough in an easy lay to give you one climax for the night. You’re not complaining though, you always did had a soft spot for Ari, and Bryce was rightfully jealous of the effortless connection you share.

“Oh fuck, Ari! Please, you're gonna make me cum!” You cry, his pistoning movements becoming more erratic as he chases both of your highs, his pelvis grinding against your clit repeatedly with each thrust.

“Cum with me, pretty girl.” Ari growls into your ear, your admission only spurring him on. The coil in the pit of your stomach winding tighter with each stroke of his tip against the spongy spot inside you that makes your legs shake uncontrollably and blinding stars burn behind your eyes. The same spot Bryce was never able to find, yet Ari sought out so easily.

Euphoria takes over you for the second time with a strained cry of his name, ecstasy shivers down your spine and out to the endings of every nerve in your body. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud of pure bliss as Ari captures your moans in an ardent kiss.

Your soft walls squeeze him deliciously and contrast to the sharp sting of your nails raking down his back. It’s enough to push him over the edge with you.

“Holy shit, I’m cumming!” Ari announces before a deep, husky grunt rumbles from his chest. The muscles in his abdomen tense as he spills his large load deep inside you with a drawn out groan.

When Ari finally pulls out, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of your mixed releases dripping from your core, before he dashes into his bathroom to fetch a warm, damp cloth to clean you up. You flinch at the sensation, your body oversensitive after the two mind blowing orgasms he pulled from you, but your heart soars at the thought in his gesture.

Once he’s done, Ari’s sweaty form lays down beside you, pulling you into him, gently kissing down your neck and over your shoulder. A shiver runs down your spine at how much tenderness each small kiss is filled with.

“You know, I’ve kinda had a thing for you ever since Bryce introduced us, but I’ve never been that guy who makes a move on someone else’s girl.” You flip over so you’re looking at him, his eyes search yours for a sign that he is more than a convenient one night stand and this meant more than just getting revenge on his dickhead roommate.

“Well, I’m no longer Bryce’s girl…” You point out, which is met with a smile.

“No, you’re mine now.”

* * *

Before going another round, one where Ari vows to finally taste you, you suggest grabbing some bottled water to keep hydrated. You’ll need to replenish your fluids if he plans on having his way with you the entire night and into the morning.

When you open the bedroom door, you see a familiar figure lounging on the couch.

“Oh, hey Bryce.” You say nonchalantly, feigning ignorance that you knew he lived here, though it is a welcome surprise to see him home so early from the party where he would have heard every sinful detail of your genuine climax with Ari minutes before, something he had never experienced in your four months together.

He simply stares at you, mouth agape and eyes wide in disbelief as you casually walk over to the kitchen au naturel. You make sure to sway your hips seductively as you return to Ari’s bedroom, giving him a view of exactly what he’s missing out on.

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acrosstobear · 1 year

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i don’t care if these bitches don’t like me

MICK SCHUMACHER — March 22, 1999 —

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#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #mercedes #f1 edit #f1edit #fancam #f1 fancam #vidvid #THIS IS MY MAGNUM OPUS ACTUALLY #seriously i worked for like 3 months on this there are so many clips #song is #her by megan thee stallion #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEEEEEE

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Teasing Temptation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,017

Summary: You present Bucky with an idea, a little game to play, and he agrees.

Author’s Note: So I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while and then my beautiful friend Ali @flordeamatista hosted her Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge and one of Rihanna’s songs just spoke to me for this. I went with “Give it to me like I need it/Rock me out on the floor/Put your hands on me, watch me lose it”: Roc Me Out. Thank you for hosting my sweet! love you and hugs! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Both dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy 🥰

Warnings: lots of flirty fun, tension, sassiness, some language, smexy talk

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you lovely 🥰

“I want to play a game.”

At your words Bucky perks up, dropping the book from his hands and shifting so you’re now straddling his lap.

“I’m listening,” he murmurs as his hands settle on your waist, thumbs sneaking under your shirt to feel your skin.

“Don’t distract me,” you smirk and get comfortable.

He raises an eyebrow as you wiggle in his lap.

“Doll…”

“Ok, so,” you start, trying to ignore the growing hardness between his legs. “I was thinking…you know how I love when you’re extra grumpy?”

He nods, sliding his hands higher and tracing the underside of your bra.

“What if we did something that will most definitely make you extra grumpy but definitely be worth it in the end?”

“Does it end with me fucking your brains out?” he asks.

“Yup,” you answer and pop the p.

“I’m in.”

“Buck, I didn’t even tell you the most important part!”

You squirm in his grasp as his fingertips move higher and tease the tiny bow on your bra.

“You know what it’s like when you’ve been gone a mission for a few days,” you continue as you close your fingers around his wrists and pull them from your shirt.

He playfully pouts and you kiss his lips.

“It’s torture being away from you,” he whispers against your mouth.

“And then when you come home…”

“I want to stay buried inside you forever.”

“Mm hm,” you agree, sighing at the thought.

“Are you saying you want us to hold out on sex for a few days?” he asks, easily pulling his hands free of your grasp so he can flip you over and pin you to the couch.

“Let’s see how long we last,” you tell him, willing your body not to react to the feel of him pressed against you.

“Is this a challenge doll?”

“Well, not exactly…but I mean it would be fun to see who breaks first.”

You wiggle your brows and give him a grin.

“Fine,” he says as he dips his head and brushes his lips over yours. “Any rules?”

His warm breath tickles your skin and your eyelashes start to flutter closed.

“Kisses and hugs are fine, light touches but nothing more. And how does three days sound?”

He huffs out a sigh and brushes his nose along your cheek until his face is buried in your neck.

“Not three…two,” he mumbles. “That’s the best I can do.”

“But you’ve been gone on missions for longer than that!” you giggle.

“Two,” he grumbles. “And when I’m gone on a mission you aren’t prancing around lookin’ like a snack I wanna devour.”

You laugh at his analogy and start to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Don’t think you’ll make it Barnes?” you tease, giggling when he presses his lips to your throat.

He abruptly stands and you suck in a gasp, digging your teeth into your bottom lip at the sight of his hard-on straining against his sweats.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “Two nights.”

“What time are we leaving for dinner Buck?” you yell from the bathroom.

“Six thirty doll,” he shouts back.

You wrap the towel around your body and stroll out into the hall. When you reach the bedroom, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his socks.

His lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he states.

“Are you saying I can’t shower for the next two days?” you ask coyly as you bend over and pretend to look in the drawer.

“No.”

He’s suddenly in your space, his arm around your waist to turn you to face him. He presses you into the dresser, his mouth an inch from yours as his free hand toys with the top of your towel.

“Bucky,” you gasp, weakly pushing on his chest.

“You tease me doll face…” he whispers. “I tease ya back.”

You fight back the desire to tell him to rip the towel off and bend you over and instead shimmy out of his hold.

“We have a long way to go,” you say, not hiding your frustration.

“It’s only been two hours,” he whines, adjusting himself in his pants. “FUCK.”

“Are you getting dessert?” Bucky asks when the waiter leaves with your clean dinner plates.

“Are you?” you counter, licking your lips at the thought of watching him eat something ooey and gooey.

“Let’s share,” he says, throwing you a wink.

He orders the chocolate lava cake and your mouth waters for more than one reason. The waiter places the cake in the middle of the table and hands each of you a spoon.

Bucky dives right in and takes a big bite, shoving the spoon is his mouth and moaning around it before licking it clean.

You do the same, mostly to stop yourself from moaning at his reaction but with his eyes trained on your mouth you can’t help but tease a little.

“Wow, tastes almost as good as you.”

Your words have his features hardening, the muscle in his jaw clenched tight as he slides his metal hand under the table and grips your thigh.

“If I have to wait to fuck your brains out,” he says softly, his tone betraying his words, “you have to stop saying things that test my control.”

You grab his wrist, spreading your legs as discreetly as possible under the table and shove his hand high enough so his fingers brush the dampness on your panties.

“Fuck me,” he hisses. “This is fucking torture.”

“It’ll be worth it,” you tell him, clearly trying to convince yourself as well.

“I know.” He drags his heated gaze over you. “That’s the only reason you’re still sitting there and not on my cock.”

“Bucky,” you breathe out.

“Doll face…just…finish your dessert.”

His metal fingers slip away from you and he brings them back to the table, his hand clenched in a permanent fist as he takes another bite of cake.

“Hey Barnes, you’re draggin’ today. Let’s move!” Sam yells, turning back to Bucky as he lags behind.

Sam slows down until Bucky catches up and elbows him in the ribs.

“You’re extra broody this morning. Everything ok?” Sam asks.

“I’m good, thanks,” Bucky grunts before he takes off in a sprint.

Sam rolls his eyes with a sigh and mumbles a curse before taking off after him.

When Sam catches you sitting on the steps outside your apartment building after he and Bucky return from the run he immediately frowns at your expression.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You ok?”

You look up with a start, not having realized he was there, your thoughts still lingering on the sight of Bucky jogging toward you, sweat slicked with his shirt sticking to every muscle of his torso.

“Yeah, all good,” you answer. “Why?”

“I dunno know…you look tense,” Sam explains. “And Bucky was extra grumpy this morning.”

Your lips start to lift into a sideways smirk and Sam’s eyes narrow.

“What’s going on with you two?” he asks.

“Nothing. Everything is great,” you assure him before waving goodbye and hurrying off to find Bucky.

You open the door to your bedroom and find Bucky walking out of the bathroom in just a towel.

Steeling yourself with a grin you say, “heard you were a grump this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky answers as he leans against the door, crossing his arms over his chest.

You step closer to him and mirror his pose along the opposite wall. A drop of water rolls off his chin and down his neck before tracing the muscles along his chest and moving over his abs until it disappears in the soft trail of hair below his belly button.

Your eyes follow it the entire way and you have to drag your gaze away from the muscular V at his hips when he speaks.

“My eyes are up here baby doll,” he chuckles.

You blow him off with a raspberry and start to stomp off but he grabs you and pulls you against his hard chest.

Heat suffuses you as you trail your fingertips over his skin. He dips his head and whispers against your lips, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, doll, you’ll never be rid of the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you.”

“You’re doing this on purpose,” you tremble, throwing his earlier words back at him.

“You wanted this,” he answers, his tone sassy.

“Well, now I have to go change my panties. Thanks.”

His strong fingers dig into your skin. “I can’t do this doll.”

“Yes, you can,” you reply, swallowing hard at the thought that you aren’t even sure you’ll make it.

“Fuck,” he bites out, releasing you like you’re on fire.

“Maybe we should go do something?” you suggest as you stare at your husband from across the couch.

You can’t sit too close to him because his hands are always on you and you want it that way so it’s easier to put some physical distance between you.

“Like?” he asks, looking up from his book.

“I dunno, something out in public this way it’s easier to control ourselves.”

“That’s never stopped me before,” he murmurs as his eyes darken.

“Bucky,” you groan and squeeze your thighs together.

His eyes fly between your legs and he licks his lips.

“Fine,” he growls. “Let’s go play pool.”

“I haven’t played pool in so long,” you tell him as you walk into the dimly lit bar.

“That’s ok doll face. I’ll help ya.”

You smile as he leads you across the floor with his hand on your lower back.

“I’m going to enjoy you saying the word ‘balls’ a lot,” you giggle.

He pins you with a glare but you can see the smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You watch him bend over the table with his cue stick and admire the view of his ass in his tight jeans. He easily pockets one of the balls and saunters over to you.

“You know how to hold the cue stick?”

Your eyes twinkle with mischief and you open your mouth to give him a cheeky answer but before you can he presses a metal finger to your lips.

“Don’t doll,” he whispers. “Just…show me.”

You take the cue stick in your hands and position it before you bend over the pool table. He slides up behind you, leaning over you as he adjusts your hold.

“Like this,” he whispers along the shell of your ear.

You make a sound of acknowledgement and wait for him to back away.

“Bucky?” you ask, slightly breathless. “I think you need to move.”

“Well, unless you want everyone to see how tight my jeans are right now you gotta give me a minute,” he growls.

“I don’t think the position we are currently in will help at all,” you giggle and wiggle your ass.

“Doll,” he warns.

You take your shot, missing it thanks to him crowding your space.

“That’s your fault,” you say as you push him up and let your eyes fall to his crotch.

“And this is your fault,” he mumbles, discreetly trying to adjust himself.

“You bent me over the table,” you sass back.

“This was a bad idea.”

“This was a great idea Buck.”

Bucky unlocks the door and holds it open for you. You slip past him and toe off your shoes.

“You know we never set an exact time for when this would be over,” you muse as drop your bag. “Technically tonight is two days but are we torturing ourselves until later tonight or should we….”

The rest of your sentence is cut off when he grabs your hand and abruptly pushes you against the wall. His body presses hard into yours and he captures your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head.

“Game over,” he rumbles.

“But who won?” you ask as your knees tremble and your breath catches in your throat.

“I don’t give a fuck doll face. The only thing care about is having my cock buried inside you.”

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imweepin · 8 months

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D.Gray-man

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meteorblazes · 3 months

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@basketobread’s OC LUNARA!!!!!! She is so babygirl… cups her face so so gently and gives her a little smooch on the crown of her head…. RAHHHH SELUNITE TAV IS SO BASEDDDDDDDD RATTLES YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHES SO FUN TO DRAW. THE COMICS SHES IN ARE SO FUN AND SO SO SILLY THEY MAKE ME GIGGLE AND GRIN LIKE A SILLY LITTLE FOOL

Hope you dont mind i gave her a fun little dress TEEHEE

#meteorblaze art #my art #dnd art #dnd character #I LOVEEEEEEE HERRRRRR AND I LOVE YOUR ART ITS SO FUN #I HOPE I CAPTURED HER VIBE….#WRAAAAA THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO #runs around like a rabid raccoon

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the-nation-of-today · 25 days

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Something about angels and devils

#black veil brides #bvb #andy biersack #andy bvb #guy of all time 🖤#maeve.png #I loveeeeeee when parallels #when creeper said girls will go to hell and back for boys who taste like heaven #they were talking about andy #(and I’m the girls in question)

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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

Skin

pairing: dbf!ari levinson x reader

concept: Oh, honey, how I lust for you

word count: 1.5k

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

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

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

lovely beta: @lunarbuck

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

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

You need a break.

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

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

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

I need to be adored and cherished

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

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

Pleasure-filled.

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

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

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

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

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

A fantasy, a moan.

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

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

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

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

It melts my heart to see your desire.

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

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

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

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

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

See you, touch you, kiss you!

“Stay there,” he demands.

Clearly, he knows what he was doing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I map every inch of your sweet skin with fierce kisses

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, honey, how I lust for you

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