#alpha!ari levinson x you

[biteofcherry]

Yours to have

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: It's the ceremony of your mating with Ari.

warnings: mystical vibes of ancient rituals; a/b/o dynamics; a pinch of exhibitionism; slight breeding kink; primal kink; shifters; shifter!Ari; wolf!Ari; shifter!Reader; no bestiality

word count: 5.4k

Author's Note: This is a tad different take on the usual claiming/biting in the a/b/o universe. The magic is more at play here in forming the mating bond, not the actual biting. As you read, you'll understand what exactly I changed about it and why. Also, a person called godi appears in this piece. The title of godi refers to a priest/ess of old pagan religions, leading mystical rituals (it's mostly Old Norse origin, but here it's simply used as a term to name the pack's sort of priestess).

The little sip of black currant liqueur you took before all the guests gathered in the wide, unfenced backyard didn’t help easing the tempo of your heart rate, as you finally took a step outside. 

The silvery sphere of the full moon rose above the treetops, crowned in a gold and reddish halo as if the goddess herself knew of the special celebration about to take place. 

Both packs were present - or you should say one pack, as now your people were merged into one under the rule of Ari. People stood to the sides, making a wide path for you to cross toward the arch weaved of evergreen branches, where your future mate awaited along with the pack’s godi. 

It was the redhead who stole curious glances your way ever since Ari’s pack started mingling with yours. What you saw at first as some sort of jealousy, because Ari kept his claim on you known right away, relentlessly so, turned out to be mere curiosity. Perhaps also a mystical knowledge, which a godi was supposed to possess. 

Her name was Alara and she was going to lead the ceremony of your mating. 

Times were modern, shifters tended to bind themselves in very human-style weddings, but the Alpha had to honor old traditions. Especially if he chose to mate with an Omega. It was a stereotype as old as time and as such was expected to follow the ancient traditions. 

In the weeks leading to the ceremony you spent some time with Alara, who taught you every step of the ceremony. It wasn't common knowledge, though there were parts of it passed on through generations via spoken tales. Like you were aware of the fact the ceremony had two phases and only a very few, selected shifters would be present for the second part.

The rather primal part. 

Tiredness should weigh on your tense body, since you woke before dawn, but the anticipation and shot of excitement kept you fully energized. The early morning was part of tradition, as well. You walked into the woods with the first rays of sun to gather greens for the wreaths you were going to weave for yourself and your mate. 

Mugwort, chamomile, wild ferns, St. John’s wort and a few twigs of juniper. You wore yours on your head as you slowly crossed through the backyard. In your hands you carried the twin wreath for Ari. 

You were going to crown him with it, as a symbol of you choosing him to be yours. Later, when the second part of the ceremony started, he would take yours off of your head, as a symbol of taking your nonexistent virginity. 

It was laughable, if you were cynically honest. Neither did you choose Ari, not really, nor were you a virgin. Not for a long time. 

Something that Ari didn’t seem to care about. 

Like he didn’t care that you were much older than overly fertile young women he could have chosen from. A small part of you found it quite pleasing, that he didn’t chase after girls half his age, but voiced his interest in you - someone who was merely a few years younger than him. 

You walked barefoot, your simple white dress flowing around your ankles. It was no point in buying an actual, elegant wedding dress, considering you wouldn’t be wearing it for long once you got to the second part of the ceremony. 

You wore no undergarments either. 

You didn’t think Ari’s aware of that fact, but the way his gaze slid up your body as you approached him suggested he might be.

Then his eyes settled on your face and a certain lightness seemed to turn his irises aglow. There was seriousness and respect for the traditions carved onto his handsome face, but his mouth curved at the corners slightly, soothing and encouraging you.

Ari was barefoot, just like you; wearing elegant, linen pants and white shirt that was buttoned only halfway up. 

It was so characteristic of him, you noticed. Over the weeks leading to your mating you’ve had enough opportunities to spend time with Ari - usually not out of your own volition, but because he was crossing into your space and inviting himself over. And most of the time at least two top buttons of his shirts were undone.

You wondered if it was some poor style choice, or if he ran so hot that he needed them unbuttoned.

Those thoughts invited others, more brazen. If he’d walk around the house without a shirt? If he slept naked? Questions you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care for, but which you’d very soon learn the answers to.

You stopped in front of Ari, lifting the wreath in your hands for him to admire. When he bowed his head, you put it on him. A startling flutter to your heart sprinkled warmth through your limbs as you looked at him crowned with a wreath you weaved. 

Lanterns cast amber glow across your bodies as you placed your hands in Ari’s. It was neither their warmth, nor the evening’s sweet dispersing incalescence, but a simmer of heat ignited in your belly when you touched him. 

Ever since he marked you with his cum, feeding you a dollop of it, it seemed your body attuned to his closeness with growing hunger. 

You tried not to imagine how worse it could get once he fully claimed you. 

Alara bound your hands with colorful ribbons; each for a different vow you spoke. Then she lifted an ornamental chalice, filled with sweetly smelling mead and a pinch of herbs. 

With your hands bound, both you and Ari carefully took the chalice. He lifted it to your lips first. Pleasant thickness of it coated your tongue and slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation that only spurred the fire in your belly. 

In the books regarding mating ceremonies you read about a particular ingredient that used to be added to wine or mead for the bride to drink. According to Alara that hasn’t been done in at least a century and you really hoped she was truthful. It would be really disgusting if you were made to drink Ari’s cum in front of everyone, even if it was only a splash of it. 

Apparently it used to be added to strengthen the bride’s desire for her mate. 

You knew it would work. You still remembered how your body responded to the taste of Ari when he caught you. 

You tipped the chalice slightly when it was Ari’s turn to take a sip; his eyes a glowing blue that seared through you as he held your gaze over the rim. 

With your hands still bound, Ari pulled you forward. He took your mouth in a bold kiss that burned stronger than the rich alcohol you just consumed. Loud cheers resounded around, but were faded compared to the pounding of your own blood rushing through vessels as you melted under the demand of Ari’s lips. 

There was amusement and giggles as you and Ari worked your hands free of the bindings. No scissors or claws could be used to cut through them, you had to work the knots together. Then the bundle of colorful ribbons was placed in a small, carved box. 

You gasped in surprise - the sound dispersing on your palate - when Ari kissed you again. 

Hands completely free, he grabbed you fully, dipping you backwards as his tongue dipped between your lips. The chorus of applause included a few howls. 

You felt a little dizzy (and a lot hot) when Ari pulled back. If not for his arm loosely wrapped around your middle, you may have swayed. Eyes glazed, though you weren’t certain if it was due to the potent mead, or the reality of mating Ari hitting you suddenly; you stared up at him. 

With the spark in his iridescent irises, you sensed he was equally excited for the next part as you were terrified of it. 

But your fear didn’t make you flee; not this time, at least. It was that kind of fear that lured to follow into the darkness and experience the thrill of being consumed. Curiosity and apprehension combined into an addictive kind of sensation. 

Was it why you felt that spark of arousal whenever you ran away and Ari gave chase? 

The first thought making you run could be of rebellion, of trying to free yourself of the Alpha’s clutches. But the chase made it into heady titillation. 

The unknown of the mystical, sacred part of the ceremony spiked that fear, but the aspect of doing it with Ari - whatever raw, dirty act it would be - heated your body in anticipation. 

Alara addressed the gathered people, calling upon them to feast in joy for your union. Then she took one of the lanterns and led a small procession deep into the woods. Five other shifters fell into step behind her - three of Ari’s pack and two of yours. Chosen for their hierarchy in the pack, they were granted great honor to be witnesses to the second part of the ceremony. 

Though you briefly wondered, if Dante wasn’t asked to do it also as some sort of twisted power play. He was a member of your old pack and it seemed Ari respected his knowledge, experience and dedication to protect people. However, there was no doubt Ari would have learned that you and Dante used to date. 

It ended more than three years ago, the two of you remaining somewhat friendly if distanced. But male shifters tended to be extremely possessive. Ari was borderline so. It wouldn’t surprise you if the honor to participate in your ceremony wasn’t also Ari’s way of emasculating Dante in case he harbored any lustful thoughts of you. 

Ari’s fingers intertwined with yours as you followed Alara through the darkness of the woods. The lantern was merely symbolic, as your shifter senses allowed all of you to move through the night quite easily. 

When you reached a wide clearing, the five shifters spread around, taking positions in a spread semi-circle. Alara led you forward to the middle of the meadow where a few items had been prepared in advance. 

“You shall undress each other, so the Moon can bathe  you in her glow,” Alara’s voice was soft and melodic, her lips curved in a gentle smile, but her eyes were sharp and wild. Gold swirls painted on her face seemed to pulse with life.

Breath hitched in your throat when Ari’s hands smoothed along your shoulders, the straps of your dress easily giving in as he pushed them off. Leaning close, he reached behind you and unzipped the short zipper of your dress, then pulled the delicate fabric off your body. 

Trying not to think of being completely naked in front of him - and in front of five other shifters! - you unbuttoned his shirt, one small button after another. Your fingers itched to explore the expanse of Ari’s chest, but you stifled that craving and managed to touch as little of his skin as possible as you pushed the shirt off his shoulders. 

Staring at his chest, you popped the button of his pants open and lowered the zipper. You couldn’t make yourself look Ari into the eyes, fearing to see the heat in them and perhaps a sense of dark, lustful victory. 

It was better not to peek down, too. The glimpse of Ari’s cock you got when he came all over you after he caught you in the woods was enough of torment in the past few weeks; tempting your body into overdrive as you dreamt of it. 

You stepped away from the pile of clothes and faced each other. Heart pounding in your chest, you finally lifted your gaze to Ari’s face. Without Alara’s prompting, as if he knew each step of the ceremony by heart, Ari took off his wreath and placed it at godi’s feet. 

Then he reached for your wreath. In a slow, gentle move, he took it off. 

It was only a symbol, one you previously rolled your eyes at, but the moment Ari’s fingers gripped the green weaves and deprived you of them, a light, pleasant sting pierced your core. 

Your wreath was offered at Alara’s feet as well; the godi served as a conduit of the Moon goddess. 

“Shift.” The command was simple, unyielding enough that you didn’t protest, even though you were surprised by it.

When Alara taught you stages of the ceremony, she didn’t mention letting your wolf out. You hesitated only a few seconds, before you gave in to the pull itching beneath your skin. For a split of a second you got to admire Ari’s wolf with your human eyes, then you were seeing him through your wolf’s. 

You were a streak of silver, light coloring that some of your former partners expressed to be the moonlight itself crushed into fur. Though you weren’t the smallest of wolves, placing yourself as rather average among shifters, you seemed tiny compared to Ari’s wolf. 

Your Alpha was a beast of fairy tales. So big and domineering. His thick fur was a spectrum of bronze, with some streaks glinting gold, some reddish, the tip of his tail as dark as black. 

In that moment it hit you how perfect of a predator he was. As a human you noticed his scent that blended him so easily with the forest - pine and moss and resin. His wolf form blended into the woods even deeper, allowing him to gain the upper hand in any season, any part of the land. 

Ari’s paw dug into soil as he made a move toward you. Something flicked through your hindbrain, or perhaps it was your human side all along, but you suddenly felt the need to bolt. 

To tease him, maybe. Or perhaps you couldn’t suppress that remnant of rebellion against this union.

Your wolf barely managed to turn around and start forward when Ari leaped. The massive wolf crushed you to the ground, your wolf yipping as he trapped you beneath him. Then his jaw locked on your neck, sharp teeth piercing enough to be a warning. 

A shudder rippled through you, your head dropping down in submission. Ari snarled and for a moment you found yourself scrambling to understand what he wanted. But your wolf knew. With another pitiful yip she went lax, surrendering completely. A lick of approval soothed the spot where his fangs nipped you.

Slowly, Ari eased back. You remained in your position, not daring yet to move. Then suddenly a low growl of his reverberated through your bones.

It yanked on that shifter thread inside you, forcing an immediate shift. 

Never before had anything like it happened, it was always your own volition to change into wolf form and back into human. And Ari just proved to you how much power he held. 

Alphas supposedly possessed that ability - to force any shifter into immediate change, but you never saw Dimitri do it to anyone. You didn’t think Ari’s done it to scare you, or belittle you in any way, rather you felt it as his help to guide you into the next step of the ceremony. 

Yet it still elicited a scary realization, how truly he could overpower you. If you ever ran away in your wolf form, he could command your immediate shift into human and gain more advantage. 

Ari gently helped you up onto your feet, having shifted into human form himself. The care and respect he showed contrasted with the display of raw power. 

Your gaze shifted to Alara, a glint of offense at not being prepared for that part of the proceedings. She only smiled as she beckoned the two of you closer.

“The wolf’s submission had to be natural, had to be earned,” she explained. “If I warned you of it, then it could provoke you to either fake it, or fight it just out of spite.”

You wouldn’t tell her that you felt your wolf submit to Ari weeks ago, when he tackled you to the ground after chasing you through the woods. The bitch gave in then. 

Alara picked a bowl filled with sweet scented mixture. Linden honey, cloves, lovage and crushed cranberries for the red color. She lifted it up to the sky, muttering a string of blessings, or spells, or whatever curse. Then she lowered it towards Ari. 

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.” 

She held the bowl as Ari dipped his hand in the mixture. He marked a spot on your temple first. Then smeared the honey across your mouth. Your lips parted, letting the sweet taste in. And letting a little gasp out when Ari’s hand left streaks of sticky concoction across your breasts.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from Ari’s eyes when he dipped both his hands for more mixture and then splayed one on your ass and his other palm over your abdomen. 

He crouched down to better drive his fingers up the inside of your thigh and then along the juncture in your hip, before ending the sweet swirl in the thatch of your hair right above your softly pulsing clit. 

Each streak he painted on your naked body seemed to seep into your skin and feed to the fire already burning you with need. 

A thought to chase Ari’s fingers with your mouth, to suck them clean so he could slip them into your wet pussy, flashed in your mind. It was Alara’s voice addressing you that stopped you from making a fool of yourself. 

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.” She tipped the bowl your way. 

Fingers dripping with red stained honey, you reached up to touch Ari’s temple. When you brushed your fingertips across his mouth, you almost pouted in disappointment he didn’t nip at any of your digits. 

Focusing on regulating your breath, so you didn’t pant, you used both of your hands to mark Ari’s huge biceps. Then, just because you were getting needy and annoyed with yourself because of that, you scratched his chest a bit as you smeared the mixture across his pectorals. 

Perhaps you saw it in the way Ari’s eyes darkened, or maybe it was already the bond building between the two of you, but you felt certain that he liked when you scratched him. 

Your eyes followed the line your fingers drew along the thatch of hair leading down Ari’s belly and lower. Scooping more honey from the bowl, you knelt at Ari’s feet and dragged both hands up his muscular legs, until you gripped his ass.

Your breath quickened as you stared at the half-hard cock rising toward Ari’s belly. Slowly, you swiped your hands from the back of his thighs to the front, using all of your melting will to not taste him right away.

Instead, you boldly looked up. Ari’s pupils were blown wide as he stared at you - on your knees, lips inches away from his cock, about to mark it as a part of him for you to have. Holding his gaze, you wrapped your fingers around him. 

If it wasn’t for Ari’s self restraint, you probably would follow the instinct, the hunger tempting you to move your hand and start what would inevitably happen in a few minutes anyway. After all, sex was the culmination of the ceremony. But Ari’s own fingers gently caught your wrist. 

He helped you up. Again that night. 

For as amused as she had to be, Alara didn’t spare you a knowing, mocking look. She put the bowl away and picked another dish. This one a simple terracotta pot, bearing marks of time. 

“For Nature, the Mother of us all,” Alara intoned, “make a pledge to the earth to show your readiness to fall in with the cycle.” 

Ari knelt down and started digging with his bare hands while you filled both hands with seeds and flower bulbs from the terracotta pot. Kneeling on the ground as well, you planted them in the furrow created by Ari. Then both of you covered the seeds with soil, your hands joined as you did so. 

You washed your hands in the bassinet with fresh water that Alara placed beside you. She poured into it what was left of the honey mixture, then dipped a small bouquet of ferns in it and used them to sprinkle the mixture over you and Ari.

“Blessed be this union!” Alara bellowed, hands stretched high toward the night sky. “Moon, our goddess! As you cast your light upon your favored, embrace his mate. Through the eyes of the witnesses gathered here, watch as they seal their claim on each other.”

Arms slowly dropping, Alara stared at you as she took a few steps backwards. Silence stretched in tense anticipation. 

It dawned on you then. That was the most important part. The culmination.

And there were people around, about to witness your coupling. 

Ari’s hand cupped your chin, preventing you from looking anywhere else but him. No one else should matter now. No other shifter, no woodland creature, nor the stars peppering the sky. There was only your mate. 

He tilted your head back slightly and leaned in. Tip of Ari’s tongue flicked against your bottom lip, licking off the sweetness. Lips trailed sticky kisses across your cheek, until his breath tickled the shell of your ear.

“You’re ready, little Omega,” he purred, slipping a hand between your thighs. 

At the bold touch of his fingers spreading your slick folds, your hands flew to Ari’s shoulders. Fingernails of your right hand needled his skin, while you gripped a fistful of his hair with the other. 

“You’re already mine,” he sounded more than pleased; he sounded drunk on victory after months of chase. “But I’ll pound it into your tight pussy, so you feel that bond with every step.” 

He growled in satisfaction as you moaned, rocking your hips into his hand. He stretched you with a firm stroke of his fingers, driving in two at once and pressing the heel of his palm into your clit. 

Gripping the back of your neck with his other hand, Ari kept pumping his fingers and curling them until your juices were spilling over his palm. 

“Ask me!” He demanded, licking off more of the honey around your mouth. 

“Alpha,” your voice was raspy and breathy, “fuck me! Knot me. Claim me!” 

It was only your heart soaring and fluttering like a hummingbird trapped in grip, though it felt as if the earth itself shuddered beneath you from the force and heat of Ari’s kiss. 

Perhaps there were more potent, illegal roots added to the mead Alara made you drink earlier, or to the honey mixture that soaked your bodies. Or maybe it was the vowed bond that grew taut and intense in its demand to be fulfilled in the most primal way.

Whatever spurred it, made you desperate. Needy. Your mouth opened pliant to Ari’s, ready to swallow whatever he fed you, ready to offer pleasure in return. Your hands roamed over his body; touching and squeezing and scratching. 

When he eased his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, you almost whined in protest. But then he was gripping your hips and flipping you onto your hands and knees. 

Your hindbrain took over, the wolf bitch coming to the surface just beneath your human skin. But it wasn’t only the wolf side that craved the warmth of Ari’s thighs pressing against the back of yours. Your human side wanted it to. The woman who resisted his claim was eager to bend forward and offer herself. 

One of Ari’s big hands gripped your hip, the other moved between your bodies to guid the tip of his cock into your entrance. 

With a broad lick up your spine, Ari laid his weight above you. He nipped the nape of your neck, more playful than he did in his wolf form, and you instinctively followed the unspoken command. You stretched your arms forward and dipped your upper body low, cheek pressed to the ground. 

“Good little Omega,” Ari purred, kissing your neck. 

A loud cry spilled from your lips, resounding through the clearing, maybe through the whole forest, when Ari sheathed himself inside you in one stroke. 

He paused. To relish in the feeling, or to give you a moment to adjust - if it was the latter, you didn’t think it would help. Ari wasn’t some monstrous beast to have a dick you couldn’t take. It was impressive, but in very reasonable size. And yet, something about it made you quiver in fear (and excitement) of being split in half. 

The first languid thrusts drew moans from both of you. Ari drove deep on each push, forcing your pussy to give up completely and nudging your cervix on a few passes. Then his pace increased, his filled heavy sack slapping against your clit. 

Rough fingers dug into your hip, undoubtedly leaving bruises that would bloom later. His other hand roamed below your body, squeezing your breasts, teasing your belly. Ari’s mouth was in constant movement along your neck and shoulders: kissing and licking, teeth grazing your skin in a prelude to the bite. 

You pushed up against him eagerly; the embarrassment at the sound of the skin slapping and wetness squelching on each thrust burned away. You didn’t care! Didn’t care who watched, or how loud you were, how you dripped. There was only need for more of Ari; need for him to help you chase that release you’ve been yearning for since your lips touched his. 

Fingers gouging the soil, you keened when on the next thrust Ari’s cock grazed a spot that instantly had you clenching around him. 

He groaned; the sound deep and low, sinking into your skin where Ari’s mouth hovered on your shoulder. 

Your pussy pulsed, tightening around his dick, and he only made things worse still fucking into you relentlessly; prolonging the madness of your fizzing pleasure and tipping you into another climax. 

Your scream rose as the blinding aftershocks of your orgasm were joined by the pain-and-pleasure shot of Ari’s teeth piercing your skin. 

He bit into the crook of your neck, his jaw locked mercilessly as he drew blood and mauled your skin. Few seconds later Ari gurgled his growl of pleasure with a mouthful of your blood, as he bottomed out inside your quivering cunt and his knot inflated. 

Another tremor rocked you, albeit softer, but stretching into infinity. A simmering orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on as spurts of thick cum filled you. As if each splash of Ari’s spend instigated a tiny climax. 

Harmonized howls resounded in the night, for the first time reminding you of the audience you had. The five chosen shifters who had to change their form into wolves at some point, though you didn’t even register when. 

You stayed locked with Ari for long minutes, your labored breaths synchronizing. Ari’s teeth retracted, his tongue soothing the wound. 

You’d be wearing that scar for months. Many more would be added, you suspected. Due to his possessiveness, or his primal nature so close to the surface, but you were certain Ari would be biting you every time he fucked you. He was going to leave marks of possession so visible other shifters would instantly drop their gaze upon catching a sight of them. 

Only you would be wearing the bite. While mates tended to exchange bites, so each was marked as claimed, an Alpha couldn’t be bitten. Not even by his mate. 

For an Alpha a bite meant a loss of status, a chink in his power; it would be a sign of weakness and submission. Traits an Alpha couldn’t display.

But there were other ways a mate could mark an Alpha. Which is why you felt that need to scratch him from the beginning. To rake your nails down his back and over his chest, leaving deep red lines of your own possession. 

Still a little breathless, you reached one of your dirty hands behind you. Prickling Ari’s neck with your nails, you turned your head enough to kiss him. 

Slowly, Ari pulled back and moved your body along with him. You rose onto your hands and knees. Knot almost deflated, he withdrew from you inch by inch. Copious amount of fluid spilled out of you; a glistening mixture of your slick and Ari’s cum. 

It splashed onto the soil in thick drops; right over the seeds you planted earlier. 

With his arm across your front, Ari helped you up into a sitting position, serving for you as his recliner. Your head rested against his shoulder as he kept you spread; kept you exposed so the Moon and the others could see you dripping down. 

Alara knelt at your side, bowing her forehead almost to the ground then lifting it. She placed her right hand on top of Ari’s where it rested low on your belly.   

“As your essence has fertilized the seeds in the soil, may the Moon’s glow bless your fruitful coupling.”

Her hand didn’t linger, but Ari’s stayed splayed on your abdomen as Alara scooted back. You didn’t roll your eyes at the obvious eagerness to get you pregnant (both from Ari and the pack’s godi) only because you were still quite overwhelmed with the intensity of the whole ceremony. 

Also because there was still need thrumming in your pulse.

Alara signaled the other shifters and they approached in a practiced formation, back in their human forms. They each picked the dishes that were used in the ceremony, then followed Alara out of the clearing. 

You and Ari were left alone. 

His hand stayed on your belly, the other sliding up between your breasts, fingers curling around the front of your neck. Ari trailed small, soft kisses along your shoulder, then scraped your jaw with his teeth.

“This is what I imagined from the moment my eyes set on you for the first time,” he confessed, the undertone of pure satisfaction clear in his voice. 

“You wore a crown of flowers for the festivities and I knew I’d be taking off your bridal wreath and locking you on my knot.”

A tremor blew goosebumps on your skin. That very first evening you sensed trouble from catching the attention of an Alpha, but then you didn’t yet know how severe his determination was. He’d chase you to the end of the world to claim you. 

You twisted in his arms, facing him and climbing into his lap. You cupped Ari’s face, smudging dirt over his cheeks. You could’ve held onto your resentment and rebellion, making the whole experience and nearest future a very miserable for you both. Somehow, you couldn’t make yourself do that. Not even that morning, when fleeting thoughts of giving a last run crossed your mind. 

You were Ari’s now. As he was yours. 

He’s shown you over the weeks that he’s ready to build this relationship with you. If the way he led the pack was any indication of how he’d be as a mate, you had a chance of creating something indestructible. 

“And now you have me.” You rolled your hips, enjoying the twitch of his cock against your thigh. “Are you going to gloat?”

“A little bit,” Ari shrugged, flashing you a sexy grin. 

“Mostly-” he palmed your ass and pulled your hips upward- “I’m going to worship you.”

He dropped you down onto his cock, hissing in pleasure as your heat enveloped him again. Your small moan at the stretch made his eyes ignite. 

“Come, little Omega,” Ari laid down on his back and you braced your hands against his chest as you sank fully onto his cock. “Take me. Take your mate.” 

Ari groaned as your nails drew more lines across his body, leaving pink trails that would gain in color in a few hours. 

With his hands squeezing your ass, he urged you down as he thrust up into you. Your nails needled deeper, giving him a meek reflection of the sting you felt each time he bottomed out. When he knotted you again, you’d undoubtedly draw blood. 

Then he’d sink his teeth into you again, stating his undisputed dominance even as he allowed you to claw him.

Your wolf growled her pleasure at the prospect. 

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[holylulusworld]

Ari (2)

Summary: It’s your alpha's turn to get some … cuddles…

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, language, a/b/o dynamics, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, scenting, knotting, breeding, fluff, mafia au (implied)

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

< < Part 1 - Leo

Leo & Alpha masterlist

“No, no…‘mega, keep those legs open for me,” he grips your thighs roughly, holding you open for him. “I’m gonna fucking ruin this cunt.”

“Ar-i,” you move your hands to the edge of the desk behind you to grip it tightly. “Please…I need to cum.”

Ari's eyes hold your gaze. He enjoys the tiny squeaks that leave your lips and how your tits jiggle with every deep thrust he gives you. “You want to cum.”

“Yes,” hissing the word you look at Ari. His eyes are filled with desire. “Please…baby…my big bear.”

“I fucking love you.”

He wraps his arm around your body to press your body against his chest. Ari speeds up and starts to hammer into you.

With long but quick strokes he dives into your dripping cunt, all the while moaning your name. His voice purring your name is enough to push you over the edge.

“Baby…alpha,” you wrap your legs around his hips. “I need you to cum inside of me. Let me feel it.”

“Fuck…I can’t hold back much longer,” he almost whimpers when his cock twitches deep within you. “Baby…Y/N…omega.”

You sigh when his knot threatens to pop open. “I wanna feel your knot.”

Your hands paw at his back, nails biting into his flesh. “Baby…we didn’t use anything. I can’t…need to pull out or…”

“Stay inside,” you rock your hips, moaning as another, smaller high, ripples through your body. You whimper when Ari grips your ass to hoist you up. He twirls around with you in his arms to press you into the couch at his office. “I want your knot.”

“Shit—yes.”

Ari digs his knees into the couch and starts moving his hips again. “Please…”

“I’ll give it to you,” he hides his face in your neck, growling. “I-fuck…that’s it…”

Your eyes round feeling him shove his cock even deeper inside of you. His knot slowly expands, and you whimper as Ari peppers his claiming mark on your neck with kisses. He purrs and snarls, all the while rolling his hips.

Another orgasm spreads warmth through your body. You’re trembling and moaning when he comes with a shout of your name.

His warmth fills you only seconds later. It’s too late to back down now. You’re fertile and he’s more than ready to give you pups. “Baby…I thought we wanted to wait a little longer.”

You rake your nails up and down his back to calm your alpha. He’s locked inside your body and you know how Ari gets when his alpha takes over.

“I got you full. Do you think we made it on the first try?”

He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and sighs deeply. “I don’t know but…we can try again…and again…and again.”

“Come here, Leo,” you pat the empty spot next to you on the bed. “Daddy said you can join us tonight again.”

Leo immediately jumps onto the bed. He slowly moves to you to lie his head into your lap whining as you start to pat his head.

“Do you still love him more than me?” Ari wraps one arm around your shoulders to make sure the dog knows he’s your favorite man.

“You are the most important man in my life, alpha,” you softly kiss his cheek. “But I love Leo too. You must share my attention with him.”

Ari watches your dog lift his head. Leo huffs as your alpha gives him a stern look. Your dog moves even closer to you and snuggles into your lap. He purrs low in his throat as you start to run your hand up and down his back.

“I swear, he grinned at me, Y/N,” Ari furrows his brows when you giggle lightly. “He tries to make me jealous or something…or mark his territory. Buddy, this is my omega and my territory. You’re only a guest on our bed.”

“Baby, don’t be mad at him,” you purr for your alpha. “You wanted him to protect me, and he just does that. He’s like you, my big bear. He loves me and tries to keep me safe.”

“Leo,” Ari says with a low voice. Leo lifts his head and looks at your alpha again. “She’s my omega. You can get some cuddles but that’s it.”

Leo ignores your alpha’s words. He lies his head in your lap and puffs out a huff.

“Good boy. You love your daddy too, right?”

Your dog gets back up to climb over your body. He sits in front of your alpha, looking Ari up and down. Leo watches your alpha for a moment before he decides to crawl up Ari’s body to lie on his legs and put his head in Ari’s lap.

“Aw, he loves you, Ari,” you sniffle.

“He’s heavy,” your alpha complains. “What do you feed your dog?”

“I like my man big and beefy,” you grin. “Let’s watch the movie now. I want to spend the night with my two favorite men.”

>> Part 3

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Title: New Hire [4]

previous chapter

Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Dubcon, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: so, as promised, the follow up chapter. it’s not often that this happens, but since it was already sitting there, finished, i decided why not 😂. floral divider by @firefly-graphics​

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘

You tremble with relief as Ari nuzzles the mark on your neck, running his lips over the taut, scarred skin there. He does it a few times, like he’s trying to reassure himself of your safety. When he finally releases you, you realize it’s not just the other mall-goers watching you. The police have finally arrived, and you watch Ari’s jaw tic as he watches them bundle the man out in handcuffs. 

 The man stiffens at the sight of your Alpha, and you can scent the tang of his fear as he takes him in. Ari’s entire body is tight, tensed like he’s waiting to spring—

 “Sir is this your son?” One of the officers, an older man with a graying beard steps in front of the two of you, blocking your line of sight. “We have some questions—”

 You’re still numb, barely present as the officer reads you the laundry list of  your rights, how to press further charges, what next steps the city will take in his arrest. You can barely concentrate on it, though. You’re still trembling, holding Liam tightly as the officer dismisses you, his words tumbling about in the space between your ears. 

 Attempted kidnapping of a minor is going to be our best bet at holding him. No, no record of him in the system. You’re still jumpy and nervous as Ari walks you stiffly back to the Jeep, his own Bentley parked directly next to it. He says nothing as he pries Liam loose from your hold, and buckles him into the back seat. It’s habit to try and shrink yourself, make yourself small in the face of a displeased male, and you fall back on it without meaning to, looking down at your trembling hands as Ari rounds on you. 

 “What were you thinking, Kitten?” He snaps, and you cower both in the face of his anger and the feel of it in your bond, grating against your senses. “Just yesterday we had that bastard show up at the house, and you thought it would be a good time to take Liam out? Alone?”

 “I, I didn’t think—” 

 “No! No you didn’t think.” His hand is curled into a fist on the hood of the car, and you flinch when he slams it down. Ari blows out a frustrated breath. 

 “Ari…” You pick nervously at the hem of your shirt. “I… I’m sorry. I tried to protect him—” You’re barely managing to hold back tears. “I—”

 “I know you did, Kitten.” Ari deflates a little, some of the tension leaving his body as his shoulders drop, just a little.  “I have… there are people who don’t like me, Kitten. Who don’t like the name Levinson.” He looks back towards the mall. “People who would do anything to hurt me, any way they could.” 

 “More business partners?” You can’t help the way the question pops innocently out of you, and you watch the corners of Ari’s mouth turn up. It isn’t a smile—there’s no happiness bleeding through the bond—it’s aloof, cold. 

 “Something like that.” He drops his hands to your shoulders, gripping them tightly. “You can’t do this again, Kitten.”

 “Are we safe?” Your head is spinning—Ari’s answers only raise more questions. You had no idea who could hate Ari so much that they would try to take his son. “Will they… will they try again?” This fear is familiar, and it dredges up old memories; of times before everything went sour like food left out to spoil. Memories of seeing men with guns, hearing loud, angry voices, your mother telling you not to look, not to listen. 

 It’s better if you don’t know, sweetheart, better if you don’t know anything at all.

 It’s almost infuriating, the way everyone in your life seems to make these choices for you. Deciding what you can and can’t handle while holding the information above your head and expecting you to just be a good girl and do as you’re told. 

 “They won’t try that again.” Ari’s voice holds an air of cold finality that makes you shiver again. “That, I can promise. But I need you to promise me you won’t do this. You don’t go anywhere without me, without someone to protect you. You’re not just anybody off the goddamn street.”

 “I’m… I’m not?”

 “No, Kitten.” Ari tucks a finger under your chin. “Because you’re mine.”

 —

 It’s only late afternoon, but you’re exhausted when you make it back to the house, half carrying Liam upstairs to the bedroom. He refuses to sleep in his own bed, which you can’t fault him for. You get his favorite movie, and start it in the big bedroom, all while Ari talks loudly on the phone in the hallway. 

 “I don’t care. Get him here. Tonight. You think I give a fuck what Cardinas has to say? I pay him good fucking money—”

 You want to know who Ari’s talking to—what he’s talking about. He sounds angry—no, more than angry, he sounds furious. You’ve never seen him like this before. 

 “Do you know how fucking close he came?”  You can’t deny that part of you is almost pleased at Ari’s fierce possessiveness. You’ve never felt wanted before, needed. Like his world revolves around you, of all things. “Good. One fucking hour, you hear me?” 

 An hour for what? Liam snuggles in next to you as the movie starts, his thumb planted firmly in his mouth. Ari comes in from the hallway, carding a hand through his thick hair. He heaves a heavy sigh as he tosses himself down onto the bed. Liam is already deeply engrossed in the movie, so much so that he doesn’t really notice when Ari leans over him to kiss your cheek. 

 You’re exhausted too, your eyes drooping as you sag against Ari’s shoulder. The adrenaline rush has left you wrung out like a limp cloth, barely able to stay awake as Liam giggles at the antics of the characters onscreen. It doesn’t help that you’d gotten practically no sleep the night before, either, and you drift off as Ari rubs soothing circles into your back. 

 You wake suddenly as Ari is moving Liam, his soft snores stopping for a moment as his father picks him up. The sky outside the windows is dark, and you mumble sleepily, trying to sit up.

 “No, Kitten. You sleep.” He taps the tip of your nose with one calloused finger. “Sleep.” 

 When you claw your way out of the darkness again, the bed is empty and long cold. The television in front of the bed is bright blue, the DVD player having shut itself off hours before. Groggily, you roll over and grab your phone, squinting at the brightness of your screen as the digits swim into focus.

 10:30

 You’d slept for hours, and probably even missed dinner—though knowing Ari, “dinner” was more than likely pizza. You stretch before swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. 

 “Ari?”

 There’s no answer from the darkened doorway of the bathroom, or the closet. You tug open the door to find the hallway dark and empty too, save for the sliver of light leaking through Liam’s cracked bedroom door. You peek in on him, satisfied to see him asleep, his stuffed duck held tightly to his chest. Careful, so as not to make a sound, you close the door, and make for the kitchen. There are no lights on downstairs, either, and the living room feels cavernous as you pad across it and over to the fridge. 

“I thought I told you to sleep,” comes the amused voice of your Alpha. The thought gives you pause—when had you started thinking of Ari as your Alpha? Alpha protects us, marked us, keeps us safe. The thought travels up from the primitive mess of your hindbrain, echoing just underneath the noise of your conscious thoughts. 

 “I did sleep,” you point out in a small voice, and a spark of warmth explodes inside your chest at his laughter. It feels nice to be wanted. “I missed dinner.”

 “We had pizza,” Ari replies, and you giggle. 

 “Of course you did.” The entire box sits on the widest shelf in the fridge, and you slide it out, and pull out a lukewarm slice. Ari regards you silently for a moment, and just when you’re beginning to feel self conscious about being the only person eating, Ari speaks. 

 “Kitten, I wanted to apologize. For earlier. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I was angry, and scared…You just… you have no idea what the stakes are.”

 “Then tell me! If…” You pause, swallowing. “If I’m good enough to-to fuck—” The curse feels clumsy in your mouth—“t-then I’m good enough for you to treat me like the adult that I am, Ari.” Your words sound braver than you feel, and Ari’s resounding laughter makes you shift nervously. You’re all too aware of his closeness as Ari leans back against the counter. Even relaxed like this, he exudes raw, potent power; and the feral part of you both wants to flee and prostrate yourself before him at the same time. 

 “Trust me, Kitten,” he says with a chuckle, his eyes dragging heavily down your form. “I don’t need reminding.” You swallow thickly, licking your lips. Ari’s eyes follow the movement. “Come, Omega. Let’s talk.” You take two stiff steps towards him before Ari’s arms envelop you, the warm spiciness of his scent making your head go just a little fuzzy. Ari runs his hand over the curve of your ass, squeezing lewdly before lifting you onto the counter. 

 You squeak, your hands fisting in his shirt as your bare thighs meet the cool granite countertop. Ari’s slate blue eyes are twinkling with amusement, his lips parted in a cheeky grin. His fingers trail across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he plays with the loose threads hanging from the unfinished hem of your shorts. 

 “Well?”

 You want to keep talking about earlier, about the men with guns, the man who’d tried to take Liam, but the thoughts seem to wither away as you try to form them into words. 

 “I-I, um—” It’s hard to think with Ari’s hands on you, his voice purring in your ear. “I need to know m-more about you, your l-life—Ari, oh—” He cups your breasts through your shirt, testing their weight. You’re suddenly acutely aware of the way your thighs are spread open around his hips, his breath ghosting across your face.

 “You smell so good, Kitten,” he growls, his beard rasping against your cheek as he drags his lips to yours. “Good enough to eat.” When Ari’s soft, full lips press insistently against your own, you’re already lost, sighing sweetly into his mouth. He groans, tangling his hand in your hair as he tips your head back, plundering your mouth with abandon. 

 “I thought you wanted to have a chat, Kitten,” you feel his mouth curve against your throat, and you’re only a little incensed at his mockery. It isn’t fair, how your body responds to Ari like it’s his, like he owns it—though according to the bite mark on your throat, you suppose he does.  You don’t know how his hands seem to be everywhere at once, tugging on your hair, sliding between you to stroke at your cunt through the seam of your shorts.

 You let out a shameful moan as his teeth scrape against your mark, Ari’s cock presses hard against you through your pants, and he hums with pleasure. 

 “Know you’re wet, I can smell it,” he growls against your skin and your hips roll into his. Fleetingly, you recall your father’s warnings, his fire and brimstone shame-filled rants about whores and judgement, but you feel so good. Your name is falling from Ari’s mouth reverently as he squeezes your hips, and you don’t know how this could be wrong, because it feels holy and right and—

 “Ari!” He chuckles at your breathy sigh. 

 “That’s it, Kitten. Tell me what you want.” You try to bury your face against his throat, but Ari won’t let you, cupping your chin as he strokes your kiss swollen lips with the pad of his thumb. “Tell me.” This time it’s an order, an Alpha command that makes your throat tight. 

 “I-I want you to touch me.” It’s vague but true. Ari hums. 

 “You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Your breath catches a little as his fingers play at the button on your shorts. He pops them open while you squirm. “You’re an adult after all.” You wonder if he can sense the embarrassment setting your cheeks aflame, and you huff. 

  You’re certainly not a child anymore, you’re well into your twenties. In fact, you’ll be kissing them goodbye soon enough—but the nervous, excited feeling tickling your stomach won’t go away, even as you fix your lips to say—

 “I want you to f-fuck me.” It feels clumsy in your mouth. You wish you could look anywhere but at Ari, his eyes hungry and dark. “Ari—” His mouth against yours silences you, and you whimper against his lips. One of his large hands finds yours, uncurling your fingers from his shirt. 

He slides it down between your bodies, and you shudder as you unwittingly skim your fingers over his taut, muscular stomach. Ari wraps your fingers around his cock, pumping it a few times with you before letting go. He’s so thick it’s hard to reach your fingers all the way around, and your cunt clenches embarrassingly at the memory of how he feels inside you. Warm, slick precum beads at his tip, and you swipe your thumb across it, spreading it across his silky, throbbing head. 

 Ari grits his teeth, growling as he ruts into your hand. He forces his thumb between your lips, pressing it down against your tongue. You’re dizzy, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit through your open shorts, saliva leaking out of the corners of your mouth as you stare up at him.

 “Love making a mess out of you, Kitten.” He tugs aside your panties with nimble fingers, a reverent noise leaving his throat as he strokes your slick folds. You whimper loudly as Ari circles your entrance with a careful finger. He clucks his tongue at you as he dips into the tightness of your cunt. “Shh, sweetheart. You want to wake up the whole neighborhood?” 

 You bite your lip, breath hissing between your teeth as you sag against him. 

 “Sometimes I forget how tight you are, Kitten,” he rasps, and you unsuccessfully try to hold back another ragged moan as he adds a second finger to the first. Your fingers twitch around his leaking cock and he bucks against you with a quiet groan. “Open for me, baby. Spread it nice and wide—that’s it.” Self consciously you grip your own thighs, holding them open while Ari takes a step back to admire you. 

 He reaches into his pocket, and you feel your heart speed up at the sound of his knife clicking open.

 “Stay just like that, Kitten,” he instructs you lowly. “Don’t move.” Your heart abruptly slows from a gallop to stand stock still in your chest as he runs the flat of the blade along your thigh. “Like these shorts,” he says, and you hear the sound of popping threads as he traces the seams with it. “I’d like ‘em better off, though.” You release a shuddering breath as cool air ghosts across the folds of your cunt. 

 Ari peels you out of your clothing, dropping the knife on the counter where it glints in the low light filtering in through the windows. The cooling evidence of his lust is still sticky on your fingers as he drags your hips forward on the counter until you’re almost hanging off of the edge. He hikes your legs up around his waist, before yanking down the elastic of his boxers. Ari hisses as the head of his cock bumps against you. 

 You feel drunk but you aren’t, and you know you can’t be in heat again, not this soon. The only explanation is Ari, that he’s making you feel this raw, this alive—

 “A-Ari!” 

 He drags his cock through your folds, growling through clenched teeth. “Yes, Kitten? Tell me.” He pokes at your entrance with his thick, throbbing tip, and you mewl in response. 

 “Feels g-good,” you mumble, unable to break the intensity of his gaze. “I w-want more—” The words dissolve into a strangled moan as Ari presses inside, the stretch a delicious and intoxicating burn that you know you’re going to crave when this is all said and done. 

 “You’re in luck Kitten.” His eyes drop to half mast as he sinks another inch into your tight, willing cunt. “Because I have more to give you.” His thick length pushes the air up out of your lungs in a harsh, needy whine, and Ari’s head falls back as he ruts into you with short, shallow, thrusts. “God, s’like you’re milking my fucking cock—”

 When Ari sinks in to the hilt, you cry out, and he claps a hand over your mouth, chuckling as he presses hard against your cervix. Air wheezes out through your lips and between his fingers as he presses his forehead to yours.

 “Quiet, Omega,” he rocks his hips into you and your mouth falls open behind his palm. Your muffled moans seem to be all the encouragement he needs, setting a deep, steady rhythm. You’re full, so full you could burst, and your every thought centers on the pleasure overflowing from your core. You’re drowning in it, dragged under by the tide, and you can’t even fight it—you don’t want to. 

 His hand drops to your throat, where he squeezes, putting just enough pressure to restrict your air but not enough to hurt. Your lips part, and only a wet rattle escapes. There are words, somewhere, for the unyielding pleasure Ari wrings from your limp body with every jarring thrust, but you can’t seem to find them. The only words your swollen lips seem to be able to pronounce are his name and your pathetic pleas for more, more, Alpha, please—

 You don’t register the sound of popping buttons, the plastic projectiles pinging off of the surrounding walls as Ari tears at your shirt with one hand like an animal, squeezing your breasts with a pleased grunt. You aren’t sure when you were lost, when you’d become a complete and utter slave to the depraved wishes of the knot-drunk Omega piloting your brain.

  You’re so close, your pussy squeezing down on Ari with wet velvet walls. His cock is already beginning to thicken, widening at the base as his knot begins to form. He already barely fits inside you, and you loose a pleased, needy whine at the fresh stretch of it. It’s like there’s fire under your skin, and Ari is happy to keep stoking it, ready to watch you burn bright—

 “M’gonna put a baby in you, Kitten,” He growls the words out against your lips, sucking and biting at the tender flesh until you cry out. “Make it so everybody knows just who you belong to.” Ari bottoms out inside you, his thrusts shortened by the thick weight of his knot. Ari runs his nose down your throat, pressing it into the gland just below his mark as he drives into you. 

 It doesn’t hurt when he bites down, clamping sharp teeth around the already puffy, scarred flesh. Your eyes roll to half mast as your cunt tightens down around him so fast that a choked groan tears loose from his throat. The slick, slick, slick of his cock sliding through your dripping pussy is punctuated by Ari’s muffled cursing, his fingers digging into your hips as he drags you over the edge. 

 You slump against him, crying out as you drown under wave after wave of bliss, Ari’s cock pummeling against your twitching cervix. Your thighs tremble around his hips, and Ari growls against your throat, his teeth still locked tightly in your flesh as you keen and writhe. 

 “That’s it, Kitten,” he praises you as you come apart into a thousand pieces in his arms. “Give it all to me.” You have no choice—Ari drinks in your pleasure like a sponge, his thick cock dragging along your spasming walls as he chases his own end. You’re sobbing, undone as he wrings another orgasm from your trembling body. Your pussy sucks lewdly at him as he ruts into you, and when Ari’s hips finally still, he shudders as he empties himself into your cunt, thick jets of his spend beating against your abused walls. 

 He captures your lips with his own, and you taste the copper of your own blood on his tongue. 

 “Think you can sleep now, Kitten?” He rasps, and you hide against his chest. Though you’re still locked together, Ari loops his hands under your ass, carrying you over to the couch, where he sits with a heavy sigh. You’re already fighting sleep—and losing, dark tendrils creeping across your vision as you listen to the steady beat of Ari’s heart against your cheek. 

 —

 “—should take her upstairs.”

 “She’ll wake up if you move her. Don’t touch her.” 

 “—outside.—“

 You wake up with a frown creasing your features—why are you downstairs? You sit up from the cushions blearily, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. As if in answer, your cunt throbs, and your face heats. 

 Oh yeah.

 You’d been expecting to wake up in bed with Ari—not alone on the couch. The television is off, and so are all the other lights, and for a moment you just sit there, trying to parse out what had woken  in the first place. Voices, muffled conversation carried on just out of ear-shot. You stand with a groan, your thighs protesting the movement as the blanket that had been draped across you falls to the floor. A peek up the stairs confirms Liam is still in bed, his door firmly shut, and the warm yellow glow of his nightlight leaking out from the cracks. 

 Your face heats as you drape the blanket around your shoulders, disguising Ari’s handiwork. You don’t have to look in the mirror to know your throat is probably bruised like a mishandled peach, and the area between your thighs aches with a sort of pleasurable soreness you aren’t used to. You sniff at yourself as you head for the staircase, your nose wrinkling at the musky scent of sex that seems to drip from your pores. 

 Wait.

 You pause with your hand on the bannister, your foot frozen in midair. There’s something underneath the heavy scent of Ari’s pheromones, the woodsy scent of his cologne—

 Gunsmoke. 

 You whip your head around, suddenly alarmed and unnerved by the quiet house. Nothing is out of place, not a single thing—so why does something feel so…wrong? You turn away from the stairs, padding back across the living room. 

 “Ari?” There’s no answer to your tentative call. “Are you still here?” 

 The kitchen is empty, and your face heats as you pass the island, the scent of your pleasure muted, but still present on the stone countertop. The pool light is on. It’s so dim it almost doesn’t register, the soft blue light flooding over the tiles to wash your feet in cool aqua. You reach for the metal handle, and the door slides open silently. It’s still dark out, though the very edges of the horizon are tinged pink, hinting at the rising of the sun.

 The terra-cotta tiling is cool and slick under your feet, the pool placid and quiet beyond it. The scent of burning metal is stronger out here, mixed with the scent of cut grass and morning dew, but it’s there, and it’s unmistakable. There’s something else too, something that helps new fear curdle the remnants of the afterglow still lingering in your system. The scent of heavy, coppery blood. You round the pool into the patio-area and freeze, your body stalling like a stubborn mule. 

 The man who’d tried to take Liam is on his knees, his face swollen and bruised. In fact, you’re not even sure how you recognize him. He’s taken a beating, that much is clear—blood bubbles from his crooked nose and split lip, dripping down to soak into the already stained t-shirt he’s wearing. You can hear the wet rattle of his breath from where you’re standing. His hands are zip-tied behind his back, hanging at such an awkward angle you know they must be broken too. 

 You try to turn, to look away from the scene searing itself into your retinas, but you can’t, can’t close your eyes, can’t move. The two police officers standing by don’t look particularly concerned as the man coughs up more blood and sags, falling over onto his side. 

 “I’m going to ask you one more time, Jim, and I really hope you’re honest with me.” The familiarity of Ari’s voice cut with the cold, aloofness in his tone sends a massive shiver down your spine, and you clutch your arms to your chest. Ari approaches slowly, his shoes clicking against the tile. A cigarette hangs from the corner of his mouth, and he grasps it with two fingers, tapping off the growing ash before replacing it. 

 “Why my son?” He asks. The cool calm dripping from his words isn’t reflected in his actions as he presses his thumb into a sluggishly bleeding wound on the man’s shoulder. He cries out in pain, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet of your suburban neighborhood. “Why Liam?” The man begins to sob, though Ari pays it no mind, taking another deep drag off his cigarette. 

 “Come on, Clarence. You think I like having the boys work you over? It’s messy.” Ari wipes his bloody knuckles off on his own slacks.

 “H-he said w-we need to d-destroy your l-legacy.” His voice is so low, you almost don’t hear it. “P-please…” He’s speaking around broken teeth, blood and spit leaking out from the corners of his mouth as he stares pleadingly up at Ari. “I w-wasn’t going to hurt him, I swear to fucking God, I wasn’t—”

 “Cardinas, call in a 444.” Ari cuts him off, snapping his fingers. 

 “Boss.” You aren’t close enough to read the bronze tag on his uniform, but you’re willing to bet it says Cardinas on it. “That’s an officer involved shooting.” 

 “I know.” Ari replies, disgust lining his handsome features as he takes the cigarette and stubs it out on the other man’s arm. “Because bright eyes here got loose during transport. Grabbed a gun,” he says, holding out his hand. Cardinas undoes the clip on his holster, before handing Ari the gun. “You had no choice.” He raises it, pulling back the hammer. 

 “You know if you do this, it’s war.” The slow drawl seems to cut through the moment, and you squint, trying to see through the early morning haze. “Actual, factual war.” 

 “Shut up, Drysdale.” Ari growls through clenched teeth, cutting his eyes over his shoulder. The other man smirks, shrugging. He dusts imaginary dirt from his cable-knit sweater, before tucking his hands into his pockets. 

 “I’m just pointing out the risks, such as they are.” 

 “I know the fucking risks.” Ari raises the gun. “I think it’s time Quill did a little risk assessment of his own.” 

 The gunshot is quiet, quieter than you anticipated. It’s quieter than the horrible, wet noise of thick blood painting the tile, quieter still than the low noise of disgust Ari makes in his throat. 

 Quieter than the shocked gasp that tears loose from your lips, even as you raise your hands to your own mouth to try and quiet it. 

 “Oh look, an audience,” the man in the sweater winks at you from across the lawn. “Cute little thing—wait. That’s not Randy’s brat, is it?” You fall to your knees in the wet grass, your trembling hands clapped tight over your open mouth as Ari turns toward you with a sigh, carding his hand through his hair. 

 “Oh Kitten.” He crosses the lawn in a few easy strides, before dropping down to a squat in front of you. You flinch as he reaches for you with sticky, copper fingers and cups your cheek. 

 “I really wish you hadn’t seen that.” 

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The Breeding Ground

pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

summary: To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups (DILF!Ari) (Slightly manipulative)

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“Daddy’s home! Where are ya my little pups” Ari roared toeing off his shoes, already smelling his mate’s gorgeous new scent after he managed to knock her up, for the fifth time. Watching as she toddled in with her infamous waddle, his omega walking in with a 6 month baby bump and their newest baby boy on her hip. Her face ecstatic at the sight of her alpha home after a long day hunting, their tiny tot already reaching out for his daddy. Now where were the other 3?

“You smell n’ look so sweet Tulip” He grumbled taking their baby boy, his other arm wrapping around her waist to let him nuzzle and lick up her neck, her body wearing a lilac maternity gown. Her hands already gripping for his touch and scent, her body already trying to rub off on him to get some of his scent on her, causing him to chuckle at the mere sight of her desperation.

Even though Ari had marked her after the choosing ceremony, it didn’t stop the odd beta from flirting with her, causing Ari to growl and rub their naked bodies together any chance her got. To a point where she practically went through withdrawals when she couldn’t smell him. Part of their bedtime routine after putting the tiny scragglers to bed, had now included them humping each other without abandon, with Y/n whining out for his scent and kisses, wanting each and every part of him against her.

“You’re home early” She beamed leaning up to press a kiss to Ari’s chin, her hands already feeling up under his shirt, feeling the new dad bod on him that made him even more irresistible. The tiny pudge now making him that bit more softer which she loved, when she rode his cock every morning she could hug more of him, kissing up his stomach whenever she was bored.

“hmm things finished up early with the pack, n’ I wanna see my tulip ass up face down” He whispered running his hand up her nape, kissing just below her ear before standing up right, bouncing the pup in his arms; smacking kisses on his cheek. Before she could even register what he had said, the other three pups tumbled down the stairs, the oldest being five, with Y/n being bred at least once a year. Per her alpha’s request.

“Daddy! We- We helped momma make pie today, n-n look we made you painting” Luke squealed hugging onto Ari’s legs, holding up the painting he and his two younger brothers had worked so hard on all afternoon. Hunkering down Ari sat down Mark who was in his arms onto the floor, his four boys now all huddled around him. All four of them equally protective over their momma, the queen of the household.

“Woah buddy, did you make this for me?” Ari smiled looking at the handiwork of his children, the coloured stick figures all holding hands, even chuckling at the way they had drawn his wife’s bump, a tiny stick figure inside. “That’s sissy, she’s not here yet” Harry pointed to the pink bow drawn into the figure in the bump, his hand reaching up to hold Y/n’s; all four of them equally momma’s boys and daddy’s boys. Even PJ who was the second youngest so far, the shyest of them all, who was always found with his nose in a book, away from any sort of interaction.

“So thoughtful did you show mommy this? Alright, this is going on the fridge, going to show this to your sister when she’s out, how about that?” He sighed standing up, watching them bounce about happily, seeing some of their eyes start to lid from exhaustion.

“Ari, I can tuck them into bed now, give you some time to get ready for bed?” Y/n offered picking up Mark and coddling him against her chest, his hands playfully clawing at her pendant which held an imprint of Ari’s thumb, although only them two knew it was a tracker. It was dangerous being the wife of a well known alpha.

“I can do it, I’ve got a new story to read to ‘em” Ari took Mark from her, picking up PJ into his other arm, instructing Luke to hold onto Harry’s hand up the stairs, “Remember, ass up baby, I don’t like being disappointed” Ari whispered as he leant in away from his boys, kissing his wife’s cheek one last time, sending her a wink and a smirk as he walked up the stairs. Boy was she in for a night.

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“Tulip, I missed you today, needed you so bad” Ari hummed nuzzling his nose up and down his mate’s neck, her scent filling his nose as his cock drove in and out of her sopping wet pussy, his tongue running over his mark on her neck; showing everyone that she was his. His eyes trained on her body as it jiggled and moved, his mouth clamping onto her breast as she whined and combed her fingers through his grown hair.

“M-Missed you too- oh fuck- kept dreamin o-of you” She whimpered feeling him suckle harder on her nipple, his hips smacking against her thighs repeatedly, his hands petting up the skin on her stomach and hips; thinking about how they were made just for carrying pups, his pups. Remembering at how during each pregnancy, she seemed to just grow sexier, having a motherly glow to her that was just so alluring. His tongue tasting the sweet milk that her body made, just for his pups, his groans sounding bc animalistic as her milk continued to spurt all over them both and into his waiting mouth.

“Yeah? Tell me what you dreamed of baby, fuck look at these tits just bouncing up in my face” He groaned watching her globes move in circular directions, slapping together creating lewd sounds, his right hand gripping her drool covered jaw as he licked up and down her face; taking the time to pull her mouth open and spit into it filthily. Her pouty lips shutting as she swallowed his saliva, spreading her tongue out for more, whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut from the sheer amount of pleasure.

“No. Tell me your dream, your alpha wants to hear it” He crooned slapping her cheek lightly to open her eyes, her face pouting like a puppy, “I-I you gave me puppies, lots n’ l-lots, shit” She squealed feeling his thumb reach down and play with her clit. Even feeling his hand slap her clit as if it was her ass, her pussy twitching at the spanking sensation before she saw stars. The gushing sound of her juices filling their bedroom as Ari chuckled darkly, watching his precious mate squirt all over his fat cock.

“Had you all round n’ big with my cum? You wanna give your alpha pups? What a good little omega you are, always wantin’ to make alpha happy” He cooed running his thumb up and down her second set of swollen lips, her hips jerking up at each sensation, her body burning with need feeling his cock harden back up while inside her. Reminding her of all the times she had cockwarmed him to sleep, only to be woken up by him mercilessly thrusting up into her pussy for his “breakfast”

“Mhm, want- want pups” His chin resting on her shoulder right by her ear. “Going to give you a whole litter Tulip, all swollen just for me, love to come home to you and our babies.” He groaned driving deeper and deeper each time, at some points he had even questioned whether he had physically hit the tip of her womb, causing her to scream out against the mattress in a fit of girlish giggles. At this point Y/n had forgotten what it was like to not be pregnant, constantly begging for him to fill her up with his cum, exactly what he wanted.

When Ari first saw her at the ceremony, she was being paraded around as the only daughter of the oldest clan in the country, immediately being surrounded by wealthy alphas from all over. To her the whole thing was terrifying, seeing all these men trying to lure her, only for her breath to be taken away by a certain beefy man. The only man who had taken the time to ask her what she liked, disliked and how she was doing. At that point she was ready to drop her panties and be bred, he just had her in a spell, like she had him.

“O-oh, am cumming a-again alpha” She squealed cradling her bump as it rippled and moved with the rest of her body, Ari’s balls smacking against her as he gave it one last effort, emptying his hot load into her sopping wet cavern. If she wasn’t pregnant, she would have been now. Her pussy clenching to keep his seed inside once he pulled out, her fingers reaching out to hold onto him straight away. “God if anyone came in here, they’d think it was some sorta breeding ground” He chuckled licking up the sweet sweat on her cleavage, his teeth raking over her milky breasts, sending a wink her way.

Her tired eyes never failed to smile up at him dazzlingly, sending his protective possessive heart into an overload. His hand cradling her stomach as she turned into his side, starting the process of humping herself onto his body, all for his scent.

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PSA: Hope you all enjoy this Ari fic! I don’t quite know where I was going with it but I went along with it 😳

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alpha!ari knotting and breeding you… pumping into you with his thick dick as he bounces your tiny little omega body up and down over his length, using you like his own little cocksleeve… flipping you over on your hands and knees, yanking you by the hips to get your ass up in the air… grabbing you by the waist and thrusting back inside of you, toying with your tight little ass as he fucks you, using just the tip of his finger to make you squeal and squirm… bringing one of his big hands down under you to pinch and roll your poor little clit between his fingers… encouraging you to cum for him, “that’s a good little pup. c’mon, baby. squeeze daddy’s dick— there you go. that’s it, puppy.”… grabbing you and slamming his hips against you as he spills inside of you, panting heavily over you as you feel him pulsating inside of you.. “fuck, baby. just like that. take daddy’s load so well, who’s my good girl, huh? such a pretty little fuck-puppy. all fucking mine.”

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Run Free - Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader (Part 1: Run)

Summary: As an Omega you knew your place in the world, however when the opportunity arrives to escape you take it... only to find yourself face to face with another Alpha

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Language! Captive Situation! Suggestion of Non-Con environment! Angst!

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Chapter 1: Run

You woke up with a start, the sound of your cell door opening with a loud creak. You looked up to see one of your captors standing at the door looking down at you. The scent of the large Alpha assaulted your nose making you want to vomit.

“Eat, you’ve got a long day ahead of you” he ordered dropping the plate of food by your feet.

You glance down at the plate of food. Seeing the pathetic excuse for food, something that just looked like mush. Even though it was the only food you’d get you weren’t racing to eat it.

“Eat it you worthless omega” The Alpha commands with a growl grabbing your head and forcing it down “Or do I have to teach you where you stand?”

You didn’t dare say anything, your body reacting to the alpha command, picking up the plate and forcing the food down trying your best not to gag. The alpha watching on with a disgusting smirk on his face. You’d been held captive long enough to know your place in the world. As an omega, you were nothing more than a piece of meat for Alpha to use however and whenever they please, you had to lose certain battles to avoid others.

“It’s sale day for you Omega so you’ll be out of here soon enough” he smirks before making his exit.

You knew your future was dire, you were to be sold to the highest bidder. Your only hope was that you were brought by someone nice, that or when they did eventually kill you it would be quick. It was better than starving to death. 

Once you had eaten you were dragged out of your cell. All the other Omegas were lined up and marched through the compound out to the courtyard. As you walked the other captors would laugh, purposefully tripping you up. Grabbing you as you passed, taunting you.

Once outside they ordered you to line up against the wall and strip down naked. A couple of omegas protested but were instantly whipped using the silver-tipped whip. They screamed out in pain, instantly submitting and removing their clothing. Soon you were all standing there naked, with the exception of the collars that stopped you from shifting. You could see the captors watching, a few of them whistling making your skin crawl.

They then turned on the high-powered hose and started spraying you all with freezing cold water. As much as you tried to avoid it they would always purposely aim the water at your face. Making you feel like you were drowning before giving you a short moment of respite. Just another level of torture they subjected you to.

Once they turned the hose off they handed out clean clothes. Which only consisted of shorts and a vest. They didn’t give you a towel you just had to remain damp until you slowly dried off. It wasn’t uncommon for people to fall ill and die from pneumonia here.

Once you were all dressed they attached silver handcuffs around your wrists. The pain from the metal stopping you in your tracks, the skin around your wrist already burnt and scarred. 

Once you were all bound you were attached to a chain and dragged out. The sounds of whines filled the corridor as the silver dug into everyone’s wrists. You were led out to a truck and shoved inside. Someone coming and securing you all in place, additional silver restraints being attached around your ankles. Ensuring none of you could escape during transport to the sales centre.

You weren’t sure how long you remained in the back of the truck. All the omega quietly talked with each other about their lives before this hell. Eventually, the truck stopped but it wasn’t the end of your journey. Instead, you were herded out of the truck and into a shipping container.

Once in the shipping container, they gave out bottles of water and stale bread which felt more like a brick. Once they were gone they shut the shipping container leaving all of you in complete darkness. 

Overall you had no clue how long you had been in this container. You had no way to tell the time, not that you did before when you were in your cell. Occasionally they’d bring more food or water but that was it. You guess though that you were in the shipping container for at least 3 days though.

Eventually, the door to the container opened and a blast of warm air entered the container. A direct contrast to the cold metal you’d grown accustomed to over the past few days.

As you stepped outside you savour the fresh air before you were taken into a rackety old truck. They chained you all up to the rotten wood. A thin layer of tarpaulin covers the roof and sides. You sat at the very back giving you the best view.

As the truck drove off you were able to look out. Dreaming of one day having the freedom to go wherever you pleased. Maybe the Alpha they sold you to would be kind enough to give you those freedoms. As the truck drove through the forest you imagined what it would be like to run through the trees. Darting in and around them, the wind whistling past your ears and through your fur.

Everyone bumped around as the truck travelled down the dirt road. At one point, however, you shifted just as the truck hit a large pothole causing you to be thrown hard enough for your retrains to break free of the rotten wood. Now completely free despite your hands and feet still being bound you got thrown out of the back of the truck.

As you roll along the dirt track you wait for the truck to stop but it doesn’t. You realise this was your chance to finally be free. You couldn’t stay here though. You quickly shuffled off of the road and into a bush to hide. 

You waited there in silence waiting for your absence to be noticed and your freedom to be taken once more. But that never happened. They never returned.

You sat up and looked down at the silver shackles around your ankles. You start working on getting yourself free wincing at the metal brushed across your skin. Finally, you got yourself free and tossed the shackles as far away as possible. You examine the burns on your ankles, they were bad but like the rest but they would just scar over eventually.

You had no hope of getting your handcuffs off alone, you needed help. You passed through a town not far back, maybe you could find another omega or a beta to help you. You also knew you needed at least a beta to remove this collar that would allow you to be truly free. 

Pushing yourself up onto your feet you steadied yourself against a nearby tree. Once you were certain your weakened ankles could hold your weight you started walking back towards the town. You made sure to stay hidden in the trees just in case you were spotted by the wrong people.

You walked for hours. Your body was so tired and weak. You clung to trees as you walked past, desperate to keep yourself up and moving. You couldn’t stop, not until you found somewhere safe. 

Eventually, the edge of town came into view. Leaving the forest you stumbled through the back alley behind some building. At one point you stumbled catching yourself on the side of a dumpster. 

Your legs felt like lead, it felt impossible to keep yourself up for a second longer. You slump against the dumpster hoping a moment of rest would help.

Suddenly a backdoor to one of the buildings opened. You froze in fear as the scent of an Alpha filled your nostrils. You turned to look and saw the large man walking out of the building trash bag in hand. He shouted something back to someone who was inside as he ran his hair through his long brown hair. 

You didn’t dare move as he approached the dumpster seemingly unaware of your presence. You barely breathed as he threw the trash bag into the dumpster and turned to head back towards the building.

You risk glancing over the side of the dumpster a move you instantly regret when you accidentally make a sound. You saw the alpha freeze before slowly turning to face you, his eyes widening in surprise when he spotted you. His nostrils flared as he scents you and you knew you were in danger. There was no way this Alpha would let you get away now that he knew you were an Omega.

So you ran, or at least you tried to. Your weak legs refused to cooperate, leaving you stumbling.

“Whoa wait!” The alpha shouts moving after you.

You desperately try and get away but you trip and fall. With your hand bound by handcuffs, you weren’t able to catch yourself. Hitting your head as you fell, you tried to move but your body refused exhaustion taking over. The last thing you saw was the Alpha crouching over you.

Ari had woken up early that day, not that he’d slept well that night anyway. His mind running at a million miles per hour, running through all the things he could do and needed to do. He went on his usual morning run, hoping that would help but it didn’t. 

In the end, he just decided to go to work early. He drove from his cabin just outside of town parking up behind the bar. Letting himself into the bar he owned he made his way into the back office. 

Dropping his bag in the corner he first makes himself a pot of coffee before dropping down onto the small couch he had. He sighs running his hand through his hair. 

Once the coffee had brewed he pushed himself up from the couch. He poured himself a cup taking a large sip as he moved to sit at his desk. 

As he sat down at his desk his eyes fell on the picture on his desk. He smiled slightly as he remembered that day. It was the day his bar, The Red Sea, officially opened. He and his friend all stood outside smiling proudly.

When the bar first opened business had been booming. They almost had to herd people out when closing time rolled around. Presently the story couldn’t be any more different. Now they would shut up early to save money on utilities.

Ari knew he needed to do something but he had no clue what. If he didn’t find a solution too otherwise he’d have to consider selling up. And anyone who knew Ari knew that he wasn’t a quitter.

Sighing to himself he started going through the month's expenses. Doing all the paperwork that made his position even more painfully obvious. 

“Do you ever go home?” Rachel asked leaning against the door frame.

“No it saves money” Ari says not looking up from his work.

“What’s the verdict?” She asks walking in and perching on the edge of the desk.

“Not great we maybe have 6 months at most to turn this place around otherwise I’ll have to sell” Ari sighs shaking his head.

“It’ll work out, you always think of something,” Rachel says patting him on the shoulder as she stands up.

“The rest of the guys are coming up later so don’t hide away in here all day” she adds before leaving him in the office alone.

Ari nodded in agreement before turning back to his work. He ended up spending hours in there working away. Putting off going out to see just how empty the bar would be. He could hear his friends though all laughing and talking loudly.

Eventually, he had done all the work he could and decided to head out to his friends.

“Ah, there he is the slacker!!” Jake shouts once he spots Ari.

“I hope you all paid for those beers” Ari retorted looking at the three men.

“Hey, we’re your best customers!” Max complains.

“You’re my only customers” Ari sighed as he stood behind the bar.

“Don’t worry Rachel charged us” Sammy said pointing over to Rachel who rolled her eyes as she wiped the bar down.

“Good because otherwise there won’t be a bar to come hang out in,” Ari says.

“Stop being so melodramatic you’ve just hit a slump. Every business goes through it, it’ll pick up soon” Sammy tells him.

“Yeah I bet something is right around the corner” Max says.

“Right let's stop being all depressed, you owe me a game of pool” Jake says pointing at Ari.

“I do?” Ari asks not recalling promising him that, the last game they played Ari wiped the floor with him.

“Fine call it a rematch” Jake says shrugging his shoulders as he racks up.

Ari smirks as he walks over “Fine let’s make it interesting”

Jake raises a brow as he stands up “What are you thinking?” Jake asks.

“You win, I’ll buy you a drink for a week. I win, you take a garbage out” Ari smirks.

“Oh no not that dumpster, that thing fucking stinks!!” Jake complains.

“Fine we won’t play,” Ari says shrugging his shoulders and stepping away.

“Okay, okay fine, you can break” Jake relents holding out the pool cue.

Ari smiled taking the pool cue from Jake and lining up his first shot. The balls broke with a resounding crack and much to Ari’s joy and Jake’s annoyance, 2 striped balls rolled into the pockets.

“Fuck sake man” Jake complains shaking his head.

“Regretting that decision now?” Ari smirks.

The rest of the game was pretty close, with Jake managing to catch up when Ari missed a couple. Everyone else cheering on who they thought would win.

“Go on Jake!” Sammy shouted.

“Hey you’re supposed to be backing me up” Ari complained to his childhood best friend.

“Nope sorry I’m backing my fellow Beta today” Sammy says holding up his hands in surrender.

“Don’t worry Ari we’ve got you” Max says gesturing to Rachel.

“Oh, so it's alpha’s vs Beta’s then?” Jake asks.

“Seems that way” Ari laughs.

Eventually, the game got down to the final ball. Ari lined up his shot, it should have been easy. It should have gone in, but for whatever godforsaken reason it hit the side of the pocket and bounced out. Leaving it perfectly open for Jake to easily pot it, which he did.

“Yes!! Rachel grab me a beer and pass Ari the trash” Jake says smiling victoriously as he walks back towards the bar.

Ari groans in annoyance as Rachel passes him the trash bag. All of his friends laughed as he made his way to the back door.

“And no holding your breath that’s cheating” Sammy shouts after him.

“Shut up I’ll do as I like” Ari shouts back as he steps outside.

As he approaches the dumpster he holds his breath as he chucks the bag into it. As he turns around and starts walking away he hears shuffling. 

He turns around expecting to see a raccoon or something. He wasn’t expecting to see someone peeking out beside the dumpster. He sniffs slightly realising that it was an omega, one that looks completely petrified. He cautiously takes a step closer but you take off.

“Whoa wait!” He shouts moving after you.

He watches as you stumble and fall, it's only then that he notices the handcuffs around your wrists. He sees you try and push yourself up before completely slumping down in exhaustion.

“Hey it's okay, I’m not gonna hurt you” Ari says calmingly as he crouches down beside you.

You look up at him and he can see the fear in your eyes before they completely shut and you pass out.

“Shit” Ari mutter looking down at you “Sammy! Sam!” Ari then shouts “I need you out here” 

“I swear to god Levinson if you throw something gross at me” Sammy says stepping outside “Fuck what the hell happened!” Sammy says when he spots Ari crouching beside you.

“I don’t know, she was hiding behind the dumpster and then ran when she saw me but tripped and must have hit her head” Ari said looking over at all your injuries, spotting the burns on your ankles.

At this point, everyone else had made their way outside wondering what was going on.

“Whoa is she okay?” Jake asks nodding down to you.

“I dunno, we need to get her inside” Sammy says as he looks over you.

“What’s she got around her wrists?” Rachel asks.

“Handcuff by the looks of it” Max says, 

Ari decides to try and break them off but when his finger comes into contact with the metal he hisses in pain.

“Fuck that silver” he hisses shaking his hands.

“That must be what’s caused these burns” Sam says pointing to the burns on your ankles.

“Fuck. Who the hell would do this to someone” Rachel says shaking her head.

“Sick bastards” Ari growls ignoring the pain as he breaks off your handcuffs.

He then gently scoops you up in his arms to take you inside. He had no clue who you were or where you’d come from, but he was damn well sure he wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you now.

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Slutty thot incomingg

so diving back into the Howard verse, can u imagine how dominant Ari is with starlet when she’s in heat😭 pls she’s just so desperate to get railed by him and he mocks her so much.

“Aw baby did u cum again already? God what would you do if I wasn’t here to fill you up with my knot huh? And to think u tried shoving me away when I showed up earlier. Now be a good girl and take everything I give you”

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The door swings open and Ari is blasted with a heady smell. "I said I'd pick you up." He clenches his jaw, his blue eyes drifting over your sweaty face and the unsteady rise and fall of your chest.

You clutch your jacket tightly, almost tripping as he tugs you roughly into the frat house. "I-I made it just fine."

He scoffs, peeking out the window for any fucking creeps who followed you here.

Omegas in heat are assaulted so often that it seems normal, and Ari would brush it off if it were anyone else (especially given his family legacy), but not you. Sure, you could hold your own, you've proven that dozens of times, but not when you're in heat. You're too fucking stubborn to give him control at a time like this.

"I swear, you're so fucking stupid sometimes." Ari growls, shoving you up the stairs, "why can't you be a good omega at least once?"

You cover your whimper with a cough and ignore the uncomfortable wetness soaking your underwear. Good omega, didn't you want to be a good omega for him? No. No, not him or any alpha. Just this once you'll accept his help, no matter how sick it made you feel to be intimate with him, to let him see you in your most vulnerable state.

"Just for that, I should just send you back home. See if some other alpha wants you instead since you clearly don't care whose cock you get." He forces you into his bedroom and then slams the door shut, locking it with a flick of his fingers. "If you did, you wouldn't have walked here with your slick dripping down your legs for everyone to smell. Is that it, starlet? You wanna be a wet hole for any bastard who asks?"

You should leave right now, prove him wrong and go through this heat by yourself, but in his room and surrounded by his smell and warmth, you can't physically leave. Your body won't allow you to move unless it's to please your alpha—not your alpha, but definitely the worst on campus.

"I want you to beg for me. Use that pretty mouth for something good."

You clench your fists as another wave hits, your juices smearing through your jeans. "please, help—"

"On your knees." He grins cockily, crossing his arms. "Go on, I'm waiting."

You drop to the floor, face level with his crotch and that hard bulge through his pants. His scent fills your lungs and head, making you dizzy and slip further into that blissful, but needy headspace.

"Please, alpha, help me t-through my heat." You beg through gritted teeth, "please help me. I—I need you."

"That's cute. For an actress, I expected more but I have a better idea." He smirks, slowly tearing off his shirt to toss it onto your lap.

You can't resist bringing the fabric to your nose, inhaling his musk like you're addicted to it—in a way, you are.

His hand lands on the back of your head, pulling you forward until his clothed cock brushes your lips, "Ask for my knot, ask for my cum inside your tight omega cunt. Ask me to fuck you through your heat. Beg me to make you my breeding bitch."

#AHHH HE IS COMING SOON I PROMISE #hcv ask #hc ask #slutty nutty party #tough act: thots #tough act: idea #tough act drabble #tough act ask #tw a/b/o #tw dark #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #alpha ari levinson #omega reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x fem!reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson smut #dark ari levinson #hc: ari #💋 anon

[missacidburn928]

Feeling extra gothic and spooky. Might mess around and finally work on this beauty.

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU 

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh. 

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. 

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

🐺

#captain syverson #captain sy x reader #captain syverson x you #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fic #captain syverson smut #alpha captain syverson #alpha jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller smut #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester x reader #dean smut #alpha dean winchester #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #alpha ari levinson #bucky barnes smut #alpha bucky #bucky x reader #alternate universe #abo au #dark fairytale #original character

[jamneuromain]

In Heat Headcanon

with Steve, Andy, Ari, and Lloyd (Alpha) x You (Omega)

fluff and lil smut, some cheesy thoughts I had about them

Steve

He likes taking care of you. Maybe a little too much. Food and drinks are always stocked in the fridge when you are in heat. He will prepare electrolyte drinks because you sweat a lot, and you need sodium and calcium so that your legs won't cramp when you are riding him.

He will give you anything you want, whether it's his knot or his cum. He won't run a bath afterward. You have caught a cold doing so before. He would clean you with a wet towel.

Your nest is the utmost important thing to him, ranking No.2 in his list of protection. (No. 1 being you) He likes watching you fuss over your nest being not comfy enough and drag him to your nest. He would happily oblige, rubbing his scent over the blankets and comforters, making it easier to calm the omega inside you when he's in the kitchen preparing refreshments.

Andy

He will see it as his personal goal to make you pregnant with a pup. Does it turn you on that he has a breeding kink? Yes. He will continue to fuck you even if his knot has popped up. He will continue to fuck his cum deeper inside you.

He will be super protective during your heat, noticing his business partner that he will be taking care of his omega in the coming week, and no one comes to his house unless he says so.

He will mark you over and over again, never tired of it. He'd love it if you wear his mark to work after your heat. Hell, he'd love it if you mark him as well. (Though he is still working on it, because every time in heat you are too fucked out to do anything)

Ari

He purposefully put his clothes in your nest to have you more addicted to his scent. He loves to see you all whiny and begging when you are writhing in your nest, wanting him to soothe your pain. He will tease and rub your pussy, until you beg prettily, just the way he wants.

Ari is sensitive, and he feels everything through the bond that you two share. Hence, he tends to your needs just right, whether you want him caressing your thighs, or you want him to hold you close, Ari detects and fulfills your needs even before they are spoken.

Oh and he's not leaving this bed unless extremely necessary. Your body will be sore when the heat is over, that's for sure.

Lloyd

This bastard is the sole reason you are in heat cycles and small heat fever way more frequent than any omega else. He doesn't allow you to use a scent blocker on your neck because he wants to smell your sweet scent all the time. He will push you into heat whenever he likes it, and he only gives you an inflatable knot, which is far from enough. He will ask you to bounce yourself on his cock and warm him when his knot roots deep in you.

Despite being an asshole, Lloyd babies you when you have terrible cramps. He likes you to sit on his lap and rub your belly for you. He will pepper you with kisses, tickling your cheeks with his moustache (he's Lloyd after all), and tells you about one of his missions to distract you from the bad cramps. You soon giggle and forget about the pain.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #fluff and smut #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!ari levinson #alpha!andy barber #alpha!lloyd hansen #omega!reader

[biteofcherry]

Hardwood

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Alpha Ari Levinson x omega female reader; shifter!Ari Levinson x shifter!reader

summary: Though you knew your heat is nearing, the way it hits you in the morning and how you act is very unexpected.

warnings: primal kink; breeding kink; mating cycles; heat; knotting; unprotected sex; dirty talk;

The bed seemed warmer than usual as you stirred from your sleep. Your hand on the vacant spot right next to you, where Ari should be sleeping, trailed after the imprint of his presence.

That he was out of bed before you wasn’t a novelty; though Ari liked to be the one waking you up with his wandering hands and mouth, more often he was up on his feet, preparing for the day - and making you breakfast.

His scent was quite strong as you took a long, deep breath that stretched into a yawn. Fresh pine and resin, reminding of taking a stroll through the woods. 

Perhaps he got out of bed just moments ago. 

Though usually you stayed in bed a bit longer, your consciousness snapped to functionality and your body was rousing with eagerness to find your mate. 

Had to be the hunger, you told yourself as you donned on a washed-out t-shirt and silk, pink pajama shorts. One of Ari’s best traits as a mate was the fact he made hearty, delicious breakfasts. He had zero patience for washing the dishes and often annoyed you with how carelessly he did them, but he made up in the cooking department. 

Your head filled with all the tasty options that Ari could be cooking as you padded downstairs and into the kitchen. However, the moment you stepped inside, your brain lost its track of thought. 

The sight of Ari moving around the kitchen in tight jeans (belt unbuckled and clinking as he moved) and nothing else wasn’t shocking. It was a norm - Ari’s slutty exhibitionistic wardrobe choices. And yes, you always allowed yourself to ogle, since his sinfully hot body was all yours to admire and crave. 

But there was something different with the view he presented this time, or rather your reaction was different. 

Watching Ari in his clothes was enough to turn you on, seeing him half naked had a stronger effect, but the whole process of arousal was a fire slowly growing from smaller flames. This time your whole body snapped to attention immediately. 

If it wasn’t obvious to you that Ari is the center of your wolf’s rapid focus, you’d suspect she sensed danger; that she tensed your muscles and sharpened your senses to react to a possible threat. 

You knew Ari was aware of you coming down the stairs and walking into the kitchen, you wouldn’t be surprised if he sensed that you woke up, but it was the tiny changes in your breathing that made him pause and look up. 

When his blue eyes met yours, your body reacted with a gush of slick.

Ari straightened slowly. Each inch he gained as he stretched to his full height thrummed through your body with a jolt of arousal. He reached to the side and turned off the coffee maker, then pushed the pan off the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice a little shaky as you licked your lips. 

“Postponing breakfast, since it’s obvious your heat won’t wait any moment longer,” Ari replied. Though his words were on the amusing side, the drop in his tone betrayed how affected his own wolf was. 

You didn’t deny his assessment. There was no point playing coy, or lying. Not when the craving increased with each passing second.

Your toes curled as you considered simply jumping Ari right there. Then your gaze flicked to the door leading outside into the backyard, a thought of running away with the thrill of adding more adrenaline before your Alpha pins you down and knots your needy cunt.  

“Don’t.” Ari’s warning growl turned your nipples painfully stiff.

Your gaze obediently returned to him. Neither of you moved, the tension grew unbearable as you seized each other up. 

“You like the chase.” You countered, feeling your heartbeat accelerate in excitement. 

“I do. But my omega is in heat and no one is allowed to even get a whiff of that maddening, sweet scent.”

Ari’s possessiveness often irked you, leading to a few loud arguments in the past. You knew it wouldn’t change, not with how close to the surface Ari’s wolf was all the time. Definitely not with his position of an Alpha, which meant that as his mate you were also a tool of power and he wouldn’t allow anyone to challenge him by poaching you.

At the moment, however, there was something deeply satisfying in his desire to keep you for himself only. 

You knew it wasn’t your wolf - that bitch was already in a presenting position whining for the Alpha to take her - it was your human side, the teasing and stubborn streak of humanity that made you take those fast steps toward the door anyway.  

You didn’t even manage to touch the doorknob. 

Large hand gripped the front of your neck, yanking you back into a wall of muscles. 

Ari’s other arm tightened around you, caging your arms at your sides. His fingers curled tighter, pressing into your carotids and threatening to cut off your airflow. If anything, it only made your clit throb harder.

You snarled, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Futily. You weren’t even able to shake your head an inch. There was never a chance of going against Ari’s strength. 

Ari kicked your feet apart and wedged his leg between them. Your hips rocked against his thigh desperately, silk bottoms sticking to your folds as you drenched at the mere friction his leg provided.   

“Are you going to behave and let me take you to our bed?” Ari grunted, bouncing his leg slightly and making you moan. “Or do you want me to push you down here like a needy bitch in heat?”

You were horny before. You were in heat before. Many times. All those experiences seemed bland compared to the despair you felt. That need burst into a blaze in such a short time, that desire was mixing with irritation and evoking more impatient snarls from you.

When you tilted your head and bared your teeth at Ari, he snapped. 

He bent your neck to the side and sank his teeth into your skin; your whine of pain turned into a little yip as you went pliant in his arms. 

“Bitch in heat it is,” he growled, retracting his teeth. 

Ari forced you down, not that you were struggling much anymore. He got you onto your hands and knees on the hardwood kitchen floor. His grip moved from the front of your neck to the back of it, holding you by the nape as he slapped your ass hard. Once. Twice. 

Then with a single yank he ripped off your shorts, tossing the soiled, pink garment in front of you, so you could see how soaked through they were. 

Heats always came with copious fluids, but - as with desire itself - it built up in hours. Heat with Ari proved to go from zero to hundred in nanoseconds. 

Without prompting, you spread your legs wider and arched your back. Not only was your clit pulsing, but your folds did too, filled with blood and dripping slick. You pushed your hips back, soundlessly pleading for the stretch of your Alpha’s cock. 

“Good omega,” Ari praised as you presented. “That’s it. Open up for the fat cock that you crave so much.” 

He ran his fingers on the inside of your thigh, which was sticky with your juices, then slid them between your swollen folds. He didn’t tease you long, just a few strokes and then he was positioning himself behind you. 

A pleased chirp at the stretch of the head of his cock pushing into your tight hole almost turned into a whine when Ari paused. But it was for a fleeting second, as he changed his grip to use both hands to grab your shoulders. 

Then he slammed into you brutally, the force jerking you forward. 

Ari’s strokes were languid, but purposeful, matching that primal hunger that melted away your humanity and left mostly the animal in charge. Though you still instinctively attempted to scramble away from the hard, merciless fucking, Ari’s hold on your shoulders prevented it. 

The swirls of conflicting thoughts in your head dispersed, replaced by the sole focus on feeling. And chasing that frantic urgency to come. Your body was tuning in with the animalistic taking. Soon your hips were swaying back eagerly to meet each quickening thrust.

As remnants of instinctive fight left you and you gave in to nature's demand, Ari changed his hold on you. Pinning grip on your shoulders shifted, hands moving onto your hips instead to give him better leverage as he pounded you harder. At some point your arms wobbled and you fell forward, bracing your eight on your forearms.

Slight change in position tilted your hips up, allowing Ari’s cock a new angle that fucked the breath out of your chest and caused stars to burst beneath your eyelids. 

You came with a long cry; your walls spasming tight around him. Squelching sounds matched the volume of slapping skin, only barely drowned out by Ari’s growls and staccato of your moans. 

“So fucking tight.” Ari huffed. “Your greedy little pussy’s so desperate to milk every drop out of me.” 

He draped his massive body over you, hands splayed right next to yours as he rutted into you. He almost stopped withdrawing, rocking his length deeper and deeper, and you felt the stretch start to build up. 

“This what you wanted so much, huh?” Ari grazed his teeth over your shoulder, snapping his hips forward.

“Yes!” You keened, impatient for his knot to inflate. 

“I know, my little omega,” he kissed the spot he just teased with his teeth, “I can sense that urge to be filled with my cum thrumming through your body.”

You were shaking at this point, thighs quivering as buildup to another climax heightened. It could happen any moment now, but something held it off, as if you were waiting for something specific. Something special. 

It could only be one thing.

“My wolf is so proud that you want to have his pups,” Ari was mouthing along your skin, words unclear the more he nipped and kissed. “But I’d fuck you even if you resisted that need-” his teeth sank deeper as his thrusts grew frantic- “because babies or not, there’s no better fucking feeling than cumming in your pussy and locking you on my knot!”

A second later Ari’s teeth pierced your skin and his knot inflated; spurts of thick, warm cum filling you. 

Momentarily, your whole body seized as your own orgasm hit full force. 

Stronger than before, since your body was finally given what it craved more and responded to each splash of your mate’s cum. The stretch of knot provided stimulation as well, keeping you on that precipice of constant arousal. 

A bit of blood trickled down where Ari bit you, but you paid it no attention, more focused on your Alpha’s comforting heaviness and all the cum that was filling your womb. 

He groaned his own pleasure, trailing his lips tinted with your blood along your back. Irritated with the scrap of fabric he didn’t get rid of before, Ari ripped it off sharply, tossing what used to be a t-shirt aside. His mouth instantly returned to peppering kisses between your shoulder blades and one of his hands cupped your breast.

“These will fill up with milk soon, to feed our pups.” As he squeezed, your pussy fluttered. Or perhaps it was his words and the still pouring cum. 

“You’ll be so responsive.” Ari hummed in delight. “Your tits are going to be so sensitive and leaking,” he pinched your nipple between his fingers and your clit throbbed in sync.

He played with your other breast before trailing his hand south, to where your abdomen grew taut as more of his cum stuffed your womb. 

“Feeling heavy with my seed?” 

Ari splayed his fingers over the slight swell and pressed. Which caused a whole new wave of sensations that wrecked your body with tremors, stirring heat’s hunger anew.

“F-uck!” A curse bubbled out of your mouth, along with hoarse admission- “Yes, Ari! Feels so fucking good.”

It did. You didn’t even try to comprehend if it was the hormone induced haze of the heat, or the animal side of you, or maybe it simply felt so fucking good to be filled with cum so much. You simply delighted in it. Craved more, too.

“You’ll get more.” Ari nipped your ear. 

“And you will swell with it.” His growl stimulated your wolf, but also your human side reacted to it. “You’ll carry me a litter, omega. One after another.” 

Again, your walls clenched. A small, needy whimper left your lips.

“I see you like the idea.” Ari chuckled, slipping his fingers lower. “Like to be bred by your mate, ‘mega?”

“Nghh, yes!” You bucked against him as his fingertips touched your swollen clit.

“Good girl, omega.” He kissed a spot right behind your ear. 

“Now come for your Alpha one more time, so your womb drowns in more of my cum,” he started rubbing circles and wicked eights on your clit. “Then I’ll take you to the bedroom. Keep you all cosy and comfortable while you work your greedy cunt to earn another knot.” 

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[holylulusworld]

P*ssy pops

Summary: He wanted something sweet.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: adult themed suckers, a/b/o, scenting, mentions of slick, misuse of lollipops :), implied oral (fem rec)

A/N: I rewatched an old episode of Friends. Monica said something to Phoebe about mixing a lollipop and a pregnancy test up...this is how this idea was born...

This story belongs to my Leo & Alpha masterlist. It’s a prequel to the already released parts.

He hates grocery runs. 

Ari Levinson is not used to deciding on which pasta to buy. He’s the kind of man who decides if someone will live another day.

Unfortunately, he can’t live off gunpowder and Scotch. The alpha just ran out of groceries, and no one was willing to go on a grocery run for him. At least not his right-hand man.

It’s his own fault. He fired most of his employees, not trusting any one of them any longer. Now he had to leave his mansion and drive to town to buy food.

“Sir, can I help you?” one of the clerks asks. Ari stared at the pasta for too long and the young man fears the tall alpha is a shoplifter.

“Hmm…no…or yes,” Ari clears his throat. “I’m looking for pasta.” He rolls his eyes. “You already knew that.” He concludes as the boy looks at the shelf filled with pasta. “Can you recommend a sort?”

“Oh, that depends on what are you planning to cook.”

His head snaps toward the soft voice offering help. You smile sweetly as the tall alpha eyes you warily. “Pasta…”

“I got that, Sir,” you wink at Ari. “What do you want to cook? It depends on the sauce. Pairing the right pasta with the right sauce is essential.” You step toward the alpha to get a look at the shelf too. “I’ll go for lasagna this time. What do you prefer?”

“I got no plans, miss. I only wanted to buy noodles,” Ari exasperatedly says. He glances at the pasta in his hands, frowning deeply. “Why do they look like butterflies?”

“These are called farfalle. You serve them with classic tomato sauce or pesto,” you point out. “I like them very much.”

“Huh? Are you a cook or something?”

You giggle. “Kinda,” you look up at Ari, eyes a little glassy. “I sell homemade sweets, cupcakes, and cookies at my store across the street. Why don’t you come around if you find the time?”

He watches you grab a package of lasagna sheets. Ari licks his lips as you brush past him, and your scent surrounds the alpha. “Maybe I’ll find the time.”

“I’d like that,” you wink at him. “But be aware, my sweets are for adults only.” You giggle as his eyes widen a little.

“What does that mean?” he asks the clerk. “Hey, I asked you a question, boy,” Ari grumbles. 

“You shouldn’t buy her stuff,” the clerk whispers. “She sells odd cookies, cakes, and sweets at her store. I would avoid her shop at all costs.”

“Who do you think you are, boy?” Ari grits his teeth and steps closer to the clerk. “My father? I don’t think so. I’ll have a look at her store if I want to.”

Fifteen minutes later Ari steps inside your store. He inhales deeply as a mixture of your scent, strawberries, and freshly baked cookies fills his nostrils.

“OH! You came,” you clasp your hands together. “Welcome to sweets-treats. My store is for adults only. So, don’t bring your kids here.”

“What? Huh…oh…” he inhales sharply as his eyes land on the Les Tétons de Vénus, cookies in the shape of penises, colorful lollipops, and the adult-themed suckers in the shape of a vagina. “What's all this?”

Ari points at the lollipops, smirking as you get one out of the display. “That’s my bestseller. I call them pussy pops.”

“Pussy pops?” he whispers lowly. “Why do you call it that? It looks like a normal lollipop to me.”

“Well,” you round the counter to hand Ari the lollipop. “Have a taste, Sir. If you can guess the secret ingredient, you can have it for free.”

He inhales sharply. Your scent already has him on the edge. If you push him just a little more, he’ll lose control. “Challenge accepted,” he says and takes the lollipop out of your hands.

Ari thrusts the lollipop into his mouth. He licks over it, humming.

“What do you think? I used vanilla this time.”

He suckles at the lollipop, groaning deeply as the secret ingredient fills his senses. It feels like he can taste, smell, and feel it all at once.

You smirk at the alpha, knowing all too well he can taste the secret ingredient.

“Do you like it, alpha?”

He takes the lollipop out of his mouth. Ari growls lowly as you point at the lollipop in his hands. “It tastes like your pussy.”

“You’ve got a skilled tongue, Sir,” you step toward Ari to run your hand over his chest. “Question is, do you want to taste the original?”

>> Snippet 2

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#P*ssy pops #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader #alpha!ari levinson x you #mobster!ari levinson #ari levinson x you #a/b/o

[boxofbonesfic]

can we get a slight drabble of new hire ari worshiping reader? 😏

nonnies, you’re not the only ones with New Hire on the brain! i hope you all enjoy this little peek behind the curtain 👀

Title: Itch

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: You get the feeling you’re needed at home.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Smut, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS, DNI!, PWP

A/N: i’ve had a few people asking about New Hire. i don’t have a new chapter ready just yet, but i do have this sinful little peek into their daily lives. hope you enjoy!

Your mark itches. 

  The bite is long healed by now, but you feel a sudden heat course through the scar tissue, pins and needles erupting under your skin as you raise a hand to scratch at the raised flesh. It’s enough to surprise you, make you slam hard on your brakes while other cars beep furiously at you. You pull over, swerving into the breakdown lane as you wipe at the cold sweat beading on your forehead.

  Kitten.

  You can feel him in the bond, like a phantom hand on your shoulder. You swipe the back of your hand across your forehead, and wrap your clammy fingers back around the steering wheel and navigate back out into traffic. Ari’s car is in the driveway, and you pull in next to it. Your mark is still flush with heat, prickling uncomfortably as you exit the vehicle. Slowly, you make your way up the steps, fitting your key into the lock. 

  Ari’s scent fills your nostrils as soon as you step over the threshold, pungent and musky. You almost drop your purse as you swallow thickly, fumbling as you try to hang it on one of the many hooks by the door. The air is so thick with the smell of him that you can scarcely make out anything else. Dizzily you drag yourself up the stairs, practically tasting him on the air with every breath you gulp down. 

  You’re barely feeling the bannister under your numb fingertips as you ascend. The frantically beating heart in your chest rises to your throat as you crest the staircase. The heat from your mark is starting to spread, flowing down your arms to tingle in your fingertips. It washes down your back, making you shudder as you stare blearily around. 

  Alpha’s here. Needs me.

  You scratch at the bite mark again. 

  It’s as if there’s a thread in your chest, and it pulls taut with every tentative step toward the bedroom that you take. By the time you reach it, you’re practically drowning in his scent, your pupils wide and dilated. The bedroom door is already open, and you stop short of entering the room as your glassy eyes widen further. 

  Ari’s turned almost completely away from you, the thickly corded muscles of his back bunching and flexing hypnotically as he moves. He doesn’t notice you at first, and remains hunched over the dresser, one hand tensed against the wood as he drags the other down the thickly veined length of his cock. You recognize a pair of your own panties knotted in his fist. He drops his head back as he reaches the base, groaning something that sounds suspiciously like your name. 

  The pieces fall into place with alarming clarity as you run your tongue over your suddenly dry lips. 

  Your mate is in rut. 

  You aren’t prepared for his dark eyes to fall on you as he turns, your breath hitching in your throat. The stormy blue of his irises is almost completely swallowed by black, and you can see sweat beading on his brow and chest. Your face burns with heat, but you are unable to look away from him. A little whimper works it’s way up and out of your tight throat as he speaks. 

  “Kitten.” He doesn’t stop moving, groaning as he presses the thin material of your panties against his throbbing length. “Come.” It isn’t an Alpha command, but you’re already moving clumsily towards him before you have time to register it. Ari yanks you against his heated skin roughly, pressing his face into the side of your throat with a growl. He tosses your panties to the ground before he begins to work at your clothing, tearing the t-shirt up and over your head before tugging at your jeans, snarling. 

  “Off.”

  He grows impatient as you try to wiggle out of the snug denim, snatching you up by the waist and depositing you onto the mattress. He snatches the jeans down your legs, pressing his cheek to the skin of your bare thigh. You whine a little as he mouths at the already sopping mess of your cunt through your panties. 

  “Needed you,” he groans. The sharp points of his canines leave raised trails as he drags them across your sensitive skin. You’re dizzy, drunk on his scent. Your head is spinning as you reach for him, tangling your fingers in his sandy hair as he laps at you. You yelp as he rips your panties off, the ruined elastic snapping sharply against your skin. Ari drinks from you like a man possessed, his curling his arms around your thighs to keep you anchored to the mattress—and to him. 

  You aren’t in heat, but for all the sense in your head at the moment you might as well be. Ari flicks at your clit with his tongue, catching it between his teeth and pulling before releasing it. You keen, thrashing in his grip. Ari doesn’t let up, lashing at your oversensitive clit with his tongue until you wail, thighs trembling as you cum. 

  “Taste sweet,” he mumbles against your folds, and you feel his lips curve against you as you shudder. “So good.” The words are barely out of his mouth before he’s re-attaching his mouth to your sloppy, sticky cunt. 

  “God, Ari,” his name is a breathy plea on your lips, one he responds to by slowly uncurling his arms from around your trembling thighs. His soft lips leave goosebumps in their wake as he works his way up your body. You taste yourself on his lips as he claims your own, his tongue sliding sensually against yours. Ari’s skin is fever hot to the touch, and he shudders with pleasure as you shyly reach between your bodies to graze your fingers against his leaking cock. 

  His breath ghosts across your cheek, and you relish the burn of his stubble as he drags his teeth down your throat, towards your mark. 

  “My perfect little mate,” he murmurs, his voice so low you’re not entirely sure the words were meant for your ears. Your breath hitches when he nips you, catching your skin between his sharp teeth. “Soft and sweet and mine.”  The words end in a growl. Ari runs his tongue across the perfect ring of teeth marks lining your shoulder, and as they slide home like keys into a lock, your pussy clenches hard around nothing. Ari’s hips buck into your hand, and he shudders a little as you run your thumb across the head of his cock. 

  You stare up at him, the room spinning when he pulls away, his lips tinged pink from reaffirming the mark. His cock slides wetly against you and your hips buck without your permission. Ari is gone with rut, his eyes dark and glassy as he pumps his cock in his fist, staring down at you. The base is already thick, his knot half-exposed—a testament to just how far gone he is. 

  His entry drives the breath from your lungs and forces you a few inches up the mattress. You keen, and Ari throws his head back with a groan. He’s already thick, so thick it leaves you aching every time, but with the addition of his knot, you’re choking on air with every thrust. 

  “Needed this,” he repeats, the words almost lost in the bestial growl. You don’t even think he’s talking to you anymore, unaware of the words leaving his lips as he drives into you like a man possessed. “Need you, Kitten,” he rasps. “Need to feel you on my knot, gonna split you open with it—”

  It’s as though you’re drowning, fingernails digging hard into Ari’s back as he ruts into you. The stretch and burn of his knot in your cunt is practically sinful, drawing fresh tears from your eyes as you gasp. You can feel the instincts in your hindbrain pressing up to the surface, the bestial thing residing there crowing with joy as Ari’s cock spears you open over and over again. 

  You cum with a pathetic mewl, arching your hips up toward Ari. He bares his teeth as you tighten around him, your walls milking his cock. There’s no respite for you from the dizzying pleasure, though, as Ari lifts your thigh, pressing your knee to your chest so he can sink in deeper. 

  “My Omega.” Ari snarls possessively, his fingers digging hard into your hip and thigh. “My Omega, my Omega, mine,” he repeats the words deliriously, his eyes locked on the bruised mating mark on your throat. You’re strung out from the pleasure, your limbs shaking and overtaxed, and still you can feel that taut string in your chest pulling tight again as he works you towards your third orgasm of the evening. 

  “A-Ari, Ari I, I can’t,” you whine pathetically. “I can’t cum again—”

  He leans down to drag his lips across yours, tasting the salt of your pleased tears with his tongue. 

  “You can, Kitten,” he rasps, his eyes flashing. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay—” His thrusts shorten as you wail, your cunt squeezing around him while your eyes roll. Wet, sticky warmth bathes your throbbing and overtaxed cunt, while Ari’s knot swells inside of you, locking him in place as he pants over you, sweaty hair falling across his eyes. 

  He curls over you, dropping to the mattress and taking you with him, rolling onto his back. Slowly, his breath begins to even out, and he releases your hip from the iron grip he’d held it in. You try to move, but Ari bares his teeth in warning before nuzzling against your mark. 

  “Welcome back, Kitten,” he says hoarsely, his hands moving reverently over your back. “I missed you.” 

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Run Free - Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader (Part 2: I Know Places)

Summary: As an Omega you knew your place in the world, however when the opportunity arrives to escape you take it... only to find yourself face to face with another Alpha

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language! Light Angst! Fluff! Talk of Captive Situation

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Chapter 2: I Know Places

Your entire body felt like it was made of lead. Everything ached and your head was pounding. As you slowly woke up you could hear hushed whispers, you sighed trying to fall back asleep. It was only when you took a deep breath that the smell of an Alpha and Beta filled your nostrils.

Your memory flooded back to you. How you escaped from your captors. Made your way into town only to be found by another Alpha. Your rush to run away, your body not cooperating leaving you powerless.

You woke with a start your eyes instantly finding the Alpha from before stood beside another man who must have been the Beta you smelt, on the other side of the small room. They both jumped once they saw that you were awake and made their way over.

“Hey, hey it's okay you’re safe we’re not gonna hurt you” the Alpha says bending down beside you.

You pushed yourself away as much as you could on the small couch. You didn’t trust him, every Alpha you’d ever met treated you like a piece of meat. How could this one be any different?

“My name is Ari, and this is my friend Sammy, he’s a doctor,” Ari says gesturing to his friend.

“I’ve treated the burns on your wrists and ankles, but I would like to take you to my clinic to check you out further” Sammy says making you look down and notice your wrists and ankles had been bandaged up.

“No,” you say your voice wavering, you didn’t trust these people, what if it was all an elaborate ruse to capture you?

“Please, you’ve clearly been through something horrible and we want to help, you can trust us I promise,” Ari says gently.

You lock your eyes on him, you could feel your body relaxing. Unlike any other Alpha you’d encounter he didn’t make your blood run cold in fear. Your inner wolf was screaming at you to trust him but you couldn’t give in. You needed a chance to escape if you needed it, if this Alpha truly wanted to help you he wouldn’t need anything to keep you captive. 

“Take the collar off,” you tell him.

“What?” He asks confused.

“The collar, it can only be taken off by an alpha or beta, it stops me from shifting, take it off and maybe I’ll trust you” you explain.

“Only if you let us treat you properly, we don’t have to go to the clinic if you don’t want but somewhere cleaner than here” Sammy bargains.

“Hey this place is clean” Ari huffs glaring up at his friend.

You couldn’t help but chuckle weakly at the exchange between the two friends. Ari looked back over at you with a warm lopsided smile that had your heart stuttering.

“Okay, deal” you agree nodding your head.

Ari smiles at you before carefully moving to remove the collar from your neck. With the shortening distance, you could smell his scent better. The scent of pine and grass fills your nostrils making you instantly relax. You mentally kicked yourself though, you had to keep your guard up. Once the collar was removed Ari threw it in the trash with disgust.

“Can I ask what your name is?” Sammy asks you gently.

You glance between the two men “Y/N” you tell them

“Okay Y/N, now are you comfortable coming to the clinic or would you prefer somewhere else?” Sammy asks you.

“Clinic will be fine” you say nodding your head gently.

“Great, now just to forewarn you, the rest of our friends are outside” Ari says as he helps you up from the couch.

“They’re friendly like us, you don’t need to worry about them” Sammy adds.

You nod your head allowing them to lead you out of the office. As you stepped out into the bar the scent of two more alphas and a beta hit you all at once. All of them turn to look at you. 

You instinctively cower back, shoulders hunching in trying to make yourself look as small as possible. Looking down at the floor unable to meet their intense gazes.

“Hey it’s okay, they aren’t gonna hurt you” Ari says to you gently as he rubs your back soothingly. 

You look up at him, his bright blue eyes looking down at you reassuringly. Without realising you find yourself nodding, shifting to lean on him more. You glance away briefly before looking back up at him catching him sending a hard look towards his friends who then instantly advert their gazes. Despite the fact, two of them were fellow alphas.

Ari and Sam help you out of the bar and into Ari’s pickup truck. As he drove you to Sam’s clinic Ari kept glancing over at you. He could see that despite his constant reassurance you still looked incredibly nervous. He couldn’t blame you though, it didn’t take a genius to see you had been through something horrific.

When you arrived at the clinic Ari and Sammy led you inside and straight into an examination room. They helped you up onto the bed before Sam went to grab his kit while Ari sat down on the chair in the corner of the room not wanting to crowd you.

“Let me know if anything hurts okay” Sammy tells you as he starts checking you over.

Ari sighs as he watches, his hand running over his beard in thought. His eyes travelled over your body now noticing how many cuts and bruises covered your body. The next thing he noticed was that your bond mark was untouched. You weren’t running from an abusive mate. Leaving him even more curious and concerned as to what had happened to you.

“Are there any injuries under your clothes?” Sammy asks you.

“Nothing fresh, I um did fall from a truck though” you admit making Ari and Sam exchange a concerned glance.

“Okay well you may have broken some ribs, I will have to touch your chest to check or we can send you for an X-ray,” Sammy says giving you the choice.

“X-ray please,” you say meekly.

“Of course, Ari can you help move Y/N to the X-ray room,”  Sammy asks and Ari jumps straight up to help you down from the examination bed.

They take you down the corridor to the X-ray room. Helping you back onto the bed and helping you lie back down. 

“Okay, so all that’s gonna happen is we’re gonna step out of the room for a couple minutes while the machine takes the X-ray” Sammy explains as he sets up the machine.

You nod your head in understanding before glancing over at Ari who gave you a reassuring smile.

“We’ll be straight back don’t worry” Ari reassures you.

He gives you one more reassuring smile before stepping outside. You take a deep breath calming yourself. The nerves were creeping in now that you were completely alone. Even if you knew it was only for a moment. You scolded yourself, you couldn’t give in to your biology so easily. You barely knew these people you couldn’t really trust them. Could you?

When you saw Ari step back inside you let out a deep sigh of relief. He helped you sit back up and slide off of the bed.

“Okay?” He asks you gently.

“Yeah,” you say your voice still shaking.

They take you back down the corridor back to the examination room. This time however instead of sitting in the chair in the corner Ari perched against of the end of the bed.

“Okay so you’ve only got a small stress fracture in your rib, that should heal nice and quickly with rest. My main concern is your burns and the fact you’re severely malnourished” Sammy tells you.

“What can you do for her?” Ari asks.

“I can give you a cream for the burns and you’ll have to change the bandages regularly. I also can give you some vitamin and mineral tablets to help with the malnutrition, I can also suggest a diet too” Sammy explains.

“Will I be able to shift?” You ask hopefully.

“In theory, there’s nothing stopping you, but I wouldn’t suggest it not until you’re more healed. The main thing you need is rest, and somewhere safe to recover” Sammy says glancing over at Ari.

“You can stay with me if you’re okay with that” Ari offers.

“Oh um,” you say uncertainly.

“Look you have every right to be hesitant after what you’ve been through but you couldn’t find a better or safer place in my opinion” Sammy says.

“It's a nice cabin just outside of town away from everyone, I’ve got a spare room you can stay in, it’s safe I promise, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you I promise, nobody can hurt you now” Ari tells you gently, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You feel your inner wolf pushing you to accept his offer. As you looked between the men you could see how sincere they were being. They were really trying to help you. You had trusted them so far maybe you could trust them some more.

“Okay,” you agree quietly.

“Great we’ll get you everything you need and take you straight up there to settle in” Ari smiles.

Ari watched as you looked around his cabin taking it all in. It wasn’t grand by any means, but he liked it and he hoped you did too. The majority of the ground floor was open-planned, the kitchen diner flowing straight into the large spacious living room. Upstairs was where his bedroom, the guest bedroom and the third room he used as an office was. 

When he led you upstairs he was relieved to find a bag of spare clothes waiting in the guest room. While you were all at the clinic he had asked Rachel to find you some spare clothes. Grateful that she’d brought them straight here so you could change out of the thin and tattered vest and shorts you wore. He’d given you the red plaid shirt to wear in the meantime to cover up and keep you warm. The same shirt you were now picking at the sleeves.

“You can do whatever you want in here to make yourself more comfortable, just let me know if you need anything” Ari says as you look around the room.

“Thank you, for everything,” you say fiddling with your fingers.

“It’s nothing, the bathroom is just down the hall if you want to freshen up” Ari says pointing down the hall.

You give him a small smile nodding in thanks.

“I’ll leave you to settle in, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything” Ari tells you before heading off down the stairs.

You waited listening to the sound of the stairs creaking as Ari walked down them. Once the creaking stopped you walked over to the bed sitting down and running your hands over the soft duvet. You let out a content sigh as you sank down into the bed. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt something so comfortable. 

You felt a wave of emotion build up and you had to take a deep breath to stop yourself from crying. You couldn’t dare show any more weakness. You couldn’t be taken advantage of again. While Ari had been kind to you so far, he was still an Alpha and you were still an Omega. You could never be completely safe. Pushing up from the bed you made your way out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. 

Once inside the bathroom, you notice the lock on the door and quickly turn it. You turn round to face the shower reaching inside to turn it on. When you feel the warm water you instantly pull off your ratty clothes and jump inside. 

As the water fell over your body you felt your muscle relax. All you wanted to do was stand there and enjoy the warmth. Eventually, you grabbed the shampoo that was on the side and started washing your hair. You then started washing your body watching as all the grime and dirt that was seemingly ingrained in your skin washed away down the drain.

When you stepped out of the shower you wrapped yourself up in a warm and fuzzy towel. You threw your old vest and shorts in the trashcan not wanting any more physical reminders of that prison. You grabbed Ari’s shirt intending to give it back to him. As you stood back up you caught sight of yourself in the mirror and let out a small gasp.

You hadn’t seen your reflection in years. To the point you barely recognised the person staring back at you. As you stared at yourself you realised how terrible and weak you looked. You had to force yourself to look away before you were physically sick. 

You hurry back to the guest bedroom closing the door behind you quickly. You start looking through the bags of clothes that had been lent to you. Relieved to find some comfy trousers and a hoodie.

As you slip off the clothes you can smell the distinct scent of Rachel, the Alpha you’d briefly met at the bar. The scent of fresh sea air fills your nostrils. It was a nice scent but you did prefer Ari’s.

Once you were dressed you started making your way down the stairs. Finding Ari in the kitchen making some food. 

Ari glanced over him when he sensed you walking in, the scent of honeysuckle filling the room. He smiled warmly when he saw you now dressed and cleaned up. You looked so much better than how he found you in the alley.

“I thought you might be hungry so I made you something to eat” Ari says putting a sandwich on a plate and putting it on the table.

“Thank you,” you say with a small smile shuffling over to sit at the table.

As you took your first bite you couldn’t believe how delicious it was. The softness of the bread and the filling melting on your tongue. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan of content.

“Tasty?” Ari asks with a playful smirk.

“It's the nicest thing I’ve eaten in years” you admit.

“What did they feed you?” He asks.

“Oatmeal I think, it was just kinda mush, sometimes we’d get stale bread,” you tell him as you continue to eat.

“I’m sorry” Ari sighs his brows furrowing “I’m not the best cook but I’ll try my hardest”

You smile at the offer “I know a bit from before um you know, so I’m sure we’ll handle” you tell him.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but how long were you there for?” Ari asks cautiously “You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable” he adds quickly.

“I don’t know, what year is it?” You ask.

“2023” Ari Answers

“Um, that would be uh 15 years then” you answer clearing your throat and looking down.

“God I’m so sorry” Ari sighs shaking “but you’re safe now, you’re never gonna have to go through that ever again” 

You glance back up at him and see in his eyes how sincere he was. A small reassuring smile played on his lips.

“Thank you” you smile.

“And you can stay here as long as you need or want, there is absolutely no rush, I want you to make this place your home, your safe place, anything you need or want we’ll get it” 

“Thank you, you’re being so kind to me” you say looking down at your lap.

“You don’t need to keep thanking me, and I know your experience probably tells you otherwise but not all Alphas are dicks” Ari smiles making you chuckle quietly.

You smile over at him, you really want to thank him again despite him telling you not to. But maybe he was right, maybe there were nice Alphas out there.

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oki bestie, here’s a long snippet/spoiler for A Tough Act !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!fraternity president!Ari Levinson x omega!activist!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, a/b/o dynamics, assault, power imbalance, violence, misogyny (within a/b/o designations), mean!ari, size difference, possessive behaviour, possible dehumanization, non-con/dub-con. smut - minors dni: all the following warnings are observed by the reader: so underlinings of exhibitionism, forced voyeurism. humiliation: public punishment, spanking. implied: fingering, unprotected sex.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a snippet of A Tough Act: starlet finds herself at an Arcadia Phi frat party.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.56K

𝗔/𝗡 | the masterlist isn’t posted yet, but this is from my new series set in HCV (Howard college verse). This snippet includes cameos from our other readers: cherry and casanova !!

“You see that? Look at them.” He holds your face up, forcing you to watch the exchange. 

The buzzcut-haired alpha nearly blocks the small omega with his frame, his big hands sliding all over her dress, and fixing the buttons of her cardigan. Then, they cup her cheeks, bringing her in for a soft kiss that quickly turns possessive. Her weak grip lands on his shoulders, feebly trying to push him away but he only leans closer. He presses her flush against the wall, nearly crushing her until you can’t see her anymore. 

You can’t look anymore and avert your gaze, finding more interest in the couch cramped with giggly sorority girls. They flatter and wave at passing alphas like they’re celebrities.

All of them are clad in short dresses and high heels, practically copies of each other—except the one in the middle. She’s an omega and seems the most confident, her legs crossed as he steadily sips from a solo cup. 

Some guys walk up to the girls, and sweep them away but the middle omega is different. When approached, she doesn’t offer the first alpha a glance, but the second one, a light-haired guy, seems to win whatever game they were playing. She lets him take her hand and draw her close, their bodies instantly grinding to the music as her friends fawn. 

“That’s how good omegas are treated. They’re protected, and pampered. Adored like the prettiest flower in the garden,” he rasps, “as long as they honour their superiors.” 

“Honour as in let themselves be used and degraded to mere machines?” Your eyes narrow, lip twitching with rage, “to be seen as nothing but a hole for your fucking knots? You must be really sick if you raped and willingly dehumanized people for cash. Your whole childhood—your existence is based on the suffering of omegas.”

Ari growls, “you think I’m careless enough to knock up some breeding bitch? If you're jealous, just say so.” 

“Is that all you heard? Does your ego take up too much room in your head? Or is it the god-complex that makes you so stupid?” You jeer, “I’d rather drown than even look at you a second longer.” 

You don’t get far before Ari is tugging you back, caging you against the wall with his body. “I suggest you behave, unless you want that to be you.” He spins you around to the rest of the room. 

The once confident omega is now trapped on a bearded man’s lap—a different alpha from before. Her skirt is hiked up, making room for the alpha’s big hand as he lands spanks on her thigh, dangerously close to her ass. Each slap echoes through the packed room, sounding over the booming music from the basement. 

“You see that, starlet? Do you want all eyes on you, just like her?” Ari murmurs, stepping closer as his fingers trail up your arm, “again, if you’re jealous, just say so. We could put on our own show, but we’ll be way better.” 

An awful taste fills your mouth as you shrug off his hand, “No, and don’t touch me.” 

Ari raises his eyebrows, taking a long sip of his beer. “Really? I would’ve thought an attention whore like yourself would kill to be the star…”

Another loud slap bounces off the walls, followed by a high-pitched squeal. 

You feel embarrassed for her, the pure humiliation of being punished for everyone to see—right out in the open without shame. 

But, that sharp distress is a waste. It turns out, you’re the only one who feels it, the only person not blinded by the hierarchy and the cruel shimmer of alphas. 

“Ah, there we go. Look at little casanova.” Ari’s voice drops low, and suddenly he’s close enough for his beard to brush your cheek. “You know, she used to be quite the handful. Always with that attitude, flaunting herself, fucking anything that moves.” He snickers, “as if she was regaining ownership of herself and her body.” 

“I bet she was.” You try to shove him away, but it’s only a few inches. “You think your status guarantees you the world, but worthless assholes like you don’t deserve headstrong people like her—” like us, omegas. 

“No?” His blue eyes glimmer with amusement. “Well, how about you take a look at that headstrong omega right now?” He turns your face in her direction again. 

Your breath hitches as your heart beats loudly in your ears, bouncing off your skull while you helplessly watch the poor omega—you wish to knock some sense into her. Tell her this isn’t her purpose, she isn’t a plaything to be shown off, she’s worth so much more. 

“Look at her, casanova would be nothing without Andy.” 

The spanks have turned heated. The big alpha swats her thigh then rubs it roughly, and you know it’s to make it hurt more rather than to soothe it. And she doesn’t protest or flail away, no, she stays in his lap, almost happily. She kisses his gland while running her fingers through his hair. Her moans are loud enough for you and everyone else to hear when she unabashedly grinds against his hand up her skirt. 

“You always preach about control, but omegas aren't made for that. They can’t handle all that pressure,” his warm breath fans across your face and this close, you can see every beauty mark and freckle on his face. “They need someone to do all the planning, heavy lifting and thinking for them while they stick to simpler tasks. They need to be used, owned—they were made to be owned.” 

You raise your hand and swing back, but in the blink of an eye, you’re pinned against the wall. The shock makes your drink drop to the floor, splattering all over your shoes and Ari’s boots. 

With eyes full of burning hatred, and teeth clenched so tightly you can practically hear them grinding—you don’t usually resort to violence, but he always gets under your skin. 

Your fist collides with his side before he restrains that one above your head too. His bottle joins your plastic cup on the floor, the glass doesn’t break but the beer spills on the floorboards and joins the puddle beneath the two of you. 

Ari didn't even flinch, let alone, wince. Leaning closer with daring eyes, “Do that again, and I’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone. Make them watch as I tear your tight cunt apart, show them how a real alpha punishes a disobedient omega.” 

You do the only thing you can think of and spit in his face. He stiffens and you try to headbutt him but he swiftly dodges. You would’ve expected him to have fast reflexes with his boxing skills—but he isn’t quick enough to avoid another hunk of your saliva. 

This time, it lands on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes turn shades darker. He makes a disgusting show of it, easily constraining your wrists above your head despite your wriggling, and swiping your saliva from his face. 

He brings it to his lips, sucking it off and groaning lowly. His eyes never leave yours, searing into your soul and fueling your hostility. You suck in your cheeks again, ready to spit a third time and hopefully burn a hole in his ego, but he slaps that same hand over your mouth. 

“God, I love that fight in you. Makes me so fucking hard.” He forces your head into the wall as your breaths deepen, nostrils flaring with each exhale. “Oh, looks like Curtis finally got the show on the road.”

Once again, he makes you look at the buzzcut-haired alpha and his omega. He’s got her tucked in a dark corner, you can barely make out her legs around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck, securing herself with each rock of his hips. 

A deep dread fills your chest as people go about their lives, drinking and dancing, enjoying themselves while a poor girl is getting taken advantage of. 

Or so you think because it physically pains you to hear her moans of enjoyment. 

He slowly removes his palm from your mouth, loving the helplessness in your eyes. “Look at Curtis and sweet, innocent cherry—she’s getting fucked at a party like it’s her job. Hm, I wonder what her religious and overbearing parents would think of that… Say, should I record it and send it to them?”

“Leave her alone.” You hiss, bringing up your knee but Ari quickly hikes your thighs around his waist, just like Curtis. In this position, you’re completely vulnerable and at his mercy. Fear rushes through your veins, making you only more motivated to get free. 

But, Ari is having none of it. His hand wraps around your throat, keeping you against the wall for everyone to see. 

Shame blooms like a spring garden—but the flowers are roses with the sharpest thorns, and they tear you apart from the inside. 

“You want me to leave her alone? To leave every other omega alone?” He mocks, “Now, why would I do that? It’d be neglecting my duties as an alpha, just letting them be—letting them have power over themselves.” He inches closer, his hips snug between yours and you can feel his sickening excitement through your jeans. “Omegas need guidance and they need to be used… and alphas are the only ones who can fill that void. Omegas are made to be owned.” He repeats again to drill it into your head. 

Ari can see it in your eyes, the blazing fury, the pure loathing that resigns within you. 

It was made for him, and he will never get enough of it. 

He squeezes a little tighter, enjoying the stutter in your breath. He wonders if it’s getting harder to breathe yet, or if you’re just being difficult, as always. 

“And you, starlet, regardless of how much you protest and fight, you’re one of them.” 

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