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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 1
With his feet propped up on the corner of the desk and a lit cigarette hanging between his lips, he had felt momentarily content. The buzz from the tobacco had hit him, a welcomed kind of high that made the lingering silence in the room seem less egregious than it was.
Ari and Steve had received the call and the order to be reassigned from the case they were on, the directive had come from the captain of their specialized team and within an hour they had been ripped from one case and moved to another.
Their replacements had landed in the safety zone to relieve Steve and Ari, the two of which had been pulled directly into their top boss’ office.
“She’s 22,” Steve cursed and slammed the file against the desk, stalking around the desk and turning sharply to lean against the edge, “witnessed a high-profile murder on her way to the apartment from university. A hell of a thing.”
Ari drew in a puff and held it in his mouth for a moment before slowly exhaling, the dart between his fingertips glowing at the burning butt. He didn’t speak until he leaned forward and tapped the edge against the ashtray.
The pile of ah had been growing and he had been putting off dumping the tray in the trash like he should have, although he knew that he would eventually have to clean the glass. As he sat back, Ari finally addressed his brother.
“Wrong place at the wrong time,” Ari drew his gaze away from the ashtray and the file he had been pouring over, watching Steve tap his fingers against the edge of the wood, “22 is a hell of an age to have this kind of target on her head.”
“Fucking animal.” Steve cursed and momentarily twitched as if he could still feel Sister Mary’s switch against his knuckles, a repeated punishment they had all received from catholic school.
Their ma attempted to straighten out the triplets’ boyish and troublesome nature if only the switches and the punishments had worked.
“He’s carved men twice as big and tough, this girl-“ Ari lifted a picture of the woman they were assigned to protect and hide away, his captivating gaze studying every inch of the image in his hand, his lips forming a deep frown.
You were enrolled in a bachelor of music and composition course, and almost finished your degree with just over a year to go.
You had been kept late at campus while helping a friend create a composition that was going to be recorded for a final grade. You stayed behind because he asked you to and when it had come time for you to walk home to your apartment, you denied his offer for an Uber or an escort home.
You claimed you didn’t have long to go, and you didn’t. It should’ve been uneventful, it should’ve taken you less than fifteen minutes. Hell, you even had pepper spray in your bag in case something happened. You were, for all intents and purposes, protected one way or another.
And then your roommate asked if you could stop at the drugstore on the way home because she forgot to pick up her prescription and you were close. You were a sweetheart, you wouldn’t have let her suffer so you agreed. You took a detour because she asked you to because she was your friend.
Your errand had almost gone off without a hitch until you stepped out of the drugstore and took a side road, one that would’ve saved you a few minutes. You happened upon the assault, robbery and murder of a high-profile dignitary. The politician was recognizable, even if you weren’t involved in politics in any possible measure you would’ve recognized him.
And you had.
Not only had you recognized the infamous man, but you had also bared witness to him and his partner being robbed, attacked and brutally murdered.
You heard the twisted and sickening gurgle, you had felt the air shift as someone had taken their last breath and another was holding on for dear life.
You listened and you tried to help after coming out of hiding. You were a gentle soul who had called 911, you had waited and done all you could to support the man struggling for his life.
It was a twist of fate, a simple errand that had altered your course in life because you were a good person.
The men you witnessed from your hiding place hadn’t been aware that you were even there watching them, frozen in place and fearful that you had been next. They had killed their political target, and they had later killed the man in the hospital room. They thought they had eliminated every witness, however, they were innately wrong.
You were the only living and breathing person who could attest to their horrible acts, and that had placed a detrimental target upon your head. Once it was found out that there was a living witness, your life would be on the line and so would the case that was being built against their criminal empire.
With your safety in check, the triplets were called in. Ari Levinson, Andy Barber and Steve Rogers had all worked for the Witness Protection Program, triplets who had given themselves different last names in order to add another layer of personal protection.
Ari and Steve were the best the WPP had for agents.
The two of them were ex-navy SEALs, two men who were battle-hardened and incredibly skilled with as many weapons as they could get their hands on. They had taken every opportunity given to them to become deadly soldiers hellbent on protecting those that needed them most.
They had become out of the brotherhood and deadly them that had encroached upon some of the most terrifying and deadly missions that were thrown at their squad. They had served and served their purpose well, and only after retirement had they continued to do good with another agency.
Andy had chosen to go to law school instead of joining the military like his brothers had, choosing to take the avenue of criminal prosecution and the courts. His intent was just as noble as Steve and Ari’s, he had felt that drive and need to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves.
It was after he had graduated from law school, becoming more seasoned as a lawyer, that the three of them joined the program.
“-she’s safe. Andy is with her getting more details about that night. They’re waiting to hear just like we are, we need confirmation that the safe house and all the documents are ready.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest before he turned his head, gazing at the clock hanging off the wall.
They were called to their director’s office and told to bring what they needed for a long-term stay with no foreseeable end date.
They had been ripped off one case, set upon another and given little detail as to where they were going or what the game plan was. Even with the files they had read, and what they had been told, there was still so much hidden from them.
“Orders.” The door to the office opened, and one of their team members entered with a manila envelope for each of them, closing and locking the door behind herself. “Star witness is ready for transport and you two have gotten your alibis.”
“Married?” Steve exclaimed in surprise, turning over the fake IDs, the faux passports and two sets of keys. “This is the ploy?”
“You’re headed for an isolated, almost self-contained town in the middle of nowhere. You got married last year and are seeking relocation to escape the rush of the big city, you’re wanting to settle down somewhere quiet to raise a family. Ari is gonna be foreman with local lumber yard, Steve you’ll be working from home as an online editor, both of you are skilled with your hands.”
“And Y/N?” Ari had reached for the cigarettes to his left, flipping open the lid of the box to grab a white filtered dart, his fingertips grasping the end as he yanked it out.
“She has to be with one of you at all times. If she’s not with Steve at home, she’s with you at the lumberyard.” The agent and their longtime friend had come to rest her hands on her hips, watching the two men as they thumbed through the envelope they were given, looking at the necessary paperwork for their new lives.
“Where does Andy fit in?”
“This town you’re going to,” the agent drew in a breath and huffed it out in a short burst, “the entire town is made of polyamorous units. It’s the perfect cover for having three men living with or visiting her. No one would bat an eye at having a young polyamorous family like the one you’re acting as-“
“Polyamory? Won’t that attract more attention from these sick fucks?” Steve raised an eyebrow, gaze flitting toward Ari.
“There’s more of them out there than you think. Besides, the world is a big place and there’s a lot of rumours that she headed into Europe.” With a final look at the marriage certificate, the drivers licenses, fake passports, housing deeds, the story had been set.
“Andy travels for work, he spends more time away than home. Long stints abroad, a week here and there at home.”
The question that hadn’t been asked had received an answer and then their friend and agent nodded her head. “Let’s get you boys some wedding rings and get you settled at home.”
“And where’s our young bride?” Ari questioned, shoving his paperwork back in the envelope.
“With her third husband, waiting for you two. Let’s go.”
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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hi, my love! I’m okay, how are you? x
of course, request away!💗//
I'm good, thanks 🥰
So, i really loved the kinkoctober's fic, i think read them like a thousand times 🫣 (they're too good, sorry 😅)
I would like to have one with an innocent reader, a lot of praises (like 'my good girl' or 'you're doing so well') and maybe if he can call reader Bunny (like 'my beautiful bunny' or 'my little bunny'), also i'm really short (150 cm 😬) so maybe a little bit of size kink too? I love read about how tiny she is compared to her man 🫣
I'm an Ari's girl, so maybe with him? Or Ransom, if he inspire you more
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hey honey! don't be sorry, hehe. I hope you like what I wrote, and thank you, @lokiandbuckysdoll, for supporting me again on kofi. I love you both!
summary - you get fucked by your large man in the kitchen.
warning - smut, size difference, bunny, daddy kink, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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Ari couldn’t believe how tiny you were compared to him. You were so small that he could just pick you up and put you in his pocket or toss you around like a ragdoll as he fucks his way into you. Ari remembered how the morning had started. He had woken harder than ever after having a very steamy dream about you. Instead of using his hand to relieve himself, Ari had gotten up and walked out of the room, entering the kitchen where you stood naked in your cute little cherry apron. He felt his tip leak with pre-cum, a growl escaping him before he pounced. Grabbing hold of the back of your neck as he pushes you into the counter, lining his thick cockhead with your sopping cunt before piercing deep inside of you. 
He ensured the stove was turned off, cock still nestled deep inside you, and your pathetic whimpers filled the quiet room. Ari grunted as he felt your walls squeeze and spasm around him, your tiny little hole being stretched wide by his massive member. “Jesus, bunny. You wanna relax for daddy? You’re going to cut my dick off with how tight you are.” Your tiny hands try and grip the edge of the counter, your feet barely touching the ground with how high you are, only the tips of your toes barely graze the tile. Ari’s hands begin to feel you up, rubbing your sides and gripping your hips as he begins to move, thrusting deep and slow into you, growling as you squeeze him. Ari leans over you, feeling his cock twitch at the size difference, his breath hitting your ear as he grunts. “You’re my good little bunny, aren’t you?” You whimper into the cold marble, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words and the feel of his cock splitting you open from the inside, your tiny body shaking against his large one.
You rapidly nod, blinking away the fat tears brimming your eyes, your plump bottom lip going between your lips at the mix of pain and pleasure blossoming inside you. “I–I am! I your good little bunny!” You whine, barely being able to speak the words properly as he continues to thrust deep into you, your mind plunging deeper into a fuzzy state. “D–Daddy!” His sizeable hairy arm comes around and locks around your throat, pulling you up and flush against his thick hairy chest. He groans, pressing his head into your hair and placing a soft kiss before picking up his pace, thrusting faster, his heavy sacks slapping against your puffy clit.
“What’s wrong, my little bunny? Are you going dumb already? Daddy’s cock too good?” He chuckles as you whimper, clawing at his large arm. His cock twitches as he notices how tiny your hands are compared to his arm. He digs his feet into the ground as he propels harder and faster into you, feeling his end approaching. Ari's hand goes down and finds your puffy little clit, flicking and rubbing it. Grunts and groans escape him as you squirm, your walls pulsating and squeezing around his thick base. “It’s okay, bunny. You’re such a good girl. Let go for me.” Soft little moans leave you, feeling your core tighten, and your vision becomes white. “Cum for me, bunny. Cum.” Your head rolls back, and your juices squirt out of you, covering the large man behind you and the kitchen counter before your body begins to sag, your head flopping forward, and your walls continue to send waves around Ari’s cock. 
His thrusts become sloppy, and his balls tighten as his cock twitches, filling your little cunt with thick ropes of cum as he finishes inside you. Ari groans, holding you close to him as cum continues to shoot out of him, overflowing, dripping onto the counter and the kitchen floor. Ari presses a kiss into your hair, breathing heavily as his high comes down. “My beautiful little bunny, you did so well for daddy.”
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mavsstar · 10 months
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𝑀𝑦 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑃𝑒𝑎
Summary ︱Mr. Levinson lives right next door to you, the sweet, innocent college girl. Little do you know that you're Mr. Levinson's favorite neighbor. He's there every chance you need the slightest of help, maybe a little too much.
Pairings︱Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Innocent!Fem!Reader, Robert Pronge x Innocent!Fem!Reader
W.C︱4k
Warnings︱18+ MINORS DNI, Trailer Park AU, it's pretty tame for right now, pet names (Sweet Pea),cursing, reader is scared of Pronge, masturbation (m!) and I think that is all the warnings. Let me know if I missed any!
Author's note︱I am very excited for this series :) This is set around the 90s just because I feel like it fits better with the idea I have going on in my head. It has been awhile since I've written anything so I'm hoping it's not too terrible. I hope you will enjoy this! Feedback is appreciated! Follow my side blog and turn on post notifications :D
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“Did you see Mr. Levinson today?” your Mother’s friend, Valerie, asked while wiggling her eyebrows. 
“Nope,” you instantly responded. “Have you?” 
“Already got my dose of that sexy man.” She smirked while winking at you. 
Ari Levinson towered everyone he’s ever met. He stood at a proud 6'6. It was hard to miss the luscious brown locks that fell over his face and the cerulean blue eyes that you could never find your way out of. His beard adorned his jaw and hid the pump rose colored lips he held.
Even when he was doused in motor oil and dirt he was still a beautiful man. He was your neighbor and very well known at the trailer park. Ari was a woman’s walking wet dream come to life. 
“He’s already up?” you asked as your eyes bulged out of your head. “It’s like 6 in the morning.” 
“Of course he’s up, he’s having his morning coffee.” 
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Only you would know that stalker.”
“It’s not stalking Y/N, it's called being an astute observer,” she retorted. “That’s besides the point, shouldn’t you be heading out by now?” 
“I should be but…” you started to answer, looking out the window cautiously, “I have a feeling you know who is outside.”
“If you don’t leave now you’ll be late for work which by the way is in 20 minutes,” she reminded you, pointing towards the clock. 
“Please don’t remind me.” You internally groaned as you threw your head back and rubbed your eyes. 
After a few moments you finally decided to lift yourself from the couch and head your way out. Goosebumps arose on your arms as you opened the front door. You hated this kind of weather, you couldn’t be without a sweater in the morning but by 3pm you’d be sweating like a dog. You shrugged on your brother's jacket, not bothering to zip it up and closed the front door.
Just as you predicted, the person you dreaded seeing most was standing right outside, Mr. Pronge. 
Robert Pronge was your neighbor and lived right across from you. Ever since you moved in he formed the bad habit of staring at you and hitting on you like there’s no tomorrow. From what you heard he was a sick sadistic bastard who liked to torture girls with pleasure. He’s had many lovers enter the trailer but seemingly none of them come back.  
You didn’t like the way he makes you feel. It felt like a hungry lion stalking its predator, ready to pounce at any moment’s notice. At the same time you couldn’t help but feel hot. Everytime he was near you, your heart raced from the fear and you felt a pulse in between your legs. 
“Morning Princess!” Mr. Pronge called out from his front lawn.
“Good morning Mr. Pronge!” You greeted back but only to be polite. You tried to avoid looking too much at him and instead looked towards the ground. 
You heard shoes beating against the ground and you prayed with all your heart that it was someone else running. Luck was not on your side that morning. When you looked up it was the one and only Mr. Pronge. 
“Where are you going Princess?” he asked. His breath was minty fresh even though his appearance would say otherwise. 
“To work,” you bluntly replied, trying to open your car door. 
“Aw Princess, don’t be like that,” he cooed. Once you did get your car door open, he immediately slammed it closed, almost smashing your finger in the process. “I’ll give you a ride. Come on, let's go.” 
“I appreciate the offer Mr. Pronge but I can take myself,” you insisted while attempting to reopen your car door. 
“Princess…” he warningly said.
Mr. Pronge didn’t like it when people told him no. The word no did not exist in his world. 
“I said I’ll give you a ride.” 
“Leave her alone Robert!” Ari yelled from his porch, causing the both of you to turn around. “She’s probably late for work!” 
Mr. Pronge sighed as he stepped back in defeat. “I’ll take you next time Princess.” 
You internally groaned at his comment. He could never leave you alone. Every morning he would play this game with you. On the bright side, you were one of the very few people allowed to tell him no and get away with it. 
“Thank you Mr. Levinson!” you yelled as you got in the car. 
“Anytime!” Ari walked over to Robert after you drove off. Though his eyes never peeled off from you the entire time. 
“You’re always in my way,” Robert playfully commented. 
Ari chuckled at the jab. Ari always had to save you from him every morning without fail. “Rob, how many times have I told you to leave the poor girl alone?” He asked as he brought his cup of coffee to his lips. 
“I will never leave her alone,” he answered with a proud smirk. “Not until I make her mine.” 
“Oh please! You’re old!” Ari jabbed at him. “She’s going to want a hot 20 year old guy not some 40 year old.” 
“Her father was not present in her life.” 
“What does that have to do with anything?!” Ari asked, confused at Robert’s statement.
“The girl has major daddy issues, Ari,” Robert said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “All I gotta do is caress her a bit, say sweet nothings in her ear and bam! She will fall in love with me.”
“Do that and she will call the cops on you.” 
“I’d like to see her try,” Robert remarked as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Besides, why do you care?” 
“Because her mother is really starting to get concerned and-” 
“Oh that's why you’re concerned!” Robert hooted. “You want to fuck the mom!” 
“I do not want to have sex with her mom,” Ari declared with a serious tone. “The woman is stressed enough and I feel bad for her and I feel bad for the girl. I see her peek her head out of the door every morning to avoid you.” 
“Ari?” 
“Yes Rob?” 
“Mind your business.” 
The following morning was the same dreadful routine. You were trying to stall, not wanting to face Mr. Pronge though you knew he would be there. He always was. Even when you would try to leave at an earlier time. It’s like he would sleep there and wait for you. 
 Your mother shoved your car keys in your hand. “Sweetie, you need to go now before you’re late.”
“But what if he’s out there?” you asked with a slight hint of fear. 
“Is he still bothering you?!” she questioned, her overprotectiveness coming out. “I’ve had enough, I’m going out there.” 
“No! No! No!” you instantly said, jolting your hands out to stop her from taking another step. “Please don’t say anything. Mom please!” 
Your pleads were granted. She stayed still as she squinted at the window, sending a silent threat to Mr. Pronge.
“Fine,” she said. “But If I hear or even get the feeling, I’m going to rip his nutsack and his stupid smirk off of him.” 
“Wow,” you said with your eyes bulging out in shock.
“Sweetie, you’re too nice and a little bit–how can I put this?” she sarcastically questioned herself as she tilted her head to the side. “Oh yeah, you’re naive.” 
“I am not naive,” you muttered under your breath, offended. 
“Yes you are,” she said as she was walking out of the living room. “Now go to work!” 
You grabbed your bag from the couch and swung it over your shoulder. Your hand went on the doorknob, turning it to open the door. You peek your head out to see if you’re one and only was out there waiting for you. 
“He’s not there Sweet Pea!” Ari exclaimed. “You’re safe, you can come out!” 
“Thanks!” you yelled from the door, fully stepping out. You confidently walked over to your car, happy Mr. Pronge wasn’t outside to terrorize you. Your happiness was soon cut off when you saw a complete flat tire. 
“Dang it!” you cursed to yourself. You peered down at your watch, it was 6:41 A.M. You were trying to calculate how much time it would take to go on the bus and you heard the dreadful sound of boots hitting the road. 
“Oh no,” you internally whined. 
“Got a flat, Princess?” Mr. Pronge sarcastically asked. “I’ll give you a ride.”
Ari quickly stepped in. “Robert no.” You didn’t even hear him walk over to you. You looked at Ari in shock and sent a cry for help at the same time. “Leave her alone.” 
“She needs a ride, I’m giving her a ride. What is the problem?” he challenged, taking a step closer to him. 
“You’re not taking her.” 
Robert straightened his back and puffed his chest out. “And why not?” 
“Because I’m taking her. She was just getting something from her car.” Ari grabbed your bag from your hand and placed his hand on your lower back. “Lets go Sweet Pea,” he said as he guided you to his car, opening the door for you and handing you back your bag. 
Robert stood in shock. Ari was taking you. And you let him. Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed, he was just wondering how he did it. That lucky bastard. 
The inside of his truck was bigger than you ever imagined. It was dirty and there were oil stains everywhere you looked. Wrenches were scattered across the floor along with bolts and lug nuts. The only thing that was almost impeccable was the air freshener hanging off the rearview mirror but there were five oil stained fingerprints on it.
“Thank you for the ride Mr. Levinson, you didn’t have to take me. I could've taken the bus.” 
“Don’t even mention it Sweet Pea,” Ari said. “Plus I don’t think you wanted to ride with Rob now did you?” 
“No,” you answered as you shook your head. “He scares me.” 
“He scares you?” Ari repeated, barely shocked. 
“Mhm,” you confirmed with a small hum. “He’s really big and mean. Everyone says he’s the nicest to me and if that’s true I don’t want to see him when he’s mad.” 
“It’s true, he’s the nicest to you.” Ari found it weird when Robert wouldn’t constantly yell at you like he did with other people but he can see why. You’re the sweetest thing ever.
“Is that all?” 
“Mr. Pronge used to bring women and–and they would come out screaming and crying. It frightened me.” 
Robert used to bring women over all the time. They wouldn’t last for too long. They would run out of the house screaming all kinds of profanities after 3 weeks. You’ll never forget the moment a woman came to your house and asked if you had anything sharp. You gave her one of the knives from the kitchen. 5 minutes later the word asshole was embedded on the side of his car in big, bold letters. 
You’ll also never forget the time another woman came to your trailer. She screamed while she banged on the door like a madman. When you opened the door she had red hand prints on her body and a barely carved ‘R’ on her exposed hip. She asked you to hide her because he was coming. Sure enough a minute later Mr. Pronge came, demanding you to show him where she was hiding. Luckily your brother was there to kick him out.
He could see why you were scared. Hell even that scared him a couple of times. For some reason Ari didn’t like the thought of you being scared. Hell, he could barely deal with the fact how uncomfortable Mr. Pronge made you. 
When you approached the building Ari parked the car and exited out, lightly jogging over to your side and opening your door for you. He held out his hand to you to help you out of the truck, your hand delicately gripped his and he could feel the rush of dopamine releasing in his body. 
“Thank you again Mr. Levinson!” you beamed with a bright smile. You raised yourself on your tippy toes and slightly bounced to place a thank you kiss on his cheek. 
An unexplainable warmth rushed through him. The action was short and sweet but it made him feel weak in the knees. He would get cheek kisses from women quite a lot but it never felt like this. 
“Anytime Sweet Pea.” He felt himself staring at your eyes for a little bit too long. He forced himself to look anywhere else for a brief second, making sure you didn’t grow uncomfortable. “What time do you want me to pick you up?” 
“Oh it’s okay Mr. Levinson, I can take the bus or have my brother pick me up.” 
“Are you sure?” he asked you again. 
You nodded your head. “Thank you again! You’re a lifesaver.” 
“Don’t even mention it,” he waves off. 
You muttered a small goodbye to Mr. Levinson before taking off into the diner. He watched you go in with a small smile on his face.
 Even though this was your first real interaction, he knew he wasn’t going to get enough of you. You were the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. The whole way back he thought of you. You were like a deadly plague in his mind. A beautiful, rose scented, warm plague. 
Luckily your brother was able to pick you up after he got off of work. The next bus was going to come within another hour. When your brother picked you up, he was agitated. 
“What happened to your tire?” your older brother asked, not amused at all.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I went outside this morning and it had a flat.” 
“I helped Mr. Levinson changed the tire, it had 4 nails,” he said in a matter of fact one. “4.” he repeated as he held four fingers in the air. 
“I’m sorry,” you weakly apologized. 
“You need to pay more attention where you’re driving.”  
“I didn’t mean to drive over the nails. There weren’t even any when I drove yesterday!” you protested. “I only drove to the library which is 2 minutes away.” 
“So they magically appeared?” he sarcastically asked. “Just pay attention please.” 
“I will.” 
“You left your bus pass on the table this morning. How did you get to work? ” he questioned you. “Mr. Pronge didn’t take you, did he?” He turned to glance at you with a worried look. 
“No, Mr. Levinson did,” you told your brother.
“Did you make it on time?” He quickly glanced at you again, “because you are horrible at giving directions.” 
“Hey!” you barked at him. “I am not horrible at giving directions.” 
“Yes you are.” 
“Well lucky for me I didn’t even have to tell him, he already knew where to go,” you responded, “sure did save me the hassle.” 
“Did you thank him?” 
“Of course I did, I’m not rude,” you responded, half hurt he would think that of you. 
The rest of the ride was short but your brother took the remaining 4 minute drive to lecture you once again to pay attention. You tried to zone him out but he would snap at you, telling you to listen. You knew he did it to annoy you, it was simply too easy to annoy you. 
When you arrived at home, you jumped out of the car to look at the tire. Sure you had no idea what you were even looking at but it never hurt. You bent down to look at it and you noticed one thing. It wasn’t patched up like before. It was brand new. 
“Are you coming in?” your brother asked you. 
You turned to look at him. “Yeah, I just have to do something really quick.” 
“Don’t take too long, I’ll be done cooking in 10 minutes.” 
“I promise,” you told him before he went inside. 
You took out a sticky note, a pen and 50 dollars that took you 4 days to earn. You used the hood of your car as a desk and wrote a sweet but short thank you on the sticky note. Afterwards you walked over to his house and placed it under the surprisingly alive flower pot he had on his front porch. 
The both of you didn’t see each other for almost 2 days. You got overwhelmed with work that you barely were in the house. It wasn’t until Ari caught you late at the laundromat. 
“Sweet Pea?”
You turned around at the sound of your name. “Oh hi Mr. Levinson,” you greeted him with a huge smile. 
“What are you doing here so late?” he asked you though he could barely pay any attention to you at the moment. You wore a thin pastel pink cardigan with a pearly white nightgown that had a bow at the valley of your breasts.
“I forgot to do my laundry this morning and I didn’t have time so I came here after work,” you told him. 
“Isn’t it a little late to be working?” he questioned you. 
“I’ve been picking up other shifts at work,” you said, “it doesn’t help having the extra money.” 
“Speaking of money,” he began to say as he took out the fifty you gave him from his front pocket of his flannel, “you left this on my porch.” 
“Yeah it’s for you,” you innocently said, “I noticed the tire is brand new and I’m 90% sure my brother forgot to pay you.” 
“It’s your money, I’m not taking it. Here.” He passed the money back to you but you refused. 
“Keep it, you changed my tire and I’m paying you for your service.” 
“I really can’t—” 
“Please,” you begged him with puppy eyes. 
You pulled at his heartstrings. It agonized him, he didn’t want to take your money but he also didn’t want to make you sad. But he kept it anyway and stuffed it back into the front pocket of his flannel. 
“What are you doing here so late?” you asked him as you bent down and took out your now dry clothes. 
His eyes peered down for a quick second and he saw the nightgown riding up, revealing your baby blue panties. His throat went dry and he fought hard to keep his gaze up but it found itself looking back down. 
“I–I realized I forgot to wash my work clothes.” 
“I hate when that happens.” You came back up after you pulled out the last piece of clothing. “Then I’m stuck getting yelled at by the manager when I come in with the wrong clothes.” 
Ari chuckled to avoid an awkward silence. Really it was to refrain himself from stuttering or making a fool out of himself. In his head he wanted to compliment you and how pretty your nightgown was but the words wouldn’t leave the tip of his tongue. 
He took a deep breath before he spoke. “You look pretty in your nightgown,” he quickly muttered out. 
Your eyes lit up at his compliment. “Thank you Mr. Levinson. It’s pretty but I don’t think I’ll keep it.” 
“Why’s that?” 
“It always rides up and by morning it’s all the way up here,” you pointed to your upper stomach.
Oh what he would give to be a fly in the room in the morning. He quickly changed the conversation, it was obvious you were too oblivious to what you were doing to him. Your sweet voice and innocence were driving him insane but he loved it, he secretly wanted more. 
The both of you left the laundromat 40 minutes later. He insisted on carrying your basket for you. You both walked side by side. You were busy trying to keep up with him while he was busy looking down at your breasts. 
“Thank you for carrying my basket Mr. Levinson,” you thanked him as you took your basket from him when you got to your front porch.
“Anytime Sweet Pea.”
You kissed his cheek once again to seal your thank you. “Sweet dreams Mr. Levinson.”
“Sweet dreams honey,” he repeated to you. 
Ari was in a rush to get back to his trailer but a dear beloved friend was waiting for him. 
“Well would you look at that?” Robert sarcastically asked him. “She gave you a kiss on the cheek.” 
“Not now Robert,” Ari pleaded, dying to get back into his place. 
“What’s the big rush to get back home?” Robert crossed his arms as he smirked, “I see you’re sporting a hard on. Surely it can’t be because of her. Right?” 
“Oh shut your trap.” 
“It is, isn't it?!” he gawked. 
“No it’s not!” Ari protested. 
“Oh really?” Robert Challenged as he squinted his eyes.
“I was about to get lucky with Kim before she came into the laundromat and interrupted us,” Ari quickly lied. 
“So you waited for her to be done then walked her back?” Robert questioned Ari. 
“Of course I did,” he scoffed, “otherwise she would’ve ran into you. Not to mention she’s terrified of you, fuckin’ creep.” 
“Whatever. She wants me, I know it,” Robert boasted. 
“Yeah in jail.” 
Robert rolled his eyes and walked back to his trailer while Ari walked back into his. He immediately locked the door behind him and dropped the basket on the floor. 
“Oh thank god,” Ari hissed as he unzipped his painfully tight pants. 
His cock was rock hard and had been for the past 20 minutes. The pants barely gave him any friction and if anything, made it worse. He palmed himself through his boxers and moaned in relief. 
All he can think about is you in the short nightgown and how he’s never been this hard before. Sure he’s been turned on but it was nothing compared to this. It was like he was a horny spazzy teenager all over again. 
He freed his cock from his boxers and sharply inhaled at the impact of the cold air. The tip of his cock was bright red and oozing with precum. He used his thumb to spread his precum and use it as lube.  
His eyes screwed shut in bliss when he began pumping up and down. He tried to think of the porn he watched three days ago but instead you kept popping up. He imagined you being here with him, helping him out. 
“Does that hurt?” you ask him as you point to his angry, leaking cock. 
“It does Sweet Pea,” he rasped out. 
“Was it because of me?” you innocently ask him as you bat your lashes. 
“Yes,” he admits. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you apologize to him. “Let me help you,” you tell him as you take his cock into your tiny, warm hand. 
“Oh Sweet Pea,” he moans out. 
“You’re s-so bi-big,” you sputter out, slowly pumping him up and down. “Does that feel better?”
He doesn’t have the strength to talk so instead he nods eagerly. “G-Go a little bit faster.”
You obey him and start pumping faster. His moans fill the room as he gets lost in the pleasure you’re giving him. Your hand is cramping but you don’t care, anything to make him feel good. 
“Sweet Pea, I-I’m about to cum,” he warns you. 
You get down on your knees while you still pump him. “Let it all go,” you seductively say as you open your mouth. 
Ari was brought back to reality when his high overtook him and he orgasmed. It was so intense his thighs started to shake. He continued pumping and pumping until he got too sensitive he had to stop.
He stood there with his cum dripping down his hand and secretly wishing you were there to help clean it all up. The realization had hit him hard, he needed you.
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dungeonpuppykai · 1 month
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Summary: You secretly go to a party mid exam season and your friend forgets to exclude Ari, your responsible senior boyfriend, from their social media stories. To make things worse, said party is at his rival, Ransom Drysdale's house, who unbeknownst to you, ends up posting a picture of you two together.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Ari Levinson. This will be a mature story so browse at your own discretion. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Spanking, groping, punishment, protective!Ari, possessive!Ari Daddy kink, ddlg vibes, fingers, orgasm denial, p-in-v, cock warming, slight angst because we are being responsible for once.
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 9 months
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a/n: this is a prequel to my story the murder at evergreen university. if you haven’t yet, then i highly recommend you to go read that one first. 
summary: “were you really always this pretty?”
warnings: Ari Levinson x reader, smut, prequel to this story (so beware that it does contain some spoilers), childhood friends to lovers, neighbours, family friend!Ari, cop!Ari, shy!reader, virgin!reader, slight age gap (in my head reader is 18 and ari is in his mid 20's), pining, cheating, kissing, loss of virginity, corruption kink, size kink, fingering, penetrative sex, protected sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, manhandling
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After rifling through your closet from top to bottom, you finally gave up on the wild goose chase and stormed out of your room. 
“Hey mom?” you called out as you neared the kitchen, “have you seen my cardigan? The grey one with the-,” your whole body froze as you crossed the threshold and saw the unexpected figure leaning against the kitchen island, “oh my god…” 
“Y/n,” your mother smile, setting down her mug of amber tea, “look who stopped by for a visit,” gesturing to not only the accustomed visage of Mrs Levinson, who had always been more of an aunt to you than a next door neighbour with how tight-knit your families were, but more specifically focusing your attention on the other much more surprising visage that instantly made the sweater hunt become a task of the past. 
“Ari?” the warm sound of his name gushed out of you and spread over every inch of your form, causing goosebumps to erupt as your eyes raked across his brawny figure, “what are you doing here?” you darted to steal a hug, nearly tripping his bulky frame over in the process. 
Curiously, he too seemed taken aback by your appearance, almost as if he hadn’t quite recognised you till your mom had called you by your name. 
Completely stunned, it took a moment before his tree trunk-like arms hesitantly enclosed around your form, “Y/n?” you pulled back and took in his speechless expression, “um, hi,” he exhaled hazily, vibrant eyes dancing over every change that had appeared since you last saw each other. 
“You could have called first,” you light-heartedly shoved his broad chest, his warm palms still glued to your waist, “give a girl some warning.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled in return, “I didn’t know going home to visit my own parents required an official warning or something.”
“Sweetie,” your mom ripped your attention back to the task at hand, “I think you might have left that cardigan out back.”
“Oh, thanks!” you smiled before snatching up one of Ari’s hands and stealing him with you. His palm felt so big in yours, so warm and wide, engulfing yours completely. Dragging him along, you quickly became thankful that he couldn’t spot the flush the buzzing contact caused to erupt across your cheeks. “So,” you hesitantly let go as your toes touched the freshly cut blades of grass, “how have you been?”
Sucking in a much-needed breath, he answered, “I’ve been fine, I’ve been good.”
“Arrested a lot of criminals lately? Anything cool? A serial killer maybe?” you asked excitedly as your eyes scanned the garden, searching everywhere from the raised patio to the majestic oak in the bottom corner that accommodated a treehouse worthy of any child’s dream. 
“No, no,” he chortled, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “no serial killers, just everyday boring stuff, you know…”
A giddy squeal emitted from your lungs as you finally spotted the lightweight, crumbled, grey knit draped over one of the white chairs slotted to the oblong patio table.
“So, what about you, huh?” Ari asked as you sloppily tied the cardigan around your hips, the rays of sun kissing your exposed skin warmed you up enough not to need it out here. 
“Have I arrested any serial killers lately?” you jested. 
“No,” he smiled, “what’s new with you?”
“Well, my mom properly already told you,” a bubble of excitement tickled your belly at the news, “but I got into Evergreen University.”
“No way, really?” he exclaimed, both of you naturally shifting to continue the conversation seated. 
“Yeah, I start in a little under two months.”
“Is it still psychology that you wanna study or has that changed?” 
“No, it’s still that,” his recollection caused your smile to grow, though in that moment it also dawned on you how intensely he was staring, absorbing every micro change to your features, and heat began to rise in your cheeks, “what?”
Not halting his vision’s lavish journey, he hummed, “huh?”
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
“No, it’s just-…” his words came out sounding spellbound, “did you always look like this?”
“Um…” you genuinely thought about it a moment, scrambling your brain for a logical answer, “I got a haircut about a month ago, maybe that’s it?” 
“No,” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his piercing gaze carried on, “it’s definitely not that…”
Positively flustered, you awkwardly changed the subject, “so, uh, do you maybe wanna do something fun while you're home?” shifting in your seat as you proposed, “we could go to the beach or something, like we used to.”
“Sure, I’d love that,” he uttered genuinely.  
“Cool,” you gracelessly nodded.  
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Your attention directed to the fluffy, sheep-like clouds got swept away as a figure appeared in the window opposing to the one in your bedroom. All of the air escaped your lungs as your eyes did a double take on the glistening visage closing the bathroom door behind him into his own childhood room. 
To say that you were pleased that your childhood crush had returned was an understatement, to say the least. 
Fresh out of the shower, there he emerged. White towel wrapped low around his hips, you could almost make out the water droplets still clinging to his brawny back as he yanked open a few drawers in his dresser in search of a crisp set of clothing. 
Cursing softly underneath your breath, your jaw hit the floor as he, with his back still turned to you, let the towel fall before stepping into a pair of black boxers. Rotating gently as he tugged the underwear up into place, you swore you saw just the hint of the part of him that made your centre throb most of all, though you had to lean on your overactive imagination to fill out the rest of the masterpiece. 
Dreamy head cocked to the side as you peep, it took you a second to realise that he was now facing the window, facing you. Not taking a moment to even check if he actually had spotted you, your knees instinctually buckled and sent you soaring down towards the floor, your hands just narrowly catching onto the windowsill for support. 
“Hey, honey?” the voice of your mother shot through the house to find your flushed ears, “can you give me a hand setting the table? The Levinsons will be over in a bit!”
“Y-yeah! Yeah!” you shakily replied, cautiously unfurling from the tense ball you had become underneath your window, “I’ll be right there!” 
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Mild evening air rustling your hair, you dangled your sandal-clad feet over the edge of the slim deck area that wrapped around the western side of the treehouse. With a part of the fence safely slotted in between your thighs, your eyes were busy raking across the blushing skies that stretched over your neighbourhood as a voice from below suddenly caught your attention. 
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” your vision flickered down to spot Ari at the base, ready with one hand on the sturdy ladder, the other one dexterously balanced two frosty cones as he offered, “might I interest you in some ice cream?”
The sinful peepshow you had caught earlier that day had made casually sitting across from him at dinner rather overwhelming, both your families' presents not helping to make it less awkward. So as soon as you’d scarfed down your last bite, you excused yourself and ducked up into the treehouse, in hopes of a chance to finally cool down.
“How is that even a question?” you called down, watching as he carefully made his way up the tree. 
“Okay,” he exhaled as he settled in beside you, his warm leg ghosting against your own and causing goosebumps to erupt underneath your dress, “so, I’ve got one strawberry and one that’s-,” you didn’t need an introduction to deduct that the other one was exactly the rich chocolate one you always gravitated towards. Snatching it up with an eager squeal before he could even get the words out, he simply laughed, “oh, you’re just going right for it. I don’t know why I even bothered to offer you a choice,” watching as you hummed in delight, the frosty treat being just what you had wanted. Having a nibble at his own, he twisted his torso slightly and took in the familiar playground, “man… this place really hasn’t changed one bit.”
Peaking over your shoulder as well, you shrugged, “of course not,” his attention jaggedly returned to you as your tongue swiped out to lap up the coco droplets already melting down your hand, “this is our place, remember?” 
“Yeah, I remember,” he uttered distantly, a warm smile blooming on his lips at the memories of the favoured game back when he used to babysit you, “our little kingdom. What was the name of it again?”
“Uh, it was-, it was…” you scrambled your brain with no success, “I actually don’t remember anymore,” you squinted back at him, too wrapped up in your own thought to feel your ice cream melt further down your forearm, “I feel like it might have started with an E or something?” eyes growing wide, your body suddenly froze up as Ari’s forefinger unexpectedly reached out and swiped up the thawed treat, cleaning the milky streek and bringing it back up to his own lips. “D-do you want a taste?” you blinked, chest heaving as you hesitantly offered your flavour, his intense gaze melting you faster than the ice cream could even keep up with. 
Eyes locked on you, he uttered, “I still can’t believe you haven’t got yourself a boyfriend.”
“What?” you giggled breathily, the subject haven come up rather quickly after his yearned for return. 
“I mean, look at you,” you felt your palm grow clammy around the cold cone at his affectionate words, “were you really always this pretty?”
Your face surely resembling a tomato at this point, you averted your gaze, “I literally have ice cream all over myself.”
“Y/n, you’re-…” your eyes flickered back up to meet his dusky ones, “it’s just insane to me that there isn’t a line from here till Timbuktu of people trying to get with you.” 
Utterly stunned, you found yourself suddenly leaning in, letting the overwhelming high his compliments infused in you push you to press your lips against his own in a chased and timid kiss. Reeling back practically as soon as there was even a fraction of contact, a storm swiftly assaulted your mind.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you gasped, fighting the urge to scream at your own hormonal instincts getting the best of you, “please just forget that ever-” 
But your mortified apology was hastily cut short as you felt Ari’s free hand find the back of your head and lead it back towards him for a ravenous kiss. It felt like he had just flipped your world upside down, twisted everything you thought was wrong into the truth. In your eyes, there hadn’t ever been anyone but him. Not that you hadn’t tried after he moved away, you had, but no boy you stumbled upon could ever compare to how he made you feel. 
Or how he used to make you feel, because what was coursing through your body now was nothing like you’d ever felt. A kiss had never been so sweet, so hypnotic, so dangerous…
Sensing the cone of ice cream fall from your slackened grasp, the dull sound of it spattering against the grass below ceased to reach your ears. Like a man starved, Ari’s tongue met yours in a flowing dance, your arms timidly coming up to drape around his neck for support as he too tossed his pink ice cream without a care in the world. 
Arms around your form, wide palms nearly burning through the material of your thin dress, he then tipped the both of you to the side, sending you farther away from the edge and further inside the interior of the cosy treehouse. 
Even sprawled out on your sides, his lips never ceased, staying glued to yours in the heated make-out as if it was oxygen to him. Gripping you tight, his broad palms felt you up, causing your toes to curl in your sandals and a muffled moan to vibrate against his lips, a sound that only kindled his inner flame that much further.
In one smooth motion, he rotated your tangled forms, rolling on top of you and with a firm grip at your bottom, just shy beneath your dress, hauled your shorter form further up beneath his, allowing your lips to remain at an equivalent height. 
Fingers digging into your thighs, you clenched them tightly around his hips, lending you to feel even more of the palpable tent that had been so intoxicatingly nudging at your pantie-clad centre, your flowy dress haven already ridden all the way up and granting you to feel that much more.
Mind already two steps ahead of yours, his hips rolled against your own, both of your elated noises melting into one. 
Nevertheless, right as his fingers tore one of your straps down your shoulder, a matronly voice called out from the garden below, “hey, Ari? Hon?” both of you froze up at his mother’s shout, effectively rousing you from your fever dream, “your phone is ringing.”
Breathless, you both blinked back at each other as he mustered an answer, “alright,” his voice thick and his eyes still dark, “I’ll be right down.” 
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How were you ever going to fall asleep? Every single molecule in your body still buzzed of the adrenaline from what had transpired earlier that evening. 
Catching sight of yourself in the mirror that hung on the wall, you couldn’t help but giggle as you still felt your lips tingle in remembrance. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a light flicker on in the neighbouring window parallel to your own. Your breath hitched as you spotted your childhood crush already gazing back at you. 
Raising your hand, you offered him a small wave, one which he swiftly mirrored, the silly notion conjuring a noticeable chuckle to rumble within his chest. 
You still weren’t fully convinced that it had actually happened. Not only had you kissed him, but he had actually kissed you back in such a manner that it was sure to erase any form of doubt about what his intentions might be.
Averting your gaze for what only felt like a moment, your head light-heartedly shaking in disbelief as you blinked down at your nightgown, the material bunched up at your thighs as you sat on the bed, the next thing you knew, the sound of a pebble hitting your window caught your attention. 
Had he climbed out of his own window? Went through a door? You couldn’t tell, because all you could focus on was the dimly lit visage of him coming to rest his folded arms against your windowsill. 
Getting up, you hastily worked at pushing it open, “h-hi,” you giggled nervously, a hand swiftly shooting up to muffle your laugh. 
“Hi,” he smiled, readjusting his grip on the ledge, “can I come in?”
“You wanna come in?” your eyebrows briefly shot up before you attempted a nonchalant, “y-yeah, sure,” your heart hammering against your ribcage at an impossible speed.
Expecting him to walk around to the front door and sneak his way in, he instead just pulled himself up and crawled directly into your room. 
“Hey,” he breathed as he found his footing.
“Hello,” you chuckled back, “you already said that. How many times do you plan on greeting me tonight?”
“As many times as you want me to,” he smirked, carefully catching your hands in his and consequently making your breathing become a little more difficult to manage with such dizzying contact. Staring down at your conjoined palms, he then weaved his fingers with yours and spoke frankly, “so, about earlier…”
“Yeah?” you breathed, trying to prepare yourself for the worst. 
“That was-…” he cut his own sentence off with a long exhale, a fuzzy smile overtaking his features, his head lightly shaking as his eyes finally lifted to meet yours. 
Biting down on your bottom lip, you hoped that you had caught on to the unspoken message, “…it was?” 
Vision flickering down to your bitten lips, he nodded softly and confirmed, “it was,” though the kiss he then pulled you into was really what sealed the deal for your youthful brain. 
“This is crazy,” you managed to utter between hungry pecks. 
“Too crazy?” he pulled back a bit, hands rooted on either side of your head. 
“No, just-…” you felt in that moment as if you could faint, “you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this…”
“Oh, yeah?” he breathed out a smile before softly capturing your lips once more. 
With your hands rooted tightly in his shirt, his hot skin burned through the light cotton, “is this really happening?”
“What do you think is happening?” he challenged playfully, his hands descending, running down your spine. 
“Are we really about to-, you know…” you uttered nervously.  
“Only if you want us to,” he replied, only for your heightened nerves to finally sink in, “wait, have you not-…” cheeks burning up, you shyly shook your head, “ever?”
“No…” you confessed, an automatic, “I’m sorry…” swiftly leaving your timid lips. 
“No, no, that’s alright, that’s okay,” he rushed to reassure you, a hand flying up to cup your flush cheek. 
Searching his eyes in the moonlight, “you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t mind?” your brows furrowed, doubting his unexpectedly copious comfort. 
Attempting to hide a smirk, he disclosed, “actually find it really hot, so no, Y/n, I don’t mind.”
“Oh…” you breathed, eyes growing wide, “okay.”
Watching you gingerly, he checked once more, “but, you do want to?”
“Yes,” the reply flew from your lungs out of fear that he would take it back, “please.”
“Okay,” he smiled softly, pulling you back in, “but please promise that you will tell me if you’ve had enough, wanna slow down, pause, anything,” eyes flickering up to the corner of the ceiling to list off, “kick, scream, whisper, I don’t care how, just let me know, okay?”
Letting your actions do the talking, you reached up and tugged him down to seal it with a kiss, “okay,” you eventually smiled against his own. After stealing a few additional propitious pecks, your hands trekked down his torso, feeling his muscles flex beneath your travelling touch as they eventually came to a halt at the bottom of his shirt, your fingers weaving in the fabric before you pulled back to ask softly, “may I?”
A gentle chuckle fanned out across your features as he promptly raised his arms up enough for you to tug the soft cotton over his head. It was in no way the first time you’d seen him shirtless, but it sure felt like it as the shirt hazily drop from your fingers at the breathtaking sight. 
Running his palms reassuringly down your upper arms, your eyes then flickered between his own and the belt he wore, asking him for permission with your glances. 
When his pants hit the floor, so did your jaw, a reaction in which he couldn’t help but smugly flourish in, your eyes glued to the intimidating tent tight within his black boxers, he adoringly plucked up your speechless face and softened the blow with a kiss that took your breath away.
His lips then began to wander, over your jaw, down your neck, and when your heavy lids blinked open, you saw his towering presence begin to shrink down onto his knees before you. Fingers tightly fisting the flowy fabric of your nightgown, he nuzzled his face into your softness on his slow descent, practically growling as he gently nipped at your covered boobs, inhaling your scent in deeply as his fingers came up to lightly teased the pebbly nipples poking him through the material. 
Slowly exploring your form over your clothes, gazing up at you with his soulful eyes, he soon settled on his knees. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he slowly began to plant fluttering pecks all across your exposed thighs, his palms likewise gently caressing your legs. The comforting contact of his slowly ascending touch soon found the hem of your nightgown, gradually lifting it up and granting his lips the access to dance up towards your hips, the kisses occasionally coming dangerously close to soaked panties, though never quite meeting either. 
Leaning back, one hand held up your sleepwear as he took in the sight of what effect he had on you. Dragging his other over your goosebump-ridden flesh, he then boldly slid a few of the fingers under the strip of your underwear that stretched over your left hip, securely hooking them there before extending his broad thumb and swiping it over the wet patch adoring your panties. 
“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” he asked huskily as your brows knitted together at the pleasure of his teasingly grazing your covered clit, your wayward arms curling up against your chest, unintentionally pressing your tits together for him. 
“N-no,” your breath hitched, eyes fighting to stay open. 
Leaning forward, he placed a gentle peck over your covered slit, your pussy throbbing beneath his kiss as he glanced up to gauge your reaction, “is it okay?” his hot breath fanned across your centre. 
Finding it impossible to speak when he flashed you that look, you simply nodded eagerly and whimpered as his thumb pressed down harder, rolling your swollen pearl over the soaked cotton. 
Growing impatient, though also fearing that he’d make you cum before any of your clothing came off, you fervently lowered your fingers and began to tug your underwear down, Ari swiftly catching on and finishing the job himself.
“Fuck,” he stared, the sight nearly knocking the wind out of him, “you’re incredible…” 
Nerves still growing under his adoring gaze, you found yourself promptly pulling his physique back up, tugging him close enough for your lips to crash against his own out of hope that it could soothe your understandable tensions. 
Fingers still tangled in your nightgown, palming you hungrily through it as your lips ravaged each other’s, your bodies were so close that you nearly climbed him like a tree, though as you then momentarily parted for a breath of much-needed air, he impatiently yanked the shift up over your head and tossed it to the floor where most of his clothing lied in a crumbled pile. 
Plucking you up with surprising ease, you felt as your core soaked his bulge on the short journey to your bed. Cradling you against him as he sat down on the edge, his tongue danced over yours as you settled on his lap, the light night breeze, blowing through the still open window, washed over your nude body, though the mild summer air wasn’t to blame for the shiver that ran down you spine. 
Giving your tits a needy squeeze, he then murmured, “I feel like my eyes have been closed my whole life,” a hushed moan rushed out of him as you rocked your centre against his, the hardness so deliciously nudging against you, “how have I not seen that you’ve been right under my nose this whole time?”
“I was just a kid,” you stated, threading your fingers in his hair, “we both were.”
“Yeah, well you’re sure as fuck not that anymore,” he snaked a hand down between your tangled forms, sighing longingly as your abundant arousal soaked his fingers. “Has no one really ever touched you here before?” he asked you brashly as he strummed your clit, “not even just a little bit?”
“No, never anywhere,” your nose bumped against his, “only ever kissed, but it never felt like this,” your lips grazed his once more, pointing out the spark. 
A sharp gasp left your body as Ari’s middle finger breached your trembling opening after teasingly nudging it for what felt like an eternity. Already being agonisingly fired up before your clothes even hit the floor, now that you felt his thick digit tenderly pumping inside of you, working you up for more of his fingers, as well as his hot breath tickling the rabid pulse clear on your neck, it seemed like an impossible task to stop the crash that was about to transpire.
Broad thumb steady on your puffy clit, he just managed to slide his ring finger in beside the other before your world came tumbling down around you.
Crumbling down, your face nuzzled into his sturdy shoulder as your pussy clenched onto his now motionless fingers for dear life. With his free hand gently stroking up and down your back, he breathed, “you wanna keep going or was that enough?” tilting his chin to plant a soothing peck on your hairline as you regained your breath. 
“More,” your hazy voice vibrated against his skin, “I wanna feel you, I wanna feel all of you.”
“Well, you should probably know that I don’t have any condoms with me,” he reluctantly informed you, “so we can still do a lot of fun stuff, but we properly shouldn’t do everything-,” the rest of his sentence then crumbled as you hastily jumped up and yanked open the small drawer in your bedside table, “what are you doing?”
Pushing aside the books you used as a cover, you picked up a slim, flashy box containing the lacking item in question and showed it to him, “one of my friends gave it to me as a joke for my last birthday,” you explained in an adorably timid manner.
Blinking back at you, he then let out a genuine laugh, the warm and relieved sound rumbling within the room as you felt the sensation of your juices running down your inner thighs.
“You’re so amazing, you know that right?” he bubbled, pulling you back into his arms and capturing your lips in an adoring kiss. 
Hooking the tips of your fingers in the waistband of his boxers as you kissed him back, it took you a second to muster up the courage to tug them off. Peeking down, you swiftly let out a breathy, “oh my god,” as you watched his intimidating girth spring out. Blinking up at him with wide eyes, then back down again, he attempted to swipe the small box from your hands, but you wouldn’t let him, determined to try yourself.  
“You’re not gonna hurt me, baby,” he poked fun at how feathery and careful your touch was as you gingerly rolled the latex on. Gentle pride blossomed on your face in the form of a smile as you successfully finished the task, Ari then promptly scooted you both back further onto the mattress, a manoeuvre that caused your torso to drop down, your back melting into the mattress from the way he had manhandled you into place. 
Resting on his knees with your legs draped over each of his thick thighs, he smiled down at your molten form and yanked your hips closer, “come here,” he uttered hoarsely over the giggle the rollercoaster of a move triggered within you, although the laugh quickly faded away as the hefty weight of his dick in his hand came down to tap your puffy clit.
Watching with heavy lids as a dollop of spit dropped from his lips and down upon your already sodden folds, he then lavishly spread it around your pussy with his hard length, coating the excess over himself. Fucking your petals, parting the mess, and nudging your clit till you were wiggling out of your skin, his hands then slid under your spine and pulled you back up into his lap. 
Hugging your arms around his neck, your eyes never left his as you gently lifted yourself up, one of his burly forearms swiftly scooping under your bottom in support as he dragged the flush head of his cock through your dripping heat, your forehead dropping down against his at the buzzing bliss. 
So slowly that it felt as if time had stopped itself, you sank down, gasping as only the tip stretched you out. 
“Shit,” he uttered quietly, fingertips digging into your ass to control himself from not just slamming you down all the way. Forgetting how to breathe, overwhelmed by what little you had received, by what little you felt brave enough to conquer, you gazed back at him as he whispered, “you feel so good…” sensing your pussy clench around his vast girth at his silky words, your eyes fluttered closed at the intensity, “so fucking warm…” he sloppily planted a few comforting pecks along your flush cheek, “gripping onto me so good…” the hand not under you drifted up to trace the curve of your spine, your lungs jaggedly expanding underneath his palm.
Unhurriedly, your body eventually relaxed and gently began to move, shallowly fucking the very tip of him, even though just that already felt like more than you could handle, the way the bulbous head stretched you out being unimaginable. 
“Oh my god,” you whined as the hand on your back slid around your form, sweetly coming up to brush the wild hair out of your face as he stared deeply into your eyes, “it’s so much!”
“Is it too much?” he asked, burying his face in the swell of your tit.
“I don’t-, I-,” you choked out, incapable of deciphering the correct answer at this staggering moment, “it’s just so much!” blubbering as his lips captured your pebbly nipple, “you’re so much, you’re just so-, oh my god!”
On the verge of cumming again, your hand shot down to rub your clit, his enthusiastic words crashing into you like a wave, “yeah, rub your clit,” grunting as he craned his head to look at the crude vision, “rub it, make yourself cum, come on, I can feel how close you are.”
With lewd moans reverberating off the walls, your body trembled in his grasp as your pussy clamped so tightly that it completely expelled his throbbing tip. Hearing him quietly curse into your ear, you slumped down against his form, your cores still aligned just right for the essence of him to slip back into place, your limps desperately clinging onto his shoulders as you caught your breath.
“This doesn’t even feel like real life,” you mumbled into his skin, the tip of his cock still feeling like a rock inside of you.
Gently tilting your head back, his eyes found your dazed ones as his deep voice washed over you like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night, “it is real life.”
Lip trembling with emotion, you asked, “you promise?”
With the hint of a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, he let his forehead meet yours as he verified softly, “promise,” thumb soothingly sweeping across your cheek, “you need me to pinch you or something just to make sure?” 
Giggling airily at his bad joke, the rumble then swiftly morphed into a hiss as your sensitive cunt consequently contracted around him, “oh fuck, how are you still so big?”
“Uhm,” he chuckled, “I’m sorry?” 
“I just wanna feel all of you,” you whined light-heartedly, “but I don’t know how I’m ever gonna get there because it already feels like you’re all the way up here,” you motioned in the direction of your solar plexus.
You knew that you could technically just let go and sink down, but it felt too much like standing at the end of a diving board, too scared to jump even though you knew you’d be okay, the rush of the drop was just too much and led you to chicken out every time. 
“You really wanna feel the rest?” he asked, readjusting his hold on you.
Staring back into his eyes, you exhaled into a pout, “I do. I really, really do.”
Capturing your lips in a kiss, you then felt the world tilt as Ari dipped you both down until your back hit the mattress. Distracting you with his tongue, dancing it against your own, he abruptly began to move his hips, fluidly thrusting them forward till his pelvis nuzzled against your own. All the air in your lungs was knocked out as his kiss muffled the loud moan you let out.
“There you go,” he smirked down at you, settling his arms on either side of your face, caging you in and declaring him as your entire reality, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 
Incapable of replying in a more eloquent way than just primal moans, your thighs trembled on either side of him as he slowly pulled back out till just the memory of him remained. Brows knitted together, you glanced down to take in the striking sight of his fat girth splitting you apart. 
“Look at how good we look together,” he followed your eye line, strings of your mess keeping his pelvis connected to yours like a carnal spiderweb, even when he slid out, reaching down to briefly glide the underside of him through your sloppy petals, ending by giving your puff a tap so rude that your entire body jumped beneath him, “such a good girl, taking it like a champ,” he buried himself once again, groaning lowly in bliss at the pleasure, “fucking knew you could take it,” he then emphasised each word he uttered next with a merciless thrust, “every god damn inch,” rocking into you so hard that the bed rattled beneath you.
With his dark eyes fixed upon you, absorbing the way your features contorted in ecstasy, the desperate sounds of your wetness were more overbearing than the clapping of skin colliding. 
Sneaking another breathless kiss, he then dipped down and nipped along your neck, “fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, lips wandering up to graze the shell of your ear, “sucking me in so fucking good,” fingers trailing down your quivering form, they dug into your thighs and primally tugged them up, resting your legs upon his sturdy shoulder and bending you in half like a pretzel, “best fucking pussy ever.” 
“A-ari!” you whimpered, completely spellbound by the intense sensation of how impossibly deep he went, shaking under him like a leaf as you felt yourself tumble over the edge again. 
Tilting his head to catch your eyes, watching how hard they fought to stay open, “I know, I know,” he simply murmured, “don’t push me out, I know you’re gonna cum, but please keep me inside, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel you,” not changing his speed one bit as you felt your pussy begin to shower him with love, soaking the sheets below as your cunt choked his cock.
You didn’t even register how obscenely loud you got as the overwhelming orgasm seemed to go on forever, his own selfish efforts in relishing in the sensation did nothing but draw it out even further, his rhythmic thrusts stayed steady till he’d emptied himself in the latex and you had nearly passed out from pleasure. 
Peering up at him through your wispy lashes, tangled in the dewy aftermath, you began to giggle softly.
“What?” he chuckled groggily.
“I-… no, never mind,” you squashed the thought, “it’s silly…” 
“What is it?” his palm slid up against the side of your cheek. 
Vision flickering from one of his eyes to the next, you timidly spoke from the heart, “it's just that my wish came true. I always wanted you to be my first,” an unreadable expression crossed his features at the softness of your confession. He didn’t say anything, simply reached out and kissed you bittersweetly, though your blissed-out antennas didn’t catch onto that detail in the slightest, “you know, Evergreen isn’t too far away from where you work…” 
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You didn’t know what hour you had finally fallen asleep, but apparently, at some point, you had, as you now found yourself stirring from your dreams, soar and a hazy smile still plastered upon your lips. Gliding your hand over the covers in search of your neighbour, you didn’t bump into his form and blinked open your eyes to find that he had gone.
Trying not to freak out, you figured that maybe he didn’t wanna get into a sticky situation if your parents were to spontaneously waltz in at the crack of dawn and had therefore sneaked out. 
Though when you peeked out your window to spy through his it was completely void of any sign of life. Could he unexpectedly have gotten called forcing him back to work or was there another reasonable explanation for his absence?
Shrugging on the minty, terrycloth robe that hung on the knob of your closet door, you strolled out of your door. Entering the kitchen where your mother already sat, she glimpsed up from her newspaper and flashed you a bright smile, “good morning, honey.”
“Morning, mom,” you cracked open a cupboard, seized a glass and held it under the tab which you swiftly turned on. 
“Oh,” she excitedly perked up from behind you, “have you seen what finally came in the mail?” glass full, you turned to see the opened envelope she was referring to, the swirling words that were scribbled upon the cracked open card instantly made you’re your blood run cold and the glass nearly slip out of your grasp, “I still think it’s silly that they actually sent out ours with everyone else’s and didn’t just toss it over the hedge, but sure, I do get that there is something very romantic about sending and receiving wedding invitations in the mail.”
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The Tarzan to my Jane
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PAIRING | Husband!Ari Levinson x Wife!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 3.3K
SUMMARY | You're invited to a Halloween costume party and have tried convincing Ari to wear a couple's costume. He finally gives in but on one condition: he gets to pick the costume, and you cannot say no to whatever he chooses.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (Husband & Wife), age gap (Ari = early to mid 40's, Reader = early to mid 30's), smut (slow, lazy love making, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight orgasm delay, oral (M receiving), cum swallowing), Reader feels insecure, mention of a miscarriage (not explicit), angst.
A/N | Let's just say I had some very horny thoughts I couldn't get out of my head, okay? 🫣 I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when writing it now that Halloween is slowly approaching again 🖤
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''Ari? Do you happen to be free on October 31st?'' you ask as you walk into the kitchen where your husband is just finishing the dishes. The two of you have this unspoken rule that when one of you cooks, the other does the dishes, so he's busy.
''I don't know yet, Gorgeous. But I may be by the way you asked that question,'' he says with a smile as he looks over at you, raising his eyebrow in curiosity.
Your heart skips a few beats, and you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together at how he looks at you, just like all those years ago when the two of you first got together.
''Well, you have to be now because Jessica invited us to a costume party!'' you say with a massive smile, showing him the invitation your best friend sent you over text.
''Can I think about it, Gorgeous? Halloween is still quite far ahead of us, after all,'' he asked, and you nodded even though you were a little disappointed in his answer. You half expected him to say yes immediately because you're a massive fan of Halloween, but he isn't as into it as you are.
''Of course, you can, Handsome,'' you say before standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek, which Ari happily leans into, a slight grin appearing on his face.
While Ari finishes the dishes, you take a relaxing shower, maybe followed by a face mask and an excellent book before sleep, so you walk upstairs, preparing for your shower.
You slip your shirt over your head, unbutton your pants, and slide them down before stepping out of them and throwing them into the laundry basket.
When you turn around, you get startled for a second by Ari standing in the doorframe, but the scared feeling immediately disappears as you see his wandering eyes over your body.
''See something you like, Handsome?'' you ask, and Ari hums appreciatively.
''You know I do, Gorgeous,'' he says as he walks over to you, reaching you in 2 steps with his legs that seem to go on for miles and miles in the tight pants he always seems to wear.
His hand raises to your face and cups your cheek, his fingers going into your hair because they're so long. His other hand picks you up without effort and places you on the counter, leaning in until his lips have slotted perfectly together with yours.
The kiss is soft and slow but very passionate, and you can feel your panties grow wetter with every slide of his tongue, every gentle nip of his teeth, every touch of his fingers.
You can also feel Ari grow harder in his jeans as his growing erection rubs against your core, making you moan into his mouth.
''Ari, please. Need you so bad...'' you say when you pull apart, and you don't have to tell him twice. Within less than a minute, you're both completely naked, and you feel the soft mattress under your back as Ari carries you over there.
''Hmm, I love it when you're this needy for me, Gorgeous,'' Ari whispers into your hair as he lines up with your entrance, his body hovering over yours as he places soft kisses on your forehead and hairline.
Your legs are spread perfectly for Ari to slot right between them, slowly pushing forward into your soaked cunt, making you whine and moan softly at the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously.
''A-Ari! Fuck... Feels good,'' you babble as he slowly lets you adjust to his size, spreading more kisses all over your face and down to your neck. Your head lulls to the side, giving him more room to leave his trail of tiny kisses until he's fully buried.
A deep groan escapes his chest once he's entirely in, and the slight burn has already made way for nothing but pure pleasure, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer. Your feet are hooked together, making sure he can't go anywhere.
''Feels so perfect in your pussy, Gorgeous. God, I want to be buried in here forever; it feels so tight and warm for me,'' Ari whispers into your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine, and your blood feels like honey in your veins.
He makes you feel so good, saying exactly the right things, touching you precisely in the right places, and you can never get enough of him; it's like you're intoxicated whenever he feels you, he talks to you, or he looks at you. Even after all these years, you're head over heels in love with this man.
He's slowly moving in and out of you, and you feel every single vein on his large member as he glides along your walls, his tip hitting your sweet spot every single time until it has you seeing stars.
Your ability to talk is long gone because of him, and now you're just a moaning, babbling mess underneath him, just the way Ari loves you the most. Completely fucked dumb.
''Doing so well for me, Gorgeous; look at how well you're taking me right now,'' he groans, keeping his same leisurely pace that has you constantly on edge, but it's not enough to push you over just yet.
Ari can see you're trying to tell him something, but you can't get it out of your mouth; the pleasure keeps building inside you, but it almost seems he takes it away just as fast, making you feel all sorts of things. You want to tell him about those things, but talking is challenging.
''Ah, can't my Gorgeous wife talk anymore? Have I completely fucked you dumb, huh? Don't worry, going to let you cum on my cock real soon, Gorgeous,'' he whispers in your ear, his hot breath gliding past the shell and leaving tiny goosebumps on your neck.
His lips find the sensitive spot in your neck, and he licks and nips at it softly while picking up his pace, groans coming from deep within his chest as he chases both your highs.
''A-A-Ari, 'm cumming!'' you scream out as he hits your spot deep inside you, sending shockwaves throughout your body and your orgasm washes over you, your back arching off the bed as your fingernails leave deep scratches on Ari's back while you're trying to ground yourself.
He keeps thrusting in and out to chase his own high, and with a loud groan of your name, he spills his seed deep inside of you, rope after rope, as he buries his face in your hair, breathing heavily before pulling out and collapsing beside you.
Both of you are completely fucked out - you perhaps a little more than Ari, but who's keeping count, right? - feeling somewhere north of heaven right now, especially as he pulls you into his side for cuddles and sweet words.
The two of you lay like that for a little while before actually taking the shower you were going to earlier, and for the rest of the evening, you two enjoy each other's company while doing your things.
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You've made a few more attempts to convince Ari, but so far, he has yet to give in, which means you're getting increasingly impatient, especially now that the Halloween decor is slowly taking over your house.
Ari has set a strict rule of no Halloween decorations in the house before October 1st, and even though you want to do it way sooner, you know it's better to listen than go against his wishes.
Right now, you're hanging up some ghost garlands all along the living room wearing Ari's shirt, and apparently, it was riding up a little higher than you thought because it didn't take long for Ari to pluck you off the ladder and throw you over his shoulder.
''ARI! I wasn't finished yet!'' you say, but to avail, he keeps walking to the bedroom because seeing you in nothing but his clothes makes him go wild. However, you did wear his shirt on purpose, but he doesn’t need to know that.
After he's done pounding you almost through the bed at the sight of you, you lay sprawled out on top of him as he rubs soft figures on your back with his big hands.
A content sigh leaves your lips as you close your eyes and snuggle into his neck even further, taking a slight whiff of his cologne to bring yourself back to reality again.
''Have you thought about the party yet?'' you ask softly, now that you can think straight again.
''I have not, Gorgeous, but I'll let you know when I decide. There's no need to worry about that,'' he says, followed by a kiss to the tip of your nose, and you let it go for now.
A few days later, you try again, but this time, you successfully get his answer. It's not what you expected.
''Gorgeous, could you come over here, please?'' Ari asks, and you happily agree as you set down your book before walking over to him and sitting sideways on his lap.
As you sit down, you give him a sweet, small kiss that gives both of you butterflies in your stomach, and he can't help but look at you like you're a perfect woman on this planet, though, in his eyes, that's precisely what you are.
''I love you,'' you whisper before pulling back with a gigantic smile because being so close to him always makes you feel so good.
''I love you too, Gorgeous. Also, I have thought about the invite to Jessica's Halloween party, and I will come with you, on one condition-'' he states, and your eyes grow wide in anticipation.
''-I get to pick our costumes this year,'' he finishes, and you happily nod in response, already happy that you finally can tell Jessica that you'll be coming to the party together instead of alone.
''Okay!'' you say before flying off of his lap to grab your phone and text your best friend, but in your excitement, you miss the mischievous smile your husband is sporting right now because if he has to go to a party with you, you will wear as little clothes as possible.
A few days before the party, Ari has happily informed you of what your couple's costume will be, and even though you are not sure at first, you finally give in after thinking about it for a while.
''I think it would be fun to go as Tarzan and Jane,'' he said one day over dinner, seemingly grabbing the comment out of thin air. Your first thought was Ari wearing very little clothing, and there you went again, rubbing your thighs together.
His perfectly sculpted body in that little fabric made your mouth water because it's not a secret that you did not just marry Ari. After all, you love him deeply; his body wasn't something to be mad about either, and he knows.
But this eye candy goes both ways because he loves seeing you in as little clothing as possible. And that's precisely how you found yourself in a leopard print bikini and a matching skirt that barely covers your ass.
Ari has drawn the most looks at the party so far, though. A piece of fabric around his waist that is big enough to cover everything - because he went commando, though nobody knew that - and his muscles bulging out everywhere.
Most of the women at the party couldn't keep their eyes off him, and even though you can't blame them, it made you feel a little bit insecure if you were honest. You know damn well you've pinned down the hottest husband in history, but they don't need to ogle him so openly.
You're standing in the corner, next to the drinks table, and you can feel yourself slipping into your insecurities, wanting to hide away somewhere nobody can find you, but Ari's booming laughter cuts through your thoughts like a hot knife in butter.
When he excuses himself from the conversation, he's looking for you, but he can't find you right away, so his eyes search the entire room until he has finally spotted you.
''Hi, Gorgeous. Is everything okay?'' he asks as he stands before you, hiding you from anyone else in the room. He can see that you're not doing too well, and you're on the verge of tears, so this is the best way he can think of right now to pull you out of your head.
''Yeah, no. It's nothing, Ari, I'm sorry. Come on, let's have fun with the rest-'' is all you can say, but your words don't convince Ari.
''Let's go somewhere a little more private, okay?'' he says, and you nod, letting him guide you to your best friend's guest room, where you would be staying after the party.
''Can you tell me what's going on in that head of yours? Because you've got me worried now,'' he says after sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto his lap so you have no choice but to look at him.
''I-it's stupid, let's just go back downstairs,'' you say, but Ari hums disapproval.
''Not until you tell me what's going on. I'll stay here all night like this if I have to, and so will you,'' he says, and you know he's serious because he's done that before, and you hadn't gotten a second of sleep that night.
''I'm feeling insecure about my outfit, and seeing how everyone was ogling you only made me feel worse,'' you sigh as you look down, not wanting to look him in the eyes at your confession.
Your stomach feels heavy, and the lump in your throat won't go away no matter how hard you try, so you let yourself fall forward and into your husband's arms, knowing you can't take it anymore.
The tears start flowing freely down your cheeks, and your loud sobs make you extremely worried; the last time he saw you this distraught was when you had miscarried your baby a few years ago.
''I'm here, Gorgeous. Let it all out; it's okay. I'm right here with you,'' he whispers into your hair while pulling you even closer, his lips placing soothing kisses between the sweet words he's saying.
After an eternity, you finally feel a little better, but you're not ready to face everyone at the party yet; instead, you want to stay with Ari for the rest of the night.
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Ari went downstairs to find Jessica once you got settled under the covers of the guest bed to explain what was going on.
''Jess? Can we talk for a minute? She's not doing too well,'' Ari says, and Jessica immediately follows Ari to the kitchen, worried that something has happened to you.
''What's going on, is she okay?'' Jessica asks with worry laced deep into her voice, and Ari explains what's going on with you feeling insecure and the emotional breakdown you had earlier.
''Oh god, I'm so sorry, Ari. For both of you,'' she says as he explains what's happening, and Jess is already moving to see her.
''She's in bed right now, so it's best if she's left alone for a few hours. I will go up to her later and see how she's doing, but she said she needed some alone time,'' Ari explained, and Jess nodded in agreement.
''Thank you for telling me,'' Jess says, and they return to the party. After an hour or 2, Ari goes back upstairs to see how you're doing, and you're seated with your back against the headboard, scrolling through photos of you and Ari over the years.
''Hi, Gorgeous,'' he says as he pushes open the door before closing and locking it behind him. He doesn't need anyone to interrupt the two of you if you're feeling like this.
''Hey, Handsome,'' you say as you lock your phone and put it on your nightstand, giving Ari a content smile as you see him walking over to you.
''You got changed without me here? Now that's a real damn shame,'' Ari says as he spots you in his shirt, you love sleeping in his shirts since they're so big, and it always brings you so much comfort, and right now, that's precisely what you needed.
''Well, you went away, so I figured I'd get started without you, but I wouldn't mind you joining me. I could use some of your bear cuddles,'' you say as your line of sight drops down to his deliciously hairy chest.
He laughs at your comment but agrees, moving to untie the fabric around his waist before you stop him.
''I want to do it if you don't mind. You want to make you feel good as a thank you,'' and Ari's manhood responds to those words immediately, especially when you say it so sweet and innocently.
''Alright, but only because you asked so nicely, Gorgeous,'' he says as he walks over to you, and you move over to sit on your knees on the edge of the bed.
Your fingers untie the knot of his fabric in a few swift motions, and it drops to the floor, showing that Ari has already gotten fully hard in the short time he's returned.
''Hmm, such an amazing dick for me to suck,'' you say as one of your hands cups his balls, the other stroking him leisurely, earning you a soft groan from the big man in front of you.
''C'mon, Gorgeous, don't tease me after walking around like that all evening. Wanna feel your mouth suck my soul out through this dick,'' he says, and you obey immediately.
Your lips wrap around his tip, and his hands are in your hair, but he doesn't move, letting you set the pace. You moan around him as you take him deeper into your mouth, determined to take him all the way.
It will be a stretch, but you've done it before, and it always has Ari going crazy, so that's what you plan on doing. Somehow, he has caught up with that idea and pulls out completely before tilting your head so you look up at him.
''You don't have to take me all the way today, Gorgeous. I know you want to, but tonight I want you to take enough to be still comfortable; you can take me all the way another time,'' he says, and you nod in agreement.
Your lips immediately wrap around him, and you suck again, your hand wrapped around the part you can't reach, and you slowly start moving back and forth, Ari grunting softly at the feeling of your lips around him.
''Oh, that's it, Gorgeous; keep going like that, and I'll cum in that perfect mouth of yours,'' he groans, and you do just that. Not long after, he's shooting his cum into your mouth, and you swallow every last drop before showing him your tongue, notifying him you did swallow it all down.
''Good girl,'' he says before pulling you into a deep kiss, the feeling of which goes straight to your core. But you're too tired now instead of wanting to sleep in your husband's arms.
Ari gets ready for bed and pulls on a pair of boxer briefs before slipping into the bed beside you and pulling you onto his chest again, which is your favorite place.
''I love you, Mrs Levinson,'' Ari says, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild again at the reminder that he married you and only you, no matter who might look at him in whichever way.
''I love you too, Mr Levinson,'' you say with a giddy smile. Everything is perfect now that you're in his arms, and fall into a deep sleep without dreams, enveloped by Ari's warmth.
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date night with chris evans ♡
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𝗢𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗘𝘆𝗲𝘀
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pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader 
concept: He needs your love to overcome his demons
word count: 1.3k
warnings: soft angst but a happy ending, a pure love, and a willingness to accept love, soft kisses, happy tears, nickname: Butterfly
a/n:  Mi amor @musingsinmoonlight Congratulations on reaching this milestone. You deserve it all. This is from the heart, so I hope you enjoy it.
prompt: leave then; I’m fine
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He can hear your voice as you laugh, sing, and have a good time with his friends around the campfire. He can't be there with you because he is weak.
Weak people prevent romance from blossoming.
 A person in love is someone who protects their loved one from any harm that may come to them. His love for you will bring you grief because he is afraid to embrace your shine and bring it into his life.
A shadow touched by this stranger will kill the light.
My world was not full of sorrow or tears, or anything that made me cry. But I knew of affection, intimacy, and tenderness
Watching the waves crash against the sand is often his favorite pastime. To him, it provides him with a sense of safety. Near safety.
It makes him feel pathetic. The words are too painful to utter. Whenever he's at the beach, he enjoys the cooling sensation of wet sand between his toes. His life was simple before he met you. You weren't a pain, but you were a pain to love and experience. Love makes him feel the world. When he loves, the pain disappears. He cherishes your love and wishes there would be no pain in it.
Neither the waves nor the sand stops rolling. His heart feels as if it has stopped beating. Ever since he told you; "leave then, I'm fine", he feels like he won't be able to make you happy. No one wants a lost man who is incapable of even helping his own people.
He can almost taste the salt when he breathes in the fresh air, bitter, and he cannot stop crying since you left him, after you closed the door behind him. After you left him. The ocean wept for him.
The ocean soaked up his tears of sorrow. Yet, it wasn't your loss because he left you behind. By loving him, you extended your hand to him. As he pushed you away, you drifted away into the void. The consequence of his refusal.
The night begins to live and I slowly proceed through every part of your being
He realizes how your eyes pick up on every emotion on his face. It's almost as if you can see the true Ari.
You see him sitting alone by the tide, lost in his thoughts. The man is always dwelling on the issues of life. The truth is, you were not dumb, and you could see how he pushed you away. You only wanted to love him. And the problem was that you never quit because when you wanted something, you’d get it. There is a beefy man sitting down on the beach who is yours.
You're going to paint him and give him your heart to persuade him that he's worthy of love.
Your footsteps went unnoticed by him. In some ways, you were crawling back to him in a fresh spirit, demonstrating to him that he is not alone.
You sit down next to him, softly pulling down your dress and you take a hold of his hands. He flips your hands over and embraces them like a large blanket. You let the silence take over the discussion as you observe the waves smashing into the shore. The ocean waves whisper your feelings to him in hushed voices.
My happiness comes from you, and if I die, I'll be back with you like a wave 
You say his name softly and hopeful. Ari didn't enjoy it when he heard his name on your lips because he knows he's wronged you. He has no need to be sorrowful for you because he knows you are warm and don't deserve his pain.
It doesn't matter how many times you whisper his name before it drowns out by the water, or maybe you are crying. Your tears taught him that his happiness is worth preserving and should not be pushed away like a tide. With these tears, you wanted to remind him that you are here for him all the time. 
You kissed me, my love flowed from your lips, and we shed some tears from pain
He is unable to breathe; as he looks at you in the moonlight, you are so magnificently beautiful, that he knows he can't take another breath.
Your eyes burn into his. His beautiful ocean gray eyes are so tear-filled that the tears begin to stream down his face; he hurts because he has torn your eyes and caused the tears to flow.
The situation has become unbearable for him. No plan for the future exists. The one he is running away from is the one he wants to stay with. Now, he's waiting for just one touch from you, one touch, just one touch.
He loves you so much, god knows how much.
“Love me?” you whisper softly to him. His walls are starting to crumble. 
You can hear him whisper a single word, 'yes.'
My understanding of anything has disappeared. Without you, nothing makes sense. 
“I said it, I said it loudly. I asked if you loved me, and you said yes.”
“Your hands is holding mine, and the ocean is already full of water, so it doesn't need my tears.”
He lifts you off your feet and brings you closer to him, your chest touching his. His heart is beating so fast that you can feel it.
As you melt into his embrace, he whispers into your ear: “I am ready to offer you my love now that I have you in my arms.” You lean over to kiss him on the cheek
Starlight twinkles in his exquisite blue eyes, and a loving chuckle softness his features. Ari savors your scent as you kiss slowly and sweetly. He wants you to absorb the sensation of his body over and over again until you know it by heart.
“Please look at me, Butterfly. Keep looking at me.”
Ari's skin was smooth against your lips. The sand touches his skin as he exposes it to you, wanting you to stare and devour you with his eyes so he won't forget. 
Some tears are shed in love. Your body is pulsing with me
The following kiss takes the same amount of time. His sobbing is both painful and seductive. As Ari pushes in, his fingers clench in the sand, and he stares at you with wide-open eyes.
Every time Ari forces himself down, you see a smile across his face. Ari's lips twitch into a grin, then a smile, as you stare into his eyes. Ari inspects your body with affection and stares at you with such devotion, and you glow brightly. You are enamored by the warmth and infuse your gaze with the same affection until Ari moans and pulls you in for another kiss.
He leans in close to your neck and cries his “I love yous” until he’s breathless and weary, panting heavily. The sweet sand embraces you as Ari cradles you in his arms.
My love for you will last forever because it is forever
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Taste Of Honey: Part 13 (Epilogue)
As fast as winter had seemed to settle in with the dip in temperatures, the blistering winds that ushered in heaps of snow and bone-chilling frost that hung to spindly limbs, old man winter had taken its time in recalling its touch.
There was no real rush in the season to stop the perpetual snow and the frosty clutch it held on branches, there was no stoppable attempt to warm the earth as it should’ve.
Despite its attempt to hold on until the last minute, spring had come with a soft caress that had heralded intense hope for the coming seasons wherein Ari and yourself could enjoy nature without feeling frisked by the chill.
It was getting to the point where you could start spending more time outside than you had spent inside and everything new and bright that had come with the warmer weather.
It was the slow reduction of winter and the welcomed return of life that hid from the clutches of ice and snow, that had stirred even deeper within the house.
Ari and yourself had spent the remainder of the winter, since the attack, refortifying some outlying buildings that had taken some damage that had been inflicted by himself or one of the other bears.
You had repaired and fixed what needed to be, spending the time necessary to reshape this place where it needed to be. It hadn’t been singled out to the exterior of the cabin or the outlying buildings but the need to rearrange and revamp the inside had come with an internal urge that couldn’t have possibly been ignored.
Ari was patient, he was kind and willing to help you move things around from the point you started in the living room. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger, not when he was able to do any task you wanted when you informed him where you wanted things.
It was as if you were controlled by some inner flex that wouldn’t allow you to find any kind of rest until things were suited to you.
You started with the living room, changing the way the couches were arranged before Ari had moved on to the coffee and side tables. He had moved furniture by inches or feet, he had entertained you when you wanted them angled or straightened, doing every task with growing smiles and deepening hopefulness.
He had known something you hadn’t, some secret within your body that was making the werebear act like a newborn fawn with excitement unbound, and yet he hadn’t told you a thing. Ari hadn’t once informed you of any kind of sense he got from you nor had he given you any indication why you were fidgeting and unhappy with the furniture placement.
“It’s something that happens, Honeybee.” Ari’s grin hadn’t faltered for a moment, not even when you apologized again for asking him to turn the couch again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“The bedroom next?” You asked him while already pulling him up the staircase, tugging on his hand while he followed you faithfully.
When you had stepped foot in the bedroom you paused and hummed, one hand resting on your hip while the other had grabbed the front of your shirt and began twisting it, your hum becoming silent when you had bitten down on your bottom lip.
You had pensively glanced from one side of the room to the next while Ari had watched you with anticipation, hope and longing but never urgent. He had waited until you mumbled a comment about wanting to see the sunrise in the morning and sunset at night but didn’t want the light to directly pierce your eyes.
You hadn’t known if you were making any kind of sense to Ari, debating whether it could have even been possible and yet when he had gently ushered you out of the way and began moving the bed, you were surprised.
It wasn’t just his strength that had taken you by a surprise, but the way he dissected what you were trying to say and without a single doubt, had translated that into the perfect position for your bed. It happened within a span of fewer than ten minutes and without all the moving you’d asked of him downstairs you expected him to be tired, however not only he did not tire but he was eager to do more.
“I’ll rebuild this entire bedroom if you ask me to,” Ari spoke softly into your ear, humming pleasantly, “whatever or whenever you want me to help you-“
“I was thinking that the room beside ours…we don’t use it and I was thinking we could move that bed into the room down the hall?”
Your fingers curled and relaxed against your belly, the material trapped in your palm was almost acting as a stress ball or a fidget toy, something you used to occupy yourself. “And then maybe…leave it empty for now?”
“Are you okay, honeybee?” Ari cupped your cheeks, questioning you for the first time, his eyes searching yours with increasing tenderness. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Ri,” you responded with a soft scoff, a half laugh hanging off the edge, “of course. I just…I want to arrange some things.”
He placed a kiss against your forehead, the soft fluttering of his plump lips against your skin producing warmth that radiated from your head to your toes, the electric buzz that made you want to be completely enveloped in his entire being.
“Okay, honey.” He rest his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you back out of the room until you were back in the hallway. “Why don’t you go sit, and have something to eat?”
“Ari I can help-“ You whined, your hand now laying flat against your belly. “I want to help.”
“I can hear your stomach grumbling. Go eat, I’ll empty the room and then you can come see it. Deal?”
You sighed giving in almost immediately. “Fine, I’ll leave you alone.”
“Put your feet up, relax. Read a book-“
“Ari, I want to help.” Your voice took on a whine, a soft drawl as you relayed your need to help him for the second time.
“You can help with the furniture, honey.” Ari denied you with gentility, standing his ground with another slow building smile. “Trust me, I’ll be fine.”
With no room for argument you had given in and stepped away from him, starting down the stairs with a soft huff at your lips. You took the stairs slowly while listening to Ari closing one door and opening another.
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He had to take a moment and compose himself when he stood on the edge of the room to study the single piece of furniture nestled against the wall. The weight of what it meant to him, the inanimate object that had represented so much of what he had wanted and desired in his life, was unfolding every single moment that he stared at the dark hand-carved walls.
“It’s happening.” Ari had drawn his hand over his chin before he cleared his throat and stepped out of the room, and headed toward the stairs.
He had descended the staircase one step at a time, his hand on the railing to stabilize himself before he found you and the secret was out.
At this point, he knew you weren’t aware of what this was. Ari knew you hadn’t once suspected anything other than being curious about wanting to rearrange everything. It was mildly curious to you and something you could have easily blamed and explained on spring cleaning however he had known the truth.
He knew that you were willing and wanting to change things up without having an explanation, and Ari was more than happy to help. He couldn’t have denied you this.
“Honeybee,” he found you bundled up on the couch, your hands tucked under your cheek and a blanket bunched between your legs, pillow discarded onto the floor, “baby, I have to show you something.”
He shook you lightly, being gentle and trying not to scare you though when you had opened your eyes, it was futile to resist the urge to kiss you. He was inexplicably drawn to brush his lips upon your own, kissing you into consciousness while helping you sit up.
He had caressed your cheeks, studying and searching your face while you sat on the cushions for a brief moment before you finally stood. Ari’s hand settled on the small of your back, leaning you against him as he escorted you back toward the bedroom you wanted to have cleaned out.
He could tell you were in a daze of sorts, not quite yourself in any frame of mind although there was clarity settling in where exhaustion once was.
“Let me know what you think.” Ari turned the handle and pushed the door in, exposing the bare room save for the single piece of furniture set against the wall.
“A crib,” even as you spoke the words your hands fell to your stomach, “Ari…”
“You’re nesting, honeybee.” He spoke with pride, immense happiness at the prospect. “That’s why you want to rearrange everything.”
“But I don’t feel…different.” At first you were confused, puzzled by the news that hadn’t felt right. “I don’t feel-“
“Y/N,” Ari grasped your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles before he dropped to his knees and rest his ear against your belly, “I can hear our baby. I hear our cub, I can smell them. Its…alive.”
“A baby,” you ran your fingers through his hair, stroking your nails across his scalp and then your voice shook, “Ari, we’re having a baby!”
He turned his head and placed soft kissed against your stomach, lifting your shirt with every kiss until his skin met yours. “Thank you, mate. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”
“A baby,” you hiccuped through tears, “we’re having a baby.”
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𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏
hello, I want to thank @foxyprincessworld for inspiring me to write this.
connected to fairytale
summary - it has been a while since meeting ari in the woods, and while he goes out to gather food for you two, you manage to get yourself stuck.
warning - smut, inter-species, tiny fairy, stuck, slight fingering, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Ari had gone out to gather some berries and vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin, ensuring you’d be stocked up for the rapidly approaching winter. While he was out picking, you were fluttering around the house, ensuring things were clean and neat. Since you met Ari that fateful night, becoming his partner, the cabin also became your home. 
You had been cleaning all day in your human form, making sure you could cut the cleaning time in half with your size before finding a spot that no large thing could reach. You wave your hand, allowing your magic to dance over you and shrink you into your fairy form. You fly over to the area, noticing through the small hole that it has become dirty. You knew Ari didn’t care about these things, but you did. So, you began to clean, softly groaning as you kept missing a few spots, pulling yourself further into the tiny hole, your hips catching onto the sides. You wiggle, huffing when you realise that you are stuck. “Oh no… I do hope Ari gets back soon.” You let out a cute little sneeze as the dust tickles your nose. 
Ari grins at the basket in his hands, loving that it’s filled to the brim and that he can show you what he’s managed to gather. He heads into the cabin, setting down the basket on the table and then looks around confused, wondering where you are as you usually came to greet him. “Fairy? Bear here!” He grunts, scrunching his nose. “Little Fairy?!” Ari begins to walk deeper into the house, becoming worried that something may have happened to you.
“I’m here, Bear. I’m okay. I’m just stuck...” You sigh and allow magic to flow through you, appearing before your man.
Ari stares at the bright ball, following it as it slowly leads him to where you are stuck. The ball disappears when Ari stops where you are, and his eyes widen. “Oh, Fairy! How?” He can’t deny that his cock twitches when his eyes land on your exposed arse, your dress lifted from wiggling. “Stuck?” You still weren’t able to teach him how to speak proper sentences, but you found it endearing with his short answers. Knowing he tries so hard, his face always scrunches up, trying to find the right things to say, and the thing you love most about him is even though it becomes hard for him sometimes, he never gives up. 
“Yeah, Bear. I’m stuck, and my magic cannot get me out of this one.” You pout, not noticing that the more you wiggle, the more that becomes exposed, causing the giant bear behind you to become aroused. “Could you please help me?” 
Ari nods, too preoccupied with how your arse jiggles and your sweet honey pot glistens. He licks his lips at the thought of honey and how delicious you taste. “Help after,” Ari growls out, quickly ridding himself free from his pants and gripping his thick, monstrous cock. He begins to stroke it, grunting as pre-cum leaks from his angry tip.
“What? Ari, what do you mean after? Bear?” He ignores you, too lost in his mind now. You softly squeak as his finger connects with your dripping cunt. You now understand what is happening and allow your magic to wash over you. “You can enter, Bear.” You whimper when he pushes his thick finger inside, stretching you and curling it, ensuring you are wet enough to take him.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” Your head falls forward as he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his member. His tip stretches you wide as Ari pushes in. “Oh, god…” He rests his hands against the wood, fucking into you harder and faster, enjoying how your tight walls squeeze him. 
“Not god.” Ari growls, fucking into you harder. “I Bear!” Your tiny body rocks back and forth, and your eyes roll back as the pleasure intensifies. Your walls pulsate like crazy around Ari, causing a groan to slip out. “My Fairy!” Your arousal builds, leaking alongside his thick base, coating him and creating a white creamy ring. “So pretty and tiny.” He hums, staring down at your stretched-out cunt with a dazed look, entranced by how hot it looks. 
Your fingers curl, nails digging into your palm. “B–bear! I’m going to–” You cut yourself off with a strangled moan. Your vision becomes white as your walls squeeze around him, and your juices squirt out of you. You fall limp, exhaustion hitting you. Ari continues to thrust into you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten, cock twitching. He releases thick amounts of cum into you, coating your walls. 
Once Ari empties himself, his cock softens, and he slowly pulls out of you. “Bear, help now.” He grumbles, wiping off the sweat on his forehead before punching the wood, snapping it enough to rip it away and pull you out of the tiny hole. He lies you on the palm of his hand, looking down at you with a soft look, “Fairy, okay?” 
You snuggle into his palm, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. “I’m okay, Bear. Thank you.” You give him a soft tap and sigh as he moves you to the chair. Your hand waves, and you feel your body slowly grow, allowing you to become human-sized. You stretch, kissing Ari’s palm as he rests it on your cheek. “How did your picking go, Bear?” 
The smile on his face makes you think he’d be able to brighten up a room with how bright and gorgeous it is. Ari quickly moves over to the basket and brings it back to you, showing you the many things he picked. You smile, eyes dancing around the many different colours. “You did wonderful, Bear! I could maybe make some soup for dinner and a pie for dessert.” You slowly stand, legs feeling like jelly. 
Ari places the basket back down and pulls you into him by the hips. He looks down at you with such love and adoration, like he cannot believe he has you in his life. “Bear love Fairy… S–so much.” He wraps an arm around your waist while his hand cups your cheek, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Pretty Fairy.”
You smile, eyes becoming clouded with love. “I love you too, Bear, so much. My big handsome bear.” Your hand rests flat on his chest, and the other cups his cheek, stroking the soft beard underneath before moving up to scratch between his cute bear ears. “Why don’t you get some rest? You’ve been working so hard lately.” Your lashes flutter as you continue to stare up at him. “I’ll prepare dinner, okay?” 
Ari shakes his head, huffing. He peppers kisses against your face, smiling at how beautiful you look. “I help.” 
That night you and Ari make dinner, and as that is cooking, he helps you prepare dessert. You couldn’t have wished for anything better. He’d wrap you in his arms as you made the food before pulling you over to the couch, holding you against him while you both waited for dinner. Your hand rested against your stomach, knowing that when you finally told the news to Ari, he would be so happy. You’d finally have everything you had ever wished for. 
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✒︎ Challenges
1k Writing Bingo (masterlist) (completed)
In which you’ll find a collection of one-shots and drabbles that were requested during my Bingo Game.
✮ Steve Rogers
𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒
Watchful Eyes ☁︎ ✦ ❤︎
CEO!SteveRogers x Maid!Female!Reader AU
In which Steve is obsessed with his new maid.
Forever, of Course. ❤︎
In which Steve gets to fake marry Y/N.
Revision ❤︎ ✦
Professor!SteveRogers x Student!Female!Reader AU
In which Steve asks you to stay after class for a little bit of... essay revision.
All the Words I Can't Say ❤︎ ❁
College!SteveRogers x Female!Reader AU
In which Y/N catches Steve painting a portrait of her.
Flooded ☁︎ ❤︎ ❁
In which Steve discovers Y/N‘s biggest secret.
Heroes ❤︎
In which Y/N is Steve's safe haven.
Talk ☁︎ ❤︎ ✦
In which Steve and Y/N’s frustrations build up to an argument that could have been avoided if they would have just talked to each other.
Bullies ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Steve comforts Y/N after she gets a flashback from her former High School Years.
Headline Events ❤︎ ☁︎ ❁
CollegeJournalist!SteveRogers x Athlete!reader AU
In which Steve is just adorkably obsessed with Y/N; the most beautiful member of his college's swimming team.
𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒
If Given the Chance… // Give Me a Chance ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Steve and Bucky accidentally switch bodies.
✪ Bucky Barnes
𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒
Remeber Me ☁︎ ❤︎ (coming Friday!)
In which Y/N discovers Bucky, her lover from the 40s, is still alive.
Bad Boys Don't Buy Flowers ☁︎ ❤︎ ✦
CEO!BuckBarnes x Female!Florist!Reader AU
In which Bucky falls for the one woman who doesn't seem to reciprocate his feelings.
Refuge - a small town crime/love story ❤︎ ✦ ☁︎ ❁
BuckyBarnes/WinterSoldier x Detective!Female!Reader AU
In which Y/N provides shelter for Bucky while unawares being on the hunt for the same. 
Happy Little Accidents ☁︎ ❤︎
Veteran!BuckyBarnes x Female!ArtTeacher!Reader
In which Bucky joins your art workshop in the 21st century.
The Karens of the World ☁︎ ❤︎ ❁
BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader MODERN AU
In which Y/N asks Bucky to pose as her boyfriend at her aunt's Independence Day party.
Hopelessly Devoted ❤︎
In which Bucky and Y/N reminisce about the first time they met.
Serious Questions ❤︎ ❁
In which Bucky agrees to go on a date to make his friends shut up.
Some Other Guy ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Bucky's curiosity leads to a heartbreaking miscommunication.
Rest and Recover ❤︎ ❁
Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader AU
In which Y/N is sick and Bucky visits to comfort her.
Like Bonnie and Clyde ✦ ❤︎
In which Bucky and Y/N are the hot criminal couple on the run.
Flowers and Things ❤︎ ❁
In which Bucky really wants to buy Y/N a birthday gift, because he has a crush on her.
New Slang
In which Y/N is the cliché Gen-Z Avenger that cannot shut up, and whose bold remarks lead Bucky to end up in very confusing situations.
Moonlit Fantasies ❤︎
In which Bucky and Y/N are pining for each other during a perfect bonfire night.
𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒
If Given the Chance… // Give Me a Chance ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Bucky and Steve accidentally switch bodies.
Dying Isn‘t So Scary with You // Dying Isn’t So Scary with You, Either ❤︎ ☁︎ ❁
In which Bucky and Y/N have a deep late night conversation that is put to the test.
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
Everything’s Better in Westview ☁︎ ❤︎ ✦ (completed)
In which Bucky and Y/N decide to go to Westview to live the perfect suburban life.
Save Me ☁︎ ❤︎ (completed)
College!BuckyBarnes x College!reader AU
In which Bucky is just a cocky shit that thinks nothing is worth his attention until Y/N comes along.
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
Worlds Collide ❤︎
Grumpy!BuckyBarnes x Sunshine!Female!Reader APOCALYPSE AU
In which Y/N and Bucky meet in a world far different from ours.
🕸️ Miguel O'Hara
𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒
Tough Luck ☁︎ ❤︎
MiguelO'Hara x Spiderwoman!Reader
In which Miguel and Y/N are idiots in love.
✡︎ Ari Levinson
𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒
Hold on to it ❤︎ ❁
In which Ari is just completely enchanted by Y/N.
♜ Sherlock Holmes
𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒
If Only You Would Know ☁︎ ❤︎
HenryCavill!Sherlock x reader
In which Enola finally brings Sherlock and Y/N to confess their feelings for one another.
The Most Beautiful Riddle ❤︎
HenryCavill!Sherlock x reader
In which Sherlock finally proposes to Y/N.
Words Cannot Express ❤︎ ❁
HenryCavill!Sherlock x reader
In which Sherlock and Y/N have a forever crush on each other.
⌖ Napoleon Solo
𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒
Solo
NapoleonSolo x Agent!reader
In which Napoleon does not want to work with Y/N, even though they are the 'perfect team'.
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Vlog Squad
Jeff Wittek
Hater ☁︎ ❤︎ ❁
In which Y/N tries to convince herself that she does not have any feelings for Jeff and miserably fails.
Protective ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Jeff is really protective over Y/N, because he has a crush on her.
Chinese ❤︎
In which Y/N and Jeff are struggling with the feelings they have for eachother.
Not Nice ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Jeff and y/n have a heart to heart conversation about their relationship.
Toddy Smith
Summer Lovin ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Todd and Y/N meet at a club in Spain and start a summer fling.
Practice ❤︎
In which Todd offers Y/N to practice kissing with him.
David Dobrik
Drunk ☁︎ ❤︎ ❁
In which David gets drunk and hurts himself.
Pushed Away ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Y/N and David need to discuss their hidden feelings for eachother.
Assistant ☁︎ ❤︎
In which Y/N accidentally insults David which makes him instantly like her and try to win her over with a little bit of talking.
Ilya Fedorovich
Lavender ☁︎ ❁
In which Ilya gets his heart broken by Y/N.
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Returning the Stones
1-the goodbye
Just incase 18+ theres fludd angst mentions of kissing implied intimate tons of sweet kissing and tears. Comments likes ans reblogging apprexitaed. No permission to repost anywhere else or to translate or to use in any ai story generator to finish it
I stood there as steve got his last good wishes from his team mates. I stood back watching tears in my eyes. I knew he only had a certain amount and im thinking back to the cinversariin we had after it was decided hed be the onky to return them
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"Why do I feel like theres a but comming"
"There is" he took my hands, "sweeetheart even tho hank pym is back theres still that adjustment period everyone is going through and he csnt make more pym particles right now"
"Cant you wait? Time will always be there for you to return it?"
He took my palm, like he does when he's  nervous and subconsciouslybdraws the same patterns he always does when he looked down.
"Yes and no. You see the way that Strange explained it is that time will continue on  and yes and while we can wait the stones not being there is affecting us here and now as in the past they arent there.  I could wait but if simething happens," he swollows hard, "something to you. I cant lose you."
"Steve nothing is going to ha-"
"You dont know that!" Hw yells and i jumo back almsot in tears.
"Im sorry, I'm sorry I didnt mean to "
"Strange said something didnt he?"
Steve looked uo with tears in his eyes and nodded. 
"It doesn't mean it will but i can't bear the thought"
"And I can't live without"
"Neither can I, if Tony was here..."
"I know" I sob a bit  as he pulls me intk his chest and cries too "if tony easnt gone id kill him all iver again."
This garners a chuckle from Steve.
"She's your last stop isnt she?"
I looked up i could only see the side if his cheek really but it was like i could see him go pale.
Not for the reasons yoy think. When insaw in the care facility, i mean yiu saw her every time she didnt remeber me and she eas so ha-
"I know happy and thrilled and saying shes worry you didnt get to live a full happy life."
It hurt me too it was so sad seeing her, I mean seing anyone like that would be saddening. 
"I just want to tell her im ok and that I survived so she doesnt have those regrets and that...."
I pulled back a little and I whipesmone side of tears from my face and he whipped the other putting his hand on my chin and guiding it making sure I can't move away as he knows how scared and fearful i must me and he looked in my eyes .
"That l, I found the love of my life and I am so happy."
I let out a small chuckle with some tears.
"You know that right? That i love you. I love ypu more than anything. And ill always come back to you. Like a bad oenny you cant losemor that cat that never stopped following yoy home,"
On cue Midnight jumoed into our laps with a meow and using her head to burrow under steves tee for warmth like she always did garnering a laugh from both of us. I pulled away a but as steve took iut of hisnshirt and talked to her 
"Youll take care off mommy right?" 
"Take care of me why woukd she need to-" I statted bawling
"Oh honey no no no i didnt mean it oh no " he put Mid night down and grabbed me chuck and tight, so tiggt i almost coukdnt breathe. "Wrong words blvery wrong words. I meant if something haooened. Lets face it i don't have greay track records when it comes to saving the world. The first time i dissapeared for decades and I don't want that to happen my last time but im afraid of tha-"
"Last time?"
"Yea," he rubbed my arms comfortly "my last time, the world doesn need me not as much as you do. And i want to give thst life yoy want because i want it too. I see the longing in your eyes when yoy see a young couoke and a baby and i have the same in mine that wishing hoping dreaming. During these five years people havent needed me and ive been wnlanting to give it uo for a while now justtrying to figure out the best way to do it and yiu know ive been slowly limiting my cap duties."
I know,
I know yiu do. So after this i want to give you that. That family a real family a couoke of mini us's." He interlocked our fingers wispering "I hope to God they look like you".
I chuckled. "Once I return the stones uts you and me babe every day forever no interruptions. Ill be in that bed every day yoy wake uo and every night you go to sleep. Ill hold yiu hair back wvery morning sickness and yoy can try and break a finger or two or try to lift molojiner when youre giving birth."
That made me laugh
"Ill hadle the night and change every littke poopy diaper and we'll hold them together wheh they get thier shots and bad dreams. Ill help you kiss thier boo boos and scare away boyfriends"
Got thiee whole lives planned out hu?
Yiu betcha dolls and when they get marriednand have little ones of thier own ill hug them and then beat uo their husbands for doing thst my little girls "
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I cracked up.
"Hey I will unless its done by oamossis no one is touching my daughters."
"You are too much"
He kisses my fore head and puts hair behind my ears,
"Yea well. Only the best for my family and if best means that i have to beat up thier husbands to out then in thier place so be it"
He rubbed my wedding band and engagement ring as we calmed down for a moment of silence. 
You know I would never give you either of these if my heart bekonged to someone else, in another time or place. This wasnt because i was never, " he losed his eyes and sighhned then ooened them stuck here. I was here to find you. I felt more for you then I did her even at first look - i almost proposed."
I know  i rememeber yoy did not try and cover well for that *i laughed*
"I tried"
"Yea so badly' I laughed and  ran my fingers through his hair.
"I grew it out for you, ya know"
"I know. I cant wait to see how blonde it was from when it was in the early days of the avengers"
He chuckled. 
"I love you," he wispered and kissed the bridge of my noise 
"I love you," he wispered  and and kissed my upper cheek.
"I love you," he wispered and kissed my lower cheek
"I love you," he wispered ad kissed the other cheek 
"I love you," he wispered and kissed my other cheek bone.
"I love you," he wispered and kissed my fore head.
"I love you," he wispered and kissed fhe right side of my upper neck.
"I love you," he wispered and kissed my lips.
"I love you," he wispered and kissed the left side of my upper neck.
"I love you," he wispered and kissed the middle of my neck.
"I love you," he wispered and kissed my lips so very deep that i almost lost my brrath. And that was how that night went. Him showing his love he knew he didnt have to prove it but he did he heled me and kissed me anddid everything he wanted to so to make sure he felt like he knew i knew he loved me and more. That was how last night went too. The last night before this trip. A trio that i knew would be mear seconds for me for for him it could be years. 
Then he walked over to me, he had tears in his eyes. Hia other team mates offered to come to help only ateve, i bruce and hank pim knew that wasnt possible. 6 vials. He had 6 and that was all. I was praying of somethin did go grong that last jump hed be able to grab more particles and get back to me. I also knew about the contingency they set up the older face the extra shield, just in case. So many just in cases. It meant to be steves way of dissapearing so we could live aort of loke clint and tony away from the spotlight and danger. 
He hugged me again, wispering in my eqr Ill be back in seconds my love and i love you so much," i felt a tear fall from his face onto mine
"Itll be only minutes babe, 60 minutes the most and youll be back in my arms." I gave him reassurance
"I  hope it works out like that nur every monute ill be thinking about getting back to you,"
He hugged me tightly. "I love you. And those seconds that pass here i told bucky to not let go of your hand,"
I chuckled.
"I know you. You need a hand and he wont let go. But if you two kiss i will kill him"
I laughed what?
"I just wanted to see that smile before i go"
Get your ass back here and ill give yku something to smile about tonight.
Oh is that a threat 
"Oh no that promise," I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck and we looked into eachothers eyes and then he kissed me. 
"This ring isnt leaving this chain and this chain isnt leaving my body"
"I know" 
He took my hand as he walked up to the platform and I followed. He took his stance snd gave me one of the deepest longest kisses hes ever given me. 
"I love you dont forget im waiting right here no matter what you do to retrurn those im here loving you forever. "
"I know I promise ill come back no matrer what i love you too much." 
Steve gave me one last kiss on my lips and then a kiss behind me ear making me giggle 
"I needed to see and hear that one last time."
I felt bucky take my hand and lead me down the strairs steves and my eyes never leaving eachother's. He looked at me as he put the helmet on  and I squeezed Bucky's hand as Steve lifted his hand to presse rhe vutton and bucky squeezed mine as Steve dissapeared.
After 45 seconds my hand let go of Bucky's  but Bucky bevee ler go of mine.
(Varient timeline endings comming)
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mdpplgtz03 · 7 months
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The Billionaire and the Stripper.
CHAPTER TWO.
Summary: Billionaire businessman, Ari Levinson, seems to have everything he could ever want: wealth, power, and success. But beneath the surface, he is haunted by his troubled past and the demons that have plagued him for years. Y/N Y/L/N is a stripper struggling with dreams of a better life. She may not have much, but she knows how to survive and make the most of what she has. But when one night Ari walks into the club Y/N works at, he is immediately captivated by her presence and drawn to her in a way that he cannot explain. As they embark on a passionate and intense relationship, they must confront the challenges and obstacles of their vastly different lifestyles. Can Ari and Y/N bridge the gap between their two worlds and find a way to make their relationship work? Or will their differences prove too great to overcome, tearing them apart forever?
Pairing: Billionaire! Ari Levinson x Stripper! Reader
Warnings: Mature content. Mention of the objectification of women (slight)
Author's note: Back into writing! I missed it a lot, but life lately has been harsh on me so I didn't have time to sit and write. This one is short but honestly it's all I got for Ari. Good thing is we get to know him. No proofread. All mistakes my own. Let me know your thoughts about this chapter after reading. Enjoy it!!
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ARI
Ari doesn't know why he still frequents these places. He should have stopped coming a long time ago. But he can't and he knows why. Here he does not care about his past, present, or future. Here is nobody. This is where his responsibilities, decisions, and thoughts vanish.
So after twenty minutes of waiting, it's more than obvious that the last thing he would want is to be able to release his frustration. If he had done it himself, he would have been faster.
But this woman, not only had the audacity to be late but also to insult him. Who does she think she is?
But whatever anger, perhaps, that he felt at that moment, vanished as he turned and saw her for the first time. The woman was young and beautiful. perfect. She was wearing black lace lingerie which was ridiculously covered by a thin robe of the same color, only more transparent, so he could see everything. Her eyes seemed to mesmerize him. And when it seemed that something inside it opened, a great gray mist covered it. And he went back to her original facade. To be an idiot.
"Not so brave now, huh?" Ari smiles playfully. "I'm surprised, for a moment I thought I had heard that wrong"
TWO HOURS BEFORE
Ari suddenly wakes up, his chest moving up and down faster. Again the same nightmare. Sometimes he just thinks about how everything would feel if he didn't have those nightmares. Those memories that long ago were real.
He wonders what it would feel like to be normal. To just travel around the world knowing those not-so-well-known places that save amazing stories. He did travel around the world, although those travels were work-related. Dirty work.
Fuck, he curses. He needs to distract himself again because he already knows, like every other night, that he won't be able to sleep again.
"So? Cat got your tongue princess?" he steps closer to the beautiful woman, gently caressing her cheek. But he quickly takes it off when he sees her closing her eyes. She is scared. He knows those gestures so well.
Ari is hit by another memory again—one when he is back to his teenage years.
“Fuck… Just get out of here.” he sighs. "I don't want it tonight"
The woman is about to say something but he doesn't give her the time and instead decides to hurry and get the hell out of the room.
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Falling for him ;part 1
Pairing || stripper!woc!reader x mob!Ari levinson
Summary || would you accept what he’s offering for your time? Despite your morals?
Genera || angst,
Warnings || mention of strip club, Sexual-assault- mention of guns - cheating(not on reader). Somehow dark?
Part 2
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“His to own, you’re his no matter what”
“Crystal, your man is here, he’s in the back room” as soon as you get off the stage your manager told you. You weren't in the mood for him right now; as it was nearing the end of your shift, you figured you could help out the other girls before heading home, however he wouldn't let you; all you wanted to do was to take a hot shower, eat your leftover pizza, and sleep.
You replied quietly, "okay," not wanting to argue with her, knowing that whatever Ari wanted was out of her hands.
Ari Levinson. Your city's dangerous don, the mafia boss. Who had them all in his hands, which is why your manager couldn't do anything about him showing up unannounced near closing time and asking for you
You sighed again, stuffing the money you earned tonight into your bag, and went to the back room, where you knew he always stayed whenever he came to you.
In front of the room stood two broad men who always accompanied him, their guns clearly visible in the waist band of their suits, and they were looking around suspiciously despite the fact that there was no one around them.
They look at you and nod, one of them opens the door for you. You smiled at him, but he didn't return the lovely smile you know their boss adores. Fucking statues
You walked into the small room where you first met Ari for a private dance session. The room was cold even though they hadn't fixed the air conditioner; it wasn't because of the weather outside, but because of the cold-hearted man sitting in front of you.
He's leaning against the old couch, which you're still don’t know how it’s still here you swear you saw a cockroach walk all over it once.
His legs were spread wide to show off his size. One hand rests on one of his thighs, while the other holds a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of a brownish liquor, his looks are darker than the night despite the blue eyes this giant monster has.
In front of him a scratched old wooden table that barley stand on it four legs, you would give it a couple of days before it brakes, yet it holds Ari’s belongings.
His custom-made gun with his initials on it pointing at you, his ashtray with a couple of turned-off cigarettes, implying he's been here for a while, and a bottle of his expensive liquor. completing Ari's entire personality in the eyes of others
He's dominating the room he's sitting in, hell, he's dominating the entire club, yet you're not afraid of him.
You fix your gaze on him, and all you see is the same expression he gave you the first time. Lust, how are you going to get through this? How can you not fall into his arms? How can you not fall for him even harder?
"Long time no see, angel eyes," he said as he sipped his drink, his dark eyes settled on yours.
It's been three weeks since he last came here, and each time he comes, you miss him even more than the week before. You despised it, you despised how much you loved him, you were relieved he didn't come for three weeks, but good people don't always get what they want, right?
"It was a lovely three weeks," you said with your fake smile and attitude that you knew he disliked.
"You're counting the days?" he smirked.
"I'm just curious how many days you can go without me," you replied with the same sass you have before.
"I can't live without you, Angel eyes," he said again, knowing how it affects you, 'Angel eyes' had you on your knees since the first day.
"You lost the right to call me that long ago, Ari," you say, losing all your sass after hearing your beloved pet name.
"You still have those angel eyes though, Crystal," he said warmly. "How are you doing?"
You have the feeling that he is reenacting the scene in which you fall in love with him.
"How is your wife?" You retorted, It's been months and he still ignores the fact that it's over between you two the moment you found out about his wife.
"Let's not do this tonight," he sighed.
"Good for me too," you said, turning around to try to open the door to leave, but it was locked, "I paid for two hours," he said, looking at the expensive watch on his wrist, "I still have an hour and a half."
"Fuck you," you said pitifully, to think you and Ari had something real, something anyone would kill for. God, you were so stupid; how could a man like him want anything more than a mistress at his beck and call, waiting for him whenever he wanted to spread her legs? You were naive enough to believe he would want to spend his life with you. to take you as his wife
"You won't get anything from me unless you answer my fucking question, which I've asked a million times before." You became enraged with him and tears began to well up in your eyes.
He wants you, but he will never take you in the way he desires.
"Why are you being so hard on me? I'm trying to protect you," he said, raising his voice at you; he never spoke to you like that before.
"And I don't want to be saved, I'm fine" overwhelmed by emotions, why can't he leave you alone? Why is it that he can't respect you? Why has everything become so difficult? You could feel yourself slipping away in his grasp like a fucking puppet, doing whatever he pleased.
A moment of silence floats through the room, with nothing but the fading music of the club to be heard. "I have a daughter, she's four," he answered your question, but it wasn't the answer you wanted. You truly believed it couldn't get any worse,.
No way, it can't be, you sobbed. You can't be a homewrecker, you can't ruin this little girl's life, you can't let her live what you've lived. "You've got to be kidding me," you exclaimed to the man in front of you.
Ari knows he can't go back to his mansion and live his life as if nothing happened, as if the last few months were just a dream he made up, you got him on his knees in a leach and it's hard to break through, it's hard to leave you alone and go back to his cheating wife, he knows his daughter doesn't want to live in a broken home.
"I want you out of this life, y/n," he says, placing his glass on the table and his elbows on his knees, staring at you. He exhaled a sigh.
"I'll give you whatever you want to come with me. I’ll give you double what you make in a week? Do you earn $8,000 per week? I'll double that, whatever it is, whatever it is! Would you like me to divorce my wife? I'll do it in heart beat” he says, sick of it. He needs you and he will not be ashamed to admit it. He'll take you. And he will make you his for for ever
“Name your fucking price and i’ll give it to you, know this Im not leaving today with out you”.
Are you kidding me?Have you gone insane?" You're enraged and irritated. Nothing will stop you from yelling at him. Fuck, You wanted to take his gun and shoot him in the head.
“Yes. I've lost my fucking mind for you, and nothing can stop me."
"I won't Ari, I can't do this to your daughter," tears stream down your cheeks, a deep desire within you to say yes, to be with him, to escape this lifestyle; just today, a man was kicked out for inappropriately touching you, the fifth this week.
The idea of settling down and spending the rest of your life comfortably with him is appealing; it's what you've wanted for years
You can't separate this little girl from her parents, and you can't take her father away from her, as what have done to you.
He slowly walked up to you, towering over you with all the power he wielded like a fucking god.
He looked at you like a prey, trapping you between his chest and the wall, if you only knew you wouldn't come to this room.
Despite the fact that you were wearing heels, he was still taller than you. He bent down and you felt his lips on you. He's not kissing you, he's just brushing his soft lips against your red-stained lips
"Just say the word y/n," and tears stream down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. ، you body is weak you can feel yourself wanting to fall on him. To let him have you forever like the sweet little girl you are.
"How about your daughter ?" You wanted to remind him of what he's missing in this puzzle: he has a wife and a daughter.
He brushed his lips against your neck, making you shiver in return, you placed your hand on his broad shoulders, and your attempts to push him were useless. "What about her?" he asked.
You can't believe him; is he acting stupid or is he truly stupid? Is he blind to the fact that his daughter is involved? Part of the problem he's attempting to solve?
"Ari, please stop," you said softly, wanting him to stop this stupid game, this affair, and stop treating you like some mistress rich old men have.
You assumed him to marry you and make you his lovely wife.
"The only reason I didn't divorce Charlotte was because of my daughter Mia, who was very young when I discovered her mother's affair with one of my men," he took a deep breath, as if the entire situation was something he dreaded discussing.
"What we have is not a mistake," he continued minutes later. He kissed your lips sweetly and warmly, "you didn't take a man from his family, that man came to you, begging you to spare him a look. So, angel eyes, How much does your time cost?"
You storm your brain out thinking of the number that would be impossible for him to pay you, his words do nothing to persuade you that you did not ruin a small girl's life, even if her house is broken as he said you can't do this, you want him to leave so everything can go back to normal, you dancing to the rhythm of music to thirsty old men and getting paid for it.
It hurts to see him like this, begging you to give yourself up for him, to be his precious doll, the one he took his rage out on.
Without thinking you say the biggest number you can think of “five million dollars per year."
"Okay," he said flatly, as if you'd asked for a dollar. He stood up straight, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a blank check.
Even so, that is what you do in life. Guys paying you to dance It was the first time you felt like a lesser being. An unpleasant sensation arises in your chest and it all because the man asking you is the man of your dreams.
You pushed him away from you, you didn't believe it was possible; but you're crying even harder now. Like a cheap whore, he only wants your body.
"Stop, Ari, I just can't-" you yelled at him, this amount of money would save your life, pay off your debts, but coming from him? It doesn't feel right..
"Don't be stupid, take this money and save yourself; all I'm asking for is your time." Why is he making it difficult for you? Isn't he aware of the entire situation?
You just wish you had met him in a different situations and under different circumstances; why didn't you meet him in a coffee shop or a fucking library?
Your hesitancy is eating you alive; no one would refuse this kind of money; the money is enticing you to say yes;
He looked your tear-stained face, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your body trembling like a leaf.
He sighed and took the blue pen from his pocket, your jaw slack as he began to fill out the information on the small papers, you're mesmerized by his unfazed expression to the amount of money you're asking for.
"You have two weeks to decide angel eyes, you know how to get me," he said as he handed you the check. He turned around and took his belongings with him. He knocked on the door beside your head, expecting his man to open it.
His eyes are searching for yours, you can't tell what his expression means, but his lips say exactly what he wants "there's nothing you could've asked from me that I would say no to" and just like that he’s gone, leaving you with the idea of him and of the money in your hand..
Would you do this!, you thought as you stared at the paper between your fingers. Would you give up everything to be with him? Do you intend on accepting this money?
One thing you realized after this was that you two aren't a normal couple, and nothing that happening to you is normal.
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babyjakes · 1 year
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | being protected
pairing | bf!ari levinson x reader
warnings | i wrote this while thinking about matilda by harry styles so automatically it's gonna be emo asf, reader has an emotionally abusive family (focus on father bc same <333), protective!!!!!ari, ari and reader’s dad face off a little, this is just me healing my inner child okay no big deal
word count | 898
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i am just thinking about. this song. and like living it through dating ari basically.
maybe reader and ari have been dating for a while. and ari has come to understand the circumstances of her family life and how her childhood was. he is treating her different in every way from the abuse she endured and little by little she’s learning to love and trust with a safe partner that would never be so cruel and heartless to her.
she maintains a relationship with her family (her parents mainly) bc it’s the easiest way to keep the peace. ari supports her in this and knows it’s a complex decision to make. he would never want her to feel forced to cut them off by him, as he believes everything should be in her control and what she’s comfortable with. he knows trauma bonds can be complicated and that even though they’ve been horrible to her, reader does love them in the ways she’s learned to.
maybe there are minor conflicts or hiccups as time goes on but reader is mostly so distanced from them that she can just take space where she needs it and nothing ever becomes too much.
until a family gathering one evening when things end up finally going too far.
ari’s along with reader to visit her parents’ house, maybe her siblings are there as well and they’re all talking over dinner. the small talk is easy enough to navigate most of the time so it starts out civil and almost pleasant. but maybe reader’s father eventually starts going down a mean road, starting to pick on reader and criticize her, embarrassing her even.
ari’s face is stiffening as everyone but the two of them laugh. reader’s right next to him, her head hanging low in humiliation. he hates seeing how they treat her and how she sort of collapses into herself, not wanting to draw any more attention by calling out the harassment or defending herself. images flash in his head of pictures he’s seen of her when she was a little girl, so helpless against her abusers. it makes his blood boil to know she must be feeling so small still inside, so defenseless.
ari tries to shoot her father a look but maybe that only encourages him further and he says some really horrible, nasty things. aiming at her biggest insecurities, the places he knows will hurt most. as her father, he has the unfortunate privilege of knowing exactly how to break her down. and after one particularly despicable jab, ari’s had it.
his silverware rattles sharply against the table as it’s dropped. he rises to his feet and pushes his chair back out behind him with his legs. “that’s enough.”
reader is now looking up at her boyfriend with the biggest eyes, shocked and a little terrified; she’s never seen anyone stand up to her father before
the room is silent. no one knows what to do or say, not even reader’s loud-mouthed father himself
after a few moments the older man clears his throat and replies darkly, “excuse you, son?”
(but like let’s be real ari is bigger and stronger and just overall more beefy than him like if they were to fight… that would be really stupid on the old man’s part to accept such a challenge lol)
“i said, that’s enough. i won’t let you speak to her that way, not for another minute. how dare you? she drives halfway across the state twice a month to see you and keep the peace in the family, and this is what she gets? you don’t deserve her. and you won’t speak to her that way anymore; do you understand me?”
ari’s reaching down and taking her hand softly, his piercing gaze not leaving the man across the table for even a second. maybe the father curses and decides to stand up as well, starting off on some piss poor response, “you’re awfully bold, you son of a bitch. why i outta-” maybe he even makes the mistake of raising a hand at ari, and that’s when the devil really goes off in his eyes.
“i wouldn’t do that, if i were you,” he speaks so lowly, barely above a whisper but the room is dead silent so everyone can hear him. then he turns to reader, his voice much softer as he says, “c’mon, honey. we’re going home”
they walk out together, and no one dares to follow after them. when they reach the car at the end of the drive, ari pauses to hold reader’s hands in his own as he stands with just a few feet between them. it’s dark out but they can just make out the outlines of each other’s faces. reader’s eyes are full of tears. ari cups her cheeks and whispers through tears of his own, “i love you. i will never let them hurt you again.”
there’s a long way to go. i don’t believe that time would change your mind. in other words i know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go.
you can let it go. you can throw a party full of everyone you know. you can start a family who will always show you love. you don’t have to be sorry, no.
my therapist will be hearing about this one 👍
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