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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Pick you up

Summary: Daddy comes to save the day.

Pairing: Biker!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: angst, bitchy girls, heavy daddy kink, caregiver Ari, sexual harassment (not Ari), implied violence, hurt & comfort (kinda), fluff, comforting, protective Ari

Read the prequel here: Let you down

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“Daddy, please come pick me up. They are all so mean to me,” you sniff on the phone. “I don’t want to stay here. I thought this is going to be fun, but it’s not.”

The girls from your workplace watch you on the phone. They roll their eyes and huff.

“She calls her daddy to pick her up. We were right. She’s not mature enough for our little club. I don’t know what a girl like her wants in New York.”

You hang up and sigh. The plan to spend the weekend with the people you’re working with went down the drain the moment they started to talk low about your outfit, your make-up (or rather the lack of it), and the fact that you don’t want to talk about yourself with people you barely know.

Ignoring your nagging colleagues, you walk out of the living room to grab your bag and jacket. You will wait outside for your daddy to pick you up.

You exhale sharply when one of them follows you outside. “You didn’t have to call your daddy. How old are you, twelve?”

“Just leave me alone,” you shoulder your bag and grab the door handle. “I’ll be waiting outside. I want nothing to do with you and the others.”

It doesn’t take more than ten minutes before you see his bike. Your heart flutters when your daddy brings the motorcycle to a complete stop. He plants both feet firmly on the ground, making you shiver as you stare at his long legs.

You wring your hands as he kicks the kickstand down with his left foot and leans the bike on it.

“Fuck, daddy,” you press your thighs together, adding pressure to your tingling clit.

Ari swings his right foot over the motorcycle to get off it. He takes off his helmet and grins when his eyes land on you.

Eyes glued to Ari; you swallow thickly as he shakes his head to tame his mane.

“That’s…her … daddy?” Your colleagues gathered outside to get a look at your father. Or so they thought. They didn’t know you called your daddy, not your father. “He looks too young for being her father.”

“You are telling me!” Suzanne, the leader of the little group harassing you sneers. “That guy is not her father.”

“He’s so tall and handsome,” Caroline says. “No wonder she didn’t want to play with one of the guys. She’s got a hunk at home.”

“A daddy,” Suzanne grunts. “I knew something is off with that bitch.”

While your colleagues watch you and Ari, he worriedly calls your name.

“Y/N, what happened,” Ari asks, furrowing his brows as you run toward him to bury your face in his chest. “Baby kitten. Do I need to break bones or faces?”

“They wanted to play truth or dare, and spin the bottle,” you begin. “I agreed, because why not?”

“Okay.” Ari hums. “Go ahead. Daddy is here now.”

“Uh-I didn’t know there will be guys too, I swear.” You feel Ari stiffen. A deep rumble emits from his chest, and you know, someone is in trouble. You only hope it isn’t you. “I didn’t want to spin the bottle anymore because they changed the rules.”

“What rules? Tell me about it, princess,” you relax and take a deep breath. Ari always makes you feel safe and calm.

“They said we need to choose truth or dare. I chose dare, and suddenly the guys from the company were there too. They wanted to play too and Suzanne said I must kiss one of them.”

“I’ll kill them,” he growls. No one touches you but him. “No one forces my girl to kiss them.”

“I refused and chose truth instead. I said that I cannot kiss someone else because I got my boyfriend at home. They laughed, but agreed,” You sniffle. “They wanted me to tell them about the last time we had sex. I refused and they made fun of me. Calling me an uptight virgin.”

“It’s alright, I’m here now. Even if you were a virgin, it wouldn’t be a reason to make fun of you. They are awful people,” Ari softly speaks to you. You’re already worked up and he doesn’t want to risk you starting to hyperventilate. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“That’s not all.” You whimper now. “The game continued. The guys joined us. After a few rounds, the bottle landed on me. One of them chose dare and they…they wanted me to…”

“Baby, what happened?”

“They wanted me to ride one of the guys’ thighs. I told them that I got a boyfriend and won’t cheat on him. At first, I thought it was a joke. But they tried to push me onto that guy. I cried and grabbed my phone.”

“And then you called me,” Ari concludes as you slowly nod against him. “Good girl. You knew daddy always comes to your aid. Let me just kill them for you.”

“Please don’t leave me alone. Please,” you sniffle. “I don’t want to be alone with them ever again.”

“Princess, come with me.” Ari takes your bag out of your hands. He wraps one arm around your shoulders to guide you away from your colleague’s house and toward the street.

“Where are we going…?” you gasp as you see the whole club waiting for you and Ari.

You forgot that they wanted to go for a ride. Guilt washes over you. It was Ari’s day off and he wanted to spend it with his friends. Now you messed this up too.

Steve, the boss of the club gets off his bike. He nods at Ari as your boyfriend points at you. “Steve will take care of you for a moment. You like Steve right? He’s a good man and will protect you. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you whimper.

“I’ve got her, Ari. Do what you must do,” Steve’s features soften when you watch Ari leave your side. “He’ll be right back, Y/N. Don’t worry. Ari was out of his mind when he heard you cry on the phone.”

“Maybe we should help him?” Bucky, another member of the club asks. He sneaked around the area and heard every word. “I wouldn’t mind roughing those douchebags up. Break a bone or two.”

��Buck, that’s Ari’s job,” Steve warns. “If he needs our help, we will help. Give him a moment…”

Meanwhile, at the house, Ari barks at the women harassing you. “My girl loves her job and won’t quit because of you. If you ever make her life harder or just look at her the wrong way, we all will pay you a visit.”

“We…we didn’t…” Suzanne stammers. She never got yelled at by a tall guy like Ari before and is close to wetting herself.

“I know what you did,” Ari snaps at her. “Who is the guy putting his hands on my girl? Who wanted to force her to ride his thigh?”

“Uh-it’s him!” The other men point at the man wanting you to ride him. “He said that he wants her before we started the game. We didn’t have anything to do with it. It was all Suzanne and him.”

“You—” Ari cracks his neck. “Well, then. Let me show you what happens when you harass a woman.”

“Ari. Daddy,” you run toward Ari the moment you see him. “What happened?” You look at his bloody knuckles. “You’re hurt.”

“Did you give it to them good?” Bucky smirks. “I can help. Let me break a few bones.”

“Buck, stop. I know you are antsy since your girl left, but we’ve got no time to start a fight,” Steve grunts. “Let’s bring Y/N home. She had a rough day.”

Ari carefully guides you toward his bikes. He softly speaks your name and caresses your back. “I’ll bring you home now, princess.”

After a short ride back home you are in Ari’s arms. He whispers soothing words and nuzzles his face in your neck.

You’re lying on a soft mattress, hidden under the pillowfort you and Ari built for days like these. Days in which the world gets too much for you.

“You’re safe with me, princess. Always.”

“I know,” you mumble sleepily. “My protector…”

>> Prequel

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ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

Requested: Yes or No | Original Request

Summary: Ari Levinson, the land's most feared biker, has fallen in love. He was smitten by you. The biker has a bad boy image to keep, but what happens when Ari can no longer control his dangerous desires for you? At a bar, the lead singer.

Pairing: Biker!Ari Levinson x Singer!Male Reader (Biker AU)

Word count: 4.2k // all mistakes I own

Warnings: +18, Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, Ari being a big softie around reader, possessive Ari, passionate/rough smut, abusive father, body worshiping (both receiving), biting, daddy kink, praising, size kink, pet names (sweetheart & pretty baby), attempted SA, dirty talking, mature themes.

A/N: First Ari fic. Honestly love the Biker AU so I might have to do it again some other time. Also, I reached 800 followers so I would like to thank you all for the support and love!! Enjoy my loves! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!!

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YOUR hands grasped the microphone stand as you swallowed the — now growing — lump in your throat. You were currently practicing for a new song you had written. Hoping for a miracle to be played.

Making music has always been one of your talents. Your mother was the one who first brought you music's wonderful gift. She had always been there to support you when you reached your goals. When a terrible—awful accident—occurred, everything changed.

Your light had dimmed into darkness.

You had brought her a beautiful black silk dress that she wore the night of the accident. Her friends had gotten drunk—except for her—and one of them crashed into someone else’s car. Very tragic.

Your damaged mind is still haunted by the events of that dreadful night. Waiting for her to return, as you had expected. To greet her and offer her the warmest hug you've ever experienced. However, you can no longer do so. Because she's gone and will never return.

Your (e/c) eyes welled up with tears as the thought of her not being here to assure you that everything would be fine entered your brain. 'Stop it (y/n). She wouldn't want you to cry for her.' As your eyes closed, your lips pressed into a thin line — Thinking the pain away.

The terrible — maybe even corrupted — thoughts scattered away like mice running from their predator as your phone started to ring. Your brows furrowed as the unknown caller brightened your screen.

Without another thought, you answered the call and brought it to your ear. “Hello?” The sound of light music could be heard from the other side of the call. “Hi, is this (y/n) (y/l/n)?” The deep voice spoke up. Confused as ever, you answered. “Yes, this is he.”

“Well, I actually wanted to know if you would sing at my bar ‘Neon Lounge?’ I’ve heard your voice online, and I would love for you to sing here tonight.” You had a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. The idea of others seeing your talent made your lips part.

Neon Lounge was one of the most well-known bars in town, even if you were relatively new to the ― reclusive — town. It was a privilege to be able to perform in a bar in the heart of downtown. Your lips parted in a delighted sigh at the thought of singing your song there.

Mom would be so proud.

As you thought about her, the silence in the small room deepened. Your dreadful thoughts had been pulled back to reality by the deep voice. “Yes! I'll do it. See you at 9:30?" You questioned your new boss for the day — or so you had thought. You threw your phone into the silky gray sheets of your bed as soon as he agreed. There’s that hope.

You darted around your room as you got dressed. The outfit pleasing you. You left the room and ran downstairs — the unpleasant scent of alcohol alluring the air. You froze in your tracks when you heard your horrible drunk abusive father yell out to you. Fucking hell.

Your father had gotten incredibly drunk after hearing the news of your mother—his wife—passing away. He really loved her, which is the sad part. The punches, the hard grounding kicks, you had taken it all. “Stop crying like a fucking pussy, my son, men don’t cry.” Those words traumatized you and rung into your delicate mind ever since.

You always hid in your darkroom. Too afraid to face the man who was so-called claimed as your “father.” You let out a nervous sigh as you turned to the not-so sober man sitting down on the chair.

“I’m going out to get food, dad.” Dad. Could you even call the man who held sinful thoughts that name? Dads are supposed to protect and care, not abuse and starve their children to death. He glared his brown eyes at you before opening his mouth to speak.

“Don’t be late, or I’ll kill your ass. Understand son?” He grumbled under his breath — still loud enough for you to hear. “Yes, father.” You grasped the golden knob in your shaky palm as your feet begin to walk on the rough concrete ground. ‘Don’t cry (y/n). Men don’t cry.’

Tears threaten to leave your (e/c) eyes. You attempted to see the bright side. You'll finally be living the life you've always wanted. If your mother had been here, she would have encouraged you. Rooting for you. 'I'm doing this for both you and me, mom' Your smile grew.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

The roaring sound of bikes filled the air.

The motorized bikes' engines blasted smoke out of them. The bright headlights from the jet-black motorcycles that carried the motorcyclists lightened the dark—somewhat lit—wet, mucky road.

Ari Levinson, the town's most well-known biker, parked his motorcycle outside of the brightly lit bar. Because of his broad, towering stance, he was constantly dreaded by the townspeople. His menacing stare would make a child cry as if he had stolen his lollipop.

Ari's biker gang, whose broad bodies were clothed in black leather jackets with a symbol on them — signifying how serious the gang was — followed suit as his feet made contact with the wet surface. The manly aroma Ari drew from his body had made the bar quieter.

The — almost silent — wood plank floor creaked under his heavy feet. He gave a sharp nod to the bartender whose forehead was gleaming with nothing but sweat. He’d hurried to get a beer for Ari.

Ari and his biker gang — especially the gang — were completely wasted after a few drinks. As jokes were thrown around and more beers were handed out, the bar erupted in manly laughter. Everyone's attention was drawn to a deep voice that rang through their ears.

Everyone's eyes narrowed when they saw Vincent, the bar's all-knowing manager. He cleared his throat before speaking to the focused crowd. “Good evening, everyone. Tonight, we have a special guest singing for us. Please welcome, (y/n) (y/l/n)!”

The sound of hands clapping together as you came out onto the stage made a big smile appear on your face. A man with dark blue eyes and brown long hair felt butterflies reach inside his gut without your notice. Ari Levinson, the bad boy, had gotten butterflies.

He had never gotten butterflies...

You were the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his whole life. He wanted — scratch that — Needed to have you as his. The way your lips parted as you began to sing those beautiful lyrics.

Ari had felt not only butterflies, but his cock had hardened as your whole presence went from the nervous shy boy to this confident and flirty man who wasn’t afraid of anyone’s opinions. His lips were slightly parted from seeing you sway your hips to the song.

Your eyes opened as you scanned the whole bar’s audience. As the flirty lyrics escaped from your wet lips, your (e/c) eyes made contact with the stormy blue eyes that held something questionable — Something dangerous. Although every man was basically gawking at you, the man who screamed danger had gotten your attention.

He was so in love.

You gave a shy smile to the crowd whose cheers were louder than your average soccer mom cheering for her children as soon as the last line left your lips. "Thank you, everyone!" You walked off the stage and straight to Ari's demise — he couldn't find you.

As he searched the entire bar for you, a sense of despair ran through his frigid veins. He was desperate to speak with the boy who could have been his entire future. That is until his sight was drawn to Vincent, who was currently flirting with a blushing woman.

Vincent then soon felt a hard tap on his broad shoulder. As he was about to curse whoever dared to touch him — his whole body shuddered, and his eyes screamed fear. Fear from Ari Levinson.

“Is he coming back?” Was all Ari had to say for Vincent to know who was speaking about. He wanted to refuse, but who could find the courage to refuse such a dangerous man who was feared by all? Vincent nodded quickly, attempting to escape his grasp.

Ari had the same butterflies he had when he first saw your frame go onto the stage. As he considered meeting you, a smile spread across his flawlessly chiseled face. He was certain of one thing, and one thing only — He was going to make you his and only his.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Darkness took over the clear night sky.

Your arms hugged your body from the shivering weather tonight. Your black guitar case was also held close to your body as you walked against the hard concrete. You had just sung a song.

Somehow, Mr. Vincent let you sing again at his well-known bar which had taken you by surprise. You would be forever grateful for him giving you another chance to sing another song. You were startled by the sound of muttering coming from the alleyway's corner.

The sight of six towering, black figures emerging from the corner made you furrow your brows. As you watched them creep closer to you, you swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat. “Hi, there baby~,” One of the creepy guys dressed in all black said to you.

Fuck... ‘Someone save me.’

Your back had hit the hard, rough brick wall that was covered in graffiti as the gang of men approached you. "Please, don't touch me!" As one of the men gripped your arm forcefully, you yelled out. The agony caused a little yelp to escape from your dry parted lips.

Tears stained your cheeks as the men held you against the wall and began to pull your pants down. You hoped — Just really hoped — that someone would save your poor helpless soul from the danger.

You heard a voice, but it wasn't just any voice; it was a manly, raspy, deep voice that came from behind the men. When one of the men who was holding you looked back, you could see a glimmer of panic — fear even — in their eyes. "Mr. Levinson... We were just-" The god-like figure, who stood taller than them all, cut the stuttering man off.

“I don’t care what the fuck you were doing. All I know is you all better back the fuck away from him before I get violent.” The man you knew as Mr. Levinson seethed through his teeth. You gulped from nervousness as the man whose eyes were a dangerous blue stalked closer to you and the men. To your surprise, they all backed away.

The men who were about to do horrible — traumatizing actions ran away like pussies when Ari stared deep into their souls. You wiped the tears that escaped your eyes as Ari makes his way over to you.

“Hey, you okay?” Ari asked with a hint of worry in his tone. Even though the man had saved you — you weren’t sure if you could trust him. Ari could see what you were basically thinking and needed to confront your thoughts. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. The name’s Ari.”

As he saw you relax into his strong arms, he offered you a big, happy smile. "(y/n) is my name." He already knew that — let's just say Ari was conducting some research on you. He needed to know what you liked and disliked before he could introduce himself.

He loves you that much.

Ari wanted to protect you from all dangers, just like he had done moments before, and keep you for himself. When you stepped back from his embrace, his body felt cold—the warm feeling gone. He already missed you. When he came up with an idea, his mind lit up.

“Sweetheart, it’s pretty late at night. How’re you getting home?” Goosebumps raised onto your (s/c) skin from the pet name. Fuck he was so sweet. “I was going to walk-” Ari cut you off.

“I’ll take you home. I’ll drive my motorcycle.” Before you could protest, the man had put his veiny strong hand on your lower back as he guided you to his jet-black motorcycle. Your arms wrapped around Ari’s waist and that fuzzy, chilling, warm feeling had come back.

You gently climbed off the bike as soon as you arrived outside your house. You flashed Ari a small shy smile as you considered what to say to him. "Thank you for the ride, Ari." You heard the deep manly voice calling out for you as you approached the front door.

“Can I maybe get your number?” Ari asked, his voice strained. You didn't think twice about grasping his phone and putting your number. "Bye, Ari." Ari grinned and gazed at you with admiration. "Goodnight, sweetheart." Sweetheart. You reached the wooden front door after hearing his motorcycle engine roar as you walked into your home.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

One week has gone by.

One long week since Ari Levinson saved you and one long week since you gave the man your number. Every night after your long shift, Ari would always be waiting for you outside the night.

Every time he would pick you up, you would feel the same butterflies that roamed around your stomach when just seeing him in your sight. You had always told him about your day, and he would always listen — That’s what you loved about the tall, strong man.

He listens.

This returns you to the present moment. Ari stood outside the bar waiting for you. He was finally going to ask the big — well not that big — question. Your guitar hugged close to your body as you see the man who would corrupt your — not so innocent — thoughts.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Ari hovered over your smaller frame and gently stroked his fingertip against your cheek. The warm gesture caused your face to warm with heat. "Hi, Ari. " You questioned the man, who had a gleam in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.

Ari swallowed the thick lump growing in his throat thinking about the question. Ari Levinson was nervous? That’s a first. “I actually wanted to ask you a question,” You raised your eyebrow at him — signaling him to continue. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

As that question escaped from your lips, you couldn’t be even happier that the man who has been on your mind 24/7 asked you out. Although Ari has had a bad reputation for being the bad boy of the town, you had noticed the man was nothing, but kind to you. Who wouldn’t accept his gesture? “I would love to, Ari.” You smiled at him.

Ari felt his dark heart spring out of his chest, only to be consumed by light — that light being you. The words you spoke allowed him to experience an emotion he had never experienced before. Love. Ari Levinson had had an overwhelming feeling of love consume him.

✦ 1 hour time skip ✦

As you returned from your date with Ari, you stepped out of the — cozy and small — diner. He stayed by your side as you both walked back to his motorcycle, which you had taken a liking to. You felt Ari's firm hands hold your hips as he assisted you aboard the bike.

When Ari drove off onto the — rough, patchy, and concrete — road, you begin to wonder where the man was taking you. It was sure not home because it wasn’t the normal route you would usually go on. “Where are we going, Ari?” You puzzled the man in front of you.

“You’ll see sweetheart.”

Your (e/c) eyes soon met the amazing view of a red blanket laid down on the prickly green grass. There was a fine bottle of wine with two glasses and a small red velvet cake. You looked back to Ari — who was already looking at you with full compassion.

“Ari... this is amazing!” You jumped upon Ari and around his waist with your legs. His eyes were wide with surprise, but he quickly covered it up with a smile. You both lay down on the blanket after jumping off the man, calmly admiring the gleaming stars above you.

The view was breathtaking, but it was Ari who stole the show in your eyes. The way he had treated you with kindness — even love — made you feel wanted. The sight of Ari placing his palm on top of yours made your stomach flutter with unwanted butterflies.

As you looked away, Ari smirked at the idea that had made its way to his mind. “Why don’t we leave and go to my house?” Your head snapped towards Ari and a frown grew onto your face.

Ari was terrified, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong to you. Ari had no desire to harm a helpless little angel like you. “I-I can’t.” You responded to the man. You quickly added to what you said before he could question, which you knew by the look of confusion on his face. "My father." Your eyes prickled with tears as your body grew hot.

Just the thought of him made you cry.

“What about your father, may I ask?” Ari questioned you calmy — not wanting to make it look like he was forcing you to answer him. You sniffled before answering. “He’s abusive. If I don’t go home, he’ll hurt me, or worse.” Your bottom lip trembled from the wicked thought.

Ari felt anger grow through his — now steaming hot — veins as he heard those words slip from your lips. The thought of someone hurting his angel made him feel an emotion he had never once felt with someone else. But Ari remembered he needed to stay calm.

He brought your head into his firm chest as you cried into it. He whispered nothing but soothing things trying to calm you down. “I’ll take care of him, sweetheart. Okay? You can stay at my house for as long as you need.” Ari laid a gentle kiss on top of your head.

You'd learned to trust the man who was now calming you, to the point where you'd trusted him with your life. That says a lot. Ari didn't hesitate to pick you up bridal style and bring you back to his bike when you nodded. You drove off the terrain, eager to get to his house.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Ari unlocked his wooden front door.

You were greeted by the — rather amazingly — smell of Ari’s scent when you entered his apartment. His apartment was decorated with a light grey wallpaper with some paintings planted on them.

Turning around, you faced Ari who was looking down at you with a dangerous gaze — a lustful gaze. “Ari? Are you-” You were cut off when you felt a pair of pink plump lips connect with yours. Your eyes widened, but you soon returned the kiss that was filled with lust.

Ari’s strong arms had wrapped themselves around your hips and picked you up — making your legs wrap around his waist. The feeling of butterflies roamed around both of your stomachs from the delicate touch that was caused by the man who was carrying you.

As they entwined together in motion, your tongues practically danced. Ari carefully placed you on the bed and slowly removed your shirt and pants. His lustful blue eyes inspected every single mark and scar on your body as if he had just discovered a hidden treasure. "So beautiful..." You sensed the same butterflies reappear again.

Oh, my fucking God...

He used his palm to grasp your knee and picked it up slowly. Eye contact never breaking — you could feel his tight bulge hit your plump ass as he moved around. You let out a soft moan, which made the dangerous man who was eye-fucking you let out a deep grunt.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me, pretty baby?” You nodded slowly at the man’s words, but then felt another poke. “I need you to use your words, (y/n)~” You took your bottom lip between your teeth — most likely drawing blood from said action. “Yes, Ari...”

The things this man was doing to you on the inside were so indescribable. The way Ari’s soft fingertips moved around your whole body made you feel warm inside. Not only did you feel these dangerous feelings, but Ari also felt them. The sound of your moans...

Like angels were singing a beautiful song.

He twisted you around, so your ass was facing him without warning, and your body shivered beneath Ari's touch as he rubbed his gentle fingertips against your hole. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." You did as he said, your eyes widen when you feel his tongue enter you.

“Fuck, daddy~” Ari’s deep grunt made vibrations enter your body as he heard the name, which he never thought you would say — and he fucking loved it. His tongue attacked your wet walls and your toes curled from the euphoric feeling he had been causing.

“Please don’t stop...” You pleaded to Ari who was giving you the best feeling you hadn’t felt in months — years maybe. But to your despise, he parted his tongue from your soaked hole which made a soft whine escape your lips. You didn’t know what his game was

— But it was working.

“Be patient, pretty baby... Daddy’s going to take care of you, okay?” You nodded but remembered he didn’t like your silence. “Yes, daddy.” Ari licked his plump bottom lip as he took his throbbing cock from his tight pants and gave it a few teasing strokes. He was so big.

“Ari, I don’t think it’ll fit.” Your voice held fear from the thought of dying from the dangerous man’s cock. A chuckle escaped his lips from your trembling words. “I’ll make it fit~” Ari slowly entered himself into you. A loud moan escaped your lips from the feeling.

Your back arched as Ari’s nails dug deep into your hips as he thrusts from a slow to fast pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the tender actions. Your knees trembled as you felt a rough smack on your left side ass cheek — which Ari had caused.

Ari held your body in his broad arms as bent over more. He took your right ear in between his lips, and he gently nibbled on it. The room was filled with the sounds of skin smacking against skin, as Ari slammed more and more into your body. You felt the rush of your desired orgasm coming in as the blue-eyed man hit your prostate.

“You’re mine, pretty baby... All mines~” You held your moan back from the possessiveness that filled Ari’s tone when he had said what he said. “Ari... I want to cum!” Your whine made Ari’s desires come true. “You’re going to cum with me, okay pretty baby?” You nodded.

You could feel the man’s cock twitch in your hole as his chest heaved up and down from the feeling of his orgasm reaching a finish. His hands grasped your hair tightly to add more friction as he finally felt himself about to explode deep inside of your trembling form.

“Cum, pretty baby. Cum with daddy~”

Without waiting for another second, you felt your cock leak cum — which made a loud moan escape your lips. Ari’s deep moans filled your ears as the marks he left on your ass turned him on even more. He finally let his cock explode deep into your prostate.

Heavy breaths could be heard from the both of you as he gently and slowly took himself out of you. Sweat covered both of your bodies as you laid down on his soft bed that had a black blanket.

“Thank you, Ari. For everything I mean.” You said as you laid your head on the man’s hairy soft chest. He gave you a small smile and gave you a small kiss on the top of your head. “You’re welcome, (y/n). I’m always here for you, okay?” You smiled gently and nodded at Ari.

‘I love him so much...”

Your thoughts were cut off by a deep chuckle that came from the man you were laying on. “Did I hear that correctly, sweetheart?” Your eyebrows furrowed from his words, but then you realized. “What are you— Shit. Did I say that out loud?” Your face heated from embarrassment, but the words that you heard next left you in shock.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Until the day that I die, I won’t leave your side.” The softness from Ari’s voice made the same butterflies come back to your stomach. Who would have known you would fall in love with the man who was feared by all, the knowing biker, Ari Levinson.

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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years

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“You're enjoying this, aren't you? You like when I'm jealous?”

Paring: Biker!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader / a tiny bit of Biker!Jake Jensen x Reader (because why not!)

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Mentions of smut, rough behaviour, swearing, pet names, jealousy, possessiveness.

A/N: I mean how could I not come up with a little drabble off this ask!! Thank you Ali for this wonderful prompt!!

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Ari’s eyes grew darker throughout the course of the night, while he watched you throw yourself over the club’s newest member Jake. You were using Jake and that fact that he was green to your own advantage, driving Ari to the brink of insanity.

You knew he wouldn’t batter a greenie in the first couple of weeks. Sure he could raise his voice if Jake stepped out of line, but throwing fists would only scare him off, and in truth Jake was a valuable asset.

However, watching you drape your legs over Jake’s like you usually do with him, made him want to damn all of his own rules.

It was pure torture watching you not-so-innocently dance you fingers up and down his biceps. The way you threw your head backwards at every joke he made, offering him your best flirty laugh.

He had to look away, he willed himself to look away, but it was impossible, you were mesmerising.

He so desperately wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs to his bed and ensure that Jake knew who you belonged to. But he held himself back, he wasn’t in the mood for a scene and he could tell by the darkness laced into your flirty grin you were definitely in the mood to cause one.

He watched as Jake gingerly muttered something to you, his cheeks flushed as headed off in the direction of the bathroom.

Momentary relief washed over Ari now that you were alone, but it didn’t last. You whipped your head in direction, offering him a knowing smirk as you stood up and made your way over to him, swaying your hips hypnotically, only breaking his stare when sat down beside him, back resting against the bar.

He remained silent, slowly sipping his whiskey through gritted teeth. His silence almost unsettled you, you knew that was his end game. He wanted to make you unsure of yourself, to make you apologise for having the same fun he was having.

He wasn’t getting that.

You cocked your head to the side, giggling menacingly at his stoic stature. “What’s wrong, Sugar?”

“You know what.” He grunted, knocking back the remnants of his drink and slamming it against the bar.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You shot back, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Cut the shit, sweetheart. It ain’t cute.”

“Whatever.” You muttered, growing bored of his attitude. He wasn’t going to give up with his sour mood and you weren’t going to let him drag you down with him.

You pushed yourself off the chair, strutting off in the direction of the ladies’ room, you felt his presence hot on your tail. He wasn’t giving up on that easily.

Ari cornered you, caging you between his body and the sticky walls that you were all too acquainted with. His calloused fingertips grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Making me jealous?’ He breathed, his hot breath fanned over your cheeks. The scent of whiskey lingered in the small gap between you, threatening to intoxicate your senses.

“Well how else is a girl supposed to get your attention?” The corners of your lips turned up coyly, you fluttered your eyelashes at him innocently.

“You’ve always got my attention, sweetheart.” His hand trailed down from your chin to rest at the base of your neck.

“You might want to make that a little clearer to Angela then.”

Ari chuckled darkly, “ahh so it’s not just me that’s being a jealous little birdy tonight.”

“Screw you.” You snarled, placing your hand on his chest you pushed his weight away from you, but he was solid as rock. He didn’t move an inch.

“You did that last night and this morning.” He shot back arrogantly, a shit eating grin teasing his pink lips. You rolled your eyes, looking over his shoulder at the blank wall as you searched for your own comeback.

When you remained silent, Ari knew he had the upper hand, so he continued toying with you. “He can't handle you, Sweetheart. Wouldn’t know what to do, how to make you scream.

His hand trailed down your body slowly, fingertips grazing over your breasts and along your waist. “He can’t do the things I do to you. We both know that if you leave with him tomorrow, you’ll be back in my bed tomorrow begging me to finish what he couldn’t.”

He leant in close, lips grazing every so slightly against your neck. His stubble tickling your supple skin as a shiver rippled through your body.

“But… I’ll take you upstair right now and fuck you until you can’t remember his name, until you’re a whimpering mess. All you have to do is say the magic words.” He muttered, his hot breath heavy in your ear. Fingers toying with the hem of your skirt begging to climb higher up your thighs.

You knew what he wanted, an apology and no matter how good he could make you feel, you were too stubborn to give in.

He wasn’t winning this game.

“Not tonight, Sugar.” You slipped out of his grasp,“I’ve got my sights set on someone else.”

You turned on your heels, strutting back down the hallway. As you reached the corner you turned back once offering him a winning smile and playful wink. “Have fun with Angela though, I heard from Nick that she has a very toothy head game.”

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starryevermore · 2 years

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the road to the altar: the big day ✧ ari levinson

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | pinterest board | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

summary: you and ari say “i do”.

word count: 2,338

warnings?: tooth-rotting fluff, pet name (sweetpea)

Countdown to the Big Day: Zero Days

If you thought you were nervous at your final dress fitting, it had nothing on what you were experiencing at this very moment. Everything was a flurry around you as the makeup artist swiped eyeshadow across your lids, the hair stylist fixing your hair. Somewhere behind you, Yelena was complaining about the lack of snacks in the room while Sarah tried to wrangle the Liam, AJ, and Cass, who were trying to avoid putting on their tuxes. Nat was off somewhere, telling one of the photographers all the things you and Ari wanted to get shots of before people started arriving and messing with the decorations. Another photographer was in the room, capturing the moments of you getting ready.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, almost startled by the change. You wore makeup regularly, sure, but bridal makeup? The woman who stared back in the mirror looked like you, but different. Almost regal. Some sort of ethereal quality about her.

“You must got some sort of magic in that eyeshadow palette,” you told the makeup artist.

“Don’t need magic when the subject is so beautiful already,” she said, grabbing the bottle of setting spray and uncapping it. “Shut your eyes for a second, okay?”

You obliged, feeling the mist of the spray coating your face. When you opened your eyes, she passed you a fan so you could dry your face while she grabbed the mascara. She’d said she liked to put the mascara on after the setting spray, something about it sticking better to people’s lashes. Plus, you were less likely to have to fix up runny mascara that way.

“Alright,” the hair stylist said, “does it look how you want?”

You looked back to the mirror, turning your head slightly to look at the different angles. “Could you pin down this section here? It looks like I’m going to get some flyaways at the first gust of wind.”

“Of course,” she said, grabbing a couple of bobby pins and securing the hair you were talking about.

“Oh my god! You look stunning!” Yelena said, finally abandoning her pursuit of snacks and looking over at you.

“Wait til you see her in her dress,” Sarah said, re-entering the room after getting the boys to the room Ari, Sam, and Bucky were getting ready in.

“Y’all flatter me,” you said. The makeup artist started applying your mascara. “How are the guys holding up?”

“I put Bucky in charge of getting the kiddos in their tuxes,” Sarah said. “Ari looked really excited. Kept asking how you were doing.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Said he was ready to do the first look as soon as you were.”

A first look—it had been something Sarah and Bucky did at their wedding. Instead of waiting to see each other when you were walking down the aisle, the two of you would see each other before the ceremony actually started. It let you get all the emotional jitters out early, giving time to do any makeup touch-ups if you cried a little too hard. Plus the pictures you could get? Oh, it was wonderful. And you couldn’t wait to do it.

Once your makeup and hair were officially finished, you got out of the chair and Sarah brought your dress over. You shed the robe you were given, and the girls helped you into the dress. Nat laced up the back, you staring at the mirror, tears pricking at your eyes.

“You look amazing,” Nat said. “Sarah told me how pretty you looked in your dress, but nothing beats seeing it in person.”

“Ari might pass out when he sees you,” Yelena says.

You laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far. Maybe pretend to pass out.”

Your dress was truly beautiful. It was a champagne color, off the shoulder with big, puffy, bubble-like sleeves. It had a low back, and a pretty corset. You pictured yourself as the subject of a Renaissance painting. One of a goddess, lounged out in nature, the kind of painting that would be the bane of students’ existence as they had to analyze it over and over and over again. The kind of painting that someone would hang a print of in their home, marveling at its beauty. The kind of painting that was loved and beloved.

“Can I see Ari now?” You looked over at Sarah. “You said he was ready when I was, right?”

“I’ll get him down to the spot you were talking about, okay? Then you come down in a few minutes.”

Sarah disappeared from the room and, as you waited, you looked out the window, seeing her and Ari out in the garden. You smiled, admiring the way the tux fit him. Even from afar, he looked so handsome. You reached down, gathering some of your dress, Nat and Yelena gathering the rest, and made your way downstairs.

Ari’s back was to you when you got outside. Both of the photographers were there, too. One was behind you to catch Ari’s face, and the other was behind Ari to catch yours. Your heart thumped in your chest as you walked up to him, Ari bouncing on the balls of his feet as he was equally nervous. You reached your spot and Nat and Yelena let go of your dress, making it look nice and pretty before taking a few steps back.

Taking a deep breath, you reached over and tapped on Ari’s shoulder. Slowly, Ari turned, his baby blue eyes immediately filling with tears, his hand flying up to cover his mouth.

“You weren’t supposed to cry so soon! Now I’m gonna cry!” you said, already wiping away the tears spilling out of your own eyes.

Ari reached out, taking your face in his big hands, his thumbs swiping over your tears. “Oh, sweetpea, you look so beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful wife.”

“You look so handsome, too,” you said, leaning into one of his hands, sniffling. “You cleaned up your beard.”

“Debated on shaving it—”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t!” you said, adding a dramatic gasp. “You know how much I love your beard. Would feel like I was marrying another man if you shaved it off.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” Ari said. He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against yours. His breath fanned over your face as he asked, “Is it bad luck if I kiss you now?”

“I don’t know about bad luck, but I sure want you to kiss me now,” you said, your lips ghosting over his.

“Your wish is my command.”

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the love between Ari Levinson and Sweetpea—” Sam coughed, sending you a wink. “—excuse me, Y/N Y/L/N, and to join these two in matrimony. Ari and Sweetpea elected to write their vows, which they will exchange now. Ari?”

Ari looked to you, his eyes shining with tears again. He took your hands in his, running his thumbs over the tops of your hands. “Sweetpea,” he said, “you have made me the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. I’ve been alone for a long, long time. I used to think I’d always be alone. I’d accepted that. But that minute I saw you—the most beautiful woman in the world with the most adorable kid, standing right next to my bike…God, I just knew I wanted to be a part of your life. Didn’t matter what the capacity it was. I just wanted to be a part of it.”

“I didn’t make it easy for you.”

The crowd laughed, and Ari did, too. “No, you didn’t. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way. You were worth it. You were worth every second. Back when I thought I’d be alone forever, I was sure no one would ever love me. But being with you…Even before we started dating, I felt loved. Even before you knew it. Even when your heart was still guarded and you were scared to let me in. And I loved you, too. I always will. When you finally let your walls go down, when you let me love you and you let yourself love me…I swore I would make sure you knew that I would always be there for you. That, anything you wanted, I would provide. Because you made me the happiest man in the world, and all I ever wanted was to make you just as happy, if not happier. Sweetpea—Y/N Y/L/N, I can’t believe that this is the life that I’m now living, but I couldn’t be more grateful for it. I will always love you, through this life and whatever life comes next. I mean it.”

“Oh, Ari—”

“Ah, ah! No kissing until I say so!” Sam teased. “Sweetpea, would you like to say your vows?”

You nodded, sniffling. Behind you, Sarah handed you a tissue, which you took, wiping at your eyes. “Shoot, it’s hard to come after something as sweet as that, but I sure will try.” You looked at Ari, a smile curving across your lips. “Ari Levinson, you are the most amazing man I have ever met. Before I met you, I was sure I’d never love another man again. I didn’t really want to, if I was being honest. It had just been me and Liam for so many years. I got by with just me and him for that entire time. I was scared that if I let another man into my life that Liam or I or both would get attached, and then he would leave, and we’d both be worse off for it. I pushed out a lot of people because of it. But you…You always stayed. I gave every reason for you to run. I was cold, I was a tiny bit judgmental, it took me ages to finally let you even be a friend. But no matter how hard I pushed, you always stayed.”

“I always will.”

“I know, and I’ve never had someone love me like that. Someone who looked at me and decided that I was worth every bit of trouble I gave. And, God, that scared me even more. I was terrified that the second I let you in, you’d just decide I actually wasn’t worth all that and leave. And I really couldn’t handle that. But then you left town for a week for work, and I…hated every second you were gone. I hated being away from you. I didn’t realize how much I cared until you’d left, and I knew that I couldn’t keep doing things like that anymore. I couldn’t keep pushing you away. Not when I loved you. Letting you in was the second best thing that’s ever happened in my life.”

“The first being Liam?”

“The first being Liam. And I haven’t regretted this decision—except, perhaps, that I made you wait as long as I did. Because loving you, Ari…It’s indescribable. You don’t even have to give me anything, you don’t have to do anything beyond being yourself, and I would feel like I was crowned queen of the world. I never thought I’d love a man like this, but I’m so glad I did, and I’m so glad it’s you.”

Ari started to lean in, his hand reaching up to cup your face, but Sam immediately smacked it. “Nuh uh! We exchange rings and then I say when we do the kissing!”

Ari rolled his eyes dramatically, before turning around, and kneeling down to Liam’s height. “Got the rings, bub?”

Liam nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the tiny velvet bag they were being housed in. He opened the bag, and gave Ari the rings.

“Thanks, bub.”

“No problem, Dad,” Liam said, “but don’t make Mom cry like that again, okay?”

“Oh, it’s happy tears, baby!” you laughed.

“Hmm. Well, don’t make her cry that hard out of sadness.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Ari rose back up and turned around, handing you his ring and holding onto yours. “Ready, Sam.”

“Alright, Ari, please place the ring on Sweetpea’s finger and repeat after me.”

Ari placed the ring on your left ring finger. Sam said the words first, a sentence at a time, with Ari repeating, “The fitting of this ring with its unending circle symbolizes my everlasting love for you. The placing of this on your finger is the fulfillment of my dreams to have you as my friend, my love, my wife, to live as one forever. With this ring, I give you my heart. From this day forward, you shall not walk alone. My heart will be your shelter, and my arms will be your home.”

Sam turned to you, doing the same process as you placed the ring on Ari’s finger, you repeating, “The fitting of this ring with its unending circle symbolizes my everlasting love for you. The placing of this on your finger is the fulfillment of my dreams to have you as my friend, my love, my husband, to live as one forever. With this ring, I give you my heart. From this day forward, you shall not walk alone. My heart will be your shelter, and my arms will be your home.”

Sam grinned, finally saying, “By the power vested in me under the laws of the great state of Louisiana, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Sam looked over at Ari, nodding his head, saying, “Alright, go on, kiss her like you mean it.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Ari said. He took you in his arms, spinning you and dipping you, kissing you hard. “I love you, sweetpea,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too, lover boy,” you said.

“Think we can skip the reception and go straight to the honeymoon?”

“Are you kidding? I wanna eat the cake!”

“Fine, fine,” Ari said. “Cake, then honeymoon.”

“You’re rotten.”

“And you love me for it, Mrs. Levinson.”

“Damn right I do, Mr. Levinson.”

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Would you choose mafia ari who lets you take your time with that little boyfriend of yours while stalking you and making sure you are not in danger after you catched his eye when you stepped in to your bosses office while ari was giving him a warning

Biker ari who tries to make his way into your life since you just moved to the town but omg whats that? A rival gang noticed his interest to you and when he learned that ari kidnaps you because that's the only way to protect you according to him. (Yes, i have a kidnapping kink ma'am)

(Unfortunately, I can't send many requests at the moment because the internet is not good in my location, but I will continue to spam you as soon as possible)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, HAVE A GOOD DAY

I mean. We all know what we're thinking with this gif. Hehe. 😇

Back to the question! I would pick biker!Ari for the sole purpose that it sounds like I'm single in that scenario. With mob!Ari, I feel like my boyfriend might get hurt. And in time I don't think I'll complain about being kidnapped. I wonder who the rival is. 😏

I hope you're having a good week so far and I appreciate the time you take to send in asks. 🥰 Love and thanks! ❤️

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veralyonn · 2 years

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feeling sad bcs i know no one would ever treat me like @angrythingstarlight bikers’ boys treat their girls

#biker!steve rogers #biker!ari levinson #biker!bucky barnes #god.. its me again #ranting #blablablaa

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itiswormtimebaby · 10 months

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Here’s what I’m thinking about:

Biker!Ari catching you riding the arm of his couch; and Christ he wants to be a good person, wants to leave you alone and not drag you further into the messes their MC always seems to find but you’re not making it easy and he’s only human and you’re panting so sweetly and he can see where the cloth has darkened under your ministrations and-

“Stand up.”

You hadn’t heard him enter, had, in fact, been under the impression he would be out of town for the entire weekend. It was why, despite feeling deep licks of shame, you’d allowed yourself to get to this point- desperately humping his furniture like a bitch in heat. But it had been hell, being in his space, surrounded by his scent, all day spent with your nerve endings on fire and panties damp. Until meeting Ari you’d never struggled with the debilitating need to be filled but now it’s all your body seemed to crave, desperate to be fucked, empty space throbbing inside of you as a constant reminder of your frustration, of your need for what you knew only he could give. Nothing had worked to allieve that pain and so in a last act of desperation you’d ripped off your panties and straddled the arm of the couch, dragging your aching clit across it in hard hurried passes but now-

Now he was here, you were caught, and his words, though softly spoken, left no room for argument. On shaking legs you stood, ignoring the mess of arousal hidden just below the hemline of your skirt; “C’mon.” The soft, dark timbre of his voice had you involuntarily clenching, despite the panic now welling inside as you followed him into his dimly lit garage.

Nothing else was said as you watched him cautiously, waiting for his disgust, waiting for him to send you away despite the order to protect you, waiting for him to call Steve and let him know his girls best friend was a freak, waiting-

In your creeping panic you’d missed him moving to start his bike, but the growl of the engine was hard to ignore and worked in startling you out of your thoughts. He was standing just in front of it, gripping the handlebars tightly as he leaned forward slightly over them; “Get on.” This command was followed by a jerk of his head, motioning for you to climb onto the bike. Cautiously you did so, trying to maneuver onto the black leather seat without flashing him your bare sex. He towered over you in this position, his massive form crowding your space as he bent further down to nudge his nose at the skin just behind your ear as you finally allowed your weight to drop and-

Christ.

Fuck.

Holy shit.

You couldn’t have stopped yourself even if you wanted to, the engine's vibrations forcing your hips to involuntarily slide against the worn leather of his seat, drenching it in sticky strings of arousal as you chased a rapidly approaching high, your clit alight with the new sensation. Ari’s lips moved over your ear, licking and nipping at the exposed skin as you clenched around nothing and fucked yourself closer to oblivion. One of Ari’s hands found the swell of your hip, pulling you up to hover over the seat despite your wines, weak knees shaking, as the other stretched you around two thick fingers at once, curling them in and out, scissoring to stretch you in promise of something much larger.

The pleasure was there, so close, so close, until-

“From now on the only thing you rub that sweet cunt against is me,” Ari yanked his fingers from you with little ceremony as both large hands moved to press down on your shoulders synchronously, firmly pressing you back against the vibrating bike, clit alighting with painful pleasure as your orgasm finally tore through you, “or her.”

#biker!ari #ari levinson smut #biker ari smut #ari smut #hwita

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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For your birthday celebration: can you do a biker!au of any one with the prompt “Babe, you look like you’re about to pass out”

Oooh yes I’d love any opportunity to expand my Biker!Ari universe! Its gonna need its own masterlist before long!

The Flu - Biker!Ari Levinson x Reader

You can check out my other Biker!Ari headcanons here and here!

Warnings: Flu! Biker Ari! (Because he needs his own warning!

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The Flu

Ari decided to get the the bar a little earlier than usual today, hoping to spend a bit more time with you before your shift started

But as time ticked on and drew closer to your usual starting time, you had yet to appear

You arrived a whole 5 minutes late which was Ari’s first indication that something was wrong

He watched you shuffle behind the bar, shivering slightly despite the fact it was pretty warm out, tugging the sleeves of your shirt down.

“Hey Ari” you greeted “the usual?” You ask already grabbing the bottle of scotch, your voice all stuffy and tired.

“Uh yeah… is everything okay? You don’t sound great” he says his brows pinching together in concern.

“Yeah” you say waving it off “just a small cold, i’ll be fine once I get going and the meds kick in”

“You shouldn’t really be working if you’re ill, you’ll only get worse” Ari says shaking his head

“Yeah well nobody is available to cover so its this is or close the bar” you shrug as you move to wipe down the sides.

“I could cover” Ari offers but you shake your head.

“You’re not even an official employee, I can’t keep letting you work for free” you tell him.

“Well lets sign some paper work then” Ari shrugs.

“No Ari I’m fine I promise” you state making Ari huff but he decided to trust you.

Despite that he made sure to keep an eye on you.

Every time you caught him you would tell him you were fine but you definitely weren’t fine, Ari could see you slowly getting worse

It was when you stepped out from behind the bar and stumbled over your own feet that Ari stepped in. His large hands easily catching you and keeping you up right.

“Babe, you look like you’re about to pass out” he said, concern lacing his voice as he took in your pale, sweaty complexion and droopy eyes.

“I’m- i’m fine, just a funny five” you reason but you were still swaying.

Ari frowned holding the back of his hand to your forehead and hissing when he felt how hot it was “fuck babe, you’re burning up, you must have the flu”

“No its-its just a- just a head- head cold” you slurred blinking slowly as you tried to look up at him.

“You’re getting some rest now” Ari states scooping you up into his arm “and I’m gonna take car of you”

“Bu- but the bar” you managed to say already half passed out in his arms

“I’ll call in a couple favours, don’t worry they have experience” he promises

“M’kay” you murmur practically half asleep in his arms.

For the rest of your shift Ari split his time between caring for you in the back office and keeping an eye on the bar.

He made sure you took some medicine and brought you cold rags to place on your forehead to help cool you down.

When it came to the end of your shift he took you back home to your place and slept on your couch just in case you needed him in the night

SEND ME SOME BIRTHDAY PROMPTS!

Sleepy Prompts

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Keys In Your Ignition, Part 7

Summary: It’s time for a vote

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explict

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, mutual fingering, depictions of grief, depictions of depression, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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*divider created by @firefly-graphics

Ari jumps off his bike, holding out a hand for you, and you give him a long look. He clears his throat, wiggling his fingers at you, and you shake your head, “Doll, I’m not asking. You knew what getting on the back of my bike meant, you chose on your own.”

“What did you want to talk about?” your eyes look at everything but him. The patches on his cut, and you’re sure soon, they will change. “Ari, wh-what happened before…before you got to the funeral home?”

“I’m not talking about that out in the open. The whole fucking club already knows. Now get your pretty little ass off my bike, and into the goddamn house. Your father lacked punishing you, and that’s why you prance around acting like you are untouchable. Get in the house.”

You try to swallow, but your mouth is dry. Nervous as to what’s going on, but you do grab his hand, “Good girl. See, I can be nice.”

He walks you into the house, and stepping behind you, his hands pull off your shawl, letting the tips of his fingers graze over your skin, “Ari, fuck me.”

Currently your only ploy to get anyone to do anything for you. Using sex as a way to not deal with the too extreme emotions that linger over your head. “Ari, please?”

“Is that what you want? Me to slide my fat cock into your pretty little cunt, while I talk to you?”

“No, I-I-I just want you to fuck me.”

“Not happening, Doll.”

“Quit calling me that! I’m not a doll. I’m not a plaything.”

“You sure like to serve yourself up to be my plaything,” moving to stand in front of you, he grips at your ass before picking you up. His hands move you up and down his front, creating a delightful friction, in hopes of getting you nice and wet for him.

Walking into the bedroom, he continues his motions on him, until he has you whimpering, biting at your lip. Ari drops you to the bed, and starts ripping off your clothes. “Ari, I don’t have anything here.”

“You won’t need it,” he pulls at his belt buckle, ripping out his belt completely. “Hands tied or no?”

When those pouting eyes look up at him, he looks down at your body. Your legs already spreading for him, “I guess tied.”

“I won’t be able to touch you,” your voice meek, but still lacking conviction behind your words.

There’s so much of Ari that almost pities you. Especially after everything that happened earlier. His hand smooths over your bare skin, spending extra time on your breasts. Normally he’s more handsey. Slapping at your sensitive areas, but this is new. Even his kneading is careful. Tender.

“Ari, just fuck me,” you sniffle. Refusing to let tears fall from your eyes. “Just…”

“That’s not what you need. You need to hold me?” you give him a nod, and he removes his cut and shirt. And you gaze up at his tattooed skin. Shoulders broad, and you reach up to rub over his pectoral muscle. His hands return to your soft skin, grazing down your sides, and gripping to your hips. “Doll, I’m not fucking you tonight.”

“Please,” your voice on the edge of cracking. “Daddy, please.”

“Stop calling me that,” those thick fingers pull open his pants, and he shuffles them off. His thick shaft bouncing up and you give him a whimper.

Using his thighs he pushes your legs further apart, and that hand runs through your weeping cunt. Moaning at your slick gathering on his hand, before entering three fingers, and you yelp at the stretch. “Ari,” you slide a hand down, meeting his own, and try to pull him out of you. “I need your cock.”

“And I’m busy. Either you stuff this sloppy cunt with your hand, or just sit back and relax,” unsure of how to get him to just take you out of your thoughts. Pushing your own two fingers into your full cunt. A desperate moan, exits your mouth at just how full you feel.

“Since you listen like a good girl,” he pulls out his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. Your tongue circled around each one. Tasting your tangy sweet essence, and you sit up, pulling at his hips.

He follows your direction, moving to hover over you, and with one jolt of his hips rolling into you, he sinks his cock into your warmth and you cry out in the night.

“Let it out,” he hums. Pulling completely out of you before roughly slamming back in. “I want to protect you.”

“I don’t need it. I can take care of myself,” his thrust into you is harsh, and demanding. Your hand clinging onto him tighter, “Ari, I don’t.”

“I know about you and Bucky,” he stills his movement, letting his weight rest on you, causing you to gasp. His hands pull yours above your head, that sinful mouth of his nibbling and sucking on your neck. Ari’s rips roll into yours as he ruts into you.

“You should have told me.”

“I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Did he use you?” you shake your head no, reveling in how he overtakes your body. “Did you love him?” he gets a nod, and he slams into you. “You want me to help you forget?”

“Please. I don’t want to hurt anymore,” his body pushes even more into your tight snatch, and you become completely pliant. Letting Ari to overtake your body in a way he never has. “Ari…Ari, I can’t love you.”

He gives your neck a hard bite, starting to jackhammer into you. “I can’t. I can’t love ever again,” sobbing, and refusing to look at him. Head turned to the side as you let him physically claim you. An outward appearance that you were Ari’s. Everyone now knew, and you didn’t feel any better.

“Ari!” you scream out in pleasure, Ari’s hips slamming into you. “Oh god, A-A-Ari.”

“I make you feel good. I own this cunt. She’s squeezing me so tight. Doesn’t want to let me go. Got you crying out your frustrations. And I’ll fuck you everyday until you forget. And I’m shooting blanks. Don’t have to worry about an unwanted child.”

He leans off you, watching your body succumb to him, but not your heart, “I’ll take this cunt, until you give me what I really want,” on his knees, he picks you up by your hips, using your body to slam over him. You’re weakened with pleasure, but still you don’t fold.

“You’ll be wearing my marks all over your body, so no one will even think about touching you. Even that asshole JB. He won’t ever hurt you again. I’ll let my seed drip down your leg, so everyone will know. I want you here, everyday. I want you on the back of my bike. I want everyone to know you’re my old lady.”

His words are so soft, but his movements rushed. Animalistic. Needy. And almost desperate. His length deep in your tunnel, and your vision blurry as a sweet release builds up in your belly. Your hands scratch down his arms, and he hisses as you draw blood. “Doll, be mine. Please, baby. Quit playing your fucking games with me. Let me take care of you. Be with you everyday. Spoil you. Please.”

“O-okay,” your voice haggard, and he pushes down on your lower stomach. A jolt of pleasure courses through your blood, but Ari doesn’t stop. Chasing his own high, while you speak in tongue. Wanting to push him away and simultaneously pull him closer. Arching your back so he can bottom out. Your juices spilling out onto the bed. And with one final blow into your warmth, you feel hot ribbons of his spunk shoot into your cunt.

Ari’s body goes limp, and he drops on top of you. Your hands give his back scratchies, and he adds a few more marks onto your body. “I’ll do this everyday, until every part of you is mine. Mind, body, and soul. I don’t want just your cunt. But I’ll take that until you’re mine.”

“All in favor of Ari being president, say aye,” Curtis’ voice booms through the chapel.

Everyone around the table gives out an aye, until it gets to Bucky, and Sam turns to glare at him, “This isn’t personal Buck. This is what’s right for the club.”

Bucky rubs his sweaty palms over his jeans. He saw you come in with Ari. Your neck littered with hickeys, and you even gave Ari a kiss in front of everybody. Your hand resting on his lower belly. A show for everyone present. It makes him sick.

“Aye,” he grunts out, finishing up the gore.

“And all for Steve as Vice President,” again a chorus of Ayes. Stopping at Steve.

“Nay,” he says. His fingers tapping on the table. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a knife. Removing his cut, he starts removing his patches. “I’m out. I’m moving into the city. I can’t do this. I’m done. This club is devouring me, and I’m becoming a person I don’t like. Not anymore. I nominate Bucky as VP.”

Everyone’s eyes flit around the table, and Ari gives a solid nod, “I agree. JB should be our Vice President.”

Going around the table, everyone agrees, and Ari slams down the gavel. “That’s it then. Steve,” he slides his chair back quickly and starts stomping out the door, “Steve!”

You stand up quickly, seeing the door open, but you’re met with an angry looking Steve and patches cut off his cut. You go to chase after him, but Ari wraps an arm around your waist. “Steve! Wait!”

He stops in his tracks, but doesn’t turn to look at you, “Don’t leave me.”

“I can’t take care of you anymore. It’s Ari’s job.”

“Steve! Don’t leave me, please! I need you! We need each other!” you hear his motor start up, and tears spill down your eyes. “Steve, don’t! No!” you cry as his bike rolls out of the lot. “Everybody always leaves me! Get off!” you give Ari’s hand a smack. “Get off! Let me go!”

He starts pulling you back to the rooms, while you kick and scream. “Let her go,” Curtis speaks calmly. “She’s already lost her mother, her first love, her baby, her dad, and now her brother. Give her a moment.”

“Mind your fucking business,” he grunts as he pulls you into his room. You still smack at his body, wanting him to just get off of you, instead he holds you tighter. Give your body a little squeeze, before you quit fighting.

“Ari, make him come back.”

“He made his choice, baby,” he finally drops the hold on you, but you turn towards him, jumping into his arms, and thankfully he holds you tight again. “I’m sorry. He made his choice.”

“I’m so tired. I'm so tired of this. I wanna go home.”

“Where’s home?“

With your head resting on his shoulder, you point a finger at his chest. “What do you want to do?”

“Make me forget. Remind me of who I belong to,” your words robotic, but Ari is determined for you to feel again. Desiring you to want him past a sick need to forget. “Fuck me so hard I pass out.”

“Baby Doll…”

“Fuck me so hard I pass out. It’s a need at this point.”

Ari may growl, but with you still like a koala on him, he marched in front of everyone. “Drink. Have fun. Me and the old lady are going home,” walking out to his bike, he gets on, leaving you wrapped around his front, when his bike rolls out of the parking lot.

Bucky slams his bottle into the trash, before marching to his room at the clubhouse before slamming the door. Curtis’ fingers taps on the counter, wondering what needs to be done. Bucky and Ari could be a good fit as the president and VP, but both were fighting a losing battle with you.

“How long do you think it’s gonna take for them to kill each other?” Sam says, shaking his head. “Imagine him going behind his best friend’s back, while he takes his sister’s innocence. And then Ari. What the fuck?” his hand rubs over his head, and he looks at the hallway to the rooms. “He still loves her.”

“They had a traumatic experience together,” Curtis grabs up his phone, flicking through his contact. “Excuse me.”

He walks outside, lighting a cigarette before making a call. “Hey, kid.”

“Usually when you call me it’s no good. What do you want?”

Curtis puffs on his stick, and grins, “I hear ya. Listen, there’s this girl.”

“Please don’t set me up with anyone.”

“It’s not like that. I want to give her an out. She was raised in the club with no mother. Her dad was the president, he just died, and her brother just left the club without another word to her. I want her to have an option.”

“Just because you're my brother, doesn’t mean you need to run to me for help.”

“Did you get in?”

“Yep,” the man on the phone gives a giggle, “You’re talking to a future Harvard Alum.”

“I just need to give her options. She’s getting caught up in this mess. She’s a good kid. And she’s not in a good situation.”

“Fine. I’ve got an extra room. Dad’s put up a pretty penny for this place. I guess I’m not the disappointment of the family.”

“Yeah, you’re just the asshole,” the brothers laugh, and give each other a farewell. Before Curtis thinks of another option. Needing to get in touch with the asshole of the hour, Steve. He would be the best option. And a way for you to feel wanted. And from what he’s observed, that’s what you desire the most. He knows you need time to cope and heal. It’s his personal mission to make sure you’re okay.

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