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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Give us some mean ATA Ari content pwease🥺

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

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

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

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

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.56K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't wait for this pairing !!

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sweetsbfreex · 10 months

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who loves you

summary: a four month long situationship with Ari goes south when you see a text you shouldn't have

pairing: college!hockey player!ari x situationship/fwb!reader

warnings: none?

Fuck. You felt refreshed and blissed out as you sat up and stretched. Watching Ari’s bare, fit body disappear into his bathroom.

It always surprised you how he showers without his phone because that meant he showered with no music. You couldn’t imagine taking a shower without music, how else would you fulfill your popstar dreams. But alas, Ari was different from a lot of the guys you’ve previously been with.

You drop back against his bed, smiling at the ache between your legs. Ari was a lot of things and a sex god was definitely one of them.

The incessant buzzing from a phone..his phone jerks you from your blissed out state.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Okay, what the hell?

You grab his phone beside you, it comes to life when you lift it.

Joy ;)

—Meet you in the parking lot after? My place?

—I’ll wear the special panties with your number on them

You squint as more texts roll in. Special panties? Her place? The fucking winky emoji by her name?

What. The. Fuck.

You stare in disbelief for who knows how long, feeling a little hurt and naive.

“Why is my phone in your hand?”

Ari stands at the end of his bed. A towel wrapped around his hips as he runs another through his shoulder length hair. Your eyes can’t really help to worship the droplets over his chest.

“Who’s Joy?” You push out the question.

You can see something change in Ari as he walks over and takes his phone from your grasp. “None of your business, why are you snooping around”

You scoff, “I wasn’t snooping! It kept buzzing and I thought it was an emergency or something. Who’s Joy?” you question again, annoyed at the way he’s avoiding your question.

“I don’t appreciate you looking through my phone. And she’s none of your fucking buisness, so drop it”

You stare up at him, subconsciously lifting his sheet to cover your bare chest.

“You’re having sex with other people?” you accuse, and deep down you're confident you know the answer, but that naive part of you is hoping it’s all a misunderstanding.

“And if I am? We’re just fucking around too. Are we not?”

Your breath stutters at his admission. Although the two of you have never stated terms of this…relationship, his actions have always spoken louder than words. Everyone thought the two of you were together. Even though he’s never formally asked you to be his girlfriend, you always had an inkling that he would at some point.

Your stomach flips thinking of his protectiveness over you, the way he’d always pay if he was there, and the way he goes out of his way to check up on you after his practices. Or the way you’re always there for him at every game, his number and name on your back as you cheer him on.

Shit, even the sex was anything unlike a pair of friends. It always felt intimate between the two of you. Your toothbrush stood next to his in his bathroom, and yours, for Christ sakes.

“Are you being serious right now?”

Ari shrugs. Fucking shrugs at your question.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you’re upset. In no way have I ever committed myself to you.”

That stings.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” You mutter, trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes.

“I don’t.”

“Fuck you, Ari.” You seethe, dressing yourself with speed. “Have fun with Joy.” You tell him, buttoning your jeans, and gathering your shoes in your hand. Anything to get out of this humiliating scenario.

You shove your way past Ari’s confused figure. Which stops you as he grabs your elbow, “I’m not understanding what the big deal is? You’re telling me you haven’t been sleeping around.”

You remove your elbow from his grasp, “No. I haven’t. And if I did, I’d at least have the decency to let you know.” And with that, you’re out of the room.

Ari stands there for at least a minute, disgruntled and confused with what the fuck just happened. He shakes his head trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was missing.

“You’re a fucking idiot, a moron if you will. Maybe a dodo would fit better?—” Ransom laughs to himself as relaxes in his spot in the frats living room, snacking on his favorite biscuit cookies.

“Ran,” Steve interrupts the way Ransom isn’t helping. Softly shaking his head in reprimandment. “Now isn’t the time.”

Ransom only shrugs, and looks back to the television.

“I hate to say it, man. But Ransom is right, the only answer was in front of you the whole time.” Sam tosses in his opinion, clapping Ari on the back.

“Well what the fuck is it? Why is no one saying what I’m missing?”

“She likes you, Levinson.” Bucky answers, walking through the living room and out the door, his key to his motorcycle swirling around a finger. He didn’t need to know the full conversation to know what exactly was going on. He would’ve stayed to watch the aftermath, but he had a certain spicy redhead waiting for him at her apartment

Ari doesn’t mean to sound dramatic, but he quite literally feels the world tilt on its axis at the discovery. He’s admired you for a while, but never in his mind did he think he was the right guy for you. He’s seen the guys you’ve dated before and they were the complete opposite.

Intelligent, brainy, in tons of clubs, they wouldn’t do stupid shit like fighting on ice skates because it’s fun. They were guys who any mother would love.

Fuck. He can’t believe this, there’s no way.

“What—“

“Dude, you can’t be so blind, to not see how in love with you she basically is,” Ransom says around a mouth full of cookies. “The sex is probably great, but you think a chick like her is gonna wanna be around you without an ounce of admiration.”

“I think what Ransom is trying to say is: there’s a lot of telling that y/n has feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure her getting offended that you’re sleeping with other people is a big one.” Steve says.

“Fuck.” Ari groans, running his hand down his face and over his scruff.

“How would you feel if y/n told you she was screwing someone else?” Sam asks.

“Livid.”

Sam snaps his finger pointing at the dark look already on Ari’s face. “There you go.”

“Fuck. She’s not even answering my calls. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Give her time to cool. If anything, maybe she’ll be at the game?” Steve offers.

“Maybe,” Ari mutters.

But you never picked up a single call and for some reason, even picked up that Ari thought of swinging by your apartment. You had texted him to leave you alone.

And then Saturday rolled around…

“How long have you been into hockey? I’d never take you up as a sports girl. Sorry that sounded terrible—“

“It’s okay, Jake.” You laugh. “Not until this year, you’re right I’m not really into sports at all. What about you?”

“I really got into it with my dad, we used to watch every game together if we could,” he smiles at the memories.

“That’s really sweet,” you smile back, placing your hand over his.

Jake Jensen is a computer science major you befriended over your French class last semester. But the both of you basically ran in the same social groups, leading to you guys staying friends.

When talking about the upcoming game, you had let it slip that you passed the deadline to donate your ticket, and couldn’t find anyone to sell it to. Leaving you to go to the game alone or getting a strike.

Jake was kind enough to let you join him. You would’ve joined Natasha and the others, but it felt too weird to you and you wanted no chance running into Ari. Especially since you weren’t wearing his jersey like you usually do.

You haven’t spoken to him all week, minus the small text you sent, and you refused to. Even though he had tried non stop to run into you on campus.

“Have you—“ Jake starts, but is interrupted by the commentators introducing the team. Everyone stood up and cheered at the sight of the school’s players.

Ari skates out with a smile on his face, lifting a hand in the air as he waves and joins the line of his teammates. As he does so, he tries to find you, but it’s hard to distinguish you among the wave of people in the stadium. Especially since you weren’t seated in your undesignated-designated seat closer to the rink.

But he shakes it off, putting himself in the right mindset for the game.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our favorite time of the night: THE KISS CAM!”

Some players skate and others like Ari, watch the Jumbotron during the brief break.

The first is an elderly couple, then a pair of random strangers who kiss under the playful pressure, two pairs of students, parents with their children who dramatically gag. That makes everyone chuckle, including himself.

They go around the stadium one last and he cannot fucking believe it. His hand becomes around his stick.

He can feel his teammates staring at him in sympathy. But Ari cannot look away from the Jumbotron.

The first thing he notices is your flustered smile, that you came to the game sans his jersey, and the most noticeable of all is the dork sitting next to you with his arm behind your seat, looking just as bashful.

He’s livid. You’ve been avoiding him all week, probably doing who knows what with this guy.

“You know what you gotta do,” teases the commentator. You laugh behind the back of your hand. Jake sits beside you just as flustered, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb.

In no way is he against kissing Y/n, but he also doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“C’mon folks!”

You stare at Jake, shrugging a shoulder in question. Jake only smiles back before sitting up straighter. The both of you go to lean in. Your lips press softly against his until a loud smack of temper glass breaks it up.

The two of you jolt away at the sound of a disgruntled voice. You look to see Ari, “hey!” His voice booms. “Back the fuck off my girl!”

“What— who is he?” Jake’s eyebrows knit together as he points towards the enraged giant pointing a menacing finger towards him.

“An asshole who doesn’t know what he wants.” You answer, shaking your head towards Ari before you place a kiss on Jake’s cheek.

You watch as Ari stands behind the plexiglass. And even though you’re about eight rows back, you can see the confused and upset expression on his face. A pinch in his eyebrows and a pitiful glare in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry about that, Jake.”

“It’s nothing, don't worry.” He smiles, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”

“Sour patch kids, if that’s alright.”

“No problem.”

You look at anywhere but Ari during the rest of the brief intermission.

Ari 🏒🦁

—Meet me outside the locker room

—Please?

You sigh as you grab your stuff. Just before the two of you reach outside the stadium, you gain Jake’s attention.

“I’m really sorry to cut our hangout short, but I had a lot of fun. I just have to handle something really quickly.”

Jake tries not to show the disappointment on his face, “I’m gonna rightfully assume it has something to do with that ‘asshole who doesn’t know what he wants’?”

“Unfortunately,” you smile ruefully.

“Okay,” he nods his head. “I hope everything goes well. I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely,” you hug him before you make your way outside the doors of the locker rooms, with no trouble which you can guess is because of Ari.

You smile awkwardly at the glances of Ari’s teammates. You hate that everyone has seen that happen and you assume most of his teammates know the intimate details of what’s gone down between you two. Which only adds another layer of unnecessary awkwardness. Time passes before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, looking up to see Steve at your side, a timid grin.

“The locker is all cleared out, he’s in there waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

“Ari?” You walk in to him tying his sweatpants.

He turns around with a mournful look on his face. His sweatpants low enough that you can see the bands of his Calvin’s; he’s shirtless so his six pack is on display and glistening from his shower; his hair is disheveled, but the ends still curl at the ends; and he has a towel thrown over shoulder.

You can ask any women how they could not be hung up on a guy as attractive as him.

“Hey,” he sends a small smile, making his way towards you.

“Wait—“ you interrupt, “We cannot have this conversation if you’re shirtless.”

He won’t argue, but he does as you’ve said and throws on some ratty t shirt in his locker. He sits on the bench in front of his locker, patting the spot next to you.

You sit beside him, making sure to keep some distance between you two.

“I see you’re not wearing your jersey?”

The audacity of men will always surprise you.

“Your jersey and is that really the first thing you want to talk about?”

“You’re right…” warily his hand grabs yours and when he sees you won’t retract from him, he brings it his plush lips. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously.”

“What you said Sunday was totally uncalled for and spiteful— and where do you get off announcing to practically the whole state that I'm your girl? And You embarrassed poor Jake for nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothin’ and the douche will be fine.” He staggers at the fire in your eyes. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“That seems to be the only thing you can say,” you huff. You turn to him, needing to know the answer to this. “Are you really sleeping with other people?”

He notices how small your voice is as you ask.

He sighs and looks down for a little, before tightening the grasp of your hand. “I was.”

You stand up while trying to get Ari to let go of your hand. The last thing you want is for him to see the tears begging to fall.

Ari stands with you in haste, bringing his other hand to palm your cheek as he looks down at you. Those piercing blue eyes saying so many things at once. “Was. I was. Listen, I haven’t slept with anyone else other than you since last month. It was a moment of weakness and you can’t be mad at me for it. We’ve never made anything official, baby.”

“Do you even care about me? At all.”

It feels vulnerable and desirous, but you’re unsure how you can continue without asking.

“What? Did tonight not show you that?”

You go to argue, but he cuts you off before you can start.

Both his hands cup your face while his thumb draws circles on the apple of your cheekbones.

“I love you.”

Your breath picks up at his admission.

“It’s been months coming, but you gotta know since our first night together I haven’t slept with anyone other than Joy and that was only once. And I didn’t think I could tell you because.. I’m just not the guy you typically go for, Y/n. But I guess that was my own insecurities playing a part of that. I’m rambling and i probably sound like Steve after he takes one hit. But I promise I’ve admired you for so long and it has never been just sex to me. I don’t want my stupid mistake to get in the way of us trying correctly this time.”

You swing your arm over the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss, your other hand fists his shirt.

He lags at first before his brain catches up and he’s kissing you back harder. He tilts his head just a smidge like he always does and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head. You feel his other hand cup the side your body. His hand roams up and down before he’s slipping it behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan into him, pressing your body closer to him.

Both your breaths pick up and you know you need a breather. So you pull away in a blur.

“I love you too.”

He smiles at your admission. One of those adorable, rare smiles not many get to see from the broody man.

You smack his arm and he grabs it with a questioning look.

“But I’m still really pissed at you and I’m not letting you off easy.”

“Even if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” He snakes his brawny arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he ducks to kiss your cheek.

“Even then,” you giggle, turning his head for a kiss. “And that’s a yes.”

a/n: it's been so long, hi!!! sorry i disappeared

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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pic 4 gives more hearts than mine ari vibes fr 🤩

He didn’t bother changing, he was barely motivated enough to remove his gear and throw it in his bag. He was rushed, impatiently yanking his jersey back on over his head. There was a fire lit under his ass that made him clumsy, almost tripping over the strap of his bag before throwing it over his shoulder and tearing out of the dressing room.

As soon as he’d had it on his shoulders he dropped it, letting it slam against the floor. Ari took two large steps before he caught you as you jumped at him, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms hooking around his neck. His lips crashed into yours, tongue and teeth meeting as passion was exchanged in the middle of the after-game chaos.

“You won! Ari, it was so intense I thought you were gonna lose!” You pulled away, speaking a mile a minute as he looked up at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Had fun?” He leaned toward again, speaking against your lips, hands squeezing your ass. “Got horny watching your boyfriend fight?”

Instead of reacting with another flurried set of kisses, you gripped his chin and yanked his head toward you with a stern expression crossing your face. You looked determined and deadly, dominative in the most enticing way.

“Don’t screw yo your beautiful face, Levinson.” While gripping his chin you made him nod, resisting the urge to smile when he cracked a smirk. “I mean it, your face is the best part about you.”

“My face? Not my thick, long-“ you cut him off with another kiss, your tongue finding his and with every stroke you earned a throaty whine from him.

“You talk way too much, puck monkey.” You pulled away and pat his cheek, wiggling against him until he let you down.

“You’re right, baby.” Ari slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “I’m gonna take you home and we’re gonna do something that doesn’t involve any talking.”

“We’ll be silent for ten minutes?” You tilted your head, batting your eyes as you looked up at him. “That must be a new record, Levinson.”

“Funny, baby. Real funny.” Ari kissed your temple, humming against you. “For that little comment, you’re giving me ten.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” You rolled your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip as heat bloomed in your belly.

#hockey!ari Levinson x reader #college!Ari Levinson x reader #university!Ari Levinson #Ari Levinson x reader #alpha!Ari Levinson x omega!Reader #more hearts than mine #more hearts than mine series

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thezombieprostitute · 9 months

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Tutoring

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty this is my fourth entry for the Bingo card combining “college AU” and “bodyguard AU” (though I’m kinda cheesing it on the “college AU” part). Reader has no physical descriptions.

Warnings: School stress, implied kidnapping. This story is about 1700 words!

“Hi there, you must be Peter. I’m Y/N and I’ll be your literature tutor.” You shake the hand of the young man in front of you. He seemed so small but that was likely a combination of his seemingly shy nature and his giant bodyguard next to him. You’d been warned before agreeing to tutor Peter that his father, Tony Stark, was quite protective of him and he’d have a security detail. Your only requirement was that the bodyguard did not interfere with the tutoring.

“Hi Y/N,” Peter shook your hand back, “thanks, again, for agreeing to this. I really have no idea what I’m doing with literature. I’m more of a math and science brain. Oh, and this is my bodyguard for the day, Ari.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Ari,” you extend your hand. He quickly shakes your hand, completely covering yours with his, before getting back into lookout mode. “And I understand what you mean, Peter. Today is going to be a sort of Session Zero, where we talk out your assignments, possible ideas and goals, and make sure we can actually work well together. Sound good?”

He nods ascent and you guide him to the library’s study room you had reserved. You’re glad he agreed to meet at your university’s library, you had some friends here who would look out for you and knew your signals if you needed a call for help. Tutoring was great practice for your education degree and the money was good enough but you knew to make safety a priority.

The two of you get settled in the study room while Ari sets himself up a chair that puts himself between Peter and the door. He’s so massive you’re glad you reserved one of the larger study rooms. You’re definitely not worried about him interrupting the tutoring; he’s very much all business.

Your session with Peter goes very well. You work out a way to get his math and science interests integrated into the literature project with Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

“Why that one,” Peter asks.

“Fun fact, Lewis Carroll’s writings are still studied by Logicians. It’s not just word play or fantastical things in this book, there’s also plays on logic and mathematical references.”

Peter’s eyes go wide, “you’re kidding me!”

“Nope, and I think that you can do this project, literature analysis, whatever you want to call it, by looking at Alice’s Adventures through the lens of a mathematician or logician. Just please, please, please make sure to talk to your teacher about this. I’d hate for us to get almost done with everything only for them to say, ‘that’s not what I wanted.’ Okay?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Okay, I’ll make sure to ask her at class on Monday.”

“And if she doesn’t give you a response right away, please do email her. Get some kind of paper trail going so she can’t say you never got hold of her. I’ve had bad experiences like this before.”

“Sure thing!”

“I think this was a very successful Session Zero, Peter. What say we do this again next week?” Peter nods enthusiastically as you both pack up your things. “And thank you, Ari. I’ve had people promise to not interfere with sessions only to end up being nothing but an annoyance.” He nods and gives you a smile so charming you feel yourself almost melting.

Next week’s session you meet up with Peter at the study room but he’s not with Ari.

“Hi Y/N! This is another of my bodyguards, James,” Peter is quick to explain. “Security detail gets switched up every now and then.”

You stand up and go to shake James’s hand, “well, as long as you also agree to not interrupt today’s session, we should get along just fine.” James nods his head and returns your handshake before moving between Peter and the door. He’s big and tall like Ari, but with short hair and light stubble where Ari had longer hair and full beard. James doesn’t take a seat and just stands there, seemingly not looking at anything. You look back and forth between him and Peter with a confused expression and Peter whispers, “he’s kinda hardcore on protection. Doesn’t believe in sitting while on duty.” You nod as though you understand but you can’t imagine opting to stand all day when chairs are available.

“Well, let’s get to it then,” you smile at Peter. “Did you get approval from your teacher on this?”

“She said she’d have to get back to me so I followed your advice and emailed her. Just to be safe.”

“Good call. So, where would you like to begin today’s session?”

After some time of discussing various passages that Peter had problems with he sighed and said, “I sometimes feel like I’m just not meant to understand literature. I tried reading things like The Hobbit, a kids book, and I couldn’t even get into it.”

“Neither could I the first several times I tried to read it,” you confessed. Out of the corner of your eye you could swear you saw James fidget. “And it took me a really long time to figure out why. It was Tolkien’s style of world-building.”

“Yeah,” Peter began, “like taking five pages to describe a door, right?”

“Actually, no.” Again, your attention is drawn to movement from where James is standing, but you continue with Peter. “You see, part of Tolkien’s world-building is including names, poems and songs ‘of old’ that are meant to tell the reader ‘this is an old world with lore and history.’ But for readers like me, and possibly you, it felt like I was starting a series with the fourth book and I had missed out on some required reading. I felt as though the names were people I was supposed to already know. It wasn’t until I read The Silmarillion that things really started to fall in place for me.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” Peter commented. “A lot of times literature feels like I’m missing pieces of the puzzle for the story to make sense, for me to see why it’s such a ‘classic’ or why it’s important.”

“Something to consider, if you’re up for it, is learning about the time period the book was written in. Not when it’s set in, because those aren’t always the same, but when it was written. It can really help explain a lot of those ‘this doesn’t make sense’ details.”

“It still feels like a lot of work to just understand a book,” Peter complains.

“But you’re not just understanding a book,” you reply. “You’re understanding a culture.”

Your discussion went on like that for the rest of the session, with no further movement from James’s section of the room.

The next session Peter showed up with yet another bodyguard. He looked apologetic when he told you, “this is Lloyd. He’s today’s security detail.”

“Nice to meet you, Cupcake,” Lloyd pulled you closer to him as he shook your hand. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from the other guys.”

You try to back away from him. Between his handlebar mustache, aggressive body language and overpriced cologne, you knew he wasn’t going to make today’s session easy.

“Hello Lloyd,” you reply curtly. “Just to make sure, you are aware of the conditions for allowing you to sit with us for the tutoring session, yes?”

“I’m aware,” his smile grows, showing his teeth, “and I promise to try to abide. But it’s not my fault if I end up finding you distracting.” You give him an incredulous look and respond, “yes, yes it is. But if you become too much of a distraction you will have to stand outside the room or you’ll have to explain to Mr. Stark why today’s session got canceled.”

“Ooo, so bossy,” he leered. “I like ‘em bossy.” You roll your eyes and try to get the session started.

It isn’t long until the small study room is full of Lloyd’s cologne and giving you a headache. Your mood is worsened by Lloyd’s constant fidgeting and frequent derisive noises and comments. You’re very tempted to cancel the session but Peter’s such a good student and you want to do right by him.

“So have you heard back from your teacher about this?”

“Yeah, finally got an email response saying she’s going to have to see a rough draft before she’ll approve.”

“A full rough draft? Not an outline or summary,” you ask. “That’s a lot of work and a ton of time you’ll never get back if she says no to this.”

“You could just bitch slap her into accepting,” Lloyd interjects. “Bitch slapping bitches always works.” Peter winces at his words and that’s the last straw for you.

“So you’re saying it would work on you?” You do not hold back on your glare and the comment seems to catch him off guard.

“I’m no bitch.”

“Then why are you acting like a needy bitch boy who’s not getting enough attention? You were allowed here with the understanding that you do not interfere. And yet you’ve done nothing but annoy, distract and deride. So either you sit still, shut up and do your job or I slap you and see if your bitch slap theory holds.”

Both men look taken aback at your anger but you don’t stop staring down Lloyd until looks away with a “yes, ma’am.” You turn back to Peter, smile, and continue to talk out how to handle his teacher while working on the project.

As the weeks go by you’re grateful to never see Lloyd again. Peter alternates between Ari and James for the rest of your sessions and, when it’s finally time, you’re almost sad to say goodbye to the kid. Ari even gives you a giant smile and says he owes you one. Apparently your session with Lloyd was the last straw and they were finally able to get him fired. You were happy to help and only one bad session out of a semester’s worth of tutoring was your best record thus far. Now you could focus on your own finals, you were just a couple weeks away from getting your degree and wanted to finish strong.

You were so caught up in finals stress that you didn’t notice someone following you until you were grabbed with a rag pressed into your face. The smell is strong and you find yourself passing out quickly. The last thing your brain registers is the too strong stench of overpriced cologne and someone whispering the word, “bitch” into your ear.

#navy and roo's sleepover #college au #bodyguard au #bodyguard!ari levinson #bodyguard!bucky barnes #bodyguard!lloyd hansen #dark ending

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sunriserose1023 · 1 year

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Alright, kiddos. I know I haven’t posted in a while and I’m sorry, but that’s about to change. I have 2 ideas floating around in my head and I need your help to decide which to post.

Option 1:

(Based on my favorite book and the recently released Beautiful Disaster.)

You moved across the country, leaving your past in the rearview, ready to start fresh. You and your best friend are starting college together, living on campus, and you are ready to be normal, for once in your life. You’re focused on your studies, and nothing is going to break that focus.

No matter how charming and irritating Bucky Barnes is. And no, you will not be another notch in his bedpost. Absolutely. Not.

This will be like my normal posts. A series told in chronological order, with recognizable scenes from the book and/or movie.

Option 2:

(Because who doesn’t love a mafia AU? Heads up: this will be a fandom-palooza, incorporating characters that I love from all my hyperfixations. You’re welcome.)

The seedy underbelly of the United States is run by a group of five families. Your father has held control of the South since before you were born, and he’s ready to retire. Your older brother does not want to be in charge, and your father is too old-fashioned to give the reins to you. Instead, he arranges for you to marry Ari Levinson, putting him in charge instead.

This one will be drabble-focused. Everything will be revealed, but most likely out of order. Expect time jumps, flashbacks, and so many characters. So. Many.

So … hopefully one of these sparks enough joy for me to get it going, but it’s up to you guys. Which one will it be?

#writer problems #my first poll #series #bucky barnes x female reader #Ari Levinson x female reader #mob AU #college AU #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #Ari #bucky barnes #reader insert #marvel #mcu #chris evans characters #sebastian stan characters #henry cavill characters

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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SDAU, The Twins, Chapter 3

Word count: 2k

Warnings: frat boys, dark/mean characters, sexualization of omegas, mentions of sex toys.

Ari felt an overwhelming sense of pride with that simple demand. He was quick to strip the flannel from his broad chest, offering it to her without hesitation. She swallowed, staring at him, her hindbrain yelling at her to demand that the alpha take all of his clothes off and bury his knot in her while they were both in the nest she’d made hours ago after she’d met him. But instead, she whimpered as she took it, and bolted into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

“W-we still have the pizza if you want it!” Ari offered. When he didn’t get a response, he sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable. He grabbed a slice from the pizza he’d brought and looked around, slowly eating it as he observed the rest of the dorm, “you have a really nice place…do you live alone?”

“Uh huh.”

Ari tried to focus on anything else, anything other than the scent that was slowly driving him mad. It was a mix of sweet and salty, reminding him of his summers when his very large family would go to their cabin in the woods. The days would be filled with a mix of playing at the lake and going into town where they would have the most amazing milkshakes with crushed up chocolate pretzels on top of the whipped cream, while the nights were filled with bonfires and s’mores. She smelled like chocolate and sea salt. Warm vanilla and smoky, crisp evenings. He looked longingly at the door and frowned when he realized she wasn’t going to be coming out. Finishing his slice, he grabbed another, then stood up and walked towards the fridge to grab himself a bottle of water, only to see that the fridge was empty.

“You don’t have any groceries…”

The door clicked open, and Ari’s breath hitched in his throat. She didn’t put the shirt in her nest. No. She had completely changed from her own outfit and was only wearing the flannel. Her petite frame looked like she was drowning in it, the first buttons of the flannel meeting the tops of her breasts. She held her hands out in front of her, attempting to wring them through the fabric that was much too long for her hands. He held back a growl at how it managed to meet her knees, the missing buttons at the bottom allowing it to slit enough so he could see her mid thighs.

“I-“

“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. Ari felt his heart wrench at the little omega. She seemed genuinely upset, “I-I didn’t expect to be going into a heat, and I thought I would be able to get a quick lunch with my sister today and do shopping tomorrow.”

“I-I can get you stuff.”

He watched her slowly light up, “y-you would do that for me? R-really?”

“Of course…”

‘Alpha wants to provide for us.’

“T-that would be nice,” she smiled softly. He could tell that she was holding back her emotions, as it wasn’t common for her, “thank you, alpha.”

A rumble tore itself from Ari’s throat from her gratitude. He felt like a proper alpha, caring for his omega, and it made him swell with pride; even more so when Arianna chirped responsively, then blushed, looking away from him.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, watching her, “I-you do things to me, Arianna…”

“It’s obvious that you have a similar effect on me,” she pointed out, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “I jus-“

“Wait,” he called quickly. He processed what she said just then. His mind had been delayed momentarily while he adjusted to how she looked wearing his clothes, but now that it had caught up, he realized she admitted to not having eaten, “you haven’t eaten yet today, have you?”

“Well, no, I-“

Ari was quick to rush over to her, going to the coffee table and handing her a piece of pizza, “mega…if you’re coherent you need to get some food into you…I-you can’t just not eat…you’ll waste away by the time you are coherent again…you’re already so tiny.”

She blushed, looking away from him again, “Ari, I-“

“Don’t you dare say that you’re fine,” he teased, offering her the slice again, “I can tell that is what you were going to say…and if you’re not going to look after yourself, I’m going to be a proper alpha and do it for you…I did volunteer after all.”

She gave him a look before taking the piece from him and taking a small bite of the pizza before setting it on the counter. Ari gave her a soft look and she chirped once more. Every responsive action was going off in his mind as he watched his appreciative girl. He wanted more. He wanted to smother her in his affections to hear chirp after chirp, but he also didn’t want to scare her.

“I-can you stay with me? I-I’d rather you not leave, especially since you could smell my scent at the door,” she admitted nervously. Ari could hear the anxiety in her voice, and his inner wolf growled. He didn’t want to leave her and was happy to hear her request that he stay, “I-I don’t want an overeager alpha getting any ideas.”

“I’ll text a friend…have them pick up some groceries for your heat…” Ari said quickly, offering her what he could. She smiled and nodded, “he’s my VP, and he’s an omega lion, so he’ll know exactly what to get for a big cat.”

“Oh…okay…”

“Don’t take this the wrong way…but do you…have toys?” Ari asked, his own blush unable to be kept from his cheeks as he posed the question, “I-I know that big cats are especi-“

“I-I’ve never used a toy,” she admitted bashfully, “I just…the first and only heat I ever had was when it first happened…after that, my dad put me and my sister on scent blockers…I, uh…well, I used my fingers…and I nearly shredded everything within reach.”

“D-do you want Steve to pick you up a toy? I-I’m not trying to pressure you, but I want you to feel comfortable, Arianna. I-I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you. But I know from experiences with Steve that big cats can get a little…needy…” he asked delicately. She blushed and looked away, nodding, “okay…I’ll tell him to bring you heat supplies…and a toy for-“

“C-can you tell him to make sure it’s a bear’s knot?”

Ari felt his breath catch in his throat at her request. She continued to look away from him, and Ari fought to hold back the rumble that was threatening to escape him as she asked for a knot for his species, “W-what?”

“The toy,” she said nervously. She crossed her arms over her chest, tucking the long arms of the flannel underneath herself while she took a deep breath, “I-well…i-if you’re my mate…I should know what a bear’s knot feels like…I shouldn’t be getting a tiger’s spine…right?”

“I-if you want,” he said cautiously, trying to tread carefully, “but I don’t want you to feel pressured…if you want, Steve can get you a tiger’s spine…it’s not a big deal…”

And while he had told her it wasn’t a big deal, subconsciously he was holding his breath at the thought. Here she was, asking for a toy that was his species…his mind wandered to how she might take it, and he realized that he was feeling a little hot. She was studying his body. When their eyes met, she bit her lip. Ari’s eyes watched as her own trailed back to his crotch. He cleared his throat.

She blushed and she looked away from him, the pizza lay forgotten on the countertop as Ari loosely held onto his phone. He could smell a fresh wave of slick coating her thighs, the scent wrapping around him and making him salivate.

“Tell your omega friend to get me the bear toy,” she asked once more. Ari nearly dropped his phone as she turned away and started back to his room, “uh…i-if he can...find specifications that are more like you…i-if possible.”

The door clicked shut behind her and Ari nearly felt his heart stop.

“Well, hello little kitten…”

She looked at the man at the door nervously, “I-I need Curtis.”

“Lot of people need Curtis, omega…the unknown man smiled. He gave her a once over, then sniffed the air. His smirk only grew as he became able to scent her arousal, “I bet I could make you feel good little kitten…why don’t you let me take a shot at you.”

“Kemp, who the fuck is at the-shit, it’s you.”

‘Kemp’ gave the pudgy alpha a skeptical look as he stared between the omega and Lee, “you know her, Bodecker?”

“That’s the little omega that ditched Curtis.”

“I-I didn’t ditch him.”

“Oh, yeah you did,” Kemp chuckled, “came back home with a stick up his ass about it…dragged one of the pledges up to his room. He’s been making her take it all afternoon.”

Adriana felt jealousy rising up within her stomach, “what?”

“Shit, man, you can’t go telling big cats that,” Lee laughed, nudging his friend, “you should know that…those little things get possessive and jealous like nobody’s business…ain’t that right sweetheart.”

“That’s the point,” the man smirked, “love a riled up little kitty.”

“I’m not your sweetheart, you jerk,” she seethed, suddenly feeling defensive over the situation, “regardless of who you’re friends with, you were still really rude to that tour guide.”

“All part of the college experience sweetheart,” he chuckled. He nudged Kemp aside and opened the door a little bit more, “you gonna come inside, or you just gonna stand out there until all the available alphas can sent that little breakthrough heat Curtis pushed you into?”

She blushed, “Y-you can smell me?”

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. Big time,” Lee chuckled, taking a deep sniff of the air around her, “dainty little thing that’s got quite a strong scent. Much longer on our porch and you’ll have half the frats in Greek Row coming after ya. Should just let you sit there, after ditchin’ Curtis n all.”

“P-please don’t,” she whimpered nervously, suddenly much more self conscious, “I-I didn’t mean to…I just got scared.”

“Alright, mega,” he grunted. But when she didn’t move he snarled at her, “C’mon now. Get in the house, girl.”

“I-“

Lee sighed, cutting her off, “gonna make me alpha command ya, darling?”

“N-no, I just-“

“Well come on now, I ain’t got all night!” he hissed.

She whimpered and Lee smirked, ushering her into the frat house. A few guys who were in the living room looked up once they smelled her.

“Fresh meat.”

“Go ahead an’ try!” Lee scowled, “This here belongs to Curtis.”

“I-I don’t belong to anyone.”

“RIPE TO BE PICKED BOYS!”

A few more hollers and cheers started until an imposing force was felt behind her. She felt like her hair stood on edge, and she recognized the scent without having to turn around. Even if it was slightly tainted with the scent of another omega wrapped around him.

“The fuck do you want?”

“C-Curtis,” she said nervously, turning around. Curtis wanted to be angry at her. Hell, it had come across in his question, but the second he saw her face, he knew…the way her scent wrapped around him and invaded his senses. She smelled so sweet; like a ripe fruit, ready to be plucked by him. The way she looked at him, so pitifully, “C-Curtis, please.”

“My room, mega,” he growled in a seductive tone, a rumble rising from deep within his chest, “get in my room, right now.”

“I-I don’t know where it is.”

“Then let me show you,” he growled, snatching her up and throwing her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing. Curtis’ rumble grew when she receptively chirped at him, and when her thighs rubbed together. He playfully smacked her ass, smelling a fresh wave of slick lining her panties, “gonna break you in, mega…you’re mine now…and I’m not letting you go. Knot that little cunt like I should have been doing hours ago.”

“Yours,” she whimpered. Curtis smelled the slick continue on as his hand massaged the globes of her ass. She shifted on his shoulder, her hand’s grabbing at his own ass. He gave her a warning growl and she chirped once more, “mine…”

Chapter 4

Tag List: @infatuatedjanes, @lohnes16, @dontbescaredtosingalong

#school days au #school days #college #the twins #alpha ari levinson #soft ari #ari levinson #werewolf #red sea diving resort #alpha curtis everett #dark curtis everett x reader #curtis everett #snowpiercer #snowpiercer au

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evansbby · 9 months

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another sugar daddy Ari 🫣🥵✨✨

18+ minors dni, daddy kink, age gap, smut

Ari wasn’t a conventional sugar daddy by any means. Well, what was a conventional sugar daddy, anyways? You wouldn’t know, because this was the first time you’d ever been in an arrangement like this. You didn’t know what you expected when you signed the contract. But it’s not like you were complaining…

You weren’t complaining when he made you sit on his lap while he kissed you everywhere. Slowly, sensually, petting you like you were his little toy, while he asked you questions about your life.

“Are you enjoying college?” While he sucked on your neck.

“Tell me about your parents, how are they doing?” While he peppered kisses along your jaw.

“What extra-curriculars are you taking this semester?” As he kissed your cheek and cooed at you.

You’d tell him, being as animated as possible because he seemed to like how chatty you were. And he’d play with your hair and caress you everywhere and put his hands up your skirt or play with your bra strap. It was like you were a delectable meal that he was playing with, and he enjoyed teasing himself almost as much as he enjoyed teasing you.

“Baby, you didn’t spend any of your allowance this week.” Ari inquires one day, frowning as he enters your apartment. Well, the luxury penthouse apartment he was paying for, but he liked to call it yours and you liked having a place of your own so you never corrected him. Not that he’d appreciate you correcting him on anything anyways. Men and their egos…

You shrug, sitting up on the couch where you’d been waiting for him. He’d texted you earlier informing you that he’d cleared his schedule to meet you for lunch. And of course, you assumed lunch was code for sex, which was why you were clad in only a pretty pink lingerie set with silky ribbons and bows, along with a pair of pink high heels which Ari already couldn’t take his eyes off of.

“Sorry, daddy, I just didn’t feel like shopping.”

You cross and uncross your legs, looking up at him and biting your lip. How can you tell your sugar daddy that there’s only so many new dress, shoes or purses you can purchase in a week?

Ari huffs, “I’m gonna have to start punishing you if you don’t spend your weekly allowance, sweetheart.”

But he’s already unbuckling his belt, which makes lick your lips excitably. You’d only been in this arrangement with him for a month and a half, but he’d already got you addicted to his dick. And his mouth. His tongue. His hands…

Ari was so different from the college boys you were used to. Not only was he older, mature, experienced in how to please women, but he was also just… so rugged. And tough. Rough around the edges, so to speak. With his mane of long hair, his bristly beard and wild eyes, he was incredibly virile, handsome, and quite frankly, every girl’s wet dream.

In his 40s, he was now the big CEO hotshot of some huge company. But he’d worked for the government when he was younger, going out on international missions and doing all that dangerous, top secret stuff. But that was all he ever told you about that, and yet you could see it on his face, everything he’d been through and the things he’d seen.

He was hot-headed, impulsive and he took what he wanted when he wanted it. You weren’t complaining, because it made for some fantastic, mind-blowing sex.

Like when he’d taken you out to dinner but midway through the meal he’d decided he’d rather devour you instead, and so he’d pulled you into his lap right there and fucked you gently while he fed you pieces of steak. Luckily, the two of you were in a corner booth. Unluckily, most of the wait-staff had seen, but Ari left them a hefty tip to make sure they never mentioned it again.

Or the time he’d come to pick you up from campus, only to see you talking to one of the boys from your history class. That was the day you’d found out how jealous Ari Levinson was capable of being. He’d slung you over his lap and spanked your ass raw for the better part of the journey home. His limo driver had drawn the partition, and you’d cried until your daddy pulled you upright, kissed your face and told you it way okay.

Or, the time you’d forgot to call him daddy during sex once, which was very much against the rules. Ari wanted you to call him daddy and nothing else when inside the bedroom. Which was why he’d tied you up and aggressively licked your cunt till your legs were shaking and you were on the brink of passing out, and the only word you were able to utter was “daddy.”

Back in the present, Ari allows his pants to drop to the floor along with his boxers, and he gives you a meaningful look.

“Daddy’s had a long day and wants you to suck his dick, sweetheart.”

You sink down to your knees, trying to be sexy about it and you know he appreciates that. You love how he can’t take his eyes off your body, how the lingerie hugs your curves and pushes your breasts up. How tantalising your cleavage looks, especially with you on your knees in front of him. You know Ari loves your body, and loves buying you pretty, revealing things so he can show you off to all his friends and colleagues.

You grab hold of his big dick, throat already hurting at the thought of having that inside your mouth. You loved his dick because it was pretty and brought you so much pleasure, but it was also so insanely big, and Ari loved to make you choke on it. Which happened every time you gave him a blowjob because you still weren’t used to his size, and he preferred you taking all of it in till you couldn’t breathe. You knew he loved it when you couldn’t breathe, when his enormous dick was suffocating you…

“And then after you do that, you’re going to sit on my lap and scroll through my phone till you’ve found some nice things to spend your allowance on. Got that, gorgeous?”

You nod submissively, and Ari smirks. He’s still got his belt in his hand and he loops it around your neck, tightening it till it’s incredibly snug. And just being there, by his feet with a makeshift leash around your neck gets you wetter than it should.

“Such a good little girl,” Ari grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you take his cock into your mouth. Giving Ari a blowjob is always a messy affair, and soon enough, he’s thrusting in and out of your mouth at top speed, muttering profanities while he orders you to keep your eyes on his.

He rubs his dick all over your face, smearing your cheeks and nose with his precum and your own spit. He slaps you across the face with his cock, chuckling breathlessly when you pout because he knows how wet it gets you. And he grabs your hair, pushing you down till your deep-throating him, your nose pressed against his pelvis till you can’t breathe and you begin to flail your limbs.

But his belt around your neck keeps you in place, as does his constant praises “What a good little girl,” “daddy loves how well you take my dick,” “you’re so good for me, baby. So sexy and cute when you’ve got my dick down your throat.”

He cums on your face and doesn’t let you clean it off. He tells you that you look beautiful like this, and then, true to his word, sits you down on his lap and hands you his phone. You scroll through one expensive brand website after another, all while he plays with your lingerie, petting and kissing you how he loves to, and telling you how sexy you are with his cum on your face.

“Sweetheart, if it was up to me, I’d have you in nothing except covered in diamonds, and my cum on your face.”

He immediately orders you an expensive pair of diamond earrings from Cartier (as if you haven’t already got two whole jewellery boxes full of diamonds and pearls and sapphire and what not — all from Ari of course). And then he insists that the earrings were his gift to you, and that you still need to spend your allowance.

After a lot of pouting and grumbling, and some reprimanding smacks to your bottom later, you’ve let him buy you two Chanel handbags, a dress from Versace’s newest Resort collection (not even in stores yet, but Ari had his connections), as well as five new pairs of shoes (all high heels, of course).

“Now was that so hard, baby?”

“I guess not. But I’m gonna run out of space soon, with all the things you keep buying me.”

Ari scoffs, “I have another apartment in the upper east side. You can use it as your shoe closet.”

“You’re really into the heels, aren’t you, daddy?” You tease, twirling your bare legs in the air, your heels catching the light and you feel Ari getting hard again. He grabs your ankle suddenly, pressing kisses up your calf while you gasp and squirm in his lap. His bonded digs at your ass and his hands fondle you everywhere, tugging at your lingerie before he abruptly stops himself.

“Baby, go wait for me inside the bedroom. Everything off except the shoes. And lie on the bed for me with your legs spread out.”

You raise an eyebrow, “That’s awfully specific, daddy—OW!”

He smacks your ass four times in quick succession.

“Go. Now. I’ve got the rest of the day off and daddy plans to fuck your little pussy till I’ve had my fill. Which won’t be any time soon, so take a couple of bottles of water with you too.”

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JSJDSJSKSKSK THE END IDK I AM IN SYCH A SUGAR DADDY ARI MOOD BYE.

#sugar daddy Ari #Ari levinson #ari levison x reader #Steve rogers #Chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

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mavsstar · 11 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

“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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1) Attic Wives Anonymous by @foxgloveprincess Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Robert Pronge Dark Ongoing

2) Brat Taming by @imaginedreamwrite A/B/O Dynamics Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers Ongoing

3) Conclave by @late-to-the-party-81 Apocalypse AU Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers Soft Dark

4) Fantasy Hotel by @deandoesthingstome Characters: August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Hellraiser!Mike, Walter Marshall Ongoing Smut

4) More Hearts Than Mine by @imaginedreamwrite Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Skinny!Steve Rogers College AU Ongoing

5) Mrs. Claus Show by @imyourbratzdoll WARNING: Dangerous levels of delightful silliness! Also a good amount of smut. Characters: Ari Levinson, Bucky, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lee Bodecker, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers Ongoing

6) Ruby Garden by @biteofcherry BDSM Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers Ongoing

7) The Assistant by @holylulusworld Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Mike Weiss, Steve Rogers Ongoing Plus Size Reader

8) The Club AU by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Characters: Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lee Bodecker, Loki, Thor Dark Ongoing

9) The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars by @crazyunsexycool A/B/O Dynamics Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers Ongoing

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hey just wanna ask can you pretty pls post something bout like drabble sneak peak anything related to ata ari and starlet on 9th of july 🥹🥹 this day is my birthday and i cant do anything cause half of my friends in out of country or city and my family has their own issues that cluld be a really beautiful birthday present for me ofc u dont have to but anyways i think u get the topic love you and your stories have a nice day best friend

hi bestie dearest, i'm so sorry you couldn't do anything for your birthday 🥺 please know that I'm celebrating for you all the way over here and sending you so much love and sweetness for your special day. i hope all your wishes come true !!

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

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, a/b/o dynamics, assault, power imbalance, violence, misogyny (within a/b/o designations), mean!ari, manipulation, size difference, possessive behaviour, blackmail. mentioned/implied (not on reader): assault (brutal mugging), beating, injuries.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a snippet of A Tough Act: starlet has the lead role in a performance, but at what cost?

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.37K

𝗔/𝗡 | the masterlist isn’t posted yet, but this is from my new series set in HCV (Howard college verse). here is a special drabble for you, birthday anon. consider it also a snippet/spoiler bc this will be in the fic. it's a part I knew I wanted to write as soon as I outlined their story

You try to ignore him, strangled breaths leave your clenched teeth as you apply lipstick, gripping the tube so tightly your knuckles nearly cramp. You’re fuming, shaking with pure rage as the previous night replays in your mind.

You didn’t witness the assault, but you watched the video of it, he made you. It kept you up for hours on end, her choked pleas, the awful snap of her leg, and the aftermath of her bloody and bruised face. A lone tear slips from your eye before you wipe it away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction or ruin the makeup that took an hour.

Your bones go rigid as he inhales.

“How does it feel to be the star of the show?”

The lipstick drops with a clank as you spin around, jabbing a finger in his built chest. “She’s in the hospital because of you.”

“And, you have the lead part because of me.” Ari swiftly replies, blue eyes calmly meeting yours, “When are you going to realize there is no playing nice in your profession. People will step all over you to get what they want, tear you to shreds and spit on your grave. And, you’re worried about some girl?”

The thick false lashes flutter against your cheekbones as you turn away, glaring at the exact replica of your costume just in a different size that fit the other student, the phenomenal actress who rightfully deserved the lead role because of her hard work and dedication.

Unlike you, who got it because of the terrifying news that shook the entire production.

“You could’ve killed her.”

Ari rolls his eyes, easily pushing you back until you’re pressed against the vanity. The yellow lights illuminate your frame like the sun. He fixes your headpiece, pink lips draw into a slow smirk. “Don’t be dramatic, starlet, she’ll recover in a few weeks.”

“And probably never come back because she’s fucking scared to get mugged again!”

His reflexes are fast when he slams your raised fist into the mirror, and makeup clatters to the ground as the vanity trembles. The force could’ve cracked the glass, and that plants two seeds into your stomach, one of alarm and one of fury.

He scowls, his eyebrows low as a dark shadow takes over his eyes. “Her fear is not my problem, and it isn’t yours either. She didn’t care about you when she stole your part—”

“She didn’t steal it.”

“Well, she didn’t deserve it any more than you did.” He slides his fingers between yours, entwining your hands. “You were so upset when you didn’t get it, did you think I’d just let her do that to you? Fuck up all your chances to make something of your life?”

Because fucking up your life was his pleasure, and no one else could take that from him.

Perhaps you should be used to his behaviour by now, but this was far worse than the teasing, unconsented touching and borderline stalking because that was all inflicted onto you. This time he purposefully hurt someone else and traumatized them for the rest of their life. Heavy guilt sinks deep, reminding you that you brought yet another person into your stupid mess with the Arcadia president.

“She almost lost sight in her right eye.” You spit, “If you think my career is going to be built on the suffering of an innocent girl—you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Fine then.” He breathes, he drops your hand, stepping back and crossing his arms, his biceps almost tearing the seams of his shirt. “Don’t go on stage, don’t perform the part you’ve thrived for.” His tone lowers to a growl, “See how far you’ll get by being nice.”

Your nails dent the surface of the vanity, red hot wrath burns bright within your chest. You despise him with every cell of your body.

Ari gestures to the wide-open door, cocking his head tauntingly. “Fucking go if you aren’t grateful for my help.”

You grit your teeth and shoulder past him. When you’re one step away from the doorway, he speaks again.

“I’m sure the Dean and the police would be curious as to why you never came forward about her assault. After all, you know exactly who did it,” He tuts, “You saw what they did, and you know why.”

Your feet freeze as a deep thumping fills your head, pounding against your skull and shaking the rest of your body. The dressing room exit is within reach, one more step and you’ll be away from him, and hopefully, never get his cruel help again—but that was wishful thinking.

“They’d wonder why the great omega rights activist withheld information about the brutal mugging of another helpless, young omega.” Ari appears by your side, his heady scent filling your senses as a sickness takes over, “You’d probably lose your scholarship and all credibility. Think you’ll survive with that on your record?”

You meet his eyes, neck stiff as you read his expression. One quirked brow with squinted eyes, plump lips in a relaxed smile.

“They’ll never believe you.”

“Won’t they? It’s my word against yours. And you may be a star performer, but you’ll never have what I have—superiority. Your reputation is standing on thin glass, and something like this could shatter everything you have. And those dreams of yours—are just going to be fantasies you’ll never reach. Are you ready for that to happen?”

When you don’t reply, he steps behind you, his firm chest pressing against your back. “The door is right there,” He whispers into the side of your face, lips ghosting your skin, “along with a false sense of independence, and a future you can kiss goodbye.”

The next few seconds feel like hours when your feet refuse to move, trapping you and your dreadful realization that he’s right. No matter how hard you tried, fought and screamed, you’d never be like him or any alpha.

He hums pridefully, drinking in your corset-style dress that enhanced your figure, “That’s my girl. I expect a thank you tonight, baby.”

Your name is called before one of the crew members pokes in, looking startled at the sight of the big alpha crowding your space. He stutters for a moment, wide brown eyes meeting yours, “Uh, curtains in fifteen. Mrs. Aiko wants to speak to you beforehand though.”

And just like that, you can move again. As if the presence of someone else snapped you out of whatever rotten trance Ari put you under. “Thanks, I’ll be right there.”

The young man leaves with a forced smile and the air feels lighter. You tilt up your chin and step forward, but Ari grabs your arm and digs his fingers into your flesh when you try to shove him off. “I could’ve lost my presidency because of that whore. Don’t disappoint me out there. I’m expecting a standing ovation.” He loosens his hold, settling for bringing your knuckles to his lips, he presses a chaste kiss, lingering for a few moments too long. “Break a leg—”

You scoff at his sick humour.

“—or don’t, I have no clue what they’d do if both their best performers were in casts lying in the hospital.” He laughs and goes to the door, placing a single red rose on the table, “We’ll be in the back row.”

He perks up at your shock, “Oh, you thought I’d come alone?” He teases, running a hand through his shoulder-length brown hair, “No, the boys love theatre, plus, they want to know if their blood-stained clothes are worth it. Steve was really upset he dirtied that Kappa hoodie from legacy.”

You can almost hear the vile sounds of fists and feet slamming into the poor omega’s body and her broken sobs.

Ari disappears around the corner before returning with a canvas tote bag, he sets it on the floor and you can see the familiar red and gold crescent and a few of the stitched letters on the back ‘LEVI—’

“That’s for after the show, and if you do good, we’ll celebrate back at the house and you’ll get much more than just a sweater from me.” He winks, “Best of luck, starlet. Make me proud.”

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With Your Touch, Part 1

Summary: You were supposed to be living a normal life. Perfect boyfriend, just graduated college, and ready to start your new life. Until you met him. Brooding and imposing unless his daughter is around. You knew nothing about babies, but he knew less. Tension builds, feelings flare up, but are they just because he looks extremely sexy when he's soft? Could it be because you are falling for this princess of a baby girl before him? Is it because when he's in town you're too close? The money is good, and yet his attention is better.

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.1K

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Lloyd scowls as he watches the scene in front of him. The crease between his brows is extra deep. He hates working in the field almost as much as he hates watching it. Idiots. He was surrounded by incompetent idiots.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His fist slams on the table. How many shots have to be fired before they secure their target. “He’s right fucking there! Shoot his ass!”

“Lloyd,” a timid man says behind him, and Lloyd’s eyes never leave the monitors. “Mr. Hansen?”

“I don’t want to do this myself, but I fucking will! Levinson, get ready to go!” More rounds of bullets, and still the target was missed. “What the fuck is this?”

“Lloyd!”

His body goes rigid as he turns to look at the small man who is shivering. Eyes downcast to the floor so he doesn’t look at the towering man. “Why the hell are you addressing me?”

“We have a problem.”

“No, shit, Sherlock. I have two teams of mercenaries after one target, and he’s not been shot. What the fuck else could be wrong?” He leans over a bit looking at the man. “Well?”

“Who the hell brought a baby?” Ari asks, staring down at a pitiful little carrier. An envelope beside the small bundle, and her bright green eyes stare up at the large man. “This isn’t bring your daughter to work day,” her face cracks a moment as she searches his face. Lips puckering out before a scream radiates through the makeshift office. “Make it stop!”

“Where the fuck did a baby come from?” Lloyd snaps a finger at another man to take over the original issue at hand. He just needs the target killed, and he can go home for a bit. “What is this?”

Ari’s hands slap on the side of his head covering his ears, but his foot tilts the carrier to rock it a bit, but still she wails. Seeing how no one attempts to help out, or get the baby to stop, Lloyd assumes this is something he’s going to have to take care of. What else was new? Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he leans down to grab up the letter. Crumpling it up before looking down at the baby. “Mother fucker.”

Your fingers run over the empty shelves in your dorm room. Graduation has finally happened, and now it is time to leave your mark on the world. Your father didn’t bother to show up for your graduation because why would he? He never showed up personally in your life. Not really. He always made sure that everything was paid for though. It could be worse, right?

You try not to complain about your father, or your family. You had more than most and should be grateful. But then some people had attention. Sighing, you grab up your bag, and look towards the door.

“Chase,” whispering, you walk over to him, and lay your head on his chest. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I don’t know why you feel so attached to this dorm room, honey.”

“Because it was my home,” you’re sure he didn’t fully understand, which was okay, you never bothered to explain. You kept your family dynamics quiet. He never asked why you were so quick to visit with his family for the holiday, just enjoyed you being there.

His warm arms wrap around you, and he holds you in a tight embrace. He wasn’t quite comfort, but he is sweet. He means well, and did what he could for the information that you provided to him. But this dorm room was the closet you had to a home. You had good memories here. Friends that were more like family, and now it’s gone.

You groan when the stupid sound of your absent father’s ringtone sounds off. Maybe he is actually calling to congratulate you for wasting his money on a degree that he deemed pointless. He. It probably wouldn’t matter what you did, it’d never be good enough for him.

“You gonna get that?”

“Do I have to?” You complain looking up at Chase. His mouth lifts to the side, and he nods his head. He is right. You should talk to him and quit hiding. You didn’t know what he was going to say or do. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”

“So the kid is yours?” Ari looks down at the car seat, watching the little baby cry, no one attempting to soothe or comfort her. Lloyd squats down and rubs his thumb over her cheek, and she struggles to breathe from her tears. “Are you going to hold it?”

“Can you stop referring to my daughter like she’s a thing?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ari answers sarcastically. “Then pick her up. What is her name?”

“Clara told me to name her. She didn’t bother naming her. What…what do I do?” He looks up at his friend, showing the tiniest bit of emotion. “I don’t know anything about babies.”

“Start by holding her.”

“You hold her,” Lloyd is a lot of things but nurturing is far from one of them. He was a man that didn’t make mistakes, but clearly, he messed up somewhere. Of all the women he had been with only one was he stupid enough to knock up. But the way Lloyd is staring at her would suggest he almost wanted a baby.

“This is so fuck…this is so stupid. Clean up your mouth. She isn’t old enough to talk yet, but she will be,” Ari gets down to his knees, starting to remove the straps over her body. “She’s a pitiful little thing. Shh, girlie, you’re scaring your daddy before he’s properly got to look at you. There ya go,” he coos, holding the tiny girl up against his chest. Her cries soften a bit. He wonders when the last time she felt loved, because her body moves around feeling more of him.

“What’s wrong with her?” Both Ari and Lloyd’s noes turn up in disgust as they smell her. “She’s not been bathed?”

“That’s poop, Lloyd. We can’t have a baby here,” that is something Ari is certain of. Not only was this not a place for babies, he didn’t want to have to smell the baby smells.

“I didn’t ask for the baby. She was dropped on the mother fucking steps. Clara. I’ll kill that dumb trollop. Never trust desperate women. She doesn’t want money. She just didn’t want the baby. And I need her to have a name, so I’m not just calling her the baby. Ari, name her.”

“I’m not naming your spawn. She’s born of you, you name her. And my god, you gotta change this diaper, and figure out what you’re going to do in order for us to not have to deal with a baby like this. What the hell do you want?”

Lloyd turns to look at one of the analysts standing in the doorway. His thick rimmed glasses, and quiet demeanor made him one of Lloyd’s favorites. He was trustworthy, and smart. Quick. One of the few people Lloyd didn’t want to strangle. “Roman, what do you need? We’re dealing with someone.”

“You need an au pair.”

“What the hell is that?”

“It…it’s someone that will live in your home, and care for the child. They could teach them another language, and…”

“Sounds like a wife. Do I get to fuck them? Does she talk back to me?” Roman shakes his head no, wanting to say more, but doesn’t want to risk his job. He had the perfect person to help Lloyd with his little problem. “Where does one find an au pair?”

“I know someone that just recently graduated, and she speaks French. She has a degree in art history, and…”

“I need her at my house immediately,” Roman acts as if he’s about to say something until Lloyd cocks up a brow, “I will pay her handsomely.”

“You’re keeping the baby?” Ari’s answer comes in the form of Lloyd reaching towards the baby. Turning up his nose at the stench, but he holds her gently. Tenderly. He gives her a quick peck on her head. “He’s keeping the baby. Roman, call whoever. Sounds like the amount of money is not an issue.”

Staring up at the posh apartment buildings, and squeezing Chase’s hand, you wonder how you even got here. Your father didn’t do anything but give you money. You didn’t even know him. Didn’t know what he even did to make the money. And now you are taking orders from him. Allowed him to make you feel like shit for your education.

“You don’t have to listen to him,” Chase says calmly. Slipping his hand out of yours, he turns to look directly at you. “You’re a grown woman, you don’t have to listen to what daddy says.”

“Don’t call him that,” your father didn’t earn that name. That’s exactly what you called him, father. “I mean look at it, there could be worse places to live.”

“Yeah, and you’re caring for a child that isn’t yours. And where’s her parents? How often will you have this child?”

“I’m going to live with them.”

“That’s another thing, I don’t exactly like the idea that you live with them. Who are them?”

“It’s a need to know basis,” you mumble. Finally finding your footing you take a step forward. It was now or never and it seemed like it was going to be now. What did you actually have to lose? This was a guaranteed job. It’s not like you had to stay. The pay was great. And how hard could one baby be?

You were going into this job with a house, great pay, and it seemed somewhat cushy. “You’re just going to be giving another child a life without their parents.”

“And just think where I would have been without my nanny,” you spit out, feeling a bit more protective of a child that you haven't met. It wasn’t her fault anymore than it was yours. Children should be loved and taken care of, and that’s what you are going to do.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know you didn’t. You don’t have to go with me if you don’t approve,” sighing, Chase follows you as you walk into the building. Following the exact instructions you were given from your father. You didn’t know what you were walking into. It was just a job after all.

Neither you or Chase say another thing. He definitely could feel your irritation at the need to insert what he thought he knew about your life. Your life wasn’t horrible. You just didn’t have your parents. Especially not your father. He had a business. And whatever he did afforded you a charmed life.

Seems like this child was getting the same treatment. And if you could give her the life that your amazing nanny gave you, then you feel like you’re giving it back. You didn’t see yourself as a teacher, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. And it was just one small baby. Eventually she would be going to school, and that’s if you even stayed that long.

Attention was everything when it came to children. If you said no, and this was apparently an emergency, what would happen to this child? Every child deserves a good life.

You don’t fully bother knocking on the door. Just punch in the code to the apartment, and Chase tugs at your arm. He isn’t as comfortable with this as you are. Your father gave you the code, Lloyd didn’t want you to knock, he wants you to make yourself comfortable. Your eyes go wide as you look around.

You could see the house at one point was pristine, but now it’s chaotic. Empty boxes are everywhere, but all of them seem to be items for the child. Your father told you she was a baby, but not how new she was. Tiptoeing deeper into the apartment, Chase pulls you back into him.

“Announce yourself. This is weird.”

“Mr. Hansen?” The sweetest little baby gurgle comes from the next room, and you look up at Chase. “That’s a real baby, handsome. Can I go meet my employer now?”

“I’m right here. Scream if you need me.”

“Mr. Hansen?” You ask again, looking into the first room. It is an even bigger disaster. Stuff was everywhere. The room has so much potential, but why does everything seem new? “Mr. Hansen, do you need help?”

He needs a lot of help. Could barely tend to his own child. His movements seem very rigid and unsure of himself. “Yeah, I think she peed. She has on the diapers that change color when wet, but…I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I babysat a few times,” it’s a bit of a stretch. They weren’t babies. But you’ve seen some movies. Read some things, “Let me see. Hey there, cutie,” she looks like she could break hearts. She is angelic. Chubby little legs, and the biggest dimples in her cheeks. Completely toothless with the prettiest bright green eyes and long lashes. “I think you’ve overwhelmed your daddy. Did you recently just get custody?”

There had to be a reason for this mess. But he went and spent a ton of money trying to give his daughter everything she needed and could ever want. “I just recently found out about her,” that took an unexpected turn. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t have the time to really devote to her, but I don’t want her to do without, and…I’m in over my head.”

So he was a bit like your father. But he seems to currently be more hands on than your father was. It was cute, in a completely not weird way at all. Lloyd was older than you. A full grown man while you had only just graduated college. “I’m not an interior designer, but I know some. The apartment is a mess, I’m aware. Lyla needs so much, and this place was just here. I never took the time to do anything. So me and my partner ordered everything we could think of. I don’t think she needs everything we got, but she could. She has her bed, and her diapers, and there’s a box of formula and food in the kitchen. Her food should be there, right? I don’t think she plays with toys yet, but there’s some somewhere.”

“Is this a Dior stroller?”

“I was told it was a pram,” you stare at him, trying not to giggle. The fact that it was Dior was the more silly part. “I can’t do what I do and have her there it’s dangerous.”

“What do you do?”

“Don’t ask,” the look he gives you makes you take a step back, gawking up at him when you realize his size. He is tall. Arms that are thick and hard as steel. His shoulders are wider than your entire body, “Lyla will be provided for, and because of that so will you. Whatever you need. I’ll leave a card for you. I won’t be able to personally get all your…well, all your needs. So this seems like the best option.”

“My needs? Like food?”

“Uh, I know that you women have things you need,” he’s an idiot. “I’ll give you a check, so this looks legit, but I can provide all your special woman needs,” huge idiot.

“Yeah, I can get my ‘womanly needs’ with my paycheck. Do…how often are you going to be here if I’m living here?”

He puffs out a bit of air, and he fully gives you attention. His daughter now has a changed diaper, and he cradles her sweetly. Some stupid expensive silver teething toy in her mouth, and his eyes roam over your entire body. He’s a bit too handsome to be a father, and one that just so happened to be your employer. His eyes are too blue, and his arms look too thick, and you gulp, clenching your thighs together. What the fuck was this witchcraft?

“Every night if possible. I typically work remotely, but sometimes I do have to go out of the country, and that leads to a few days to a week without me coming home to you and Lyla,” is he smirking? You shouldn’t feel so small and taken aback, but your stomach erupts with annoying butterflies with how hard he’s staring at you.

“Would you like to see your room? It’s next to the baby’s. My bedroom is in the front of the apartment, just off the living room. So I’ll be the first to the door. Absolutely no one in this apartment. I don’t trust people. Especially not around my child, and I guess now you come into my protection. If you need to know the apartment is in another name. I have a tendency to create a lot of enemies, and I try to keep things here as safe as possible.”

Lloyd freezes when he hears Chase sneeze. Handing you the baby, he covers you and her with his body in such a quick motion it takes your breath away. Your loss of breathing had nothing to do with his weight digging into your skin, and you surely don’t let out an odd sound that has him giving you a quick wink.

“That would be my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? Roman didn’t say anything about a boyfriend.”

“Roman doesn’t even know when my birthday is. Do you have a problem with Chase being here?”

“What kind of name is Chase?” With your free hand, you shove him off you. You didn’t need him that close to you. “Honestly, what kind of name is that? And I said nobody visits.”

“You just told me that. He traveled here with me because he didn’t trust that I was coming to some apartment with some weird man that lured me here under false pretense just so he could murder me.”

“I don’t lure women here. This is a safe space for my daughter. I need you to make him leave,” Lloyd didn’t need to lure women. When he wanted a woman he could have one. And wanting a woman led to him becoming a father.

“But I don’t want to be here alone with a baby that can’t talk,” his eyes narrow at you. It is like you and Lloyd are playing a tit for tat game. Going back and forth of why Chase shouldn’t be here, and why you need him here. “He has a job. He works at an IT firm. Would you really want me here alone and by myself? What if someone comes here to attack me? Then Lyla is left all alone.”

“I’ve taken precautions that this would never happen. When you’re on the clock, Lyla is your only priority,” that made you feel slightly uneasy. You had to make a note to check the neighbors. Getting a feeling that someone was tasked with watching and listening to you and Lyla.

“When am I off the clock?”

“When I am here. Unless,” he gives you that eat shit grin again, shaking his head. Is he actually flirting with you, “I shouldn’t say that, sunshine. So what should Lyla call you? Nanny seems a bit too old and mature for someone sweet like you.”

“Why not my name?” He contemplates that for a moment, looking down at his little baby who stares up at you. If babies could talk, you wonder what she is thinking of.

“Dolly.”

“What?”

“I want her to call you, Dolly. Her Dolly. Ooh, yes, I like that. Let’s see what I should do about this boyfriend,” spinning on his heels Lloyd walks down the hallway, stopping the moment he sees Chase. Your boyfriend stands up immediately, holding out his hand for Lloyd to shake.

“I don’t like you.”

“I’m sorry?” Chase looks towards you holding the baby, and takes a quick gulp. Lloyd’s eyes go between the two of you before sidestepping in front of you. His wide body blocking Chase from looking in your direction. “What is this?”

“Chase, let's get something straight, when I’m not here, Dolly is on the clock.”

“Her name isn’t Dolly.”

“When I’m here, I’ll allow her to come and go as she pleases, but just like Miss Dolly, I need to get a background check on you. I don’t want just anybody to have access to my daughter, and her au pair. And absolutely under no circumstance will you be sleeping under my roof. This is my home, and my daughter’s, and I don’t need stupid boys coming in here and tainting that,” he turns to look at you. Giving you no time at all to process exactly what he is saying. He couldn’t be serious.

“Remember, I own your father. I also own you. I’m offering you money that you can’t refuse because he just cut you off, and you’re used to a certain lifestyle. I’m providing that for you. And I don’t want limp dicks in my home. Have I made myself clear?”

“You can’t do that.”

“I can do whatever I want, Dolly. I’m Lloyd fucking Hansen. If I want to cut every single finger off your father’s hands, I will. You can either have me as your employer or your enemy. And if you walk out that door with that boy, you will be my enemy. I’m not saying you can’t date him, I’m saying I don’t want him in my house or around my daughter. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” his head tilts forward, and his piercing blue eyes give you a look. A look you can’t exactly explain, but it makes you feel things. Makes you ready to do whatever it is he told you to do. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Get rid of the boyfriend.”

“But you’re here.”

“And so are you. There’s no need for him to linger around, while you move in. This is just an introduction, sweetheart. I need to walk you through all the boring stuff about your job. I’ll pay you extra if you get Lyla’s bedroom situated. This place is a complete disaster, and I can’t stand it. Get rid of him,” reaching towards Lyla, he walks back down the hallway to her room, and you give Chase an awkward smile.

“Come on, he can find someone else to be the au pair.”

“I need to see this through, Chase,” he tries interrupting you. Like he usually does, but you shake your head. You did need this job. None of the other places you applied at have called you back. “I need this job. It won’t be forever. And once I get settled in, and have my first day off, I’ll spend it with you.”

“You’re really going to let him talk to you like you’re his property?”

“No, I’m not. But I see myself in that little baby, and she needs me. He doesn’t know what to do.”

“Do you?” Nope. You had no idea about babies. You didn’t even have siblings. But your bags that were in Chase’s cars had a few books with some ideas on what to do. You’d figure it out along the way. Plus, you had this odd desire to understand your dad’s job, and also what exactly Lloyd did. How did a man that instilled so much fear in you also have a soft spot for his daughter?

“You’ll call if you want to leave? No questions asked, I’ll come and get you?”

“No questions asked,” you promise, kissing his lips softly. His hands cup your ass, and Lloyd glares at him down the hallway. How did Roman allow you to grow up and be disrespected in a stranger’s home? You allowed him to kiss down your neck, and neither of you even knew he was watching.

Lloyd would never let Lyla be treated like that. He wished he could make her not get any bigger. He liked the idea of having a woman in his home. Even if it wasn’t the way that a traditional family had it, who knew what the future held. You wanted to please him. Even told Chase it was time for him to leave. He still had it.

Chase pulls off your neck, and notices Lloyd watching you. His hands slip into your back pockets, and he gives your ass a bit of a squeeze, “Who’s girl are you?”

“I’m yours, Chase. Now go on, I’ll call you later,” his eyes flick over to Lloyd, who ventures into Lyla’s room. Going to lay her down for her nap as he tries to think of ways to get rid of Chase. He is an asshole. A cocky one at that. Unfortunately he reminded Lloyd of himself. And there is only enough room in your life for one asshole.

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Justification

A/N: Chapter nine of Diplomatic Negotiations

Series Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.

Chapter Warnings: Angst and tensions, Hayden being a little bitch for a while. FLUFF. SO MUCH fluff! SMUT - p in v, shower sex, oral /f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, filthy teacher ari, daddy kink, teasing, choking, dumbification, degradation (mild), praise (lots), petnames. A lot of sex and sweet moments and lovemaking and fluff in this one!

Word Count: 9000 (I would apologize, but...)

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"Hayden," You stammer out, eyes wide with shock, "What are you doing here?"

Hayden is frozen in shock, wide eyes locked on Ari, mouth agape as his mind processes the information in front of him.

"Hayden," Andrea says sternly, finally making him snap out of it when she gently guides Ari back towards you and steps in front of him to face Hayden. She crosses her arms over her chest, "We moved our plans to tomorrow, what are you doing here?"

"Y-you-," he stammers, still looking at Ari who is now standing behind Andrea in the hallway, shielding half of you as you hold onto his arm. "You said you weren't feeling well," he finally says, turning his sights to Andrea, "So I.. I brought soup."

He lifts his hand, revealing a take out bag, and you sigh audibly.

"Hayden," you say, pushing past Ari and Andrea before you grab his arm, "Get in here."

You pull him inside, and he stumbles a little as you close the door behind him. He's watching you with wide eyes still, darting between you and Ari.

Ari stays quiet, watching Hayden carefully, unsure what to say or do in this situation.

You put your hands on Hayden's shoulders, offering him a small smile, "Come have some wine, I'll explain everything. Okay?"

You're sitting at the dining table across from Hayden, the glass of wine in front of him. Ari is by your side, although he's considerably less close than before, while Andrea is sitting next to Hayden and Jessica is leaning against the counter, watching you.

"So," you breathe out, folding your hands on the table, "Remember how we agreed to allow the other to keep their secret?"

Hayden nods once, his eyes glancing to Ari before they move back to you.

"This is my secret," you say with a small smile, "And now I'm going to need you to keep it."

Hayden remains quiet, his shocked expression staying locked on you before he suddenly picks up the glass of wine and chugs it in one sweep. He cringes as he swallows, setting the glass back down on the table with a clink.

"What the fuck is this?" Hayden asks, finally speaking, "What's he doing here, what's the secret exactly?"

You tilt your head a little, "I think you already know."

"Mr. Levinson?!" He exclaims incredulously, leaning on the table towards you, "You're fucking Mr. Levinson, our teacher?!"

You let out a deep sigh, about to interject when Ari does it for you, speaking for the first time since Hayden arrived.

"That's not what it's like," he says calmly, watching Hayden as he turns his incredulous gaze to him, "We're not fucking, we're.. Dating."

"But you're old!" Hayden exclaims, throwing his hands up to make a point, "And you're our teacher! Why the fuck would you do that!"

You're a little taken aback by his reaction, and you can sense how Ari tenses beside you, his jaw clenching.

"Hayden," you say, his attention snapping back to you, "You don't understand, this isn't-"

"Oh I think I understand perfectly," Hayden scoffs, "I remember how Sheila and Sarah were gushing over him, I just figured you'd be different. He's taking advantage of you, don't you realize that? Fucking a student is crossing so many lines, it's like a kink, it's-"

"Hey," Ari says sternly, effectively shutting Hayden up, "That's not what it's like. We knew each other before I started teaching the class."

"What?" Hayden asks, his expression changing from angry to confused, "What does that mean?"

You sigh and look down at your folded hands on the table, "We hooked up the weekend before class started. I had no idea he was going to teach our class until I walked into the auditorium on Monday morning."

Hayden frowns, "Okay, I see how that's complicated, but you're still now fucking him while he's our teacher. This is breaking so many rules, it's like, illegal. Not to mention gross."

Ari scoffs and shakes his head, his stern gaze practically burning into Hayden's skull, "It's not illegal, we're both adults. And I'm not even permanent faculty, I'm only a guest lecturer for this semester." Then he cocks a brow, "And I'll choose to let that last comment slide, considering the situation right now."

Hayden scoffs obnoxiously, frowning angrily as he looks at Ari, "Like you even have a leg to stand on, you should be ashamed of yourself. I can't believe I actually respected you, this is so far out, and the fact that you don't even realize makes it so much worse."

You sigh deeply as you cover your face with your hands, mumbling into your palms, "This is a fucking mess."

"You think?!" Hayden exclaims, and you can practically feel the anger oozing off of him. Andrea puts a hand on his arm to calm him, but he remains furious.

"Hayden, please," you say quietly, dropping your hands to look at him, "Please, just.. Just listen, okay? It's not what you think, we're not just hooking up, we're dating. I lo- I like him, alright? We're.. We're together, and it works, and we're happy. We're not hurting anyone by being together."

Ari glances at you at your words, his features softening a little. But then they harden again when Hayden speaks.

"It's not ethical and you should realize that. Besides, isn't he like, twice your age? Do you have any idea how many guys on the football team would love to date you? Half of them begged me for your number after the bonfire, why would you date an old man when you could have anyone?!"

"Hey," Andrea says sternly, making Hayden look at her, "Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about. He's a good guy, and he cares about her a lot. It doesn't matter how old he is."

The angry rant you were about to fling in Hayden's direction is swallowed at Andrea's words, your form relaxing a little. Ari is tense as he sits besides you, clearly biting his tongue, and you commend his ability to stay cool when Hayden is being so disrespectful right now.

Hayden scans Andrea's face for a moment, "How long have you known about this?"

"The entire time," she replies as she looks at him, "I was there when they met at the club, I've known the whole time."

"And you didn't tell me?"

Andrea shakes her head, "No, I didn't tell you, because I was worried about how you'd react. And you're confirming my worries by acting like a dick right now."

You watch Hayden's brows furrow before his face turns more apologetic. He turns to look at his empty glass of wine, and then grabs the bottle, pouring another one that he immediately takes a large sip of.

"Fine," he says as he puts the glass back down and looks up, eyes bouncing between you and Ari, "Fine, I'll listen. Tell me everything."

You spend a long time talking to Hayden, doing your best to explain everything that's happened in the short span of time you've known Ari. Hayden listens intently, and you can tell he's conflicted.

"So this is like.. Real, then?" He asks you, glancing over at Ari, "Are you guys planning on being together once he's done teaching?"

You look over at Ari, whose eyes meet yours for a moment before you both turn back to look at Hayden, "Uh, we haven't really talked about it-" you start to say, but Ari interjects.

"That's the plan, yes."

Hayden nods at his words, eyeing you for a moment before he focuses on Ari, "You really care about her? This isn't just for sex?"

"Yes, I care about her," Ari replies immediately, "She's special. It's not just sex, I know it may seem weird because of the circumstances, but I've liked her since the moment I met her. I want to date her. And I'm risking a lot to do it because I couldn't stay away from her."

Hayden nods at Ari's words, and you can feel excitement blooming inside, butterflies swarming around your belly.

You smile softly, looking at Hayden hesitantly, "Will you keep our secret? Please, H. I know it's a lot to ask, but he's really important to me."

Hayden's features soften when he looks at you and the genuine expression on your face. He smiles a little, gazing at you for a moment before he nods and quietly replies, "Okay, yes. I'll keep your secret. I promise."

You and Ari both release a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing where you sit.

But then Hayden turns to Ari, "If you break her heart I'm coming for you. I can take you, old man. Don't try me."

Ari nods once, offering Hayden a small smile, "Noted. I won't break her heart."

"Good."

About half an hour later, Andrea brings Hayden to her room to talk through everything, which finally gives you some reprieve. Jessica retired to her bedroom, and you immediately take Ari's hand and tug him with you in the direction of yours.

Ari chuckles softly at your eagerness, his fingers entwining with yours, "Where we going, sweetheart?"

"My room," you mumble, pulling him closer until he needs to grip your waist to keep from crashing into your back, "We need some alone time."

Ari smiles at your words, the worries from earlier slowly dissipating. For a moment he wondered whether this would be the end for the two of you; he worried that some of what Hayden was saying would sink in, make you change your mind.

Hayden was wrong about some of the things he said, but not everything. Ari is old. Too old for you. You still have your entire life ahead of you whereas his has hit that comfortable space where he's ready to stop running around and settle down instead.

He knows you don't have any dreams for the future — or at least he knows that's what you keep telling yourself, as well as others.

He suspects you actually do have dreams. Perhaps you don't like to say them out loud, either out of worry that they won't come true, or out of worry that you'll get judged for them.

But he knows you. He's watched you, your work ethic, how dedicated you are. There's not a doubt in his mind that you dream of something, even if you say you don't. And he hopes one day you'll trust him enough to tell him what it is.

Ari follows behind you as you push open the door to your bedroom, ushering him inside. You close it behind the two of you, leaning up against it as he takes a few steps inside.

Ari glances around with a soft smile on his face, taking in your private space.

It's filled with pictures of your friends and presumably your family, as well as posters and memorabilia. It's a little cluttered, but in the cute way, the kind that lets him know that despite there being a lot of stuff, every single item has it's own dedicated spot.

His eyes land on your bed, not quite as big as his king-sized one, and the floral patterned bedding covering it. He smirks as he turns back to look at you, "I like your room. Very cozy."

"You think so?" You reply meekly, taking a few steps closer to him, "Yours is so.. Clean, and organized. I didn't know if mine would give you like.. A heart attack, or something."

Ari barks out a laugh, shaking his head, "No sweetheart, no heart attacks yet. So far so good."

He looks around again, eyes fanning over the jewelry hung by the mirror, the different colored nail polish carefully placed on a shelf. Then his eyes move further, zeroing in on a plushie sitting on a chair in the corner of your room. "Who's that?"

"Hm?" You murmur, your mind elsewhere. Having him in your space like this feels so intimate, in an entirely different way than you're used to, and suddenly you feel so young and immature compared to him. His place is organized and tidy, whereas you hold on to memorabilia like they're a part of you. Which, technically, they are.

You look up as Ari takes a few steps away from you, eyes immediately widening when he walks in the direction of your stuffie.

"Oh," you immediately say, tensing a little, "Oh, uh, that's.. Nothing."

Ari picks up the penguin, his fingers brushing over the soft fur before he adjusts the little gold bow tie around its neck. "What's his name?"

Your cheeks immediately heat up as you watch Ari inspect your most prized possession, a stuffie your mom gave you as a teenager after you got your first period. You'd hated it back then, letting her know in very clear terms that, getting your period meant you were no longer a child and stuffies were for children, but as you grew older, you also grew more fond of him. He was soft, and cuddly, and he would often be your favorite comfort when you were feeling down.

"Uh, his name is Pingu," you explain, making Ari quirk a brow as he looks back at you. You chuckle, "I wasn't very creative, but it fits him well."

"Sure does," Ari hums, letting his thumb brush over the soft fur again before he places the stuffie back in its designated spot, "It's cute. Looks like you took good care of him."

"Yeah, I guess," you mumble, scratching the back of your neck nervously as you look down at your feet.

Ari turns to you, his smile turning warm as he watches your nervous form. He walks closer until he can reach you, his hand landing on your arm to gently stroke it, "You okay?"

"Mhm," you nod, glancing up at him, "Yeah, it's just.. Your place is so nice and mine is so.. Cluttered."

Ari chuckles softly, tilting his head, "I quite like your place. It's very homey, and it's very you."

"Yeah?" You ask, taking a small step closer until he's only inches from you, your neck craning to look up at him, "You really mean that?"

"Absolutely," he whispers, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you into his chest before his lips land on yours.

He cups your jaw, his thumb sliding under your chin to tilt your head up as he whispers against your lips, "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

Your eyes flutter open to look at him, lips brushing over his when you reply, "And that's coming from you."

Ari lets out a quiet chuckle, the arm around your waist tightening its hold, "Doesn't even compare."

You're about to make a sassy retort when he pulls you close again, his lips gliding over yours carefully. The hand on your jaw slides back to curl in your hair, your hands sliding up his chest to wind around his neck at the kiss deepens.

Ari's large hands travel down your body before they land on your ass, getting a firm grip. His tongue slides into your mouth when you gasp into the kiss, strong hands hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

You mewl, your fingers sliding into his hair as he walks the few steps over to your bed, your legs staying firmly wrapped around him.

He lowers you down, carefully, hovering over you when your back hits the mattress. He keeps kissing you, turning more insistent with each passing second, his strong hands wandering down your chest, nimble fingers teasing the neckline of your dress.

"Mmh," Ari hums, kissing down your jaw and neck, his beard scratching your skin, "I'll never get sick of how soft your skin is baby, you always feel so good. Smell amazing too."

He nuzzles his face in your cleavage, teeth pulling at the neckline and it makes you giggle, your fingers running through his hair, "Must be my lotion."

"Maybe," he murmurs, kissing the peaks of your breasts, "Smells so good, I just want to eat you."

"Oh yeah?" You smirk, his large hands finding the hem of your dress to push it up over your hips, "Feel free to eat me anytime."

Ari chuckles against your skin, pulling back just enough to pull the dress over your head. He discards it on the floor, his gaze heating you up when he takes in your lingerie-clad form.

"Fucking hell," he whispers, warm fingers immediately there, touching your exposed skin and gently teasing the covered parts, "I like this. New?"

"Mhm," you nod, watching how his pupils dilate as he drinks you in, "Had a feeling you'd like it."

"I love it," he husks out, gentle hands gripping your hips as he looks up at your face, "So fucking beautiful. Like an angel."

You chuckle and reach out for him, which makes him lean over you, supporting himself on his forearms. Your ankles hook around his waist, pulling him closer until you feel the bulge in his pants pressing on your core, "Need you to fuck me, daddy. Please. I've missed you all week, need your cock."

Ari's breath hitches at your words, a deep groan rumbling in his chest, "My dirty girl. Dressed so innocently but so filthy once we're alone, isn't that right?"

You nod and smirk, your fingers pulling on his hair teasingly, "Only for you, daddy. No one else."

"That's right, you're daddy's good girl, his pretty baby. No one else gets to see you like this."

"No," you whisper, pulling him closer until his lips land on yours.

He grunts into the kiss, a large hand sliding down your chest, cupping and squeezing your breast through your lace bra. You moan into the kiss, your back arching off the bed at the intoxicating feeling.

Ari's hips ground into yours, grinding against you deliciously, and it makes you even needier than before.

"Daddy," you gasp, your tone pitiful.

Ari's teeth tug on your bottom lip before he pulls back to crawl down the length of your body, "I know baby, but daddy's gotta do something first, okay? Need a taste, just a little one. It's been too long."

Long fingers curl in the waistband of your lace panties, maneuvering you around until he can slide them down your legs. He discards them just like your dress, large hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide as he slots himself between them again.

Then he bends down, his beard scratching you when he mouths at your lace covered nipple, moaning against your skin. His fingers edge closer to your core while his teeth find your hardened peak, tugging on it through the flimsy fabric.

You whine, bucking your hips up eagerly, a gasp escaping when Ari suddenly pulls your bra down before his lips wrap around your nipple. His tongue flicks and toys with it before his teeth find their way, making you cry out at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Strong fingers finally find your wet center, two of them putting pressure on that sweet spot that makes you cry and beg for him pathetically. His fingers rub your needy pussy languidly, deep groans emitting from his throat as his lips continue their assault on your nipple.

Your back arches and your fingers in his hair tighten when he suddenly slides two thick digits inside your soaked heat, curling them up to hit that spot he knows will make your mind go blank.

He's right, you can feel everything slipping away as he starts pumping his fingers inside you, teeth giving your nipple a tug before his lips release it with a pop!

He kisses his way down your stomach, fingers still moving in and out of you until you finally feel his hot breath tickle your bundle of nerves.

He doesn't give you any reprieve when he dives his face into your weeping pussy, tongue expertly finding your clit while his fingers pick up pace inside you.

He groans when your taste hits his tongue, only making him more feral as he eats you out like his life depended on it. You cry out, your thighs threatening to shut, but Ari's free hand grips one to keep them pried apart.

He loves how needy and desperate you get, how you lose all thoughts about the world surrounding you. He can feel the pleasure as it overtakes you, turns you into his perfect girl whose only focus is to chase that sweet high she longs for.

Ari's fingers pick up pace, his tongue flicking your clit as you pant and squeal, your body squirming under him. When he adds a third finger to your tight channel he feels the resistance at first, but it's quickly replaced by the loud moans you let out. He can tell you're close and he wants to push you over that edge so badly, he wants you to lose yourself to him in every sense.

"Daddy," you cry, your fingers pulling on his roots, "Daddy, 'm close, 'm gonna-gonna cum!"

Ari groans against your pussy, growling out a lowly, "Come for daddy, sweet girl. Give me your cream."

And that's all it takes.

You stiffen under him, body going rigid as the orgasm flows through you before you tremble as your juices squirt out around his fingers. Ari lets out a feral growl, eagerly lapping at your folds to get everything he can, his cock so hard against his zipper that its bordering on painful.

He coaxes you through it until you're whimpering pathetically under him, your fingers going pliant in his hair, and that's when he finally pulls away to look down at you.

You're panting as you lie on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes are hooded when you look up at him, plump lips parted beautifully.

"You okay?" Ari asks quietly, fingers gently stroking your stomach.

"Yeah," you breathe out, blinking sleepily, "Just give me a second. That was a lot."

Ari chuckles deeply, wiping a hand over his thick beard before he leans down to place a few kisses on your stomach. He gets up, unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants, watching as you remove your lacy bra.

"I'm sorry I took it off so fast," he muses, crawling back into bed with you once he's naked, his hard cock standing at attention, "I really did like it, I promise."

You chuckle and reach out for him, urging him to lie down between your legs. He complies, kissing his way up your chest to your lips, slotting his beefy body between your thighs. His erection pokes at your inner thigh as he lies down, placing a quick kiss on your lips before he tucks his face into your neck.

"You're addicting, you know that?" He murmurs, soft lips brushing over your skin as his beard tickles it, "I can't get enough."

"Good," you smile, your fingers gently stroking his back, "Don't want you to ever get enough."

"I won't," Ari replies earnestly, pulling back to look down at you, "I swear."

Your stomach flutters at the adoration in his eyes, and you want to say so many things but choose instead to guide him closer until his lips find yours.

He kisses you gently, with tender care, your hand moving down his body until you find the hard length pressing against you. You spread your thighs wide, angling your hips up a little as you whisper into the kiss, "Give me your cock, daddy. Please. I can't wait any longer."

Ari hums, his lips moving over yours as he reaches down, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock. You gasp into his mouth when the thick head of his cock prods at your entrance, slowly slipping inside to make you stretch around him.

"This fucking pussy," Ari murmurs into the kiss as he pushes further, "God, I've never felt anything this good, jesus christ."

You let out a whine when he bottoms out, his wide girth making your walls stretch and clench around him, the pressure inside a delicious mix between pain and pleasure.

"You're so big," you hiccup, linking your ankles behind his back, "So big daddy, fucking huge."

Ari grunts at your words, grinding his hips into yours and making you whine. He kisses down your jaw, nipping on it when he slowly pulls out only to push back in.

You keen, your hands landing flat on his back at the feeling, opening yourself up like a flower to him when he starts to gently fuck you.

You let go as the pleasure floats over you, envelops you, your mind going blank, the only thing you're able to focus on being his thick cock dragging against your walls.

"God, so good," Ari moans, hips meeting yours with more determination, "You're so good, so fucking good, honey. My good, sweet girl."

Your pussy flutters at the praise, making Ari grunt in appreciation, and in turn, he picks up the pace a little more, his face tucking into your neck.

You feel his hot breath on your skin as he pants, his beard scratching and tickling your skin in a way that makes you needy for more.

"You take me so well, baby, take my cock so well. Look at how good you're doing, taking all of me with no complaining, that's my good girl."

You want to be his, in every sense of the word, you want him to mark you all over.

Which is why you cry out loudly and your pussy squeezes his cock when his teeth suddenly nip at your neck before he starts sucking, leaving his intentions clear. He sucks harshly, clearly leaving a hickey, while his hips start slamming into yours with more fervor.

"God yes," he growls, sucking another mark on your skin, "Fuck yes, that's it, you feel so good honey. I can't hold it for long, this pussy is just too good, too fucking tight. You want it, hm? Want my cum, baby? Want daddy to fill you up?"

"Yes!" You moan, your nails digging into his back when he starts fucking you harder, his hips stuttering when you tighten around his girth, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Ari growls deeply against your neck, rutting into you, "I will, I fucking will, I promise sweetheart. Just need you to come for daddy one more time, can you do that? Come for me, baby, come on, choke my cock with this sweet little cunt."

You wail when the waves of pleasure suddenly crash into you, the orgasm flooding your senses suddenly. Ari groans when you squeeze him like a vice, his hips stuttering as he grunts out, "There it is, fucking hell. Gonna fill you up, give you my cum. Take my cum, that's it, take it, fuck."

His spend spurts against your walls suddenly as Ari lets out a deep and guttural moan, his heavy body slumping on top of yours as his hips pushes into yours.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, murmuring quietly, "Just gonna stay here for a moment baby, not ready to pull out yet."

You nod slowly, catching your breath as your arms encase him, stroking his skin softly, "Okay daddy."

Ari cleaned you up before you went to sleep, making you giggle as he grumbled about having to put on underwear to go to the bathroom because "this place is practically a fucking frathouse, filled with people."

He enveloped you in his arms once he crawled back into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. He held you close all night, his warm body pressed up against yours, and your sleep was peaceful and deep as you melted into him.

When the morning light filters into your bedroom to pull you from your slumber, you nuzzle your face into his chest. Your nose tickles when it brushes over the dark hair coating it, but it's comforting in a sense, making you press against his full pecks, into the relaxed muscle.

The heavy arm holding you close tightens its grip momentarily before his fingers slowly stroke your back. Ari inhales deeply, murmuring, "Morning baby."

"Good morning," you whisper, keeping your eyes closed as you stay close, placing a kiss on his chest.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good," you smile, tilting your head up to look at his face. His eyes open at the movement, a fond smile painting his lips when his eyes meet yours. "How about you?"

"Very good," he responds, kissing your forehead, "Your bed is approved."

You chuckle, moving to place kisses on his collarbones, "Good, I'm glad. In that case, we can alternate between places."

Ari hums, his fingers carding through your hair, "It's a deal, honey."

You hold each other close, slowly waking up in each others arms. You lean up to kiss his cheek, and then his lips, and he hums as he kisses you back.

You lean back, placing your head on the pillow to look at him, keeping your leg wrapped over his hip as you ask, "Any plans today?"

"Yeah," Ari responds with a smile, which makes your stomach drop with disappointment. But then you chuckle when he adds, "I'm spending the day with my girl. Hopefully I won't have to leave this bed."

You giggle, quirking a brow at him, "You sure you're up for it, old man? I remember last weekend, you were hanging on by a thread at the end."

Ari scoffs, narrowing his eyes teasingly, "We fucked all day long, I'm only human. And you said yourself you felt sore at the end."

You laugh and lean in to peck his lips, "I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. I was sore, you're not easy to take, you know. But practice makes perfect, I guess."

Ari hums, a warm hand sliding over the curve of your hip, "How're you feeling this morning?"

"Good," you smile, "Not sore. Yet."

Ari chuckles, "I'm sure we'll change that soon."

After cuddling for a while, Ari slips out of bed to go to the bathroom and you take a moment to stretch, raising your arms and squirming around like a cat on the bed, before you find an oversized shirt and a pair of sleep-shorts to pull on.

You walk out to the kitchen, cocking a brow at Hayden when you spot him sitting at the dining table, eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey bud," You chuckle, reaching into the cupboard to bring out two mugs, "Fancy seeing you here."

"You too," Hayden murmurs as he chews his breakfast. "I just saw Mr. Levinson in his fucking underwear. It'll most likely haunt me for years to come. That's your fault, missy."

You snort, pouring coffee into the two mugs in front of you, "Hope you enjoyed the view. He's good, huh?"

Hayden glares at you as you quirk a teasing brow, chuckling, "No one forced you to stay at my apartment, you know. Tell me again why you're here this early in the morning?"

"Yeah, yeah," Hayden snickers, eating another spoonful. He chews and swallows before he looks at you with a raised brow, "You owe me fifty bucks, by the way."

You scoff and shake your head, adding milk to your cup, "I do not."

"Yes, you do," Hayden replies pointedly, "Our bet is still valid, even if I didn't know we were talking about you when we made it."

You place a hand on your hip as you look at him, "That bet was about whether or not he was in love, if I recall. Not whether or not he was dating."

"I know what it was about," Hayden replies casually, in-between chewing his cereal, "And you owe me fifty fucking bucks."

You scoff and chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee, "You're delusional."

"I think you're the only delusional one here, if you truly believe I haven't earned that money fair and square," Hayden retorts, finishing his bowl of cereal, "I'm no idiot, I know what I know."

"Oh yeah?" You sass, putting your cup of coffee down on the counter, "And whats that?"

"What I know is that, that man who just scarred me for life by walking by in his underwear, is a man in loooove," he chimes, singing the last word dramatically.

You laugh and shake your head, turning back to your coffee, "Why don't you go cuddle Andrea if you're so obsessed with loooove, hm? Fairly certain only one man in this apartment is pussy whipped, and he's sitting right in front of me."

"Yeah right," Hayden snorts, "Like you couldn't bring him to his knees with a snap of your fingers."

You chuckle and shake your head again, but choose to remain silent as you take a sip of coffee, which only makes him bark out a laugh.

"See? I'll be expecting that fifty bucks by Monday morning, thank you very much."

"Hayden, you can go fuck yourse-"

"Morning sweetheart."

You're interrupted when Ari walks into the kitchen, still in only his boxer briefs, and he immediately stiffens when he spots Hayden sitting by the dining table. You can tell he's just about to turn around and walk away, presumably to hide in your bedroom, but you'll be damned if you let Andrea's boytoy scare away your man.

"Morning," You say with a wide smile, picking up the cup of coffee you made and directing it towards him, "Made you a cup."

Ari is visibly conflicted, glancing between you and Hayden, standing still in the doorway until Hayden says, "It's fine, Mr. Levinson. We're all delusional here, let's just pretend this is normal and get on with our day."

Ari chuckles shortly before he takes the cup you've offered him, placing a quick kiss on your cheek in return, "How about we stick to Ari when we're not in class? Makes it feel just a little bit less weird."

"Works for me," Hayden responds as Ari walks over to sit by the dining table, "This is weird enough already."

"You're telling me," Ari mumbles quietly as he takes a sip of his coffee.

You smile at him before you turn to Hayden, "Technically, you're the odd man out. I cleared it with all the residents in this apartment that Ari would be sleeping over. But you never did answer my question; why are you here again?"

Ari chuckles under his breath, taking another sip of coffee while Hayden turns to you.

"I'm here because your roommate is absolutely insatiable and I'm not cruel enough to let her suffer."

You gag loudly, in a joking manner as you put your hands up, "Okay, enough, ew. Don't need the details."

"You sure?" Hayden jokes as he gets up from his seat to clean his bowl, "Because I have sooo many, I could tell you about how I-"

"Enough," you grumble, picking up your cup of coffee to take a seat next to Ari at the table, "You being here is plenty of information. Go back to her room so I can pretend you're not here right now. Please."

"Why?" Hayden muses, wiggling his brows at you and Ari, "You two going to get it on? Again?"

You sputter into the sip you're taking, and Ari chokes on his sip as well.

"Hayden, go touch some grass," you reply incredulously, "You fucking need it, you little snoop."

"That's a yes," Hayden laughs before he starts walking out of the kitchen. As he crosses the threshold he yells, "Have fun!" Before he disappears.

After a beat, Ari muses, "Tell me again why he's even here right now?"

"He's fucking Andrea," you grumble into your cup of coffee, "Much to everyones dismay."

"Right," Ari murmurs, taking a sip of his coffee, "Presumably not to Andrea's, though."

You scrunch your face up as you turn to him, "Please don't say that. It makes it worse."

Ari chuckles at your expression, "What, you don't want your roommates to have as much fun as you're having?"

A smirk grows on your lips before you tilt your head, "Believe me, there's no way in hell Andrea is having as much fun as I am."

"Oh really?" Ari replies, mirroring your smirk, "You want to elaborate on that?"

"Sure do," You chirp out happily, "You want the power point presentation or the practical one?"

Ari quirks a brow, watching you for a moment before he replies, "As much as I would love to see how you'd put what we do into a power point, I think I'd enjoy the practical one more."

"Oh I know you would," you smirk, immediately rising from your seat. You take his hand, pulling him with you as you get up, "Come on, Mr. Levinson. Let me show you what I've learned so far."

Ari chuckles and follows behind you when you drag him down the hallway, "Where are we going? Your bedroom is the other direction."

You shake your head, "We did it in bed already, on to the next room."

Ari barks out a laugh, that carries through the apartment until you tug him into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. You lock it before you push him up against it, your fingers immediately tangling in his hair when your lips land on his.

Ari doesn't miss a beat, his lips moving over yours possessively, his large hands gripping your waist as he hums, "Mmh, in the bathroom, hm?"

You nod as you keep kissing him, letting your hands travel down his chest, brushing over the dusting of hair covering it, "Yeah, thought that might be fun. What'dya say, daddy? Wanna fuck me in the shower?"

Ari lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening when he pulls back to look at you, "Abso-fucking-lutely I do."

You squeak when one of his hands suddenly lands on your ass in a smack, and then your head spins when he starts moving around, swiftly turning on the hot water before his hands curl in your shirt. You lift your arms in the air to let him pull it off you, his eyes locked on your breasts when they're exposed to him.

One warm hand cups your breast instantly, squeezing and groping the flesh, while the other curls behind your neck to pull you in for a searing kiss.

You mewl, hands traveling down his stomach until you reach the edge of his briefs, quickly wrapping your fingers in it to pull them down.

Ari lets you, and once they're on the floor, he mirrors your actions, pushing your panties down until you're fully naked for him.

"Come on baby," he husks out, both hands grabbing your ass, "Hop on."

You giggle as you jump up and he maneuvers you to wrap your legs around his waist, your hands on his shoulders when you lean in to kiss him again. He moans into the kiss, the tip of his cock poking you teasingly as he walks the both of you into the shower, a gasp escaping your lips when the hot water hits your back.

"You're insatiable," Ari murmurs, pushing your back up against the wall as he angles his hips, "I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep up in the long run."

You moan out a small chuckle when he rubs his cock between your wet folds, not wasting any time before he slowly pushes in.

"Having trouble, old man?" You breathe out, your fingers digging into his shoulders the deeper he pushes inside you, "Need a break, hm? Maybe a nap?"

Ari growls lowly, the sound coming from his throat, "Little fucking brat, you better behave."

"You like taming me," you moan as he bottoms out, and he mirrors the sound, his head falling back for a moment.

"You're so fucking tight," he whispers, tilting his head forward again to look at you, "Gripping me like a damn vice."

The familiar blue of his eyes is darker, almost completely swallowed out by his pupils, and it makes you want to drown in the depth of them.

When Ari pulls back a little and pushes back in, his thrusts slow but shallow, you choke on a moan, "It's 'cus I was made for you, daddy."

"That's right," he says, his deep voice lulling your mind into a space of pure desire, "You were made for me, made for taking my cock like my good little slut."

You moan at his words, your head dropping back to rest against the wall, your eyes closing when he starts fucking you in earnest, his thrusts going deeper.

"Isn't that right?" He grunts, his fingers digging into your ass as he fucks you up against the shower wall, "You're my little slut, aren't you? My dumb baby, such a pretty girl when your head goes empty like this, all you can think about is how badly you want to get fucked."

You whimper, a halfhearted nod as your body jolts in his hold, the cool tile soothing on your burning skin, excitement bursting through your veins every time his cock kisses your cervix.

But then your eyes shoot open in surprise when Ari suddenly wraps a large paw of a hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pussy tighten around him.

"Fuck, you like that, huh?" He moans, picking up pace, his cock filling you again and again as he fucks into you, "Like getting choked, hm? I wasn't sure if you would, but good to know."

His fingers squeeze carefully, your wide eyes holding his as you let out an airy moan, your pussy tightening around him again.

"God damn it," he growls lowly, the hold he has on you forcing you to meet his hard thrusts, "You'll be the fucking death of me, I'd die for this pussy, jesus."

Your hands slide up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as your moans get louder. He picks up pace again, now fucking you mercilessly up against the wall, your toes curling as your legs are wrapped around his waist.

"G-gonna cum, gonna cum daddy!" You stammer out, a wanton moan filling the bathroom when his thrusts suddenly get harder, more determined.

You hold his gaze, his dangerous blues burning into you as he fucks you with abandon, his brow a little furrowed as he tries to hold off his own release.

"Yes, come for me," he grunts, his fingers tightening around your throat, "Come for me, squeeze the shit out of my cock. You're not breathing until you come for daddy."

His words are stern, and it triggers something in you, your high pitched wail echoing on the bathroom tiles as you come undone in his hold. He lets out a deep, satisfactory moan as he watches you come, shaking and hiccuping when he releases your throat to place his hand on the tile behind you as he chases his own high.

He grunts, hips stuttering repeatedly before he shouts and buries his face in your neck, releasing into you. His warmth fills you as he pants against your skin, your hands stroking his broad back as you try to catch your own breath in turn.

You gently run your fingers through his hair, your bodies sticking together, the bathroom feeling hot and damp from the running water.

"You're going to kill me," Ari whispers breathlessly, "I might actually die."

It makes you giggle, and you smile fondly when he pulls back to look at you, his cheeks and neck flushed red from the heat. You cup his face, stroking his cheeks as you whisper, "How about some cuddles after we shower, hm? I promise not to wear you out. I'd like to keep you around."

"Sounds good," he smiles, placing a kiss on your nose before he carefully pulls out of you.

You and Ari showered together and took turns washing each others hair. He kneeled in front of you to give you better access considering your height difference, and you thought it was the cutest thing in the world whenever he'd look up at you as you lathered the shampoo.

You made sure he used your conditioner; you were not willing to go down on hair care for those gorgeous locks of his. Ari complied happily, despite his own hair care routine being a little different at home, but you're fairly certain he just said yes because it meant you'd keep running your fingers through his hair.

You dried off, and went back to your bedroom, where you cuddled up in bed, choosing to toss your towels. Which brings you to here.

Ari is lying between your legs as you have a movie playing on the TV, his head resting on your chest. Your fingers are running through his hair and scratching at his scalp, and he's purring lowly whenever your nails apply a little extra pressure.

His body is warm on top of yours, and the skin-to-skin contact is amazing. It feels nice, being naked and vulnerable with him, despite it not being sexual. It feels intimate.

"I like being with you like this," you murmur as you watch the screen, moved around so Ari can see it too, despite his current resting position.

"Me too," he replies quietly, placing a kiss on your chest, his cheek nuzzling into it a little as he smiles, "You feel nice."

You chuckle softly, scratching at his scalp, earning you another purr, "So do you."

"Not too heavy?"

"No," you smile, "Not at all. It feels good, actually. Having your weight on me, I like it. It's comforting."

"Yeah?" Ari asks, glancing up at you, "You like the feeling of me on top of you?"

You smile shyly, "Yes, I do. That's why I like missionary, too. I like how big and heavy you are, it always turns me on."

"Hm, interesting," Ari replies, looking back towards the TV. "Wonder why that is."

"I'm not sure I want to know," you snort, "Sounds like a rabbithole."

Ari chuckles at your words, "I think you have a point. Might be better not to go down it."

Once Sunday morning rolls around, Ari is still at your place. You get up after cuddling for a bit, both heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

You're just about to start bringing out pans to cook on when Ari stops you.

"Let me," he says, taking the pan out of your hand before he places it on the stove, "You go sit over there, I'll cook."

He gestures to the dining table, and you frown as you look up at him, "You don't have to do that, you're my guest, I should-"

"Shush," he chuckles, taking a sip of the cup of coffee you made him, "I want to make you breakfast. Let me."

You look at him for a moment before you relent, bringing your own coffee over to the dining table as you sit down. "Fine," you chuckle, shaking your head as you take a sip, "If you want to cook so bad, by all means, be my guest."

Ari snickers, cracking open an egg on the pan, "Thanks. I'll make enough for your other halves, as well."

You snort into your coffee, putting it down to look at him pointedly, "You make it sound like we're dating, or something. They're not my girlfriends."

"Oh?" Ari muses, quirking a brow as he cracks another egg, "They're not? What are they, then?"

Your brows furrow momentarily before you backtrack, "Okay, technically, they're my girlfriends, but not like.. Girlfriends-girlfriends, you know?"

Ari snorts at your clumsy wording, nodding as he chuckles, "Uhm, yeah. I think so."

"I don't have a girlfriend-girlfriend," you quip, watching him as you take a sip of coffee, "I don't swing that way."

"That, I do believe," Ari retorts, smirking at you, "You're way too into my cock for that."

You cough and sputter into your coffee, looking at him with wide eyes, "Ari!"

He laughs at your shocked expression, while you wipe the table with a cloth to clean up your spill.

"Relax," he says through laughs, "I'm only kidding."

"Are you?!" You exclaim between laughing huffs, "Who even are you, I don't know this brazen man!"

Ari's laugh gets louder, smiling from ear to ear as he continues cooking, "You know I'm not shy, why are you surprised?"

"Uh, because we're in the kitchen?" You sass, sipping your coffee.

"You know that's never stopped me before," he retorts, cocking a brow and almost making you stutter again.

You quickly recover, putting down the coffee, "Stop that, Mr. Levinson. Someone might hear."

Ari shrugs, "Eh. They've been in the apartment the past two days, they already know."

You scoff and shake your head, chuckling before you reply, "You're the worst."

"Thanks baby."

You smile at him, rolling your eyes before you change the subject, "Hey, so, how long will you be staying? When do you need to go back home?"

"I need to go back when it fits," Ari replies, "I won't be gone long, just gotta grab some of my stuff."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh, you're uh.. You're coming back after?"

Ari turns to you, his brows furrowed, "Well, yeah, I thought I would. Why? Do you not want me to?"

"Sure, I'd love to spend the day with you," you smile, before you add, "It's just, I kinda have to study.. So I need to.. Focus, you know?"

Ari nods and hums, pouring the food onto a plate, "Okay, I get that. I have some work to do as well. We can be around each other while still working though, right? And then we'd have the evening together."

Ari brings the plate and two forks over, putting it down in front of you on the table before he takes a seat next to you.

You pick up your fork and take a bite, while Ari does the same.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," you reply, humming at the taste, "Like being together while doing other stuff."

"Exactly," Ari chuckles, his head dipping to place a kiss on your shoulder, "And this way, I still get to sneak a kiss or two from you in between. Much more fun than being at home."

You chuckle as well, leaning before you place a kiss on his lips, "Me too. Sounds perfect."

Ari went back to his place to get some things but he was gone for less than hour. You're sitting by the dining table, typing on your computer with the course book in front of you, taking notes, when Andrea lets him into your apartment.

"Back so soon?" She muses as he walks inside, "That didn't last long."

Ari smiles at her, shrugging his shoulders, "Had to get some stuff for tomorrow. Why, am I annoying to have around?"

Andrea chuckles and shakes her head, "No, not at all. You cook a nice meal, so I'm excited for later."

Ari quirks a brow at her, "Is that a hint that you want me to make you dinner to make up for being around all the time?"

"Yep," Andrea replies immediately, "It sure is. Buddy."

Ari nods slowly, "Okay, I can work with that." He glances around the hallway momentarily, "Is your boytoy still here?"

"No, he had to go do some football stuff," Andrea replies with a dismissive wave of her hand, "I don't really get into that, I can't remember what he said."

"Okay, well, let me just work for a little while and I promise to make you dinner, as repayment for allowing me to invade your space."

Andrea grins widely, "Great! I'll let Jessica know."

She walks off, and Ari heads toward your room, poking his head into the kitchen when he spots you at the dining table, "I'm back. I'll just drop my bag in your room and then I'll come work next to you."

You glance at him, your fingers stilling their typing for just a moment, "Okay, but no distracting me. I can't behind on my studying."

Ari snorts and nods, "Aye aye, Captain."

You and Ari worked opposite each other at the dining table, him grading papers and preparing next weeks lectures while you studied. It was nice, sitting in comfortable silence while you worked individually, and it was also nice to be able to look up from your computer once in a while to see his handsome face.

In the evening, he made dinner for you, Andrea and Jessica, and they were both beyond grateful, eagerly engaging him in conversation. It made you smile fondly to watch them talking while you took a backseat, it made your stomach flutter in excitement at how well they were getting along.

Jessica almost talked his ear off when she started telling Ari about this guy she met, the one on the football team, but Ari was so considerate and sweet, listening intently and offering up advice on how to handle boys.

All in all, the weekend was perfect, and it felt like it meant something. You weren't labeling anything, but something about how he acted around you and your friends, the things you did together, you had a feeling it wouldn't be long until you did.

Either way, you loved being around him, absorbing his aura, enveloping yourself in him. He was all-consuming, but in the good way, the kind of man you're willing to drown in but who'd never let you because he'd always make sure you never sacrificed anything important for him.

And it felt good. Amazing, actually. It made you wonder about the future, and what was going to happen once the semester ends.

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Ok Nat. You’ve shared their dick sizes (I’m visibly drooling) but now I need to know what their favorite kinks are, besides sharing reader of course. I have an idea in my mind, but I’d like to pick your brain, because I know how filthy you can be (and I love that)!

Oh shit, Bella!!! I’m gonna put this under a cut because it’s gonna get nasty. Also, all of their kinks line up to the different nicknames they have for you, like a little extra treat!

Lloyd - possession and marking: cum marking, biting, handprints, bruises, a pretty little collar with his name on it, a tattoo on your thigh, eventually knocking you up, it’s why he calls you pet

Ari - dumbification, giving you so many orgasms you can’t even keep your mouth closed because you’re your so fucking stupid, his nickname for you is dummy for a reason

Curtis - well, he pretty much just calls you cumrag or cumdump so surprise, the man loves degradation. We’re talking both physical and with his words, he is sooooooo mean

Ransom - always calls you their bitch, but whether it’s pretty bitch or stupid bitch depends on how annoyed you’ve managed to make him. So there’s a tie for him between pet play and spanking.

August - he loves how sad you get when he calls you a whore so his big one is dacryphylia but he also loves choking, either with his hand or his thick cock.

Nick - the only one who doesn’t have a nickname for you but will literally just call you “you” when he wants something, objectification and somnophilia, because he doesn’t give a single fuck about you except for his own needs.

Hal - kinda sweet but he does call you pretty girl, usually while he has your fucked out holes spread all the way open with his fingers so he can get a good shot of them. He’s the resident photographer so he loves taking dirty pics and videos, he’s such an exhibitionist.

Steve and Bucky - they call you doll, sometimes fuckdoll, but most of the time they’re very nice to you even when you want them to stop splitting you in half. Double penetration and begging

Ask me anything about All of that Ultraviolence

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A pillow humping princess

pairing: Ari Levinson x Bimbo!Reader

summary: Ari catches his sweet baby humping her own pillow, just how far is he willing to ruin her innocence? With him using her pillow right in front of her to teach her a lesson. (mean!Ari) (Dom!ari)(Reader is jealous over a pillow 💀)

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“w-what are ya doin’ Ari?” Y/n gasped watching as Ari humped his swollen reddened cock into her pink plushy pillow, his blue eyes staring right at her as he bit his lip, “fuckin my baby’s pillow, smells like you too, all sweet n’ fresh jus like your pussy” He grunted letting his hips roll against the fabric, I mean she did do the same thing just an hour ago. Her face immediately furrowing in jealousy at her own pillow

“Ya ready for our sleepover sweetpea?” Ari chuckled as he helped his friend? best friend? semi-girlfriend? into his truck. Sure they weren’t exactly official but they weren’t exactly nothing either, they had shared a few dirty kisses and touches here and there but nothing too major. “Yup, I even brought my own blanket this time! Blanket hogger” Y/n laughed letting Ari lift her into his high pickup truck, feeling his hands slap her ass lightly with a grunt, but this was normal to them.

Ari must have shifted his pants a hundred times on the drive home, surely she noticed what she was doing to him? Rubbing his thick thighs up and down with her smooth hands, laying glossy kisses on his cheek every time he cracked a joke and even touching his boner to compliment the new belt he had one. Thankfully it was only a 30 minute drive to his house out in the suburbs, his hand tightly clasped onto hers as he held her duffle bag in his hand, her hands carrying her own signature fluffy pillow. Ever since they graduated college a few years ago they had made it a tradition to sleepover at least once a week, the both of them basically being joined at the hip since senior year college.

Once inside Ari had excused himself for a well needed cold shower, leaving giddy ol’ Y/n with the master bedroom to herself, the pillow clenched in her hands already giving her filthy ideas. Deciding that her pussy was just too fucking tingly for no reason, she stripped herself of her clothes, perching herself on Ari’s bed with the pillow between her legs. Truthfully her brain was too clouded to even consider the consequences of her actions, she just needed to cum, and quick.

“mmmm” She squirmed slowly bouncing on her pillow, the smell of Ari’s natural scent and cologne filled her nostrils as she felt her pussy clench around nothing, she had it for him bad. Her own fingers started tweaking at her nipples, her clit brushing roughly against the patterned part of the pillow, the felt hitting all the right nerves at the right times. “Ooh A-ari mm” She whimpered out falling forward onto her elbows, her head smashed into his pillow, letting her hips bump against her pillow repeatedly; chasing her orgasm.

When all of a sudden she felt a warm calloused hand rub on her backside, before spreading her cheeks gently, a finger prodding at her backdoor. Y/n could only help but squeal, turning her head to see Ari smiling at her sweetly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her puckered swollen lips, “Come on baby, you’re nearly there, you can do it, finish for me” He whispered against her ear, kissing her cheek and without another word she just nodded. Even pulling his hand between her legs just so she could hump it, rocking her body against him, “A-ari i’m- shit- i’m going to cum” She whined hugging onto his whole arm as his hand stayed splayed out on her pussy for her pleasure.

She felt Ari’s hands return to his ass, his hand easing a finger right at her puckered hole, “You ever had anyone back here baby? in your little virgin fuckhole?” His body shuddering at the thought of another man using his woman.

“N-never, says it’s too tight” She whined wiggling her ass right at him, remembering all the times her exes had attempted but failed due to inexperience. It was silent for a few minutes when she felt something wet and thick pushing through her asshole, until she felt Ari kissing her ass, his moans vibrating through her body. “Holy shit you’re eating my fucking ass, i-it feels so good” His tongue darting in and out gently, stopping every so often to settle gentle kisses onto her ass cheeks until he finally felt her muscles start to tire out and spasm. His poor babygirl.

“Come all over your fluffy pink pillow and daddy’s hand, my pretty girl needs this so much” He cooed holding her head up to look at him, making complete eye contact with her as she squealed and ground herself against him with no resistance. Her soft centre now warm and swollen, her chest lifting with each deep breath she took. Leaning in he pressed a firm kiss on her wet lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he massaged it against hers, feeling her spittle start to drip onto both of their chins; his fingers scooping it back up and into her mouth only to lick it out again like a madman that hadn’t drank in years. The sounds of their wet filthy lips smacking filled the humid room, his hands settled on her waist while he slowly rocked her hips back and forth on her ruined wet pillow.

“Ari i-i’m so sorry-“

“S’okay baby, know she just needed to relax” He shushed her, letting his own towel fall from his waist to reveal his length standing proud and mighty, his heavy balls sporting the background. He simply lifted her up and escorted her to his bathroom, setting her on the counter as he ran her a nice warm bath. “She’s so pretty, you wanna cum more sweetheart? I can make that happen” He whispered letting his thumb toy with her engorged clit, her lips raining desperate little wet kisses all over his hairy cheeks and wet lips. “I wanna cum more, can feel it” she nodded opening her legs even more, letting him finger her right on the counter too, bringing her orgasm count to a sweet four within 10 minutes. “You’re so good petal, so sweet n’ soft” Lifting up a finger he tasted the juices coating it, humming at the taste of her sweet pussy.

Y/n’s head after that relaxing bath was anything short of working, her head dumbed out with the thought of Ari’s cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass and just anywhere he could put it. She left her hair up, only now realising she hadn’t brought a spare change of clothes into the toilet with her, whimpering at the thought of walking out naked; then again he had already seen her naked just a while ago and she was sure he’d be okay with it.

“But I wanted it!” She whined stomping her foot and crossing her arms over her tits which Ari couldn’t stop staring at, the hairs sticking to his forehead as he simply just stared at her while fucking her pillow. “Sit down over there baby, legs wide” Ari huffed slowing his movements, fisting his cock as he nodded towards the armchair beside his bed. Like a lovesick puppy she followed him obediently, each leg resting on the armrest, giving him full access to her second set of lips which were threatening to split open and reveal her juicy goodness.

“Spread them lips for me sweetness, I-I need to see your puffy little pussy, I can smell it from here” He groaned dragging his cock and balls over the pillow again, grunts and groans leaving him while Y/n hazily spread her pussy lips show off the slick wet flesh, Ari had been playing with only a little while ago. “Now squeeze those tits together, fuck yeah, just like that Y/n, fuckin’ tits to die for”

“Wish this pillow was your pussy don’t ya? Want my cock to knock you up real nice n’ good” Laughing crazily he beckoned her over with his finger, holding her down on her knees, the tip of his cock at her lips as he ran it over her face, her tongue peeking out to taste the saltiness of his skin. “Going to cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face and you’re going to love it aren’t you baby? My own little cockslut whore, i’ve ruined you for any other man haven’t a’”

With the tip of his cock he let his cum spill all over her lips and cheeks, completely degrading and owning her in a way a man never had before.

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PSA: I’m thinking of making a part 2 when he finally claims her as his? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️

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