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f10werfae · 9 months

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A Daddy’s girl

pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x Milf!Reader

summary: Dad!Ari and Milf!Reader give their babygirl her well needed bath and reward themselves with a bit of soft kissy sex (soft!dom!ari) (slight somnophilia/cockwarming)

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“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.

“awh hey babygirl, ya love bein’ with your momma don’t ya pretty girl” Ari cooed letting his hand run over his baby girl’s head, her cute little face grinning under the water as his wife gently poured water over her. At 2 months old she was the cutest tiny thing, Ari and Y/n were absolutely smitten with the life they had created, “Babe, babe look she’s doin’ that same face you do” Y/n giggled watching while her babygirl squirmed and formed that famous Levinson grump on her face.

Grabbing their camera from the bathroom counter Ari quickly snapped a shot of his best girls in the bathtub, his wife and babygirl so clearly full of love for each other, even though he was sure their babygirl was more likely milk drunk having just been breastfed by her momma, his perfect wife. “You’re so beautiful ya know that?” Leaning over the tub he let his forehead lean against Y/n’s his lips meeting hers briefly before their babygirl starting cooing again clearly not liking the fact she wasn’t the centre of attention.

“Hm it’s okay pretty you’re still momma’s number one angel, daddy’s just a stinky man” Y/n joked cuddling a now towel covered baby into her chest. “Stinky huh? Well if I remember right i’m not the one that’s shit herself twice today” Ari said giving his little girl the stink eye, her tiny fists already reaching out for him with her mouth opening for a little yawn to make its way out. Kissing her husband’s neck sloppily, Y/n got out of the bathtub after her daughter leaving Ari to dry and dress their babygirl.

“Youre so pretty ya know that? Yes you do” Setting her onto the changing table Ari quickly put on her diaper, “I know pretty its so cold out here isn’t it? Dada’s nearly done baby” He reassured her, watching as she reacted to the cold lotion on her skin, clearly wanting some warmth from her daddy. Choosing a soft blue onesies accompanied by her sleep snuggie, he got her all wrapped up and in his arm within minutes, her sweet soft baby scent filling his nostrils as he cupped her head against his broad shoulder.

Mini Levinson lifted her head up slightly giving her daddy the biggest set of puppy eyes before her head become too heavy and she had to set it back down; effectively pulling at his heartstrings once again. “You got those eyes from your momma, both of you got daddy under your spell, you’re daddy’s perfect lil angel, all mommy’s and mine’s” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, softly padding into their bedroom he spotted his wife changed and only wearing one of his oversized tanks.

“There’s my girl” Y/n cooed brushing out her hair, instantly putting the hairbrush down to rush over and pepper her mini me in kisses, the tiny tot soon finding comfort in the binky Y/n put in her mouth. The tiny suckling sounds filling the room as her eyes slowly shut, her fists grabbing tightly onto her daddy’s shirt.

“She loves her dada” Y/n whispered tucking her in tighter into her snuggie, “Hell yeah she does, she’s my babygirl” Ari whispered, “Wait for me in bed momma, i’ll put our little precious down for the night alright? You’ve done enough for us today” Without another word Ari found himself in the room next door, a pastel purple room filled with all the toys, books and necessities for their growing girl. Her bassinet sat right in the corner with no pillows or blankets, for safety reasons, but her cute little night light sat down by the floor giving her some comfort.

“See ya in the mornin’ sweetpea, daddy’s gonna miss ya tonight” Gently setting the half asleep Levinson into her bassinet, he patted her bottom and back for a few minutes to lull her into a deep sleep, until he finally found it okay to step out. Turning on the white noise machine he tiptoed back to their bedroom, breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw his wife just cuddled up waiting for him on his side of the bed.

“Hey hotstuff don’t you look delicious” Ari chuckled crawling over to her, plopping himself right on top of her, his weight pinning her down in a comforting way. “You’re so funny, daddy” Y/n teased kissing his pink plump lips, letting her tongue mingle with his for a short wet kiss before he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck; his arms wrapping around her soft belly bringing her close against his chest. “momma ya know what that name does ta me, makes me wanna make you big n’ full of me again” He growled slowly grinding his hardening cock against her bare ass..

“I-i’m tired Ari baby, our baby boo had me running in circles today” She whined feeling her body start to calm, although a part of her felt the wetness start to pool around her thighs. “I know she did, our little girl tired herself out, was sleepin’ by the time I got her into the crib” He chuckled just softly humping their bodies together, her quiet whines and whimpers causing him to smile and kiss her out of pride.

“Need you inside honey, wanna feel you closer” Pulling Ari’s hand up inside her vest, she let it rest on her wet milky breasts, before using her hands to pull out his pre-cum leaking cock from inside his sweatpants. “feel the heat radiating from your pussy? all the love she has to give daddy” Both of them let out strained gasps once he slid in easily, knowing they hadn’t felt this close in weeks since their babygirl had most of their devoted attention. “I love you so much beautiful”

“I-I love you too Ari- fuck” Crying out her legs started to shake once Ari’s hand had snuck around and started to toy with her precious little button, her swollen clit begging to be played with as it stood proud out of her thick lips. “Don’t touch there d-“ Ari’s fingers slowly and carefully traced over the stretch marks which now littered her stomach and thighs, something he knew had thrown her off.

“They mean a lot to me so let me love them as if they're mine and not yours." He whispered back, feeling her pussy clench around his cock every few seconds, signifying that she was nearing her finish. To stimulate her even further his thick fingers found her wet hard nipples, tugging at them to squirt more milk out onto the vest which now clung to her like a swimsuit; no doubt their bedsheets were now soaked.

“M’gonna cum babe, so bad” Y/n whimpered reaching back to cling onto the hair at the back of Ari’s neck, her voice muffled as Ari stuck his milk soaked fingers into her mouth before putting it into his, “Milk tastes so good momma” Their bodies rocked and humped without abandon, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, the cool air conditioning preventing them from becoming stuffy. It only took a few more seconds before the band in her stomach snapped and she creamed all over his cock, him in turn filling her to the brim, a cream mixture collecting at the base of his cock.

“You want me to pull out baby? or plug you up with my cock and keep you full”

“Stay, I want you to stay in me daddy” She shuddered trying to shuffle back, trying to stuff more of him inside her, keeping her warm and stuffed just like she wanted. Eventually the both of them fell asleep, with him slowly fucking her throughout the night, even finding himself being fucked awake when she rode him at the first sign of daylight just before their parental duties came into full swing. God how he loved his woman.

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neonovember · 11 months

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Could you do an Ari Levinson x teen!daughter!reader after she has a hard day?

this is my first time writing a daughter!reader insert so please if you have any tips do share cause it was tricky at times, this was fun to write nevertheless! I feel like Ari and Steve would be the best people to talk to after a hard day, (it also help that they have huge chests you can cry into).

seriously tho, fuck group projects

Burgers and Milkshakes

pairing: dad!Ari Levinson x teen!daughter!reader

warnings; anxiety, panic attacks, self deprecation, group projects

summary: life is hard, especially when sometimes the thoughts become too much. But your father is nowhere but where you need him, and he’s got a hell of a lot of patience.

The cracked concrete under your converses crunch as you stomp down the edged path, the summer afternoon rays have just set in, beating down at you incessantly. You can feel the sweat drip down your neck, cascading down your back, before absorbing into your dampening shirt. You itch with the need for a shower, cringing at the sweat pooling near the nape of your neck, you almost scream when you have to blow your hair out of your face for the 100th time.

Your backpack presses painfully into your shoulders, weighed down by the thick binders of books you had shoved from your locker the second the bell rang. It wouldn't normally be a problem, especially since your house was only a short walk away, but God had found it amusing to throw a wrench in that, and instead, your usual short cut had been taken over my fluorescent vests and the smell of sweating workmen rebuilding what you had thought was a perfectly well built gravel road.

It had been years since you had last taken this route, and in your haste to get home, you had forgotten how scenic it was. The spiny concrete path was enraptured with nature, with low willow trees bending over so close you had to duck from its emerald leaves, and a river stream that broke the sunlight across it like diamonds. Your fingers itched to grab your notebook and draw a quick sketch, but you didn't doubt something would bite you if you tried reaching into the black hole that was your backpack.

Summer break was just around the corner, creeping in to the point where you could practically taste the salt air of golden beaches and feel the sticky mess of dripping red ice pops. Most importantly, you couldn't wait until you were dragging Ari to one of the hundred museum’s your town had to offer. Your classmates had reiterated the same desires, some telling you about the trips they would take abroad, and through the country, Ryan, a short but loud kid in your class, had even said his dad had gotten his family an RV to sail across the states.

You would've liked that, you think, travelling through the country with a beat up RV, collecting trinkets and cheap souvenirs from each city and town you drove to despite your fathers protests. Ari maybe even finally teaching you how to drive, finding an empty country road where it was so far from civilization your father would be sure you wouldn't accidentally kill some pedestrian.

Either which way your summer break would go, you couldn't wait before emptying your locking and leaving those faded blue entrance doors to your school. It wasn't that you hated school, in fact you didn't mind it, especially when the tight knit group of friends you had made it that much more tolerable, but it seems like more and more things were happening that was just piling onto, and you feared you were one thread away from imploding.

And the reminder of what had occurred today turns your mouth sour, and the relief the scenic trail had given you is now overrun by an immense feeling of anger and frustration. Your shoulder still aches from your backpack, and the never ending sweat continues to drip down your back, and it all just feels too much.

You had this fear, this incredibly foolish fear that you were unknowingly despised. It had taken over your entire life one summer, shackling you to the confines of your room despite your friends begging for you to come out, you just felt it, like the blood in your veins, that you were just, unlikable.

And most days your friends would snap you from that never ending spiral, reminding you of how loved and adored you were, your own father, despite being the biggest burly man you knew, wouldn’t think twice before sitting you down and letting you cry your heart out to him, before taking you out to your favourite diner in town.

“Nothing cures tears like a burger and milkshake”

At Least it was better than having him storm into school and beat up the first person who looked at you wrong, yeah much better.

But recently, it felt like you could feel yourself slipping into that self-deprecating puddle, and there was no way to stop it, left to just watch yourself sink, sink, sink like quicksand until you were drowning. You feared today had been the day that broke the camel's back, and it began to hit you, as you were left to be consumed with your thoughts walking home, how much it had affected you.

You were so distracted with your thoughts, you hadn't realised you had trekked through most of the trail, seeing the familiar sight of your neighbourhood just around the bend. It was the afternoon rush, and the street was alive with sedans and vans packed with kids, some smushing their faces against the window, the bickering sound of siblings fighting over food and the familiar sound of cartoons coming from Ipads.

You would have appreciated the sight of the world alive if you weren’t drowning in the anxious thoughts that circled you like a shark, waiting to pounce. Jaywalking across the road, and avoiding the judgy look from the lollipop man, you finally make it to your street, and yet your relief is short lived when you nearly fall due to an obstruction on the road. You catch yourself just in time, stumble a little before realising you've nearly tripped over your neighbour's dog. The golden haired boy looks at you curiously, unfazed and not moving from his rested position on the sidewalk. The poor boy was exhausted from the afternoon sun, flapping his ears as you scratch under them.

“You better be careful next time Sunny” Calls your neighbour, waving at you from her seated position on the coach that was pushed onto the decked veranda. A embroided fan is gripped in her hand, and a glass of something orange rattles with ice cubes in her other. She waves you over, and you jog across her yard, running a hand through the sprinkler she had going.

“Bruno’s been sittin’ there for hours, don’t know what's gotten into him, ‘specially with this heat and all” Your neighbour says, passing you a glass of what you now recognise to be cordial. The artificial sweetness tastes like heaven on your tongue, and you can’t help but gulp it down in 3 sips before wiping a hand across your mouth.

Your neighbour smiles at you, her curious gaze penetrating you like you were translucent.

“You alright there Sunny?” She asks, and you have to peel your mind away from the cesspool of your thoughts to form a coherent response.

“I think it's just the heat, I’ve been feeling out of it all day” You reply, your neighbour nodding along to you, before the clank of metal resounds from your backyard.

“That’s your dad, I think he's been trying to fix that car in the back, he's worse than Bruno that one, won’t even stop for a drink” Your neighbour teases, and at the mention of your father you quickly bid her goodbye before wasting no time to run up the front porch stairs stuffing your key into the door. The cool air of your hallway almost makes you cry.

You pass by the hooked photos of you and dad, before dumping your heavy backpack onto the couch, craning your neck for any sign of your father but of course he isn't anywhere you can see.

“Dad” You yell, walking towards the kitchen, hoping he hears you through the fly screen of the backyard.

“Dad” You yell again, irritated at his silence, you open the fridge door, resting your head on the shelf as the cool air calms the rising anger and sweat. Your neighbour's generous drink had satiated you for the length it took to walk from her house to your own, not goddamn long.

You peer at the fridge, only to find the shelves bare and the sides where a usual jug of ice water would be, empty. You slam the fridge door so hard, the cabinets rattle from your abuse.

You notice the jug on the countertop that you had filled with water in the morning, now warm and gross from the afternoon heat. Your father had completely forgotten your request to put it in the fridge earlier before you had left for school. A simple, straight forward request that would take no longer than 5 minutes.

You storm through the kitchen, sliding the fly screen door open to see your father under a pick up truck that had been sitting in your backyard for months. Your father seemed to love taking on impossible projects rather than completing simple tasks you had specifically asked him to.

You storm towards him, noticing the faded red beat up radio spurting out Marvin Gaye. Of course he couldn't hear you, you could barely think against the loud tunes coming from the speaker.

You turn the speaker off with your foot, screaming rather purposefully

“DAD!!”

Your father shrieks, a loud clunk coming from under the truck before a groan follows. Something like a muffled curse leaves your father's mouth before he rolls himself out from under the truck.

“Jesus, honey, I almost broke my nose under there” Your father groans out, dusting his hands across his jeans before leaning back onto this palms.

There's motor oil and grease splattered across his worn shirt, a bandana is wrapped like a headband across his forehead, pushing out the loose strands of curls sticking to his face. His hands have it the worst, charcoal black, the consistency of tar wedged between his fingers and under his fingernails.

“Pass me a rag will you?” He nods towards a dirty chequered handkerchief, wiping his brow with a hand as the sun beats down on the both of you.

You stare at him baffled, did he not see the gigantic jug of warm water you had in your hand?

“You alright there hun? Some aliens did not abduct my daughter and bring in a clone?” You father jokes, chuckling at his own joke before stopping abruptly at your still silence.

“Shit, for real? Bring me my daughter back!-” Your father replies, getting up from his knelt position.

“Dad” You reply monotone

“-All honesty your kind should be pretty scared, that girl has a mean right hook, so if you even dare try any-” Your father continues rambling

“Dad! God! Can you look at me?” You shout, and your father looks taken back, you never shouted, not really, not unless you were on a rollercoaster or because you were mad. And your backyard sure wasn't Six Flags.

“I left this Jug of water on the countertop, and I told you to put it in the fridge because someone in this house actually listens to the weekly forecast. And I was right, today was the hottest day since, since, like 50 years! And- and you- I told you and you know what you said? You said okay, you told me you weren't a 5 year old and would know that a jug of water on the kitchen counter had to be put in the fridge”

Your father shifts his gaze to the jug of water in your hand, noticing how your arm shakes a little, the knuckles in your hand protruding out as you hold tight, too tight.

“I come home expecting a nice cold drink of water, and I see it, still there, not moved one inch from where I put it!” You shout, frustrated, you want to throw the jug across the yard, watch the glass shatter and water spill into the concrete, turning it dark before the sun brightens it again.

“Sun? Hey, I’m sorry. That was my fault, I should've put it in the second you asked me to, I just got wrapped up in this,” You father nods his head to the pickup truck propped up by bricks, “But that was more important, whatever you tell me is more important okay?” Your father replies, and you nod in agreement

“Yes, that's right” You reply, and your father moves closer to you

“Can I take the jug from you? I’ll just place it right here okay?” Your father replies, and you nod as he takes the jug from you and places it to the side, you don't notice it, but your hands still shake and Ari clasps them in his own, smiling down at you as he holds them to his chest.

“You’re shaking honey” Your father replies

You stare down at your vibrating hands, shaking them as if that would tear away all the anxiety that feels like it's begun to stick to your skin. It’s a different kind of heat that fills you, your chest aches like air is being passed through a wall, every shallow breath leaves you panting for oxygen and you reach out to Ari in panic distress.

“Sun? Sunny? Baby can you hear me? I got you alright? Oh honey” Ari strains, engulfing you into his chest, before picking you up bridal style

“I’m just gonna take you inside okay? Away from all this heat, you don't have to do anything, just hold onto me okay?”

You can't bring yourself to form a coherent response, pushing your face into his shoulder to stop the tears from streaming down. It was all too much, the thoughts, the fears, the black hole that always seemed to pull you down into it, like it was a shadow following you everywhere, waiting and waiting until it could sink its claws knuckles deep.

The motion of Ari taking you back inside feels numb, like you're wading through a current. It's all around you now, your mind, it's slipping between the cracks like sand through fingers.

You find your back against the living room couch, a glass of water on the coffee table and that sight makes you sink, it makes you break because it's cold to the touch and you've ruined it all.

“Sunny? You gotta breathe for me, can you do that? In, out, in out, you know this, it's muscle memory. I know it seems impossible, but your body knows what to do, just let it, let go”

You don't notice your shallow hiccuped breathing until you take control of it, forcing your lungs to swallow air, breathing it in through the stomach like your father had taught you. It takes time, but Ari is patient, holding you as you breathe in and out, he would do it forever if he wanted to, he would be buried holding his baby girl if he needed to.

“You wanna tell me what's been going on?” Your father replies after he feels the rhythmic beat of your chest return to the pace he's memorised.

“I- I don't know, it's that feeling Dad, I- I can't help but feel so shitty about myself. And I- I don't know if its school or or” You ramble, and your Ari just listens, listens to you unleash all the bottled feelings you had kept hanging onto your shoulders.

“Anything happen at school?” Ari replies

You shrug, wiping away tears that had streamed down your cheeks

“Group project” You reply, and Ari nods, rubbing a hand down soothingly up and down your back.

“Someone giving you a hard time?” Ari replies “I swear to god if-”

“No, no no. Nothing like that, just someone being condescending and equally unhelpful. I asked her multiple times, this- this girl part of the group to contribute and you know what she does instead? Take my name off the goddamn paper” You gruff

“What? Are you kidding? Does your teacher know? Do you want me to call her?”

“No its fine, I handled it, but it was just frustrating, felt like she hated me for absolutely no reason, and no one in the group even cared, it was like, it was like they silently agreed to everything she said.

“You can’t control how others view you, trust me on this, people are going to think what you think, and no amount of changing or convincing will shift their own perception of you. But hey” Your father holds your face in his large palms, rubbing away the tears with his thumb

“That's all it is, a perception. They don't know you, they're outsiders looking in, and there are plenty of people who have known you your whole life that still won't understand you. And that's okay, you're the only one who has to live inside your head so fuck em’, this is your life baby girl, and you are the most talented, intelligent and most wonderful person I will ever now. Ever.”

You can’t hide your smile, and your fathers eyes light up at the change in your face. You reach for him and move to hug his neck, with your eyes squeezed shut, you don't doubt that your anxiety will always be a part of your life, your own little roommate, but you don't doubt that your father will be there too, taking up most of the coach, and filling your life until he was apart of you too.

“Fuck group projects, they still make you do that?” Ari replies after a beat

“Fuck group projects” You giggle, whilst nodding.

The silence of the living room is interrupted by a loud gurgling coming from your stomach, and your father chuckles and it tells you enough of what hes going to say next.

Burgers and milkshakes

“And if you had looked closer I bought a 10 pack of water, it’s sitting there in the back shelves. Know it's hard to see cause of all the other shit so I don't blame you-”

You shift from your position on the diner coach.

“What? You- you should've told me dad, I got mad at you for nothing” You reply, now feeling the guilt flood through you, you had a hard time regulating your feelings, and sometimes your father is on the receiving end of it.

Your father shakes you off, leaning back onto the booth couches

“No, no no, stop with that, you were right, you had asked me and I forgot, and it might of been small but you had a lot going on and I couldn't see that, that's my fault, I’m your father, I’m meant to notice these things, it's my job” Your Father replies, sighing

“For the record, your a pretty good dad despite that brain of yours” You reply, smiling

“What, you're saying there's something wrong with my noggin? The same one that gave you all your smarts huh?” Your father teases, pointing a fry at you

“Um..I’m pretty sure I got that from Mom so” You giggle,

Something flashes across your fathers eyes, like a bittersweet nostalgia that glazes over his blues, and he nods at your reply

“Yeah, yeah you did” Your father smiles, and you bite your lip at the mention of your Mom, savouring the moment of the silent exchange of the memories of her between you and your father, a silent longing that never fully goes away even years after.

“So you think we should get you tested?” You reply after a moment

“Hhm” Your father coughs out, blinking back his eyes as he shifts them from staring blankly out the diner window.

“You know just in case of an early onset of dementia” You reply

“I heard their handing out free lobotomies from Levinson's backyard, you gotta get under a pick up truck and get your daughter real angry so that when she screams your name you bang your head real hard under there” You continue laughing

Your father shakes his head “You’ve been keeping that one in huh?, Just know the feds will be coming after you” Your father replies

“What do you mean? '' You ask confused, and that confusion doubles as your father grins at your reply, like there was something he was hiding from you.

“I was fixing that pick up truck so I could teach you during the break, and then it's yours, if you well, pass which is highly unlikely since you don't know one thing about motor vehicles-” Your father replies, before he gets cut off by you squeal, you scramble from across the booth and wrap your arms tight around Ari, stuffing your face into his neck as he grips you tight with his arms.

“You’ve just been promoted from pretty good to amazing” You sniffle, and your father chuckles, rubbing his hand across your back.

“Don't get too excited it ain't finished yet, still gotta fix the motor, and that goddamn sluggish accelerator” Your father groans

“The oil router to the engine, yeah yeah, I’m already a genius at this” You reply and you grin as the sound of your father laugh spreads through him, like a syrup of joy that seems into you, in a way that overshadows all the anxieties and thoughts and fears that had taken homage in your head.

Burgers and Millshakes really did solve everything, especially ones where the cook listens to 70’s pop out of the same beat up stereo your friend had sold for a pack of Marlboros

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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Plants & Tantrums

Pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x toddler

Summary: Ari tries to pick out a Mother’s Day gift, but his child has decided to make it extra hard for him.

Word count: 907

Warnings: angst, fluff, upset toddler

A/N: Even though I’m in a sappy mood, my blog is still an 18+ blog. Do not interact with it if you are a minor. A little Mother’s Day drabble that got inspired by the relentless toddler in the shop yesterday. I don’t do baby/toddler speech in my writing. Big thank you to @wakingbeauty and @dreamlessinparis for keeping up with me and my endless rambles about Ari.

This is not beta-read, all mistakes are my own.

It had started as a fun trip, Ari having buckled in his baby girl. She happily sang along to ‘I Had a Little Turtle’. Her red rain boot covered feet bounced along to the beat of the song as her little chubby hands acted out the dance she had learned from a family member.

Ari smiled as he glanced in the rearview mirror. His mini-me with a hint of her mother's charm sprinkled into her little frame. Parking in front of the garden centre. He unbuckled the toddler placing her on his hip. His arm held her firmly against him.

“Let’s go get mummy a nice gift. Nola, are you going to help me?” The little girl confirmed by nodding her head a little and giving him a wide grin.

He grabbed the sippy cup from the cup holder and walked toward the entrance. The heat from the greenhouse dome welcomed them and immediately warmed up their skin.

“Pretty flowers.” The small girl seemed to be in awe of the colourful plants filling the space. Ari placed her on the ground, following the toddler’s steps as she went.

Ari slowed down as a few items caught his eye. His focus shifted away from the roaming toddler. Picking up a few plants as he went, eyeing the green item for a closer inspection.

He wondered if his significant other would enjoy this one or if there would be another one she would love more. The bucket with pink assorted flowers looked beautiful as well. Or would she prefer some fruit trees and vegetable plants for the produce garden she had set her mind on?

A loud tin sounded crash was heard and he immediately was brought back to his conscious mind. Eyes darting from left to right trying to find Nola.

“Nola?” He repeated a few times as he searched the centre. Heart pounding as he couldn’t find her. He would not be forgiven if he lost her while gift shopping.

Relief washed over him as Nola finally came in sight. Happily sitting amongst the tin frogs. Some had fallen, but it hadn’t seemed to interrupt her play. The bright green colour of the frog was almost blinding, but it only had attracted the toddler toward the welded garden object.

His baby bunny was the best little thing that had ever happened to him. With a smile, he approached the toddler. Cleaning up the fallen items and ignoring the scoffs and huffs from other customers.

“Daddy? Frog?”

“Yes sweetheart, a frog, now let us get everything cleaned up. Then you’re going to help me pick out a plant for mummy okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, helping the best she could placing the item back with the other. “Bye froggy.”

Ari’s patience ran thin when Nola started acting up. Though it was his fault that he couldn’t make up his mind. A rushed decision was made, with a vegetable plant and a small fruit tree in tow he urged the toddler towards the exit.

“Daddy, I want water.” The demand had been clear.

“Let’s go pay, then I can give you the cup,” Ari answered, not being able to reach for the cup hanging from his back pocket. Nola wouldn’t be able to reach for the cup even if she tried her best.

Waterworks started as Ari kept walking. The sobbing child stomped after him and suddenly screeched loudly clawing at his jeans. Fisting the material with her little hands.

Balancing out the two buckets of greens in one arm. He tried to lift Nola by her arm. She didn’t seem to enjoy the action and weighted herself down. Impressively strong for her age as she fought his grip.

The tears seemed to keep falling as Ari let go of her arm. Nola dramatically threw herself to the floor and rolled around. Ari sighed heavily placing the buckets on the floor and picking up Nola.

Heaved sobs coming from her chest as he grabbed her hot pink miracle cup that hang off his jeans. She grabbed the handle and threw it across the room.

“That’s it,” Ari spoke, setting Nola back down. Loud whales erupted once again as Ari walked away from her to get her cup.

With some quick effort, he set the chosen garden items on the counter. He turned to get Nola only to find her missing again. Her upset cries gave away her exact location. Making him rush through the aisles of the store.

With every passing minute, he applauded his partner more and more for keeping up with these tantrums. He took a deep breath to calm his irritated nerves, rounding the corner to find Nola hugging the welded frog-shaped garden statue. The yellow raincoat and red rain boots matched hers.

The small chatter of Nola warmed his heart. Appreciative of being gifted a child, a girl, from his favourite girl. Both had him wrapped around his finger.

“You want to have that frog don’t you?” He sighed, crossing his arms. He wouldn’t be able to say no to his baby bunny. Not when she was this upset with her tear-stained cheeks. The teary child looked at him hugging the frog even tighter to her chest. “Fine, let’s go get it and go back to surprise mummy!” He picked her up once more. Drying her cheeks with the leftover tears and kissed her head.

Shopping for Mother’s Day certainly had been an interesting one this year.

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Single dad!Ari Levinson getting called to the school because his kid is having a rough day and the only thing the new teacher can think of is to call Ari. When he gets there and instantly begins to start comforting his kid, the new teacher can't help but swoon a little bit.

Aww that's so cute!!! I love dad!Ari 🥹

"Hey I'm here for Layla, is everything okay?" You heard coming from the door of your classroom and looked up to see Ari Levinson, Layla's dad.

"Yeah she's okay, just has been having a hard time today." You watch as Layla runs up to her dad and he immediately picks her up and starts soothingly bouncing her, his hand rubbing her back.

"Oh, yeah I'm sorry. She has these nightmares, they've been bad lately. It's okay bubba, daddy's got you." He whispers as he continues to bounce and rock the kindergartener, her little head tucked into his neck as she clings to him.

You can practically feel your eyes turn into hearts as you watch the encounter. Not all of the parents you met were good and kind, so it was nice to see such a caring interaction.

It didn't hurt he was so hot too.

"Do you wanna sit with her? The class just went to the music room, so you have plenty of time."

Ari nods and takes Layla to your rocking chair you use for storytime, and sits with her as he continues to soothe her.

She soon falls asleep in his arms as he stands up with a smile.

"Thank you for calling me. I think I'm gonna keep her home tomorrow for a long weekend, hopefully by Monday she'll be feeling better."

"Yeah of course, anything for her. The kids are what matters most."

And now it was Ari's heart's turn to warm up and pitter-patter. Layla's teacher sure was someone special.

ajsjdhfbf I love him sm 😭

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runa-falls · 2 years

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being (a) patient

summary: after his daughter's check up, it's ari's turn

pairing: dilf!ari x pediatrician!reader

rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)

warnings: SMUT, doctor-patient roleplay :3, minor choking, ball fondling ???, cumplay, handjob, PIV sex, creampie, inaccurate medical things, "professional"!reader, cute dad!ari, dilf!ari, obedient!ari, naked!ari, bad dad jokes, not proof read--sorry

word count: 4k

A/N: "but once, you have a bunch of pt. 2's to finis-" SHHHHHHHHHHHH

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“God dammit,” he mutters, fingers running through his hair in irritation. The clinic's company pen rapidly taps against the clipboard as he tries to recall his mother-in-law's number, needing to fill out his daughter’s emergency contact before he could continue.

He has been struggling to fill out this stack of forms for at least half an hour. They were dumped into his arms, along with the pen, as soon as he arrived, not a single word of explanation. He grimaces, convinced his ex-wife has made it her job to make his life harder.

Ari had just moved to this city, no more than three weeks ago, following after his daughter and ex-wife to stay close to them. A new town means a new school, a new house, and a new doctor. So here he is, registering his daughter for the new clinic, vomiting information that he’s sure they won’t even need.

His family is already in the doctor's room, called to the back 15 minutes ago to start the check-up, leaving him to scribble on his homework. It takes him another 10 minutes to get through the last two pages before he can just sign it and be done.

After he cheerfully drops the clipboard of papers on the front desk, feeling like he just completed the SATs. He was directed to the “lion room” in the very back of the hallway.

When he opens the door, his daughter immediately smiles at his arrival, swinging her legs back and forth as she sits on the bench. She must be waiting for the doctor to return. On the other hand, her mother doesn’t even look up, eyes locked on her phone as she scrolls through Twitter, pretending like he doesn’t exist.

He decides against taking the seat next to his ex, preferring to stand next to his little girl instead. She’s a ball of energy this afternoon, perpetually talking about everything and nothing all at once. Ari leans against the bench, asking her simple questions to pass the time.

“Did the doctor take your temperature?” Her pigtails sway as she nods thoughtfully, recalling the doctor’s verdict with precise detail.

“...and she said that I’m as warm as a hug!” Ari preens at her little lisp. She’s still getting used to losing both of her front teeth earlier this year. He sends her squinted eyes, teasingly pretending like he doubts her memory.

“Hm. I don’t believe that…”

“It’s true!” Ari holds back a smile, the lisp becoming more pronounced as she gets worked up. She holds up her pinkie with a humorously-serious face. “Promi-th.”

“Well,” His fingers brush through his beard as he looks up, pretending to consider her pinkie promise. His eyebrows furrowing in faux-thought. “I think I need some proof, bubs. Maybe you can show me?”

She thinks for a second, letting the request stew a little.

“‘kay.” Her little arms open wide, showing off her green Ariel t-shirt as she invites him in for a bear hug. Ari leans down to squeeze her close, his heart warming at the feeling of his baby in his arms. She giggles as he almost lifts her off the seat. He’s convinced he could never get enough hugs from his little girl,

“Oh wow, I-You know what, she might be right!” She snickers at his exasperated reaction, knowing he’s just messing with her.

“See? I told you.” The door behind him opens up, indicating the return of the doctor.

“You must be Mr. Levinson,” Ari swiftly turns to greet the gentle voice, but when his eyes land on you, a breath catches in his throat before he can say anything. Your eyes widen just a fraction, not expecting the father to be this good-looking. “It’s nice to meet you.” You smile politely, offering him a hand.

He wordlessly reaches out to shake it, still starstruck by the woman in front of him.

He clears his throat, nodding dumbly, barely understanding what you said. “You too.” Despite the electricity you felt from his touch, you slip your hand from his, promptly reminding yourself to remain professional.

Her mother is still on her phone, as unengaged as the moment you left, only paying attention when she’s addressed directly. You let out a sigh at the sight before placing your focus back on your little patient.

Pulling out a small tub of salve from your coat pocket, you offer it to the little girl, speaking to her as if she were an adult, “Put this on your rash every day after a shower or before you go to bed, ok? It should be gone within a few weeks. If not, have one of your parents call in for another appointment.”

She nods with a determined look, taking the cream with both hands. You glance over at her father, making sure he caught that. He sends you the same nod with the same expression. It’s adorable, the resemblance is uncanny.

“Other than that, you should be proud. You’re a healthy growing girl.” You pluck a star-shaped sticker from your other coat pocket, grinning as her eyes widen in excitement. “This,” You hold up the golden “good job” sticker, “is for you.” She blindly pushes the jar into her dad’s chest, hungrily focused on the reflective sticker.

“What do you say, sweetie?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Doctor!”

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The antiseptic scent of the clinic pinches at Ari’s nose as he waits at the front desk to pay for his daughter’s check-up. He leans against the lip of the desk, tapping his fingers across the surface as he waits for one of the assistants to calculate the total.

“$500 for the new patient costs plus $40 for the medicine.” He shoves his hand to the back pocket of his jeans and grabs his wallet, plucking out his card and sliding it over to the lady. As he waits for the woman to charge him, his eyes wander around the empty pale-blue waiting room.

He notices you enter the room, taking note of how you are no longer in your white coat. Instead, you are wearing a nice dress shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. Despite the professional nature of your clothes, they fit you in all the right areas, perfectly molding to your curves. Ari’s thoughts wander as he shamelessly admires you from afar, unaware that you’re walking directly to him.

“Still here?” You tease, knowing how long post-appointment procedures can be–especially for newcomers. Based on his impatient positioning against the desk, he’s been waiting a while. You let your eyes roam, admiring how his shirt struggles against his broad shoulders and impressively muscled arms.

“Uh, yeah,” He shakes himself out of his thoughts, “the girls ditched me. I don’t know what it is…it’s like they’re only using me for my money.” He jokes, stupidly proud of himself when it earns himself a light chuckle from your chest. He’s still got it.

“...alright, sir, here’s your card,” he gives you a “hold that thought” before turning around to face the office assistant. “Just sign here and you’ll be free to go.” She places a paper copy of the bill and a pen in front of him. Ari hastily places his card back into his wallet before sloppily signing the paper, eager to get back to his interaction with you.

You give him an understanding smile when he returns to look at you. The two of you are left alone as the older woman takes the file into another room, uninterested in the conversation in front of her.

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

You slowly take a step closer to him, “I have to admit, they are lucky girls, having you to provide for them.” You boldly reach out, nudging his arm with your hand. You can feel how his muscles ripple as you run your fingers over the length of it. He stays silent, but you can see how his shoulders move as he breathes deeply. “But you need someone to take care of you too, don’t you?” Your face remains as professional as ever, acting like you're asking him a simple question.

You innocently tilt your head, savoring the way his eyes widen as he lets out a surprised cough at your blunt question. He takes a second to calm down, silently giving himself a pep talk to restore his nonchalant, charming persona.

Suddenly, he has an idea.

Ari fabricates another cough, repurposing his borderline embarrassing reaction as a tool for his next move. “Actually, I haven’t been feeling well, Doctor.” Another cough, “I think I might need a check-up.” He took a glance at your face, hoping you were picking up on his intentions.

“Oh?” A warm hand is placed on his forehead, flipping over as you feel for his temperature. He’s impressed by the convincing sympathy that fills your eyes as you watch him fake a softer cough. “If you’d like,” You look down at your watch, pretending to calculate how much time you have, “I can bring you to the back right now?”

He sends you a playful smile before settling back into his role by responding in a raspy voice, “That would be great, Doc.”

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“Alright, take a seat.” You gesture to the small bench lined with colorful animal-print paper. “I’ll be back in a second, just have to grab a few things.” He follows your directions, noisily crinkling the paper under him as he settles on the edge of the bench.

You return in your full doctor-get up, a white coat complete with a stethoscope around your neck and blue latex gloves. You look adorably professional for the fake exam you’re about to perform. You hold a clipboard in one hand and a cute bumble bee pen in the other.

“So what seems to be the problem?�� You glance up at him, pen hovering over a blank sheet of paper like you’re ready to take some notes.

“I don’t know. I-I feel like something’s wrong, but I don’t know how to explain it.” He feigns a pout, holding a hand to his lower stomach before drifting it downwards suggestively.

Pretending like you don’t notice his intent, you nod thoughtfully, the pitiful expression you send him is almost condescending and it drives him crazy.

“Let's try to figure it out together then, shall we?” From a cabinet next to the bench, you grab an old-school thermometer. You suppose you could use a regular digital one, but you’ve been craving to see something in his pouty mouth.

His lips quirk up as he notices your hungry stare locked on his mouth. He cheekily runs his tongue over his bottom lip, enjoying the way your eyelids droop, captivated with the motion. “Say ‘ahh.’”

Ari gladly opens his mouth, reciting the noise right back: “ahhhh” You slip the end of the tool under his tongue.

“Alright, let’s keep that in there for 2 minutes?”

“Yes, ma’am” his words are muffled as he tries to keep the thermometer in his mouth. You keep busy, acting like you’re writing notes on your clipboard like a good doctor.

After scribbling a few flowers and smiley faces around the page, you secretly peek up at him. He stares right back with an amused look as he obediently keeps the glass stick under his tongue. You mentally berate yourself for the way your face heats up under his cocky stare.

You realize how distracted you were when you glance up at the cat-shaped clock. It’s been 5 minutes. “Alright, let’s see…” you gently take it out of his mouth and take a glance at the temperature. Hopefully, he doesn’t miraculously have a fever because then this little role-playing activity will have to be cut short. “…98.3°. Ok, good. So it’s not a fever.”

“Well, I could’ve told you that.” He retorts. You roll your eyes as you place the thermometer in a sanitary cup.

“Shush, be patient and let me do my exam.”

Like the dad he is, he responds, “What do you mean? I am a patient.” He shamelessly laughs at his own joke, proud that he came up with that so fast. You let out a teasing groan, as you pretend to be annoyed. “What? Ok, ok, I’ll behave.” You tap the tops of his thighs indicating for him to spread them so you can stand closer. He opens easily, eagerly inviting you into his space.

Now standing right in front of him, you pull your stethoscope from your shoulders, “Okay, let’s check your heart.” As you’re about to place the cool metal right under his shirt, he quickly begins to unbutton it, revealing his gorgeously untrimmed chest to the cool air of the room.

Your eyes openly drink in his perfectly tanned skin, his happy trail taunting you as it hints at his growing problem below. Your cunt throbs as you inhale shakily, almost forgetting what you’re supposed to be doing. He follows your eager gaze and moves to unbutton his jeans too, but before he could pull down the zipper, he’s stopped by his wrist.

“No-” You squeeze his arm tighter when you notice how close your hand is to his considerable bulge, “this is good.” Your voice gasps out of your mouth as you try to calm yourself down. He reluctantly drops his arms, silently waiting for you to make the next move, looking devastatingly good as he sits in front of you with his shirt hanging open.

You let your intrusive thoughts win and boldly place your hand on the left side of his chest, feeling the warm skin tense at your touch, heart beating rapidly. “Ok, this might be a little cold.” You warn before you replace your hand with the diaphragm of the stethoscope, gently pressing it against his chest. “Take a deep breath for me.” You whisper, trying to calm him down.

His eyes stay on your face as he breathes in, suddenly feeling like he’s getting an actual check-up. You listen closely, making sure there aren’t any irregular beats or murmurs. You move it slightly downwards, completely focused on the task at hand. “Again.” With the next deep breath, he notices how you breathe with him, shoulders moving in sync with his chest.

You back up without a word, putting the tool on the counter next to you with a satisfied sigh. Everything sounds good. “You’re so cute when you get all doctorly.” Ari interrupts your thoughts, looking at you with a sly smirk. You mentally facepalm yourself. You got so caught up in your usual routine that you forgot why he was here in the first place!

“Your, uh, heart sounds healthy so-”

“You know what, Doc? After deducting all these things through your tests, I think I can finally tell what’s bothering me.”

“Oh, what is it?” The hand on his thigh moves over to rub himself over his jeans, pulling a wretched groan from his throat. His blue eyes are locked on yours as your mouth gapes at the depraved sight.

“I’m so fucking hard, Doc,” Ari grips himself to emphasize his words, showing off every inch of his covered cock, “and I just can’t get it down. I need your help.” His eyes beg you to touch him, looking as distressed as he pretends to be.

“U-um, ok. Let’s take a look then.” You nervously stretch your gloves higher onto your wrists in anticipation as he starts to undo his jeans, the open sides of his shirt getting the way as he eagerly tugs his pants down. You let out an involuntary gasp as a hard cock slaps against his stomach, perfectly pink and ridiculously big.

He sees how your hand stutters as it approaches him, suddenly intimidated by the large man in front of you. Ari assists you by pulling your hand closer to him, wrapping his fingers over yours, demonstrating how tightly he wants you to hold him. When he lets go, you experimentally squeeze your hand around him, gaining a breathless gasp from his body.

“How does this feel?” Somehow your voice remains level as you ask the clinical question, eyes peeking at him through your lashes. The lustful gaze you send him makes him throb in your hand, encouraging you to continue your exploration. You gently run your gloved finger up his cock, teasingly tapping against his leaking head, mesmerized by the mess.

Both pairs of eyes watch as a string of precum sticks from his cock to the tip of your finger as you start to pull away. You let it fall to his thigh before lovingly rubbing it into his skin. He almost feels like he’s going to burst from the way you’re playing with him. “Mr. Levinson?” You hand his back around him, pumping him slowly as you try to catch his attention.

“Hm?” He looks up at you with confused eyes, completely oblivious to the topic of the conversation.

“I asked you how you’re feeling. I can’t help you if you don’t cooperate with me.” The professionalism in your voice directly contradicts how you are handling him, almost making him go blind as you continuously brush over the line where his head meets his shaft. You know what you’re doing.

“So good…” He groans out, barely able to tell what he’s saying.

You hum contentedly, dipping your hand lower to gently fondle his balls, knowing how sensitive they can be. You hold back a smile when he jolts in surprise and starts to shutter out uneven breaths.

It’s just so easy.

His knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the bench under him, eyes closed in ecstasy.

Bringing up your other hand, you start to stroke him at the same time, holding him with more confidence as he melts against you. “H-holy ffu-” His stomach clenches as he holds himself back, thighs struggling to stay open around your clothed midriff.

His hair falls into his face as his head lolls forward, jaw clenched in concentration. You bite your lip as you watch him scramble to get a hold of himself, sloppy wet sounds spurring on the both of you. You speed up, determined to destabilize his efforts, needing to see this man break in your hands.

A warm hand wraps around your throat and yanks you forward. Your head is so hazy from the pressure on your neck that you can barely react when your lips meet his for a passionate kiss. Your tongues sloppily brush together as you languidly take in each other’s taste. Ari murmurs against your lips, “...like a dream.”

It’s dumb how flustered you get from his raspy voice. He nips your lip, drinking in your whimpers as he sucks at you until it’s nice and plump. You feel yourself drip when he soothes his work with little kitten licks against your mouth, refusing to dip back into your mouth.

You try to push toward him to get what you want, but he simply leans back with a cheeky grin, hand gently squeezing at your throat as a warning. “Keep goin’ honey.” You realize your movements ceased after the first breathtaking kiss.

You raise a challenging eyebrow, “Give me a kiss first.”

“Mmm…No, this isn’t how it works.”

“I’m the doctor– You’re supposed to do what I say!” You pout, pointedly letting him go. He rolls his eyes at your childish behavior and follows your actions, shoving his hand off your neck.

“Okay,” He pushes you away from him and hops off the bench. “You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.” He first grabs your wrists, hastily working off your gloves before dropping them on the floor. Your coat soon follows, carelessly thrown in the same direction.

Ari twirls you to face the bench, pushing his hips into yours to pin you forward. He bends you over the surface with ease, only stepping back for a moment to yank your pants over your ass and down your legs.

You feel pressure against your cunt as his fingers rub you over your panties, spreading your slick everywhere. “Look at that. Practically see-through with how drenched you got it.” You whine at his taunts, attempting to push back against him to feel more.

He moves his hand to hold onto your hair, firmly pushing your face into the paper-covered bench. He runs his other hand down your back before grabbing a large handful of your ass, groaning at how soft you feel under him.

He forgoes removing your underwear, preferring to just fuck you with your panties shoved to the side.

You feel him slide the tip of his cock up and down your folds, effectively getting himself slicked up in preparation. He experimentally dips in, appreciating the small amount of resistance your body shows him. The feeling of him pushing into you, stretching your cunt to his will, is indescribably overwhelming.

An involuntary moan is knocked out of you as he slowly slides in, causing him to wrap a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You almost forgot where you were.

Each time you think he is all the way in, he just keeps going, sending you keeling as he prods against your walls. His hips fit snuggly against yours when he finally bottoms out, deliciously pressed against your cervix. He stays there for a second, letting you adjust to his size. “You ok?”

You’re deliriously trying to relax around him when you mewl out a half-hearted, “Great.”

He takes that response as a directive to move. You feel his soft lips press against your shoulder before he gently starts to rock himself into you, expertly hitting spots you didn’t even know you had.

He slightly bends his knees as he starts to speed up, fucking himself up into now. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the sound of your fucked out cunt fills the room, surrounding you through every thrust. The paper under you crinkles loudly, sticking to the undersides of your arms as you move around.

“Such a good little doctor,” His whispers are strained, trying to control himself while he’s buried in your tightness. He pushes your back down to angle your ass upwards to thrust impossibly deep inside you. “Letting me her holes as my medicine.” Your eyes prick with tears as he starts snapping his hips at a punishing pace. You can’t help the borderline sob that escapes you when he prods against your cervix, almost feeling him in your stomach.

The walls of your cunt start to tighten around him, throbbing insistently as he continues his vigorous thrusts. You felt it coming, but you weren’t expecting how intense it would be. Heat vibrates through your body as your vision whitens, disorienting all your senses at once. You could barely feel the way your whole body tenses, muscles straining in exhaustion.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuc—” After a couple of stuttered thrusts, Ari fully buries himself inside you before painting your walls with hot cum. You pant together, calming yourselves down before he slips out of you. Before any warm slick could run down your leg, he picks you up and sets you on the bench, grabbing a box of tissues to help clean you up.

“Thanks.” You shyly whisper it as he wipes you up.

He looks up at you with a dazzling smile, “Anytime…”

—

Bonus scene:

Ari lingers at the lion-painted door, fully clothed with his fingers gripping at the handle. He is silently hoping you will stop him before he leaves.

“Wait, Ari,” He hears you call out from behind him, “hold on a sec.” You blindly reach into your discarded white coat, pulling out a pen and one of your signature stickers.

You turn the golden star over and quickly scribble down your number onto the paper before holding it out to him. “Let me know if your condition gets better, ok?”

“Yes ma’am.” He dorkily salutes you before walking out the door with a grin.

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evansbby · 2 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!Ari Levinson x mom!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: wholesome domestic relationship, fluff, slight mention of smut and daddy kink towards the end.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your son, Elio, is scared that his dad won’t come home in time to watch wrestling. Based on this ask/idea.

𝐀/𝐍: So the ask I got really inspired me, and I’ve always wanted to write something sweet and wholesome like this. Also, shoutout to the anon who suggested the name Elio, I really fell in love with it! I hope you guys enjoy this short fic because I super enjoyed writing this and it’s very special to me. <3

“Mommy, where’s Dada?” Your three-year-old son, Elio, looks up at you, his blue eyes wide as saucers. He’s very well-spoken for his age, but with a cute baby lisp that thickens when he’s worried, distressed or concerned. His chubby little thumbs twiddle together, lips pursed before he raises his arms up, indicating that he wants to be held.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry! Daddy’s gonna be home soon.” You scoop him up, resting his tiny form on your hip as he fists the material of your dress with his little hands. When you see his lower lip wobble, see him bravely blinking away tears, you feel your heart breaking at the sight; and you can’t help but rain about a million kisses on his face, “Elio, baby, daddy’s probably driving home right now.”

Shakily, Elio points at the TV, “B-But wrestling gonna start!”

You can’t help but smile at how smart your baby is – he has no idea about time but he knows exactly when his favourite show starts. It’s because Ari makes it a point to watch wrestling with Elio every weekend, and Elio loves hanging out with his dad more than just about anything else. Food, ice cream, Legos, videos – all of it gets abandoned the moment your husband walks through the front door.

“It’s okay if he misses the first five minutes of wrestling, honey. I’m sure you can fill daddy in on what he misses.” You say softly, smoothing your son’s hair back and feeling another pang in your chest when his eyes start to well up.

“Daddy gonna miss it!” Elio wails, not understanding you completely as you try and swipe his tears away. His attachment to Ari is extremely cute to watch, but it also has its downsides. Despite being only three, you already know that Elio has set routines that he likes to follow. Whether that be eating cut up melon for breakfast, or running outside in the grass barefoot while mommy hangs up the washing, or watching wrestling with his dad.

Which is why you’re currently praying to God that Ari walks in through the door any second now because otherwise you’d have a very unhappy baby in your arms. And you hate to see Elio unhappy – he’s the absolute apple of your eye, and Ari’s too. As your only child (up until next month, anyways) you both dote on him more than anything.

Elio glances back at the television before looking at you, lower lip quivering again and tears threatening to spill at the very idea of having to watch wrestling alone. But a sigh of relief hums past your lips when you hear the familiar footsteps, the jangling of keys; Elio’s head whipping over to look just in time as the door opens and Ari steps inside.

“DADA!” Elio yells happily, and you’re momentarily forgotten as your son clambers in your arms, stiffening his body as a way to indicate that he wants you to let him go. You gently release him and off he goes, like a little rocket launching himself across the room, running as fast as his tiny little legs can carry him. “DADDY, YOU MISSED WRESTLING – ALMOST!”

“Hey, little man!” Ari’s on his knees immediately, holding his arms out and happily catching Elio as he runs into his father at lightning-fast pace. And he’s immediately raining his little boy’s face with kisses, and you feel like your heart’s going to explode at the wholesome sight. It’s crazy how alike they look, so unmistakably father and son in both looks and mannerisms – both loud, both stubborn, both so full of energy.

“You almost miss wrestling, daddy!” Elio repeats as Ari picks him up and stands to his full height, and your baby laughs when his dad tickles his ribs lightly.

“Wrestling? You know I’d never miss that, Elio. That’s our special show.” Ari says softly, pulling Elio’s cheek and making him smile.

“Mommy said you miss it. Not me!” Elio sticks his chin out proudly and both you and Ari burst out laughing, your husband finally casting his beautiful blue eyes onto you.

“Oh yeah? Well mommy should know me better by now.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Well, daddy should call or at least text that he’s gonna be late.”

It only takes his long legs two strides to reach you, and with one arm holding Elio, his other arm slips around your waist, pulling you close as he leans down to press his lips to yours. “Sorry, baby,” He whispers against your lips, “Forgive me?”

How can you not, when he looks so sexy yet adorable at the same time? Brown hair curling at the base of his neck, wayward strands falling down his forehead; perfectly framing those gorgeous blue eyes that match Elio’s. You can’t help but peck Ari’s lips again – they look so pink and soft and kissable, and you’ve missed him. You miss him all the time, practically as much as Elio does.

You smile as you remember early in your relationship, when it had been you acting like an excitable toddler, running to Ari when he’d come back from his business trips, launching yourself into his arms and him spinning you around and around, his lips and hands everywhere, peeling your clothes off before you’d even reached the bedroom.

That passion still lived on in your relationship, the proof was your belly – round with his baby that was due next month. And that’s where Ari’s hand goes next, cupping your belly proudly as he holds you close. Elio’s squirming in his arms, craning his neck to see if wrestling has started yet (it hasn’t.)

“How’s my baby girl?” Ari asks you softly, and you feel shivers when he says it.

“She was super active today, kicking around so much that I think she tired herself out. I think she’s sleeping now.” You try to keep focused on your words but it’s hard when Ari’s softly stroking your bump in the way that he is.

“Damn. It’s a good thing I’m off tomorrow, I miss feeling her kicks.”

“You work too much, baby.”

He sighs, “I know.”

He kisses you again, deeper this time as his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. You nuzzle into his touch, loving how safe and loved he makes you feel. His tongue massages yours gently, quickening the pace of the kiss and you sigh softly, nothing could break you apart from him…

… Except a toddler determined to watch his favourite show.

“Dada! Wrestling!” Elio clambers, your sensitive little boy ready to cry once more, thinking his daddy’s forgotten about him or something.

“Okay, bud, let’s go!” Ari swings Elio forward, lightly throwing him up in the air before catching him – it’s something he does a lot and Elio loves it, but it scares you to death each time he does it. You watch happily as Ari settles down on the couch with Elio snug on his knee, the television already blaring with the sound of wrestling – aka their favourite show.

You join them fifteen minutes later with a plate of apple slices for Elio – he already had his lunch earlier – and a full plate of food for Ari. You’ve painstakingly made all his favourites, and as it was the weekend, Ari was meant to be home in time for lunch where you’d all have sat on the table and eaten together. But lately, work’s been keeping your husband very busy.

“LOOK!” Elio shrieks, jumping to his feet on the couch and pointing excitably at the screen, where his favourite wrestler is currently body-slamming the life out of the bad guy. “Daddy, look! Body slam!”

“He knows the names of all the moves,” You comment, laughing in a mix of awe and adoration at your son.

“Of course, he does.” Ari replies, “He’s practically a pro himself. Watch this. Hey Elio, show mommy how you do your Superman punch.”

Elio is all too excited to show you, circling his chubby arm as if winding it up before throwing the cutest punch you’ve ever seen in your life, his tiny fist hitting Ari straight in the gut. And Ari really does the most with his response, doubling over, coughing and wretching as he clutches at his abs in mock pain.

“God, buddy, you been working on that punch?” He asks, and Elio nods proudly; Ari lets out a low whistle, “You’re growing stronger by the day, Elio.”

Elio puffs up his chest in glee, “Gonna be strong like you, daddy! Wanna grow up to be a wrestler just like you!”

Ari ruffles his son’s hair fondly before glancing up at you, “He thinks I’m a wrestler. Like he genuinely thinks that’s my job.”

You giggle in pure amusement, “Well, I’m not too surprised, I’m pretty sure ‘wrestler’ is one of the only jobs Elio knows about. Along with, like, ‘teacher’ and ‘postman.’” You can’t help but reach out and twine a strand of Ari’s hair around your finger, loving how it curls at the ends. “And you are beefy like a wrestler, plus you love to manhandle me, so…”

Ari rolls his eyes, “You love it.”

At some point, you leave to do the dishes and some other chores. By the time you return, wrestling is finished and Elio’s somehow managed to get all 6 foot 6 inches of Ari pinned on the floor, throwing more punches at his chest while Ari alternates between feigning pain and roaring with laughter.

Your heart lurches when you see your son clamber up the sofa, attempting to jump off it and straight on top of his dad.

“Elio, baby, please be careful!”

Of course, your fearless baby jumps off without a care in the world, but Ari catches him perfectly – only to take five more punches from Elio straight to the gut. After that, your son deems that daddy has had enough, and goes in for the pin. You count it: 1, 2, 3…

“Elio wins!” You cheer, and your little boy is beside himself with joy, clapping and squealing as you and Ari both cover his face with celebratory kisses.

He’s almost out cold for his nap not twenty minutes later, head tucked on Ari’s shoulder as your husband carries him up the stairs to his room with you falling into step beside him.

“Can we go exploring in the garden tomorrow, daddy?” Elio asks sleepily, sucking on his thumb and causing his little voice to come out muffled.

“Well, that depends, little man. Are you scared of the garden snake?”

Elio yawns, his pudgy fists rubbing his eyes and cheeks, “Noooo, mama said garden snake’s not real.”

“It’s not,” You say, jabbing Ari with your elbow before adding in softly: “You better stop scaring your son right before his nap.”

“Alright, alright. There’s no garden snake.” Ari kisses Elio’s cheek as your baby relaxes even more in his daddy’s arms, just about ready to slip into dreamland.

“If there was, I’d uppercut it.” Elio mumbles before finally drifting off to sleep.

“It’s crazy how much he looks and acts like you.” You comment quietly as Ari gently tucks Elio into bed before joining you in the hallway.

“Our baby girl’s gonna look exactly like you.” Ari replies confidently, his hand returning to your belly how it always seems to. It’s like he’s obsessed with touching you there. It was a problem early on in your pregnancy because you still hadn’t told anyone but Ari kept making it obvious by stroking your belly.

“I’m not so sure, since I have your super genes to contend with.” You stand up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, hand cupping his bearded jaw softly. It’s crazy how much you love him, how badly you want him, how your want for him has only increased with the passing of time.

Ari deepens the kiss, hands running up and down your arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Finally, it’s like he can’t take it anymore when he reaches down to hook his strong arms underneath your thighs, lifting you up with his lips still attached to yours. You love that even when you’re eight months pregnant, he still makes you feel so tiny compared to him.

“Baby, have I told you how hot you look when you’re pregnant?” His voice has gone all deep, husky. You know what’s coming next.

You giggle, “Only about a thousand times. You also kept saying it when I was expecting Elio.”

He presses his forehead against yours, “Mm, remind me why I took so long to get you pregnant a second time? I must’ve been crazy because you look so beautiful like this.”

“I think you just have a kink for pregnant women.”

“I have a kink for pregnant you.”

Ari squeezes your ass through your dress, making you squeal loudly before pressing your lips together, glancing over your husband’s shoulder to ensure Elio is still fast asleep.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You have me pregnant for about another month, so you better take advantage of it, daddy.”

Ari growls, head dipping down as he nips and kisses up your neck, tongue peaking out and trailing up your jaw and finally to your lips, “Oh honey, you don’t have to ask me twice.”

THE END

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