#divorced!ari levinson

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Title: Ring Of Fire

Pairing: Steve x reader x Ari, Jake x Natasha x Johnny

Summary: He left you broken and dragged another woman down with him. You’re divorced and now a single mother to a beautiful little girl, Hope.

You were never treated right; neither was Natasha. With both of you casting Bucky aside, you’re ready to be shown how to be loved properly.

#Steve rogers x reader x ari Levinson #Jake Jensen x Natasha Romanoff x johnny Storm #asshole!Bucky Barnes #divorced!bucky barnes #divorced!reader

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𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | dark!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader, dark!Steve Rogers x innocent!reader, dark!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | dark, smut, noncon, dubcon, foursome, daddy!kink, oral, anal, physical violence, slapping, mention of alcohol and drugs, insertion of objects, spitting, toys, degradation, dumbification, spanking, very very strongly misogynistic, domesticity kink, slight petplay, bullying, Ari, Curtis and especially Steve being very mean, adultery/cheating, dacryphilia, collars, leashes, free use, sharing is caring.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Your husband Ari invites his friends Steve and Curtis for poker night. You knew they’d be sharing a few drinks together - what you don’t know is that they plan on sharing you too.

𝐀/𝐍 | This work includes MAJOR misogyny and degradation. The views of these characters do not reflect my own. Please heed warnings and don’t read if this isn’t your cup of tea. Otherwise, enjoy!

“Honey, where the hell are those drinks?” Ari’s voice is loud, booming and dripping with authority as it carries from the living room into the kitchen. Exhaling slowly a few times to steady your hand, you drop the final few ice cubes into your husband’s glass of whiskey, giving the drink a gentle stir before placing it on the tray next to the scotch and the beer.

“Sure, she’s a real looker, but she’s a bit slow.” You hear your husband explain to his friends. “I don’t worry, though, because what she lacks for in brains, she makes up for in other areas.”

“I’d definitely prefer a broad who’s dumb as bricks. I’d say it makes ‘em hotter.” One of his friends responds – you’re too focused on making sure you have their drinks exactly right to notice who it is that’s spoken.

Their laughter echoes and bounces off the walls of the living room, your husband’s the loudest of all.

Your parents had warned you against Ari Levinson. A business tycoon of his magnitude rocking up in your small town? He’d bought up all the small businesses, bulldozed down the local mall and played a hand in more than a handful of people being left unemployed – including both your parents. Your dad called him a ruthless, big city snob. Your mom called him trouble with a capital T. But you called him your husband.

Or daddy.

“She’s a bit on the younger side.” You hear another one of your husband’s friends – Steve Rogers, you think – comment, “You sure she knows what she’s doing?”

“She’ll manage.” Ari sounds smooth and unperturbed, “I’ve got her trained. And she’s well aware of what’ll happen if she messes up.”

You swallow, tray now gripped tightly in your hands as you make your way out of the kitchen.

Ari was charming and friendly when you’d first met him, and he’d swept you off your feet instantly. The naïve, small-town waitress seduced through his sugary sweet words and expensive gifts. The fact that he was so much older than you didn’t seem to matter, not when he made you feel sparks across your body and see stars behind your eyes.

You were married within three weeks of knowing him.

“I hope she does mess up.” Course, almost sadistic laugher echoes from the living room. Curtis. Ari’s other friend. “I’d love to stick around to witness the repercussions.”

You cringe at his insinuation. You know Curtis Everett is married. You also know he has a wild reputation for being a regular at both the town’s strip club and the local whorehouse. What he does for a living is unclear to you – Ari never discusses things like that with you – but he hangs around in the same circles as your husband and drives a nice car, so you assume he must have a lot of money.

“You ever used your belt on her, Levinson?” Steve asks casually. There’s a darkness to Steve Rogers that you can’t quite pinpoint. An air of mystery that no one in town seems to be able to crack – least of all you. All you know is that he’s one of Ari’s business partners, he’s divorced, and he rides a motorbike from time to time.

Your husband smirks, “Wouldn’t you like to know, you sadistic fuck.”

They know you’ve entered the living room, slowly making your way towards them whilst balancing the tray of drinks, yet they still talk about you like you’re not there. But you still feel nervous, despite none of the three men bothering to tear their gazes away from their game of poker to even spare you a glance.

Curtis is nearest to you, so you approach him first, silently holding out the tray of drinks just like Ari has taught you to do with every guest that’s come to visit in the past. And he looks up, head buzzed but facial hair dark and thick as ever. Beard not as thick as Ari’s, but still thick enough. Ocean blue eyes sparkling with intensity, he grabs his beer from the tray, taking a long swig while maintaining eye contact with you.

“That’s a pretty dress you got on, sweetheart.” Curtis leers, his gaze stuck on your cleavage peaking out past the neckline of your dress. After marrying you, Ari made sure you had a wardrobe full of cute dresses and skirts to wear just for him. All pastel and flowery and girly to match his tastes – which Curtis clearly seems to share.

You hesitate, glancing back at Ari with your lip tucked between your teeth. Curtis’ gaze is hungry and wolfish, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of you. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand, being stared at like this. As if you’re an exhibit inside a zoo enclosure, but he’s the animal circling you from the outside.

“Don’t be rude, honey. Tell him thank you.” Your husband’s order is clear and commanding.

“Th-Thank you, Mr. Everett.” Never first names, your husband had told you that his friends – like Ari himself – were not your equals.

You move on to Steve next. He’s sat on the couch, or more like spread out on the couch because he’s taking up more than half the space. Not even sparing you a single glance when you bend down so the tray is level with him, he grabs his scotch and takes a long, calculated sip. A single strand of his dirty blonde hair falls over his forehead. He’s got long hair just like Ari, but where Ari’s is darker and wilder, Steve’s dirty blonde mane is almost always perfectly styled.

“She’s shaking like a scared little kitten.” Steve comments, and he’s looking at you now. Or rather, your body – his blue eyes drinking in all your curves whilst he still has yet to acknowledge you. But sure enough – he’s right. The tray in your hands is shaking despite your many efforts to calm your own nerves. There’s just something… fearsome about the blond sat in front of you. As if one wrong move on your part and he’ll eat you alive…

Curtis grins, “I think she’s scared of you, Rogers.”

Steve is unamused, “I could give her a good reason to be scared.”

You gulp, slowly straightening up and making your way over to Ari, who’s sat on his leather armchair. Handing your husband his whiskey, you take your seat on his knee – your designated place for whenever you guys have company. Very early on in your marriage, Ari had told you that good little wives sit on their husbands’ laps because the couches and chairs were reserved for the men.

His arm encircles around your waist, pulling you close and pressing a soft kiss to your temple. The act of affection relaxes you, tenseness evaporating from your limbs as you settle down against your husband. In his lap you feel so tiny; he’s just so big – they all are. All three of them don’t look an inch below 6’5, and it only adds to the intimidation you feel.

Their poker game resumes, and you try to make sense of it in your head but the truth is you have no idea what’s going on. You never understood the rules of poker, and Ari had just laughed when, in the past, you’d asked him to explain the game to you. “Poker is a men’s game.” He’d said wisely, “Little girls like you just need to sit tight and look pretty, so don’t you worry your dumb little head over it.”

“My wife’s being a fucking bitch.” Curtis breaks the silence with a drawl, cigarette waving in one hand and beer bottle in the other, “Got herself these progressive friends, telling her she doesn’t have to be in the kitchen all the time. Now suddenly she wants to go out for fucking girls’ night – as if she doesn’t have four of my fucking kids to be taking care of.”

Steve snorts, not even looking up from his cards, “You scared you might run into her at the strip club?”

Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Curtis exhales and the smoke billows out past his pink lips slowly, his blue eyes looking straight at you through the grey mist. “I don’t give a shit if I do. Maybe if she knew I was getting pleasure elsewhere, she’d try harder in the bedroom. Fuckin’ bitch.”

“Divorce her. That’s what I did when my broad got too big for her boots.” The blond finally looks up from his deck of cards, his icy blue eyes – like Curtis’ – drinking you in with their intense gaze. “Now Levinson’s got the right idea. Got himself a pretty young thing who doesn’t dare to even breathe unless he tells her to.”

Ari smirks, his thick fingers tracing shapes on your bare thigh, “You got that right. My little angel knows exactly where her place is, don’t you, baby?”

Of course, you know your place. You’d been happy to grant Ari full control of your life from the moment you had met him. He was just so handsome, so sweet, so charming – with seemingly endless amounts of money and praise that he had no problem spending on you. In your naïve eyes, he seemed like a God. And he still does, so you nod.

“Yes, Ari. I know my place.”

“Ari? Is that what she calls you?” Steve’s remark is quick and biting.

Your husband sighs, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch is soft but his gaze hardens, and he doesn’t even have to say anything. His disapproval is evident in the look he gives you, and it makes your heart sink.

The rule is to only call Ari “daddy” when you’re inside the house. But he’s never made you do it when the two of you have company over. The thought of calling him that in front of Curtis and Steve makes your heart beat faster and heat rise to your cheeks. But the possibility of disobeying Ari makes you feel almost sick to your stomach.

“Sorry, I meant daddy. I know my place, daddy.” You correct yourself, earning a soft kiss on your lips from your husband, the simple gesture making you glow inwardly. It’s like your body is now wired to function on his approval. You try not to think about the fact that his friends are right there, because that might make you spontaneously combust with embarrassment.

“Fuckin’ newlyweds,” Curtis growls as he watches you and Ari continue to kiss. He suddenly slams his beer bottle on the coffee table, the loud thud making you jump. “Hey sweetie, get me another beer.”

No please, no thank you. But you scamper to obey anyways – you already know your night’s going to be spent going back and forth from kitchen to living room as you fetch drinks for them. You’re barely on your feet when Ari’s hand smacks your ass hard, the lewd sound echoing across the room along with the squeak of surprise that leaves your mouth.

The men laugh and you scurry out of the room quickly. “Where the hell did you find her, Levinson? She’s shyer than a fuckin’ mouse!” Curtis’ voice booms.

Inside the kitchen and away from their burning gazes, you allow yourself to exhale slowly. You may be overthinking it, but something seems off about tonight. It’s in the way that all three men are looking at you – your husband included. And the dress Ari chose for you is shorter than usual, which doesn’t help much with the staring. They’re treating you like an object, and you honestly don’t know how to feel about that.

“You think she got lost in there?” Steve’s voice is loud enough to carry through the walls and into the kitchen. You sigh, grabbing another bottle of beer from the fridge and making your way back out, being sure to tug your tiny dress down before you return.

“Here you are, Mr. Everett.” You say politely, breath hitching in your throat when his hand brushes against yours as he takes the beer from you.

“At least some women still remember their manners,” The buzzcut-haired man murmurs, “Fuckin’ feminists, ruining this world for the rest of us. You’re still good though, sweetie. Your daddy trained you well, huh?”

“Yes, Mr. Everett.” You disagree with just about everything he’s saying, but you have to keep that to yourself.

It’s hard to not be intimidated when all three men seem to have their eyes glued on you; you can feel their gazes again as you make your way back over to Ari. You’re about to sink back down on his lap when he raises a hand, the simple action making you freeze.

“Why don’t you sit by daddy’s feet for a little while, angel?”

He says it so sweetly, almost like he’s requesting you to do a small favour for him. But the edge in his tone, that unmistakable tinge of darkness dancing around his words can’t be ignored. It’s an order, cleverly disguised as a question although he has no reason to disguise it. But by his feet? On the floor?

You swallow harshly, suddenly remembering your parents’ distressed words of warning when you’d broken the news that you and Ari had eloped: “That man looks at you like you’re a piece of meat. You need to get out while you still can, he doesn’t respect you and he never will.” But you love him. You’re so in love with him that it hurts to disobey him, to upset him in any way, shape or form.

“Is she hard of hearing or something?” Steve’s deep baritone makes you jump inadvertently, not a note of sympathy in his words. “Maybe she isn’t as well trained as you say she is, Levinson. Hey sweetheart,” He clicks his teeth like he’s beckoning a dog, “Are you deaf or just plain dumb?”

Bristling at Steve’s stark meanness, you waste no more time in sinking down to your knees next to Ari’s feet, hands clasped neatly over your lap and chin jutted upwards to look at your husband. And Ari seems cool and collected as ever, taking another long gulp of his whiskey. He doesn’t even look your way, but his hand pats the top of your head – the action bringing you both embarrassment and comfort at the same time.

“To think she asked for a puppy for Christmas.” Ari says offhandedly, “I told her I didn’t have time to take care of two pets.” Again, the men laugh crudely, and you’re left feeling more than a little dejected. But Ari pushes the back of your head forward, making you rest your cheek on his thigh with his fingers raking through your hair and you relax once more.

“Speaking of dumb,” Curtis pipes up as they continue to play poker, “Ransom’s got a new bitch and she’s dumb as hell. Saw her at the club with him the other night, he had her dressed looking like a fuckin’ whore.” He smirks, “The things that girl would do for a line of crack.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Steve scoffs.

“Things you can’t even dream of, grandpa.” Curtis slaps his knee and barks out a laugh, “How long’s it been since you got your rocks off, huh?”

The blond shrugs, “At least I’m not a walking STD.”

You want to wrinkle your nose at their conversation but you know that wouldn’t be a good idea. But the way they speak about women is so crass, so dehumanising – it’s almost scary. The only thing keeping you calm right now is Ari’s heavy, warm hand as it strokes the top of your head continuously as if you’re his pet.

“My angel does everything Ransom’s crackwhore does, except she does it for free.” Ari interjects, a satisfied smirk painted on his face.

Curtis’ eyebrow cocks up in interest, and even Steve puts his drink down.

“Yeah? Sweetie, are you a little freak in the sheets?” Curtis asks as he leans forward to toss what’s left of his cigarette into the crystal ashtray that’s on the coffee table.

You immediately look up at Ari, who is now scratching the space behind your ear in a way that really does make you feel like you’re some kind of puppy. Your husband sighs, “Answer him, angel. And don’t look at me like that again. You speak when you’re spoken to, no ifs or buts. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You flinch at his stern tone before turning to look at Curtis. “I… I don’t know, Mr. Everett.”

A snort sounds past Steve’s lips, “She’s a little airhead, isn’t she? Gotta find me one of those. Hey, sweetheart, you ever let your daddy spank you? Fuck you all rough, take it up the ass for him?”

Eyes wide and blood running cold, you can feel the embarrassment coursing through your veins at the blonde’s blunt questions. But the sting of Ari’s disapproval and the threat of disobeying him has you stumbling over an answer:

“Y-Yes, Mr. Rogers. Daddy has done all of that to me.” And more.

Curtis whistles lowly, “Damn, sweetie, wish I had you sitting pretty in my bedroom instead of my cunt wife.”

You let out a soft gasp, immediately waiting with baited breath for Ari to blow up. In the short time you had been together, your husband was always very possessive of you. From giving dirty looks to random men who even dared to look at you, to resorting to violence any time another man tried to talk to you.

But the rules are different for his friends, clearly, because Ari doesn’t move a muscle, coolly downing his whiskey before setting the glass on the crystal coffee table. You almost mewl sadly when his hand stops stroking your head and he stands up.

“I forgot something upstairs,” He says vaguely as he looks down at you, “Honey, can I trust you to look after and entertain my friends while I go upstairs and get it?”

Again, it’s not a question. And the idea of being alone downstairs with Curtis and Steve without the comforting and protective presence of your husband is daunting to say the least. But it’s not like you can say no. You knew the day you married Ari that the word ‘no’ was no longer in your vocabulary.

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You nod subserviently, and your husband grins almost wolfishly. And there’s something about the expression on his face, the slight smirk on his pink lips and the way his tanned skin flushes in excitement – he’s been cool as a cucumber all evening but now? It’s as if he’s got something up his sleeve, and a glance at his friends shows they share the same dark sparkle in their eyes too.

But you don’t have time to ponder over anything, because the next thing you know you’re being hauled up onto your feet, a pained yelp escaping your lips as Ari yanks you upwards with a death grip on your hair.

“You hear that, guys? She said she’d entertain you. Who wants her first?”

It’s like everything’s happening lightning quick – Ari picking you up easily, and you squealing because your dress rides up and you’re pretty sure your panties are visible for a split second before you tug it back down. But that turns out to be the least of your worries because the next thing you know, your husband has unceremoniously dumped you into Steve’s lap.

Like a ragdoll.

“Hey, hey, calm down, sweetheart.” Steve immediately wraps his arms around your waist to stop you from flailing. His words drip with condescension and faux-comfort, and it feels almost alien to be in his arms. You’ve never been held like this by a man apart from your husband, and although Steve is so similar to Ari in build and looks – he’s still not your husband.

“Ari?” You squeak, but the only response you get is the sound of all three men laughing – a sound that you’ve been hearing all night.

“Hush, little baby.” Curtis mocks, reaching out to pull your cheek as if you really are a little baby, “Me and Mr. Rogers, we can be your daddies too, you know? Your daddy said it was okay.”

Your gaze trails dejectedly after Ari, or rather Ari’s back, as you watch him leave the room. And now you’re left with two pairs of steely blue eyes that are so like your husband’s yet so different in so many ways.

“Hand her over,” Curtis demands Steve almost immediately, “God knows I need her little body against me right now. I’m harder than a fucking rock, watching this little sweetheart fetch me beers all night.” He tries to yank you by your arm, but the blonde’s grip on you only tightens, and the younger man frowns, “Give her over, Rogers. She likes me better than you, anyways. Don’t you, sweetie?”

Well, he’s certainly nicer than Steve – but you don’t particularly like either of them right now. And you’re too panicked to answer him. How could Ari leave you alone with these two? And why would he throw you on Steve’s lap as if you were expected to…

Entertain him.

“A little girl like her craves the firm hand of an older man.” Steve responds smoothly, his hand resting on your bare thigh and giving it a soft squeeze that has you practically panting. No other man apart from Ari has touched you like this, and you can feel something so hard underneath you. The blond grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Don’t you, sweetheart? You like men twice your age best, don’t you? Gets your little pussy wet knowing you’re with a man old enough to be your dad?”

Curtis snorts, leaning back and lighting another cigarette, “Clearly. She married Levinson.”

That grabs your attention, and you find yourself shaking your head, “No, me and Ari are in love!”

You’re serious with your claim, and you don’t expect the two older men to burst out laughing. Loud, booming laughter that makes you even more uncomfortable than you already are. Beneath you, you can feel Steve’s hard crotch rubbing against your bottom as he laughs, his chest snug against your back as he holds you close with one muscular arm.

“Sure, sweetie, he loves you a lot. So much, in fact, that he’s willing to share you with his friends.”

You frown at Curtis’ statement – what does he mean by share?  

You find out not two seconds later when Steve’s huge hands find the zipper of your dress, fingers deft and quick in unzipping you. Gasping, you try and wiggle away again but to no avail. “Mr. Rogers! Wh-What are you doing!?”

“Stay the fuck still,” Steve orders you, “Gotta get you out of this dress. As pretty as it is, I prefer my toys naked and compliant.” The straps of the dress are pushed down your shoulders, and Curtis joins in too, pulling the fabric down your body.

Blood rushes to your face, but for some reason your protests barely make it past your lips with how feeble they seem to be. Having both older men’s hands on you, pawing at you lewdly and practically shredding your dress to pieces with their impatience to get you naked; for some reason you feel your pussy throb.

No, no you can’t! You can’t betray Ari like this! So then why do you bite back a moan when Steve finally rips your dress in two, throwing the sorry-looking flowery rags to the floor before he cups both your breasts (Ari had told you not to wear a bra tonight), squeezing the soft flesh and rolling your hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Curtis’ rough and calloused palm immediately cups your pussy through your pale pink panties that Ari had chosen for you.

“Did you wet yourself, little girl? Or are you just excited?” He asks, grinding his palm down against your covered mound, making you gasp out loud. And you’ve always lacked willpower – Ari’s punished you enough times for it in the past – so you can’t help but buck your hips against Curtis’ hand, feeling the shame wash over you but not caring enough to stop.

“Look at her, humping against my hand already like a little slut – almost like she’s an eager little virgin or something. I guess Ari never taught her anything about self-control.” The buzzcut-haired man comments.

Steve smirks, still toying with your breasts as if he hasn’t touched a woman in years; squeezing them and pressing them together, holding you taut against him as you flail on top of him from all the mixed sensations you’re currently feeling.

“She’s all riled up from earlier. Pretty pussy’s all wet from fetching our drinks all night, or maybe it’s because she’s cheating on her husband. Hey! Stay the fuck still, you dumb fucking slut!” Steve growls suddenly, because Curtis chooses that moment to slap your panty-covered pussy hard, and your whole body convulses on top of Steve.

“Give her a drink, maybe it’ll calm her down.” Curtis nods to the glass of half-finished scotch on the coffee table, “It’s too bad Levinson didn’t want to drug her for this. Something about fucking a girl who’s half unconscious really gets me going.”

“No way. Half the fun is in the way she wails and fights back. Look at her now, conflicted and guilty because she’s feeling so good. She can’t even keep still, rutting like a little bunny in heat. Hey, sweetheart, have a sip.” Steve nudges his glass of scotch against your lips and you wrinkle your nose, eyes wide as saucers.

“Daddy doesn’t allow me to drink.”

“Daddy doesn’t allow me to drink,” Curtis mimics you cruelly, making his voice all high-pitched, “Sweetie, your daddy left us in charge of you, so drinking a little bit of alcohol is the least of your worries. Now open up.”

You part your lips, ready to take a timid sip except Steve has different plans – he tips the glass over your face, the burning liquid sloshing all down your front. It’s icy cold against your skin, dripping down your neck and over your chest. Curtis groans, immediately dipping his head down to lick the liquid off of you. And his rough tongue against your smooth skin has you crying out as he licks a tantalising trail between your breasts, before his mouth latches onto your nipple, suctioning hard and practically fitting your whole breast into his mouth, making a show of it and moaning lewdly the whole time.

“Dumb baby,” Steve tsk-tsks, “Look at the mess you made. Wasting all of daddy’s drink. Apologise, right now.”

You hiccup, mind slowly going empty with Curtis going to town on your tits with no sign of slowing down. And he’s still got one hand pressing between your legs, and that mixed with the feel of Steve’s hard dick poking your ass from underneath has your mind going empty at a faster rate than ever. You involuntarily buck up against Curtis’ hand again, your pussy weeping already and you know you’re embarrassingly wet, and –

SMACK.

The force of the slap across your face leaves you winded and shocked, as does the stinging pain now spreading across your cheek.

“When I tell you to apologise, you apologise.” Steve warns sternly, and Curtis finally looks up, licking his full pink lips at the site of you with your head whipped to the side.

You feel your breathing grow ragged and your lower lip wobble, the pain and embarrassment almost too much for you to handle. Salty tears well in your eyes, a natural response to the slap you’ve just received, and you sniffle softly.

Ari reappears at that moment, and your heart swells at the sight of your husband. He always makes you feel so safe, so familiar – unlike the man whose lap you’re currently splayed out over. Like a baby, you outstretch your arms towards him. “Daddy! H-He… He hit me!”

That proclamation has Curtis beside himself with laughter, “Hear that, Steve? She just tattled on you! Like a little girl running to her daddy.”

Ari crouches down till he’s level with your face, grabbing your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, “He hit you, honey?”

“Yeah!”

“Where?”

Your hand is shaky as you point to your cheek which still throbs with pain. Steve hadn’t held back with his slap, and now he sits back with you still on his lap and a smile on his face, not an ounce of regret visible in his demeanour, as if he’s admiring his handiwork.

Ari’s own hand reaches out to stroke your stinging cheek softly, and you nuzzle into his palm, welcoming his touch. Steve is horrifically mean and Curtis is crass and rude, but your daddy is the best. He knows how to treat you right, knows exactly how to make you feel better with just a simple, soft touch –

SMACK.

You can hardly believe it when Ari strikes you across the face, the blow almost as hard as Steve’s, and now you burst out crying in earnest.

“Poor baby,” Curtis coos, lighting up his third cigarette of the hour and taking a long drag before puffing the smoke directly in your face. You cough harshly, his smoke filling your lungs and adding to your discomfort, but he doesn’t seem to care; “I guess that’s what you get for being a slut and cheating on your daddy with his two best friends.”

Ari strokes the side of your face where pain still blooms from his blow, and you find yourself flinching now, scared he’s going to hit you again. His eyes locked with your own tearful ones; and you don’t even notice the collar in his hand until he waves it in front of your face. In a voice beguiling, and so falsely gentle, he speaks as if he’s talking to a toddler: “Now honey, can you read what this collar says?”

Ari has made you wear plenty of collars in the past; you have your special pink one – the one with his initials on it as well as the words “daddy’s princess.” That one’s definitely your favourite. You also have a black one that says ‘daddy’s property’ which is nice too. But this collar in Ari’s hands, this one is new. It’s jet-black leather with silver studs, and a matching silver dog-tag that dangles from the front, glistening in the light with only one word inscribed on it:

Whore

You blubber softly, cheeks still stinging with pain and now a matching sting in your heart. What exactly is happening right now? You wonder to yourself as Ari fastens the collar around your neck while Steve holds you in place with a death grip.

“I asked you something, sweet girl. Did you read what the collar says?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You sniffle, “Says whore.”

“It does. Because that’s what you are for tonight.” Ari chuckles softly at the bewildered look on your face, stroking your cheek once more in time with Steve who is now running his hands through your hair. “Angel, you’re new to this whole marriage and relationships thing – so I understand that you’re too dumb to know how it works. But good little wives not only offer their services to their husbands, but to their husbands’ friends too. And that’s what you’ll be doing tonight.”

You feel like he’s dumped a bucket of ice water on your head, “B-But…But…”

“No, Angel. No ‘buts,’ remember?” Ari taps your cheek lightly as if to remind you of the pain his palm is capable of inflicting. “You don’t want to be like Curtis’ wife, do you? A dumb, wild broad who believes she can think for herself? No, that’s not you. You’re good and innocent and you’ll do exactly what daddy says, won’t you? Because men don’t like women who think they have any power in this world – it turns us off more than anything else. Do you want to turn me off, baby? Do you want to disappoint me?”

“No!” You cry, and you’d have reached out to wrap your arms around Ari’s neck if it weren’t for Steve holding you close to his own chest, his breath hot against the back of your neck, “No, daddy! Never wanna disappoint you! I’ll do wh-whatever you guys want me to do.”

Steve is unforgiving when he drops you on the floor, and you wince as you land painfully on your ass. “Be a good whore then.” He says bluntly, “Hands and knees. Lick my shoe.”

It’s not the first time that night that shock courses through your veins, but three pairs of blue eyes have now locked in on you, with hungry and expectant gazes that make you believe that you are the object that they want you to be, that they undoubtedly see you as. And so you gulp and get into position, naked and kneeling before the blond, his boots scuffed and slightly dirty as you stare at them from eye level.

“She’s got a great ass.” Curtis remarks crudely, the men casually falling back into conversation whilst you will yourself to part your lips, peak your tongue out and give Steve’s shoe a tentative lick. And then another. You stifle a soft gasp when you feel Curtis’ rough hand on your bottom, patting it as if you’re an animal at an auction, “If she was mine, I’d have her naked and crawling around on all fours all the time, this peachy ass is too fuckable to hide underneath clothes.”

“It’s the first thing I noticed about her.” Ari agrees, and his hand joins Curtis’, grabbing onto your other cheek and giving it a firm squeeze, “She was working at some dingy diner… Had this tiny fuckin’ dress on – called it a ‘uniform’. Didn’t even know her back then but I got an eyeful of her little girl panties every time she bent over. Fuckin’ slut. She gave out not fifteen minutes later.”

Your cheeks burn, but you concentrate on Steve’s shoe, licking it as if your life depends on it. And despite everything, despite how inhumane and disrespectful and shameful and objectifying the act is, there’s something about kneeling in front of a powerful man like Steve, or like Ari or Curtis, that makes your pussy throb with need.

“Make the leather shine, whore.” Steve is so stark, so to-the-point with his orders; he shoves his boot in your face, rubbing it over your lips, chin and cheeks and covering your sensitive skin in a mix of your own spit and dirt. “You like that, don’t you? Like being treated with no respect like all little girls like you should be. You’re nothing more than the dirt beneath my shoe, sweetheart. Remember that.”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” You find yourself saying between licks. Being the main object of attention between these three men has you wetter and steadily growing dumber by the second.

Your panties – the last article of clothing covering your modesty – are roughly ripped off of you, the soggy fabric landing on the floor next to your face. Steve’s hands grip your hair tightly, jerking you roughly upwards till you’re level with his dick, cowering between his parted thighs. Less than a second later, he’s unzipped himself, pulling his dick out and nudging it against your lips, “Open up, whore.”

The only man whose dick you’ve sucked prior to this is Ari – and Steve is a lot less forgiving. Stuffing his length into your barely parted mouth, the blond moves you by the hair, guiding your lips up and down his fat dick, and you were already crying but fresh tears well in your eyes from the choking feeling of fullness, your nose smacking against his pelvis as he manhandles you.

“Wish she’d been a virgin up here.” Curtis mutters, completely unperturbed by the fact that you’re currently choking on Steve’s dick, and you feel a rush of cool air when he spreads your ass cheeks, “Would’ve been so much fun to break into her little asshole.”

“I couldn’t hold off on that,” Ari’s fingers are deft and confident, tracing the rim of your puckered hole like he’s done countless times before and making your entire body shiver from head to toe. “She let me fuck her ass on our second date. She’s still tight up there, though. Try and finger her, you won’t even get one in.”

Curtis spits, his saliva dripping down the crevice of your ass, pooling around your asshole where Ari works it in with his pointer finger, the thick ring of muscle practically closing up around him, barely allowing an inch of his digit in. You involuntarily wiggle, trying to move your hips backwards to meet their fingers as Curtis joins in. But while Ari is teasing, Curtis is straightforward – wasting no time in ramming his pointer finger up your ass. The pain blooms almost immediately, making you cry out around Steve’s dick.

“Ah, she’s a good little cocksucker, Ari.” Steve comments, his grip on your hair so tight it hurts, “But she can’t take my whole dick in, can she? Look at her, already crying and I’m not even halfway inside of her.” Once more, he slaps your cheek before tapping it in quick succession, “Hey, cockslut, did your daddy not teach you how to deepthroat?”

He pulls his dick out of your mouth, the loss of contact making you pout despite the fact that you were practically choking not a second ago. “S-Sorry, daddy. T-Too big, it’s too big. Mouth’s too small – oh fuck!” You lurch forward when you feel something warm and wet lapping at your puckered hole – it’s Curtis’ tongue, hungry and desperate against your tight hole, his hands roughly pushing apart your ass cheeks.

Ari’s fingers slip down to your sopping core, your wetness dripping down and staining the carpet, making it so easy for your husband’s knowing fingers to glide up and down your slit, circling your clit in a way that has you panting and grinding back into his hand, earning a slap on your wiggling bum in the process.

“Needy baby,” Ari murmurs, and you’re about to whine, beg for him to stop teasing, when your head whips to the side once more from a rush of contact. Steve’s gripping his huge dick in his hand, and it looks so hard and angry as he slaps you across the face with it. Once, twice, three times till you’re wailing like a baby.

“She’s so fucking hot when she cries.” Steve comments, rubbing his dick over your face now as if he’s a feral animal trying to mark you with his scent, pressing the bulbous tip of his cock against your lips and you can’t help but pathetically part them, mouth gaping to taste him again. But he moves on, rubbing his length and his balls over your cheeks, nose, just all over. “You like being a messy whore? Want daddy to smear your face with cum, spit and dirt, get you looking like a proper slutty whore?”

“Y-Yeah, please!” You cry softly, and Steve grins.

Ari’s two knuckles deep into your pussy by this point, his fingers so deliciously thick as he pumps in and out. He knows exactly how to curve his digits, and at what angle, making your back arch from doing the bare minimum, causing you to press your ass further into Curtis’ face and eager tongue.

“She tastes like a dream.” Curtis’ voice is muffled, hands reaching up to slap and squeeze your ass obscenely, as if the flesh is his personal stress-ball, “God, Levinson. Why didn’t you think of sharing her before? With a sweet tasting ass like hers…” It’s like he can’t help himself, his beard prickling your skin as he dips his head back down, tongue practically making out with your puckered hole.

He tries to shove another finger in, but barely manages to fit in the tip of it. “God, a sweet ass that’s also tight as fuck? No wonder you call her an angel.”

Ari smirks, “Told you. I gotta take my time loosening her up before I fuck her up there. Or you could hold her down and force yourself in. She’ll cry either way.”

You whimper needily between them. It’s crazy how they continue to talk about you as if you’re not splayed naked right there. But it turns you on beyond belief, the idea that you’re just an object to them, that they can discuss you as easily as they would discuss what’s on the morning news. It makes you want them even more, especially now that Curtis has lifted his head up, Ari’s fingers have stalled and even Steve has pushed your face back down to his boot.

The blond is busy palming his dick as he now gazes down hungrily at your exposed ass, “If we’re gonna vote on it, I say force it in. She’s just a hole at the end of the day, and she’s going to be taking more than one cock up her ass tonight regardless.”

Mewling softly, you reach out with grabby hands for one of them, as if silently begging them to keep touching you, to give you some sort of contact because all of it seems to have stopped as the three older men casually discuss your body. You can feel your slick pouring down and coating your thighs, making them sticky with your arousal but you don’t dare to touch yourself.

“P-Please, daddy, please touch me.” You don’t know who you’re addressing, but your desire overtakes your fear of the three intimidating men. Face nuzzling Steve’s calf, ass wiggling pointedly towards Curtis and hips grinding down on the carpet below you, you know shame is something you’ve left far, far behind. “Please. Need–wanna be touched!”

Ari’s fingers find your mouth, pushing past your lips and effectively shutting you up.

“I don’t know. There are certainly other ways to stretch her out.” The mischief is evident in Curtis’ eyes when he suddenly reaches for something on the coffee table. Your eyes, hazy with lust, follow his hand, breath hitching when he grabs his now empty beer bottle.

“What do you think, sweetie?” Curtis asks you, “You want daddy to stuff this bottle up your ass like you’re some kind of cheap whore performing tricks at the brothel?”

You cower as Ari gathers you into his lap, your back against his chest and his hands gripping your bare thighs, spreading them wide open for the other two men to see, pussy spread open and splayed out with wetness trickling down your thighs, glistening and embarrassingly obvious.

“She looks scared.” Steve remarks, “You scared, sweetheart?”

You quiver in your husband’s arms, nodding in response although your fearful eyes don’t leave the bottle in Curtis’ hand. The neck alone is daunting, and the rest of the bottle has an even wider girth that makes your unprepped asshole twitch in fear.

“Use your words when you’re talking to me.” The blond growls, irritation clouding over his handsome features.

“Y-Yeah, I’m scared.” You answer softly.

“But you’re gonna do it anyways, aren’t you?” Ari sings in your ear, slapping your thigh to spread your legs out even further, bending your knees and adjusting you so that your rear hole is in full view. And you’re so wet, so incredibly wet that your juices spill down to stain Ari’s jeans and the couch.

You turn to look at your husband with pleading eyes, hoping to find a semblance of pity in his handsome face, “D-Daddy, please. Please don’t make me – AH!”

Again, your face is whipped to the side with another unforgiving slap, and Ari smiles down at you so casually, as if he’s just kissed you good-morning instead of slapped you in the face. “Honey, you know better than to deny your daddies.”

That’s how you find yourself laid out on the coffee table, three pairs of eyes belonging to three very intimidating and powerful men staring down at you as if you’re a piece of meat and they’ve been starving for days.

“Stay the fuck still, whore.” Curtis barks; he’s got your legs over his shoulders to give him better access to your puckered hole, grip harsh as he tries to keep you from flailing around. Your hole’s been stretched out by his and Ari’s thick fingers and a mix of your wetness and his saliva, but it still burns as he tries to force the thicker end of the beer bottle into you.

“H-Hurts!” You mewl, blindly grabbing at anything you can – which happens to be the collar of Steve’s shirt. Ruthlessly, the blond shoves your hand off of him, instead guiding it to his erect dick which is still wet from your saliva.

“If you’re gonna grab on to something, might as well be useful about it.” His dick is so thick, and just as big as Ari’s from what you can feel. Your little hand barely wraps around it, but you can’t even focus on pleasuring him because of the violating pain of the beer bottle being stuffed up your ass.

Ari guides your other hand to wrap around his dick, which is now also out of his unzipped jeans. “C’mon baby, jack us off the way I taught you to. The way I like it.” His tone is mesmerising, it’s almost instinctive when you obey, pumping the two thick dicks in your hands, trying to focus on their veiny girth and the way they twitch against your palms, how hard they feel, how big they both are.

“Oh, fuck, daddy, it hurts!” You cry out again, legs tightening around Curtis’ shoulders as he continues to stuff the unforgiving glass bottle up your ass. The buzzcut-haired man swats your thigh warningly, dislodging the bottle from your puckered hole completely, leaving you gaping as he swirls it around your pussy, gathering your wetness on its surface before returning it to your ass.

“Cut the complaining, baby girl. Your daddy already told us you’re a slut for anal, how much you love taking cock up your ass. How is this bottle any different, huh?” Curtis kisses up your thigh, slowly staring to fuck the bottle in and out of your ass as he sucks on your sensitive skin – no doubt leaving a mark in the process.

Meanwhile, Steve guides your hand to his balls, making you fondle and squeeze them, play with them indecently while the blonde grunts lowly, “God, wish my bitch of an ex-wife was half as compliant as you. What made you decide to become such a slutty whore, huh sweetheart?”

“W-Wanted to please daddy.” You answer quickly, knowing that if you didn’t then there’d be hell to pay – and probably another slap.

Ari smirks, brushing your hair out of your face almost tenderly as you continue to jack him off, “Damn right. It’s beautiful how just a few months ago, you were a naïve little virgin, and just look what a cockslut you’ve turned into now.”

“She’s still naïve, I’d say.” Curtis pipes up, his bicep muscles tensing as he shallowly fucks you with the beer bottle, in and out and in and out so rhythmically yet you’re seeing stars created from your own pain and sick pleasure.

“Naïve? More like dumb. Don’t think I’ve met a slut with an emptier head – but that’s what makes her the perfect wife, I guess.” Steve muses.

Being the “perfect wife” leads to you splayed out on the coffee table while the three men return to their seats, leaving you panting, unsated and still with the beer bottle lodged up your ass.

“Keep your legs open, angel.” Ari commands you, picking his deck of cards back up and that’s when you realise that they plan to ignore you and continue with their poker game instead. A low whine sounds past your lips at the thought.

“Look at her, crying like a baby again. She’s used to you spoiling her, Ari. Bet she thinks we were gonna make her cum or something.” Curtis snickers, kicking his feet up on the table, dangerously close to your pussy.

“P-Please – n-not fair – wanna cum so bad!” You cry softly, wanting to touch your pussy so badly but not knowing whether or not you had the permission to do it. And you’d much rather have one of them touch you, knowing it would feel so much better.

“You’re the entertainment tonight, before anything else, whore. The entertainment doesn’t get to cum until your daddies say so.” Steve says firmly, holding his cards in one hand and pumping his dick leisurely with the other, hungry blue eyes devouring the sight of you in such a compromising position in front of him, “You’re going to stay like that while your daddies play our game, and you better fuck yourself with that bottle the whole time.”

So that’s what you do, pursing your lips in pain as you do it. Never in a million years did you imagine yourself being used as the visual entertainment for your husband and his friends; naked and splayed out while they made you fuck yourself with a beer bottle. You can feel your asshole stretch and burn at the intrusion; eyes scrunching shut from the pain that blooms. But your pussy is so wet, slick cream pooling on the coffee table underneath you in the filthiest sight imaginable.

“God, she looks hot as fuck.” Curtis is quick to comment, his boot nudging your thighs open even more so he can get a better look, “You ever think of doing porn, sweetie? You’d be a natural, just look at the way you’re putting on such a filthy show for your daddies.”

Almost instinctively, you arch your back, the bottle making obscene squelching noises as you fuck it past the tight ring of your asshole, little pants leaving your mouth as if you’re a dog in heat.

“She’s enjoying herself.” Steve clicks his tongue at the observation, barely looking up from his deck of cards.

“You’re not allowed to cum, angel. Remember that.” Ari says casually, his words making you mewl in frustration.

But it’s hard not to cum when you’re so wet, and Curtis’ boot keeps nudging against your leg, inching closer and closer to your pussy till the sole grazes against your clit and you gasp loudly, jerking forward, “AH, daddy!”

The older men all ignore you, continuing their own conversation whilst you shiver and convulse and whimper between them, trussed up like a Christmas turkey, trying your best to focus and keep your legs apart as you continue to sheath your poor, quivering asshole with the beer bottle.

But more than the beer bottle, all you can really focus on is Curtis’ boot and how he’s so obviously pressing it against your wet folds, making the leather glisten with your juices. Half panicked, you whip your head towards Ari, wondering if he sees what his friend is doing. But your husband seems determined to ignore you – almost as if you’re not even there.

“Daddy,” you cry softly, not really knowing who you’re crying for. It’s instinctive and slightly shameful when you can’t help but grind down against Curtis’ boot, your pussy squelching and needy from being treated like a whore. And the buzzcut haired man doesn’t even acknowledge you, cigarette lazily caught between his lips as he digs his boot into your wet cunt.

It doesn’t take long until you’re riding his boot, grinding down on it as if your life depends on it, panting like you’re in heat as his shoe swirls around your wetness. Your cream coating the leather, he digs into your clit, nudging at your sensitive bundle of nerves and making you moan out wantonly in pleasure.

“Ah, ah daddy–oh fuck!”

You’re squirting all over his shoe before you ever realise what’s happening, so much of your cream now pooling on the coffee table that it’s made the surface slippery. And Curtis continues to push his boot cruelly into your sensitive button, and like a thirsty whore you hump against him, riding out your high and forgetting that there’s anyone else in the room.

“Levinson, looks like your whore wife doesn’t know how to follow instructions.”

Ari leans down over your quivering form, “Honey, what did I say about not cumming?” His voice brims with disappointment and you just want to bury your face in your hands.

“ ‘m sorry,” you hiccup, “C-Couldn’t help it. Mr. Ev-Everett – He used his shoe… wouldn’t stop!”

“Look at her, tattling to her daddy again.” Curtis laughs, getting to his feet and giving your ass a hard smack that has you howling with pain, “You’re lucky I’m not gonna make you lick your mess off my shoe, you horny bitch. But I think I’ll give my wife the honour of doing that when I get home tonight.”

Your eyes are wide as saucers as Ari helps your shaky body get on your hands and knees on the coffee table. From his pocket, he pulls out a leather leash, casually hooking it to your collar and tying the other end around the leg of the table, effectively trapping you in place.

“Stay still honey, and stick your ass out nicely so I can see it,” Ari commands softly, and it’s the gentleness in his voice that scares you the most. Because you’ve broken his rule – you’ve cum without permission, and you can’t even begin to imagine what’s going to happen now.

It’s the deathly quiet that has your heart beating harder than ever, this ominous sense of foreboding building up as the three men surround you like a pack of depraved wolves. Hunger in their eyes and hands itching to touch your body as they close in on you slowly, and Ari strokes your hair softly – but it feels like the softness that precedes the inevitable blow…

“I told you not to cum without permission, honey.” Ari breathes in your ear, “I guess you’ll have to learn how to follow orders the hard way, won’t you?”

Your breath hitches when you hear the unmistakable sound of Steve’s belt as he unbuckles it.

Well! There we go! The truth is, I wrote this fic many, many months ago and lost inspiration to complete it - which is why it ends where it does. I would never say never to a potential part 2, but who knows! I feel like I’m in my soft dom loving era atm, so this kind of depraved stuff isn’t as easy for me to write anymore. But do tell me what you think, as I know a lot of you have been waiting for this for many months! Please reblog and comment and let me know what you think! Any thots and ideas about this fic are also totally welcome! I hope you enjoyed.

#chris evans #ari levinson #steve rogers #curtis everett #dark steve rogers #dark ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans fanfiction #curtis everett x reader

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT (AU masterlist)

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FEATURED PAIRINGS — Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Reader / Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Reader / Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Reader / Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Reader / Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Reader / Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Reader / Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Reader / Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reader AU INTRO — The local fire department, the famous and beloved Station 616, is just teeming with eligible bachelors... but not for long! Summers are for falling in love, after all.

CONTENTS AND WARNINGS — Modern AU, firefighter AU, crossover fic, language, fluff, mild angst, sexual content (ranging from mild to explicit), rom-com vibes, no use of y/n, each character gets their own Reader (not a poly fic), playboy tendencies, age gap, friends to lovers, workplace romances, enemies to lovers, allusions to divorce/troubled marriages, and possibly more as the stories are written.

NOTE — Each story is a three-part miniseries and can be read as standalones. I do not currently have any plans to write any more than what’s listed, but I will never say never. There is also no release schedule; I will post at my own leisure so please refrain from asking, thank you!

LAST UPDATED: March 31, 2024 STATUS: Coming Soon

PLAYING WITH FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Photographer f!Reader

Ari is the dedicated fire chief of Station 616 who runs the show with an iron fist and a heart of gold, but the one thing he can’t seem to get a handle on is his personal life—until the Station is partnered up with a new bright-eyed photographer for this year’s charity calendar photoshoot. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

MOTH TO A FLAME _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Firefighter f!Reader

There are strict rules to be followed in life, otherwise the world would descend to chaos, right? You insist on never dating a coworker, while Bucky insists on not dating at all. Well, fortunately for the both of you, everyone knows rules are made to be broken. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

FIRE AND WHISKEY _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Bartender f!Reader

It’s tradition that the entire squad heads down to the same local hole in the wall for any occasion, no matter what it is, okay? It has absolutely nothing to do with Jensen’s insanely obvious crush on the badass bartender, capeesh?  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

COMIN’ IN HOT _  ╰┈➤ ft. Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Volunteer f!Reader

At just 5’4” and 95 pounds soaking wet, Steve is the scrawniest yet the most determined member of the 616 team. Often underestimated, he finds solace in a budding relationship with the part-time volunteer at the firehouse, who seems to see right through his physical appearance. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

BURNING UP _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Business Owner f!Reader

You are horrified when you head to work one day only to discover that your precious store has gone up in flames. And if that isn’t already terrible enough, it seems the crabby, unsmiling fire marshal assigned to your case is already convinced that you’re guilty of arson. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HEAT WAVE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Environmentalist f!Reader

Loki, the enigmatic and secretly sensitive member of the team, is dispatched to a scene across town, he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman from his past, chained to a tree, and leading an environmental protest that is quickly getting out of hand. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WARM BEDS _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Teacher f!Reader

Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HOT-BLOODED _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader

You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control.  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WORLD ON FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader

Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰

#ari levinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor odinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #jake jensen x reader #frank adler x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #firefighter au #au: heat of the moment #marvel fanfiction #chris evans character fanfiction

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Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand

Neighbours

A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.

I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.

You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.

You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.

“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.

Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.

“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”

“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.  

“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.

“Brian you can’t-“

“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.

The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.

Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.

“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.

Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”

Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“You, ok?”

“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”

“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”

“Tequila?”

“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.

You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;

“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.” You spoke as you poured two shots.

“Ex-wife.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.

“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.

“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.

“Another?” You smirked at him.

1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.

“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.

“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.

“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.

You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“

“Sexy Jesus?”  He crocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”

“I’m Jewish.”

“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.

“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”

“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.

“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”

“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”

“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”

Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.

“I mean that depends…”

“On…?”

“On your definition of slutty.”

“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.

“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.

He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.

Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.

His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.

His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.

He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.

Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.

“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.

You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.

“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.

Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.

“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.

You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.

He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.

“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.

His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.

“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.

“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.

Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.

Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.

Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.

“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”

He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.

“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.

He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.

Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.

You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.

You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.

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[snowdrop-ivy]

Favor. | Part 4

Summary: Ari Levinson was an ego embodied in a man. Yep, he's an asshole. Y/N knows it yet she still married him. How? She doesn't know. And now, she doesn't know how to get him to sign the divorce papers.

A/N: Hey! Short update while getting back into writing zone. Hope you enjoy

That’s what he did. He made her coffee, breakfast, lunch, dinner, put out your clothes, did your laundry but nothing. He didn’t hear a word from her except for her mumbled thanks. He understood though, he knew what he said and meant it. He’ll give her space as much as she wants. Probably a lot of space since they’re going to have another extraction tonight. Ari and Sammy are checking the tires before they go. Sammy knew what was going on, he doesn’t know the exact details but he knew something was up since Ari isn't his usual self.

“Hey,” Sammy called. 

Ari looked up to him, not answering but enough to acknowledge his call. “You okay?” He then asked.

His friend sighed deeply before shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

They looked at each other briefly before bursting into laughter. “Now?”

Sammy pursed his lips. “Maybe after this.”

“Only with a beer,” Ari nodded. Sammy agreed before they proceeded on their mission. Same routine, same track, different people. That’s their goal. It was a successful extraction. 1025 people got on the boat. “Mr. Levinson?” A guy pushing the boat called him, “This came for you.”

He accepted an envelope addressed to him but doesn’t have a return address. He had a hint of what it is. It’s probably the divorce papers Y/N’s lawyer sent to him for the 11th time. They got back to the resort. The guests are sleeping. Rachel and Y/N shared a room for the night. Sammy got them a beer for all the guys and they sat down on the veranda. 

“You invited them?” Ari asked Sammy as he saw Max and Jake sitting down, sharing a cigarette.

“Thanks for that,” Max sarcastically smiled at him.

Ari rolled his eyes before sitting down.

“Okay, talk,” Sammy said before lighting a cigarette.

Ari huffed out. “Well, something happened between us. I talked to Rachel and she told me to make up everything. Which I did. I made her everything, gave her the space she needed. And then, I got this today,” He placed the papers he received earlier.

“You think she planned this?” Jake asked.

“Yeah,” He answered. “I mean, she planned that before but with everything that happened now I don’t know what she wants.”

“Did you try asking her?” Sammy asked him.

He looked at their room. “No.”

“Are you planning to?” Max asked this time.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think you should,” Jake butted in. “She’s very confused. Rachel’s making her more confused. She talked to her about being selfish or something.”

“What?” They all asked.

Jake looked at them and raised his brow. “Yeah, she said how Y/N’s always been selfless and maybe now is the time to choose herself.”

“I didn’t tell her that.”

They jumped on their seats when they heard Rachel.

“What the hell?” Ari said, panting.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Jake chuckled before sitting down again.

“So what did you say to her?” Sammy asked Rachel as she sat down and stole his beer.

“Why don’t you go ask her?” She nodded her head to Y/N walking back to their room. Y/N turned her head and saw them altogether. She doesn’t want to be with anyone so she just waved at them. “She said it’s too cold in my room so she’ll go back.”

They all looked at him. Ari huffed out before walking to their room. He opened the door and she saw Y/N sitting on her side, her back faced her. 

“Hey,” He called her, sitting on his side, facing her.

Y/N turned. “Hi,” she smiled.

He smiled back. They both sat there looking at each other awkwardly. It was like the time Ari admitted he loves her two weeks after they started dating. “So…”

“Everything okay?” She asked.

Ari chuckled, not knowing what to respond. He has all the thoughts in his head but doesn’t have the words to say it. Y/N saw the hesitation on his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” She asked.

Ari sighed, nodding. “Do you regret it?” His brows creased and lips pursed.

She took her time to answer because she doesn’t want to hurt or confuse him. She hung her head and sighed. “Not one bit.”

And that’s the truth. She didn’t. It was awkward waking up to it but other than that, not one ounce of regret in her body, mind, and heart.

Ari sighed with relief when he heard it. He chuckled lightly before rubbing his face. “Me too.”

“Do you still wanna try? On us?” He questioned, hoping to hear the answer that he wanted to hear. But he scratched that. In his mind, he’ll accept what answer she gives because she deserves it. This time, she’ll be on the top of his list. Her name is capitalized and bold.

“It wouldn’t hurt,” She answered, a smile slowly creeping up. Ari cupped her cheeks before kissing her forehead and pulling her into a hug. He soaked up her scent; so sweet and smells like beer. He just felt calm now. Like nothing can take away the happiness he is feeling. 

Y/N smiled and hugged him back. She loves him still but this time, she’ll put herself first. It wouldn’t hurt to give their marriage a try. She’s better, wiser, and braver. How brave can she get giving her marriage a second chance while on a mission that can get them killed anytime.

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[biteofcherry]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Petals

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: When cleaning post mission scene you notice seemingly innocent, but fascinating flowers. Getting close to them results in something worse than a rash. 

warnings: sex pollen; slight dub-con due to sex pollen (but otherwise consented); unprotected sex; fingering;

Fringe Benefit Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; stucky x female reader

summary: You hope that your solid plan to pay back your brother’s debt will be accepted by the dangerous businessmen slash mobsters. Steve and Bucky see holes in your plan and offer you a different solution.

warnings: dark Steve Rogers dark Bucky Barnes; dub-con; manipulation; forced orgasm; blowjob; deepthroating; power imbalance; explicit sexual situations; praise kink; breeding kink;

Ruby Deux Masterlist

Dom!Bucky Barnes x submissive reader x Dom!Curtis Everett

summary: It was always hard for any partner of yours to accept that though you were sweet and nurturing, and soft all around, you had desires that were anything like it. Tenderness and gentle love making rarely worked for you, as your mind always flew away to fantasies of being chased and forced and taken in most primal ways. You knew the community of Ruby Garden won’t be judgmental of your desires and you hoped to find a play partner who would match with at least a dose of it. You never expected to find yourself trapped between two beefy men, who make your fantasies seem bland compared to the reality of primal, raw way they take you.

warnings: D/s dynamic; power imabalnce; primal kink; chase kink; DPing;

Echo that thunders

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: The life you and Bucky built has crumbled. Or so you think. But maybe some ruins can be reconstructed, if true love is given a chance?

warnings: angst; lots of feels; hurt/comfort; divorced couple; mention of past infidelity; marital problems; both Reader and Bucky are self-blaming and self-punishing idiots; and obviously are still deeply in love; they need therapy and I encourage that; reconciling intimacy

A splash of courage

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: Getting caught in the rain with Bucky.

warnings: none! 😱 a tiny dose of nudity and a hint at smut, but overall it’s just pure, sweet fluff

Filled Mission

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: You catch baby fever after holding baby Morgan. Bucky can’t say no to your needy pleading for long.

warnings: none; pure fluff with lots of terrible puns; mentioned breeding kink, but nothing explicit happens

untitled mountain guide Bucky Barnes drabble

Bucky Barnes x female reader

prompt: “You stole all the covers and got me cold, so it’s only fair I steal your underwear and get warm inside you"

Demolition Duo Masterlist

Ari Levinson x reader x Bucky Barnes

summary: Ari and Bucky are your friends, but this summer they push your friendship a little further. You feel helpless against them, but do you even really want to fight them?

warnings: power imbalance; dominant Ari Levinson; dominant Bucky Barnes; slight degradation; consensual (sliiightly edging on dub-con)

Just the tip

Bucky Barnex x female reader

summary: The night before Bucky ships off to war, you spend the night together.

warnings: unprotected sex; barebacking; Bucky is a lethal charmer

Summer Entrees Masterlist

summary: A triptych of three summer drabbles focusing on heat-induced, pool fun. Each drabble is with a different character.

Bucky + What do you like? drabble

Pic inspired drabble

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[botnasty]

Part One: Prologue

Pairing: Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader  

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for the man is too proud to let you go. That’s when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer, with him you’ll finally be free of pain... right?

Words: 2.7K

Warning: ANGST, cheating, mention of cheating, mention of death, mention of psychological abuse, mention of abuse, divorce, hurt/comfort, beefy!Ari Levinson, size difference, size kink, mention of sex, 

Series Masterlist

You were doing it. You were finally doing it. After years of being miserable, of being a shell of who you used to be, you were breaking off the chain that Ransom placed around you with that ring. 

Before him, you loved life. You were living it at his fullest. Your friends, Marna and Sam, and you used to do all sorts of things together. You would go on hikes, try new cafe places after class and before going to your shared apartment, but what you liked the most was visiting the museum of Fine Art. you went once with your mother when you were a child and it had become immediately your favorite place. “It’s like you’re in a completely different world. Like the paintings were making you travel all around the world.” Is what your mother kept saying when describing how you were in that place, and she wasn’t wrong. It's what made you decide to study the history of art in college. It’s also where you met Ransom, which is why you haven’t been there in years. The place was now tainted with his memories.  

You loved Ransom, you really did. You thought you would’ve grown old with him and have a few kids, but after the marriage, it’s like he became a whole new man. Gone was the Ransom that called you Bunny, cuddled you to sleep and made love to you. Now he has become bitter, always angry at the world and you. Like every single inconvenience was because of you when all you wanted was to show him love. He made you stop going to school, stopped you from seeing your friends saying ‘they were a bad influence’ and just kept you almost locked in his mansion. 

Slowly but surely, you became a shell of who you were. You were now constantly on your toes around him, trying not to anger him and always watching what you were saying. If you spoke a little too loud, he would scream. If not loud enough, he would also scream. You couldn’t express yourself anymore.

Everything had faded. Every time you shoved love for something you were shamed, humiliated. All the emotions you felt were tossed to the side. You were not yourself, you were a doll for Ransom to toss everywhere and mold how he wanted.

What made you decide to finally break it all off was when you found out he had cheated on you for the fourth time in your own marital bed. Before it was just mark of lips on his clothes, parfum, the whole cliche thing, but now he had taken things a little too far.

You wish you were at her place, weren’t you?

Was what he said when you found the both of them, this girl on her hands and knees, back arching, as Ransom plowed into her from behind. Both were looking at you as they both continued. You just stared at them, not a feeling inside of you instead of shame for yourself. Shame for still being with this man after all he’s done to you. 

You had just sighed and closed the door behind you, not a tear in your eyes. Nothing. But that shame inside of you is what made you decide to get a divorce, but you didn’t know when to do it.

When Ransom was found guilty of killing his grandfather, which wasn’t surprising to you, the world was smiling at you. This was the perfect time. Your way out. When the day came that Ransom went to prison, instead of going with him to say your goodbye, you came here. 

Levinson’s Lawyer. 

You were doing it. you were gonna be free. 

You lightly tap your feet on the ground as the man in front of you named Ari Levinson, like what was written on the plate at the door, looked at your case. The man certainly didn’t look like a lawyer, with his long hair that stopped below his hair, his gruff beard and big very big build. The man was most likely twice your size and height. He was wearing a clean black tux with a white undershirt, slightly unbuttoned which made you able to see a little of his chest hair. The man seemed to be covered in hair everywhere. You saw him more as a lumberjack. You felt intimidated by him because you knew the man could probably crush you with one squeeze.

“So, I read here, Miss Drysdale, that you want to be divorced from Ransom Drysdale.” You cringed internally at the name he used. “Is that right?” The man looked at you with his blue eyes, his gaze a little too piercing to you so you looked down as you nodded. He went back to the paper. “And you don’t want anything that he owns which is a good thing. The man got some solid lawyers.”

You fidgeted with the wedding still on your fingers as you nodded once again. You knew very well he had powerful people by his side. He was Ransom Drysdale after all. The man came from old money and had people wanting to find dirt on him for years. “Yeah, I know that, Mr. Levinson, but we don't have a child together, we don’t have a shared account, don’t you think it could be easy?” You pleaded, your eyes finally finding his.

Ari signed and put the paper down. “Depends on the man, Miss. Drys–”

“Please, use my maiden name. I don’t want any association with that man. Please.”

Ari restarted, this time using your real name, making a little weight get off your shoulder. One step at the time. “We don’t know what he wants to do, right now. If the man wants to keep you, it could become messy, if he doesn’t then it would go smoothly.”

Ari put down the paper on his wooden desk and leaned. “But, let me tell you something, Miss. I hate abusers, so I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure you never see the man again.” A sob escaped you. 

Ari got up his chair and went around the desk. He crouched in front of you and took your hands in his. You gasped at how big they were compared to yours, at how warm and rough his skin was as he played with the wedding band. “Everything will go your way. I promise. You can even start to remove it already if you want.” He said, referring to your ring.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” You said in a sob and you threw yourself in his arms, his immediately enveloping you in a hug and pulling you closer to him. You were gonna be free and all thanks to this man. 

For some odd reason, you believed him. You believed the man in front of you and that’s why you felt safe in his arms. After years of tenseness, you melted finally and that was with this man. Your eyes widen at the realization. You barely knew the guy. 

Slowly, you let go of him and let him wipe your tears away and it took everything in you to keep a blank face. “Thank you again, Mister Levinson. ”You slowly got up and took your purse. “At what time would you be willing to go through the divorce paper?” Your hands were fidgeting inside your purse to look for your phone, you were now nervous around scared he would see through your act.

Ari looked baffled at you, at the immediate change of character, but went through with it. “This week, I’m fully booked, but I could leave you my phone number to call to schedule for next week?” Is all he asked, as he got up. 

You went to give him your phone to get his number, when your eyes bulged out and all resolved went down, the man was way taller than you expected. He was probably taller than 6’5 and you didn’t know how to feel about that, one part of you got scared while the other part made your pussy gush from how big he was.

 “You—“ Your voice cracked. “You can leave your number.” Ari took your phone from your hands, his finger brushing against making you inhale sharply. 

As he typed on your phone, your eyes went to his muscle bulging with each move. You hated your brain at this moment for making you feel all sorts of things for this man you literally just met. Sure, he looked like a Greek god and wanted to help you, but he could also have dark intentions. 

“There you go, sweetheart.” Now you are sure to remove your panties when you get home. The way he said sweetheart in his gruff voice is something literally out of a porno. your eyes widened as you looked at him smiling, like he knew what he did to you. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Tha- Thank you. I’ll call you next week.” You immediately shoved your phone in your purse and shuffled out, your eyes always avoiding his and with one thing in your mind: tonight was going to be a long night with your vibrator. 

You quickly escape the building, your heels hitting the ground with a loud noise. ‘I need to get out’ are the words that keep on repeating themselves in your mind. Just constantly. You were confused. What had just happened to you? Never in your life have you instantly felt so attracted to somebody you barely knew and that scared you.

You felt watched the whole journey from Mr, Levinson’s office to down in the lobby and you hated that. Eyes, many eyes were starring at you and you stopped yourself from hiding with your purse. You felt like you were going insane, but the moment you stepped outside, everything made sense.

A horde of paparazzi was there, waiting for you to come out. “What in the fuck?” You whispered to yourself. “I can’t get out. I can’t.” If they saw you and took pictures of you, you were sure someone at the prison would tell Ransom and you couldn’t afford that.

Not now. 

You jumped when your phone vibrated in your purse. Before all this, you used to always put your favorite song of the moment as a ringtone, but Ransom hated it and almost beat you up when it rang one day. So, to this day, it’s always on the silent mode. 

You fetched inside your purse. Anxiety coursed through you when it was an unknown number, but you still answered. “Hello?” You cautiously said.

“Miss? It’s Ari.” Ari?

“I don’t recall giving you my phone number? And we just spoke, I don’t understand the meaning of this call.” You sounded harsh and professional, trying to make your body understand that what it was doing wasn’t good. Making you horny and wet for this man wasn’t something you wanted or needed right now. 

“Take the door on the other side of the building.” Was all he said. “You can hide from the pictures there.”

You felt bad. The man only wanted to help you. “Thank you... I’m sorry. I’ll call you next week.”

You were about to end the call when Ari said your name. Not your family name. Your first name. Your ears couldn’t help but perk up at the sound. “I don’t know how those people found out you were here, but I’ll find the person and have a stern talk about client confidentiality.” Your breath was stuck inside you. Ari continued. “And you don’t have to excuse yourself. I know you must be in a hard situation at this moment.” You hummed in approval. “I’m here for you. Whenever.” With those last words, the call ended. 

That week was the worst week of your life. Somehow people found out you had gone to a divorce lawyer and like people say: words traveled fast. Every day, you had been followed everywhere, you received calls from the news, journalists and from the one person you didn’t want to talk to: Ransom. Somehow, probably because a guard spilled it to him, he found out about it too and wasted his one phone call a day to you, but each time you refused it. Dreading to hear what he has to say. 

You were tired, so tired. You had a feeling divorcing that man wouldn’t have been a joyful ride, but you didn’t think it would be hell. 

Every day, you would wake up to a dream about that giant lawyer with sweat all over your body, your underwear fully drenched and a little bit of shame for dreaming about the stranger like that, but the moment you saw all the notifications on your phone, all that pleasure and good feeling from the dream would just drain out of your body and reality settled in. 

Today was none different. You woke up with the dream still very vivid in your mind. His gruff voice telling you all the dirty things he wanted to do. 

Look at you barely able to take my cock. 

Such a sweet warm pussy, all mine. 

You’re all mine aren’t you, sweetheart. 

You bit your lips.

You really needed to get laid. 

You sighed and got up the bed to go-on with your days. After a good shower to remove all the remnants of your wetness in between your legs and your skin-care routine, you went downstairs for your breakfast.

You looked outside to see the weather and sighed. “Will they ever leave me alone?” Paparazzi. Loads and loads of them waiting for you to get out of your house. You closed the curtains and continued your journey to the kitchen to continue your morning. 

Just as the clock turned eleven. You decided it was finally time to call Ari for this meeting this week. As you pick up your phone, you cringe in the background. It was still a picture of you and Ransom on your second date when he kissed you on the cheek. Those were simpler times.

The phone rang in your ear. One, Two. Thr– “Hello?” His deep voice took you by surprise. 

“Mr. Levinson. It’s me.” You told him your name. You shivered when you heard him repeat it to you. “You-” Your throat became tighter with nervousness. “You said to call for the appointment?”

You heard shuffling in the background. “I did, indeed. If you would be willing. I am going to lunch right now. If you would like, you could join me and we could talk ‘bout it?”

You nodded and you wanted to slap yourself because he clearly couldn’t see you. “Yes, just send me the address and I’ll be there shortly.”

You could hear the smile as he responded. “Good, I’ll be seeing you soon, Miss.” And the phone disconnected.

A few moments later, you jumped as your phone rang once again. “Why is Ari calling again?” You unlock your phone and answer the call. “Hello, Mr. Levison? Is there a problem with the divorce paper?” You looked at the floor curiously as to why he wasn’t answering. All you could hear was breathing and shuffling. 

“Probably a butt dial.” You whispered.

“Oh no, bunny.” You froze, why did he start using that nickname, now, of all time. “It certainly isn’t. Been trying to reach you fo’ so long, bunny. So long. And now, since you finally answer you’ goddamn fucking phone.” You heard him take a deep breath. “You’re going to answer my questions. Why the fuck are you talking to Ari Levinson?”

Thank you so much for reading :) Feel free to reblog and tell me what you think. Also, I realize I’m kinda having a hard time with dialogue sometimes and I’m sorry for that, I’m slowly working on that.

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[draftsandrecs]

It's a bad idea, right?

Chapter 1: Soap and Suds

Pairing: Best-friends dad!Dark!Ari Levinson x College!Reader

Summary: Reader settles in at the lake house. And Ari is a panty stealer.

Word Count: 2,170

Warnings: 18+ (of course), age gap, non con voyeurism, masturbation, mention of dollplay and rape, eventual smut

Authors Note: I know it's been almost a month since I've updated. I apologize. I should be on schedule soon. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and series. Thank you to everyone who is reading!

The lake house reminds you of an Airbnb rather than a cozy quaint type that you’re used to. The house has a wrap around porch on both levels with multiple places to eat, tan, or relax. Tall and large windows create an open space complimenting the view. The two-story property sits on a few acres of land with beautiful trees surrounding it. Of course, a lake accompanies the house not too far from its front steps. Surprisingly the water isn’t as murky and green as you thought it would be. Instead, it’s clearer than most lakes and you can actually see what you’re stepping in.

Your bag hangs on your shoulder as you and Mia walk towards the house. You remind yourself to thank her with dinner or something for making this trip happen. You can’t remember the last time you gave yourself a break. Summers meant either working for any extra money or becoming a homebody until school started again.

“I told my dad to get us some mixers and wine so we wouldn’t have to go out much. I also gave him a list of food and snacks we like. But knowing him, he probably just grabbed whatever he thought we would like without looking at the list,” Mia looks at you as she rolls her eyes playfully. You tell her that you don’t care what’s in the kitchen as long as you have drinks on standby.

As you walk into the house with her, you’re greeted by her dad, Ari. You’ve always thought he was a handsome man, but it’s never been anything more than a passing thought. But now that you’re seeing him again, you begin to feel heat forming. Not just from your cheeks either. While you’ve had a few boyfriends and hook ups, Ari makes you feel different. His aura exudes a certain energy. You couldn’t figure out if was just because he’s an older man or if it was just his presence that made it seem that way. He seemed more rugged now but considering his past divorce and older age, it would make sense. His age and maturity, let alone experience, makes you wonder what it would be like with him.

“I’m glad that you guys made it safe. I know it’s a little out of the way,” said Ari said pulling you out of your thoughts. He was dressed in a casual manner, a grey cotton shirt paired with jeans.

“It was no problem, we made here in one piece, didn’t we Mi?” You look at Mia, both smiling at the small remark.

He gave you a small nod in appreciation as Mia spoke up.

“Yeah, it was okay. Though I wish you would’ve told me the driveway up here was hell. I was afraid of how steep it was.” You and Mia laugh at her comment. It was true though; the driveway is sort of steep since it sits on a hill. You had to remind her multiple times that her car wasn’t going to roll backwards as long as she kept driving forward.

Ari flashed a small smile replying, “I didn’t think to mention it, I apologize for that.” His eyes scanned over your figure. You felt somewhat out of place now that you’re in his presence with no bra. You’re sure that he could see the outline of your breasts even through the baggy t shirt. Depending on if he looked straight at your chest he might could even see your nipples.

And he could. Right as you walked through the door, he was able to see your breasts. It didn’t help that the house was cold and not too long into welcoming that your nipples became hard. Just like how his dick was about to be if he didn’t leave the conversation soon.

“Why don’t you show her to the guest room yeah? Take her to the one closest to my room, the ventilation system isn’t running properly in the other one, don’t know when I can get around to fixing it just yet.”  Ari’s comment made your heartbeat faster. Maybe you’d get a chance to play out your fantasy if you played your cards right. After all, no ones every turned you down before why would he be any different?

While it may seem like a coincidence or an innocent mishap that your rooms are beside one another, it was entirely fabricated for Ari’s plan. He patted himself on the back for the quick lie. There was no messed up air conditioning system. He just wanted to be closer to you so he could indulge on his desires and perversions without getting caught. The second he saw you he knew he had to have you. The kind innocent freshman now turned woman was creating a hunger inside him. He was already creating a mental list of things he was going to do to you. But for now, he would wait, even if it meant he had to endure an aching cock.

Mia shows you around the place, getting you used to the area. The first floor that you’re on is the main floor. Two bedrooms are closer to the kitchen while on the other side of the house, the other two bedrooms are adjacent to a large porch area. The second floor is used for a studio. It’s just a bedroom, bathroom, and washer and dryer. Mia mentions that Ari is planning to renovate it soon. Maybe into a work shop or something.

You and Mia arrive at the guest room after the tour is over. The bedroom is cozy with a dresser, large bed, nightstand, and of course an attached bathroom. You make a note that you’re glad to have brought your laptop since there was no tv in the bedroom.

“I hope you don’t mind being close to my dad. I didn’t know the air conditioner stopped working but I can sleep in the guest room, and you can take my room” Mia says happily.

“No, it’s all fine, I don’t mind anyway. I kind of look forward to being near a porch. You know me being a night owl, I will probably find myself out there more than in the actual bedroom.” You shoot her offer down as you put your bag onto the bed to unpack.

“Great then! I’ll let you unpack, and I’ll do the same. Let me know when you’re done so we can do something together then.” Says Mia as she happily walks out of the room.

A small sigh escapes your lips as you unzip your bag. You rummage through the duffel as you take out your laptop first. You place it on the nightstand to move it out of the way. You’re glad you brought the laptop even if it is a vacation. While you may not be on it a lot, considering there is not tv in the bedroom, it’ll do just fine when you need it.

 You gather your pajamas, toiletries, and hair products and sprawl them out on the bed. As you take your swimsuits out you thank yourself for picking out cute ones instead of just throwing your old ones in. You also thank yourself for the cute panties and (limited) bras you brought. You weren’t a huge bra wearer in the first place, especially in the summer, but a cute matching set never hurt anyone. Especially if it meant Ari could take if off you.

Throwing the pieces and other clothes in a drawer you move everything else to other compartments or in the bathroom. You debate if you should take a shower considering it is nighttime now and the drive made you feel tired. Maybe a shower will give you the energy you need.

Turning the faucet on and letting it run, you take off your clothes throwing them by your bag as a reminder to keep a dirty pile separate from clean clothes. You find a towel and hang it nearby as you get in with your body wash and other products in hand.

Ari was nearby. He kept his door open to make sure he knew when you came and went. He saw Mia go down for a nap not too long ago. Car drives always made her sleepy. This would give him time to check on you. But of course, nothing is ever an innocent gesture when it comes to Ari.

As if luck was on his side, he heard the shower begin to run. He waited a few minutes before he crept into your room. He looked around the area, analyzing the things you set up or put on the furniture. It wasn’t too long before his eyes landed on a pile of luck. More specifically your panties. Ari made sure to keep an ear out for you as he picked up the panties. Without hesitation he pressed the panties to his face. Breathing in your smell and a hint of laundry detergent you used made him harder than he already was. He began to rub himself from the outside of his jeans, imagining how pretty your pussy must look. Feel. Taste.

He found himself right outside the bathroom. Due to the layout, the shower was in the middle of the bathroom with the shower head facing away from the door. But even with the door cracked anyone could see in.  To Ari’s advantage it gave him a great view of your backside. The water cascaded down your shoulders and back creating soapy suds. It made him wonder how soft your ass would feel against his hardness. Combined with your wetness, the friction would make it easy to stick himself between your ass. Hands gripping your hips, back arching into him, his cock rubbing over both holes until it just slips in. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed relief.

Ari began to unbutton his jeans. He didn’t waste time before he placed a hand into his underwear and tug at his hard cock. Precum had already stained his underwear and now made it easy to act as lube and pump himself. He started with slow strokes but with tight squeezes trying to replicate as close as possible what you might feel like. His breathing became a little harder as he watched you turn around and give him a full view of your body. Your breasts had a glistening look to them from the water that made him want to suck and pull at them as he pounded into you. Your nipples were just asking for attention that he would take care of when the time is right, he thought to himself.

He wrapped your panties around his cock continuing to pump into his hand. The feeling of your wetness was slick on his upper shaft and tip. Along with the soft material it began to drive him over the edge. He watched as your hands made their way down to your pussy. While he knew you were just washing yourself, he wanted to see you touch yourself. How you would play with your wet cunt, how many fingers you used. If you rubbed your little swollen clit or if you ignored the aching bud. With how wet your panties were already; he couldn’t imagine how wet you’d feel. How easy it would be to slip inside you. He was sure that your walls would grip him so perfectly unlike anyone before.

His strokes became more erratic as his thoughts became more perverse. You bent over to grab a product and your ass was in perfect line that he could see both holes. Your cunt looked inviting and just begging to be fucked. He wanted to stretch you out until you couldn’t take him anymore. He knew just from his size that he was bigger than most, but he’d make sure that you take all of him. He knew you could even if he had to force it to make it happen. He wouldn’t care if you wanted, needed him to stop. He wouldn’t anyways, not once he got a feel of you. Your pleads would fall on deaf ears. It would encourage him if anything. You would be his doll. His perfect doll that he would make a mold into being nothing more than his devoted cock slut. Your whimpers and moans would be hymns to him. Your body would be something he worshipped. You would be his to wreck beyond means.

That’s all he needed to cum. His semen painted the inside of the panties while some fell onto the floor. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cum so hard or fast. Without even catching his breath he rubbed the remaining cum into the floor, a small smile form as he imagined your bare feet walking over the sticky mess.

He was already in his room when he heard the shower turn off. He placed the panties in a random drawer as a trophy and for future use. He was just getting started.

#dark smut #dark ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levison x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #dark fic #smut #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #it’s a bad idea right series #draftsandrecs

[stcverogers]

JULY FIC RECS!

what i’ve been reading and obsessing with over the month of july

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series

masterlist

CHRIS EVANS + CHARACTERS

F: the cool kid table by @sarahwroteathing daycare isn't for the cool kids

F: the lonely tree by @sarahwroteathing 𖥻 you are the muse in the back of steve's mind

F + A: lucky charms: hockey au by @drabblewithfrannybarnes 𖥻 a hockey au featuring various chris evans characters

F + A: the watermelon song by @the-bau-quinjet steve doesn't think he's young enough for you

F + A: to live, breathe, fight, and survive by @shmaptainhotchner in the middle of a war, you find out you're pregnant

F: with this ring by @touchstarvedirl babygirl thinks her dad doesn't love her

F: plum cobbler by @the-bau-quinjet 𖥻 steve rogers investigates the strange girl who keeps showing up at the tower with plum cobbler

F + A: sweet home georgia peach by @marvelcriminalhoe 𖥻 you and steve have been seperated for a while, you make the drive back to your hometown to finalise the divorce.

F + A: downshift by @navybrat817 ari levinson thinks you're way too good for his neighbour

F: actors on actors by @astranva you and chris are invited to the variety set for 'actors on actors'

F + A: i trust(ed) you by @likeahorribledream 𖥻 who would have thought yours and ransom's relationship was built upon a lie

F + A: no matter where i lay my head by @rodrikstark screw steve rogers and his friends

F + A: tomorrow by @just-dreaming-marvel 𖥻 you are steve’s greatest strength and greatest weakness.

F + A: on the run by @writing-for-marvel 𖥻 when you let steve and the team seek refuge in your home, the last thing you expected was to go on the run with him

F + A: everything and beyond by @rodrikstark 𖥻 the one where you like steve and steve likes you

F + S: what a world by @onsunnyside 𖥻 steven rogers was raised by the jungle, away from modern society. what happens then when you and a team from stark industries introduce yourself to him?

F: with you, i'm home by @sweetascanbee stuck in your local ikea after a snowstorm, steve rogers becomes your temporary husband

F: moving on by @intrepidacious steve rogers isn't one to speak with his words. instead, he draws.

F: the domestication of steven grant rogers - a study in red, white, and blue by @pedrito-friskito steve rogers is a man out of time, that was till he met a pretty dame in yellow

F: colour my heart by @marvelettesassemblenow the art supplies can't be the only reason why steve rogers keeps visiting the art shop round the corner

SEBASTIAN STAN + CHARACTERS

F + A: nostalgia for the new by @real-jane 𖥻 the first time you meet bucky barnes is when you find him laying in the corridor outside your door

F + A: bad reputation by @likeahorribledream 𖥻 you get a new job at natasha's autoshop and bucky is determined he's going to be the one to marry you

F + A: just one kiss by @sarahwroteathing 𖥻 ever since he was 10, all bucky ever wanted was just one kiss

F + A: mess is mine by @scrumptious-delusion 𖥻 bucky broke your heart five years ago. now that he's a professional boxer and you're happy with where you are in life, a date night out changes that...for the better?

F + A: a world of our own by @shreddedparchment 𖥻 you and the winter soldier are stranded on a deserted island. how will you survive?

F + A: a touch of ink by @deamstellarus 𖥻 you move to a new town hoping to start anew. not only did you fall in love with the place, two brunette boys wormed their way into your heart.

F + A: i'm with you by @wkemeup 𖥻 you cross paths with bucky during a flight delay

S + F: beach bum by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 plums on the beach

F: harmless by @shurisneakers 𖥻 bucky barnes does not get paid enough for this shit

F: drive? by @softlybarnes god damn it, bucky just wants to make out like teenagers

F: little lily by @raysheart bucky barnes does have a soft side afterall

F: well oiled machine by @vxntagedior you get into a car crash and his car is the last thing on his mind

F + A: neighbours by @melwilson bucky's on a mission and he sends you into a flurry of worry

F + A: sunrise by @wkemeup 𖥻 bucky's a retired army vet and finally takes the big step in visiting the local VA centre

F + A: sky full of song by @wkemeup 𖥻 a tale of two pirates

F + A: to build a home by @ussgallifrey 𖥻 bucky barnes and the family he has built with you

A: we deserved an ending by @buckystarlight a letter you wrote to bucky after he fell off the train

F + A: for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations 𖥻 bucky barnes is a baseball jock, a grade a asshole, and you definitely do not put up with his shit.

F + A: the right for you-niverse by @real-jane 𖥻 when steve leaves you behind for the life he never got to have with peggy, bucky picks up the pieces of your broken heart

F + A: every dream gone by @intrepidacious bucky finally remembers you

TOMMY SHELBY

F + A: i meant no harm by @runnning-outof-time forced into an unhappy marriage, you find solace in little charlie

F + A: is love enough? by @retromafia you refuse to come second for the rest of your life

JOAQUÍN TORRES + MICKEY GARCIA

F + A: el tiempo nos alejó by @rodrikstark even after breaking up, joaquín is still the one person you can always rely on

F: call sign: fanboy by @buckyr00s how mickey got his call sign

F: his secret by @writingdumpster sam and bucky find out about joaquín's secret girlfriend

F: facts by @asgardwinter lines that should have never been crossed, were crossed

MISCELLANEOUS

A: like us by @spookydrreid (spencer reid) spencer finally introduces you to the bau and you don't recieve the reception you though you would

F + A: cursed by @shmaptainhotchner (baron zemo) zemo seeks your home for refuge

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #spencer reid x reader #zemo x reader #tommy shelby x reader #joaquin torres x reader #claire’s fic recs

[abbatoirablaze]

Big Bad Wolf, Lloyd Hansen

Word Count:  1.5k

Warnings:  implied smut, soft dark Lloyd, implied cheating, dad's best friend, ruined marriage

“Mr. Hansen?” you asked as you opened the door to the house.  A shiver ran down your spine when you didn’t hear an answer.  Your frown only deepened when you saw the house was more trashed than normal.  Making your way up the stairs, you stopped when you saw the door half-open, Lloyd laying in a pile of blankets on the floor, “Mr. Hansen?”

“Didn’t you hear, sweetpea?” he croaked, shooting you a look, “I’m the big bad wolf.  You shouldn’t be near me.”

You frowned, having heard a few of the comments that Suzanne spewed to some neighbors on the next street over when you were jogging a few weeks prior.  She claimed that Lloyd was a horrible husband, comparable only to the big bad wolf.  She called him a predator, saying that he chewed people up and spat them out.  She claimed that he took all of her best years and gave her nothing in return. 

“Mr. Hansen…”

“Sweetheart, you’ve known me since I moved here and you’re nineteen…you can call me Lloyd…I’m not Mr. Hansen…”

“I call all of you that,” you reminded him gently, sitting down on the carpet in front of him, “Mr. Hansen.  Mr. Barnes.  Mr. Weiss.  Mr. Levinson.  Even Mr. Barber, and I’m dating Jacob.  Do you know how many times I’ve been told to call them by their first names?”

“It’s different.” He said simply. 

“It’s not, Mr. Hansen.”

“You should leave, sweet pea,” he groaned, pushing himself to his other side.  You frowned and rubbed his back softly, “please, don’t touch me honey…”

“I’m going to get to work downstairs,” you sighed, removing your hand from him.  You pushed yourself up off the carpet and reached for the door, “I’ll be up in twenty minutes to do your laundry for you, Mr. Hansen…I’ll bring up some fresh sheets from the linen closet and strip the bed…”

“You don’t have to take care of me, pumpkin.”

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes, Mr. Hansen.”

You looked to the house that was directly across the circled drive from you. 

Mr. Hansen stood at the door, his jaw clenched, and his face tear-stained, while his wife, Suzanne glared at you.  The door to the moving van slammed shut, and her glare seemed to penetrate your soul. 

You frowned.

Suzanne Hansen had hated you with a passion ever since her and her husband Lloyd moved into your quaint little neighborhood nearly three years ago.  You didn’t know why she hated you, but it was the one sure thing you knew about the authoritative alpha female who worked for the CIA. 

You got along with all the other wives in the neighborhood, but not her.  Then again, that was when they were all around.  Suzanne seemed to hate you with the most intense nature that you’d ever known, without a rhyme or reason. 

The first to leave was your mother.  Just a few years after you’d moved into the neighborhood, and she’d succumbed to the curse.  Your older neighbor, Mr. Dunham told your parents when they first moved in that your little suburban slice of heaven was notorious for breaking up couples, but your parents didn’t listen to his warning.  And sure enough, when you were four, she left, running off with a financial advisor that moved her to Paris. 

From there, you’d clung to Mrs. Levinson.  She was like your second mother, and you got along with her two daughters.  They were like your sisters.  You knew that they were never going to stay.  Your two best friends would tell you all the time that when their dad retired, they were planning on going ‘home’ to Israel, but when Ari retired, he said he wanted to stay in the states.  Mrs. Levinson agreed to disagree and asked for a divorce and went home.  You went from having Challah delivered to your doorstep on Thursday nights to sitting at a dining room table that was too large while Mr. Levinson and your dad burned more dinners than you could count. 

Next came Mrs. Barnes.  She was one that you really hoped would break the curse.  She taught you about how to be independent, and how to never depend on a man.  She taught you how to cook, and even got you interested in running.  But the retired S.H.I.E.L.D agent broke the super soldier’s heart, running off with his best friend, Steve Rogers, making a third man present at your dining table a few times a week. 

By the time you managed to befriend Laurie Barber you were becoming a pre-teen and finding your first love in Jacob Barber.  Laurie became the third instance of a mother figure towards you, giving you not only the birds and the bees talk, but also teaching you everything you needed to know about going from a child to a woman.  But when you were fourteen, she was out the door, taking Jacob with her to an apartment in the city that Andy footed the bill for.  It was two months after the divorce was finalized that Mr. Hansen had done some digging and found out that the apartment, he was footing the bill for had her assistant in it…Laurie had been cheating on Andy for years, and finally had the courage to leave him.

And then came Mrs. Weiss.  She was nice, she really was, but she was one that you gladly waited for the curse to claim.  She was always complaining about Mike, and how he needed to get his head out of the clouds and take on a real case instead of trying to fight for this one that dealt with needles.  He’d spent nearly all of his time on it over the past few years, and his partners were helping keep him afloat.  A week after she left, he won his case, and refused to take her back. 

Which is what led you to today.  Suzanne had claimed that Lloyd was a horrible human being and was divorcing him.  Today was moving out day; something you were familiar with.  And your dad, well, he was best friends with all of the men.  Mike Weiss, an attorney, Andy Barber, the ADA, Bucky Barnes, super-soldier extraordinaire, Ari Levinson, retired mossadi agent, and Lloyd Hansen, a government contractor.  Each man, just as important as the last had found a bond in your little neighborhood.  And they all had one thing in common. 

In some way or another their wives had left. 

You watched as Lloyd went back into his house, not bothering to watch the van leave. 

It was four days until you saw him again. And things had changed quicker than you could have ever imagined in just the twenty minutes it took to come back up to his door to make the bed.

“Well sweetheart, you wanted to be in bed with the big, bad wolf…” Lloyd purred huskily, staring down at you.  Your heart jumped up into your throat, making it hard to swallow as you felt his growing erection pressing against your hip, “your next words better be said carefully…because I do bite…”

You whimpered, your thighs clenching impossibly tight at the thought. You knew it was wrong.  You knew you shouldn’t have put yourself in this position. 

Hell, your boyfriend had moved in with his dad and lived right next door to the house you were currently in.  Had Lloyd’s curtains been open, you knew for a fact you could see into Jacob’s room. 

But none of that mattered.

You’d had a crush on Lloyd ever since you started cleaning his house weekly when you were sixteen.  Your heart fluttered as you looked into his lust-blown eyes.

He gave you a smile, one that showed every one of his pearly whites.  His hand caressed the column of your throat before settling at the base of your neck, “is this what you want, sweetheart?  You want the big bad wolf to eat you up?”

“God yes!”

The words had slipped out before you thought any better.  And his grip tightened enough to slow the oxygen from getting to your brain.  Your heart raced so loud; you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. 

“Lloyd.”

His eyes fluttered closed, long lashes dancing along his flushed cheeks.  You felt your core clench around nothing, wishing that he’d already used the erection he’d been grinding against you since you started helping him make the bed.

“God, I love it when you say my name, princess,” he purred, leaning in until your lips were almost touching, “say it again, baby.”

“Lloyd.”

He growled, and his grip tightened just a little bit more.  You gasped against the kiss as he stole the air from your lungs.  And the only thing you could think of was how just a week ago, your life was entirely different. 

Lloyd had been married. 

Just as every other man on your block was. 

But Suzanne Hansen succumbed to the same curse that every other wife did in your little neighborhood, leaving Mr. Hansen a divorcee with all the time in the world.    And you had never been more grateful than you were now as Lloyd’s throbbing cock grinded against your soaked shorts. 

#lloyd hansen x reader #soft lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #the gray man #gray man #chris evans characters #dads best friend

[evansbby]

➳❥ 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Dark Mafia!Ari Levinson x Naive!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | dark, smut, dubcon, daddy kink, dd/lg, dark!Ari, innocent!reader, check each story/part for separate warnings at the top, 18+ only, minors DNI. 

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You lived your life blissfully unaware of your husband Ari’s dangerous lifestyle, until one day he scared you off. Now, he’s your ex - but that won’t stop him from finding ways to control and manipulate you. 

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | Please note that these are in no particular order, but rather just a collection of one shots involving this pairing. Some are from when Ari and reader were still married and some are from after the divorce. 

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲-𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | Your ex-husband Ari takes care of you after a scary encounter. 

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 & 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | You overhear something you shouldn’t have.

𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | Ari punishes you for saying a bad word. 

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 & 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐝��𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚�� 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

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[snowdrop-ivy]

Favor. | Part 5

Summary: Ari Levinson was an ego embodied in a man. Yep, he's an asshole. Y/N knows it yet she still married him. How? She doesn't know. And now, she doesn't know how to get him to sign the divorce papers.

A/N: Hey! Been MIA but I hope you enjoy this! This is a repost bc I forgot to add the title. LOL

“What do I need to do?”

“I don’t know…” She shrugged. “I’m scared that I’ll get hurt again.”

Ari licked his lip and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Just okay,” He gave her a reassuring smile. He knows what to do. He’ll just try. Try until it’s over. If he wants her back, he has to do everything. And that’s what he’ll do. Just do everything. “You’re gonna sleep?” He asked before changing into his boxers and laying down on their bed.

She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. Her mouth was half-opened about to say something but she pursed her lips and nodded. “Sure.”

She laid down beside him staring at the ceiling. He turned to her and just gazed at her. Seizing the moment that she has with her. He’s not sure how this will end but if she still doesn't want to try then he’ll accept it and give her the freedom she wants. “Sweet dreams, honey.”

She let out a laugh before turning to him. “What are you doing?”

“What?” He giggled. “I can’t say sweet dreams to you?”

She answered with a chuckle and shook her head. “Sweet dreams, Ari.”

And that went on for countless months. She saw what he’s doing but he doesn’t know what for. And what that okay means. It’s been bothering her but she’s shrugging it off because there’s more to think about than her marriage. It was one of the days where they didn't have any guests. It was a rest and calming day for all of them. The staff went out to enjoy themselves. Max, Jake, and Sammy were racing on the beach. Angela’s sunbathing. Ari’s out for a run. And Y/N, she's reading a book she bought at the reception. She was on the verge to fall asleep when she heard the door chimes which made her bolt. “Welcome to Red Sea Diving Resort!”

“Yeah, welcome…” The voice said walking to her. It’s Walter? Walton? Fuck, she forgot. She forgot about him completely. “Mrs. Levinson?”

She was stunned. “No, it’s Thomas, Walter?”

He gave out a mirthless chuckle. “Walton.”

“Right…” She nodded. “It’s Thomas.”

“Thomas?”

She pointed at herself. “It’s Mrs. Thomas.” She looked at his two companions, who she thinks are American from their look.

“Okay,” He answered. God, she hates that word. “Where can I find Mr. Thomas?”

Ari’s at her 3rd lap across the shore. He noticed the guys and Angela outside so he thought that it’ll be a good idea to have lunch with his wife. He brought his walkman and ran inside the hotel. “Honey? Where are you?”

“In here,” She answered and stood up. She seated them at the lounge as they’re waiting for him. 

“Speaking of…” Walton stood up and faced him. Ari was confused as to why he was here. He saw Walton and Y/N together and his instinct was to get in front of his wife.

“We were waiting for you” Y/N stated as he took off his earphones. He had his arm on his waist, panting from exhaustion, and nodded before eyeing Walter.

“Mr. Thomas, it’s nice to see you again,” Walton smiled and offered his hand.

Ari shook his hand. “This is a surprise.”

Y/N felt the tension from the two. I mean, they’re just staring at each other, not letting go of their hands. 

“I bet it is,” Walton smiled. “You’re not an easy man to find.”

Ari let out a fake laugh and held her waist. She felt him tensing beside her. 

“Last time I saw you was 2 years ago,” Walton mentioned and pointed at them. “You were an anthropologist back then.”

Ari hanged his head and smirked. “Right, well, that didn’t pay the bills.”

“Yeah,” He agreed and turned to you. “And how ‘bout you?”

“I stayed home and waited for this one,” She smiled and patted Ari’s stomach. “I’ll just be in our room honey,” She stated before giving Ari a kiss on the cheek.

Ari waited for his wife to go out of the room before leading Walton to the dining room and they sat down. “Well,” Walton opened up. “The hawks are demanding stricter Sharia law. Nimeria is getting paranoid. If you ask me, this entire country is a fucking tinder box.”

Ari crossed his arms and looked around the resort. “Really?” He asked like he doesn’t know anything. “We don’t really feel that out here.”

“No?” Walton questioned. He raised his brow and gave a half-smile.

“No,” Ari confirmed, shaking his head. 

“Well,” Walton clasped his hands. “State’s sent cargo planes for us ready to evac in the event things take a turn for the worse.”

“Oh,” Ari sounded surprised. That he didn’t know.

“And this refugee crisis, it’s really not helping. You have entire refugee neighborhoods just disappearing. Into thin air,” He gestured like the wind. “The UN offers a stipend to the Sudanese for every refugee they house so when people start to disappear that’s just…” He chuckled. “...bad for business.”

“Well,” Ari rested his chin on his hand before snickering. “Only crisis we face is whether or not we catch fresh lobster,” he let out a laugh. “Just kidding.”

Walton laughed with him before looking at the table. “Well, I just got back from Gedaref where the Mukhbarat had executed another 30 people. This is quite serious.”

Ari felt his cheek tensing from holding his smile. He nodded before inhaling deeply. “I’d like to stay and chat but I gotta make lunch for my wife.”

“Sure…” Walton agreed.

“Okay,” He replied. “Enjoy the..” He said before standing up to go to Y/N.

“Kabede Bimro, right?” Walton said like it’s a question before turning his head to Ari’s direction.

Ari looked at him with questions in his eyes. “Excuse me?” He played dumbfounded.

“Hmm?” Walton enquired then stood up and buttoned his coat. “I think it’s such a funny name.”

“Yeah,” Ari nodded slightly before turning around to go to the kitchen. 

Y/N was slicing vegetables on the counter when he entered. The four was peeping through the crack watching.

“What’s the CIA doing here?” Sammy asked.

“What did he want?” Angela asked this time.

Ari propped his arms on the counter beside Angela and watched Walton leave. “I don’t know… I think to warn us.”

Jake slammed his head on the wall. “Fuck! He knows about Kabede.”

“All right, we gotta go,” Ari turned to Y/N.

She looked at him and furrowed her brow. “No, this is just so fucking stupid.”

“Right,” Sammy agreed. “Tell Kabede it’s too dangerous. We’ll pick it up in two weeks when we have a chance to assess the threat.”

Y/N furrowed her brow even more and dropped the knife. “We have 200 people—”

“We’ll have 200 more people less if we fuck it up,” Sammy turned to her. 

Ari went in front of her. “For fuck’s sake, Sammy, will you just trust me for once?” He raised his voice. 

Y/N looked through the cracks to confirm if Walton left. “They’re still here. Lower your fucking voice.”

A moment passed between Ari and Sammy. No one spoke and just looked at them. Max cleared his throat. “Well, if we’re doing this, we need to leave now.”

“What’s it gonna be?” Angela asked.

The men went on to pick up the refugees while Y/N and Angela packed their things. They made sure to clean the place up and leave no trace. Y/N went to Angela’s room to hear what’s going on and what she just heard were gunshots. She saw Angela on the bed, covering her mouth with her hand and her legs bouncing up. 

“What the fuck is happening?” She held her breath. “Is Ari shot? Are they okay?”

“If you engage, it’s all over. I’ll handle it,” Ari said through the comms.

Y/N huddled into a corner and wringed her hands over her head. Her breaths were fast and unsteady. And her head felt like it was exploding from the stress. She doesn’t know what’s happening and what’s going to happen. She stayed in that position for what felt like hours till she heard the door open. It was Angela, she glanced around and saw herself on the bed.

“Hey,” she lightly smiled. “You fell asleep.”

“Where are they?” Y/N’s hoarse voice asked.

“I don’t know,” She answered honestly. “I made coffee. We should wait for them outside.”

Angela and Y/N had their own blanket wrapped around their shoulders as they strolled the entrance of the resort. Their heads turned when they heard trucks coming. Y/N felt a relief when she saw both trucks. Max and Jake went out off the trucks. No sign of Sammy or Ari. It was just them. Angela ran up to them. Y/N stood up to hug them and peeked at the trucks.

“Where’s Ari and Sammy?” Y/N breathed in a question.

Jake didn’t answer her. She led her inside to sit and listened to the comms. Y/N didn’t have the voice to ask again since all she’s been doing is crying. They sat there and just waited for confirmation. An answer. An anything to let her know if Ari’s safe. Max lit a cigarette and shared it with her.

“Taxis has reached base,” Buchanan entered on the comms. “Cargo is safely on board.”

The four of them sighed in relief and nodded their heads. Jake rested his head against her shoulder and snatched the cigarette.

“Copy that.”

“Is there any news on team leader?”

“We;ve been monitoring radio transmissions in Khartoum. Nothing new.”

Y/N felt another batch of tears streaming down her face. All of the scenarios they went through but nothing like this. Fuck! She blamed herself on why she didn't think of this. She thought of places where they could be but she keeps ending up in nothing.

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[botnasty]

The Treachery of Love - Masterlist

Pairing: Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for you the man is too proud to let you go. That’s when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer, with him you’ll finally be free of pain... right?

Warning: ANGST, cheating, mention of cheating, mention of death, mention of psychological abuse, mention of abuse, divorce, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut at some part, beefy!Ari Levinson, size difference (and more on each chapter, read them carefully)

Part One: Prologue

Part Two: Nirvana

Part Three

More to come…

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