Lost Stars

Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Ari has a breeding kink.

Warning: breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, fluff?, mention of pregnancy, mention of birth control, language,

A/n: ari has a breeding kink and nobody can tell me differently

Word Count: 1290 words

“Hmph,”

You stir in your sleep, stretching your back out. You hatesleepingonAri’s side of the bed. Your side is much more comfortable, but after a late night last night, you both sprawled out on the bed without thinking about which side you were on.

You yawn, furrowing your eyebrows as you feel Ari’s arm plop across your stomach, pulling you closer. You open your eyes, turning your head to face your husband.

It’s hard to believe some days that you’re married to a man like this. A man who you never could’ve dreamed up. A man you never thought would look at you twice. His big arm is flexing around your body, his beard tickling the left side of your face.

“Ari,” You mutter, elbowing him in the side. You love cuddling in the morning, when the sun is shining through your windows, warming both of your bodies up. But you have to pee and his muscular arm is getting heavy. Ari groans in his sleep, rolling over on his back. You breathe a sigh of relief as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, your t-shirt dropping to the top of your thighs.

You make your way into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and relieving yourself. You open the bathroom door, your eyes landing on Ari lying in bed, his sleepy smile drawing you in. His chest is exposed, stretching his arm above his head. “Come here,” He mumbles, making a grabby motion with his hands.

You giggle, making your way to the bed. “You woke up in a good mood,” You say, settling back into bed. Ari pulls you close to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You inhale the smell of his deodorant, closing your eyes again. The feeling of Ari’s warmth, combined with his scent, almost lulls you back to sleep.

That is, until you feel a hand wandering down your back, fingers dancing above the waistband of your panties. You feel a cold index finger against your skin, slipping under the band. You raise an eyebrow, a small smile on your lips.

“Ari?”

“Hm?”

You giggle quietly, pulling away from his chest. “You have a good dream?” You ask, slightly gasping as his cold hand slips under the fabric, grasping a handful of your ass.

“Mmm, I had a great dream,” He mutters, nuzzling his nose against yours. “We were right here, in this bed… And we heard footsteps, and our door opened… And it was our little girl,”

Your heart swells as you listen to Ari explain his dream, a smile spreading over your face. You and Ari have discussed kids before, but you’ve never decided anything. Something about Ari dreamingabout having kids drives you crazy, earning a soft moan.

“And I was thinking, I can’t wait to knock ya’ up. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your little pussy and fill you up with my hot cum, over and over and over again, until you’re pregnant,”

You gasp, adding a chuckle to the end. You can feel Ari growing against your leg, pushing against you. “That took a quick turn,” You tease, rolling over until you’re on top of Ari. He slides his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts.

“Is that something you’d want?” Ari asks, his voice soft. You can tell he’s nervous to ask, but he shouldn’t be.

This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“Yes,” You breathe, nodding your head eagerly. Ari grabs your hips, grinding you against him. “Fuck,” He moans, bucking his hips up. You’re still sore from last night, but it adds to the excitement. “Get those fucking boxers off,” You mutter, grabbing at the fabric with your hands.

Ari rolls you over, kicking the boxers off of his feet. He’s left naked, towering over you. He cages your body between his thick arms, his fingers dancing down your body. His thick fingers meet your swollen clit, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. “Mm, you’re always so ready for me… Why is that?” He teases, a smirk growing across his face.

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Your nipples graze against the rough fabric of the t-shirt, hardening them. You can feel your cunt soaking your thighs, the slick running down to your ass. “‘Cause, I’m all yours,”

You whine, your voice nasally and pitchy. Ari dips his head down to your neck, licking a stripe up your neck, driving you crazy. He slides his fingers through your folds, collecting the sticky substance. He pushes his way into your tight hole, groaning when he feels you clench around his fingers. “So fucking perfect…” He groans, his mouth working over your neck. You close your eyes, enjoying his touch.

Your body completely relaxes, submitting to everything he has to offer. You whimper and moan, feeling powerful— yet, so fragile under his touch. “Mm,” You whine, your chest heaving.

Ari curls his fingers, your legs tightening together. “I know, baby, I know…”

“I… I can’t take it anymore!” You exclaim, your eyes opening. You need him, not his fingers. Your cunt is aching to be filled, your womb aching to have his child.

Ari quickly pulls his fingers away, lifting them to your lips and pushing them between your lips. You lock your eyes onto his as your lips close around his soaked fingers, your tongue twirling around them. He moans, adjusting himself so that he’s hovering over you, his cock lined up with your cunt. You brace yourself, knowing he won’t hold back.

HELP ME PICK WHICH FIC TO POST FIRST

I am currently working on three separate posts and I need your help to pick which one to post first!

1. “Lost Stars” feat. Ari Levinson: Smutty one shot with breeding kink

2. “You Knew Who I was” feat. Mafia!Sebastian Stan: Next part to my mafia!sebastian stan x baker!reader series

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Comment which one you are most interested in. All fics will be posted, but i just need help figuring out which one to prioritize!

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| Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (2000s Trailer Park AU)

|trailer park neighbours-to-lovers, meet-cute, fluff, AGE GAP, dilf bartender!Ari, Ari Levinson x OCs, reader x OCs (mentioned), innocent!reader, cigarette use, alcohol, 6’7” Ari, beefy hunk!Ari, soft!Ari, dom!Ari, flirting, nicknames, size difference, sugar daddy!Ari, rockstar!Ari, drunk!Natasha is funny, SMUT - minors DNI, accidental voyeurism: protected sex (p in v), dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, spitting, ends with second hand embarrassment (maybe)

| The sun of ‘06 is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole-damn city?

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/ | and he has arrived !! Yes, there’s cellphones in this “80s” fic, it’s more of a cross between 80s/90s vibes. Get ready for carefree trailer park shenanigans, everyone here is vulgar (except reader) and ofc, major thank you to everyone who sent asks, you’ve all helped me write this fic !! All mistakes are my own. ☼ - ☼

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It must be following me, you think to yourself and move once again as the sun beams down brutally. You shift to the side, pressing yourself against the filling station, the blueberry popsicle falling victim to the summer heat in your hand.  

Old Ricky’s is one of the many gas stations in the area, but it’s the closest to Flamingo Trailer Park which made it the perfect temporary job, temporary because you doubt you’ll be here next month. 

It’s far better than the last one you worked at—Mary Jane’s had broken windows, a busted air conditioner, and smelt an awful lot like stale coffee. The reputation wasn’t the best either, plenty of the high school kids would steal like it was nothing, and Mrs. Jane didn’t bat an eye. 

You often felt out of place in that dingy station, at least Old Ricky’s was clean, had a television and radio, and a fully functioning air conditioner. Mr. Ricky was a kind man, he didn’t tolerate stealing or even cursing, “I deal with enough of that foul-mouthed attitude at home, don’t need it here too, honeypie.” 

Your heart breaks a little as the blue treat drips down the stick to your hand. Mr. Ricky let you have all the popsicles you wanted, as long as you kept yourself clean and presentable for the customers. At this time of day when the sun is at its highest, the station was drier than a desert, but you didn’t favour sticky hands while working. You feel around your denim shorts for a napkin, but come up empty. 

Tires roll on the concrete, and after a quick peek over your shoulder, you spot a big red Chevrolet truck with thick white stripes on the sides. It’s tall, at least two—maybe more—feet off the ground with rolled-down windows and music blaring from the speakers. 

You fumble with your popsicle, trying to finish it while not making a mess, god, and you really need a napkin. 

The truck stops a few ways away, the door opens and closes as you put your heart-shaped sunglasses over your eyes. 

“You sell smokes in there?” 

You whip around, eyes wide with the cold popsicle between your lips, “Yes, s’hir.” You answer, mouth still full of the sugary treat as a few drops escape from the corners of your lips. “All kinds—I don’t know what you prefer, but I bet Mr. Ricky’s got it!” 

He’s tall, seemingly perfect for his vehicle with his broad shoulders and built stature. His peach flannel is unbuttoned all the way, exposing an off-white tank top and the shiny buckle of his belt. The clean leather is looped in his blue jeans that outline his muscled thighs all the way down to his brown boots. 

He seems a smidge familiar, perhaps you’ve seen him down at the Flamingo. And right now, those clothes do nothing to hide what’s underneath, he’s big, thick, and burly, you know that much and are a little ashamed as your mind teeters on the edge of the gutter. 

He could probably crush you like a bug.

Your eyes flicker back up to his, and he’s already staring at you. His clear blue eyes trail over your face, and down your sweaty neck. 

His dark eyebrows are furrowed from the bright sunshine, and a beard covers half his face but that doesn’t conceal any of his strong, handsome features. Thick eyelashes frame his cerulean eyes, brushing his cheekbones that are only defined by the brown facial hair, complementing his plump pink lips in a way that makes your knees a little weak. 

You don’t realize the popsicle has melted down your face until he holds out a napkin. 

“You’re making a mess, sugar.” 

When he steps closer, your throat tightens. He’s very, very tall, you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. 

“What’s your name?”

It’s only three words but his voice strums you just right—deep, creamy and confident, with a twang of an accent you can’t identify. 

“P-Pardon?” You manage, 

The man chuckles, his big hand hooks in his belt loops as he cocks his hip, “I asked for your name, sweetheart.”

He drops the ‘r’ when he speaks, and admittedly, it’s got you swooning. Your eyes flicker to the waist of his jeans where the denim meets his tanned skin, but you quickly look away as the hem slips a little further down. This man carries himself with nothing less than self-assurance. 

The air starts feeling a little hotter, and you suspect it isn’t because of the sun. 

You introduce yourself, nervously wiping your chin with the napkin. The white fabric of your shirt is stretched and worn from the blistering heat, and already stained with the last popsicles you had. 

The man runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair, licking his lips. “C’mon, kitty cat, fill ‘er up for me, half a tank.” 

He leans on his truck, lighting a cigarette as you pump the gas. The humid wind brushes along your slick skin, and you plead for it to take away those lingering nerves, but alas, those stupid shys—as Natasha calls them—are stuck to you like glue. 

You can feel his eyes on you, mapping out your features like a fleeting traveller. The last exhale of his cigarette is followed by a low sigh, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

You finish up pumping the gas and step back to the filling station, “I, uh, usually work closer to downtown.” 

He nods and holds out a wad of bills between his ring-clad fingers. His shiny watch catches the light, it doesn’t look like the cheap ones people have tried to sell you, but it does resemble the ones from the pawn shop you used to work at. 

“Oh, sir, this is too much—”

“The rest is for you, and it’d be real impolite to deny a gift.” 

Clutching the cash to your chest, you peer at the station where Mr. Ricky was asleep at the checkout, work boots kicked up on the counter with his baseball cap pulled low over his wrinkled face. “Thank you, sir.”

“You can call me Ari.” He says easily, “Are you going inside any time soon?”

You shake your head, “Mr. Ricky is gonna call me for my break.” 

His blue eyes fall on the station before he starts walking away, his heavy feet thumping on the ground, “Do you like cherries?” He calls over his shoulder. 

“Um, yes?” You shout, fingers knotted in front of you, “wait, why—” but it’s too late, the bell dings before the glass door shuts. 

You’re tending to another customer when Ari returns. As you half-listen to the older lady curse the blazing weather, he nods at you, setting a colourful little packet and a large plastic cup on that wooden bench by the newspaper stand. The woman is talking your ear off, as he hops into his truck, barely struggling with the height off the ground. 

His eyes land on yours before he waves, the ghost of a smile blooming on his pink lips. 

“Oh, sweetie, don’t trust a man who drives a Chevy.” The older woman interrupts, big sunglasses taking up most of her face, “All my ex-husbands had one, those things are cursed.”

What are the chances it’s the vehicle, and not the other constant, which would be herself? 

You silently wish she didn’t tell you that, because knowing your gullible tendencies, you’ll load every one of those preconceived notions on the handsome stranger. You only spoke to him for a few minutes, nothing more, nothing less. 

“You know why they’ve got all that room in the back?” She leans close, bubblegum painted lips in a deep frown, “It’s for the hundreds of hearts they break.”

After what seemed like forever, the older woman finally leaves. She had nearly told you her entire life story, dragging on and on about her ex-husbands and her new, young and fresh fiance living a few miles away. 

Now, with slow, hesitant steps towards the station, you find yourself staring down at a bag of assorted gummies, they’re your favourite fruity flavours and next to it is a cherry cola slurpee with a pink straw. There’s a note under the cup, neat handwriting on the small sticky note: 

‘Ricky said it’s fine for you to sit out front in the shade. Can’t have you overheating, keep cool, sugar.’

You don’t realize he didn’t even buy any cigarettes until he’s long gone. 

“How do you do that?” 

Natasha turns to you with that signature red-lipped smirk, “Easy, I make ‘em think I’m interested. Flirting on a Friday night is a game and you’ve got to be the best player if you wanna get your fill.” She adjusts her breasts in her tight dress, flipping her vibrant hair over her bare shoulder. 

You make a face, anxiously tugging at the hem of your sundress. It was on the shorter side with a cute bow on each of your shoulders, the ditsy floral design made you stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of denim and leather. But you wanted to wear it because you adored the colour since it complemented your skin, and it was fitting in all the right places. Natasha even let you borrow some of her jewelry to complete your outfit, she wanted you to wear heels too, but you were set on your little white sneakers. 

You hadn’t been to this bar before, much preferring the one on 5th Avenue where they had karaoke nights. 

For your first trip to The Den, it was going pleasantly. You found comfortable seats at the bar, the music was a little out of your comfort zone but it was catchy, and Natasha let you have a few sips of her free drinks. 

“C’mon, I’ll teach you. Watch him for a moment.” She points across the bar where another man was leaning close to a woman, a charming grin on his lips as he made her laugh. Then, almost like magic, after he scoots closer and tilts his head, she waves her hand, beckoning the bartender over. 

You gulp, watching him swing an arm around her shoulder and speak into her ear. “Looks like… they’re together.” 

“It just looks that way, but I’ll bet that he’s going home with someone else.” Natasha sips on her cocktail, “Maybe if he wanted her, he would’ve offered her a drink.”

By that logic, buying drinks was a ticket to the bedroom. Which only makes it more surprising when a fresh drink is placed in front of you. The glass lands on the wooden countertop as Natasha playfully nudges your shoulder. 

You blink down at it, shivering at the thought of getting intimate with a stranger tonight. “Excuse me, I-I didn’t order this.”

“It’s on the house, sugar.” 

The bartender stands before you, those familiar blue eyes twinkle under the light fixtures, the yellow glow outlines the high points of his chiselled face and defines the dips and curves. 

His hair falls over his eyes, “Did you like the cherry cola? Ricky said those treats were your favourites.” 

Andmaybe you pinned the sticky note on your corkboard above your bed, and have spent hours staring at it upside down, daydreaming of the single meeting like it was the beginning of a fairytale. 

Tonight, Ari is dressed in a dark blue flannel with the top buttons undone, exposing his brawny chest dusted with thick hair. Your gaze lingers there for a moment too long, your mouth watering at the sliver of skin. 

The awkwardness washes over you, practically spreading to every inch of the bar, and you fumble for a response. “I-I, yes, I do—”

“Thank you, she means to say.” The redhead rubs your back, whispering under her breath through her wide smile, “Don’t get the stupid shys, or so help me.”

Someone calls his name, “Well, tell her it’s no problem.” 

“Hey, sweetie, the hunky bartender says it’s no problem.” 

You’re a mess under his watchful gaze as he laughs quietly before turning to exchange a few words with a blonde bartender. Trying to get a hold of yourself, you grip the glass and tuck your other hand between your thighs,  “I heard, Nat.” 

She holds up her hands, casually turning to the new woman next to her, her empty glass forgotten on the countertop. Turning on the charm like a switch.  

Ari faces you again, his big hands braced on the smooth dark wood, “How have you been? Keepin’ cool in the heat?” His silver knuckles gleam, the chunky skull ring sitting snug on his middle finger.  

“Good and yes, um, the hours at the candy shop stretch on a little too long sometimes, but it’s inside and I get freebies every shift.” 

“A new job?” He frowns, “you don’t work at Old Ricky’s anymore?” 

You sip the drink, it’s delightfully sweet, the berries exploding on your tongue. There’s a slight burn from the alcohol but nothing too strong. “I never have the same job for long. Left the station a week ago, I think.” 

He cocks a brow, “Don’t tell me you’re one of them irresponsible gals who fuck in the supply closet.”

You quickly shake your head, “N-No! I’ve, I’ll never do that…” 

“Never is a strong word, sugar.”

In the closet? With that old broom and the endless array of tissue paper on the ceiling tall shelves? 

Never, you promise yourself, never with any of those customers at the station—well, except for one, maybe. 

“I get bored easily, and there are so many things to do in the city, lots of fun shops.”  

Ari hums thoughtfully, his shoulders looking broader as he leans forward, “Is everyone kind to you?

Even your old bosses?” 

You happily nod with your lips sealed around the straw, loving the array of flavours, “Yes, they’ll even call me if they need some help in the shop and always give me something for the trouble.”

“Do you still work for them?”

“I-It’s just favours.” You briefly consider your actual life choices, they were peculiar, but they were yours. 

“That you get paid for.” It isn’t a question, more of an amused observation. 

“Not always in money!” You correct, “Sometimes in food, like at that fancy restaurant by the beach, I got free meals for the whole week, or in merchandise. Just last month, Tamera gave me a new kettle after I watched the shop for a few hours!” 

Ari nods, chuckling, “Damn, a new kettle? Maybe I’ll have to apply at Tamera’s soon.” 

You giggle around the straw, not even noticing your drink is empty until your straw makes a noise.  

“Sounds to me that you have jobs all over the city, I’ve always loved women with a work ethic.” 

Is this it? Are you flirting with him, or is it just a conversation? 

The only thing you’re positive of is that he’s definitely flirting, has been since you got here. You stiffen, staring down at the ice cubes in the glass, and clenching your thighs together, was this his ticket into your bed? 

Oh no, you hope he wouldn’t think your floral and lace hemmed sheets were childish, they were your favourite, and they were free after you helped Mr. Brown with his shop a few weekends ago. 

You like Ari, you really like him. 

“Levinson, Danvers! You’re up!”

“Coming!” He replies, taking the empty glass from your hand. When your skin brushes his, an undeniable warmth tingles through your body, making you shiver on the barstool. And this dark, humid bar feels like it’s on the sun instead of some lost and lively city. 

You’re about to speak but Ari cuts you off, “It’s on the house again. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to pay for drinks, ever.” 

“Curtis!” He calls, waving to the man with the buzzcut on the other side of the bar, “anything she wants, it’s free of charge.” 

His friend snorts, smirking as he swings a towel over his shoulder, “it’s coming out of your paycheck, man.” 

“Yes, boss.” Ari rolls his eyes, then trails his gaze over your features, they linger on your parted lips. “I’ve got the cash to spare. Don’t be shy, sugar, order whatever your gentle heart desires, got it?” 

“Not only did you get free drinks and food all night, but for the rest of your fucking life.” Natasha swings you around excitedly. “From the cherry cola guy! You wouldn’t shut up about him that first day, and I can fully understand why.”

You giggle, “isn’t he a dreamboat?”

“Oh, he’s a fantasy on legs, just like you, baby! I’ll admit, I thought the two of you would disappear into the washroom.” She wiggles her eyebrows. 

“Ah—not in public!” 

“Not yet, I know you and you aren’t as vanilla as you let on…” She sings, wrapping you in a tight hug, her sweaty skin against yours as she leans on you for support. “I can’t even take a pinch of credit! You did it all yourself, princess, your mama would be proud of you.” 

She would, and she’d ask for all the details about the prince charming in denim. “I just—I didn’t even do anythin’!” 

As Ari and Danvers performed, you sat at the bar, fully entranced by their essence and hearty tune. His long hair and shaded eyes captivated you in every way, even from his stool behind the blonde woman who sang a popular rock song. Her voice was undoubtedly gifted and paired with his skilled fingers gliding over the guitar as the soothing, everyone was victim to their show. 

People danced to the deep rock ‘n roll that filled The Den, hot touches and heavy kisses exchanged in the booths and on the floor. Between sipping on fruity drinks, and munching on your unlimited supply of french fries and nachos, you couldn’t look away from Ari—at that moment, he was your Mr. Rock ‘n Roll. 

Towards the end of the set, he stood up, his shirt fully unbuttoned and fluttering with each rock of his hips, magical fingers playing a rumbling bass that you could feel in your cells. 

Right now, you can still feel the lingering effects of his godly talent. 

“You feel that?” Your best friend yanks you close, staring down at you with her green eyes. A ghost of a smile plays on her lips as she wraps an arm behind your back, pulling you closer, “Do you feel that?”

You’re trapped and wildly caught off guard, perhaps she had too many free drinks tonight. “Uh, no?”

She leans down, going cross-eyed. “That’s fucking power. And you’re drippin’ with it.” She kisses your forehead before spinning you, drunkenly shouting at the top of her lungs, “My girls finally got a hunky fella to take care of her and I’m gonna fuckin’ cry!”

“What’s this I hear about crying?” A red Chevy pulls up next to you, the driver’s arm hanging out with a burning cigarette pinched between his knuckles. “You two ladies all right?”

A force shoves you forward, and you barely have a chance to stand upright. “Nat!” You scold, “I’m sorry, she’s had too much to drink.” 

“Seems like it.” Ari notes, “You two want a ride?”

Yes, a little voice in your head pleads, but you remember the last time you went out with Natasha, your other friend, Wanda came too and her husband picked you all up from the bar. And, Natasha, buzzing with her endless free drinks vomited all over the backseats, narrowly missing your lap. 

It was probably best that you two didn’t ruin Ari’s nice truck anyway. 

“We’ll walk, it’s only the next block and I think the fresh air will do her good.” You cover your face in embarrassment as Natasha plops on a park bench, neck craned at an angle that can’t be comfortable, she starts singing an off-tune rendition of a Christmas carol.  

“You sure? I don’t know if I can let you two be alone this late at night.” 

He’s right, even this late on a Friday, the streets are as quiet as a library, and the chances of running into someone were low. Ari wasn’t a complete stranger, but you didn’t feel absolutely comfortable when Natasha was drunk out of her mind. He must sense your hesitance. 

Ari ends up giving you his number, whistling low as he types the ten digits into your cute little cellphone. He returns the device and compliments the dangling heart pendant. “I mean it, text me or I’m starting a damn search party.” 

Your heart flutters, “I promise—as long as you let me know too. I wanna know when you get home safe.” 

“Ain’t that sweet,” Ari murmurs lowly, leaning closer with one hand on the wheel, “You this sweet with everyone in the city?”

You shrug, “sometimes… My mama says kindness is what makes the world go ‘round. Then, my cousin said if the world stopped moving, we’d die.”

A loud laugh escapes Ari’s lips, his cigarette smoke wrapping around you like a warm grey blanket. “Sounds like you’ve got a lovely family, sugar. You know what they say about girls from good families?” 

The darkness of the night seeps into Ari’s throat, draping every word in a gravelly, comforting voice that pulls you in like a fish on the line. 

“N-No.”

“Usually, they’re family-orientated, and for the most part, those gals are great mothers.” 

Your toes curl in your sneakers as he takes a final pull from his cigarette, flicking it off to the side. The smoke floats from his lips slow and steady. “Oh, my parents want me married before having kids.” 

“So, I’ve got to marry you first?”

You choke on air, fisting the skirt of your dress. “What?” 

“I’m joking, sugar.” He is, sort of anyway. He watches the pensive expression linger on your face and casually winks. “I think your friend needs your help.” He nods down the street. 

You follow his gaze and gasp, Natasha is lying half on the bench, her arms sprawled over her head and legs hanging off the side. In a dash, you stumble towards her, calling over your shoulder, “Sorry Ari—Nat, get up!”

She’s muttering to herself when you come closer, and with dazed eyes, she makes grabby hands. “There she is, aren’t you glad you came tonight? He’s tall and sexy, plays guitar and sings, I probably should’ve dragged you along sooner—” She hiccups, “You and Ari really hit it off. If that ain’t true love, I don’t know what is.”  

Ari pulls up next to you, sunglasses holding back his long brown hair. “I’ll wait up for your text, sweetheart. You two get home safe.” Then, that red truck passes slowly before speeding up down the street. 

Biting on your lip, you watch him turn a corner and disappear, then heave up Natasha, grunting softly as she hangs off you like dead weight. Her hands pull your head closer, pressing your cheeks together so she can whisper in your ear, “Oh, wait, do you hear that?”

You pant, struggling to see through the dimly lit street. “Huh? No?” 

“It’s fucking wedding bells!” She shakes your shoulders, drunkenly cackling while spinning the two of you around once more. “I’m gonna be a maid of honour!” 

It’s a few days later, the sun is as cruel as ever on the Flamingo Trailer Park. Today, you and Natasha spend the day by the park pool, lounging in the striped chairs until your other friend, Wanda came by with her children. The kids loved the pool, they also loved whenever you brought your floaties. 

You fell victim to their adorable pouts and set off on the short walk back to your trailer to retrieve them. You haven’t been home since the weekend because of these dramatically blazing days. Natasha’s trailer was far bigger than yours and had the best air conditioner, she was always stocked with fizzy cherry colas too. You suspected you’d be spending a lot of time in the ‘Widow’s Web’ this summer. 

There’s a familiar truck is parked next to your trailer. It’s deep red with white stripes, and high off the ground. The for-sale sign is also gone, and a few plants and lounge chairs sit on the small patio. 

As you search for your key, you hear odd noises. Listening closer, you can make out the creaking, slapping skin, moans and groans. Only then do you notice the dull rocking of the trailer—oh goodness. 

Your curiosity drags you to the open window and clutching your towel to your chest, you stand on your tippy-toes. 

A gasp nearly escapes you, but you slap a hand over your mouth as blood rushes to your face, making your knees tremble. 

You can’t see her face because it’s shoved into a pillow, but her skin is glowing. Sticky with sweat and other fluids, the faceless woman is bent over the wide mattress. The sheets are wrinkled and clothes are skewed all over the place, hanging off other furniture.  

The long-haired man ruts into her from behind, her hair tight in his fist as he spits profanities. “Fucking whore, you gonna come again already?You like daddy’s cock in your little cunt, fucking those thoughts from your head?” 

And just like that, you’re absolutely hooked, biting on the side of your finger as he spanks her ass, shoving her further up the bed. 

From this angle, you can’t see much and it almost makes you pout. You can’t catch a glimpse of his cock, but judging from the woman’s breathy moans, it’s got to be hitting all the right places. He’s so big behind her, dripping with glory and dominance as his muscles flex under his taut, tanned skin. 

You watch him suck his thumb before bringing it down, and a moment later, the faceless woman whines, greedily meeting his thrusts. Her other hand slips between her thighs, her moans pouring out like fresh lemonade in a glass. 

He grunts through clenched teeth, “Yeah, you gonna let daddy fuck your ass too? Split that hole open on my fat cock, make you cry like the stupid slut you are.”

And then, your heart stops. Your ears flooded with something red hot, as your bones transform to metal, melting your feet to the burning ground. 

He meets your gaze, groaning deep and heavy. His thrusts get rougher, driving forward with something else—more purpose—and he smirks. 

“You like that, huh?” 

He draws back, his cock bobbing against his lower stomach, the condom is slick and clinging to his girth. You gnaw harder on your finger, desperately wishing to see him bare, memorize—and touch every protruding vein and feel his weight in your palm, the fat, mushroom tip between your fingers, inside of you in every damn hole. Your bikini bottoms are soaked and sticky, your juices dripping down your thighs. 

“That’s it, good girl.” Ari spits down, the saliva lands on his length before he rams forward, sliding deep within the woman while keeping his gaze locked on you, sweet little you. “Knew you were a filthy girl, that innocent little face didn’t fool me. You like that? Tell daddy how much you like that.” 

The woman cries a muffled reply, nodding and reaching for a pillow. 

He squeezes his fist, pressing her into the plush mattress. Ari’s eyes darken like the night sky, and his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, “I wasn’t talking to you.” 

Those words draw you back to the present, and your face erupts in heat, so damn hot you can barely breathe. Your towel flutters to the dirt ground as you drop low, sweeping it up and dashing away. The sound of your flip-flops in sync with that lewd, disgustingly hot sound of slapping skin. 

Later that night, you get a text message: 

I didn’t know this trailer came with a peeping tom, much less you, sugar. 

:and here we go, all aboard the dirty trailer daddy express !!

! Expect the next part soon, but please I don’t have an update schedule, so I’ll just let everyone know the specific date. Please don’t ask !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

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Birthday Sitting (A.L)

A/N: I think I’m posting after like 2-3 months??? I’m not even sure I know how to write anymore but a little conversation with @angrythingstarlight kinda gave me the push to write this. Maybe this is me getting back into writing, I hope it is. Thank you all for being so patient and for sticking around

Pairing: roommate!Ari x f!reader

Not edited, not beta-d, proceed with caution

Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+, inappropriate birthday gift, implied smut.

You smiled as you heard your friends and family clapping as you cut the cake, heat rising to your cheeks, and you wondered if it was because of the candles on the cake or because your roommate, Ari Levinson, stood right opposite you, a camera pointing to your face,

Your mother reaches for a piece of the cake and feeds you, a little tradition both of you had since you were a child. You could feel Ari snap another picture, he knew just how important these little memories were for you.

“Alright, shall we open the presents then?” Your best friend says from your other side, and your eyes widen immediately.

Speaking of traditions, ever since Ari and you started living together about three years ago, both of you would gift something rather inappropriate to the other person, only this time, far too many people would be around to witness it.

Ari clears his throat as he puts his phone away, “or we could eat some cake, have some wine and get this party started?”

Your mother immediately shakes her head, “nonsense, she loves presents, come on now.” She picks one up, handing it over to you and the tag reads ‘love, Ari.’

Fuck.

You could feel your heart beat a little faster. Your entire family and most of your friends knew about your crush on Ari, and you were sure he did too at this point. This would only make things worse.

You take the present from your mother as Ari moves over and comes sit down next to you, gently placing his hand on your waist as leans in,

“It isn’t as bad as last year, but it’s pretty inappropriate.”

You noticed the little smirk on his lips, oh he was enjoying this. Ari was almost never embarrassed, he lived his like it was supposed to be lived and he always encouraged you to do the same.

“Fuck it.” You shrug and you open the present, your mother immediately gasping from next to you as you chuckle, looking down at the coffee mug in your hand,

There is an awkward silence in the room as everyone takes turns reading it and you turn to face Ari,

“Well, I really needed a new mug…”

“…Since I broke your last one.”

You both nodded in agreement as you kept the mug aside and continued opening the other presents like nothing had ever happened.

The party was in full swing and everyone was almost too drunk to remember the mug. Your parents had left, your mother giving Ari the softest glare as she hugged him goodnight.

While everyone partied, you sat in the balcony with your glass of wine and a silly smile on your face as Ari walked towards you, plopping himself down right next to you,

“You know the mug…it wasn’t entirely a joke.” He took a sip of his beer as he looked ahead, almost too nervous to look at you.

You raise an eyebrow and look at him, “and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“That as long as I have a face, you’ll have somewhere to sit.”

You gulped nervously as you looked away from him and down at your glass of wine, “You’re drunk, Levinson, go to bed.”

Ari shrugs a little, “this is my first beer actually. I wasn’t intending on being drunk with your parents around.”

“Oh.” What else were you supposed to say? You were still unsure whether or not he was being serious -

“I’m going to go to my room, and uh, if you’re interested, in you know, hanging out with me, watching a film, sitting on my face, my door is open.”

And just like that he stood up and walked upstairs, heading to his room. You took a deep breath as you finished your glass of wine, leaving your best friend in charge on the party as you made your way to his room, gently knocking on it,

“Come on in, it’s high time we celebrated your birthday right.”

Fast Cash & the Law 6

Relationship: Dennis Baker x Stripper!Reader; Dark!Andy Barber x Stripper!Reader; Ari Levinson x Stripper!Reader

Summary: You’re just a cash strapped student trying to make it through law school. But you end up catching the eyes of a dorky well-mannered client and an obsessive professor.

A/N: You asked for more Dennis and now here we are. The first chapter of this was my submission for Aphrodite’s Manor Challenge. No beta reader so there may be some typos.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, NSFW Non-Con Oral (m receiving), stripping, sex (f/m and m/m/f), double penetration, threesome, anal sex, ass eating, oral sex (m receiving), blackmail, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, cuckolding, squirting, abuse of power , stalking, minor character death, violence, mutilation, drunk driving, Andy being a psycho

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4Chapter 5

You woke up the next morning and found yourself in an empty bed. Both Ari and Dennis were nowhere to be found. Your mind and emotions were reeling from what happened the night before. You were concerned about how the men both felt and if their absences had something to do with it. More importantly, you weren’t sure how youfelt. Yes, you wanted it and were attracted to Ari, but you weren’t sure about what that meant for you and Dennis, and that made you uneasy. The last thing you wanted was to lose him.

You winced as you got up from the bed, sore and stretched from the night before. You threw on one of Dennis’ large t-shirts with no panties and gingerly wobbled down the stairs to the kitchen. The familiar smell of bacon and coffee wafted through the air.

“Hey, princess!” He greeted you happily as he was flipping a blueberry pancake then walked over to kiss you once he had plated it, “How are you feeling?”

You were confused by how cheery he was and that he behaved as if all of this were normal. Sure, you knew that people did this sort of thing, but you never expected it from yourself or Dennis. 

“I’m okay, Dennis. Don’t worry.” You responded hesitantly as you walked to grab a piece of bacon and munch on it. 

He ran his hands through his hair and chuckled awkwardly, “Glad to know we didn’t get too carried away.” He looked at you waiting for your response and you could see the anxiety in his face. 

You shook your head vehemently, “No, no! Not carried away at all. I enjoyed myself a lot. I just…What happens next with Ari? He still has to watch me and I don’t want things to be awkward or complicated.”

Dennis took a sip of his coffee nonchalantly as he leaned against the countertop and looked at you curiously. 

“What do you want, Y/N?”

You nervously fidgeted with your shirt as you answered, “Well, I mean. Are the two of you okay with each other?“

“We’ve already talked. Ari and I had a conversation before he left this morning. We can come to some type of arrangement or this could be just a one time thing. I’m fine either way, because it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. It really just depends on what youwant.”

You were stunned at what Dennis had just said given his wife’s betrayal, “But how is this different from what your wife did? I don’t want to hurt you, Dennis.”

He walked up to you and grabbed you by your waist before kissing you on your forehead, “Princess, this is so different from what happened. I actually told her I wanted to do a threesome like that once…like…let me watch. Then she told me I was gross for even considering it.”

You always got upset at what Dennis told you about how awful his ex wife was, but knowing all of this made it worse. He was good in bed and kind of a freak. Yet for some reason she told him that he had a bad penis.

“You aren’t jealous at all?” You asked cautiously as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, “I mean…if this weren’t just a one time thing…”

Dennis briefly brought his attention back to the pancakes and flipped over a perfectly golden one with ease before turning his attention back to you. He adjusted his glasses and looked at you sincerely. 

“No, Y/N, I’m not jealous. I know you’ll be honest with me about what’s going on with you and Ari. He’s pretty straight forward too.”

“I felt so guilty the first time I was attracted to him.” You admitted.

“Do you know what you want with him? Like, what you want to do?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, last night was fun. But I haven’t even had time to process it yet.”

“You don’t have to decide now. Take your time.”

You sat and ate breakfast with Dennis in peace until he finished and needed to head out for work. The doorbell suddenly rang and you knew it must be Ari returning to the house. Dennis greeted him at the front door casually as if nothing had happened the night before. You found it bizarre and yet were relieved that there wasn’t any tension between the two men. Dennis kissed you goodbye and grabbed his bag before heading out of the door. 

You stood looking at Ari, who closed the distance between the two of you. You looked down nervously, unsure of what to say to him other than hello. His long hair was wet from having clearly just taken a shower. You could smell the scent of his freshly cleaned skin and his cologne. His tight button up shirt accentuated his muscles and was unbuttoned enough to show tufts of his chest hair. You shifted your feet and bit your lip, barely able to look at him as he got closer.

“Hey, Y/N,” He said with a warm smile as he tucked one of your coils behind your ear and gently rubbed your cheek, “You okay?” 

The sexual tension between the two of you was palpable, but you were afraid of how messy this was going to get and tried to ignore your intense arousal. It was hard while he gazed at you and you could see the yearning in his eyes. 

“I’m okay,” You partially lied, “Just tired and a little sore all over. You want to have breakfast with me? I haven’t finished yet.” You motioned towards the kitchen, “Looks like Dennis made enough for you too.”

“Sure, I’d love to. I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since dinner last night.”

Well, you knew he must have also worked up an appetite for sure so you made him a plate. You both went to the living room to watch the news as you ate. You winced as you sat down and Ari looked over at you concerned. 

“I thought you said you were okay?” He asked you worriedly as he put his plate down. 

You shrugged, “I didn’t think you meant physically.”

He grabbed your chin gently to turn your face towards him, “I meant both, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart”, you loved hearing that word roll off his tongue. 

“It’s mainly my muscles. They’re just tense right now. Nothing an epsom salt bath can’t cure. You weren’t too rough, I promise.”

He smirked at you and bit his lip, “How about I give you a massage then,” he offered with a hint of lust in his voice. 

Your heart skipped a beat and you brought your thighs together, “Okay, but justa massage.” You said with a devious glint in your eyes. 

“Lay down on your stomach.” He instructed as he handed you a pillow before you laid down on the couch. 

Your bare legs were exposed and he started with your calves. You gasped as his fingers began to work your muscles. It was a sinful mixture of pain and relief as he worked out the knots. 

“Wow, you really are tense.” He rasped behind you, “I’m sorry about that, sweet girl.”

His strong hands worked their way up to your thighs and you whimpered from the sudden intensity of the pain. 

“Just take a deep breath. I have to apply pressure to get these knots out.”

You followed his instructions and inhaled deeply before letting out a shuddering exhale. As the tension released you let out a salacious moan. You heard him chuckle behind you and he worked his hands towards your inner thighs just below your core. Ari hummed to himself and then ran his fingers delicately up your soaking folds with a groan. Your breath hitched and you tried to whack his hand away. 

“Ari, I’m too sore.” You tried to object, “I can’t right now.”

“Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m not going to fuck you.” He stated lustfully before pulling your hips up so that your ass was now in the air, “I just decided that I don’t want pancakes for breakfast after all.”

You squeaked when you felt his warm tongue suddenly lick a strip up your slit. Your hands squeezed the pillow as he continued his tongue’s ministrations. His tongue circled your bundle of nerves and you gasped from the sensation. 

Ari sucked on your clit and squeezed the soft flesh of your ass firmly with his hands. You could feel the vibrations of him moaning against you as he devoured your pussy hungrily. The tickling of his beard only added to the pleasure. You felt the heat within your belly grow and spread throughout your body. You moaned and rocked your hips against his face and reached behind you to push it closer. His nails dug into you to steady your hips as you began to shake as your orgasm hit you. 

He pulled away from you and licked his lips when you were finished. He let out a satisfied sound before he spread your cheeks and gently circled your ring of muscles with his tongue. Your body jerked from the foreign sensation, the feeling of his wet tongue on that particular spot was unfamiliar. 

“Ari!” You called out lustfully as he started to play with your clit again with his thumb, “Oh my god, Ari! Fuck! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

You felt another orgasm building quickly, even more stronger than the other. Your legs tensed and your ass writhed against his face as it tore through you. You went slack jawed as you let out a wanton scream. He groaned into you before pulling away to nip and kiss your cheeks. You breathed heavily against the couch and fell forward once he let your hips go. Ari licked his lips as he stared down at your exposed lower body. 

“So much better than fucking pancakes.”

~~~

Andy sat with Jacob over a quick breakfast of coffee and toast before he needed to head out to teach class. He was anxious about going back after the confrontation with Ari. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to act around you knowing that Ari was there and how disobedient you had been the last time he saw you. The last thing he wanted to do was push you away even farther. 

“Hey, dad,” Jacob said, pulling Andy out of his thoughts, “Did everything with the meter guy check out okay?”

Andy furrowed his brow in confusion, “What do you mean the meter guy?”

“The guy from the electric company came by the other day when you were taking a nap. He said something about them being messed up on our block.” He responded nonchalantly before taking another bite of toast. 

Andy nearly spit out his coffee. Jacob was a minor and there was no way the guy should have come into the house with just his permission. Let alone the fact that Andy was asleep at the time. 

“Jacob, you let a stranger into our house while I was asleep?!” He asked him angrily, “What the hell were you thinking?!”

Jacob’s face turned red and he looked down nervously, “I-I thought it would be fine because he was from the electric company. He said he would only be there for a few minutes.” He stammered out. 

Andy rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a deep exhale. Then he remembered Ari, perhaps he was the meter guy. Something about the incident wasn’t adding up. 

“What did he look like?”

“Ummm…He had a beard and big glasses. He also had a long ponytail.”

“Oh shit.” Andy thought to himself, “He sounds just like the creepy janitor from the day before.”

“Alright, Jake.” Andy began as calmly as he could to not freak his son out, “Don’t let anyone else into the house unless I’m awake and also come get me if it’s important. Got it?”

“Got it, dad. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, bud, I’m going to head off now.” He said before chugging the rest of his coffee and mussed Jacob’s hair. 

“Bye, dad!” Jacob called after him. 

Andy promptly called Jake from his car, needing to tell him the news about Freezy. The longer the phone trilled, the more irritated he became. 

“What’s up?” Jake finally answered sleepily.

“I’ve got some bad news and I need you to look into this right away.” Andy said urgently. “I think someone cased the house while Jacob was there and was also on the law school campus. It wasn’t that Ari guy, it was someone else.”

“Fuck!” Jake exclaimed worriedly, “Okay, okay, this is bad. Look, I’m gonna look at the camera footage at the school. What’s the hall your classroom and office is in?”

“Thrombey Hall.”

“I’ll get you an answer today, Uncle Andy.” Jake stated firmly, “It’s one thing for this guy to be at your job, but it’s another for him to be around Jacob.”

“I know. That’s what has me concerned.”

“Don’t worry.” Jake responded, “I’ll get this figured out.”

~~~

Ari sat in the back of the lecture hall during Andy’s class. They glared at each other and you could tell that Andy was on edge the entire time. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he continued teaching. But this was the first time you’d felt safe in his class. You knew with Ari there he couldn’t hurt you or even try to speak to you about something other than classwork. 

You gave Andy a smirk as you left the classroom and Ari put his hand on the small of your back. You felt the heat rise in you with his touch as you walked back to his car. 

You gave Ari a mischievous smile as you sat in the passenger seat, “Andy was really pissed.” 

“Oh, he definitely was!” Ari laughed, “He looked like he was going to burst.”

“Thank you again,” You said as you leaned over to kiss him. His beard gently tickled your face as your tongues danced with each other. 

You reached over and started to rub his crotch and he groaned as he gripped the steering wheel. 

“Y/N, we’re in the parking lot. Someone will see us.” He reluctantly warned you. 

You kissed him again as you felt his length hardening, “You know I like it when I’m being watched.” You whispered seductively and then nipped his ear. 

You took your panties off, your slick having completely soaked them, then climbed over to straddle him after he leaned his seat back a little. He undid his belt hurriedly and pulled his bottoms down just enough to free his cock. 

You hissed as you slid down on his length until he bottomed out. The stretch burned as you tried to accommodate him in your already sensitive core. You wrapped your arms around the headrest as you rode him desperate for a release. 

Ari held you tightly against him, groaning as your tight velvety walls wrapped around him. The smooth skin of his cock massaged your sweet spot and you sped up your pace. 

As you faced the back of the car, you didn’t see Andy happen to walk in front of Ari’s car. He stood there, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he watched you fuck him. Ari smirked at Andy and watched him as his face turned red and he clutched his keys tightly out of anger. 

“Cum for me, sweet girl.” Ari rasped into your ear, “Come on, baby, I know you’re close.”

Andy gripped his keys so tightly that blood began to drip from his hands. His nostrils flared and his body shook with rage. Ari didn’t break eye contact with him and smiled when he saw a flood angry tears run down Andy’s face. 

You moaned loudly as you felt your peak near. Your pussy clenched around Ari’s cock and he groaned from the sensation of you gripping him as you slid up and down his length faster and faster. His nails dug into your back as you tensed and shook in his hold. 

“Ari! Ari! Ari!” You screamed and threw your head back as the pleasure overtook you, “Fuck! Ari!”

He wasn’t far behind you and thrust his hips roughly as he fucked up into you. He let out a low growl as he bit into your shoulder. He moaned as you felt his cock twitch and he spilled inside of you. You rested your head against him as you both sat there to catch your breaths. He rubbed your back as Andy glowered at the two of you. 

“Come on, sweetheart.” He cooed, “Let’s get you home.”

~~~

It was barely dinner time and Andy had gotten halfway through a bottle of whiskey. Laurie had come by earlier to pick up Jacob and was furious at the state Andy was in. He didn’t give a shit at that point and slammed the door in her face when she was midway through berating him. After watching you fuck Ari in the parking lot earlier that day, Laurie was the last thing he wanted to deal with.  

His phone trilled and he saw Jake’s name pop up. Andy quickly picked up the phone and answered. 

“Uncle Andy,” Jake said, sounding completely rattled, “I need you to listen to me carefully.”

“The man you saw earlier and who was in your house,” Jake continued, “His name is Robert Pronge also known as Mr. Freezy. Word on the street is that he’s a contract killer and get this, he’s Dennis’ cousin.”

Andy’s jaw dropped and he sat up in his chair attentively. He could understand getting you a bodyguard, but an assassin?

“I-I don’t understand. What do you mean?” Andy questioned him alarmed, “You mean that Dennis hired someone to fucking kill me?!”

“It looks that way. This is really fucking serious.” Jake worried, “I think it’s best that Jacob stays with Laurie for now.”

“He’s already with her. She came to get him today.” Andy paused for a moment and chewed on his lip as he was thinking. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, “Look, I think I have a solid plan to get Y/N away from Dennis, but we need to get this Freezy guy out of the way.”

“Don’t worry, uncle Andy. I know a guy.” Jake responded matter-of-factly, “Now, tell me about this plan.”

~~~

“You gonna stay for dinner?” You asked Ari hopefully as he pulled into Dennis’ driveway.

He turned off the ignition and turned to you to gently stroke your face with his knuckles, “I think you and Dennis should have dinner without me. I want to give you some time together.”

“Oh,” You sat back and looked at him somewhat hurt. 

“No, no, Y/N.” He looked at you sincerely, “It’s not like that. It’s just that a lot has happened with our…relationship, especially you and Dennis’. I want you guys to be okay. More importantly, I want to give you space so you can think about what you want.”

He was right. You and Dennis did need time to focus on your relationship. You were glad that Ari didn’t want to push things too soon. 

“Okay, I understand.” You gave him a small smile and a soft kiss on the lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He beamed at you as you got out and went into the house. You heard him start the car and turned back around to wave goodbye as he pulled out of the driveway. 

Dennis was already there and getting dinner ready. He pulled you in for a quick kiss before getting back to the stove. 

“How was your day?” He asked as he stirred something in a large saucepan, “Everything went alright?”

“Yeah,” You grinned to yourself, thinking about your two sexual encounters with Ari that day, “Better than Monday, that’s for sure.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that, princess.” He looked back at you with a smile. 

His phone rang and he stopped to pick it up, “Hey, I need to take this. It’s important. Mind watching this?” As he motioned to the saucepan. 

“Sure, what do I do?”

“Just make sure it doesn’t burn and keep stirring it.”

“Sounds easy enough.” You giggled as you took over his spot at the stove. 

Dennis rushed out of the kitchen door to take the call outside. It was Freezy and he hoped he had an update on the Andy situation.  

“Hey, Robbie.” Denis answered anxiously, “You got any good news for me?”

“I sure fucking do.” Freezy chuckled, “Look, I’ve got a plan for your little situation. This Andy guy is a drunk. You wouldn’t believe the amount of empty whisky bottles I found in his trash at his house and his office.”

Dennis shook his head in disgust when he remembered Andy’s drunken voicemail rant. There was no way he could let a man like Andy get to you. 

“Anyway,” Freezy continued, “I’ll take care of this problem tomorrow. I can easily make it look like an accident.”

Dennis let out a sigh of relief. You’d finally be safe with Andy out of the way. 

“Thanks, Robbie. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“By the way, I saw her when I was at the school doing some ‘research’. I can see why you would go through all this trouble. You are really punching above your weight, toilet mouth. She’s a fuckin’ smokeshow.”

Dennis rolled his eyes, “Okay. I got it. I got it.” 

Freezy snickered on the other end, “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it. This guy will be out of your hair tomorrow night.” He assured Dennis before he hung up the phone. 

Dennis went back into the kitchen and walked up to you as you stood by the stove. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you in tightly. He gave you a peck on the top of the head. 

“Hmm…I’m so glad I met you and that you’re here with me.” He suddenly rasped. 

“Me too, Dennis.” You smiled and turned to face him, “Me too.”

~~~

The next morning Freezy stood in the small warehouse backroom where he disposed of many of his victim’s bodies. He had just finished cutting off a leg with a chainsaw and threw it into the sink. 

“Hello, sunshine.” A man cheerily said to him from behind. 

He whipped around surprised and then let out a chuckle when he saw the other man standing smiling at him while leaning against a support beam. 

“Lloyd fucking Hansen, long time no see, buddy.” Freezy greeted him and the two men shook hands. 

“Likewise,” Hansen answered with a shit-eating grin. 

“So, what brings you into town?”

“Here for a job actually.” He responded casually with a glint in his eyes before quickly pulling out his gun and shooting Freezy in the stomach. 

He fell down to the ground with a loud groan and clutched his stomach, “What the fuck, man?!” He screamed up at Hansen. 

Hansen walked up to Freezy calmly and loomed over him with his pistol pointed at his head.

“Sorry, pal, but a job’s a job.” He responded with a smirk before pulling the trigger.

Hansen pulled out his phone and dialed Jake, “It’s done.” was all he said before hanging up and casually walking away as if he hadn’t just killed a man.

Chapter 7

Taglist: @eralen, @rededfoxy, @thanatosfic, @rebekahdawkins, @daniphantom1​ @jasminedayz @chrisevanisliterallysir @rose-bliss@siriusjohnpotterhnpotter

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Rating: Explicit [MINORS DNI]

Type: Smut with Feels

Pairing: Daddy Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Ari spent the whole afternoon waiting for your guests to leave so you could jump each other’s pants, and when they do… just read the tags, I don’t know what came over me.

Word Count: 2909

Tags and Warnings: Explicit sexual content; d/s dynamic; mention of semi-public sex; vaginal fingering; vaginal penetration; dirty talk (like a lot); daddy kink; innocence, corruption and breeding kink (all play pretend but it’s there); brief mention of lactation kink (blink and you miss it but it’s there); praise; one use of the term slut very affectionately;power bottom and power top (somehow, i have no idea how this happened. i mean i do. ari is how it happened, he does things to me)

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A.N.: All praise and blame goes to @howdoyousleep3 for sending me a message saying “just the tip, just a finger, just a little taste”and“ask nicely, Daddy”. What was I supposed to do? Not go feral? You can actually also blame her for all my daddy kink fics in general because her writing taught me to be shameless about it. Two great examples that were certainly a lot of inspiration for this fic were episodes of one my favorite series: Daddy Steve and Baby Bucky with a breeding kinkandinnocence role-play.
Love you, K, thank you for always enabling my filth and for being such a sweet and inspiring person ❤️

Thank you also to @sidepartskinnyjeans for reading this and leaving the best comments on the doc, as usual

Ari pushed your hips against the counter and groaned in your ear, trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck.

You’d hosted a barbecue at your house with some friends and after some beers he just wouldn’t leave you alone. Grabbing your ass anytime he could, staring at you from across the room with a look that would soak your panties, if you still had them, which you didn’t because he’d pulled you into the bathroom and fingered you to completion, keeping them in his pocket for the rest of the afternoon. Gonna smell you on my fingers every time I take a sip. You choked on your drink when less than ten minutes later you met his gaze as he finished eating a piece of the cake you’d made and he sucked on the tips of his fingers to clean them, complimenting you in front of everyone, Delicious, love the cream you make. Where was the nearest hole? You needed to hide.

When your last guest finally left, the only question was if he’d bend you over the couch or the kitchen island, because you for sure weren’t making it to the bedroom. The island it was.

“Wearing this fucking dress, looking so fucking pretty, you drive me crazy, kitten.”

“Daddy…” you whined as you felt him press his still clothed cock against your ass, already so hard.

“Couldn’t think of anything else but this pussy the entire time, you got me drunk on you, baby.”

“Oh yes, you’re definitely drunk,” you giggled.

“Cheeky little-” a sharp slap and grab on your asscheek made you yelp, and you rocked back against him.

“We can’t, we have to clean up,” you teased.

“Oh, no, baby, c'mon, give Daddy what he needs.”

“And what do you need, Daddy?” You loved when he got this needy and desperate, it was so fun to tease him, even if you both knew you’d spread your legs for him in the blink of an eye.

“Oh you wanna hear me say it? I’ll say it.” He turned you around suddenly and lifted you up, setting you down on the marble counter. “I want inside this warm cunt that just pulls me in every fucking time.” He spread your legs wide and brought two thick fingers to run along your folds and sink into you slowly. “See? She loves me, anything I give her, my tongue, my fingers, this fat cock.” He brought your hand to feel him through his jeans, cock throbbing underneath the fabric as he fingered you. “Need her so much, kitten, let me have it, yes? Let me get my mouth on her, make her really fucking messy, hum?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy.” You kept stroking his crotch, already drooling at how you could picture his cock, thick and hard, a drop of precum at the tip. You wanted to feel it so fucking bad.

“You’re gonna pull on my hair? Grind against my face? So greedy, even when Daddy’s already buried in you, you still want more.”

“Only because my Daddy does it so well.”

He grinned at you like you’d just given him a gift. “Yeah, baby, you like what Daddy does to you? How well he treats this perfect body?”

“Love it so much, I have the best Daddy.” His free hand grabbed at your nape to pull you into a filthy kiss.

He squatted down and drew a path of kisses and hickeys from your knees to the top of your thighs. “You look so beautiful like this, baby, just dripping for me.” His thumb drew lazy circles around your clit and your hands predictably flew to his hair as soon as he swiped his tongue up your slit. “I’d be between these legs all day if I could.“

He licked up and down between your folds a couple times before his tongue slipped inside you. The room was filled with your moans and the sound of him loudly devouring you. Ari always got so sloppy when he was a bit tipsy and riled up from a day spent laughing and shooting the shit with your friends. A happy drunk Daddy was a messy Daddy. And you loved him.

As you got close to your orgasm, his mouth and his hand switched places and he fingered you once again as he sucked greedily on your clit. You pushed him against you, thrusting your hips forward and tightening your legs around his head, the scratch of his beard a sharp contrast to the softness of his tongue, helping drive you to the edge.

He rubbed the sensitive spot inside you again and again until you were gushing all over his face. Ari came up to kiss you as you reached your peak, both of his hands working every drop of pleasure out of you as you tasted yourself on his tongue and he trapped your lower lip between his own, sucking on the sensitive flesh.

When your pleasure subsided, you pulled his t-shirt off him and kissed him languidly, weaving your hands through his hair, letting them run down over his chest hair, savoring your post-orgasmic haze against his warm body as he pawed at your thighs and your ass, pulling you against him.

Your hands eventually found their way to his belt, quickly unbuttoning his pants and reaching for your prize. He thrust into your hand, desperate for any friction he could get.

You guided him towards your entrance, just rubbing his tip slowly up and down your drenched folds, mewling weakly when it went over your sensitive clit. "You want it, Daddy?”

“Yes, fuck, baby, c'mon, let me in, or I think I’m gonna blow my load right here.” His fingers were leaving their mark on your thighs with how tight he was gripping you.

“So soon, Daddy?” Your pout made him grunt, pulling his full lower lip between his teeth.

“I’ve been hard for hours, thinking of what to do with this beautiful body.” His face rubbed up down your neck with the sole purpose of making you feel his beard, making you shiver, as he knew he would. 

You wanted to tease him but your resolve was weak. He knew there was nothing more you wanted than to let him fuck you, give in to him.

“Good daddies get rewards. You should make sure to ask nicely.”

“Kitten, please, let Daddy in, just a bit. Just the tip, baby.” Fuck, not this. Everything but this. Having him throbbing and leaking in your hand, smearing your mess around, those big fucking hands holding onto you, and his deep velvet voice in your ear begging to slide in just the tip… Ugh, it was like he was corrupting you, begging for a crumb like that, too desperate to have you not to defile you. This man was going to ruin you.

You let him slide in, just an inch, before you stopped him again, your hand sliding up and down his length, jerking him off as your tight heat clenched the sensitive head. A deep, guttural groan erupted from his chest, and his hand flew to your nape and squeezed.

It was like he was turning into an animal bit by bit the more you pushed him. But you weren’t over.

“It’s stretching me out so much, Daddy.” His cock throbbed in your hand, his forehead scrunched up with the effort of not just driving into you. “If I let you in more you’d have to go slowly, you don’t wanna hurt me.”

“Fuck!” His knees faltered and he had to support himself on the table. Your heart leapt watching him come undone for you. “Never, sweetheart, I’ll be careful, so careful. Would never hurt you, Daddy always takes care of you.” Both his hands cupped your face to drop soft kisses all over it, a gentleness that tugged on your heart strings in the middle of such a debauched scene. Because happy, drunk, messy Daddy was still, before anything else, your Daddy.

“Yes, you do Daddy, always so gentle, so good to me.” You kissed along the expanse of his chest, releasing his cock and running your hands up his sides. A smile grew on your lips when he didn’t move, not until you told him to. Good Daddy. You bit the bottom of his ear lightly before whimpering, “Get inside me, Daddy, make your girl feel good.”

Even you didn’t believe he would keep up with the play and not just fuck into you, you were ready to drop it. However, he didslide in excruciatingly slow, stopping along the way to pull back and little and thrusting gently on that spot before continuing and again and again, as if he was truly trying to get you used to him before he ruined you.

“Is that okay, baby? You’re feeling good?”

“So good, so good.”

“I knew you would, this pussy was made for me, sweetheart, takes me so well.” He finally bottomed out, staying still deep inside you for a moment, enjoying how your walls clenched around him, and you purred Daddy, Daddy. “I know, baby, it’s a lot, isn’t it?” His nose brushed against yours and he kissed you, sucking on your trembling bottom lip.

He started to thrust into you gently, reveling in the noises you let out, kissing down your neck and shoulders, the top of your arms, any inch of skin he could reach. He chuckled against your skin when you pulled him into you with your legs, once again proving that his sweet girl could never deny him for long, even to play pretend.

Ari gradually started to fuck into you faster, pulling the fabric of your cleavage to the side to reveal your breast and suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. He growled against the soft skin when the angle wasn’t letting him do it the way he wanted.

You were suddenly empty, having only the few seconds it took him to remove the rest of his clothes to complain, before two big hands underneath your buttcheeks lifted you and he told you to wrap your arms around his neck. He carried you to the couch and sat down, making you straddle him and lower yourself on his cock.

A surprised yelp escaped you as his hands stayed in place and he was practically fucking you on his cock like a doll, his mouth finally full of your soft beast, like he’d intended.

His strength and his mouth on you had you reaching your peak at a breaking neck speed and he continued to make you bounce on him as your orgasm washed over you.

“That’s it, making such a mess on my cock, kitten.” He laid you stretched out on the couch and your brain was fuzzy as he moved you, maneuvering your legs to line himself up again and slide in, your body pliant under his touch. “So sweet, baby, love you so much.” Another deep kiss brought your attention back, while your body was still jelly. “You just lay there, let Daddy get his, yes?”

“Yes, Daddy, want you feeling good.”

“I am, kitten. Always feel so good when you’re wrapped around me.”

Your fingers stroked his beard as he kissed you, licking into your mouth and then wrapping his mouth around your tongue, sucking on it, knowing how that always went straight to your core. He chuckled when he felt you clench around him, triumphant in how he knew exactly what would rile you up, and started fucking faster into to you, chasing his pleasure. But, as you’d already proven today, you also knew him pretty well, and a daring idea sprouted in your mind. If you were still in full command of your brain, you would probably be too embarrassed to try it, but, since Ari had fucked it out of you, you didn’t even have to think twice.

“Are you close, Daddy?”

“Yes, so close, kitten.” His voice strained as his body was tensing up, ready for release.

“Don’t forget to pull out, Daddy, you don’t wanna get me pregnant.”

His hips faltered and came to a halt as he hissed at you, “What did you say?”

“I let you do it without a condom, Daddy, but you promised to pull out, remember?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. She’s gonna fucking kill me. You smiled mischievously at him, waiting for him to get his brain into gear and pick up what you were putting down. And when he did…

“I did, baby, but this warm cunt feels so good.” His hips were pistoning into you again. “Are you sure you don’t want it?” His face was rubbing at your neck once again and his voice got deeper, hungrier, as he spoke, “Don’t you want Daddy’s baby? You’d make such a beautiful mommy, all full of me.”

“Daddy…”

“I wanna see you big and round with our child, sweetheart, these tits are gonna look even better.” He kneaded one of your breasts and pulled on your nipple, making you cry out.

“Will you- Will you suck on them like you just did, Daddy?”

“Fuck! Is that what you want, want Daddy sucking on your tits?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Do you still want Daddy pulling out?”

“No, no, Daddy, don’t!”

He lifted his head to look you in the eye, mirroring the smile you gave him before. “Then ask nicely, kitten.” Motherf- 

“Come inside me, Daddy, please, fill me up. Give me a baby, Daddy!”

“Where do you want it, show me.”

Your hands flew to your belly, rubbing it over the scrunched up fabric of your dress. “Here, Daddy, want it in my belly, want it to grow with our baby inside.”

“You know I can’t say no when you beg so pretty.” He guided your hands under your knees so you’d hold your legs spread for him,  and he started to drop all his weight in every thrust, going impossibly deep and making you cry out. “This is how we make a baby, kitten.” One of his hands stayed by the side of your head, supporting him, as the other sneaked under your dress to grab onto the soft fat at the bottom of your belly - a part of you he’d always insist he loved, when he saw you suck it in, looking at the mirror. “Gonna come deep inside you, feed this hungry pussy and stay there, make sure you keep it all in, give us our baby.”

“Yes, Daddy, it’s so deep, you’re gonna get me pregnant.” In trying to play Ari, you’d clearly played yourself, words spilling out of you with no filter, your walls tightening around him as you approached yet another orgasm.

“Are you gonna come? Gonna come because Daddy said he’d put a baby in you? You’re so easy for me, kitten, such a sweet slut, just want to be owned, don’t you? You wanna go around knowing everybody can see you’re taken, I know you do.” There was nothing for you to do but mewl high and needy, tears running down the sides of your face. “Come with me, baby, milk my cock, c'mon, show me how much you want my baby.”

His hand moved down so his thumb could press on your clit and your body shook as you came for the fourth time, feeling him spill inside you too, both of you shouting out your pleasure as you held on to each other.

He was panting loudly, exhausted, lowering his body fully into yours as you wrapped your legs and arms around him, welcoming the soothing weight to help you calm down after having your body so violently rocked.

He felt so heavy inside you too, the warm come inside you making you clench around him in the aftershocks. It had been such a filthy scene but you felt so connected to him, emotional.

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay, it was a lot, you did so good.” His thumb swiped away the fresh tears you didn’t notice you were spilling, his other hand slipping under your head to gently squeeze at your nape, the tips of his fingers stroking you softly.

His gaze demanded your attention, so intense, so piercing, and he made a show out of inhaling deeply and letting the air out slowly, until you started mimicking him, calming down your heart rate, relaxing your body.

He smiled softly and dropped his lips to rub against yours, whispering sweet praises between soft kisses.

You stayed for a long time like that, until he was sure you’d both be okay. As you looked at him, his head on your chest, face turned up to look at you, and stroked his hair, you knew that it was all just a dirty fantasy for now but, if you were ever ready for the real thing, there was no one else you’d want it with. Ari was the one for you, and maybe you weren’t ready for a baby, but you were sure ready for the next big step.

A lump formed in your throat before you let out the words, never thinking this would be how it happened. “Ari, I wanna-”

“No, don’t say it.” He brought a thumb over your lips, reading you in ways that made your heart swell. “I know, baby. I have everything ready, let me do it right.”

You relaxed your head back, letting him kiss you. Happy Daddy and happy you.