Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader
Warnings: college drinking, possible underaged college drinking mentioned, end of year binge drinking mentioned, slight angst, unrequited feelings, explicit sexual content- mention of oral (m receiving), implied sexual content, explicit language, SIZE kink- Ari is 6’6 without skates, reader is small (must be 18+)
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: this one shot takes place almost 2 years before Light that Lamp.
warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: pure love for Ari, angst (finding the light and love), fluff, poetic smut - p in v smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), body worshiping, exhibitionism (gazebo and flower garden), this the most poetic fic, angst (I am sorry)
a/n :It’s based on the poem of the Sun and Moon. This is my love letter to my amor Ari. My heart and soul have gone into this fic by writing many and many poems about him, and I’ve also sent love attacks to all of my friends about him.
I would like to thank my lovely betas: @cwbucky- During my love rants about Ari, @navybrat817inspired me to write this fic and she helped me daydream about it. I’d like to thank my loves who allowed me to share a line of the fic with you these past few weeks.
Masterlist I apologize if some mistakes appear in my English, as it is my third language.
Love is rare. A secret entwined with perfumed lips and sodden somber flares. My love hangs with the stars and falls with the rain, and I never contested its ways.
According to legend, love conquers all difficulties and triumphs in destiny. You’ll meet the one who shines a spotlight into your soul, unraveling every compartment. You’ll get the sensation of touching the skies.
The colors will hold more vibrancy and soothe the soul. It’s as though wonderful symphonies are being infused into the atmosphere, each one becoming more passionate and majestic as it continues. When you inhaled the chilly, crisp air, one would feel alive and hear the wind whispering softly. You, on the other hand, were only surviving because of him.
You let the swaying breeze flutter your dress as you spin through the flower meadow, with the sun shining around you like a rosy gloss of passion. The dusk sun’s rays danced in the field with you as you whirled. Fireflies flitted by and danced above and around you.
I’m still in awe that I inspired even an ounce of this and even more in awe having read what you beautifully put together. The sun and moon both provide light for so many, but shine brightest for each other. It’s tragic, yet somehow hopeful as we know their love doesn’t die. Proud of you for writing something so tender and poetic for yourself and for Ari. Beautiful!!! ❤️
Pairings: Yenzy (Jensen) x itty bitty (platonic) and Hockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader (Levs x itty bitty)
Warnings: explicit language, physical violence- minor and not in detail (male towards male) excessive legal age drinking, heartache, angst, idiots in love and ruining it, bonehead Levs, MU team, itty bitty acting out of character, explicit sexual content implied- possibly a little dub con-ish depending on how you look at it, size kink- itty bitty is short and it’s making all the boys feral (must be 18+)
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
I know she’s not here anymore but a thank you to my sweet friend Siri for reading though this and spitballing ideas with me ❤️
So, just because there’s been some buzz around this part in particular- could I ask that you kindly put any spoiler comments/reblogs under a cut, please? ❤️ Thank you for all your support! I appreciate all of you so much!
I really had every intention of writing a part 2 to the Frank drabble I wrote yesterday… especially after @nomadicpixel practically begged for it… but it just wasn’t working out… and then I decided to try another approach… I’ve done a lot of cowboy!Ari moodboards… but I haven’t actually written him… and what’s better than cowboy!Ari? Cowboy!Ari getting married.
This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and the Spring Fling prompt “Happily Ever After”. This is also the shortest of my drabbles for Spring Fling at just under 200 words.
Title: Perfect Moment
Pairing:Ari Levinson x female reader
Rating:PG
Warnings:n/a
Disclaimer:This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
It was everything you’d ever imagined.
The field beyond the wooden arch was covered in wild flowers.
The sun was starting to set in the distance.
You’d found the dress of your dreams.
It was absolutely perfect.
Just like the tall, handsome cowboy standing below the wooden arch waiting for you.
You blinked back tears as you walked down the aisle a live acoustic guitar playing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”.
As you neared the arch, you saw Ari take a shaky breath and wipe a tear from his face with his thumb.
Then he stepped forward and held out his hand to you.
The crowd let out a little laugh as you picked up your pace, wanting to take his hand as quickly as possible.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered, once your hand was safely enveloped in his own.
The short ceremony seemed to drag on and on, with you and Ari both repeating the vows.
Then the officiant said, “Ari, you may kiss your bride.”
“Oh thank god,” Ari declared, before he pulled you against him. His lips finding yours just as the sun began to slip out of view.
Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader (Levs x itty bitty)
Warnings: ANGST- so much angst (I’m sorry!), explicit language, mean girls, feelings of low self esteem, broken heart, mention of physical violence (female against male), Cappy being an ass, flashback scenes (must be 18+)
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: angst was not my intent for these two- well not this much angst. I’m sorry!
| 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. ☼ - ☼
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
| Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (2000s Trailer Park AU)
|fluff, trailer park neighbours-to-lovers, AGE GAP, bartender!Ari, dilf!Ari, Ari Levinson x OCs, reader x other Cs (mentioned), innocent!reader, cigarettes, alcohol, beefy 6’8” Ari, soft!/dom!Ari, flirting, nicknames, size difference, manhandling, possessive behaviour, accidental voyeurism, SMUT - minors DNI, daddy kink, size kink, innocence/ruined kink, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, spitting, dacryphilia, breeding kink, squirting, cumplay, creampie(s), specific warnings in each part
| 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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/ | he’s here, dirty trailer daddy is here !! from this post. thank you everyone for sending asks, you’ve all helped me write this fic !! bc this is me, there will be cameos from other cevans/sebstan characters. In this version of the 80s, there’s cellphones and a bunch of other things bc I’m me. Inspired by Lana Del Rey songs (complete list here). No gifs/photos belong to me, found the pics on Pinterest, all credits go to the original creators. And I present, another dirty daddy for the books. All mistakes are my own. [smut=*] ☼ - ☼
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
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.”
AN: This fic is for the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming’s Jardin de Poemas challenge, and who better to use than Ari? My chosen poetry prompt is in bold.
Whilst this definitely can be read as a stand alone, there is a brief nod to this little ficlet I wrote, so that could be seen as a prequel.
I don’t even know what to say. Jen, this was so beautiful The way you set up their relationship and how they respected each other’s time and needs, how honest they were, and how I could feel Ari’s heart aching on that beach before she told him she loved him
This is now one of my favorite fics, it’s so full of heart and comforting and just so so so beautiful, I really have no better word for it. I am in love with Ari and with this fic
And now I’m gonna be:
The second time, you’d just picked up your favourite coffee on your way to work. You were making your way out of the crowded shop when you tripped. In an instant your cup was plucked out of your hand and your body was brought flush against a broad chest, your nose almost pressing into the golden hair protruding out the top of his partially undone shirt. The smell of sand and salty water wafted across you.
me in that moment:
“It’s true! And I know it’s ridiculous, because I don’t even know your real name, but in the least creepy way possible, I can’t get you off my mind.”
It is creepy but idc, kidnap me, daddy, i won’t complain once ❤
Thank you for this fic. Now excuse me, if you need me I’ll be curled up in the corner all up in my feels.
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)
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.
