warnings: like, everything. threesomes mmf and ffm. anal, like extreme anal too. oral. vaginal, and also extreme vaginal bc yikes that got crazy there for a moment. slight bondage. steve being the b e s t (imo that’s a logical warning)
word count: around 9,250
relationships: steve rogers x reader (main), andy barber x reader, mike weiss x reader, ransom drysdale x reader, robert pronge x reader, ari levinson x reader, colin shea x reader, nick vaughan x reader, frank adler, wanda maximoff x reader
a/n: i’m just discreetly dropping this mess in the cover of night lol. literally will never understand why my mind came up with this idea. but if you see this fic, who was your favorite power duo?
| 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?
♫ ·ﾟ
/ | 4.67K
/ | 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?
♫ ·ﾟ
/ | 4.67K
/ | 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=*] ☼ - ☼
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!!! ❤️
Warnings: language, fingering (f receiving), Ari’s mouth, soft dom elements, porn without much plot, Ari Levinson (yeah he’s a warning)
A/N: A little bit of fun on Monday. Thank you to @iwantutobehapppier for reading this through on the first blush and spurring me on a little bit and thank you to the members on Smut Hub for helping me decide what to write for this quick and dirty. <3 This is also the first time I’ve written for Ari. So… be gentle. lolol
“Come on, Peach,” he coaxed over you, breath panting against the curve of your jaw. Sinful lips dragging against your flesh with each hot puff of breath, “You know what I want to hear.”
His hand was firm against the small of your back as he led you from the tarmac to the private entrance at the airport that was designated for men like him to the vehicle that was awaiting both of you.
The car had blacked out windows and sleek silver rims that looked entirely too spotless, and before you had approached the right passenger door, a man in a sleek black suit had gotten out of the vehicle and addressed the two of you with a designated title that had surely seemed to startle you, yet had rolled off Ari like nothing.
The door was opened and Ari had urged you to get in first, the assurance that he was right behind you was the catalyst to get you to enter the vehicle. As your back had been pressed against the cool leather as you moved to the other side, you had studied the driver once more with a speculative gaze, studying the mirrored aviators that had prevented you from seeing his eyes.
It has been almost a year since Andy broke up with you. So why then why were you still living in the memory of your shared moments?
I DO NOT consent for my works to be reposted, translated or copied on Tumblr or any other site.
Warnings: ANGST, and when I say angst, I do mean ANGST. Choo, choo, all on the angst train! Implied (is it really or is it said alright tho?) cheating. If there’s any fluff, the angst will make you forget about it. Laurie/Andy. Slight Jake Jensen/Reader.
Word Count: 3.6K
(A/n: okay, I’m feeling super insecure about this fic, so I really hope someone likes it, because I took forever to write it and well, at one point it took a very different turn from what I’d planned.)
They say, “What a sad sight” I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair I’m sure that you got a wife out there Kids and Christmas, but I’m unaware ‘Cause I’m right where I cause no harm, mind my business If our love died young,I can’t bear witness
——————————————————————————
It started out on your summer job. Second-year of college, majoring in art history, turned out not to be cheap. By this point, you were wondering if your degree wasn’t just a joke that you used to get people off your back. You loved art, but you no longer had this passion you used to. You’d like to say that, like every twenty-year-old, you were bright-eyed and excited to start your life, but the truth is that a not-so-small part of you wanted to get it all over with.
So when a handsome stranger walked in with cerulean blue eyes, dark hair and a face as tired and weighted as yours, you couldn’t help but hang on to his every word.
I have heart eyes for this Alpha!Andy fic. I am truly captivated by both the writing style and the execution of this story, and how thrilling and unnerving the A/B/O dynamics can be if you are thrown into that world. It’s poetic and charming, and Brittany is massively talented. I’ve read it maybe a dozen times. Chef kisses all around.
I’ve only just started down this rabbit hole, but Werebear!Ari is such an intense character! The writing is sensational, and the underlying ideas of Ari being protective and possessive and so in tune with the environment have the hair on my neck standing up. I love him. I’m scared of him. I’m scared of what else could be lurking in the shadows. Chef kisses all around.
This is Demon!Billy content I am living and dying for. Billy is so sinful and seductive and protective. Chelsea, I am in misery…in the best way. He’s the monster of my dreams. Chef kisses all around.
This is Cryptid!bucky. It’s swamp Monster!bucky. And it managed to be so sinister and heartbreakingly beautifulthat this is a top contender for me. I want to run away from Bucky. I don’t want him to be alone. I want peace. I don’t know how Georgie did it, but I’m shattered and made whole all at the same time. Chef kisses all around.
Okay, full stop I am a sucker for Mafia/Mob!Bucky fics. They just hit some kind of way, and Star is an absolute casanova of a writer. If you are looking for a protective, domineering mobster you’ve come to the right place. Chef kisses all around.
Have you ever been so enamored by someone’s writing? Because Sloth creates S tier content, and she wrote a wickedly saccarine Yandere!Bucky that will both charm and unnerve you. He’s so head over heels for the reader. I seize up after reading it but keep finding myself going back. Chef kisses all around.
Alpha!Bucky is nothing less than an absolutely cunning predator. Navy, I swear I lose my breath every time a come across this story. The reader is super successful at evading her destiny - until she can’t of course. Bucky is possessive and powerful and I love it. Chef kisses all around.
Soft!Dark!Nick is a soft spot for me, and even if he is burning the world down he’s not leaving without his girl. Rae is such a beautiful writer, and the soft and possessive storytelling makes my knees weak. I know that I definitely wouldn’t tell him no. It’s a delicate display of power. Chef kisses all around.
There’s just something hypnotic about Merman!Steve that brings me to a full stop. I know I shouldn’t be so invested, but here I am, and I’ve probably read this two-part piece of art a dozen times. He’s the hyperfixation when you’re lying in bed waiting for sleep to meet you. He’s the nightmare of your dreams. I just can’t handle it. Chef kisses all around.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.
ClickHERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
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!
Summary: 11-year-old twins Brynn and Aliana are in for a very eventful summer break with their dad.
⚠️: divorce, brief mention of jail, insinuation of violence, v brief mention of intoxication, slight angst, bits of fluff mixed throughout
A/N: So, this is essentially gonna be like the Parent Trap just reimagined to something not as outlandish as parents separating their kids and not telling them about the other lol
Phase 1: So…what happened?
“Dad!,” both girls smile dropping their duffles and suitcases in the foyer with a loud thud before running towards their equally happy father. Even after all these years, he’s easily able to hoist each in one arm making laughs and giggles bounce off the neutral colored walls decorated with pictures of his ‘heart and soul’ as he fondly referred to the two.
You were honestly surprised to see your face up there a couple times. The older photo showing the both of you on your graduation day, cap in your hand and his thick arm around your shoulders as he kissed your temple especially has your lips curling into a small smile.
“How’re my girls?”
“Good!,” Aliana, the youngest by just seven minutes, giggles feeling the hairs of Ari’s beard against her cheek along with his lips before they move to her sister’s. “Brynn’s gotta boyfriend.”
“I do not! Ali does.”
“Nuh uh!”
“Okay how about no boyfriend talk from either of you until you’re 50. Or, better yet, I’m long gone in the dirt,” he states setting both down. When his eyes finally fall on you, it’s as if you’re back in that university cafeteria all over again. Looking over your notes with a last minute rush similar to the roadrunner hoping all the information you needed would stick before a tall distraction easy on the eyes with chestnut hair resting just below his ears took up the remainder of your time.
And then—like always when that feeling would come—you felt sad. Mournful even.
“Hey.”
“Hey Ari,” you smile fiddling with the strap of your purse.
“And here we go again,” Brynn mumbles only loud enough that her sister would hear. “We’re gonna put our bags in the room.”
“Need some help?,” both you and Ari ask at the same time secretly needing an excuse for a break from the tension.
“No we got it.”
They never really understood why their parents were like this. The obvious chemistry still there from the stolen glances and loving gleams in their eyes. Yet at the end of the day they went to their separate homes acting as if all that never happened. If they still liked each other, then why weren’t they together?
“So, how’s things at the shop?,” you ask following him to sit on the leather couch.
“Good! Well same as usual really. Mrs. Howell came in the other day asking about you and the girls.” She also might’ve mentioned how she wished you and Ari never divorced, but it was probably for the best that be left out.
“Yea, I’ve been meaning to go by the bakery so she could see them but I haven’t found the time. She always says how she’s got a slice of pie waiting with their names on it.”
“And we both know that ‘slice’ is gonna be a whole pie,” he adds making you both chuckle. “How’s the kitchen chef? Boss still down your neck?”
“Good, and no not anymore since someoneand his repair shop gang left such amazing reviews on the food. Not to mention nearly ripping his head off,” you smirk.
“He shouldn’t have messed with my girl.” The once playful mood noticeably shifts at his former term of endearment. Ari hadn’t called you that since the girls were infants, yet you could feel the burn to your cheeks as you gently cleared your throat to keep your emotions at bay.
“I’m sorry. It just slip-,”
“Ari it’s fine,” you brush off hoping he wouldn’t break through your carefree facade. “It’s uh getting late though, so I should probably go.”
“You’re leaving already ma?,” Aliana asks just before reaching the last step with Brynn close on her heels as usual. “Stay for dinner!”
“Yea! Dad’s letting us make our own pizzas, and then we’re gonna watch Zombie Masquerade!”
“I said maybeto the movie,” he adds. “Remember I uh said mom may not want you guys watching that so we had to ask first?”
“…but you suggested the movie dad,” Brynn states confused as to why he seemingly forgot how excited he was on the phone that night when he brought up the idea.
“Yea dad, you said how you wanted to see it at the movies but couldn’t so-,”
“Okay thanks girls,” Ari nervously chuckles trying to discreetly motion for them to stop talking.
“If you think they’ll be okay, then it’s fine with me,” you grin watching the pair excitedly bounce on the balls of their feet.
“You say that because I’m gonna be the one dealing with the bad dreams and late nights aren’t you?”
“Yep, and anything else that might come along,” you nod patting his protruding pec, which probably wasn’t the best idea on your part now missing the ridges and movements of his muscles under your fingers.
“Well…why not stay the night then? You know, to help out if the girls get scared?” With those addicting, soft baby blues looking down at you, it’s hard to say no. Who were you kidding, Ari’s general aura made it hard to say no.
It was exactly why you tried to keep your interactions short. Of course you were always cordial and friendly, but anything longer than an hour or two, and you knew your conscience would disappear, and maybe even your clothes too.
“It’d be like just like when we were little!,” Brynn smiles hugging Ari’s hips along with her sister.
“Yea! Cmon ma you know you wanna stay.” Although different colors, the three eerily similar sets of pleading eyes batting their long lashes causes a heavy sigh to pass your lips. Of course you wanted to spend the night, but was it the smartest choice?
“I’d love to, but I got a busy day tomorrow so I better head home.”
That’s not what they wanted to hear, but the pair understood letting their mom kiss their cheeks before giving her a final hug. As usual, Ari was there to walk you to the door embracing you in a hug as well that tended to last longer than one typically does. The bergamot and citrus of his cologne hitting your nostrils makes it even harder to let go.
“That offer’s always here you know. For dinner or spending the night if you want.” It’s an innocent statement, but the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through his chest and his lips at the top of your head still successfully make you weak in the knees. You can only nod peering up at your ex with a small smile suddenly unable to find your voice.
“Guess I’ll uh see you later then,” he says letting you go although every fiber and cell of his being protested.
“Call if you or the girls need anything.” With a single nod, he returns your small wave watching in remorse as you walk back to your car and your taillights grow smaller and smaller the further you drive down the road.
-
“Alright m’ladies, are you prepared for your evening among the royally undead?,” Ari dramatically asks donning a terribly fake British accent. The girls looked unimpressed pausing their conversation to deadpan their dork of a father.
“Hey, those were the movie voiceover guy’s words not mine.”
“Dad, what’s up with you and mom?,” Brynn outright questions crossing her arms in front of her chest. She never was one to beat around the bush.
“What do you mean?”
Patting the cushion in between them, both girls shift their bodies towards Ari as soon as his bottom touches the seat.
“For starters, you love each other..but you’re not together,” Aliana states holding out her index finger ready to count out their grievances.
“And I don’t know if you know this, but divorced people don’t love each other,” Brynn adds making Ari chuckle.
“And how do you know how divorced people act?”
“There’s kids at school with divorced parents dad. Plus Real Housewives.”
He can only shake his head as he laughs to himself at the things that come from their mouths.
“Well, I don’t know about those other parents, but I’ll always love your mom. She’s still my best friend, was my first serious relationship that truly showed me what love is. And not to mention she gave me my heart and soul,” he smiles taking turns pecking the tops of their heads.
“Then what happened? You love her and we know she still loves you,” Aliana asks peering up at her father with head of curls lying on his shoulder.
Truthfully he didn’t fully know that answer himself. At least not the root that eventually sprouted to your ultimate joint decision.
“Basically, I uh did something very dumb that I regret, which then led to me and your mom having a long conversation and deciding maybe it was best we weren’t together anymore.”
“Mhmm…does that mean you got drunk and kissed someone else?”
“What?! No, where’d you get that from?”
“Happened on Mansion Rules,” Brynn answers before grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Hillary deserved so much better than Todd.”
“Alright no more cable in your room, and remind me to call both your grandmothers to stop watching reality tv while babysitting,” he chuckles briefly tickling their sides making them giggle. “All you guys need to know is everything’s fine now, and I’ll never do it again.”
-
“And where am I supposed to go Y/N?!”
“I don’t know, maybe Frank’s since you’ve very recently shared a space before!,” you shout from the closet forcing more shirts and underwear in his duffle.
This was far from the “welcome home” Ari was expecting. Sure he knew he’d more than likely be met with your narrowed eyes and stern tone as you tried to figure out how this could happen. A small part even expected for you to just hug him and refuse to let go as you peppered kisses all over his face.
Clearly he was very off.
“I said I was sorry,” he sighs sitting on the edge of the bed. Not getting any sleep the night before, he wanted nothing more than to lie down comfortably in his own bed under his soft sheets. Preferably, with you beside him.
“But what was I gonna do? Just let him get jumped?”
“No, but try to be smart about it at least!”
Finally appearing before him, a thud echoes through the room as you drop his bag by his feet. Your eyes noticeably red and lashes wet from the brief contact they made with his before returning to the floor.
“That’s enough for about a week, maybe two. All that’s left is your toothbrush and whatever else you think you’ll need.”
There’s silence as he just peers at you and your thumb anxiously tapping against your upper arm while you hold yourself. Was this what you truly wanted?
“So that’s it? One mistake and I’m done?”
“We don’t have time for just one mistake Ari! Especially not one that puts you in jail,” you snap lifting your head. “We’re parents now. We have two little girls to think about, and the fact that you even put yourself in that situation shows me they’re not your first priority. That I’m not either.”
“You know that’s not true,” he lowly states, his own eyes beginning to water.
“No. Not anymore.” Both of you were silently crying now. Your respective sets of tears freely flowing down onto your cheeks and necks.
Yet neither of you moved to console the other. Fighting your urges to reach out ensuring that you’d be okay, and this was just a bump in the road for your relationship.
Wiping his eyes, he sniffs and clears his throat trying to collect himself. His gaze shifting to the clear sky and sunshine outside that definitely did not reflect the current mood inside the two-bedroom apartment. Did he so easily want to accept defeat? No, that was never in his nature. “You just don’t know when to quit do you?” His mother would grin shaking her head watching the little boy continue on, whether it was trying to perfect that three-pointer or reach that cookie jar she specifically told him to leave alone. It’s one of the many things you loved about him, but knew, just as his mother did, that it’d be his downfall at some point.
“Can I see them before I go?,” he quietly asks.
“They’re at my parents’. Won’t be back until tomorrow.”
Nodding his head, he slowly stands with a sigh bringing his bag to sling over his shoulder in the process. He’s hesitant lifting his thumb and index finger to your chin, but seeing you meet his eyes not pushing him away he leans down until your lips press together. Any other time it’d be agonizingly slow and one of you would’ve took the lead progressing things much further along. Now, it felt right. It fit the tone as you both needed one last time savoring each other. His beard prickling your skin. The way he’d always nip at your bottom lip before his tongue was appearing against your own.
Your always soft lips cushioning and soothing his own. The whimpers leaving your throat that hit him so deep he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand for long.
Foreheads resting against each other’s, you gently shake your head whispering “don’t” knowing exactly what he’d say next.
“You may not wanna hear it, but I love you. I-I love you, I love the girls, and I’ll never stop.”
-
“Pst…pst! Ali you awake?”
“No,” she sighs “I got the twin vibe something was up with you. Plus you kept moving and making the beads tap against the headboard.”
“Sorry.” Both girls shift to lie at the foot of their beds facing each other from opposite sides of the room. “I just keep thinking about mom and dad. I wonder what happened that was so bad it broke them up?”
“Dunno, but dad told us not to worry. Plus whatever happened they’re apparently over it now,” Ali states hugging her penguin stuffed animal.
“Yea that’s true. I…I just wish we could sit them in a room and get them to make up you know? Clearly there’s something still there.”
There’s silence as both girls just peer at the light carpet lining the floor. Aliana yawning as Brynn taps against her yellow, tropical themed sheets while the occasional car can be heard passing by outside. An idea soon comes to her mind though, quickly sitting up on her knees and startling her sister.
“Then again, what if we can?”
“Can what?”
“Get them back together!,” Brynn excitedly answers before covering her own mouth realizing she might’ve been a bit too loud. “What if we can get mom and dad back together? Make them realize they’re meant to be together.”
“And how would we do that?”
“…I have no idea, but we can figure it out.”
Biting her lip, she sits up with legs crossed under her and hugging her penguin close to her. “I dunno B, what if we make things worse? Or they really don’t want to be together anymore?”
“Then…we’ll deal with it. But I’d still rather try than not, and miss out on us all being a real family.”
“Weare a real family though.”
“You know what I mean Ali. Us being in one house rather than going back and forth,” Brynn smiles sliding out of bed to sit next to her sister. “So, you with me? I can’t do this without you.”
A beat of silence later, and she’s flashing a smile similar to the one in front of her before sticking out her hand to perform their secret handshake. “This summer just got a whole lot more interesting.”
If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only wish to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know. Also, if anyone prefers to turn on the notifications for my page that’s fine too!
Summary: Ari has a surprise waiting on your special day
⚠️: pretty much all fluff, Ari being the sweetest husband, tiny insinuation of adult times towards the end
A/N: This is my submission into @sparkledfirecracker writing fest that hopefully encompasses the cheesy element you were looking for☺️ (if not I’m sorry and can definitely try to do something else!). I’m finally deciding to try to get over my fears and participate in more challenges, so hopefully you guys like what I came up with!
“Alright, I’m calling you right before opening the door as you so randomly asked.”
“I know it’s weird, but it’ll be worth it I promise,” he smiles. “Now go see Ella first. She’s been helping me with all this.”
Doing as you’re told with the phone pressed against your ear, you lightly knock on your neighbor’s door still trying to figure out what your husband could possibly be up to.
“Ari what all do you have planned? And what’s this for?”
“You’ll see, just be patient gorgeous.” Ella’s usual cheery features soon appear as she opens the door holding a bag of groceries in one hand and small basket in the other. Even her little girl, Bea, seems to be helping out as she holds a small, purple flower vase filled with a low cut arrangement close to her chest.
“Happy Anniversary!”
“Appy Verse Airy!,” Bea adds with a toothy grin as she bounces on the balls of her feet.
“Aw thank you so much guys!,” you smile reaching out to take the items from their respective arms.
“Aht! Ari gave us very specific instructions to help you get these in the apartment, so if you wouldn’t mind opening your door please.”
“And tank you!,” Bea adds. She really might be the most adorable kid you’ve ever met.
“Well, can’t go against Ari now can we?,” you grin hearing his chuckle on the other line while leading them across the hall.
With a quick goodbye and a wish for you, and Ari, to have a good night, Ella and Bea are gone just as fast as they came leaving you alone in your cozy apartment. “Ari?”
“Hmm?”
“Our anniversary is in January. What’s this?”
“True it’s not our wedding anniversary, but it’s something just as important…the day we first met.” Sure enough, looking through the grocery bag you find a bottled pineapple daiquiri and a pack of Heineken instantly taking you back to that bar all those years ago.
“I know it’s probably corny, but it’s a day I’ll never forget and wanted to treat you to something special,” he explains nervously rubbing the back of his neck. What if you thought it was too much, and he should’ve just left things alone?
“No it’s sweet, thank you. And how could I forget? That’s also the day you stopped me from making the worst decision of my life,” you giggle taking a moment to sniff the colorful bouquet on the counter in front of you.
-
There’s collective groans from those at the bar watching yet another missed goal attempt from the Bruins’ center. Ari was sure this was somehow his karma for betting on a game with money he didn’t have. He just knew his team would win though; even the analysts from the pre-game show were sure.
But that ten percent chance at a loss was biting him in the butt right now.
“Looks like they’re cursed tonight,” the older man at the end of the bar with his Guinness sighs taking a drink.
“Cursed or still drunk from the night before,” the bartender chuckles along with the other men.
“At least it’s just the second period. And we’re tied at zero so we still got a chance,” Ari speaks.
“Always seeing the glass half full,” his friend and fellow trucker, Nick, states holding up his glass signaling for another round.
“Makes life a little better when you do.”
“Yea, but I’m a little surprised seeing how you got $200 riding on this game. Expected you to be the first one crying in the corner if I can be honest.”
“Call me crazy, but I gotta hunch everything’s gonna be fine.”
Just as the commentators announce a commercial break, the bell of the front door chimes followed by the apprehensive clicks of heels across the hardwood. From the corner of Ari’s eye as he tilts his head back to take a swig of his beer, he catches curious eyes searching around the bar and head of dark curls swiftly going back and forth.
Just in a simple burnt orange tank, covered by a dark grey sweater, and ripped jeans cuffed at your ankles stopping right at the small buckle of your strappy, black heels, you took Ari’s breath away. If you stepped outside right now, he was sure you’d stop traffic and cause a couple accidents as well.
Your eyes met briefly making the beefy trucker softly smile and feel giddy at your own beautifully curled lips. That was sadly short lived though, as you walked past to the man coming from the restroom equally as excited to see you from the tight hug and kiss he placed on your cheek.
The loud cheers of those around startle him back to the game seeing Bruins players and those in the stands cheering after their one goal.
“Ya see that?! Guy went between the legs, dodged a Pens player to score the goal,” Nick smiles excitedly clapping his friend’s shoulder and giving it a slight shake.
“Um n-no I missed it,” he answers. His intense blues peeking at the table about eight feet away one more time before his attention goes back to the players gliding on the ice. Being the nosey friend he is, Nick followed Ari’s gaze to see the couple talking and occasionally laughing with their hands intertwined on the table.
“You know them?”
“Nah I just saw her walk in and-,”
“Ah..say no more,” Nick nods drinking from the tall glass. “She is cute though.”
“Yea, but unfortunately he got to her first,” Ari sighs finishing his drink. Time passes and the bar fills with a few more people looking to catch the end of the game or to get a few drinks after a long day. Every so often, his eyes drift to your table wishing he was the one on the receiving end of your soft giggle. The one who could feel your fingers graze against his arm making goosebumps appear in their path.
“I’m gonna go to the restroom really quick. Can you get me a refill please?,” he hears you ask your date before drifting off towards the back.
God, even your voice was heavenly.
It was like clockwork how fast the door slammed open as soon as you disappeared. The angry blonde not searching long before seeing her target at the table by himself.
“Working late huh?,” she asks with arms crossed across her chest. Whether they wanted it or not, they now had the attention of the whole bar curious as to what would happen next.
“I-I was! I just finished maybe half an hour ago and decided to stop by for a drink,” the model-esque CEO answers. The glistening sweat on his brow can be seen from all the way across the bar.
“Mhm. And who’s purse is that? A ‘friend’ from work?”
“Noo, this lady went to the bathroom but didn’t need to take her purse so she asked if I could watch it for her.”
Oh this guy was something else.
“Look, I know you’re upset and you have every right to be. I should’ve just come straight home and had a drink with my girl, especially when I know all she’s been wanting is to spend some time with me.”
That seemed to butter her up enough from her features relaxing into a smile before standing on her tip toes to peck his lips.
“I thought you didn’t care.”
“Of course I do sweetheart. In fact, why don’t we stop by the mall to get that Chanel you’ve been hinting at?,” he smirks leading the woman towards the door.
“They’re still open?!”
“Yea but not for long so we gotta hurry,” he winks tapping her on the bottom as they exit the building leaving everyone except Ari unbothered.
“Poor girl,” he thought to himself. Soon you’d come out to an empty table definitely confused at why your seemingly great date decided to up and leave. And poor random blonde lady, who didn’t deserve to be bought as a distraction from her boyfriend/husband’s cheating ways.
“Um excuse me?,” he hears interrupting his thoughts as he turns around. Your nervous smile makes his heart melt although you definitely couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry to bother you, but do you by chance know where the guy at that table went? He was about ye tall, in a button up?”
Should he tell you the truth? No doubt breaking your heart and ruining your evening? Or try to make up something as a cover to not get involved? Either way, he’d go home feeling terrible.
Sighing as he passes a hand through the chestnut strands on his head, he turns in his seat so you’d have his full attention. Not that you didn’t have it already.
“This isn’t easy to say, but he left…with another woman. Some blonde who he definitely didn’t just meet if you uh catch my drift.”
The small gape of your full lips and your disappointed “oh” nearly has him wanting to find whoever that guy was himself.
“Last time I use a dating app,” you half-heartedly chuckle to yourself. Shaking your head as you try not to cry frustrated tears in the middle of a bar in front of this brawny man and his friends. “Thanks for letting me know. Have a good night.”
He didn’t know you, but he wished there was something he could do.
Collecting your purse and sweater, you return to the bar feeling like a child standing next to the giant men who were tall even sitting on their barstools. “Hey, um the guy that was over there? Did he already pay?,” you ask finally catching the bartender before he could get someone else’s order.
“Nope, just left without so much as a see ya.”
“Why am I not surprised,” you mumble to yourself searching for your wallet.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ari states shifting in his seat to retrieve his own out of his back pocket.
“What? No, I can’t let you do that.”
“Too late. Tommie, put it on my tab please.”
“Well thanks,” you smile. “That’s really nice of you.”
“S’nothing. Just look at it as my way of trying to make up for a crappy evening,” he shrugs with a tilted smile so powerful you could feel it’s effect down to your toes.
“And down the line when I tell this story of my worst date turned good, I should refer to my hero as?”
“Ari, Ari Levinson,” he answers sticking out his much larger, slick with moisture hand for you to shake. Both of you freezing at the droplets of water touching against your respective skin. “I promise it’s water from the bottle, not sweat.” For someone who looked so intimidating, you couldn’t help but feel as though he had a huge teddy bear hidden behind that thick wall of muscle.
“It’s okay. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
Another round of cheers erupts in the dimly lit room as the alarm from the lamp signals another goal from the Bruins now giving them a two-nothing lead. And distracting Ari long enough for him to miss you writing on one of your business cards.
“It was nice meeting you Ari!,” you shout over the many voices sliding the white paper near his hand.
‘Same time next weekend?’ Your neat handwriting read making his bearded cheeks heat and no doubt shift to a reddish color. Dread immediately overshadowed his excitement though, remembering his job and free weekends from here on out would be far and few. His mouth was set to explain he couldn’t make it, but you were gone. Only the light ringing of the front bell was left in your wake.
“Man you better thank your lucky stars, for a second-,” Nicky starts, but turns to watch his friend rush out the door looking both ways before finding whatever it was and jogging to the right. “Huh, looks like everything’s gonna be alright for you after all Levinson.”
His thick stature helps him along the concrete sidewalk from those moving out of his way, not wanting to run into, and possibly anger, him. Eventually, he passes enough yellow streetlights to get close enough where you could hear him call your name.
“Hey, did I forget something?”
“No I uh, I got your note, but next weekend isn’t the best for me,” he explains catching his breath.
“Oh, that’s okay! Just text me a time that’s good for you.”
“See that’s the thing…I don’t know when there’s gonna be a good time for me.” Your furrowed brows and slight head tilt causes his nerves to grow not sure how you’ll take his news. “I’m a truck driver…a-and my schedule right now can have me gone weeks at a time. Not that it’s always like that though! It’s uh just for the time being.”
Now this could go a few ways. Most popular from his experiences lately, was a laugh in the face how that’s not much of a real job. Or immediately declining any chance of a date happening since he wasn’t in a certain tax bracket. More specifically, a rich tax bracket.
Plus trucker’s didn’t really have the best reputation thanks to those horror movies.
“Oh….well…I guess dinner is out of the question then.”
Slowly nodding his head before his gaze stays glued to the ground below with hands deep in his pockets, he can’t say he’s surprised by your response. In fact, he knew you deserved more.
Someone who could give you more whether that be material things or their time.
“Physically that is.”
Using his fingers to comb his hair out of his face, his own adorably furrowed eyebrows leave you smitten already. “Come again?”
“There’s always FaceTime? Or Skype if that’s not good for you?”
“No! No, FaceTime definitely works.”
“Alright, then it’s a date?”
“It’s a date,” you both smile hopeful for what could come next.
-
Searching through the basket, a delightful grin graces your lips finding everything you’d need for a relaxing night in. A couple of your favorite scented bath bombs and salts, bubble bath liquid along with the adjoining lotion sure to have everyone on the floor smelling you, and even a pair of new baby blue pajamas.
You can definitely tell Ari picked them out from the nearly see-through material and lace on the matching tank top and shorts.
“Aww honey, you shouldn’t have.”
“I wanted to.” You can hear the wind rush past his ear as he walks outside. “Oh, and food should be there in five, 10 minutes.” He truly is a treasure that man.
“If we weren’t already married I swear I’d be over there down on one knee,” you state making a hearty laugh escape his lips.
“I’m glad you love your surprise gorgeous. Now go take a bath and spend the rest of the night not thinking about work. That beautiful brain and body deserves rest.” The scrape of a chair scooting against the floor along with small chattering tell you he’s more than likely at a diner. It’s where he usually liked to stop when he was hungry and had the time.
“Okay okay, I’ll go after the food comes,” you smile settling against the pillows of your couch. “What’re you getting?”
“Don’t know yet,” he sighs scanning the plastic menu in his hands. “Part of me wants just a regular burger and fries then the other wants something different. Wanna help me pick?”
“Sure, then after maybe you could help me with something?”
“Of course, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” you answer suddenly shy as you twirl the tie of your pants around your finger. “I was just thinking after you’re done and I’m in the tub…you could um help me relax even more.” You’d think as long as you’ve been together, and as many times you’ve partaken in this type of “quality time”, it’d be easier to come out and say.
All you can hear from the other end is rustling with shouts of “hey” and “you can’t be back here” before Ari repeatedly says sorry as he moves about.
“A-Ari?”
“Yea I’m still here sweetheart, hold on,” he states before placing the phone to his chest. “Hey Lucille, I got an emergency to take care of but can you get a number four ready for me? Yea just give me a call when it’s ready, I’ll come pick it up.”
It takes everything in you trying to hold in your laughs from his “oof” followed by another sorry. The wind rushes by once more as he jogs along the dark asphalt to the cab hidden within the waiting truck. Soon the undeniable thud of the driver side door closing, and click of the cab’s, fills your ears instinctively making you bite your lip in anticipation for what was to come.
“Alright gorgeous you helped me, now it’s only right I return the favor.”
If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only wants to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know! Also if you’d rather opt to turn on notifications for my page that’s fine too!
mafia!au, puppy play (mainly use of “good boy” referred to as a dog, hound, puppy etc.) oral (female receiving), leg humping, soft dom reader, sub!ari
if ur under 18, go away. & please lemme know what you think!!
You and Ari attend a business meeting, and at the beginning the other boss you’re meeting with just assumes that Ari is the one in charge; however, that’s not the case. While you look dainty, angelic, like you couldn’t even hurt a fly, you’re the one who runs the family and will not hesitate to fuck up anyone who stands in your way.
But, thanks to your loyal hound, you don’t have to, of course. You never need to dirty your hands again when Ari would do and will do, anything and everything for you; sometimes without even needing to say a single word.
Summary: A werewolf needs to learn his place. A siren and two vampires show him exactly where he belongs and the benefits of sharing.
Pairings: Siren!Reader x (Vampire!Ari Levinson, Vampire!Bucky, Werewolf!Ransom Drysdale)
Warnings:18+ ONLY. the aftermath of the Ransom angst train, cuckolding, masturbation (f), bisexual threesome (mmf), Bucky takes a dick like a champ, oral (f&m receiving), anal (mm), praise, begging.
Word Count: 3K+
A/N: I assure you all that this is pure filth. 1 more chapter for this series and we must say goodbye to them.
Relationship: Dennis Baker x Stripper!Reader; Dark!Andy Barber x Stripper!Reader; Ari Levinson x Stripper!Reader; light Lloyd Hansen 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: 5.6k
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, NSFW, Non-Con,kidnapping, 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
Andy was still there when you woke up after he finally let you sleep, lodged inside of you and holding you in a suffocating grip. He snored and shifted in his sleep, giving you just enough room to move out of his hold and let him slip out of you. He grumbled and quickly pulled you back against his chest, almost reflexively and you whined as you weakly struggled against him.
“It’s not like you have anywhere to go, baby.” He muttered as he started to wake up. He inhaled the scent of your hair and you felt him harden against your ass.
“Andy, no.” You pleaded with him, “I’m sore, please.”
Andy gave you a smug smile, “Okay, sweetheart. Looks like I wore you out.”
A wave of relief washed over you until he grabbed your hand and put it on his cock.
“You can still get me off.” He moved your hand up and down and groaned, “Just like that. You know exactly how to touch me.”
You tried to hold back your disgust as he started to thrust into your hand. He kissed you and held your face. His constant need for eye contact during sex unnerved you, treating his violations of you like acts of love.
“Tighter.” He groaned, “So close, baby.”
His breathing became labored as he picked up his pace. He pumped himself in and out of your hand frantically, desperately chasing his release. He wrapped one of his strong hands around yours and squeezed. You felt his cock twitch against your palm and he groaned as he spurted his hot cum shot onto your thigh and onto the sheets making a sticky mess.
He panted and kissed your forehead before getting up. Andy redressed and gave you a smile as he fixed his belt.
“I’m going to undo the cuffs just so that you can put this shirt on. Then I’m going to cuff your hands together so you can shower while I head home to take care of some things.”
You stared back at him hoping it would give you a chance to escape. He must have seen the hope in your eyes because his face hardened and he shook his head slowly as a warning.
“Don’t think you can get out of here. Lloyd and Jake are both upstairs. There’s no way you’re getting past them, especially not Lloyd.”
The mention of Lloyd’s name made you shiver. Being stuck with that psycho was the last thing you wanted. But if he was here then maybe he hadn’t gotten to Ari and Dennis just yet.
Andy did as promised and then led you out of the room. You were in a basement with a large stone staircase. There were other cells around you but they seemed to have been empty.
“Where did you find this place?” You asked him with frightened curiosity, “The cells…all of it…”
Andy sighed as he lightly pushed you through the door, “A friend of mine loaned it to me for the time being.”
“A friend?” You felt the hairs stand up on your body, “Someone else knows about me? About you kidnapping me?”
Andy stopped and turned to you, his eyes went dark and he grabbed your arm tighter, “Kidnapping you? Don’t talk about our relationship that way again.” He warned you sternly, “I’m doing what’s best for you, what’s best for us.”
“But, yes, he knows.” Andy continued, “He’ll be coming over tonight for dinner by the way. I’ll bring you something pretty to wear.”
As you walked through the hallway of the modern styled house you passed a room and heard loud grunting and groans come from the other side of the door. Skin slapping against skin and what sounded like a headboard banging against a wall. You could have sworn you only heard one person and wondered if there was another prisoner behind the door.
“Fucking Jake.” Andy grimaced, disgusted, “Him and his girlfriend.”
“Welp, since he’s busy, I’ll have Lloyd take you to shower.” Andy said exasperated as he headed towards the living room.
“Maybe, maybe we can just wait for Jake.” You tried to counter delicately, “He’s, um, nice.”
“Look, baby, I know Lloyd is a bit…off putting at times, but I know for a fact Jake isn’t leaving that room for at least another hour. I got you all messy and you need to get cleaned off.” He stroked your cheek and tried to assure you that you’d be fine.
“Hello, sunshine.” Lloyd smiled at you villainously as you entered the room with Andy. You saw him give you a quick lecherous once over and his eyes stilled at Andy’s dried spend on your thigh.
“Jake is, ah.. ‘detained’ at the moment,” Andy started, “and she needs to shower. I’ve gotta head out so just make sure she doesn’t try anything.”
“Oh?” Lloyd replied innocently, “Well, alright then, pal. I’ll make sure she doesn’t run away. Don’t worry.” He said standing up and exposing his holstered gun.
“No, Andy, please.” You turned to him and grabbed his wrist and looked at him with pleading eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest and you felt like you were going to hyperventilate.
“Aw, baby,” Andy cooed as he stroked your face, “Lloyd’s not actually going to use that gun on you. Are you, Lloyd?” He looked at the other man seriously.
He smirked back at you before answering, “Of course not, sunshine. This is just in case your boyfriends are stupid enough to come here and play hero.”
Your lip trembled at his words. You knew that Dennis and Ari would come for you, and Lloyd was ready to kill them on the spot.
Andy looked over at you annoyed and his eyes darkened at your response, “Look at me, Y/N. You’re mine now. I don’t want to see you crying over those fucking assholes. Do you understand me?” He said as he grabbed you by the jaw tightly.
You looked back at him trying to hold in your emotions, “I understand, Andy.”
He smiled at you and let your jaw go before kissing you on the forehead, “That’s better, sweetheart. Alright, I’m headed out. Don’t miss me too much.”
Lloyd gave you a long hard lecherous stare the moment Andy left the room. You saw the tent form in his pants and you tried to avert your eyes. Lloyd tutted you as he walked up to you and tilted your face up with his index finger.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, sunshine.” He taunted darkly before reaching down and gently touching Andy’s cum, “Dear old Andy really left quite the mess, didn’t he?”
You shuddered as he leaned in against your ear, “Maybe I should add to it.” He whispered.
“Don’t you dare.” You gritted out, “Andy would - he’d -”
“He’d what?” Lloyd cocked his head to the side amused. He bit his lip and pulled out his gun, putting it under your chin.
You gulped as you felt the cold metal press deeper and your breath quickened as you began to panic. Lloyd chuckled darkly and put his hand on your chest.
“Even through these tits I can feel your heart beating like a scared little rabbit.” He snickered at you, “Oh, wait. What’s that your ex used to call you? Bunny?”
“How do you know about that?” Your voice quavering and your body shaking in fright.
“How do you think they knew where you were yesterday?” He teased you, “Those two idiots were the perfect distraction for me to take you and they had no idea they were doing it.”
Jake must have told Andy and Lloyd about them. It was the only way they could have found out. You had been afraid of Lance and Ransom, but there had been a bigger monster in the parking lot that day.
“You’re really sexy when you’re scared,” Lloyd looked at you smugly before holstering his gun, “Come on, bunny. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Lloyd grabbed you by the arm and led you through the house. You passed by the room Jake was in and he was still going at it like Andy said he would. You finally got to the master bedroom and Lloyd took you into the bathroom. He undid your shackles and then closed the door. He stood there looking at you and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
“Wha-what are you doing?” You asked, covering yourself, “Wait outside. Andy wouldn’t want - “
Lloyd put his hand on his gun and gave you a wolfish grin, “Andy said to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t try anything. So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
“I’m going to tell him!” You protested, “I’m going to tell him what you’re doing!”
Lloyd laughed in your face as he leaned against the door, “No, you’re not. And I’ll tell you why, sunshine. I’ll go right over to Dennis’ house and put a bullet in his head and then one in Ari’s head. Then I’ll come back here and kill Jake and Andy. Then I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life every day until I get bored of that sweet little ass of yours – and that’s when I’ll kill you too.”
You felt the blood rush from your face and tears start to stream down. Your body began to shiver again in a mix of fear and humiliation. You slowly moved your hands down to the hem of your shirt and Lloyd hummed to himself as he watched you undress.
“Don’t bother trying to keep in those pretty little sobs.” He rasped darkly, “You know how much I like them, sunshine.”
~~~
“A student was kidnapped yesterday in the parking lot of a local law school in broad daylight. An incident that has rocked the campus community. Authorities say the young woman, Y/N L/N, has likely been taken by a man named Robert Pronge. Pronge is said to be a very dangerous contract killer with connections to the mafia.
If you see him do not approach. Call 911 immediately. If you see Y/N L/N, call 911 immediately. Please call the hotline number below if you have any tips on where he or Y/N might be.”
The news channel cut to Sheriff Bodecker as Dennis seethed in his living room. Andy had not only killed his cousin, but he was now framing him for your kidnapping. Dennis’ eyes went wide in disbelief when he saw Andy step in front of the camera after Bodecker had finished speaking.
“Y/N initially started as one of my students, but our relationship became so much more than that.” He choked out, “I love her so much and she has her whole life ahead of her.”
Andy wiped a tear from his eye as he continued, “I just want her back safely and unharmed. I hope they find the monster that took her. Baby, if you’re listening, just please stay strong. We’re going to find you. I promise, sweetheart.”
That was Andy Barber, ADA and boyfriend of the victim. Truly heartbreaking.
Dennis threw the remote at the TV, shattering the screen. He stood up and paced around his living room taking deep breaths to calm down. He couldn’t believe Andy’s gall to stand there and not only cry for you, but to play the concerned boyfriend on camera.
“He must be trying to break her.” Dennis thought to himself, otherwise why would Andy set the stage for your return?
Now he wasn’t intent on just rescuing you. He wanted revenge.
~~~
You sat in your cell under the covers for the rest of the day until Andy came back. You felt even dirtier after your shower. Lloyd watched you the entire time standing right in front of the glass door for an up close view. He watched you wash your most intimate parts and even demanded you do more.
“Touch yourself and look at me while you do it.”
“That’s a good girl. Make yourself cum. I wanna hear those pretty little noises you make for Andy.”
“Now put three in.”
“We’re done when I get bored and I’m nowhere near bored yet.”
“I knew you tasted good, sunshine.”
You got up from the bed and retched into the toilet. You emptied the shitty sandwich and Jello Jake had brought you for lunch out of your stomach. You took deep breaths to try and steady yourself as the humiliation and shame almost consumed you.
You laid back down curled into a ball until you heard footsteps in the hall. You cowered thinking that it might be Lloyd, but to your surprising relief it was Andy. He was standing in the doorway beaming at you, holding a pretty blue dress and a shopping bag.
“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted you as he walked towards you to sit down on the bed.
You didn’t expect yourself to hug him but you did. You knew Lloyd wouldn’t try anything as long as Andy was around or when Jake was at least in the room. He squeezed you back tightly he pulled away and gazed at you adoringly.
“I knew you’d start to come around, baby.” He cooed happily, “Maybe you won’t be here as long as I thought you would.”
You looked up at him but didn’t say anything, just nodded your head in agreement. You weren’t actually ready to give in, just too tired to fight him after what happened with Lloyd.
“I brought you something to wear for dinner tonight and some makeup too.” He said as he rubbed your shoulder, “I want you on your best behavior by the way. This is a test, just in case you’re wondering.”
“A test, of course.” You thought to yourself.
“I know you can pass if you want to, sweetheart.” Andy said before he gave you a peck on the side of your head and then undid your shackles, “Now get ready. Dinner will be ready in an hour.”
You reluctantly put on the dress and did your makeup. You sat back down and waited for Andy to come and get you. You heard him whistle happily as he walked down the hallway. When he opened the door you noticed he had changed from his t-shirt to a nice button up that brought out his eyes. He was handsome and if he weren’t such a psycho he was someone you’d actually consider dating.
He grinned and gave you once over, “Baby, you look beautiful.”
He walked over and pulled you in for a kiss. He moaned into your mouth as his hand traveled down to cup your ass. When he was done he put the cuffs back around your wrists.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He apologized sincerely, “Just a precaution for now.”
He led you back up the large stone steps to the dining room. You passed Jake’s room and heard him having sex with his girlfriend again. Andy noticeably bristled as he walked by the door.
You gasped when you saw Amber sitting at the dinner table in a wheelchair and a bag of some type of clear fluid in an IV.
“Amber!” You tried to approach her, but Andy grabbed you and took you to your seat, “Amber, oh my god. What are you doing here?!”
She looked back at you in a daze and giggled, “What do you mean here? Where is here?”
“She’s pretty drugged up. Morphine.” You heard a familiar voice enter the room. You turned toward where it was coming and saw Steve walk in with a large serving bowl.
“Stevie!!!” Amber nearly slurred excitedly when she saw him, “Where did you go?”
“To the kitchen to make us dinner, silly.” He said mockingly as he smiled and cocked his head to the side.
“Y/N, nice to see you again.” He greeted you as he sat down, giving you a charming grin.
“Brandon, or rather, Steve, did reconstructive surgery after Laurie and Jacob’s car accident.” Andy began to explain as Steve got up to pour everyone wine with the exception of Amber, “This is his house that he loaned me for the time being.”
“You knew about me?” You looked over at him horrified, “You knew about me and you helped him?! You- you drugged Amber and brought her to some fucked up dinner?!”
“Y/N, you need to calm down.” Steve replied evenly, but you could see a small malicious glint in his eyes, “You’re being a little dramatic.”
“Dramatic?!” You stood up, but Andy pulled you back down quickly.
“I thought you said she was going to be good, Andy.” He joked with a smirk, “She’s being a bad girl right now.”
“Bad girls get punished!” Amber declared loudly, “Punished, punished, punished!”
Steve chuckled at her as he dolled out the delicious looking pasta onto the plates. You noticed that there were two other place settings and assumed they must be for Jake and his girlfriend. As if right on cue you heard Jake before he entered the room.
“I’m sorry we’re late. We got a little carried away, if you know what I mean.”
Your eyes went wide when you saw him. He was sweaty and his face was red, his spiky hair disheveled from having sex. But what shocked you was what he was holding. It was a lifelike silicone sex doll wearing a revealing dress and heels. You could tell the perfume it was wearing was expensive as the scent wafted by you as Jake went to take his seat.
Andy closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose as Jake fixed up his doll in its chair. You could see Steve trying to hold back a laugh as he watched Jake fidget with his sex toy.
“Tiffany,” He said as he turned to the doll, “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Tiffany.”
You gulped and looked around the table, wondering if this was some type of joke. Andy elbowed you and you quickly greeted the doll, or rather, Tiffany.
“You forgot to serve Tiffany.” Jake told Steve sternly as he held out her plate in Steve’s direction.
Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head as he fixed a plate for her and poured her a glass of wine. He handed it back and gave Jake a mischievous grin.
“I hope you don’t mind that it’s vegetarian.” Steve told you all, “I don’t eat animals. Now, what should we toast to?”
Andy looked over at you with an adoring smile, “To love.” He said, raising his glass.
“To love!” The men cheersed and Amber yelled out.
The men started to dig in and you observed Steve across from you. You’d never seen someone open their mouths so wide to eat. Between every few bites he’d help feed Amber, who was so drugged out she ate like a messy child.
“How is it, honey?” You heard Jake sincerely ask his doll Tiffany, “I know, right? Steve is an excellent cook.”
You looked around the table and couldn’t decide which man was crazier. You had been kidnapped, Amber was clearly kidnapped and doped up out of her mind, and Jake was in love with a doll. Though you did notice that Steve and Andy both thumbed their noses at Jake’s choice of partner. But at least Jake wasn’t hurting a real person - well, aside from you.
“Not a fan of pasta?” Steve asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Don’t be rude, Y/N.” Andy chided you, “Eat your food.”
“I’m sorry,” You apologized politely before you picked up a bite to eat.
Steve watched you as you started to chew to see your reaction. The food was delicious and probably some of the best you’d ever had.
“Holy shit that’s good.” You blurted out with your mouth still a little full.
Steve chuckled lightly and smirked, “I’m relieved you like it. Not everyone likes vegetarian food.”
“Well, you said you don’t eat animals and you’re the chef.”
“If you don’t consider people animals.”
You nearly spat at your food and stared back at him wide-eyed. At this point you wouldn’t put that past any of them.
“I’m kidding. I’m kidding.” Steve raised his hands placatingly, “It was a joke. A really bad joke. I’m sorry.”
Amber groaned next to him, “Steeeve, I need to pee.” She whined.
Steve sighed and put down his fork to stand up. He grabbed her wheelchair and pulled her away from the table. You stood up from your chair and shrieked as you looked at her, nearly stumbling over. Amber’s right leg was gone. Only a bandaged nub peeked out from under her dress.
“What the fuck?! What the fuck?!” You screamed as Andy grabbed you and tried to calm you down.
Your reaction set Amber off and she started shrieking too. Steve grabbed her from behind and hugged her tightly.
“Shh..shh…Amber, just breathe. Take deep breaths.” He instructed her, trying to calm her down. He held his cheek against the side of her head and you could see him smiling. You could see there was a part of him that was enjoying this.
“She tried to run away. I warned her.” He said as he looked at you, “Like she said, bad girls get punished.”
You choked out a terrified sob. You hoped that Andy wouldn’t go as far to do something like that to you if you ran.
When Amber finally calmed down Steve took her to the bathroom. You sat back down and Andy rubbed your back to try and soothe you. This was an absolute horror show and you had no idea how you would make it through the rest of dinner, let alone the rest of your time with Andy.
Jake leaned over and kissed Tiffany on the cheek, “Looks like you’re the only one who knows how to behave tonight, sweetheart.”
~~~
Earlier that day…
Ari was working hard to overcome his failure to protect you. He called in every favor he had to find out who killed Freezy. He knew that whoever did the hit was obviously hired by Andy. When he got word that Lloyd was in town it made Ari’s blood run cold.
“This is a really fucking bad guy.” Ari called Dennis to tell him the news, “He’s former CIA and works for a large corporation doing off the books shit for them. He’s an unhinged psychopath and I have no doubt he’s involved in Free - I mean Robert’s death.”
Dennis was silent on the other end. He hoped that Lloyd was nowhere near you. What he did know was that he needed to get you out quickly knowing this guy was in the mix.
“What do we do now?” he finally asked.
“This guy doesn’t just do contract kills, Dennis. He does kidnapping, torture, all of it.” Ari said worriedly with a bit of panic in his voice, “Andy wouldn’t have just hired him for that one kill, he probably has him guarding Y/N.”
Dennis’ heart sank and he had a bad feeling in his gut, “Track him down and maybe he’ll lead us to her.”
“I already am, Dennis.” Ari tried to say calmly, “I’ll call you back when I find this son of a bitch.”
Three days later…
Ari finally caught a break when he spotted Lloyd meeting with a known contact in the city. Ari followed him from afar and called Dennis to let him know. He sent Dennis his phone location data so that he could follow him.
Ari continued to follow Lloyd until he met up with Jake in a parking lot. Ari knew that Jake was Andy’s nephew from the research he had done on him. He saw Jake give him a large envelope that was likely filled with cash and that confirmed for Ari that Andy had definitely hired Lloyd.
Ari watched the two men go in separate directions and he decided to follow Jake, assuming that the money exchanged must be Lloyd’s final payout. He followed Jake with enough distance for him to not realize he was being tailed.
Jake drove far outside of the city for what seemed like at least three hours before turning into the driveway of a very large expensive looking modern house. Ari pulled over just outside of the driveway out of sight and waited for Dennis to arrive. He saw another car parked in the driveway with Andy’s plates and knew he was there too.
“Alright, let’s go in.” Dennis said as he rushed out of his car towards Ari, “We need to get her out now!”
“Shhh! Dennis.” Ari quieted them just in case someone could hear, “Let’s try to draw at least one of them out first. We need to be careful. We’ve only got one shot at this.”
Dennis took a deep breath to study himself and then without warning he picked up a rock and threw it at Jake’s car. The alarm went off and he ran to hide out of sight nearby to hide. Ari huffed at Dennis acting without warning him and followed after him.
“Goddamn it!” Jake growled when he came out of the house to shut off the alarm.
Dennis jumped him and punched him in the face. Jake fell to the ground and Dennis wailed on him, releasing his pent up rage on Jake.
“He’s down! He’s down!” Ari whispered loudly as he pulled Dennis off of him, “He’s down Dennis. Now let’s go get Andy.”
~~~
Andy rested his sweaty forehead against yours as he laid on top of you in the basement. You panted underneath him as you tried to catch your breath. He kissed you softly before he pulled out, making you wince. Andy pulled on his boxer briefs and unshackled you so you could put on his under shirt.
“Hmmm…” He eyed you as if he were weighing something, “Maybe we can graduate to no cuffs while you’re in the room now.”
“Really?” You asked hopefully as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.
“Yeah,” He smiled at you, “But if you’re a bad girl and take advantage of that privilege, I won’t hesitate to chain you back up. Do you understand?”
“Mhm,” You shook your head adamantly, “I understand, Andy.”
“Good. I’ll go get you something to eat, sweetheart.” He cooed, “You did so well for me.”
Andy locked the cell door behind him and went up the stairs, leaving the basement door unlocked.
“Piece of shit!” Ari yelled as he came from behind the basement door and punched Andy in the stomach.
Andy groaned and doubled over. Ari punched him on the face while he was down and straddled him.
“Where the fuck is she?!” Dennis growled at him, “WHERE?!”
“Y/N! Y/N!” Dennis yelled out, calling for you.
You heard his voice and rushed up to your cell door, “DENNIS! DENNIS! I’M DOWN HERE!” You screamed as you pounded on the door, “DENNIS!”
Andy looked up at Dennis and cackled. His teeth now stained with blood, “Look at you, Dennis. You couldn’t handle your own fight and brought Ari. You fucking pussy.”
“Ari, move!” Dennis yelled and took his place on top of Andy, “Go get Y/N!”
The men were too busy paying attention to Andy that they didn’t see Lloyd rush into the room. He attacked Ari from behind, giving Andy just enough time to knock Dennis off of him. A large fight ensued between the four men.
Lloyd drew his gun and Ari grabbed his hands forcing them towards the ceiling. Lloyd fired off three rounds and managed to weasel out of Ari’s grip. You panicked when you heard the gunshots, hoping that Dennis hadn’t been hurt. Lloyd brought the gun down and pulled Ari into him before shooting him in the stomach.
Ari fell to the ground holding his stomach and Lloyd took aim at Dennis. Ari mustered enough strength to grab his legs and trip him, causing the gun to fly out of Lloyd’s hands. They both scrambled for it, but Ari reached it first. He turned around quickly and shot Lloyd in the head. He fell to the ground dead and Ari collapsed.
“Ari!” Dennis yelled, when he saw his friend fall down.
“One down, one to go.” Andy chuckled darkly, “And you’re the easy one.”
Dennis lost all control and lunged at Andy. He grabbed him by the hair and slammed the back of his head against the hard floor over and over again until Andy passed out. He ran over to Ari, who was still conscious but losing blood.
“Ari!” Dennis said in a panic as he tried to put pressure on the wound, “You’re shot! Oh my god you’re shot! What should I do?!”
“Go get Y/N.” Ari grunted out as he tried to breathe through the pain, “Go get her.”
Dennis nodded in agreement and rushed down the stairs calling out to you.
“Dennis!” You screamed from your cell. You were so relieved that you started crying.
He rammed into the door before it finally came off the hinges and he ran to you.
Dennis grabbed you and held you, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’m here now, princess, I’m here.”
“I knew you would come for me.” You pulled away and held his face while looking into his teary eyes.
He helped you off the ground and walked you out of the room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Andy pointing Lloyd’s gun at both of you. His head was bleeding and his hands shook as he breathed heavily from rage.
“Andy,” You pleaded with him, “Please just put the gun down and let me go. Please!”
“NO!” He bellowed as he switched his aim back and forth between you and Dennis. His eyes were wild and his face was practically foaming at the mouth.
“YOU’RE MINE! NOT HIS!” Andy screamed, “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH ME! NOT THIS FUCKING DWEEB!”
Dennis stood between you and Andy, “You lost, Andy. Now let her go.” He growled at the other man, “Have have some fucking dignitiy for once!”
“DIGNITY?! DIGNITY?!” Andy laughed darkly, “Fuck dignity! I’m here to win!”
Andy cocked the gun and Dennis closed his eyes ready for him to shoot. Instead you heard a loud thud and something heavy and metallic hit the ground. You peeked around Dennis and saw Ari breathing heavily and swaying until he fell to the ground. Andy laid on the ground with a fire extinguisher next to him.
“ARI!” You screamed as you rushed to him and got on your knees.
You tried to put pressure on his wound as his eyes fluttered open and shut. Dennis went to pull out his phone but noticed it was gone. Thinking it fell out during the fight he ran back upstairs to call an ambulance.
“Ari, please stay with me!” You cried, “Ari! Ari! Please!”
~~~
“This is the biggest scandal in the history of Middlesex County, perhaps even the state of Massachusetts. A crooked sheriff, a kidnapper ADA, a former CIA hitman, a hacker, and a cannibal surgeon. If this were a movie, you wouldn’t believe it…”
The newscaster continued to recount the story of Andy kidnapping you and how Sheriff Bodecker helped him cover it up along with a laundry list of other shady dealings. Steve was captured and the girls he had taken were released, including Amber. You were horrified when you found out that he had been selling their meat. All three of the men and Jake had been arrested and charged without bail.
“Reconstructive surgeon Brandon Steve Kemp -”
Dennis turned off the TV in the hospital room, “I can’t listen to any more of this shit.” He huffed as he tossed the remote down.
“Thanks. I can’t watch any more of it either.” You responded to him as you laid next to Ari in his hospital bed.
He was still recovering from his gunshot wound and you were thankful that he survived. He had coded twice, but the doctors were able to revive him. You cried when he finally woke up and was able to speak to you.
“I need a break from all of this.” You replied as you snuggled against Ari.
You would need to testify at multiple trials and had been interviewed by the police and FBI countless times. You had been forced to replay what happened over and over again.
Dennis was by your side through all of it. It would be a while for you to be intimate with him after what happened, but he was understanding and patient as always. He even arranged for you to regularly see the best trauma specialist in the city. He was as dead set as you were to get your life back.
“It’s so nice to have you here with me, sweet girl.” Ari suddenly rasped before turning to you and giving you a peck on the cheek.
“It’s nice to have you back too, Ari.” You smiled back at him while playing with his hair.
“You know, Y/N and I have been talking and we’d like you to come live with us until you’ve recovered.” Dennis said while he walked up to grab your hand.
“At least until you’ve recovered.” You offered, “I mean… I thought about what I wanted while you weren’t stable and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like without you. What it would be like without you both.”
“So…the three of us?” Ari asked while he looked up at Dennis.
“Yeah,” You and Dennis smiled at him, “The three of us.”
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.
ClickHERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
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!
Summary: You can’t think of a better to start your summer than to get railed by Ari. Who cares if he’s your dad’s best friend.
Pairing: Mean DBF!Ari x reader
Warnings: Smut, creampies, jealous/possessive Ari, rough smut, forced exhibitionism (reader is into it though), bratty reader, praise kink, size kink, spanking, slight degradation, age gap, ari is 6'6".
Word count: 2.4k
A/N: Second official sinday drabble, unbeta’d and written on my phone. Comments and reblogs are cherished.
For as long as you can remember, it’s been a family tradition to kick off summer with a small get-together in your backyard. Your dad is adamant that everyone shows up. He called you three times yesterday to make sure you were still on your way. Of course, you would never miss the chance to attend the party, it’s a fun occasion with good music, even better food and one thing you can’t find anywhere else, especially not at your college.
Ari Levison.
He’s the best thing about these parties. Always has been. Sure, he’s your dad’s best friend, but frankly, that makes you want him even more. The semi-retired boxer is sex on legs and the reason you have a drawer full of toys beside your bed.
Standing in your childhood bedroom, the sounds of boisterous conversations and steaks sizzling on the grill float through your open window with the warm summer breeze. Notes of freshly cut grass and barbecue follow, sweeping across your face, and a grin tugs at your lips. Oh, you love the smell of summer.
Slipping the wide strap of your new summer dress over your shoulder, you stare at your reflection. You look incredible. It was worth the three hours you spent in the mall, dragging Wanda and Monica through store after store until you found the right one.
The soft, lacy material fits your body perfectly, enhancing your curves, the top cinches under your breasts, pushing them up. And the color makes your skin glow. And if you had any anxieties about wearing it, they were wiped away after Bucky got a look at you in it. Your roommate’s eyes bulged out of his head and he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan when he asked you to twirl for him.
Hearing a familiar deep voice, you pad to your window, leaning on the frame as you pull on your sandal. Parting the sheer curtains with your fingers, you easily find the one man you’re constantly seeking out. At 6’6" he’s taller than every person in the yard.
“Damn,” your eyes widen as they rake over his massive frame.
Even from a distance, he looks like a greek god come to life. Long legs that go on forever, his large hands flying through the air as he talks to your dad. A faded blue towel casually thrown over his bare shoulder. Water drips off his tanned, lightly freckled chest, thin rivulets that lead down to the waistband of his black swimming trunks, they cling to his thick muscular thighs, emphasizing just how big he is.
Taking a sip of your wine, you sigh with content as the crisp Chardonnay hits your tongue and slides down your throat. Smiling to yourself, you watch your best friend laugh and smile while her brand new husband spun her around on the dance floor.
