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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Title: New Hire [2]

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Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Dubcon, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: @cocobutterqwueen strikes again, smh. pretty sure this is the second time i’ve turned a oneshot into a series on account of her, lmao. fair warning, i don’t know where this is going, but i hope you’ll enjoy getting there as much as i do. floral divider by @firefly-graphics

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘

Even in dreams, the steady rocking motion of your body makes itself known. Through the runny watercolor of your subconscious, you’re aware of the back and forth, the quiet whisper of the sheets on your skin.

“That’s it.”

Ari’s low voice drags you out of unconsciousness, and you slam back into your body, suddenly overwhelmed with sensation as his thick cock slides back into you.

“Good morning, Kitten,” he rasps, dragging his teeth down the side of your throat as you whine at the fullness inside of you. “Couldn’t wait.” His hair falls into his eyes as he grins at you. He loops his arm underneath your thigh, angling himself deeper as you gasp and moan.

“Ari!”

You don’t know how long he’s been at it, but your body already feels wound up tight like a spring as he continues to work you over. You should be used to it by now, it’s how he’s woken you up every day for the last week. It’s like he’s starving for you, his hand buried in your hair as his teeth scrape against the still-new mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

His thick cock punches the air from your lungs in a strained moan, and you feel him chuckle against your skin.

“Fucking cunt’s so perfect, Kitten,” he says in a voice like black honey. “Could stay in my pussy all day.” Despite yourself, you clench down around him at his words, and Ari looses a ragged groan. “That’s it, baby,” he pants. “Fuck.” He’s already so big that you feel the stretch of him every time, regardless of how often he’s you, and you can already feel the base of his cock swelling with his knot, forcing you open even.

You’re not sure if you’re pleading for him to stop or continue as his name drips from your lips like a blasphemous prayer.

“Ari, Ari, Ari—” You cum with a pitiful whine, digging your fingernails into the thick muscles at his shoulders, your thighs squeezing his hips as you writhe underneath him. Ari growls, baring his teeth as he bears down, the frayed cord of his restraint snapping.

“M’gonna fill you up how you need, Kitten,” his voice is low and guttural, fingers digging in to the meat of your hips as he ruts into you. “You want that, don’t you, Omega? Keep you nice and full of me, just like you deserve—” Ari slams into you so hard you squeal, tearing at the bedsheets underneath you as his knot pops into you, sealing the two of you together as he cums, hard. Ari presses his face into your throat, his beard rasping against your skin while his teeth slot neatly into the puncture wounds he’d left behind.

With a pathetic whine you cum again, a strangled gasp escaping your throat. Ari’s pleased growl vibrates against your skin, and you lay there beneath him, panting in the aftermath. When he pulls away from you, you can faintly scent the copper on his breath before he drops his lips to yours, kissing you.

“Morning,” he says again, and you squeak out a quiet “morning” in response before you hide your face against his shoulder. He chuckles breathlessly. “Shy, Kitten?”

You can’t help the embarrassment that heats your cheeks as you nod, unable to look him in the eye. You’re still not used to it, the intimacy. Even though it’s been a week since Ari moved you out of the guest room and into his, it still feels… surreal. Ari drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, before rolling onto his back, bringing you with him, sitting lewdly astride his lap with his cock still wedged inside of you. You grab for the sheets as he rolls over with a deep, sated sigh.

Ari drags his hands up and down your sides, and slowly flexes his hips into yours, laughing softly, when you cover your face with your hands.

“No, Kitten. Don’t hide from me.” Gently, he pulls your hands away, and you’re forced to look him in the eye. “Not so bad, right?” He gifts you with another languorous thrust, and you whine when his knot pulls at your cunt.

“N-no,” you mumble, your face burning. “I just… this is new, I never…” You swallow thickly. Aside from clumsy teenage fumbling that left you feeling guilty and unsatisfied, you’d never really been with anyone. Your father had quite seen to that. In fact, you could scarcely remember your “first time”, a painful, ten minute affair with one of the Beta boys from the neighborhood you’d been sweet on. “I never really had a boyfriend.”

Ari cups your chin. “I’m not your boyfriend, Kitten.” He swipes his finger across the fullness of your bottom lip. “I’m your mate.” The rings on his fingers glint in the low bedroom light. “And I’m going to take care of you.”

“Are you?” The question pops from your lips before you can swallow it down. You remember the way your father took care of your mother, how she worked herself half to death while he drank and smoked and fucked away her efforts. How she’d died, alone in that hospital because your father was too blitzed to drive—

“I’m a man of my word.” Ari says, furrowing his brow and cocking his head at you questioningly. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“I—no,” you admit. You feel your hindbrain preen as he strokes the apple of your cheek. Alpha is strong, it murmurs, just beneath the noise of your thoughts. Protects us. “But I’m… I’m scared, Ari. I, I don’t know you, a-and we’re mated, and—” You’re beginning to hyperventilate, all the ways in which this is wrong, so wrong are circling in your head. He’s your boss, it’s inappropriate, never should have happened—

“Hey, hey, Kitten, it’s okay,” he sits up, his softened cock slipping from your oversensitive folds as he presses you to his chest. Ari is so big, even sitting it’s like he towers over you as he wraps his arms around your body. “I know, I know things are new, and different now.” His voice is so soothing, so easy to listen to as he rubs his hand in circles on your back. “Sometimes this is how relationships go, Kitten. The rest will fall into place.”

He sounds so sure, it’s hard not to believe him. Your panicked breaths ease as Ari rocks you, his lips soft against your temple. You actually feel… safe.

Safe.

You’re not sure how long you sit there, but your heart rate has eased, and your staccato breaths have returned to normal by the time the pitter patter of little feet outside the door draws your attention. Liam bangs on the door with his tiny fists, and you hear the rumble of Ari’s laughter in his chest.

“Daddy,” he calls through the door. “It’s breakfast time, daddy! Are you up yet?”

“Wait for me in the kitchen, pal,” Ari calls. “We’re going to go out for breakfast.”

You manage to disentangle yourself from Ari—which is no small feat, considering how much he likes to touch you—and get into the shower. You make it quick, hopping out just as Ari is about to step in, and his palm cracks loudly against your ass as you scoot by. You yelp, as much from the pain as from the surprise as Ari clucks his tongue at you.

“Next time wait for me, Kitten.” He says with a wink. You rub lotion into your skin as you sit on the bed, before slipping into a sundress and sandals. Liam is downstairs waiting patiently, and he beams at you as you enter.

“Good morning!” he chirps, his wide grin missing a few teeth.

“Morning bud,” you say, crossing the kitchen to the fridge. You pull out the orange juice, and pour some into one of Liam’s brightly colored plastic cups. “Here you go.” He takes it from you, and takes a grateful swallow. “What do we say when someone gives us something, Li?” You ask, cocking your head.

“Thank you,” he replies bashfully, his little cheeks reddening. “I, I went to your room this morning but you wasn’t there.”

“Weren’t there,” you correct gently, more out of habit than anything. Your own face grows warm at his words, and you find yourself scrambling for an explanation.

“Well, um, you see, I, um—”

“She’s my mate, Liam,” Ari answers easily, and your head snaps up at the sound of his voice. You don’t know how a man as large as Ari manages to move so silently. “We’re all one big family, now, aren’t we?” You’re not sure Liam really comprehends the seriousness of the commitment—one you weren’t even sure if you’d consented to—but he seems pleased just the same, sipping on his orange juice.

“Y-yeah,” you reply with a small smile as Ari loops his arm around your shoulders. “Family.”

—

You’re not sure why you’re surprised when Ari parks the Jaguar directly in front of Goldie’s, but you suppose you shouldn’t be. Ari doesn’t do anything small, and that apparently includes breakfast. Goldie’s is a diner—the most popular one in the tristate area. The line stretches around the block, but Ari doesn’t bother finding the end of it. You try to ignore the murmurs of frustration filling the air behind you as Ari pulls open the double doors.

“Kevin, good to see you,” he greets the maitre’d with a familiar smile. “Any room for us?”

“Always, Mr. Levinson.” Ari grasps your hand, and you hoist Liam on your hip. He’d fallen asleep in the car with his thumb in his mouth, and it was too adorable for you to disturb him just yet, even for the waffles he’d been promised. Ari squeezes your hand, before leaning down to murmur in your ear.

“You’re such a good mother, Kitten.”

The complement makes your cheeks warm even as your stomach fills with hot lead. This wasn’t what I signed up for. Your conflicted thoughts won’t move from your mind, no matter how hard you shove at them, and as you settle the boy in the booth, he pops his thumb from between his lips and gives you a sleepy smile.

“Thank you.”

Your heart clenches. You do love Liam… Ari isn’t wrong about that. Ari sits across from the two of you.

“What are you hungry for, Kitten?” He slides you one of the menus with a wink. “On me.”

You open it, and begin scanning the items. Everything is expensive, all fancy, overwrought versions of staple items.

It looks amazing.

You’d never been anywhere like this before, not that you could remember. Your parents hadn’t had the spare funds for much—sometimes, not even groceries. And nights out had consisted of the drive thru, or if you were especially lucky, Chinese from the shop a few blocks away. This was… entirely new. It makes you feel… strangely inadequate. After all, what kind of person’s never been out to eat before?

“Um, this looks good.” You point at something underneath the section labeled Tried and True. Ari nods his approval at your choice. You glance down at Liam. “What are you getting?”

“Waffles!” He’s as decisive as his father. “Dad promised.”

“You’re right,” Ari’s warm laughter fills your ears. “I did.” When the waitress returns, he orders for everyone, checking that nothing’s changed. “That’s right, isn’t it Kitten?”

“Y-yeah, that’s, um. That’s it.” From your bag, you produce one of Liam’s coloring books and a pack of crayons, which he accepts and thanks you for without prompting. You busy yourself asking him about his drawing—it’s easier than acknowledging Ari, who watches the two of you with a pleased expression.

So he does it for you.

“Kitten.” His hand covers yours and you’re forced to look up, meet Ari’s cool gaze. “Your family name—your father’s name, it’s Randolph, isn’t it?” He asks, and you swallow thickly, nodding. There’s no use lying to Ari, and you know it. It’s like he can smell the dishonesty on your breath whenever you try.

“Yes. I have my mother’s maiden name, though.” You wonder if he can feel your relief at that through the bond. It’s been almost a year since you’d left your father’s house—run away, really. But you were grown, had been grown for years. So even when the cops found you in that shitty apartment before Ari, all they could do was tell you your father was looking for you and ask for permission to share your location, which you hadn’t given them.

You don’t like talking about your father. Even before last week when Ari had snapped after the amusement park, you kept the mentions of your past vague and uninteresting, unworthy of further questioning. You hadn’t hidden anything, either; Ari knew your real name, your phone number, previous addresses. It was certainly enough to get more information about you if one had the resources at their disposal.

What resources did Ari have at his disposal?

Breakfast is delicious, and by the time you make it back to the car you feel overfull, but sated. You climb into the passenger seat after making sure that Liam is buckled in safely, and you don’t jump when Ari rests his palm on your knee through your dress. He rubs tender circles with his thumb as he navigates out of the crowded parking lot and out onto the road.

“Did you have a good time, Kitten?” He purrs, and you nod, your breath catching in your throat a little.

“Yes, it was really nice, Ari. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. It’s what I should be doing for you.” He gives your thigh an affectionate little squeeze. “That reminds me. I have something for you.” The lopsided grin on his handsome face sets butterflies swirling in your stomach. “Well, two things. Glove compartment for one, my wallet for the other.” He fishes the dark leather wallet out of his pocket, and tosses it into your lap. “I had a card printed for you. Now you won’t even have to ask.”

The thick black card is metal and heavy, and there’s a gold chip glinting at the other end of it. Your name is printed in raised block letters on the front, and you run your thumb across it. It feels strangely serious as you slip it into your own wallet, almost afraid to open the glove compartment next.

“That’s the real gift,” Ari replies jokingly, nudging you with his elbow as he turns off of the freeway. “You can buy whatever you like, Kitten.” It’s unsettling being handed the keys to the proverbial kingdom—you’re not even sure what to do with them. You know Ari’s…wealthy, though you’ve no idea what his paychecks or… anything look like.

“Ari—”

“Open your other present, Kitten.” In the glove compartment is a long, slim jewelry box. Even the velvet covering on the outside feels expensive, and when you crack it open with nervous fingers, the delicate gold chain inside winks at you from the white satin cushion. You only briefly wonder if it’s real—knowing Ari, it certainly is. Gently, you stroke it with the pads of your fingers.

“Do you like it?”

“Ari, it’s beautiful.” The pendant hanging from the chain is shaped like a sitting cat, inside a heart. It’s the nicest piece of jewelry you own—everything else you have is gaudy and costume-y, things you’d grabbed from stalls at the mall when you took Liam with you to pick things up. Ari smiles at you, squeezing your knee again.

“I’m happy, Kitten.”

The Jaguar rounds the corner into the private drive leading up to the house. The gate slides open at the car’s approach, and you glance back at Liam, who is wide awake and flipping through one of the simple books you’d been reading with him. The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe was Liam’s latest fascination, and you all were currently right in the middle. You stifled a quiet giggle as you watched him carefully avoid flipping past the brightly colored bookmark—so as not to spoil himself with the illustrations.

What a good kid.

Ari’s low mutter draws you from your thoughts, his tension arcing sharply through the bond.

“What the fuck?” It’s so low Liam doesn’t hear it, but you do, your eyes snapping up to his face. Ari looks surprised, yes, but angry too, and you follow the line of his vision to—

“Stay in the car, Kitten.” You nod wordlessly at his order—he hadn’t even needed to make it an Alpha command, you would have obeyed him either way. Your stomach clenches and rolls, and your mouth won’t move as Liam leans forward in his seat, tugging on your elbow.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, his little voice muffled through the ringing in your ears and the rush of your blood. You can’t answer him, no sound comes out of your mouth as you stare at the man through the windshield, and he waves at you around Ari’s stern shoulder.

“Well aren’t you all grown up, darlin’?” You’re not fast enough at rolling up the windows, and even as Ari blocks his view, you hear his smug laughter. “What,” he says loudly in protest as he tries to skirt around your mate.

“Can’t a man see his daughter?”

to be continued…

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Thot: alpha Ari decided that you, the sweet omega who just moved into his neighborhood, is worth his knot. For the rest of your life. 😏

oohhh the courting 😣 he welcomes you to the neighbourhood with a basket full of sweets, fruit, and cozy blankets (do they maybe… smell like him ?? mayhaps). he makes his intentions very clear, offers to show you around town, and introduces you to his friends.

and when your heat arrives unexpectedly, he’s at your door to help *respectively* 😳 but when you beg him to touch you with that thin bedsheet around your body, he can’t resist 😖 he sweeps you up to your messy nest and fucks you into the comfy sheets and pillows, touching all your spots, making you melt into a puddle of twitches and whines, “what a good little omega. You were waiting for me, hm? didn’t even touch your wet pussy without me?”

#tw a/b/o #slutty Sunday #Ari levinson #sonnysprompts #ari levinson x reader #Ari levinson drabble #alpha Ari levinson #alpha!ari levinson #omega!reader #omega reader #ari levinson fanfiction

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missacidburn928 · 7 months

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Feeling extra gothic and spooky. Might mess around and finally work on this beauty.

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh.

Summary:

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside.

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

🐺

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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Moonlight & Fang Masterlist

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU

Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls. A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch. When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

Word Count: 21k

Warnings: 18+ Only

Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Blood and Violence, Werewolves, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Alpha/Omega, Morally Ambiguous Character, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Fluff

Chapters:

Little Red

The Orphan

The Hunter

The Blacksmith

The Rogue

The Forgotten Prince

Balance

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Hunt, Ari Levinson

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, gore, mentions of bows and arrows, knife violence, slight angst, sacrficies, dubcon relationship.

Your head snapped up at the noise that came from the riverbank’s opposite edge. The anxiety bubbled in your chest as you wondered if it would be man or beast, and if you’d have to take another life today, so you ducked behind the rock you were hunting from. That was, until you spotted a large grizzly padding his way towards the stream.

You held your position, refusing to make a move; because if you did, it was highly likely that you could come across as prey to the bear, and if it was hungry, that could very well be your last mistake. Your heart raced as you watched the majestic beast, feeling a sort of calm washing over your senses. But through it all, the worry was in your veins, waiting on the call to flee or fight.

But the bear almost seemed to be paying you no mind, instead making his way to the water. You found a small smile making its way to the corners of your lips, pulling on them as it flopped onto its side, allowing the water to soak its dense fur. The bear had no concern to see you as a threat.

You giggled, unable to stop the nervous habit as you watched the bear roll in the water.

The bear’s movements ceased, and his head shot up into the cool Autumn air. Your breath caught in your throat. The giant, majestic creature was watching you intently with oceanic eyes that seemed to stare through your very soul.

“I won’t hurt you,” you offered softly, stepping out of the way of the rock, so that if you had to run you could. But instead, you picked up one of the salmon you’d caught just a few moments before. You tossed it to the bear, and it landed with a dull thud against the stream’s embankment. The bear looked at you cautiously, as though it were gauging you, before rising out of the water and heading towards the fish. You held your hands out defensively as you took a step back, “I won’t hurt you Mr. Bear.”

The bear chuffed, and had you known any better you would have thought it sounded like the bear was laughing at you. You, a simple woman from the village, a threat to the behemoth…anyone would find that laughable.

“I’m sharing my dinner,” you commented dryly, unamused by the bear’s attitude towards you, “you better not attack me for it later…”

The bear snorted heavily over the salmon, before digging into it. You watched, momentarily, as the bear’s claws shredded the fish as though it were something insignificant, and a worry brewed in the back of your mind, reminding you that the bear was no simple house pet that you could tame.

With a sigh, you dropped your hands, and slowly made your way back towards your supplies. Looking around, you realized that it was still far too light to make a fire, as other hunters would be able to spot you, so you dug your knife into the fish and tore it open, eating what you could.

Slowly, you noticed the bear began paying more and more attention to you while you attempted to eat your food. You spared him a sad look, “don’t make me give up the last of it too…I was only able to catch two today…and I haven’t had anything to eat yesterday.”

The bear stopped picking at his salmon, instead choosing to pick it up and angle his head in a way that looked like he was about to shake it. You watched curiously as he ‘threw’ the mangled fish back to you.

Your heart raced momentarily, and you prayed that the bear that had found you wasn’t a shifter. It was the annual hunt, and you’d been in the woods for two nights now without seeing any of them and had killed two men who had found you and attempted to take your maidenhood.

“You can’t…understand me…can you?”

To your question the bear began licking his paws. You narrowed your eyes, watching for any signs that he could possibly be a shifter or that he understood what you were saying, but the longer you watched him, the sillier you felt.

“Of course you can’t understand me,” you muttered softly as you looked away from him, “these woods are driving me crazy…they’ve got me thinking you’re a shifter.”

The bear had gone back to ignoring her and had dipped himself partially back into the water. You giggled watching as he rubbed his back on one of the larger rocks either to scratch an itch or clean himself, you weren’t all too sure. But you were quick to frown when you saw the dried blood on your hands.

The blood of the two men you had killed.

The blood and guts of the salmon?

You weren’t too sure anymore.

“If I bathe in the stream, will you promise not to eat me, Mr. Bear?”

The bear chose to ignore you, yet again, satisfying his own bathing needs.

With a quick glance over your shoulder your breathing got heavier. It was now or never, and you had to decide if you wanted to remain dirty and bloodied, or if you wanted to clean yourself off. If you waited any longer, then it might be too late to adequately dry off, and the cool autumn night would leave you with a chill and get you sick.

You through your clothes off, quickly stripping yourself away from them and you ran into the water. It wasn’t shallow, that much you knew from when you were fishing earlier. It was deep enough to where you could go out to your waist. But suddenly you felt self-conscious. Your eyes whipped around until you caught sight of the bear, watching you yet again.

Your hands raced up your chest, cradling your breasts, covering yourself from the beast.

“Look away, you naughty bear.”

But the bear continued to watch you, curiosity overtaking him.

The anxiety came bubbling back up, so you dunked yourself quickly, to make sure that you could get the grime out of your hair and off of your face. But when you came back up, the bear was no longer in the water.

He’d made his way up the embankment and was watching you from a much closer distance. He was sniffing your clothing.

“Go away!” you begged, covering your modesty, while trying to encourage the wild beast to leave you alone, “go away, please!”

But he didn’t. He only seemed to sniff your clothes more vigorously, pawing at the material.

Until a twig snapped.

You didn’t hear it, but he did. His head snapped in the direction of the action, and your eyes followed his. It took you but a moment to race out of the water, forgetting your modesty as you rushed to your clothes.

“Please don’t kill me!” you begged as you startled the bear, “whatever you heard made you nervous…and I can’t let anyone find me…not like this.”

You rushed back into your shoddy and torn dress, and he seemed to place himself between you and whatever was out there. Without thinking about it, your hand gripped his fur, as though he were some living teddy bear, your animal protector.

A shiver ran down your spine, and a gust of wind shot up your dress, making you feel chilled to the bone.

“Whatever you are hearing, I think we should leave.”

This, the bear seemed to understand, as he gently nudged you. You didn’t even question how the bear managed to make you feel safe.

You were being hunted by man and beast alike, and yet, this large grizzly seemed to make you feel like you were protected.

You followed his gentle nudges, never once letting go of the soft chestnut fur, until you reached a cave, a few miles away. The bear was the one that had stopped the two of you in your journey, looking carefully at you.

“Is it-is it safe in there?”

He sniffed the air, before walking in, leaving you outside of the cave. You looked around the woods, unable to see if there was a threat. But you felt a longing to be near the bear again. The two of you had an unspoken understanding and a mutual respect; and if nothing else, he was offering you a safe space for the night.

His cave was dark, but roomy. Walking into it, you had expected a dirty cavern that would be tight and congested, littered with fish bones or whatever carcasses the bear could have managed to bring back, but yet this den was anything but.

You felt worry in the pit of your stomach as you looked around. There wasn’t any sign that a human had been there recently, but that still didn’t mean that you were off the hook yet. It didn’t mean that a shifter couldn’t be lurking around.

A large grizzly like the one that had taken you in and offered you security for your simple act of kindness could easily be loyal to a shifter; and werebears and mountain lions were popular in the area.

You looked around the den, seeing that the bear had taken up residence in one of the darker, more tighter corners, and you nodded to yourself. If he was a shifter, he would have changed by now. Off in a separate corner, you saw a little cavern, one that looked small enough to build a fire. It had a peaked roof, and walking into it, you noticed that it had a tunnel that went deeper off into the cave.

With another nod, you made your way back to the entrance. But you stopped when the bear grumbled. Turning on your heel, you sighed. He was still watching you.

“I’m going to get some firewood,” you told him, as though your comments would mean much to him, “I’m human, which means I could die of hypothermia if I don’t stay warm through the night…I need a fire.”

The bear laid back down, and for another moment, you wondered if he was at least loyal to the shifters, or at least understood the words you were speaking. But when his eyes closed and he started resting once again, you continued your journey outside.

It wasn’t hard to find kindling, and other wood pieces that you could use to build and maintain a fire through at least the coldest hours of the night. And before the sunset started peaking over the foothills, you were finding your way back to the entrance yet again and quickly making your way to the cavern where you could light your little fire.

The evening came quickly, and you were warmed by your fire; your guard bear snoring lightly off in his little corner. It wasn’t until you heard some noise outside that you put your fire out, deciding that you were going to investigate.

Your stomach plummeted when a group of three men were stumbling through the clearing and towards your sanctuary.

“Hold your position,” you proclaimed loudly, making your presence known to the men who were whispering and arguing about where to hide for the night, “what business have you here?”

“Please Miss,” one called, holding out his pitch torch so that he and his companions were lit well enough for you to see that they were injured. You gasped, seeing the claw marks on their arms and chests, “we were attacked-our village. By a werebear. We saw puffs of smoke through the woods, coming from the top of this hill.”

“Y-you cannot come here!” you said quickly, “I-I cannot help you.”

“We only need a place to rest,” the second began, pulling away from his friends, “we will protect you if another shows.”

“NO!” you called firmly, taking a few steps back, “you must leave! Now! Keep your evils away from me.”

“What are you hiding, Miss?”

“I know her,” the third spoke calmly, raising his head and looking at you. You felt your chest tighten, “you were the sacrifice…y-you’re the reason they’re going feral…”

“I-“

“You are conspiring with them!” the first accused, suddenly becoming angry, “why else would you be hiding away while the villages are getting destroyed!”

“No, I-“

“You’re a witch, aren’t you?” the first proclaimed, suddenly angry. He dropped his torch and reached behind himself, grabbing his bow and an arrow off his back, “WITCH!”

“No, wait,” you began, racing to tell him that you weren’t a witch or conspiring with anyone, “I-“

“BEAR!”

Suddenly, you were being pushed out of the way by a mass of chestnut fur. Your protector had awoken, and not taken kindly to other humans being around the two of you.

The injured men quickly took up fighting stances, dropping their torches in favor of weapons, while your bear charged towards them. The arrow whizzed past its position, and thudded softly against the bear’s arm, drawing a loud, angry roar from him.

Your hands went up to your mouth, and you gasped. The creature that had been watching out for you was struck by men, and it was all your fault.

But he continued his assault, quickly taking down the man with the bow, while the second man left his injured friend behind and came at you with a knife. Behind him, his friends screamed as they were being mauled by the bear, limbs being shredded, muscle eviscerated, and blood splattering against the trees and soft forest floor.

“Witch!” he proclaimed, rushing you with his knife. You dodged the first gouge he attempted, and he managed to catch the edge of your dress with his next downwards slice.

“I’m not!” you began, rushing towards you own supplies inside the cave. He caught you on the next slash, the soft flesh of your thigh splitting open with his shallow cut. You fell to the ground as the pain rushed your leg and blood tinted your skin, “Please! STOP!”

The man’s mouth fell open. He looked like he was gasping for breath, as his actions faltered. The knife fell out of his hand and hit the cave floor, clattering about. Your short, ragged breathing slowed when you saw the large bear behind him, and in a moment, the man fell to his knees, blood pouring around the back of his neck, and staining his tunic red.

And then his head fell to the floor in front of you.

You stifled a shriek behind your hand, your mind racing all too fast over what had just happened. You looked to your bear, forgetting your own injury as you noticed an arrow sticking out from one of his forearms, and a gash just between his front haunches.

“Y-you’re injured.”

The bear looked at you and you could see that his own injuries didn’t matter to him. You turned towards your supplied and reached for something to help him.

“Le-let me…Please. Pl-please let me take care of you, Mr. Bear.”

The bear gave a grumble, but fell down beside her, far too exhausted from his own battle to argue. You were quick to pull out your bottle of alcohol, needle, and some dried strips of animal muscle. You winced putting pressure on your leg, and decided that after you took care of your protector you would stitch yourself up. Until then, you ripped a strip of your dress off and tied it around your thigh so that the bleeding would at least have pressure on it.

Turning your attention back to the bear, you noticed his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Please don’t die on me,” you begged softly, stroking his muzzle. He gave you an apologetic look and you returned it, holding up the bottle of alcohol, “I know you can’t understand me…but what I’m about to do is going to hurt…I’m sorry Mr. Bear…”

He groaned when you opened the bottle and poured some of your booze on his wounds. You frowned, wishing that you didn’t have to hurt him so. Putting your hand on the arrow, you broke off the end that was sticking out of him and pulled it through the other side.

He gave an angry roar, but restrained himself, not snapping at you like you had expected.

“I’m sorry,” you reiterated whilst you stitched up the wounds. Every once in a while, your bear would softly groan at you, but he didn’t make any attempt to hurt you. When you were finally done, he rolled onto his back. You softly touched his fur, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Bear…I really am.”

But your protector was already off in his own dream world, his oceanic eyes covered up by his furry lids. So, you turned your attention towards yourself. With a shiver, you realized that you’d put out your fire when the group of men had come towards the cave, so your first order of business was to make sure that you could get it started back up again.

When you felt yourself becoming warmed up by the fire, and the cave started feeling like an acceptable temperature you turned your attention to your own wounds. With a heavy sigh, you peeled the dried strip of dress from the gash on your leg.

The burn made you cringe, and you whimpered, knowing that in just a few minutes it was going to get worse. Taking your needle, you sterilized it with your alcohol. Then, taking a heavy swig, you poured a healthy amount over your own wound.

“FUCK!”

You hadn’t realized that the bear was awake and watching you again. Or that his heart ached as he saw you tending to your own wounds, wishing that he could show himself to you.

But he still didn’t have the strength. He was still far too weak to go back to his human form to let you know that he would protect you in any way possible.

So, he watched you with a heavy heart as you sewed your own wounds shut. And when you lazily crawled towards him, he closed his lids, pretending not to notice your small form against his beastly one.

“You better not eat me in my sleep,” you whimpered softly, petting his chestnut fur. He felt a contented rumble growing deep within himself as it emanated from his body, “you’re a sweet bear…I only hope you stay that way in the morning.”

But when the first morning lights streaked through the entrance of the cave, it was not a bear that you were wrapped up in. It was not the two large furry paws, or chestnut fur that had kept you warm long after the fire died out.

In its place was a man, naked as the day he was born. He had long chestnut hair, and his chest was speckled similarly with patches over his pecs and running down the center of his chest.

You jumped away from him, shocked at what was going on, lost in the translation of it all. His eyes opened tiredly, but just enough so that he could peak at you before closing them once again, “I’m tired little mate…come back to me and let us rest until the afternoon…”

“Y-you’re human!” she said quickly, “wh-where is my bear? Who are you? What did you do to him?”

His eyes opened and you gasped, “What on earth are you talking about, little mate? It’s still me. I’m still Ari, your bear.”

“Y-you were a shifter.”

“I am a shifter,” he said softly, rolling onto his back. You gasped, seeing the wounds on his forearm and chest, “I couldn’t change back after those men…”

“And before that?”

“Little mate, we have all the time in the world to discuss that, now that I’ve found you before the third day ends,” he reminded you. You looked to the entrance of the cave, tempted to run, “I will say that you can run, but I’ve already got your scent in my mind…I was tracking you for nearly two days, little one…I doubt you’ll be able to escape me now.”

“But I-“

“And anyways…I’m a bear…I like the chase. It really revs me up,” he growled playfully, sparing you a glance. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes subconsciously worked down his chest to his growing erection, “what, little mate? Do I pique your interest in this form?”

“D-don’t call me that…”

“Call you what?” he asked, the playfulness falling away from himself, “Mate? That’s what you are. You’re my mate.”

“I am a sacrifice,” you reminded him, your eyes turning stony, “I was thrown in the forest and told to run. If I was caught by a bear or a human-“

“Do you wish to fight me?”

Your eyes slipped back to your supplies, before shifting to his again. It was like he was calling your bluff, but neither one of you moved.

“Come back to bed then, little mate,” he said softly, opening his arms out to you, “I could still keep you warm…just in a variety of different, more creative ways…”

“I-I don’t know you.�� I don’t w-“

“As I’ve told you before, my name is Ari,” he began, leaning on one of his elbows. Your eyes shot to his fully hardened appendage and you blushed, looking away again, “you know, it’s very rude to be eyeing a bear up the way you are…coming into my den with me…laying with me but not-“

“I have not laid with you, bear.”

“Ari…”

“Ari,” you repeated, giving him the small victory of saying his name. A rumble erupted from his throat, and it sent butterflies fluttering about in your stomach, “please stop looking at me like that.”

“Then come back to bed, little mate,” Ari repeated, holding his arms outstretched to you, “do not leave king of the bears waiting too long for his queen and mate. I would hate for you to send me into a rut our first night together…we bears are known for losing our senses…and while I would enjoy taking your maidenhood, cubs are a thing that I don’t wish to scare you with.”

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Saved by an Alpha

✨Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!OC (Secret Agent A/B/O AU)

✨Summary: If you look up the definition of a workaholic, you will find Ari Levinson's picture right next to it. Ari is on a mission to save all the omegas and alphas kidnapped by the Red Room. An organization that takes young alphas to train them into the perfect soldiers and young omegas to be drilled into the epitome of what their biology has deemed them to be. Ari has saved thousands over the years, but he still doesn't consider that enough. Some say he's running from a dark past; others say he has a savior complex.

Eloise can't remember a life outside the complex known to its residents as the 'care center.' She's always been in these concrete walls, servicing alphas when called upon, taking heavy heat suppressants, and acting as a caretaker for the new little girls. Her life may not be entirely happy, but it's all she's ever known. Plus, she cares deeply for each of the girls who come into her care, no matter the length of time. They give her glimpses of sunshine in her dark world. Soon her world will be turned upside down when a stranger that smells like tobacco and the ocean comes to 'save' them.

✨Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, feral behavior, violence, injury, crying, self-harm in the form of battling a door, self-loathing, mentions of child trafficking, death of a side character, and drugs

✨W/C: 6.9k

✨A/N: Hey, guys! So yeah…it’s been a minute, life has been crazy, and this chapter has literally been rewritten four times. But I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if I missed any warning tags or if you want more!

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Chapter Two: Self-Control

When Sammy injects Eloise with the tranquilizers, Ari goes feral. He snaps and growls at the poor beta man, scaring all the children. The young girls all cry and shriek in fear, trying to further hide behind the cot barrier Eloise helped them make. The eldest three hold their place in the front, May puts Julia behind her, who screams for Eloise.

Ari ignores the crying girls. He lifts Eloise and holds her close to his chest, using his big arms to shield her from anyone who dares to get near them. Ari pushes the hair back from her face and gently prods near her eyes, trying to get her to open them again. As he focuses on the omega in his arms, he completely forgets about the open wound on his leg, which is currently bleeding through his tactical gear.

Sammy darts his eyes between the screaming children and the suddenly feral alpha in front of him. He’s never seen Ari like this before. Ari’s eyes are dilated to the point that his iris nearly swallows the whites. His gaze is stormy and focused on the woman he’s holding. Confused whines and grunts leave Ari’s lips as he tries to get Eloise to wake back up. Like that of a confused wild animal. Sammy has never seen an alpha snap into a feral state so quickly; if an alpha goes feral, it’s usually from a slow descent to madness or a severely traumatizing experience. Nothing like what’s happening right now. He tries to wrack his brain for a possible explanation but soon realizes the lack of time to do so. Ari turns to leave with the girl in his arms, and Sammy jumps in front of the door to stop him.

Ari snarls, and the girls scream again. Sammy quickly lifts his hands, palms up and out, to try and show he’s not a threat to him. He speaks softly and slowly, knowing that Ari is closer to a beast than a man. Sammy just hopes the conscious part of him is still lingering in the background.

“Ari, listen to me. You’re not yourself right now. You can’t go running off with her; the building is in code red and unsafe. You’re bleeding and need medical attention, and all these girls need to get to the jets, her included.” Sammy nods to the unconscious omega in his arms, which Ari holds slightly tighter in response.

“Move. I will protect her.” Ari steps closer, but Sammy stays firm in his stance. He knows letting them go will risk the omega he’s holding. If Ari gets alone with her and bonds with her, Sammy knows Ari will hate himself for the rest of his life.

“No. Ari, you’re hurt, and we have a mission to complete. I’m not moving till you come back to your senses.”

As Sammy stands there resolutely, he spots the growing aggression in the face of the alpha. A vein popped on his neck, and his eyes narrowed at him. Sammy cringes, knowing whatever is about to happen next won’t be pretty. He keeps his hands up but remembers the taser resting on a holster on his thigh.

Ari glares darkly at the beta as he weighs his options. At first, the beta seemed like no threat, given his size and stature. Now, he stands in his way from taking his precious new omega to safety, something he can’t allow. She needs to be safe so she can become properly his. She is his precious girl that he found. Not the betas. He has half a mind to mark her now just to show the other man just that. But he knows time is short and danger’s approaching the building.

“Well? Are we going to finish our mission?” Sammy asks calmly, his eyes wary as he glances at the children who watch them both carefully.

In that brief moment, Ari makes his move. “Fuck the mission!” He barks, with one arm, he keeps Eloise close, and with the other, he elbows Sammy hard into the doorway. The beta man grunts as his head connects with the metal frame. He slumps to the floor as Ari runs off with Eloise.

Sammy takes a couple steadying breaths as his vision swims for a moment. He checks the side of his head where it is connected with the metal and finds his fingers covered in crimson. Sammy curses and wipes his hand clean. He braces himself and carefully stands, only to hear a crunch. Looking under his boot, he spots the remnants of his comm, the only way he could have given his teammates a warning that Ari had turned feral and his heading right for them.

Sammy sighs deeply; he hopes they can recognize the crazed look in Ari’s eye when he reaches them, and they’ll be able to detain him. Maybe, if he works fast enough with the girls, he’ll be able to get there in time to help.

“Alright, kids, we have to go. I promise none of you are going to get hurt. My friend there was just, uh…grumpy…yeah, grumpy. Your caretaker will be fine. You can trust me.” Sammy offers them a tentative smile, hoping they’ll listen to his directions.

The eldest girls look between themselves warily while the others watch them, waiting to follow in their lead.

“What do we do, Nora?” Kairi whispers.

“We listen to him. Eloise said we have to remember?” Nora looks back at the other girls, “we gotta remember what Eloise told us. We’ll be okay.” She gives them her best smile while May picks up Julia again. They follow Sammy out of the building and into the quinjet waiting for them.

“Is that all of them?” An agent asks Sammy as he gets the 13 girls settled into seats and strapped down with help from Max.

“I think so. Have you seen Ari?” Sammy looks around, not seeing him or the omega anywhere. All he spots are children, their omegas, and other agents checking on them. He had a feeling Ari wouldn’t choose this location anyhow. It’s too crowded.

“No, wasn’t he with you? Where is the children’s omega? Also, what happened to your head?” Max frowns as he finishes strapping in the little three-year-old.

“He was with me, but he went feral. We have to find him, Max, before he hurts someone. He took the girl's omega somewhere.” Sammy quietly mutters to him. Not wanting to send the entire jet into a panic if they hear an unmated alpha has gone feral while so many unmated omegas are near.

“What? Why didn’t you com that in?” Max demands as they both begin quickly walking to the hatch of the jet.

“I couldn’t! He knocked it out of my ear when he slammed my head into a door to get me out of the way, then I stepped on it like an idiot. I had to focus on getting the girls out. Max, he’s completely dangerous right now. He won’t let anything or anyone get between him and the girl.”

“You don’t think he’s going to try and bond her do you?” Max murmurs with wide eyes.

“I don’t know.” Sammy solemnly shakes his head, “which is why we have to hurry; com this to the rest of the team.” As they pick up the pace, they hear the jets beginning to hum. “Shit!”

The jet starts to lift off, and the back hatch closes. “Put the jet back down! Open the hatch!” Max commands a nearby agent. The agent radios the request to the pilot and shakes his head. “Sorry, sir, the avengers are here. It’ll be too dangerous for us to land.”

“Fuck!” Sammy huffs, running his hands through his hair, “radio the others, now. We have to know what plane he’s on!”

“Right.” Max presses his com, “Jake, Rachel, have either of you seen Ari?”

“No, I’m on the other jet with the girls. Wasn’t he with Sammy?” Jake comms back.

“I just saw him a few minutes ago. He’s on our team’s plane. He had an unconscious omega in his arms, which was weird, but I figured the other jets were full.” Rachel hums as she answers Jake. She sets their team's jet to autopilot back to a shield safehouse, where they take the women and children.

“We found him.” Max looks to Sammy, who grabs the comm out of Max’s ear.

He puts it in his ear and distances himself from the other agent. “Rachel, it's Sammy. Listen, Ari’s gone feral-” he says as quietly as he can.

“What?!” Rachel and Jake demand. Sam hisses for them both to be quiet. “When did that happen?” Rachel questions, already heading back to the bunkers where Ari took the girl.

“Twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t say anything because my com broke. Listen, you must separate him from that omega before he does something both of them will regret.” Sammy urges, beginning to pace, thinking of everything that could have happened.

“Already on it.” Rachel assures, “I’ll update you when the situation is taken care of.”

“Be careful, Rach. Feral alphas are dangerous. He may not recognize you. Hell, even if he does, he still might hurt you.” Sammy warns.

“I know. Don’t worry, I got this.” Her line goes silent, and Sammy lets out a breath.

“Do you think she’ll be able to do it, Sam?” Jake asks.

“I have no idea.” Sammy’s mouth sets in a grim line, hoping it’s not too late.

In the sleeping quarters, Ari has her lying on the bed he tried claiming for himself the night before. Her little stature fits perfectly into the small bunk; he crouches next to her watching her rest. His eyes drink her in now that he has her alone. They follow the curve of her face seeing a little button nose and full lips. His brows furrow as he reaches out and uses a finger to trace along one of her cheeks, finding them far too thin for his liking. He pictures them fuller and filled with color, her fuller, full of him. His eyes land on her flat stomach, and a growl slowly builds from his chest.

He goes to reach out for her again, this time aiming for her shirt, when he’s interrupted by frantic knocking. A snarl rips through his throat, and he jumps up, shielding his omega’s body with his own.

The knocking pauses, then a female voice calls out, “Ari, it’s Rachel. Open the door and let the girl go. You’re in a feral state, but I know you can pull yourself out of this!”

Ari marches up to the door but doesn’t open it, his mind barely registering that it’s his teammate outside, but what he does know is that she’s armed. He can smell the gunpowder from the weapon she’s holding.

“Leave us!”

The alpha command bellows strongly from him, so powerful that it causes the omega to whimper and whine out in her sleep. Ari holds back from rushing back to her side to soothe her, knowing that taking care of the immediate threat is more important.

Rachel stiffens but doesn’t move. Alpha commands have no effect on betas. She’s surprised that Ari even tried doing so. She narrows her eyes and sighs. She didn’t want to have to say this. The topic is so forbidden in the team, but she can’t think of any other way to bring him out of this state.

“Ari, do you think Sarah would want you to move on this way?” Rachel demands, keeping her voice harsh and tone firm to show he had no effect on her with his command. “Sarah always wished for your happiness, but not like this. Not by stealing some poor girl who has no idea who you even are!”

The mention of Sarah causes a pause in Ari, Sarah…the name brings back the image of his dead omega. Her dark-haired curls, bright brown eyes, and beautiful smile. Flashes and images of the life he once lived with her force their way through the feral haze clouding his judgment. Meeting her for the first time after she was rescued from their first-ever red room operation, getting to know her after her recovery, gaining the courage to ask her out, bonding, marrying, her death…

Ari nearly stumbles to the floor as his consciousness comes rushing back. His inner alpha snaps and growls at him as he puts the fucker back in its chains, using his Sarah as the anchor. He looks back at Eloise with wide eyes, disgust and shame flooding him.

He’s never lost control like that, not even when he and Sarah bonded. He brings his fingers up, brushing against the faded scar on his neck. What was he about to do to that woman? He knows the danger of letting his alpha genes take over his mind. He saw it happen all too often with his father and the various omegas the man took throughout Ari’s life.

People get hurt when an alpha allows his genes or instinct to take over. Anyone who is in the way of what a feral alpha desires often end up hospitalized or, worse, dead. Tranquilizers can even be considered useless to an alpha his size when feral. He’s shocked Sammy even tried standing in his way. He could have killed him.

Ari goes to take a deep breath to calm himself but quickly realizes his mistake as her honeyed scent overpowers him again.

“Fuck.” Ari hisses. He scrambles to the hand scanner and quickly unlocks the door.

As soon as it flies open, Rachel has her gun pointed straight at his head. “Don’t come closer. I will not hesitate to put you on the ground. Let me pass, Ari.”

Ari puts his shaking hands in the air, his breaths leaving him in heavy bursts. His alpha snarls and claws at his mind. Defend Omega! Threat! Eliminate the threat!

“It’s me, Rach. You brought me back for now.” Ari winces, and his teeth gnash at her.

Rachel’s eyes widen, and she keeps her gun up. She can see his struggle, but she can’t chance to give him sympathy when he could kill her at this moment. “Get away from the omega Ari, before someone gets hurt.”

“I plan on it. Rachel, I need you to lock me in our cell bay. I can’t trust myself not to go feral again while we’re stuck on the plane with her.” Ari demands those cells can keep alphas twice his size locked away without a problem, but they can’t be locked from the inside.

“Done.” Keeping the gun pointed at him, they walk to the holding cells in the back of the jet. Once Ari is inside the small space, Rachel locks the door and opens the small window that allows them to talk. Only then does she relax her stance and holster her gun.

“Ari, what happened in there?” Rachel asks, seeing him slump onto the chair. Ari holds his head in his hands and rubs the mark on his neck.

“I’m not sure.” He admits. “All I remember is getting to our last room of kids, and when I opened the door, that omega stabbed me-”

“Stabbed you?!” Rachel’s eyes widen, and she peers inside more, finally seeing the blood running down his injured leg. “Shit, Ari! I’ll get you medical supplies.”

“Thanks,” Ari mutters, not thinking he really deserves them, but also knows he’s no use to the team if he loses a leg from infection. “Anyway, I could already feel my control slipping when she got too close, then when Sammy tranqued her, I just lost it.” Ari shakes his head, all of it sounding nonsensical.

“Was anyone hurt?” Rachel passes him a small trauma kit through the hole, which he grabs.

“Sammy might be. I tossed him out of my way when he tried to stop me. Did you hear from him? Is he okay?” Ari’s brows furrow in concern when he realizes he has no idea if Sam even made it out before the Avengers showed up.

“I heard from him. He sounded fine, just concerned about you. Are you okay?” Rachel sighs, watching Ari start to tend to his wound.

“I’ll be fine, Rach. Just need some time to myself til we get back. Could you check on her for me? I didn’t…We’re not…” The word gets caught in Ari’s throat and stings far worse than the anti-bacterial spray.

“I’ll check on her. You know Fury is going to have your ass for this, right? You might be suspended from the team or kicked out of the agency.” Rachel frowns. She doesn’t think Ari deserves either of those for what’s happened; it was clearly out of his control.

“I’ll deal with Fury. And Rach…thanks for snapping me out of it.”

“Of course.” Rachel gives him a small smile before walking off to do as asked.

Ari sighs deeply as he finishes bandaging himself up. Despite the wound being closed, he can’t remember the last time he felt so raw and wide open. He has no idea why the girl caused him to react like he did, but he knows he’s staying the hell away from her. He can breathe easier now that he’s in the cell, her scent long gone. With his head clear, he tries to think through everything that happened repeatedly, but it never makes sense. Ari hopes that once they get back to the safe house, he’ll hear Fury’s judgment, and deal with the punishment, then everything can move on. He doesn’t want anything to change. Ari doesn’t need a new omega. He doesn’t need anyone or anything but his team and his job.

If he has those, he’ll be alright.

He doesn’t need her.

Eloise slowly returns to consciousness, her mind hazy. She carefully opens her eyes, trying to adjust to the room’s brightness. She squints and licks her dry lips, her throat lightly aching. Eloise shifts and pauses. She’s not on her cot in her room. What she’s lying on is far too comfortable. Her breathing quickens, and all the events from before she blacked out come rushing back.

Eloise sits up in a rush and immediately regrets it as her head swims. She pauses to place her head in her hands and takes slow, steadying breaths. The feelings are familiar. Whoever was with that alpha must have drugged her, something the Red Room has done to her many times over the years whenever she had to move buildings. Once she catches her bearings, she looks around her unfamiliar surroundings. The walls surrounding her are a beige color. There’s also a hardwood floor like an actual bedroom, not a concrete room. A real bed, something she hadn’t slept on since before she was 5, a time she barely remembers. Under better circumstances, she would have savored lying on the cotton and springs. Still, she’s in unfamiliar territory, the enemy's territory.

Taking her time, Eloise carefully stands. Her legs feel weak, and she wonders how much time has passed since her kidnapping. She spots a pitcher of water with a glass resting nearby but decides not to drink, no matter how thirsty she is. Who knows what drugs or other things could be lacing the water? She’d rather not risk it. Not when she has to figure out where she is, where her children are, and how she will save them.

Worry immediately begins bubbling in her chest when she thinks of her poor girls. Eloise hopes they’re safe and that whatever plans these people have for them are not malicious. Once she finds them, she will run far away from the Red Room and these people. Eloise has no idea how she’ll get the funds and space to care for 13 children, but she’ll figure it out.

Eloise glances around again when she spots two doors and a window. She goes to walk over to the window when she suddenly stops and hisses in pain, feeling a tug at her calf. Looking down, she spots gauze wrapped around her leg.

“What the hell?” She quietly murmurs to herself in fear of someone listening. She has no doubt they are monitoring her despite spotting no cameras around. Eloise reaches down and carefully runs her hand up the gauze. She hisses, feeling four stitches underneath the bandage. She doesn’t remember getting hurt during the kidnapping unless it happened while unconscious.

She huffs a tad in annoyance, that will slow her down, and she doesn’t have time to wait for it to heal. Shaking her head, Eloise sits up and limps to the window. She’ll have to be careful with her leg until it’s time for the big escape. Any damage she does to it during or after, she’ll have to deal with later.

Looking outside, she gasps, seeing she’s at least six stories up in the air. Below her are trees around whatever building she’s in, and in the distance is a lake. Just like in the care center, she’s utterly secluded from civilization, meaning escape just got ten times harder. “Damn it.” She mutters and glances at the window pane, which is also pretty thick. She tries lifting the window to no avail either, so escape out of the window is no option at all.

Eloise hates how leaving is looking bleaker at the moment. Now her only option is to find some vehicle and hope she can learn to use it in whatever time she has before these people find her.

Eloise hobbles over to the other door in the room and finds a small bathroom with a shower, toilet, and sink. A pair of clean clothes, a towel, and some toiletries rest next to the shower. She scoffs at them; yeah, right, like she’ll risk being vulnerable and bathing at a time like this. These people are crazy for thinking she would be. She decides to rinse some water over her face and drink from the tap, the cool water soothing her aching throat. Drugging tap water is more challenging unless they want to drug their entire building.

Being in the Red Room didn’t teach her much about the ‘outside’ world. Eloise couldn’t tell you anything about how taxes, politics, or even major cultural norms. Other than the ones that taught her about an omega's place in society, of course, under an alpha. However, by listening to the alphas that guard her and the men she would service, Eloise, learned valuable skills in observing, learning, adapting, and surviving.

After another couple of mouthfuls of water, Eloise sits on the toilet and contemplates her next moves. She glances at the door leading out of her room and sees that it’s made of metal, assuming it’s locked. Maybe if she can catch a guard's attention, she can at least get some information. Ask about her children, where she is, and what they plan to do with her. If they don’t answer, then she can always wait for when they transport her, IF they do. For all Eloise knows, this place is no different from the Red Room, except now she doesn’t get her little lights.

The thought makes Eloise cringe, and she shakes them off. She has to hope that’s not the case. The door doesn’t have a slot, so the guard has to open it to deliver her food unless they plan for her to starve. Food…her stomach growls, reminding her that she still hasn’t eaten. Maybe she should…no better not. They could slip something in the food too. Better to wait to see what these people want with her first.

With her next course of action decided, Eloise gets up and hobbles over to the metal door. She knocks on it a few times, ensuring it’s hard enough for anyone nearby to hear her.

“Hello?! I have some questions! Can I please speak to somebody?! Hello?!”

“Yes, Ms. Briggs?” A man a few inches taller than herself answers the door. He smiles down at her, which reaches his brown eyes. He runs a hand through his thinning brown hair and tugs at the jacket of the black suit he’s wearing. She spots an embroidery with an eagle emblem over the letters S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Who?” Eloise looks at him in confusion. She’s never heard that last name in her entire life.

“Ah, right. Sorry, you still haven’t had your debriefing. What can I help you with, Eloise?”

That only confuses Eloise even more; debriefing? Like, someone is going to take off her clothes? Her eyes widen, and she steps back, ready to defend herself. The man looks at her in surprise and takes a step back, giving her a tentative smile.

“Where am I? What’s going on? Who are you, and where are my kids?” Eloise demands, her fists tightening at her sides.

“My name is Agent Coulson. You’re in an S.H.I.EL.D safe house to recuperate and learn your next steps to becoming a functioning member of society. There are just a few more people ahead of you before Agent Sitwell discusses your case with you.”

“You didn’t answer my question about my kids.” Eloise’s eyes narrow at him. She’s never heard of Shield and has no idea what he means about rejoining society. However, her focus isn’t on those things; it’s her children and ensuring they’re safe.

“The children you were overseeing are no longer your responsibility. They’re being taken care of.” Agent Coulson grabs the door as if to close it.

Eloise quickly holds the door before he can, “what do you mean being taken care of?! Let me see them. I need to make sure they’re okay.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I cannot do that. You no longer have to worry about them. That’s all I can tell you.” Coulson tries to reason with her, but Eloise gets more agitated the more she’s denied.

She tries to pull the door open more, but the Agent is stronger than he looks and keeps the door barely open.

“Let me out! Let me see my children right now! Damn it!” Eloise growls and pulls with all her might, her leg throbbing from her muscles tightening up.

“Someone will be in to see you shortly. Please try and calm yourself before then. I understand you may have gained an emotional attachment, but it is for the better that you don’t see the children again.” Agent Coulson shuts the door, and Eloise hears the click of the lock.

“NO! No damn it!” Bringing her fists back, Eloise pounds on the door with all her might. Tears prick her eyes, and her breathing becomes shallow as his words sink in. They won’t let her see them ever again! “No! No! I don’t accept this! Let me out! Let me see my children!” She sobs as she pounds on the metal, bruising her hands.

She backs up, aiming her shoulder at the door she charges, putting all her strength into it. Eloise cries out in pain as her shoulder and injured leg hit the metal. She falls to the floor cradling her injuries for a moment.

Agent Coulson sighs, hearing the distressed omega on the other side of the door. He will admit they’ve never had one have such a bad reaction to learning that the children in their care are no longer their worry. Most of them celebrate their freedom. The omega bangs on the door again, pleading to be let out and to see the children she watched over. He knows giving her another dose of the tranquilizer wouldn’t be a good idea, but he also doesn’t want her to beat herself to hell while they wait for Agent Sitwell.

An idea comes to mind on how to calm her, and he figures he may as well give it a shot. Fury isn’t going to be happy with his decision, though. He taps his comm, “can someone please send Agent Levinson to room 626, please?”

Ari’s breaths come in short pants. His muscles flex underneath the tight gray shirt he’s wearing as he does push-ups on the floor of the room designated to him in the Sheild safe house.

With each breath he takes and every force of his muscles, he tries to push further back the one omega that entrapped him with her scent. The overly sweet mixture of peony flowers and honey. The mix made him feral and dangerous. She keeps resurfacing despite trying to shove her in the back of his mind. Like a song that keeps replaying in your head no matter how much other music you listen to. Ari pushes himself harder, trying to think of other people, places, and anything else.

The beach. My beach house. Sammy. The mission. Finding her. Peonies and honey. Wait-

“Fuck,” Ari growls as his cock swells in his shorts. It’s like he’s a horny teenager thinking about a crush. It’s annoying as hell. He sits back on his haunches, wiping the sweat from his brow. The omega hasn’t left his mind since he saved her, and it’s scaring the shit out of him.

Ari shouldn’t be reacting to her like he is. He stands and grabs his water bottle, downing the contents. Ari remembers the last time an entrapped omega him as she did, which didn’t end well. He’s not planning for a repeat of last time. He has to stay away from her and hope the effects of her scent wear off on him.

Ari sits on his bed and runs his fingers through his neck-length hair. So far, he’s been able to work his body through most of the cravings. Once they landed at the safe house, S.H.I.E.L.D’s medical staff grabbed her to remove her tracker and do a general health check-up. Ari was led off the jet in cuffs and a muzzle. All of his team yelled at Sitwell about how unnecessary it was, but Ari knew they were treating him like any rouge alpha.

Only after a full psychological exam that took two hours was Ari deemed back in control, even though he already knew he was. Then they questioned him about what happened, what caused the snap, if it would happen again, and everything else Ari didn’t know the answer to. After hearing the story, Fury decided that Ari would be suspended for two months. Once this set of girls is off to the rehabilitation facility, Ari has to go to his house and stay there for leave.

Ari agrees with the punishment. It’s fair enough. Gives him some time to think over everything, and hopefully, by the end of the two weeks, she won’t be playing in his head like a broken record. A record that repeats the memory of her saccharine sent, the feel of her soft skin under his rough fingertips. He groans, rubbing his head, a slight headache building. He’s unsure if it’s from his many workouts to control himself from running to find her or fighting his inner alpha about her.

His alpha howls at him to search, to make sure she’s okay, and to soothe her when she wakes up somewhere unfamiliar. It’s making his body yearn for her. He can’t remember the last time he’s popped so many erections in three hours since he’s been back to his room. He won’t give in to the cravings, though. She should go through processing, leave the building, and never be around him again. His alpha may demand her as his new omega, but he refuses to do that to her.

She’s finally free, and he’s too fucked in the head to take a new omega.

Ari’s brooding is interrupted by a knock at the door. He doesn’t move from his spot on the floor and instead shouts out.

“Yeah?!”

“Ari, it’s Sam. Let me in.” Sammy calls back and rattles his locked doorknob.

Ari curses and stands, unlocking the door before heading to his bathroom. He can sense the confusion and concern coming in waves off Sammy. He already knows the questions coming his way and the apologies he has to make. Sammy follows Ari as he goes into the bathroom to run water over his face and neck.

“What the hell is going on with you, man? You really scared me back at that facility. I thought you were going to hurt someone. Are you okay?” Ari spots Sammy watching his reflection in the mirror with a frown on his face. He spots the bandage on Sammy’s head. He does his best to keep his demeanor calm and his mouth in a grim line.

“The real question is if you’re okay.” Ari turns to him and looks him in the eyes, “I’m really sorry about what happened back there, Sam. I couldn’t control myself. Did I do that?” He points to the bandage.

Sammy lightly runs his fingers over the gauze, “yeah, you did. But I’m fine, and so is the girl, if you’re wondering. I can see you regret what happened. We all can. Going feral was out of your control, though, Ari.”

“I know that. It doesn’t make me feel any better. I don’t know what it was about that omega’s scent that’s causing—caused me to go feral. Not even Sarah did that to me.” Ari shakes his head and leans back against the porcelain sink.

“I think I know.” Sammy says carefully, gauging Ari’s reaction, “she’s your singer.”

“What? You mean, like my soulmate?” An incredulous laugh leaves Ari’s lips at the thought. There’s no way in hell she’s his soulmate.

“Yeah, I mean, it all adds up.” Sammy begins pacing a bit like he always does when thinking hard about something. “When an alpha meets their singer omega, it causes an intense flood of pheromones and hormones to flood both parties. Which, in turn, causes a feral-like reaction from the alpha to claim their mate, and if the omega wasn’t unconscious, she might have had a breakthrough heat. However, the tranquilizers allowed her to bypass that part of the process. It explains your behavior and intense reaction, but your self-control must be extraordinary to not have claimed her.”

“Wait, slow down.” Ari places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving, “Sammy, this sounds ridiculous. She’s not my singer, I’ve heard of those, and they’re extremely rare.”

“It’s the only explanation, Ari. She’s your chance to move on-”

“No!” The word immediately leaves Ari’s lips in a snarl, and he lets go of Sammy. He felt this was coming. Sammy was always trying to get him to leave Sarah behind. Using their team’s connections to try and set him up on dates. It always pissed him off. The thought of Sammy using this girl, the one who caused him to lose control completely, nearly makes him see red.

“She’s not my singer or omega, and I am not her alpha! I had my omega, and you know I refuse to take another!” Ari barks.

Sammy meets Ari head-on despite the anger and anguish rippling off the alpha. His gray-blue meeting Ari’s baby blue in a challenging stare. More often than not, Sammy isn’t afraid to challenge Ari and stand up to him, knocking him down a peg when his Alpha genes take over. It’s something Ari has always admired about him, but right now, it’s setting him on edge.

“Ari, Sarah is dead-”

“Sam!”

“She’s not coming back, and you’ve been punishing yourself too long.” Sam’s jaw sets, and the tension in the room skyrockets even further. Ari clenches his fists to keep from hauling off and punching the man in front of him. He doesn’t care how right he is; all he knows is that Sammy needs to shut the fuck up.

“I’m not done with the mission,” Ari says, trying his best to keep the growl out of his voice. His inner alpha howls at him to put Sammy in his place and remind him of their designations, but he won’t do that to a concerned friend.

“That’s the same excuse you’ve told me for six years. Ari, if she is your singer-”

“Damn it, Sammy! She’s not!” Ari snaps again, his chest puffing out as he tries to make himself bigger. He steps closer in an attempt to intimidate him again. Sammy has none of it, keeping his stare and his fists tightening.

“IF she is. Don’t push her away. Give this a chance is all I’m saying. You’ve beaten yourself for six years, trying to blame yourself for Sarah’s death. It wasn’t your fault, and if this girl could help you move on. Then it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

“No,” Ari says, his voice unwavering as he shoulders Sammy out of his way and returns to his room. He throws open his window in an attempt to get some fresh air. Hoping that it’ll cool his head and the heat of anger swirling in him.

“Why the hell not?!” Sammy scoffs, still following after him.

“Maybe because she just got her fucking life back!” Ari snaps at him, “she just got saved from being controlled all her life by alphas. I’m sure she’ll love hearing that another is ready to step up and suffocate her again!”

“That’s when you take it slow. Help her get through the program, let her have and understand her freedom. Get to know her and tell her about the tension between you two because I’m positive she will have no idea. Then let her decide. It’s not that hard, Ari. I’m not telling you to claim her. I’m telling you to keep her close and get to know her.”

Ari goes silent at that. He knows what Sammy tells him isn’t a horrible idea. But he can’t trust himself. Ari can’t hurt her like he hurt Sarah. He shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh.

“Sammy, I can’t go near her again. What if I go feral again, huh? I could bond with her and I doubt either of us want that. Or I could end up hurting someone like I hurt you.”

“You won’t. The initial finding process has passed. You should be able to control yourself with no problem. Her scent may just be stronger, and make you a bit…ah…sexually frustrated since you haven’t claimed her.”

“I’m not seeing her again. And that’s final.” Ari states.

“Well, that’s too damn bad because they’re requesting your presence in her room.”

“What? Why?” Ari’s head snaps up at that. Why the hell would they need him? He thought for sure Fury would want to keep his ass far away from her after what happened.

“I don’t know the specifics, just that she’s completely freaking out and banging against her door. They’re worried she’ll hurt herself. They can’t give her more tranquilizers because she still has the anesthesia from her tracking implant removal in her system.”

“If they need an alpha to calm her, why not send one of the other agents?” Ari demands despite the immediate disapproval of another alpha laying a hand on her, ringing through his head.

“Everyone knows what happened during the mission, and more than a few people have come to the same conclusion I did. Everyone knows she’s your singer.” Sammy sighs.

“Well, it’s none of their fucking business,” Ari grumbles. For a secret agent facility, no one keeps any personal secrets around here. “Wait, does that mean Steve-?”

“Yeah, your brother knows too. He wanted to come here before I did, but Fury pulled him away for debriefing.”

“Shit,” Ari huffs. Steve is the last person he wants to talk with about all this. The last thing he needs is his brother lecturing him about becoming their father. In fact, if Steve even mentions their father, he’ll sock the fucker in the jaw. “What does her possibly being my singer have to do with me going up there?”

“You’ll have the most immediate calming effect on her since she is your singer. Ari, if you are convinced she’s not, then prove it to yourself. If your presence doesn’t calm her, then she’ll have the same distress levels.”

“If that’s true, how come she panicked when we saved her?” Ari questions him with narrowed eyes; he’s confident that proves she’s not it.

“She hurt you. An omega hurting an alpha already triggers a fear response in them. An omega hurting their singer? It makes the response ten times worse. It also seemed she focused intensely on protecting the little ones in her charge, which would alter her response to you. Upstairs it will be just you and her. You’ll get your best answer there.” Sammy smirks, knowing he has Ari beat. The man has two doctorates, one in medicine and the other in designation studies; he knows his shit.

Ari grunts and takes a moment to think. He knows Sammy’s right. He just hates that he is. She can’t be his singer. It would fuck up too much. It just has to be some weird reaction he had to her scent. He can feel his alpha tugging again as if in agreement with Sammy. He knows he can keep that fucker in his chains now. He’s going to be more prepared this time.

“Fine.” Ari relents, and Sammy gives him a big victorious grin. “Wipe that look off your face before I do it for ya’ Sammy. I’m just doing it 'cause I hate the thought of the poor girl hurting herself in a panic.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now get moving.” Sammy claps Ari on the back, pushing him towards the door.

Ari huffs and goes straight to the stairs. Despite his reluctance, his feet begin moving quickly up the six flights. Hoping he gets there before she hurts herself too severely.

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Oh look who it is-

My fingers just slipped....

Okay but.

Just imagine.

Omega breeder prime alpha!Ari.

He owns the best omegas around, and produces only the best pups, with the assistance of other worthy alphas.

Fine specimen are born and sent to omega boarding schools until they’re an appropriate age for sale.

But when he comes across you, he knows you’re one he won’t be able to let go of. You’re brought in by his men as you’d made a great breeding bitch, but Ari quickly grows attached. No one but him would ever touch you now.

He can’t help the way his dick twitches in his pants every time he looks at you, or how your scent alone is enough to send him almost into a rut.

In fact, it does send him into a full rut. So he flees to his secluded beach house to ride it out, with one request, all he wants is you.

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so bc i have a chris evans obsession…. give me some requests on him and also his characters 😫 i’ll write them after i post the ones i have on my draft and after i update my books plsss this is the motivation i need to get back to writinggggg

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f10werfae · 1 year

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The Breeding Ground

pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

summary: To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups (DILF!Ari) (Slightly manipulative)

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“Daddy’s home! Where are ya my little pups” Ari roared toeing off his shoes, already smelling his mate’s gorgeous new scent after he managed to knock her up, for the fifth time. Watching as she toddled in with her infamous waddle, his omega walking in with a 6 month baby bump and their newest baby boy on her hip. Her face ecstatic at the sight of her alpha home after a long day hunting, their tiny tot already reaching out for his daddy. Now where were the other 3?

“You smell n’ look so sweet Tulip” He grumbled taking their baby boy, his other arm wrapping around her waist to let him nuzzle and lick up her neck, her body wearing a lilac maternity gown. Her hands already gripping for his touch and scent, her body already trying to rub off on him to get some of his scent on her, causing him to chuckle at the mere sight of her desperation.

Even though Ari had marked her after the choosing ceremony, it didn’t stop the odd beta from flirting with her, causing Ari to growl and rub their naked bodies together any chance her got. To a point where she practically went through withdrawals when she couldn’t smell him. Part of their bedtime routine after putting the tiny scragglers to bed, had now included them humping each other without abandon, with Y/n whining out for his scent and kisses, wanting each and every part of him against her.

“You’re home early” She beamed leaning up to press a kiss to Ari’s chin, her hands already feeling up under his shirt, feeling the new dad bod on him that made him even more irresistible. The tiny pudge now making him that bit more softer which she loved, when she rode his cock every morning she could hug more of him, kissing up his stomach whenever she was bored.

“hmm things finished up early with the pack, n’ I wanna see my tulip ass up face down” He whispered running his hand up her nape, kissing just below her ear before standing up right, bouncing the pup in his arms; smacking kisses on his cheek. Before she could even register what he had said, the other three pups tumbled down the stairs, the oldest being five, with Y/n being bred at least once a year. Per her alpha’s request.

“Daddy! We- We helped momma make pie today, n-n look we made you painting” Luke squealed hugging onto Ari’s legs, holding up the painting he and his two younger brothers had worked so hard on all afternoon. Hunkering down Ari sat down Mark who was in his arms onto the floor, his four boys now all huddled around him. All four of them equally protective over their momma, the queen of the household.

“Woah buddy, did you make this for me?” Ari smiled looking at the handiwork of his children, the coloured stick figures all holding hands, even chuckling at the way they had drawn his wife’s bump, a tiny stick figure inside. “That’s sissy, she’s not here yet” Harry pointed to the pink bow drawn into the figure in the bump, his hand reaching up to hold Y/n’s; all four of them equally momma’s boys and daddy’s boys. Even PJ who was the second youngest so far, the shyest of them all, who was always found with his nose in a book, away from any sort of interaction.

“So thoughtful did you show mommy this? Alright, this is going on the fridge, going to show this to your sister when she’s out, how about that?” He sighed standing up, watching them bounce about happily, seeing some of their eyes start to lid from exhaustion.

“Ari, I can tuck them into bed now, give you some time to get ready for bed?” Y/n offered picking up Mark and coddling him against her chest, his hands playfully clawing at her pendant which held an imprint of Ari’s thumb, although only them two knew it was a tracker. It was dangerous being the wife of a well known alpha.

“I can do it, I’ve got a new story to read to ‘em” Ari took Mark from her, picking up PJ into his other arm, instructing Luke to hold onto Harry’s hand up the stairs, “Remember, ass up baby, I don’t like being disappointed” Ari whispered as he leant in away from his boys, kissing his wife’s cheek one last time, sending her a wink and a smirk as he walked up the stairs. Boy was she in for a night.

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“Tulip, I missed you today, needed you so bad” Ari hummed nuzzling his nose up and down his mate’s neck, her scent filling his nose as his cock drove in and out of her sopping wet pussy, his tongue running over his mark on her neck; showing everyone that she was his. His eyes trained on her body as it jiggled and moved, his mouth clamping onto her breast as she whined and combed her fingers through his grown hair.

“M-Missed you too- oh fuck- kept dreamin o-of you” She whimpered feeling him suckle harder on her nipple, his hips smacking against her thighs repeatedly, his hands petting up the skin on her stomach and hips; thinking about how they were made just for carrying pups, his pups. Remembering at how during each pregnancy, she seemed to just grow sexier, having a motherly glow to her that was just so alluring. His tongue tasting the sweet milk that her body made, just for his pups, his groans sounding bc animalistic as her milk continued to spurt all over them both and into his waiting mouth.

“Yeah? Tell me what you dreamed of baby, fuck look at these tits just bouncing up in my face” He groaned watching her globes move in circular directions, slapping together creating lewd sounds, his right hand gripping her drool covered jaw as he licked up and down her face; taking the time to pull her mouth open and spit into it filthily. Her pouty lips shutting as she swallowed his saliva, spreading her tongue out for more, whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut from the sheer amount of pleasure.

“No. Tell me your dream, your alpha wants to hear it” He crooned slapping her cheek lightly to open her eyes, her face pouting like a puppy, “I-I you gave me puppies, lots n’ l-lots, shit” She squealed feeling his thumb reach down and play with her clit. Even feeling his hand slap her clit as if it was her ass, her pussy twitching at the spanking sensation before she saw stars. The gushing sound of her juices filling their bedroom as Ari chuckled darkly, watching his precious mate squirt all over his fat cock.

“Had you all round n’ big with my cum? You wanna give your alpha pups? What a good little omega you are, always wantin’ to make alpha happy” He cooed running his thumb up and down her second set of swollen lips, her hips jerking up at each sensation, her body burning with need feeling his cock harden back up while inside her. Reminding her of all the times she had cockwarmed him to sleep, only to be woken up by him mercilessly thrusting up into her pussy for his “breakfast”

“Mhm, want- want pups” His chin resting on her shoulder right by her ear. “Going to give you a whole litter Tulip, all swollen just for me, love to come home to you and our babies.” He groaned driving deeper and deeper each time, at some points he had even questioned whether he had physically hit the tip of her womb, causing her to scream out against the mattress in a fit of girlish giggles. At this point Y/n had forgotten what it was like to not be pregnant, constantly begging for him to fill her up with his cum, exactly what he wanted.

When Ari first saw her at the ceremony, she was being paraded around as the only daughter of the oldest clan in the country, immediately being surrounded by wealthy alphas from all over. To her the whole thing was terrifying, seeing all these men trying to lure her, only for her breath to be taken away by a certain beefy man. The only man who had taken the time to ask her what she liked, disliked and how she was doing. At that point she was ready to drop her panties and be bred, he just had her in a spell, like she had him.

“O-oh, am cumming a-again alpha” She squealed cradling her bump as it rippled and moved with the rest of her body, Ari’s balls smacking against her as he gave it one last effort, emptying his hot load into her sopping wet cavern. If she wasn’t pregnant, she would have been now. Her pussy clenching to keep his seed inside once he pulled out, her fingers reaching out to hold onto him straight away. “God if anyone came in here, they’d think it was some sorta breeding ground” He chuckled licking up the sweet sweat on her cleavage, his teeth raking over her milky breasts, sending a wink her way.

Her tired eyes never failed to smile up at him dazzlingly, sending his protective possessive heart into an overload. His hand cradling her stomach as she turned into his side, starting the process of humping herself onto his body, all for his scent.

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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Omg! Please more of alpha Ari! I fell in love with that story and I beg for any crumble you can spare 🙏🏻👀

More then a drabble, less than a chapter of any kind.

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Bad Moon Rising

alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

warnings for the part below: hints of primal kink; hints of chase kink; a/b/o dynamics; alpha!Ari; shifter!Ari; omega reader

You're not sure how it even happens that you end up dancing on a table.

Okay, to be fair you do know.

It's the fourth delicious drink and hilarious fun of absolutely stupid game of truth or dare at your friend's birthday outing.

Usually you're not that carefree, or reckless. You're more sensible (and too lazy for some crazy antics). But it's a special occasion, so you let your packmates goad you into joining them.

Along the evening your small group of four growths into seven, then nine. Even the neighboring pack's members find themselves among your group.

It's not forbidden to befriend the other pack. Especially since Dimitri and Levinson are trying out this civilized pact thing. Human-belonging bar that you went to is a neutral ground anyway; anyone can mingle.

It was harmless fun; lots of teasing and funny stories shared over the joined tables. You rolled your eyes at your friend's comments about getting yourself someone to take home for the night.

"Maybe it'll be a romcom type of thing." Holly winked.

"Her romcom is hotter." Joined Lin, smirking at you over the rim of her glass. "She got an alpha interested in her."

"Alpha?" Holly's brows arched in surprise; a tipsy hiccup preceding her next words: "But Dimitri's blindly in love with his wife."

"I don't mean our alpha." Lin had the smug, evil grin of a cat that ate the canary.

Your murderous glare didn't seem to bother her. It didn't scare off the others at your table, who Ohh-ed like a bunch of teenagers.

You weren't interested in entertaining their drunken nosiness. Besides, there was nothing to tell, really. Ari gave you a little adrenaline rush that night at the festivities, declaring a verbal claim, which you prayed would pass.

In the next week everything returned to normal, your days going on as usual. No pushy alpha on your tail to haunt you.

Before your companions opened their mouths to sputter teasing and ridiculous questions, you downed the rest of your drink in one go and demanded to be given a dare.

At the moment it was better than allowing them ask for a truth.

That's how you find yourself on the table. Everyone's drinks and snacks pushed to the side to make room for you.

Beat of the music quickens your blood, your body writhing and rocking to the rhythm. Your dress isn't too short, and it clings to your hips so tightly you're not afraid of flashing anyone.

Alcohol loosens your muscles; your inhibitions as well.

You sway your hips down then shot up straight, bent yourself forward for a second - causing your girlfriends to whoop in glee.

You're turning around, arms thrown up and head tilted back, when suddenly your world spins.

You squeak at the unexpected motion, for a long moment not understanding why your body is doing this weird upside down pose.

The sound of your friends hollering and whistling reaches you, but it dies down as you keep floating further away from the table.

It's when the chilly air outside of the bar brushes your bare arms that you realize you've been carried outside. Your gaze focuses on long legs clad in dark jeans, a really shapely ass right within reach.

Strong hands grip your hips and you're being slowly dropped down onto your feet. Your body slides along a broad, muscled form. The heat of him seeping through your clothes.

You brace your hands on his chest when you feel dizzy. As the world stops spinning, you start recognizing details of your surroundings.

Your face tilts up, gaze traveling from the wide span of a male's chest - blue shirt unbuttoned on top, revealing a thatch of chest hair - up his corded neck and over a nicely trimmed beard, with patches of ginger and gray within dark blond hair.

Plush, pink lips set into a thin line of displeasure. And a pair of cold, blue eyes glinting like a sharpened blade.

Ari fucking Levinson.

He smells really good, your drunk brain notices.

You manage not to follow that thought, instead focusing on the fact he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and carried out of the bar as if he owns you.

He does not.

You're not that drunk to not remember this small truth; your lifeline.

You frown. And snap.

"What the hell, Levinson?"

You try stepping back, but your legs wobble on the high heels you chose for tonight. Ari's grip on you tightens, preventing your fall.

"Didn't think you'd cause so much trouble, little omega." He says, nostrils flaring. "Was it a deliberate act, or did you forget the rule about not having anyone's scent on you?"

"I was just dancing! Alone, may I add." You want to sneer that you didn't agree to his rule. You didn't agree to his game at all.

"Everyone at the bar was looking at you. Which I don't mind as long as nobody tries to touch." His eyes turn darker. "But there were men approaching, making plans regarding you, for which I'd have to kill all of them."

There's a furious fire in his eyes and his tone so calm in his ire that you have no doubt this alpha would spill blood, if anyone defies him.

"Hell, some of the members of my own pack were drooling over you." Ari shakes his head, still annoyed, but less when it comes to his own friends and family. "Galen's hand was inches from your calf when you bent over. I'd break his fingers if he touched you."

"You're being ridiculous." You huff, yet your body trembles in disgust at the thought of what some men might've been imagining doing to you.

"I wasn't alone." You point out.

It's not like you'd be going back home solo. Actually, the plans included crashing at Holly's place and eating ice cream until you passed out.

Maybe it's the alcohol, or perhaps you're this bold on your own, but you add:

"And you are not my alpha."

You expect anger. For a split of a second you ready yourself to run, in your high heels, in case Levinson attack you.

But he looks amused, darkness actually receding from his eyes.

"Are you this stubborn on a principle?" He asks, using one of his hands to cup your chin. "Or do you like the chase as much as I do?"

It dawns on you that Ari truly relishes in the chase, in the primal side of your wolf nature.

Saying no to him is like an invitation to play. Perhaps if you jumped right in at his advances at the autumn festival, he'd be bored and disappointed, leaving you be.

Ari's hold on your chin tightens. He moves closer, his breath tickling your cheek as his lips trail towards your ear.

"I may not be your alpha yet, but you will give in." He murmurs in your ear. "You'll be begging for my knot and praising every single drop of cum I pump into you, my little omega."

Alcohol likes filth, you tell yourself when your body ignites with heat upon his words.

You clench your thighs, but otherwise remain stoic, trying your best to not show Ari he may have some sway over your body.

Running in heels would really suck, and he already has the advantage of being a damn alpha, so you hope that Ari doesn't push for more tonight.

Sound of a phone ringing saves you. With a sigh, Ari leans back and takes his cell out of his pocket.

"What is it?" Ari grumbles, annoyed. His frown deepens as he listens to the person on the other end.

"I'll be there shortly." He hangs up, shaking his head. Looks up at you and rolls his eyes to the sky - "What is it with everyone tonight?"

"A bunch of teens from my pack got into a fight." He explains. "Get into the car, I'll drive you home."

This time you manage to push away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm staying." You announce, tilting your chin up defiantly. "It's my friend's birthday. The party's not over yet."

It's that strong will he sensed the first time he saw you. Ari admires it. He can't wait to break it.

"Do you promise to behave?" His tone is light, amused, but Ari looks at you expectantly like he really waits for your obedient compliance.

"I promise to do whatever the hell I want." You don't say it to spite him, you simply state the truth.

You are a free woman, able to make your choices. Some may be foolish, but you're allowed to do them too.

"Careful," Ari steps to your side, purposely towering over you, "or I'll make the same promise."

You gulp this time. This wasn't just a tease, but a dark threat Ari's capable of fulfilling.

He chuckles when you remain speechless. Then pats you on the ass before walking over to his car.

Your body stirs into movement when the sound of starting engine breaks through the pounding of your heart. You walk back to the bar, car lights following your each step until you safely disappear behind the door.

It's all light and fun inside, your friends waving and calling you over. You force a smile on your lips, decide on having at least one more drink to soothe the spike of fear.

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