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babyjakes · 5 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | virgin

pairing | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | ddlg; daddy!ari is sooo soft the softest ever. virginity loss, not very graphic. stretching ft. ari's 13 inch dick. clit rubbing. cock bulging in tummy kink. lots of praise and encouragement. reader struggles to take him (same girl), cries a little. p in v, protection not specified. ari gives a safeword reminder.

word count | 837

an | written for ari's #1 babygirl @evansbby, who's been very good this year so no need to leave coal (an andy fic lol) under the tree for her!! happy holidays to you friend, i tried to make ari as sweet and soft and loving and wonderful as you always remind us he'd be! <33 hope the 13 inches live up to your expectations, if he's 13 inches soft he's a shower,, right??

Dragging his fingertips over your hipbones, Ari's warm gaze met your own as he whispered one final time, "You sure you're sure, baby? We can always wait. Daddy knows how big of a deal this is."

He had set the bedroom up just right for the occasion, his goal to make the space as safe and comforting as possible. He had lube on hand in case you'd need it, a big fluffy blanket spread out over the bed to act as a soft surface for you to lie on, a candle he knew you liked burning on the nightstand, and everything for cleanup and aftercare set out in advance: a pack of baby wipes, a clean pair of panties, one of your favorite old t-shirts of his that you liked to sleep in, and more. If your daddy was one thing, it was thoughtful, and he had put plenty of thought and care into preparing for your first time.

"'m sure, Daddy," you giggled sweetly, smaller hands coming down to find his. And you meant it; you had been the one to finally initiate things, after all. Ari had been patiently waiting for you to tell him you were ready, never giving you even the tiniest sense that he was getting impatient. He wanted everything done on your timeline, when your heart and body were telling you that they were ready.

The broad man held your hands momentarily, giving them a squeeze as he smiled adoringly at you, "Okay, princess. Just wanna be sure." Gently releasing your fingers to lay on your tummy, he brought his thumbs down to spread your puffy pussy lips open. He had already spent plenty of time warming you up and getting you ready; as he suspected, he wouldn't be needing any help from the lube. "So fuckin' pretty, sweetheart. Look at how wet you are for me, such a good girl." He took a moment to swirl some of your arousal over your perfect little clit, marveling at the way it twitched excitedly beneath his touch.

Steadying his thumb there, he moved his other hand down to line up his leaking tip at your entrance. Pushing his head up against your tiny opening, he sucked in a breath, trying to reel himself in. It was taking all the strength and self-control he had to refrain from sinking himself into you without a care- but your big, trusting eyes blinking up at him so adorably were more than enough to keep him in check. You were his princess, his baby, his entire world; he didn't have it in him to hurt you, no matter how tempting the situation.

"Ready, pretty girl? Take a deep breath for me," his heavy voice guided you as he gently began easing himself in. Immediately, the stretch was nearly unbearable. Little feet kicking weakly, you whimpered as tears welled in your eyes. "You're okay, baby. You're okay," Ari took his time with you, keeping his thumb working circles over your clit to help with the discomfort. "You remember your word, sweetheart?"

"M-mhm," you sniffled, the way you rubbed your eyes so sweetly earning a loving smile from the man. "Keep going Daddy, please. I-I can take it," you promised. As much as the insertion ached, you were determined to be a big girl for your daddy.

Gentle eyes resting on your face, Ari's voice swelled with affection as he murmured, "My baby girl's so brave. Doin' so well, little one. That's it, just keep those pretty eyes on me."

It was a long, grueling affair, each inch of his massive length proving to be harder to take than the last. But through every painful moment, he was talking you right through it. "Doin' so well, sweetheart." "That's it, baby. Keep breathin' for me." "Almost there, pretty girl. Daddy's so proud'a you."

When he finally pushed the last of himself inside you, his wide hips pressing up to meet your own, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek as the rest of his body stilled. As he stood there over you, looking down on your sweat-dampened face, you swore you'd never seen his eyes shine with so much love. "Look at that, sweet girl. So full of Daddy," he crooned with pride, his hand rising from your clit to gently press on the base of your tummy where his cock was bulging from within you.

"S-so full," you managed a nod in agreement.

Barely rocking his hips, Ari was intent on giving you plenty of time to get used to his size. As you lay there on your back, panting from the arduous process of simply fitting his entirety inside of you, your daddy's heart was so full of love and sympathy for you. "My good, sweet girl," he hummed knowingly, wiping a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. "Don't worry, little one. We'll take things nice and slow. I'm in no rush; the most important thing to me is making you feel good."

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Over And Over - Ari Levinson Smut

Summary: Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: overstimulation, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, edging, nicknames: neshama sheli - my soul, metuka - sweetie/sweetheart, MINORS DNI, not red sea diving resort compliant.

A.N: ari is a feral, feral man but i think he's an adorable bear at times, this is not one of those times.

Word Count: 1k

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The haze is muted blue, sloshing of waters echoes in your mind, gaze unfocused but you feel yourself at the edge. A burning, numbing feeling creeps along your spine.

In a sense of deja vu you reckon, there is a distant sound of pleasure, followed by a choked sob. The buzzing stops, you sigh in relief. For what? Your mind searches through the haze.

“Oh sweetheart, too much?” Ari’s deep timber hums, your gaze moves from the swirls on the ceiling to the darkened almost blackened blue of his irises.

The sloshing returns in tandem with the deep strokes of his fingers, Ari reignites the flame and your mouth only knows to whimper and moan for him your thighs try to close. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to keep him away from what is his and his only.

“Oh sweet baby, you can’t keep my hands away from this greedy cunt. Come on now, give me my fifth orgasm. Come for me. I know you’re so close. Look at this filthy mess of your thighs and the sheets.” Ari croons, his voice both punishment and salvation the coil snaps, your walls spasm around his fingers pulling them back in because you can’t tolerate feeling empty. Its what landed you in trouble the first place.

“Look at all of this, mess of my hand, my thigh, my beard. All thats left is my cock. You want it don’t you, my little filthy, pretty slut.” Ari pinches you clit making you cry out.

“Please Ari—,” the sensitivity begins, even the soft satin of the sheets is brushing over your skin in bruising kisses. Aftershocks push through your form. Tears pooling in your eyes.

Ari’s lips trace over your collar bone, beard brushing over your flesh. His lips wrap around your nipples, sucking on the nub, he repeats the same to the other.

“Please what sweetness? Didn’t you want this? Sent me all those filthy little pictures.” Ari’s teeth graze around your nipple, the peaks hardened aching for attention, this fingers toy with the other.

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” your hands find respite; his biceps, your nails dig in, Ari bites down on your nipple. He hisses you preen. Body keeping your limbs apart. The hard planes of his abdomen flush against your puffy core.

“How many more? Got me aching for your cunt. But what was it you said?” He wonders, grabbing your face. Eyes intently looking int yours.

“I’ll give you everything you want metuka, you know this, don’t you.” He promises, your hips raise against your will, clit brushing against the trimmed hair, “Greedy little girl. So perfect.”

Ari brushes his knuckles over your cheeks.

“You know what you have to say metuka this punishment will end.” His patience is wearing thin, he needs the apology from you. You can’t even remember.

“Oh, is little baby cock drunk? Can’t remember what she said? Lets see if your favourite vib—,”

“No,” you grasp his hand, “Need you, Ari.” You bite your lip but he only smirks.

“Metuka, I need you too, but you complained about finding someone else to keep you coming and full. Now, Four on the vibrator when I left the room and one on my fingers, one of my thigh, see just two more out of the eight. For the number of times you took his name while touching yourself and sending me a fucking video.” Ari growls, you whimper.

Warmth engulfs your nipple, you feel yourself grow slicker. Ari’s tongue swirls as he sucks upon the nub, fingers giving the other attention, he keeps switching. Every touch amplified, your stomach tightens.

Clit pulsing for attention, you arch in his unrelenting grip. Just as you’re at the edge he stops, he slips out of your grasp, you’re about to complain.

His mouth sucks on your aching clit. Tongue swirling around the bud. You moan, head pressing into the pillow, his beard rubs deliciously against the puffy lips.

Your broken sounds urging him onward, stomach tightening then he slows.

Your tongue acts on its own accord, your mind desperate for release, “Ari I’m sorry, please, please—oh,” you choke on your words a scream ripped from your throat as he fills you to the brim, the stretch burns so deliciously.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ari hums appreciative, “Metuka, fuck,” he grunts, hips begin to snap and the tendrils retirn, his thick veiny cock hitting that spot as though he placed it right where his tip curves. Your legs spread wide one on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your throat.

You cum undone, a whine escaping your lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little filthy girl, creaming ovver my cock, fuck cunt’s sucking me in. You’re gonna milk my cock aren’t you? Pretty little slut.” His pace picks up, you only know Ari’s name it is music to his ears.

Urging him on he can feel himself close he takes his palm away from your thigh. Calloused fingers rub at your clit.

Your body spasms as do your walks, Ari groans your name as he spilled inside you. You moan voice cut off by his lips on yours as your final orgasm takes over.

Ari watches you, enamoured by your arousal snd his pooling at the base of his cock. Love-bites he left ob your tits glowing with the sheen of sweat that covers your delicious skin.

He manoeuvres you sideways, cock sliding back inside you as he pulls you to his chest pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder.

Your whimper as he shifts inside you.

“Have to keep you full, Metuka. You begged for it, I’m not done, that was just your punishment. Did so well for me.” He praises, hands running over you softly.

You nod, turning to capture his lips with yours, Ari hums, “Need to have you marked with my cum, tasting like me as well.”

“Ari.” You huff tired.

“In time Metuka.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“I love you, neshama sheli.” Ari confesses against your shoulder.

“As I love you, neshama sheli.” Your fingers run through his hair.

-x-

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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An Imagine about husby Ari and wife reader. One night before going to sleep they both have a conversation and decide that they want to start a family hehehe. They do it very passionately and Ari whispers things to her like "I'm going to make you the sexiest mommy of the world" "make daddy proud" etc... breeding kink maybe? (If not, it's totally okay, don't worry!)

sorry, this took so long! I'm slowly making my way through my older requests again. I hope you like it!

summary - talk of starting a family makes ari want to start right then and there.

warning - smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, word mummy is used but not as a kink, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You and Ari lay wrapped in each other’s arms, the room filled with a comfortable silence as you listen to Ari’s heartbeat, his fingers running through your hair. “Ari?’ The softness of your voice causes goosebumps to rise throughout Ari’s body, never will he get used to how beautiful you sound.

“Yes, bunny?” His dazzling blues gaze down, the hand that strokes your hair now moves down to rub your back.

You begin to draw shapes along his bare chest. Occasionally your fingers softly tug the strands that accompany the vast muscle. “What do you think about starting a family?” Your movements were slow, and your heart was beating faster as you waited for his answer, hoping he’d want that.

A giant smile appears on Ari’s face. He quickly grabs your small form and lifts you, so you are on top of him. He cradles your face in his hands, looking at you lovingly. “Are you serious? Like actually serious?” He crashes his lips against yours when you nod your head, only pulling away when you both need air. “I think I’m going to make you the sexiest mummy in the world.” His voice deepens after each word. You can feel his cock hardening at the thought of you round with his baby.

Ari’s hand stroke your bareback while the other moves down to line his thick tip against your dripping entrance. His lustful eyes connect with yours. “Are you going to make daddy proud by letting me pump you full of my cum?” His cock throbs as you nod with a glazed-over look. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan when his thick member slides into your tight cunt. “Fuck, bunny. You feel so fucking good. I can’t wait until your little cunt is full and dripping from my cum.” Ari throws his head back as your walls tighten around him, “oh, bunny! Squeezing me so good!”

You bury your face into his neck, peppering kisses and bites along his exposed flesh. Soft mewls and moans escape you at the feel of his vast member pumping in and out of you. Your nails dig into his arms, slowly moving your hips with his thrusts. “Ari– daddy! Feels good, too good.” Squeals leave you as he flips you over. Hands gripping your hips as he begins to pound into you, grunting as you squeeze his cock. “P–please! Make me a mummy, daddy! Fill me up! Please!”

Ari groans, lips catching yours in a passionate kiss. His cock swells and twitches, balls tighten as he feels his end approaching. “Fuck, bunny! You feel so fucking good I can’t hold back anymore.” He leans forwards, hand slithering between your bodies, rubbing your swollen button as he grunts into your ear. “Get ready, bunny. I’m going to fill you up so much that there’s no chance of this not taking.” After a few more thrusts, Ari buries his face into your neck as spurts of cum shoot out of him, filling you to the brim.

Your eyes roll back, head tilting as your walls pulsate, cumming around his prominent softening member. Bodies sag into each other’s as you both try to catch your breath, and Ari begins placing kisses along your skin. “My god, bunny. I love you so fucking much. I can’t wait to have mini versions of us running around.” Your heart fills with warmth at his words. You run your fingers through his hair and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

As you picture it, a gentle smile is brought to your face, “neither can I, handsome. I’m so lucky to have a husband like you.” Your eyes connect, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “I love you so much.”

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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lumberjack ari on his birthday, thinking his little wifey forgot about it just to come home and see that she decorated the whole house, cooked his favourite meals, made him a cake and wore his favourite outfit. i need this man SO bad

༻𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞༺

WC:829 GIF by Cevanscentral

{Warnings: non really!! Mentions of sex!!Very soft dark daddy}

ꨄAfter being with Ari for two years he expected you to remember his birthday, especially because you always went over the top to celebrate it.

ꨄ Last year you had decorated the house in cute little party decorations. You baked him a cake that you frosted and decorated yourself, and then you let Ari fuck you senseless however he liked, whenever he liked all night.

ꨄBut this year he didn't wake up to your kisses. He turned and saw you fast asleep, no doubt exhausted from the numerous amount of orgasms that he bestowed upon you last night.

ꨄHe sighed, it's fine if you forgot. He couldn't be mad because, he had kept you locked up for so long, he was sure that you were starting to loose track of what day it was. So with a grunt and a gentle kiss on your forehead he headed to work.

ꨄHowever the second Ari stepped out of that door you were determined. You were going to make this the best birthday ever.

ꨄ(because little did you both know but next year you'd be too busy on baby duty to even think about his birthday or your own.)

ꨄSo you first got changed into his favourite outfit ever and ofcourse it's lingerie: A babydoll that brought out the colour of your eyes and made you seem like a princess. It drove Ari crazy as he always imagined he was the big bad warrior devouring his cute, innocent little princess.

ꨄNow that you were dressed you knew that you had better get started on the cake. You had watched many videos on how to properly decorate and ice the cake and you were finally putting it to practice. Last years cake was adequate but it wasn't even close to being good in your eyes but this year you would make sure it was.

ꨄAs you were putting the cake in the oven you set a timer for 30 minutes and began to start hanging decorations, they were Christmas decorations since Ari wouldn't let you go into town to buy any new ones. So you made sure to stick to the crystal ones and avoid the green bauble. You'd allow the red because it was one of Ari's favourite colours.

ꨄAfter 30 minutes of wrestling with putting up the fairy lights, you headed back to the oven and pulled your cake out. It was perfect you just needed to leave it to cool for five minutes.

ꨄSo you grabbed the gift you made Ari and began to wrap it up. It wasn't much but you were so proud of it and you hoped Ari would like it.

ꨄWith a huff you wiped the sweat from your forehead and continued on your task.

ꨄWhen you were positive that it was done, you started to make Ari's favourite meal humming happily knowing that he'd be home soon.

ꨄAnd he was, He was home bang on time. He locked the car and headed in.

ꨄOnce he opened the door, his breathe caught in his throat and he felt his heart grow three sizes.

ꨄYou stood in the middle of the walkway with a blush on your cheeks and a smile on your face. "Happy birthday Ari!"

ꨄHe swooped you into his arms covering you in his kisses before finally kissing you properly. He pulled away and swiped some hair from your face. "My little wifey. You are utterly amazing. I love you so much. Look at how beautifully you've decorated! I definitely chose the perfect home maker. You make me so proud baby."

ꨄYou giggled and pulled him into the kitchen where his favourite meal sat. He smiled wider and sat down to eat with you. "You're spoiling me princess, you know that's my job."

ꨄAfter you were done, you looked at him nervously before you quickly got up and disappeared before returning with the gift. You shakily handed it to him feeling so nervous.

ꨄAri opened it and his heart skyrocketed. You had made a photo frame and the photo encased was one from last year when Ari had come home from work and wanted to dance with you. And you had sneakily gotten a picture but it was so worth it.

ꨄ"Oh princess. You take my breath away. You're so fucking perfect."

ꨄYou blushed so hard and then brought the cake in which Ari complimented so much that you were actually so proud.

ꨄAnd then when it was all done, you took his large hand and led him upstairs which he eagerly followed.

ꨄ Although it was his birthday and he wanted you to please him, he couldn't help but feel the need to please you. You had gone above and beyond for him and he wanted to repay you by doubling the amount of orgasms you had yesterday.

ꨄAnd boy, this man did not pull out. He stayed inside until he got hard and then fucked you senseless again, he just needed to hear you and be in you.

I wanna thank everyone for 1k followers!! I never thought I'd get that many ever! I'm glad you all like my writing bc it means the whole world to me!! Smooches -Fera

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Boston Cream Pie

an: this is fucking appalling. i’m quite proud of it :) . CHRIS WON THE LAST POLL 🎉 and again, the pair are in their late teens 18+

"A WHAT?!"

"A dirty cunt. That's what I call it."

"Fucking WHY?"

"Think about it, Y/n," he dives on the bed and takes my hand. His large palms close mine into a soft fist, "say this is your pussy, right?"

He starts to lick the makeshift pussy and I instinctively pull my hand away.

"Ugh! What are you doing?" I asked inspecting my hand.

"Y/n, this wouldn't be realistic if the pussy wasn't wet. That's fucked up. C'mon." I look him in his eyes before slowly giving my hand back to him. He continues to plunge his tongue before pulling away. He looked at me and smirked before letting spit leak into my hand. My jaw drops and he smiles. He turns my hand to me and I see the white substance leaking out of the hole in my fist.

"See, that's a dirty cunt." He turns my hand back and starts smearing around what has seeped out. He collects it and pushed it into my palm. I just sit there and watch him in awe.

He takes a second and then laps up his mess from my hand and I pull away again,

"Oh, Chris! Ew!" He leaned back and laughed dramatically.

"What do you mean ew? That's one of the most personal things you can do with your partner."

"That and anal."

"Nah. I think anal is a little more mainstream these days. Now, eating your own cum out of a pussy? Not a lot of people do that."

"So, basically you have a breeding kink?”

He shrugged, "I mean I guess playing with the thought of my girl carrying around my kid makes me hard. Plus, seeing a pussy drip with my cum makes me-" he let out a dramatic growl while leaning his head back and rolling is blue eyes.

"So wait, you want to be a dad?"

"Not necessarily right now, but I do like pushing those boundaries."

I chuckle at him and we just looked at each other for a moment before Tara popped in and we all hung out for a few hours.

That night in bed, all I could think about was what happened at Chris’. I looked at my hand and I could still feel his tongue. The way he swirled it around as if he were going in small circles with his cock. My other hand made its way to my throbbing clit and started rubbing. The memory of his pointed tongue going in and out, making sure to hit every wall created by my palm.

I insert two fingers and pump them in and out. I reach as far as I can and feel that spongy organ. I press it against until I'm moaning his name.

"Fuck," I sigh and bury my face in my pillow.

The next day, I got a note in my locker from Chris asking me to come over and I take a while to shoot one back, but agree to go. I've haven't had this feeling about him for long, but after last night he's all I want. I knock on his bedroom door and he answers. I take him in until I realize I'm staring. He saunters over to his bed and lays down. I stop at the threshold, feeling a little weird that I masturbated to my best friend last night.

He sparks up a joint and takes a couple of hits before offering it to me. I walk over to him and grab it and take a seat at the foot of his bed. I take my hits before turning back to him. We do this two more times before the high really sets in. When I turn back to grab it a third, I make sure to brush his fingers with mine. This catches his attention. I put the joint out on the nightstand and go to lay down with him. He looks confused at first, but then gets comfortable. He meets me half way when I grab his face in one hand and lean in to kiss him.

His lips are soft, but sticky from the weed. I push him back and he pulls me on top of him. We stay like this for a short time until he's taking off my shirt. He kisses up my torso before reconnecting our lips. I take off his shirt and he flips us over. His mouth goes to my neck and he starts kissing and biting. I can't help but let out soft moans,

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," he whispered. I moaned again and tried to pry him out of the confined restraints of his pants. He sits up and unbuttons them before pulling them and his boxers off. He unclasps my bra and then removes my pants as well. He starts to move down, but I pull him back up,

"I'm already wet enough. Just please." He kisses me deeply and flips me onto my stomach. I see him reach for something in his nightstand and I stop him,

"No."

"No?"

I turn back and look at him, "I want to be your dirty cunt." He lets out a noise I've never heard before, lining himself up at my entrance. He teases my opening by rubbing himself against it and only pushing hard enough to apply pressure.

"Chris please," I whined.

He pushes his cock deep in me and starts to snap his farmer tanned hips. With no time to adjust, my pussy spasms around him trying to get used to his size. This causes his rhythm to sputter with wild jerks, lurching his bed and its frame into the wall.

“You can’t say shit like that, baby,” his hands bruisingly digging into the skin on my hips. Having a bestial grasp on me physically and mentally.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Goddamn it,” he chokes out, cheeks already filled with blush and jaw more prominent with how tightly it’s clenched.

“The way your tight pussy is squeezing me. I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days. There’s no doubt you’ll be swollen with my seed.”

“Fuck! Please claim me. Make my pussy yours."

He turned me back over to look deep into my eyes. "You look so beautiful like this. Ready and begging to take my cum. Nothing but a cum whore for me. My own personal cum dumpster, hmm? Does that sound good?"

I had no energy to speak. All I could do was clamp around him even harder and pull him closer into me. All I was feeling was blinding white heat when he reached a spot deep within me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! Please. OH!" I let out a moan and he pressed deep into my hips.

He pounded into me heavily even after I already came, making me squeal at the sensitivity of it all. I dug my nails deep into his tensed shoulder blades making sure he didn’t go anywhere. I let out another loud moan when I felt him shoot long, hot streams deep within me. So deep I'm sure it would still be leaking out of me by the next day.

“Hold it.” Is the first thing he says when he finishes emptying himself. We both come down from it, making me clench weakly around him again. “Like a fucking glove, baby."

He finally pulls out and leans down. He spreads my glistening lips apart, vulgarly displaying my inner most parts as his elixir leaks out of me. His mind goes wild at the thought of how much of him is still left inside of me, muddying my womb. He was fixated on marking every inch of me. Inside and out.

I feel his tongue dip inside of me to collect some of what he left behind. He climbs back up my body before kissing me and depositing it into my mouth. I moan and arch my back off the bed while swallowing what he gave me.

He presses his forehead to mine and sighs,

"You have no idea what you've done."

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eloquentreverie · 8 months

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nothing but horny thots below about Ari.

pairing: needy!horny! ari levinson x girlfriend!reader

warnings: smut, consensual somnophilia, dirty talking, breeding kink

𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱

Thinking of Ari coming home late from work or maybe the bar with his buddies and he sees you already asleep, the sheets tangled around your form. And he's so horny. He can feel his cock twitching in his pants as he began to take off his clothes and get ready for bed. Ari doesn't dare take all of his clothes off, like he normally does. That would be way too tempting.

Instead, he takes off his clothes until he's just in his boxers. He slips under the covers slowly, being careful not to wake you up. You look so angelic when you sleep. God, what is he even thinking? He is going to... well... his hard dick is urging him to...

"Oh, come on. Just a little..." Ari thinks out loud. And what's wrong with wanting to stroke off to his perfect girlfriend in perfect peace? He starts rubbing his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Maybe just getting a taste of it would help him relax for bed...

Even though the room was dark, there was still enough light coming in from outside to help his eyes adjust. Your lips were puffy, slightly agape as you slept. The top button on your nightie was undone, revealing part of one of your breasts. Ari could feel pre-cum dribbling out of his tip as he traced his hands down to the band of his boxers.

He slides them past his hips and his cock springs free, eager to meet your body. His cock is pulsing with need for you now, feeling himself throb as more pre-cum leaks onto your thigh that happened to brush against him. You've already told him multiple times that if he needed to do something while you were asleep, it'd be fine. If only you knew how bad this really was...

Ari reaches over with one hand and trails a finger down from your collarbone to right above the valley between your breasts, stopping there before he does something he can't take back. What would your parents think if they ever found out he defiled their precious daughter like this? A dirty smirk makes its way across his face at the thought.

He'd finally have another chance to see that pretty mouth gag on his dick again. In the same motion, his hands trace farther down past your breasts to the top button of your nightgown, fumbling a bit with it but then successfully popping it open.

Then the next, and the next, and the next. Soon, his large hand begins squeezing your breast softly. He shifts slowly as his cock rubs up against your thighs, dripping pre-cum into the bedsheets.

He moves closer to you now, moving away from his side of the bed to lay behind you instead.

"God, she's gorgeous." He whispers quietly in your ear. With the flat of his tongue, he licks the outer shell of your ear which earns a soft groan from you. It's adorable seeing you react subconsciously to his ministrations, but the tiny little part of him that wanted you awake felt a little frustrated he couldn't get anything out of you right now. You'll just have to make it up to him later then.

His head nestles into the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. Ari bites his bottom lip softly, before he looks down, guiding his length so he's now grinding against your plump ass. There was so much pre-cum dripping out of him it was easy to start creating a delicious amount of friction.

He uses one hand to hold himself steady, making sure you won't accidentally move too far from him, and the other to cup the front of your neck, using his fingers to squeeze the sides gently.

A rush of air left your lips as your body reacted to the increased pressure in your throat. "So responsive," he thought. But there wasn't any time to focus on that right now as his cock began throbbing wildly, and he could feel his orgasm start to rise.

He stops for a moment, pulling up the hem of your nightie and sliding your panties to the side. He couldn't wait much longer. He needed to feel you. He needed you around him. His tip pressed against your entrance and his cum spilled all over your inner lips as he sank himself deep inside you with one forceful thrust. You moaned loudly at the intrusion, feeling yourself stretch around the girth of his large cock.

As your eyes start to flutter open, he feels a bit guilty but, then he realizes that you can't exactly tell what's going on. As soon as you try to speak, it comes out garbled and broken due to the choking that's still occurring in your throat.

"I'm sorry babe," Ari whispers in your ear, still gripping tightly onto your throat. "I couldn't help myself." Ari squeezes your throat even tighter as his hips grind up against your ass, which seems to cause you to squirm as you're finding it difficult to breathe with the added restriction.

You struggle, trying to catch a quick breath of fresh air as your hips continue to writhe about in pleasure. Ari smirks once again, realizing now that you weren't even fully conscious yet and your body was still having involuntary reactions. How cute! Now that he knows, there are multiple things that he could possibly try out the next time that you're sleeping. He can only imagine how your reaction will be if you realize what he's doing...

But then his mind starts to wander as he finds himself daydreaming of tying your wrists and ankles together and fastening them to the four corners of the bed, completely leaving you vulnerable. With some rope and a scarf, it could easily be done, too.

He'd even go as far to stuff your underwear into your mouth as a makeshift gag... Ari is suddenly brought back to reality when you start making small noises.

They aren't quite coherent words that leave your lips, but he definitely sees how turned on you must be feeling. Your thighs keep rubbing back and forth, legs slowly start to spread apart as your hands clench and unclench the sheets below.

With your pussy now completely exposed, he sees it glisten in the moonlight, soaked with your juices that have begun leaking out of you. And without warning, he feels your pussy clamp down onto his cock as a mini orgasm unexpectedly floods over you.

"You feel...ah, you feel so good, baby," He breathes as he struggles to catch his own breath.

You only moan incoherently in response, unable to form anything that actually makes sense as you're still trying to adjust to the feeling of his throbbing cock buried deep inside you. You whine as he begins to pull out of you, feeling empty after having something thick and warm to fill you up with.

His head lifts off the pillow as Ari lets go of his grip on your neck so he can grab your hips to roughly turn you around so you're on your back now. Then his lips meet yours for a brief moment as he cups both sides of your face.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he enters you again, going slow enough that you feel every vein drag along your tight walls and bumping past the spot that causes stars to shoot across your vision. He grins as you writhe beneath him, noticing how your body squirms with each little movement he makes. Ari decides to use this newfound knowledge to his advantage.

"If you want it faster, you're gonna have to do it yourself, baby." He smirks, holding himself still completely as he hovers above you.

"No-no fair..." You groan, as you feel his cock twitch inside of you but never move or budge. But then, you decide to give into temptation and wrap your arms around his shoulders while sliding your legs around his lower back. With this new position, you manage to build up the strength and confidence to begin moving your hips upward, meeting his halfway with every thrust.

As you continue to move, his cock starts to swell with cum, and he knows it won't be long before he's filling you up with his load.

"Fuck." Ari growls under his breath as your movements start getting sloppier, with him now losing his control. "I'm gonna fill you up so much. I'm going to fill you until it spills out of you and you feel me running down your thighs all night... and when you wake up in the morning, you'll still be filled with my cum... you'd like that wouldn't you? If everyone could see what a filthy, dirty little girl you are?"

He rambles before biting down on the junction between your neck and shoulder to muffle the sounds of his moans as he cums. He presses his hands down on your stomach, putting enough pressure there thate you can feel his warmth inside you.

You whimper and bury your face into his neck as his hot cum continues to fill you, his seed burning as it shoots straight past your cervix. Ari manages to slide your panties back into place to make sure none of his cum would be wasted as he pulls out of you.

He grabs the bottom of the shirt you're wearing (which happens to be his shirt, the same one you always steal) and he brings the sleeve up to wipe some sweat off your face.

Ari gives you a quick kiss on your forehead, smiling sweetly at your blissful expression. You can barely stay awake after all that he's put you through but your eyes begin to drift as sleep eventually overcomes you.

He settles into bed after cleaning up all the mess that he's made and then wrapping you back into his arms. He can't believe how lucky he is to have such an understanding girlfriend. And this time, he'll probably make it up to you by making you breakfast in the morning before work. You deserve it.

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lilacevans · 1 year

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'*•.¸♡ 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 ♡¸.•*'

'•.¸♡ ˏˋ°•⁀➷ ari levinson x (non-descriptive) female!reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings: daddy kink, oral (male receiving), praise kink, spitting

: ̗̀➛ word count: 1,031 (was supposed to be a liccle blurb but oh well)

: ̗̀➛ notes: this is word vomit. tbh, not even i know what this actually is. go with the flow my dudes. also be nice. i haven't written smut properly in a while. i'll come for yer kneecaps.

ari coming home after a long, gruelling work trip; one he didn't want to go on; especially without you. usually, he would take you along with him; however, this time he couldn't. all week you had been receiving text after text of him complaining about his day, him telling you how much he missed you, how he just wanted to be home with you.

finally,

''daddy's home,'' ari sang, voice deep and laced with a mix of relief and exhaustion as cracked the door open and he stepped over the threshold, dropping his bag to the floor and shrugging the heavy coat off his shoulders and leaving them on the floor.

you perked up, melting down, your head leaning on your arm, heart eyes peered up at his figure slowly coming towards you, a tired smile on his lips.

“hi, daddy,'' you sing sweetly back at him, leaning up to meet his lips.

“hi, baby,'' he whispers back to you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before making his way to his chair, dropping down with a heavy sigh and leaning down to untie the laces of his boots.

“no, no,'' you protest, slipping off the couch and sinking to the floor, discarding your glass on the coffee table before crawling over to him. ''come here, daddy. lemme help.”

you get to taking his boots off slowly, slipping them off over his overworked feet, dropping the heavy boots to the side of you before turning your attention to rubbing his thighs, massaging out the tension and peering up into his ocean eyes, while he praises you, “such a good girl. you take good care of your daddy, don't you, baby? best little wife in the world.''

“i didn't know if you ate before you came home or not,'' you say, lifting up onto your knees and working your hands up his torso, ''order food or shall i cook for you, daddy?”

“order in, baby, let’s have an easy night,” ari replies, hand cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking over your cheek.

you nod, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, his biceps as you capture him in a languid kiss, his hand moving to your hair, another heavy on the back of your neck. your fingers find their way to his belt, but as you about to pull the leather through the buckle, he pulls back; a whine slipping out of your throat.

“baby, it’s been a long day. i need a shower,” ari chuckles lowly.

“i don’t care,” you whisper back at him, pressing a last delicate kiss to his lips before getting back to work unbuckling his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans.

he raises enough for you to slip his jeans to his thighs. your fingers trace over the prominent bulge hidden by his briefs. you mouthed over the the fabric, finding the tip and concentrating there. your gleeful eyes lightening up as your husband finally relaxes into his chair, shoulders dropping with a quiet moan.

''that's my girl,'' ari praises as you pull down the waistband of his underwear, letting his cock spring free. ''come on, honey, less looking. get you mouth on it,'' he prompts, grasping a gentle handful of your hair and guiding you back down.

you blow him slowly, licking base to tip, peppering kisses and kitten licks along the length, hand reaching down to cup his balls, softly massaging them in the palm of your hand. the sounds of his moans, deep in his chest spurring you on. you could hear him slowly losing his mind as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock before finally working your mouth down on his length.

''so good to me, my sweet, little wife,'' he starts to babble, his tired, gravelly voice mixed with his low moans made your thighs clench and your core ache. ''such an angel. letting me put my dirty cock in that sweet little mouth. do anything for your hardworking, daddy, huh?'' you nod with hollowed out cheeks, his grip on your hair softly guiding you up and down on his cock.

you notice ari's eyes drift to his glass of whisky, his hand stayed tangled in your hair as he reached over for the glass with his other hand, taking a long sip as you continued to work yourself on his cock.

''come here, baby,'' he says, tugging you off his cock and guiding your head back by your hair. ''let's share a drink.''

ari leaned down and gripped your cheeks, forcing your lips to part before he spat a steady stream of whisky straight into your mouth. heat bloomed through your thighs and your core ached as the bitter alcohol sliped down throat; the easiest whisky has ever gone down. eyes wide, you let out a needy whine.

“oh, you want more?” ari teased with a laugh.

you give a little nod and part your lips for him to repeat the action. you drink it down while he finished the contents of the glass and placed it back down. with a dirty smirk, he tiled your head back again with, fingers wrapped around your chin, fingers pushing into your cheek. you let your mouth fall open, gasping as he spat into your mouth and pulled you in for filthy kiss before guiding you back to his cock.

“that’s my girl,” he praised, relaxing back into his chair, head lulling back with a moan. “fuck,” he drawed out slow, “that fuckin’ mouth.”

uh bye

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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pinky promise

pairings— ari levinson x reader

warnings — unprotected sex, breeding kink, dumbification, beard burn, mentions of balls (multiple times), mentions of fem receiving, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, dirty talk, spit kink and cum play

summary — two promises

authors note — who doesn’t love delicious ari!!! plus its the pink shirt and everything else for me!! let me know what you guys think and if you wanna be on my mini taglist for chris evans characters!

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“Ari,” Words spoken airy, “You have people checking in soon.” Muttering out. “Someones gonna catch us.”

Cotton candy like pillow lips lining themselves along your warm neck, “Mm don’t care, need to feel you, Angel.” The poking of his beard leaving red burn marks, “Been too long.”

“It’s been four hours—,” Tan hands tugging on his hair, begging for him to sink his teeth into.

“Too long.” Bringing his eyes up to meet yours, hands creeping up your dress meeting the line of the pretty pink panties you threw on this morning. “Need to feel your pretty pussy all the time.”

Lust blown eyes as he remembered you falling apart with each lick of his tongue between your dripping clit, two fingers pressing themselves in and out of you. Ari’s beard rubbing against your thighs with each suck against your clit. Every dip of his tongue into your pussy. Each tug of his hair begging him to go faster—demanding him. Your heavy eye lids after you came on his face and beard— a pornographic picture that would live in your head forever.

“Let me feel her Angel. Please.” His pout tucking between his teeth. “Was away from you for too long.” Your finger tracing his pink shirt— your favorite one. Having deemed it yours after many nights that were spent between your sheet.

And truth be told you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you— if not more. It was the shirts fault. The pink shirt that hugged all the right spots, complimenting him in the most enticing ways and he knew what it did to you when he wore it.

Stupid weak spot.

“Ari—“ Fluttering your eye lashes closed— knowing you lost the battle before it started, “What if someone see’s us?” Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I promise I won’t let anyone see what’s mine.”

He’d been away from his favorite thing in the whole world for weeks and coming home yesterday to devour you and watched you fall apart at his finger tips and cock.

“Pinky promise?” Bright doe eyes gleaming with the thought of him taking you apart right here, right now had you clenching your legs together.

Ari’s lips pressing against yours was promise enough. Tugging him closer to you so he pressed flush against, messy hands roaming your’s and his body, desperate to feel each other once again. Your hips bucking against his made him break out in a grin as he pulled away from you—a crescent moon smile and all.

“That’s my girl.” One hand ripping your panties off the other hiking your dress up, your hands tugging his pants down freeing his angry cock and heavy balls— and what you wouldn’t give to have them in your mouth.

His hands prying your legs apart as one ghosts between your folds earning a hiss from you and moan from him, “Always such a messy girl for daddy.” His words were wicked and delicious.

Ari pumps himself a few times before slotting his lips over yours and pushing himself into you as he captures your moan. His hands grabbing your legs, hoisting you up and pushing you against a wall as he bottoms out— mentally swearing you could feel him touching your heart.

“Angel— fuckin’ shit,” His wicked tongue and hips snapping to find a steady pace that would bring both of you to heaven. Except it already existed— you.

It was creamy and warm— just like how he left her this morning. Swearing then and there he could cum feeling your pussy wrap around him— welcoming him home again.

“Ari.” Whining out as you tug his head away to met his eyes.

“ ‘S not my name.” Grunting out as his bulbous tip rubs against the spongey spot, “I haven’t fucked you stupid yet.”

“D- Daddy.” Rolling your eyes to the back of your head bringing him flush against feeling his breath fan against your neck. Ari’s tongue licking a strip from your collarbone to your jaw before gently sinking his teeth into you. “ ‘S daddy.”

Lips detaching from you, “Good girl, baby. Open your mouth for daddy.” Right hand bringing you closer to his mouth to stick out your tongue. Ari accumulates his spit, bringing his lips together and releasing his saliva slowly into your mouth. His eyes wait on your neck as you hold the urge to swallow him. “Swallow.” His eyes watch the bob of your throat indicating you did as you were told.

“Always my good girl.”

His eyes watch yours like there the gems of the earth. Nothing said but everything said all at once. It was ironic really. Someone so beautiful and delicate with someone so— him.

Running into town one day to grab something and quite literally running into you along the way. Ari’s world stopped when his eyes took you in. It was cliche, but his favorite part of yours and his love story. And when you told him those three words confessing how your heart had been his, his lips told you everything before he spoke them against your cotton candy like lips. You were soft when he was rough. But never had Ari thought someone as innocent as you, would be almost as filthy as him.

The tug of your delicate hands brought him out of his dream as your fingers we’re demanding to show you the hidden markings underneath. Each button popped open as it hung carelessly off of him and trailing him as his cock stretched you out.

“Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you where anyone could see us.” Ari’s gruff voice ringing through your ears, making you whine, “You like that? Knowing anyone could walk right through there and see what a whore ya are for daddy?”

Your toes curled, legs tightened around his waist and tears lined your eyes. It gave Ari the answer he needed and even if it was spoken it was the one he wanted.

Bringing his thumb between his lips, his tongue flicking and drenching it, he brought it down to your swollen clit as he began rubbing it to bring you closer to the edge.

“There’s my girl. I can feel her clenching around me. Does she need to cum? Does she wanna soak daddy’s cock?” He spoke, “If she does— she’s gotta speak up, like a good girl does.”

Trying to wrap your head around the fact how wet this was all making you— between the noises of your mewls, the smacking of his heavy balls every time his cock would slide in and out of dripping pussy.

His cock began throbbing when he heard you finally mutter some words, “Love daddy’s cock. Makes me feel good, love feelin him here.” Your hand dragging his right where he felt his cock rutting against you and pressing softly against your warm stomach— feeling his cock inside of you.

“Fuck ‘nna have to do better than that, Angel.” Ari somehow manages to grunt out between his deep demanding thrust. “Daddy knows ya needa cum, can feel ya chokin around my cock. Speak up and use your big girl words.”

“Tell daddy why.” Ari all of demands against your lips.

“Needa milk daddy’s cock, needa ‘im to cum in me, feel him in me.” You whine out, “Fill me up daddy, wanna have your babies.”

Ari’s groan was something between primal and feral, ropes of him spilling deep into your pussy filling you full. You clench around him, your body spazzing against his as you release around his cock dragging air into your lungs.

His lips press against yours humming against them and sweeping hair stuck to your forehead. Admiring the enchanting sight, noting that this is one of the times when you look absolutely breathtaking.

Air’s suddenly returned to yours and his lungs when Ari begins pulling slowly out of you, watching coated cock in a mixture between yours and his cum. Two wobbly feet now back on the ground realizing your still at the front desk and anyone could have seen.

And before you could say anything his words bring you comfort, “No one saw Angel. Trust me.” Depositing one more kiss against your swollen lips.

“Now were you serious about getting pregnant? Because I could make that happen right here, right now, Angel.” A smirk lining his lips and hands caressing your hip bones.

A blush coating your cheeks, “I wouldn’t say if I didn’t mean it.”

Ari’s hands tightening around the divots of your hips— a promise of bruise. “What are we waiting for?” His tongue caressing his bottom lip. “Know you can’t resist the shirt, Angel.”

“You have work to do.” Tugging him closer to your lips, “Later.” Slotting your lips on his a few more times.

Eyes beaming with the promise of seeing you growing a mini him or you has his once loose pants growing tighter, “Pinky promise?” Smirking out, knowing you the answer.

“Pinky promise.”

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foxgloveprincess · 3 days

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In an AU verse of AWA, which two babes could you see falling for and fighting over the same Reader? And who would get her in the end? 🫠

Oh, Siri. I have two different thots on this. First of all, the AU. There’s no meetings, no ‘friendships’ or network. This is before it all starts. Just men with some dark proclivities. Second, they’re still the men we know and love with all the quirks we adore. And all the same tastes. Which brings me to two possible scenarios, under the cut.

You can probably guess one of the pairs, so we’ll start with the other.

Warnings: Dark (Soft Dark) Themes, Kidnapping, Stalking, etc., No Editing. Minors do not interact (18+).

You’re just going along with your best friend’s plans—attending some hoity-toity charity gala

You’re not even rich, you’re just another charity case in a pretty dress

But who else is attending, why Ransom Drysdale and Lloyd Hansen

You catch Lloyd’s eye when you accidentally bump into him

You catch Ransom’s when he spots the rope burn under your sleeves

They find you completely charming and end up following you around the banquet hall at different times throughout the evening, engaging in conversation and flirting

And wouldn’t you know, you don’t notice either of them following you out when you slink away

They certainly notice each other, though

And from that point, it’s like the space race

Each of them trying to scramble to get things in place and steal you away

Bumping into you in your daily life until you start getting suspicious

Both of them are devious and cunning and willing to do whatever it takes

But it’s Lloyd who gets you

Because he’s ruthless and a little reckless

He strikes when he sees the opportunity while Ransom’s still planning

But it’s okay, after you settle down and start enjoying the finer things in life (like Lloyd’s insatiable hunger for you), maybe he’d be willing to share—for a price 😈

(This is the vastly more self-indulgent scenario)

I just couldn’t not—you know they’d have eyes for the same girl

Both of them with their little white knight kind of ways and their enjoyment of a nice girl in the need of some spoiling

Ari’s still your dad’s best friend and he takes you out all the time when you need a night off

Even takes you to the park some Saturdays to get some fresh air before taking you somewhere else special

Which is where he notices the ice cream man

The way Mr. Freezy stares at you each week and hands over your ice cream, the glint in his eye and the way you thank him so sweetly

You practically skip back to Ari and the two men lock eyes

There’s a predatory recognition between them

And Freezy’s ready to fight for you, to claw you away from Ari

They have an old-fashioned sit down

Both of them bring their guns (and maybe a knife or two or a vial of poison)

But we all know and love Ari, what he’s willing to do for his girl

And we know he likes to watch—so sharing isn’t off the table for him 🫣

Freezy’s not into it at first, until Ari starts talking about how he’s already begun to mould you to his liking—how well your adapting and how eager you are to please

He shows some pictures of you and Ari on your excursions, and Freezy’s hooked

Freezy takes you, cause he’s the stranger and can take the heat off Ari

But they keep you in Ari’s cabin with plenty of room for three

With both of them working together, it’s much easier to get you compliant

You already trust Ari and with him rounding off Freezy’s harsher edges, you always know where you stand

Right between your two daddies, protected and loved 🥰🫠

Ok. Ok. I’m cool, it’s cool. Siri, what have you done???? I’m ruined. 🥰😩

This was super fun. I loved exploring this thought and figuring out how things might play out. 💜 Thank you for sending it in!

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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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send me prompts/requests <3

with the exception of scat and pedophilia, it can be pretty much anything <3

a brand new scenario, a continuation of one of my pieces, anything <3

feeling brave <3

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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | fucking machine

pairing | porn director!ari levinson x pornstar!reader

warnings | reader is an amateur pornstar, ari is her beloved director. emphasis on safe/consensual sex practices (safe word mention.) mild dom!ari vibes. foreplay: nipple and clit play. fucking machine. spitting. orgasm permission + she comes :D

word count | 1,049

thinking about porn director!ari helping you, his favorite little star, take the machine for the first time 🥺 maybe you're fairly new to the line of work and you've only done tamer shoots so far. this is your first taste of intenser porn elements; you're just trying it out with ari before going through a proper shoot with cameras and everything because you're not sure how you'll take it or if you'll like it

ari is super protective of you and wants to make sure you're safe throughout the entire process. he insists it's just you and him because he doesn't want any outside pressure or elements potentially making it hard for you to advocate for yourself or ask to stop if you need to. you trust him so much, he's been so wonderful to you and you feel so much safer knowing it'll be just you and him in the studio 💕

he gets everything ready before you arrive, arranging a comfy leather chaise for you to lay on and setting up the machine/testing out to make sure it works. he gets lube, a few different toys in case you'll want them, and clean up/aftercare stuff all set out as well. he told you to wear whatever you want, whatever's comfy. when you arrive in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he thinks you look so adorable and perfect just the way you are 🥺

he sits with you for a little while beforehand, talking you through everything that'll happen so you understand the machine and there'll be no surprises. he makes you feel so safe and supported, reminding you several times that you can stop at any time, making sure you remember the safe word, etc. he's smiling so big at you when you nod to let him know you're reading, "i'm so proud of you, sweetheart. i promise we'll make it feel good. and if you need anything, you just let me know. that's my job, i'm here to make things easy and comfortable for you"

he has the machine close enough so he can sit on the edge of the chaise there with you and adjust it as necessary. when you're ready, he lets you undress and lay back. he just has such a way of making you feel so secure around him, he's smiling so sweetly at you as he takes some time to rub your thighs, easing your legs open as you relax for him. he takes plenty of time loving on you the ways he knows you love best, gently playing with your nipples before moving down to rub your clit a little bit

"there we go. just relax for me, angel," he's coaxing you as you grow warm and wet beneath his fingers. "gotta get you nice and ready, princess. that feel good, right there? you can tell me what you need, honey. i'll take care of you." once you're adequately warmed up, he pulls away and preps the silicon attachment with lube anyway, just to prevent any friction or discomfort. "you ready, sweetheart? just remember your word, okay? the moment you say, we stop." your enthusiastic nod and gentle smile convince him you're ready

"okay baby, here we go. gonna ease it in," he explains as he gently extends the rod up to press the tip of the dildo against your leaky hole. "bit of a stretch here, deep breaths," he talks you through it as the rubber object is slowly but steadily worked up into you. "good girl, almost there," he hums as he reaches a good stopping point, making sure the thrusts won't push in too far or hit your cervix painfully

rubbing your inner thigh soothingly, asking, "you ready for me to turn it on, princess? we'll start slow, but it'll be intense. you just let me know if you need something on your clit- sometimes that helps with the pressure"

he starts you out on the lowest setting, watching carefully to see how you react. your immediate soft moans and melting into the couch are good signs hehe 🫶 his face is beaming with pride as you lie back and let the machine fuck you, watching as your eyes roll back slightly and your legs tremble as they fall to either side

"g-god," you're groaning as you're pounding steadily, "you should've l-let me do this sooner"

he's chuckling as your words are distorted by the rhythm of the machine. "i needed to make sure you were ready, pretty girl. and look at you, you're taking it so well," he knows it drives you crazy when he talks to you like that, and it's working alright!!

"m-more," you're soon begging, "faster, p-please!"

he can't help but laugh lightheartedly a bit more at your enthusiasm and impatience, nodding as he bumps you up a bit in speed. you let out the sweetest, happiest sighs as the repeated pounding rocks the entire couch. wanting to make the experience as good as possible for you, he goes back to cupping your tit with one hand, patting lovingly over your swollen clit with the other. his added stimulation makes your body jerk and writhe weakly, broadening his proud smile

"go ahead, baby. take what you need. you want it faster?" he asks as he twists and tugs at your hardened nipple. your pleading nod prompts him to boost you up another few notches, the machine growing a bit noisier as you're now fucked a bit more forcefully. wiggling yourself down a bit, you dare to let the tip of the rubber cock hit up perfectly against your weak spot. the build-up to your orgasm seems to happen over the span of mere seconds, but ari sees it happening

"p-please, i'm gonna-" you're panting weakly as you teeter towards the edge. he knows you so well, he can somehow tell exactly what you need to get you there. he brings his hand up, spitting on his fingers before slapping them down over your clit, rubbing in furious circles

"go ahead, baby. you've been so good. you can go ahead and come," his permission is all it takes- you come right then and there on that massive rubber dick as it pounds you into oblivion, ari's skilled fingers carrying through the wonderful high 💕

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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You Said I Was Your Favourite - Ari Levinson

Summary: You're taken from Ari. He's promised you many things but when his eyes don't meet yours and his present words begin to make you doubt his past promises. Will you go back to him?

Paring: Mafia!Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, mentions of past self harm, scars of self harm mentioned, reader is clean since 3 months, canon level violence, reader kidnapped, swearing, guns, blood, injury, protective ari, smut, p in v, dirty talk, fluff, past is in italics, hurt/comfort, fluff/smut, nicknames: metuka (meaning sweetheart).

A.N.: honestly the lyric 'you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding' cardigan by taylor swift, was circling around my head for the most part writing this fic. this is sort of a self indulgent fic, plus Mr. Levinson just reminds me of this comforting bear, i adore him. wrote this amidst a writing block so it may not be top notch but i adore it.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics || Word Count: 4.1k

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Burning gunmetal and rust, a leaking pipe of water. Rough, uneven ground digs into your skin. Your gaze searches the dark room, vision field limited at the angle your head is twisted upon.

The overhead light flickers with an inconsistent buzz. You groan when you feel yourself being propped up to your knees.

“Stupid bitch.” The man sneers, grip tightening on your hair, twisting harshly. Your clothes stick to you, uncomfortably so. Sweat and you fear some amount of blood might be the reason.

The door is kicked open, heavy footsteps each around the room. You can’t look up fully due to the grip on your head.

However recognising that cologne is easy, and the way your heart soars even in this most horrible situation. You know it’s him—Ari.

Another whimper is coaxed out of you, your head tilted further the warm barrel of the gun touches your jaw.

Ari’s gaze is cold, not the warm blue waters that you love to sink into, none of the fiery blaze present with which he would trace your form.

“I see you made it.” The man chuckles, tapping your jaw with the gun, “Here I thought apart from your long gone wife no one held your affections.” He laments.

Ari’s jaw tightens, lips pressed into a thin line. It is then you realise he isn’t sparing you a glance. His gaze is on the man only.

“What no words? I have your girl.” The man scoffs, Ari just shrugs.

“You should really fact check, Parson.” Ari tuts, retrieving the pack of cigarettes he carries and lights one.

One puff, then a second one.

He scratches the side of his mouth with his thumb. Eyes everywhere else but on your form.

You swallow, your heart trying to convince your mind this is a dream. You were sleeping.

You had gone out, the mall? Yes.

Picking up a dress for dinner with Ari.

You must have gotten tired and fallen asleep.

This is just a dream.

Ari would never let his gaze stray from you. He would never ignore you.

“So if I shoot her, you won’t be sad or mad?” Parson’s voice sounds full of doubt.

“Oh I would be, but it is because you killed an innocent person, not because she means anything to me. You have the wrong woman.” Ari takes another drag of the cigarette. It burns bright then turns to ash.

You feel tears brim your eyes, a wicked smirk on Ari’s face.

“Oh, did you think more?” He speaks in a mocking tone. You feel your heart crack.

Please be a dream. Your heart screams, wails in your chest. Your gaze shifts down, lips pressed together tightly not to let the sob break free.

“But, but I saw the two of you, your hand on her face. She’s in l-love with y-you.” Parson stammers, his clear upperhand being undermined.

“Half of the female population pines for a minute of my affection.” Ari drops the cigarette, stepping upon it with the heel of his boot.

“You should have had more women in here.” He gives a dry chuckle.

“There isn’t anyone apart from you, Metuka.” Ari whispers against your forehead, “After a long time my heart has thawed, waiting to place itself onto your palms.”

You stay silent, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Bear.” Your throat tightens, “I, I have feelings for you too.” You admit, “I thought, I thought you wouldn’t—,”

“Oh but I do, Metuka.” He smiles, the kind that melts your heart. He pulls you into his arms, engulfing you in his bear hug. You nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck.

You blink tears at the memory.

“I’ve seen you kiss her.” Parson still argues.

Ari clicks his tongue, clearly irritated.

Ari’s lips find yours, he walks in after his work day. You gave him your apartment key. A squeal leaves you when he lifts you up, arms wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his broad chest.

Deep rumbling laughter fills the small kitchen. You tilt your head back looking up at him. He then brushes his lips against yours, your hand moves to tangle with his soft hair. A few of the strands tickling your cheek.

The kiss turns bruising, you tug on his hair, he groans into your mouth, hands tightening around you. Keeping you to him.

“You’re mine, Metuka, as I am yours.” He promises.

“Parson, you’re wasting my fucking time.” Ari roars, anger coursing through his voice. You close your eyes.

“So you won’t care if I hurt her?” Parson smirks, watching the man in front of him closely. He taps the gun to your forehead.

“No one will lay a finger upon you, Metuka.” Ari promises as you’re laying with your head in his lap.

“Ari, nothing will happen to me.” You look up at him, his palm brushing over your head pauses, eyes harbour a moment of worry.

You grasp the hand that is on your abdomen, bringing it to your lips you kiss his palm. The callouses memorised by you. Your thumb traces over them.

“You will always protect me, I know.” You assure him.

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of what I do. Ever.” There is a furrow between his brows.

“Bear.” You try to get him to smile at the nickname, he doesn’t, you frown.

“Metuka,” Ari struggles with verbalising, you sit up, effortlessly he makes you sit facing him, “I will protect you till my last breath.”

“Bear, don’t, say that.” Your hands cup his face, stroking over his beard.

“There is only you, I only harbour you in my heart.” Blue eyes study you as you take in his words, your skin heats.

“I love you, Ari.” Your words light him up, he rewards you with the prized grin that belongs only to you.

“Parson, I was told you have a negotiation for business.” Ari taps his foot, your eyes drop from his face, “I didn’t realise you’d rather discuss the women I fuck.”

The words are cruel, they make you question everything over the past six months.

Your brain mocks your heart, you almost don’t feel the blade sinking into your forearm. When you refocus, you see the torn sleeve, Parson’s smile drops when Ari doesn’t show a shred of care.

“Let's try the other hand.” Parson moves, gripping your left hand. You panic.

“No.” You whisper, you hadn’t let Ari see your arms, favouring full sleeves. Not letting him take off your shirt when things got intimate during heavy make outs.

You were waiting for the damn scars to fade. You try to pry your hand away.

Ari’s hands freeze under your shirt. The way you tensed had him pause. He retracts his hands and pulls his mouth away from your neck.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, attempting to shift away. Your hands grasp his shoulders urging him to stay.

“Ari, Ari let me explain—,”

“You just have to say no, Metuka. It all stops. I don’t want an explanation.” He shakes his head.

“I’m, no I want to do this, kissing you making out, I just, I’m not comfortable taking my top off yet.” Your skin heats, you gaze down at his half exposed chest. The hypocrisy makes you wince.

“Do you want my hands to explore beneath?” He questions, you nod.

“So the shirt is not off but I can try to touch your very pretty boobs.” He just laughs when you lightly smack his chest. Grasping your palm he brings your fingers to his lips. Placing soft kisses upon them as his beard tickles.

You giggle, Ari adores you.

His palms then cup your cheeks, “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll take it further okay? I’m very happy making out as though we’re horny teenagers.”

That earns him another smack.

His deep laugh rumbles through your chest.

You try to shift away, Parson points his gun at Ari.

“He may feel nothing but I know you do, even if you’re nothing to him. Do you want him dead?” He chuckles darkly when your eyes shift from the gun to the towering man.

Ari still doesn’t meet your gaze, you don’t understand. Till this morning it was as if you were his world. Now he looks at you as if you’re nothing to him.

“Please don’t hurt him.” You look up at Parson. He only smiles, lowering the gun. Harshly grabbing your forearm you cry out, then bite down on your tongue to stop the whimpers.

Parson pushes the sleeve back harshly, the knife ready but then he pauses, seeing the lines strewn across your skin.

“Of course, big bad mafia man, Ari Levinson would never want someone broken.” Parson shakes his head with laughter bubbling past his tongue.

Ari finally moves his gaze on you, you’re looking down, biting back sniffles. The sight of your forearm though, sends his heart plummeting.

How had he not figured it out?

Why hadn’t you told him?

Is this why you didn’t want to show him all of you?

Why had he not asked you more often if you were doing alright?

How selfish and blind had he been towards you?

How long has this been going on?

Guilt fills him.

“No one would want someone this broken.” The disgust in Parson’s voice wraps around your mind, the scars ache beckoning you towards them yet again.

“I know.” Your voice is so small, you don’t look up. You don’t want Ari to see you this way. He wouldn’t care either way. You blink away the tears, it only makes them brim over.

“Parson, you have ten seconds to step away from her.” Ari warns through gritted teeth.

The man scoffs, “You’re without a weapon. You’re in no position to—,”

The mobster reaches into his jacket, retrieving a gun.

“H-how did you get that past my guards?” Parson sutters at the ammunition reveal.

“Oh, your guards? Did I say I came in here unprepared?” Ari chuckles darkly.

Parson presses the gun to your forehead, again.

“I won’t hesitate.” He warns.

“Nor will I.” Ari declares, “Close your eyes for me, Metuka.”

You look up at him, he finally meets your gaze. You close your eyes.

You hear the click, there is the echo of a shot fired followed by a clattering. You cover your ears. The gun no longer pressed to your forehead.

“Metuka.”

Warmth wraps around you, the scent of musk and jasmine surrounds you. Ari. You’re pressed to his chest. You want to cry, bury yourself in him.

You’re about to give in, take the comfort that belongs to you. Then you pause, you tense up.

Pushing at him, no, no, he wasn’t yours, he promised and everything Ari just admitted to, he doesn’t, he never said it and you know why, now.

“I’m sorry, I had to lie. Metuka, I’m so sorry, I should have been there with you. I sent you off alone like a fool.” He stumbles over his words,

“I promised you and I broke it, I couldn’t protect you, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry about whatever I said, I had to make him question his plan. I’m so sorry. Please talk to me, Matuka.” He pleads, large hands running up and down your shaking form.

You stay quiet, cheek pressed to the exposed flesh of his chest. His habit of having the top two buttons of his shirts unbuttoned was something you always found yourself drawn towards. Findinding your cheek pressed against it, hearing his breath and heart beating.

“You said it all so easily.” You whisper.

“I had to lie.” Ari explains, his hand cupping your face, trying to get you to look at him.

The wet tears gracing his skin breaking everything within him.

“Bear?” Your voice is low, sleep ridden.

He looks up from his files to you. You’re standing in the doorway of his office.

“Metuka? Why are you awake, is everything alright?” Pushing the chair back he stands, motioning for you to come closer.

“Bad dream…” you say, making your way to his open arms.

“Wanna talk about it?” Ari wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You shake your head, wanting to dismiss the dream. It still gnaws at you.

“You won’t, you won’t lie to me right?” You whisper the question.

Ari’s brows furrow, “I’d never—,”

“About the way you feel, you won’t lie right? Saying that you have feelings for me when you actually don’t? If, if you just want sex then we can, you don’t have to lie to wait—,”

“Metuka.” The pain in that one word makes you pause.

Ari steps back, hands not leaving your face.

“I want everything with you okay? I don’t care how long I need to wait. I want you to be comfortable. I know I don’t express myself enough but please know I will never lie to coerce you into bed.” His blue eyes gaze into your own. Slowly you move closer to him again.

Closing the distance between the two of you. Ari’s hands move to your hips, aiding you in reaching up to him. He bends down, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. A promise.

When your lips part, as you breathe in you contemplate telling him.

“You can tell me what is on your mind.” His thumb strokes your cheek.

“Previous, previous partners have said sweet words and declarations of emotions… just to get into bed and then they leave.” You tell him.

“Give me the names.” He says so casually.

“Ari you aren’t going all Mafia Boss on them.” You warn him.

“They disrespected you, Metuka, they hurt you. Those who hurt you should not get a second chance at life.” He declares.

There is a pause, “Was your dream about me hurting you?” He hesitates in wanting to know, a fear so deeply ingrained.

You nod.

“I wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt you, please know that. I may have to lie or keep some truths half hidden, to protect you from the world I am a part of, I don’t want that tainting you.” Ari admits his worries, your arms wrap around him.

He seeks refuge in your warmth.

“I cannot have people use you or hurt you just to get back at me, for things I’ve done.” He continues, “I don’t want you to be caught in the crossfire and I will make sure of it that you don’t ever get hurt.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says again, you grab at his coat lapels, “I’m going to find who leaked our location—,”

“Ari, it hurts.” You finally register the wound on your forearm, looking at it you frown.

Then you look down at Ari’s sleeve, his jacket half off, the sleeve of his shirt torn to make a makeshift bandage for your wound. You stare up at him.

“Metuka, we’ll talk about everything at home. Can you stand?” He watches over you, the protectiveness within him brimming over.

You wince moving your leg forward.

“Alright, I’m carrying you.” Ari decides, shifting to your side and in a blink you’re in his arms.

“Boss.” Lloyd interrupts his step towards the door.

“Close your eyes.” He whispers softly to you, you bury your head against his chest. Closing your eyes. Breathing in his scent.

You feel Ari turn, “Keep him alive. I want answers, then I’ll take care of it. Metuka isn’t to be messed with, ever.” There is a dark edge to his voice, a judgement veiled between words.

Lloyd hums, “Alright, can I be creative with the keeping alive process?”

You don’t hear Ari’s reply, just feel him beginning to move again.

The distant yell has you know what his reply was to Lloyd.

Ari doesn’t take you to your apartment, you’re driven up to his estate. The first time you had seen his home post the lunch he took you to for your first date you joked if he was a mafia drug lord.

You giggle remembering his expression. Ari smiles when he hears the melodic sound. Nerves easing.

“What’s making you laugh?” He smiles as you meet his gaze with a smile. The dim lighting of the car did not dull the soft shine in his loving gaze.

“Just your face, when I asked if you’re a mafia drug lord when you brought me here for the first time.” You laugh again, he squeezes your side playfully.

“I was so scared you’d go running to the hills when I told you.” He admits. His free hand softly traces your left hand. Never over the scars just bordering around them.

“I wouldn’t, I mean, shady things yeah, but you aren’t in the whole drug thing so…” you trail off, the house comes into view.

“Come, I’ve got a medic on call.” Ari holds you protectively yet again.

“I think I can walk—,” you keep quiet at the look he gives you.

The medic is a sweet woman, she tends to your wounds, the cut isn’t deep for stitches, just a dressing. Her eyes linger on your scarred forearm, she doesn’t broach. You’re thankful for that.

The other scarpes littered over your form are checked and cleaned.

Ari enters the room, holding your favourite blue shirt of his and a pair of leggings you left here. He places them then moves to stand outside the room, waiting for you to change.

“I want to tell you about, about the scars.” You tell him, his face ashen as he turns.

“I, I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention.” He doesn’t know what he should say, you shake your head.

“I hid them, I, I’m about three months clean now. I wanted them healed before you saw, didn’t want you to think I’m broken.” You quietly admit the last part.

“Metuka, I could never.” Ari gently grasps your hands, “You aren’t broken, this, this is hard, I just want to support you. The way you need. I don’t want you doing this to yourself ever again, but I know it’s easier said than done. I’m proud of you for being clean for three months. So immensely proud.” He peppers kisses all over your face, his beard tickling you laugh.

“You never have to hide any part of you from me.” Ari grasps your chin gently, tilting your head back, “I love you. Every part, even the ones you may keep hidden away from me.”

You stare up at him, the little flecks in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. Your chest tightens.

“Ari.” You remember to breathe.

“I love you.” He affirms again.

“Ari.” His name breaks as your voice does, “Ari, I love you too.”

“Metuka.” His own voice grows heavy with emotion, “No one is in my heart but you, no one holds my heart but you.”

Your hands move from his chest, up his neck, one cups his face the other runs through his hair. He sighs, basking in the warmth of your touch.

You reach up, gently tugging him downward. Ari complies with your wish.

Your lips meet, his hand moves over your back, towards your neck. His lips slightly chapped, bitten in worry, the lingering hint of smoke and the drink he probably took. His tongue moves over your bottom lip, parting your lips.

Your groan has him push himself closer to you. Your legs around his waist, Ari nips at your bottom lip coaxing another whimper from you. Your fingers tug upon his hair, a deep growl rumbles within his chest.

You can feel his hardening length against your core, you gasp when his hips move against you.

“A-ari,” his lips move along your jaw, nipping and humming at the taste of your skin.

Your clit pulses as he sucks upon the spot beneath your ear.

“I feel so content.” He hums, tugging on your earlobe, “Having you back in my arms.” His beard brushes over the spot he just etched his mark onto.

You keen as his bulge twists the fabric of your panties over your clit. Pleasure sparks across your spine.

“Mine, just as I am yours.” Ari says, biting down on your collar bone. His large form encases you. His lips on every inch of your exposed skin, the little gown coming off, your nipples harden brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

“Fuck,” you tug on the shirt, he shifts back letting you undo the buttons, his own large hands moving over your sides, eyes darkening.

“You sure you want this, Metuka?” Ari hisses when your nails scrape over his chest, your lips tracing over his sternum, making way to his nipple tugging on it, his grip tightens on your thighs.

“I want you, Ari. How much ever you’re willing to give me.” Your lips trace over his neck, to his jaw, then his lips. Hands moving to his pants, he aids you in undoing them.

His length twitches in your palm, you moan softly feeling the familiar vein on the underside as you trace his length. Ari groans as your thumb circles over his tip collecting the precum and bringing it to your lips.

Fingers hooking around the band, you raise your hips, Ari gets rid of your panties, discarding them to the side, you shiver as the cool air greets your wet folds.

Warm fingers have you arch, grinding against them.

He brings his soaked fingers toward his mouth. You moan when his eyes close as he hums at your taste appreciatively.

“Ari, please.” You plead, he chuckles.

“Impatient little sweet girl.” He teases, parting your thighs further, hooking them around his waist, his tip moves against your folds, you want to sigh at the relief of being so close to feeling him.

It turns into a moan melding with his own groan as your walls take his girth in, chest rising and falling, Ari sinks into you inch by delicious inch. The burning stretch dulling into pleasure as his thumb draws circles onto your clit.

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” you choke on your words, his his flush against yours, your walls pulse around him. His lust blown eyes on your pussy.

“She takes me so well, fuck baby, look at you.” He gazes into your eyes, slowly pulling out halfway then sinking into you again. And again.

Your jaw slack, he shifts slightly, tip brushing over the spot that has you shuddering in his hold. Ari pushes you down, the angle making him go deeper, your back arched. The sound of skin slapping as his pace becomes relentless.

“Squeezing me so good, don’t want to let your cock go do you, Metuka?” His mouth latches to your taut nipple, your hand grabs at his hair tugging harshly lips only know to say his name—oh god, oh god, oh god.

You feel the pleasure build slowly then all at once he has you dancing along the edge. Your legs wrap around him tighter, not letting him go too far. His large hands squeeze at your hips, mouth latching onto the other nipple. His happy trail, rubs against your clit, sending you over.

You cum with a cry of his name, the wet sloshing sounds only increase as you gush around him. His pace doesn’t relent, pushing you further down, he hovers above you. Your leg now over his shoulder.

His hand wrapped around your throat, stroking over the sweat sheened skin.

“So pretty this way, one more baby, one more before I fill you up. One more,” he coaxes, you feel him move impossibly deeper. Tip hitting your cervix stars cloud your vision.

Can’t, I can’t, you think, “Ari,”

“You can and you will.” He growls, pinching your clit you shudder yet again, the pleasure begins to climb, taking over you nerve by nerve.

“Look at you, so pretty, taking all of me so well, I belong to you my sweetness, all of me, yours, yours to love, yours to hold, yours to claim, yours to fuck.” Ari swears as he feels your walls spasm, your nails dig into his forearms you shudder in his grasp as your orgasm triggers his own.

Ari moans your name, spilling into you, claiming your walls with his seed. He continues to thrust allowing you both to ride out your orgasms, he watches the mix of the two of you coat a ring at the base of his length.

“I’m not done with you, Metuka.” He says, softly kissing your forehead.

You look at him through glassy eyes, aftershocks lingering through you.

He slowly pulls out, you whimper, then moan when his lips move along your inner thighs, blowing softly over your clit.

“Ari—,” Your whine cut off when his mouth latches to your cunt. The way his eyes glaze and roll back at your taste, the moan that presses against your folds and clit. You cry out for more of him.

“I told you I’m not done. Have to have a taste of my pretty pussy.” Is all he says, beard gleaming with your arousal, before his lips latch around your clit again.

-x-

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂… 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, oral sex, sex, stalker behaviour, breeding kink, maybe a bad pun?, human reader, santa male, reader may be a bit of a whore, but I can't blame her, slight angst, slight fluff, maybe a bit of kidnapping? (but, like... what's really considered kidnapping? especially if it's by ari)

18+ only please, christmas present for you all but mostly for @royalsweetteaa, the gif and header aren't mine. merry christmas!🎅🏻

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You scurry around the kitchen, whipping yourself up a hot chocolate. The past few weeks have been… Interesting, to say the least, from having the cutest little men accompany you to a giant monstrous man devouring you. Your mind was fuzzy, wondering if you’ll ever see them again. Grabbing your drink, you slowly make your way to your lounge room, prepared to watch one of your favourite Christmas movies.

Your mind is too focused on not spilling your drink that you don’t notice the older man sitting in your chair. His legs spread, thighs and bulge straining against his red pants. Darkened blue eyes glare at your small form as you walk in his direction. Ari’s hand lifts to his thick greying beard, wondering if you will ever look up. Not that he will complain if you sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas. “I never expected your favourite Christmas movie to be How The Grinch Stole Christmas” A charming grin makes its way onto Ari’s face when he watches you jump slightly. Your head snaps up, and you stare at him with wide eyes. Your grip is tightly wrapped around your cup, ensuring the liquid doesn’t spill.

Your eyes take in his tight red and white outfit, subconsciously licking your lips as your eyes trail down his body, loving how it fits his form perfectly. Your brows furrow as the pieces begin to fit together, the outfit, the greying beard, the red hat with a white pom pom on top. Your eyes slowly move back up his body before connecting with his blue ones. “You’re Santa?” You slowly place your drink down, becoming curious about the man you swear you’ve seen before.

Ari chuckles, leaning back into the chair. “Mmhm, and you’re my little hoe… hoe… hoe.” His joyous chuckle fills the room at his pun, and you giggle as well, feeling your heart warm at the sound of his laugh. A small smile takes place on Ari’s face as the laughter dies down, and his large veiny hand pats his thigh. “Come sit and tell Santa what you want for Christmas.” Ari watches you hesitate, worrying your lip as you think. “Unless you want to be named Naughty.” Slowly he moves to stand, but a loud humph escapes him when you land roughly onto his lap.

You look up at Ari, eyes slightly fluttering as his warmth seeps into you. A calming feeling washes over you as you take in his scent. The smell of Christmas fills your nose, warming your insides. “Now, what’s a little girl like you want for Christmas? I mean… It shouldn’t be a lot seeing as you’ve had my elves and even the big bad Grinch.” Ari’s grip tightens on you.

Your cheeks turn rosy pink, and you stare at him with wide eyes, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to think of an explanation. “I can explain… I… They…” Your brows furrow as you begin to pout, not knowing what to say.

Ari grins as he watches you struggle, pulling your small body closer to his larger form. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Now, what do you want for Christmas?” Ari rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes slowly closing as he takes in your sweet scent, humming as he waits for a response. Ari can feel you begin to squirm against his throbbing member, holding back his groan as you continue. His thumb rubs the exposed skin on your hip, “hmm? I am Santa. I can get you anything your heart desires. All you have to do is tell me.”

You relax into his body, feeling anxious about what you really want. “I… I want to be loved… and not just for one night but for eternity.” Both you and Ari can feel your heart speed up, how your breath hitches after you’ve spoken of what you truly desire. “B–But… If that’s too hard, I would like a pet. Nothing too big, maybe just something small.”

Ari’s breath against your neck sends shivers down your body, “I think I can do both, but only for you.” He spins you around in his lap, causing you to face him. “But, for the first one. You do have to give yourself over to me. It’s the only way it’ll work.” Ari stares at you with his big blue eyes, his gaze flickering down to your plump lips as a soft smile spreads across your face, your head nodding rapidly.

“I’ll do anything!” Tears are brought to your eyes as you think of finally getting your wish. No longer will you be alone or unwanted. You give Ari a bright smile when he grins at you, his hand coming up and resting on your cheek while his thumb strokes it. Subconsciously grinding down onto the large bulge in his pants, feeling the pool of slick building between your legs.

“Anything?” You nod again. Ari smirks at how eager you are. “Will you keep Santa warm even after I’m done breeding you?” The nod you give sends shocks of pleasure straight to his thickening cock, the member nearly breaking through the material as he hardens. Ari lifts you slightly, pulling his cock free before settling you back onto his lap. A grunt leaves him when your soaked core touches him, “Aren’t you a naughty girl, wearing nothing underneath this whole time while sitting on a stranger’s lap? You were expecting this, weren’t you?” The shy look you give him answers his questions.

Biting your lip, you slowly begin to rub yourself against him. Soaking Ari’s giant cock, soft moans escape you when his thick mushroom tip hits your swollen clit. “Please, Santa! I’ve been a good girl!” A scream falls from your lips when Ari thrusts himself deep inside, not giving you any time to adjust as he grips your hips and fucks you down onto his cock. Your head falls back, eyes rolling to the back, mouth hanging open. “F–Feels good! So good! Please!”

Ari growls, his eyes fluttering as he feels your juices soak his pants. His hips thrust rapidly, hitting your sweet spot perfectly as his heavy sacks tighten. “Good fucking girl! You’re so fucking tight!” Quickly standing, Ari continues to fuck into you as he lies you down on the couch. His large form covers you as he pounds deep inside your tight little hole. The girth of his cock stretches you perfectly. “You feel so good, darling! You’ll forever be mine once I fill you up!” Ari buries his face into your neck, planting kisses and marks along your flesh. His grunts and your moans fill the room, and the feel of your walls fluttering around him causes Ari to bite down on your neck before he grunts into your ear. “You’re going to carry my children! Walking around the North Pole, swollen and glowing!”

“Everyone!” thrust “will!” thrust “know!” thrust “your!” thrust “MINE!!” With a rawr, Ari’s hips stutter roughly into you, his balls tightening, and his chest heaves as he cums deep inside your cunt. Spurts of warm white cum shoot out of his swollen tip, overfilling your womb. He continues to thrust until your back arches, walls squeezing and milking his throbbing member as your orgasm hits hard, your sweet juices squirting out of you and soaking his uniform. Ari falls onto you, trying to catch his breath as you wrap your tiny arms around his muscular body. He pulls back and looks deep into your eyes with a dazed smile. “You’re my good girl, understand?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” He slowly pulls out of you before moving down your exhausted body, opening your legs so that he can see his cum leak out. He groans, his thick fingers moving closer to your quivering hole and pushing it back inside. He leans forward and takes your swollen clit between his lips, beginning to suck. His fingers thrust and curl as he laps at your cute little button. “Santa! Oh! Fuck!” A slap fills the room, and your back arches as pain and pleasure shoot through your cunt and up your spine.

“Bad girl! No swearing!” He growls into your cunt, burying his face deep into your sweet honey pot. “You taste so fucking sweet! I get why my elves and The Grinch are so fucking obsessed!” His tongue and fingers move fast against your sweet cunt, and the groans that leave his lips add extra vibrations to his movements, causing pornographic screams to escape you. When Ari curls his fingers into the correct spot, black spots cover your vision as your back arches, your eyes roll back, and your juices squirt out of you and directly into Ari’s mouth. He groans as he drinks your sweetness up, not missing a spot.

Ari pulls back, sitting on his legs as he looks at you. His greying beard is covered in your juices, and his hat has fallen off, causing his long hair to stick to his sweaty forehead. His darkened eyes peer down at your blacked-out form, a smirk making its way onto his face as he glances down at your puffy red pussy. Standing, Ari fixes his uniform, tucking his cock back in and snapping his fingers, causing himself to look as good as new before he looks around the room. With a wave of his hand, everything in your house disappears. Ari leans down, picking you up bridal style before disappearing back to the North Pole. As you both appear in his bedroom, he lays you down onto his soft, red and green silk sheets and glances down at you with a soft smile. “I can’t wait for you to be full with my children.” Ari gently kisses your forehead, and his hand comes up and strokes your cheek. “Welcome home, Mrs Claus.”

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Sinday whoring hours. Hate sex with someone

4. You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

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Dark alleyway, wind howling. It was a dark night, a windy summer night. The kind of night for trouble.

And there was trouble, trouble behind you, the wet slap of thighs together as he thrust into your cunt. A hand cupped your throat, the other keeping you in place.

You were a good girl, always a good girl, but with each thrust, you gasped. Your innocence was leaving as you found yourself entangled in his carnal trap. Then that other hand found the button of nerves that you only glancingly touched when you were by yourself. You moaned wordless sounds as your pussy squeezed his cock harder.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught,” was hissed into your ear. “What would your family think if they knew you were getting fucked in the alley behind your house.”

“I don’t care,” you sobbed as you felt that high, better and stronger than the ones you gave yourself before.

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My favorite CE characters + how they became cat lovers. Part 2. Here's part one, but you don't have to read it to understand this post.

warnings: fluff. soft lloyd hansen.

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy this! please let me know what you think!

Andy Barber;

Andy's always been a little bit of an animal lover. But it isn't until after he gifts you a cute little orange and white kitten for your 1 year anniversary that he notices that he's actually a cat lover.

"Happy Anniversary, sweetheart." He greets with a smile. A small red bow is tied loosely around the kitten's neck.

You can't help but let out a small gasp, followed by a big smile gracing your lips. "Andy, you shouldn't have!" You giggle, taking the kitten from his arms, softly and carefully cradling it in your hands.

It doesn't take long for you and Andy to pick out a name for it.

The little cutie is always following you around the house, even when the two of you are eating.

Andy and you are extra careful with the foods you have out ever since the cat took a small bite of Andy's mashed potatoes.

The two of you laugh every time you remember the memory but, you're still careful to not set anything out that might be poisonous.

And there's that time where you two were in bed, Andy's hands roaming over your body, sliding up under the fabric of your shirt when you hear a small little meow, followed by the prickly feeling of it's whiskers tickling your arm.

You pull away, laughing softly against his lips before getting up and picking up the kitten, placing a soft kiss on its head before letting it out of the bedroom.

Ari Levinson;

Ari is another one where I think he's always been a cat lover. He's just never really had the chance to ever own one.

When he was younger, he grew up feeding the stray cats around his block. Especially in the spring and the winter.

Now that he lives near the beach though, he doesn't get to do it as much.

Every so often before he met you, he'd go to the pet store and look at the kittens, reminiscing about his childhood, hoping that one day he'll eventually get to own one. It's been a dream of his ever since he was a kid.

And one day as he comes home from the beach, it isn't until he's halfway home that he notices this beautiful stray tabby that's following him.

And at first, he thinks nothing of it. But when he eventually reaches his house, he looks back again, a small grin on his features as he notices that the cat is still following him. So he bends down to pick it up and it immediately starts purring as he carries it inside.

I feel like Ari would be the type to let the cat be an indoor/outdoor cat. He's hesitant the first time he sees it begging to go outside but, he caves in. Saying no to you or cats has never been his strong suit.

And he's definitely going to take extra precautions, like giving it a collar with a bell and a tag, just in case it ever does get lost.

Whenever Ari and you have picnics on the beach, the little cat is always begging you both for food whenever you pull out the ice cream or tuna sandwiches.

Lloyd is definitely like that Dad or Grandpa that says he hates cats and then after five seconds after holding one is complete mush.

At first he isn't too happy that you brought home the cat. He's grumbling under his breath all cranky and grumpy.

But then you plop the little kitten into his hands, making an excuse to go to the bathroom or you go to your shared bedroom for just a few moments.

And then a few minutes later as you walk in, Lloyd's expression is all soft, his blue eyes looking down at it with pure love and adoration. The kitten now laying on top of his chest as he sits in his chair, carefully petting it's back as if it's the most delicate thing in the word.

A few days later you tease him about it, taunting and urging him to admit he's fallen in love with the cat. He rolls his eyes at your teasing but deep down he doesn't mind and he knows you're right. But, he's not going to admit it just yet.

A few weeks later Lloyd and you finally decide on a name for it and he decides to call her, Machete. At first, you're against it but you finally cave when you see how proud and happy he is. And when you think about it, it does make sense when you remember about Lloyd's love for knives that he'd name your new pet after a weapon.

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bubblessunshinehoney · 2 years

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day 20- Mirror sex with Ari Levinson

738 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTION

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A/N: Okay, let's get into this fic. I love to write for Ari more and more. This time, i wanted to have a curvy!reader. And i wanted for him to worship reader. Hopefully you will like it!

Enjoy

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TW: mirror sex, a bit of angst, so little that we pass fast above it. Fingering, p in v. Ari levinson is the biggest menace.

You came back from a shopping trip with some friends. You didn’t find anything. Nothing fitting you, making you feel fat, ugly and…sad.

You look at yourself in the mirror, sighing, wiping your cheeks.

“Sweeeets, I’m hooome, where are-“, Ari sees you in the mirror and he walks fast to you, holding your face. “What happened, who hurt you?”

You giggle sadly. “The clothes…” He arches a brow.

“The clothes?”, you nod. “nothing fit, I’m fat, ugly…and all my friends are fit, pretty”

Ari kisses your hard. “Don’t ever say that again”. He rounds you so he’s behind you and you face the mirror, you close your eyes, more tears coming.

“I want you to look at me, while I worship your body. I want you to look into this mirror so you can see, what I see. You’re beautiful, amazing, your friends are flat and without colours. You are a rainbow, sweetheart. You make my hearts sweal and my cock hard.”

You open your eyes and looks at his face, not your body. When his hands start to explore your body, you shiver.

His face makes you wonder why you hate your body. His eyes scan you body and he licks his lips, the way he always do when he’s about to eat you out for dear life.

“Can’t you see how much your body is… wonderful. How much every part of you sings for me, how much my body answers to it? You’re my mermaid. And I don’t care that I’m under your spell, I love to be under your spell.” He cups your breasts, the nipple perk. “Love to make you sing for me.” He kisses your neck and the crook of your jaw. He leaves you but come back with a chair, he sits, and that’s when you realise his naked to now. He sits you on his lap and you feel him.

“Do you realise that my cock comes alive the moment I see you?”, you moan at his words. He spreads you open and rubs your folds, kissing your neck and shoulder. “You’re gorgeous. Your body is beautiful. Your heart and your soul are pure… you deserve to realise that makes you the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

You sob, feeling stupid to let your voices win. Then you gasp, because he plays with your clit with his right hand and plays with your nipple with the left.

“I want you to look at you. Look at your body, feel your body against mine.”

“Ari…” you whimper.

“What?” he murmurs in your ear with his deepest voice.

You rock against his cock.

“Eager, but if I put my dick inside your tight pussy…my lesson won’t stay in your little head. You all but not think…oh I see what you’re doing missy.”, he chuckles and bites your neck softly. “No today, it’s about you, I’ll give you my fingers and only my cock when I hear you say that you’re beautiful… and don’t rush, I know when you’re lying.”

It’s your second orgasm now, you can’t take your eyes of the mirror. You can’t stop looking at your face and how your body moves under Ari ministrations. You turn your face slightly to burry it in his beard, to breath him in.

“Do you see it now?”, he asks.

You nod faintly, your hips rocking to push his fingers deeper.

“Look at you and tell me.”, he orders.

You turn your face, look at you directly in the eyes in the mirror. “I am beautiful.”

“Good girl”, Ari growls. He quickly lifts you and buries his cock in your tight channel. You moan loudly at the intrusion and cum hard, your breath short. Ari pants and groans in your ear.

“I thought I would have open you by now. But I guess your pussy loves to stay tight for me, such a good girl.” You clench and you head lolls back.

“Now we are gonna stay like this and you’re gonna repeat after me. I’m beautiful, my body is gorgeous. My heart and soul are pure.”

You whimper and moan at the same time, your brain to fucked out.

“I’m gonna say it for you while I fuck you.”

And he does just that, thrusting inside you, lifting you like you weight nothing and keeps saying that you’re beautiful, gorgeous, and pure.

By the end of the night, you believe it.

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