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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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Ari's showing up to your practice to beg you to come with him. And he'll do anything to convince you.

"Come for me, baby," Ari whispers, sucking hard on your clit. You arch off the table, gripping the crinkly paper on it, "I think you need to give me one more. Be a good girl and say yes."

MINAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME LIKE THIS.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), fingering, hint at edging, hint at squirting, praise - if I missed any let me know.

Not beta read, all mistakes are my own. Around 450 words.

By clicking keep reading, you agree to be 18 years or older!!

“Yes, please.” Pleas fell from your lips, wanting the agony of the edging torture to be over.

“Good girl.” He praised, scissoring his fingers inside your walls. His lips barely having left your clit, the whisper adding to the sensational built of the coil in your stomach.

Ari’s surprise visits always were of an inconvenience and you probably had agreed to something stupid once again. Past visits had included joining a cooking class, skydiving, tantric couple massages, paintball with his friends (with you running around as the target) and pottery classes.

Your back arched of the table and your head dropped back. Both of your hands nestled on top of his head. Your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair with each delightful suck and lick.

His tongue teasing your pussy while his fingers actively pumped and curled inside you. The tip of his nose nudged your clit with a steady rhythm. If Ari Levinson knew one thing in life, it was how to pleasure a woman and make her see stars in every known universe.

The tremble of your legs starting as he kept building up your orgasm. A layered complexity, but one he had precisely measured and was in full control off. Your body reacted to him like it was his own. A blessing and a curse.

“So good.” You panted, “so close.”

A spur on to keep Ari going and letting him know you were almost there. With a flick of his wrist, he rubbed your clit while curling his large fingers inside you. Hovering over your squirming body, pushing down on your lower belly with his free hand.

He loved watching you break for him, around his cock or around his fingers. There was no preference to him as long as you gave him what he wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes. It will always be yes.” You screamed out, cumming all over his hand. Soaking the crinkled paper as he worked hard to extract every last drop from you. Working you through your high as your muscles relaxed again from the intensity.

“You better be home at 17:00 future Mrs. Levinson. Or I’ll be forced to have you agree to another wish of mine.” Ari smiled down at you, kissing your lips and sliding fingers out of your cunt.

“Wait. What?” You hoisted yourself onto your elbows.

“I’ll see you later, future Mrs. Levinson. So we can continue practicing the cervical exam for our honeymoon.” He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, quickly glancing into the mirror before giving you a wink and walking out.

“Did I just agree to getting married?” Dumbfounded you let yourself fall back on to the table, just laying there for a second staring at the ceiling. When you slowly started to smile.

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theycallmebecca · 11 months

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Can I request either Ari or Chris jealousy prompt “do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it’s because - y’know what, never mind”

Hey nonny! Thanks for this fantastic prompt! I wrote most of this the other day and I had another ending in mind.. but it just wasn't working with me... but oh well.

This Memorial Day weekend, I’m accepting prompts. The information (and links to stories written for it) are in this post.

Title: Secrets of the Heart

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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Women love Ari.

Ari loves women.

You love Ari.

Ari loves you like a best friend.

You sigh into your drink as another woman stops Ari on his way back to your table. You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the same routine they all do when they see him in a bar.

She’ll touch his arm.

He’ll flex his biceps.

She’ll giggle and coo over his “big strong muscles”.

He’ll give her a panty melting smile.

She’ll give him her number.

He’ll pocket the number and promise to call her.

She’ll go back to her friends, who will all giggle and steal glances at him.

He’ll come back to your table and drop into his seat like nothing has happened.

“What’s that face about?” he asks, picking up his beer and taking a swig of it.

“Just thinking,” you lie as you adjust your expression. He doesn’t know you’re in love with him and it’s better that way. Afterall, you are the opposite of his type, judging by the women he’s gone out with.

“Sounds serious,” he says, leaning forward. Then, because he doesn’t have a serious bone in his body, adds, “Tell Ari what’s troubling you.”

“I’m on my period and I have cramps,” you say, knowing that will make him uncomfortable. “So I’ve decided to go home.”

He cringes at the womanly stuff, but his expression turns to a frown when you say you’re leaving. “You haven’t finished your beer,” he says.

“I don’t need the calories,” you state as you stand up. “I ordered an Uber so you can stay and -” You motion in the general direction of the woman he was flirting with. “- do whatever.”

You don’t wait for him to respond as you cross the bar as quickly as you can. You have no intention on going straight home, instead, you plan to walk the two blocks to the ice cream parlor where you’ll get your favorite ice cream and eat it while you wait for the Uber to pick you up.

It’s still early in the evening, so you aren’t alone on the street as you walk to your next destination lost in thought. You know breaking ties with Ari would make your life a little easier, but the thought of not having him in your life is more heartbreaking than watching him flirt with nameless women in front of you.

You’re waiting for the light to change around the corner from the ice cream shop when an all to familiar voice says, “I thought you said you ordered an Uber.”

Spinning around, you stare at Ari in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you,” he counters, pulling you out of the way as another group of people walk past.

One of the women in the group stops and looks at his hand on your arm before looking at you. “Are you ok?” she asks.

Ari smartly let’s go and takes a step back, but you nod and assure the woman that you’re fine.

She glares at him and then takes his picture of the two of you with her phone. “Just in case,” she says then she walks away.

Ari curses under his breath before turning to you. “Why are you acting like this?” he asks, his tone calmer, likely to avoid anyone else stopping.

“Why are you following me?” you counter. “I told you I was leaving so you could go home with that wannabe model.”

Ari lets out a satisfied noise. “And there it is,” he says in a sarcastic tone. “The real reason you left the bar.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you demand.

“You always do this,” he says, throwing his hands up. “It’s Thursday, our night. Yeah, I flirted with her, but I wasn’t going to ditch you for her. I don’t even know her.”

You roll your eyes. Not knowing a woman has never stopped him from taking her home.

“You know what, fine,” Ari says. “Leave. Go home. I’ll see you later.”

“Do you ever ask why I get this way?” you call after his retreating back, the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop them.

He pauses and turns to look at you, his face unreadable.

“Maybe it’s because -” His eyes roll, obviously expecting another dumb excuse and you get control of your tongue. “- y’know what, never mind, fuck you, Ari Levinson.”

Taking advantage of the green light, you race across the street, embarrassed that you almost spilled your secret to that asshole.

A series of honks makes you turn and you see Ari running across the street, traffic lights be damned.

“Because why, damn it?” he demands once he reaches you. “I fucking need to know.”

“Ari, please, don’t,” you beg softly. “I -”

“Because I can tell you why I go home with those wannabe models,” he says. “Because I can’t be with the one person I want to be with.” He tilts your chin so he can look you in the eye. “You.”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him. “What?” Your brain is too stunned to say anything more.

“It’s always been you,” he says. “Just you. Perfect you.”

“But I’m not your type,” you state.

“You are my type,” he argues. “I only date the wannabes because they don’t look like you, don’t act like you… because they aren’t you. If I can’t have you, I don’t want a substitute. For the longest time, I’ve just been your best friend and I accepted that fact. But I want more, I need more. I want you, all of you.”

“You do?”

“I do,” he whispers. “But the question now is, do you?”

“Yes,” you say, on the verge of tears. “Ari, yes, always.”

“Thank fuck,” he says before he pushes you up against the brick wall of the closest building and kisses you, ignoring the cat calls and the ‘get a room’ comments from people passing you on the street.

That first kiss is better than you ever imagined it would be. The second kiss is even better than the first.

Pulling away, Ari rests his forehead against yours and says, “How about we get some ice cream then go back to your place. I think the rest of this conversation would be better in private.”

"Yes," you reply, looking down at your hand that clasped in his. "Ari."

His eyes meet yours in question.

"I love you," you say, needing him to know the full extent of your feelings for him.

"I love you, too," he replies.

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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Chris Evans Characters Masterlist ☆

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

main

♡ = smut

lloyd hansen

steve rogers

in charcoal, in pain ♡ - stepdad!lloyd, dubcon

pain ♡ - anal dubcon

la petite mort ♡ - bondage with dom!steve

set a flame ♡ - 3some with prince!bucky, royalty au

sunbathing - steve’s on a mission to find bucky when he, literally, stumbles on you (drabble game)

jake jensen

quickie ♡ - jake only has a few minutes with you before he has to get back to business

husband material - a rainy day in with jake

ari levinson

make it my problem - angst, hurt/comfort (drabble)

andy barber

too hot for this ♡ - facetime sex with andy

conjugal visits ♡ - somno, office sex

curtis everett

open up ♡ - 3some with thor for 3k/35 birthday celebration

strawberries & cream ♡ - your first date with curtis has a rocky start. for birdie’s birthday bash

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starryevermore · 2 years

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the road to the altar: the big day ✧ ari levinson

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | pinterest board | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

summary: you and ari say “i do”.

word count: 2,338

warnings?: tooth-rotting fluff, pet name (sweetpea)

Countdown to the Big Day: Zero Days

If you thought you were nervous at your final dress fitting, it had nothing on what you were experiencing at this very moment. Everything was a flurry around you as the makeup artist swiped eyeshadow across your lids, the hair stylist fixing your hair. Somewhere behind you, Yelena was complaining about the lack of snacks in the room while Sarah tried to wrangle the Liam, AJ, and Cass, who were trying to avoid putting on their tuxes. Nat was off somewhere, telling one of the photographers all the things you and Ari wanted to get shots of before people started arriving and messing with the decorations. Another photographer was in the room, capturing the moments of you getting ready.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, almost startled by the change. You wore makeup regularly, sure, but bridal makeup? The woman who stared back in the mirror looked like you, but different. Almost regal. Some sort of ethereal quality about her.

“You must got some sort of magic in that eyeshadow palette,” you told the makeup artist.

��Don’t need magic when the subject is so beautiful already,” she said, grabbing the bottle of setting spray and uncapping it. “Shut your eyes for a second, okay?”

You obliged, feeling the mist of the spray coating your face. When you opened your eyes, she passed you a fan so you could dry your face while she grabbed the mascara. She’d said she liked to put the mascara on after the setting spray, something about it sticking better to people’s lashes. Plus, you were less likely to have to fix up runny mascara that way.

“Alright,” the hair stylist said, “does it look how you want?”

You looked back to the mirror, turning your head slightly to look at the different angles. “Could you pin down this section here? It looks like I’m going to get some flyaways at the first gust of wind.”

“Of course,” she said, grabbing a couple of bobby pins and securing the hair you were talking about.

“Oh my god! You look stunning!” Yelena said, finally abandoning her pursuit of snacks and looking over at you.

“Wait til you see her in her dress,” Sarah said, re-entering the room after getting the boys to the room Ari, Sam, and Bucky were getting ready in.

“Y’all flatter me,” you said. The makeup artist started applying your mascara. “How are the guys holding up?”

“I put Bucky in charge of getting the kiddos in their tuxes,” Sarah said. “Ari looked really excited. Kept asking how you were doing.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Said he was ready to do the first look as soon as you were.”

A first look—it had been something Sarah and Bucky did at their wedding. Instead of waiting to see each other when you were walking down the aisle, the two of you would see each other before the ceremony actually started. It let you get all the emotional jitters out early, giving time to do any makeup touch-ups if you cried a little too hard. Plus the pictures you could get? Oh, it was wonderful. And you couldn’t wait to do it.

Once your makeup and hair were officially finished, you got out of the chair and Sarah brought your dress over. You shed the robe you were given, and the girls helped you into the dress. Nat laced up the back, you staring at the mirror, tears pricking at your eyes.

“You look amazing,” Nat said. “Sarah told me how pretty you looked in your dress, but nothing beats seeing it in person.”

“Ari might pass out when he sees you,” Yelena says.

You laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far. Maybe pretend to pass out.”

Your dress was truly beautiful. It was a champagne color, off the shoulder with big, puffy, bubble-like sleeves. It had a low back, and a pretty corset. You pictured yourself as the subject of a Renaissance painting. One of a goddess, lounged out in nature, the kind of painting that would be the bane of students’ existence as they had to analyze it over and over and over again. The kind of painting that someone would hang a print of in their home, marveling at its beauty. The kind of painting that was loved and beloved.

“Can I see Ari now?” You looked over at Sarah. “You said he was ready when I was, right?”

“I’ll get him down to the spot you were talking about, okay? Then you come down in a few minutes.”

Sarah disappeared from the room and, as you waited, you looked out the window, seeing her and Ari out in the garden. You smiled, admiring the way the tux fit him. Even from afar, he looked so handsome. You reached down, gathering some of your dress, Nat and Yelena gathering the rest, and made your way downstairs.

Ari’s back was to you when you got outside. Both of the photographers were there, too. One was behind you to catch Ari’s face, and the other was behind Ari to catch yours. Your heart thumped in your chest as you walked up to him, Ari bouncing on the balls of his feet as he was equally nervous. You reached your spot and Nat and Yelena let go of your dress, making it look nice and pretty before taking a few steps back.

Taking a deep breath, you reached over and tapped on Ari’s shoulder. Slowly, Ari turned, his baby blue eyes immediately filling with tears, his hand flying up to cover his mouth.

“You weren’t supposed to cry so soon! Now I’m gonna cry!” you said, already wiping away the tears spilling out of your own eyes.

Ari reached out, taking your face in his big hands, his thumbs swiping over your tears. “Oh, sweetpea, you look so beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful wife.”

“You look so handsome, too,” you said, leaning into one of his hands, sniffling. “You cleaned up your beard.”

“Debated on shaving it—”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t!” you said, adding a dramatic gasp. “You know how much I love your beard. Would feel like I was marrying another man if you shaved it off.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” Ari said. He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against yours. His breath fanned over your face as he asked, “Is it bad luck if I kiss you now?”

“I don’t know about bad luck, but I sure want you to kiss me now,” you said, your lips ghosting over his.

“Your wish is my command.”

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the love between Ari Levinson and Sweetpea—” Sam coughed, sending you a wink. “—excuse me, Y/N Y/L/N, and to join these two in matrimony. Ari and Sweetpea elected to write their vows, which they will exchange now. Ari?”

Ari looked to you, his eyes shining with tears again. He took your hands in his, running his thumbs over the tops of your hands. “Sweetpea,” he said, “you have made me the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. I’ve been alone for a long, long time. I used to think I’d always be alone. I’d accepted that. But that minute I saw you—the most beautiful woman in the world with the most adorable kid, standing right next to my bike…God, I just knew I wanted to be a part of your life. Didn’t matter what the capacity it was. I just wanted to be a part of it.”

“I didn’t make it easy for you.”

The crowd laughed, and Ari did, too. “No, you didn’t. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way. You were worth it. You were worth every second. Back when I thought I’d be alone forever, I was sure no one would ever love me. But being with you…Even before we started dating, I felt loved. Even before you knew it. Even when your heart was still guarded and you were scared to let me in. And I loved you, too. I always will. When you finally let your walls go down, when you let me love you and you let yourself love me…I swore I would make sure you knew that I would always be there for you. That, anything you wanted, I would provide. Because you made me the happiest man in the world, and all I ever wanted was to make you just as happy, if not happier. Sweetpea—Y/N Y/L/N, I can’t believe that this is the life that I’m now living, but I couldn’t be more grateful for it. I will always love you, through this life and whatever life comes next. I mean it.”

“Oh, Ari—”

“Ah, ah! No kissing until I say so!” Sam teased. “Sweetpea, would you like to say your vows?”

You nodded, sniffling. Behind you, Sarah handed you a tissue, which you took, wiping at your eyes. “Shoot, it’s hard to come after something as sweet as that, but I sure will try.” You looked at Ari, a smile curving across your lips. “Ari Levinson, you are the most amazing man I have ever met. Before I met you, I was sure I’d never love another man again. I didn’t really want to, if I was being honest. It had just been me and Liam for so many years. I got by with just me and him for that entire time. I was scared that if I let another man into my life that Liam or I or both would get attached, and then he would leave, and we’d both be worse off for it. I pushed out a lot of people because of it. But you…You always stayed. I gave every reason for you to run. I was cold, I was a tiny bit judgmental, it took me ages to finally let you even be a friend. But no matter how hard I pushed, you always stayed.”

“I always will.”

“I know, and I’ve never had someone love me like that. Someone who looked at me and decided that I was worth every bit of trouble I gave. And, God, that scared me even more. I was terrified that the second I let you in, you’d just decide I actually wasn’t worth all that and leave. And I really couldn’t handle that. But then you left town for a week for work, and I…hated every second you were gone. I hated being away from you. I didn’t realize how much I cared until you’d left, and I knew that I couldn’t keep doing things like that anymore. I couldn’t keep pushing you away. Not when I loved you. Letting you in was the second best thing that’s ever happened in my life.”

“The first being Liam?”

“The first being Liam. And I haven’t regretted this decision—except, perhaps, that I made you wait as long as I did. Because loving you, Ari…It’s indescribable. You don’t even have to give me anything, you don’t have to do anything beyond being yourself, and I would feel like I was crowned queen of the world. I never thought I’d love a man like this, but I’m so glad I did, and I’m so glad it’s you.”

Ari started to lean in, his hand reaching up to cup your face, but Sam immediately smacked it. “Nuh uh! We exchange rings and then I say when we do the kissing!”

Ari rolled his eyes dramatically, before turning around, and kneeling down to Liam’s height. “Got the rings, bub?”

Liam nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the tiny velvet bag they were being housed in. He opened the bag, and gave Ari the rings.

“Thanks, bub.”

“No problem, Dad,” Liam said, “but don’t make Mom cry like that again, okay?”

“Oh, it’s happy tears, baby!” you laughed.

“Hmm. Well, don’t make her cry that hard out of sadness.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Ari rose back up and turned around, handing you his ring and holding onto yours. “Ready, Sam.”

“Alright, Ari, please place the ring on Sweetpea’s finger and repeat after me.”

Ari placed the ring on your left ring finger. Sam said the words first, a sentence at a time, with Ari repeating, “The fitting of this ring with its unending circle symbolizes my everlasting love for you. The placing of this on your finger is the fulfillment of my dreams to have you as my friend, my love, my wife, to live as one forever. With this ring, I give you my heart. From this day forward, you shall not walk alone. My heart will be your shelter, and my arms will be your home.”

Sam turned to you, doing the same process as you placed the ring on Ari’s finger, you repeating, “The fitting of this ring with its unending circle symbolizes my everlasting love for you. The placing of this on your finger is the fulfillment of my dreams to have you as my friend, my love, my husband, to live as one forever. With this ring, I give you my heart. From this day forward, you shall not walk alone. My heart will be your shelter, and my arms will be your home.”

Sam grinned, finally saying, “By the power vested in me under the laws of the great state of Louisiana, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Sam looked over at Ari, nodding his head, saying, “Alright, go on, kiss her like you mean it.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Ari said. He took you in his arms, spinning you and dipping you, kissing you hard. “I love you, sweetpea,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too, lover boy,” you said.

“Think we can skip the reception and go straight to the honeymoon?”

“Are you kidding? I wanna eat the cake!”

“Fine, fine,” Ari said. “Cake, then honeymoon.”

“You’re rotten.”

“And you love me for it, Mrs. Levinson.”

“Damn right I do, Mr. Levinson.”

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Good With All Three

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only!, NSFW, Explicit Smut, I horny-watched this movie, so I horny-wrote this story, I make no apologies!, Never Have I Ever, Alcohol, Kissing, Ari’s Magnetizing Gaze, Hands, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink (for him), Multiple Orgasms

Summary: You and Ari play a late night game of Never Have I Ever and things get very hands-on very quickly.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Tags: @bullet-prooflove @skittle479 @letsby

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“Never have I ever had sex in public.” Ari’s prompt leaves his lips as they curl into a smirk, their rosy color masked by the green beer bottle he nearly empties as he leans back in his seat, patiently awaiting your answer.

His questions continue to grow bolder with each sip he takes, ranging from ‘never have I eaten an insect’ to ‘never have I kissed a man’, and now to this. His eyes linger on yours a little bit longer as he draws the last few drops from his bottle, almost as if he can read your thoughts as soon as they darken. He holds your gaze until it finally breaks, venturing down to the patch of chest hair peeking out through his loosely buttoned collar.

You try your best not to envision him shirtless as you finally relent and take a defeated sip of your beer, giving yourself away.

“No shit?” He grins from ear to ear, setting his bottle down before quickly running his hands through his auburn locks. “I’m surprised.”

“Oh, really? Like you haven’t?” Surely someone as confident and attractive as Ari has ended up in a similar situation with someone in the past.

He shakes his head, sitting back up in his seat. “Too risky.” He grasps onto his bottle, examining its empty contents with a regretful sigh. “Gotta keep a low profile.”

“That makes sense.” You pause and think back on your experience in a JC Penny fitting room with your college boyfriend, remembering it with less fondness than you care to admit. “Mine was a long time ago, anyways.” You spin the base of your bottle between your fingers as one last drink swishes around inside it. “Back before all this.”

“Was it fun, at least?” He leans forward with an elbow on the table, a strand of hair falling in front of his eyes as his bottle nearly touches yours. “The thrill of it?”

You shrug your shoulders. “A little. It wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be, though.” You pretend not to notice as his knuckles brush against yours.

“Really? Why not?” His eyes have you again, the dim lighting of your fake resort matching them with the light blue denim of his shirt.

“It was a confined space, and even when he didn’t have that as an excuse… like most guys with big dicks, he didn’t really know how to use it.”

Ari gawks at you with genuine surprise, his eyebrows jumping up into his hairline as they wrinkle his forehead. “Has that been your general experience, or just with him?”

“Mostly everyone. They tend to rely on it too much, you know? And they aren’t very good with their hands or mouths, either.” You consider going into more detail about your past lovers but decide against it, the way he’s looking at you right now suggests a desire for more than historical knowledge.

“That’s a real shame.” He leans in close to you, barely whispering as the top two buttons of his shirt openly reveal his perfectly sculpted chest. “Because I’m big, and I’m pretty good with all three.”

Jesus Christ. He just came out and said it, didn’t he?

You blink a few times to properly register his words, a newfound heat brewing in your belly as you try your best to form a coherent thought. “A little cocky, aren’t we?” You manage to tease, your body picking up on his signals before your brain has the time to talk yourself out of it.

“More than a little.” He bites his lip and touches your knee with his fingertips, his thumb sliding swiftly beneath it. He grins as you try to stifle a gasp, the sudden act of intimacy shocking your touch-starved skin to the core as he gently encases your knee with his palm. He watches intently as you allow him to touch you, silently granting him permission to continue onward as you spread your legs even further apart.

“You don’t think women have lied to spare your feelings just because you’re hot?” You swallow hard and try to focus on the conversation as his hand ventures even further up your thigh, taking his time to close the gap between you.

“You think I’m hot?” He pushes the pads of his fingers toward your center, pressing them into your muscles as his thumb tickles the fine hair on the underside of your thigh.

“Maybe,” you whisper, just now noticing the rings of olive green that surround his pupils.

“Maybe?” He smiles, squeezing the bulk of your thigh as his thumb reaches the hem of your swimsuit. “I’m gonna need you to tell me the truth.” His tone shifts from playful to stern in a matter of seconds, tightening the muscles in your abdomen as he smooths his hand up your pelvis. “You think you can do that for me?” He brushes his thumb underneath the polyester just long enough to skim over your sensitive area.

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“I don’t want you to lie to me like all the other guys you’ve fucked.” He finds the tie on the side of your bikini bottom, pulling on the string that holds it together.

“Okay,” you start, trying your best not to hold your breath as his fingers warm your skin. “I definitely think you’re hot.”

“That’s good.” He unfastens the bow on your hip, his other hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as the back of your swimsuit falls onto the seat of your chair. “I think you’re hot, too.” He moves his hand across your hips to the opposite bow, unfastening it in nearly half the time. “Now if only there was a way we could solve both of our problems.”

“If only,” you whisper. You look down and watch him pull the unfastened swimwear off your body, instinctively scooting to the edge of your seat as his skilled fingers find themselves between your folds before you even have a chance to ask.

“Can you be honest?” He curls a finger under your chin and forces you to look up at him, spreading your other lips apart before teasing your clit with his index finger.

“Yes,” you nod your head as he deepens his touch, rubbing it up and down as your moisture begins to collect beneath it.

“Promise me you won’t fake it?” He looks down at his hand for a split second as he sends tiny little pulses of pleasure into your skin, smirking as your breath stills in your chest.

“I promise.” You can barely speak, his intense eye contact and skilled fingers quickly proving your theory wrong as each upward motion intensifies the bliss shooting up into your core.

“I don’t want you to worry about hurting my feelings.” He moves his fingers down the length of your folds, gliding them easily inside your walls as he cradles the back of your head, his lips merely inches from yours. “I can take it.”

“Okay,” you moan into the space between you, grasping onto the loose denim of his shirt as he pushes his digits in even deeper, his knuckles now flush against your skin.

“Tell me what you want.” He reiterates, curling his fingers up and toward him, pressing against that bundle of nerves in order to pull you in closer like a fish on a hook. The legs of your chair screech across the tile floor, almost deafening the both of you as he draws you near, your entire body taking the bait as he repeats the motion over again. “Tell me.”

“I need you to touch me here.” You reach your hand down and grab his thumb, lifting it up and placing it on your clit.

He smiles at your instruction, doing as he’s told before finally leaning in to close the gap between your lips. That stale, faint flavor of beer mixes in with the sea salt still on his skin as you breathe him in, savoring his lips and tongue as they explore your mouth with more fervor than any other lover you could bother to remember. That moan of yours turns into a needy whine as he presses on that special spot from both ends, massaging you from the inside out as his thumb sends signals of immeasurable ecstasy up through your spine and into your brain.

He kisses his way down your lips and chin, his beard scratching your jawline as he moans in return against you, reacting to your silky walls clenching down around his fingers. His mouth leaves a trail of fire down your neck and shoulders, his tongue and lips marking nearly every inch of your chest and stomach with his saliva until he pushes his own chair backward while getting onto his knees.

Instead of pulling his fingers out of you, he keeps his steady rhythm going inside your slick. He looks up at you with intermittent glances of salacious pride as he presses his lips against your inner thighs, sucking scattered bruises into both of them as you softly moan his name. “I don’t want you to say my name again until you come, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, running your hands through his hair as he lifts your leg over his shoulder before diving in completely.

Every bold claim he's made up until now proves to be more than true as he licks a tantalizing stripe up each side of your dripping wet length. He slows his fingers’ pace inside of you, removing his thumb from that special spot only to quickly replace it with his hungry mouth. You try not to sigh too loudly as he laps you up, those eyes of his glancing up from time to time through strands of hair that fall in front of his face as his tongue flicks up and down in a delicately delicious pattern. A mixture of short and long strokes sends signals of euphoria throughout your body, like dots and dashes on the telegraph sending a complete and layered message into your brain until it reaches every inch of your fingers and toes, curling them in on themselves in sheer delight.

You grab a fistful of his hair as you feel yourself shudder, locking onto his eyes as he doubles down, tasting every bit of your flesh as your inner walls clamp down around his knuckles like a vice. You tug on his scalp, holding his head in place as you ride out your orgasm with his name on your lips, gyrating your hips against the tip of his nose as he continues to devour you like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“Ari!” You finally cry out as the pleasure nearly encompasses you entirely, wreaking so much havoc on your nerves and skin that you’re unsure if you can physically tolerate any more of it. Without thinking, you lift your leg up even further as he refuses to relent, planting it on his shoulder before kicking him off of you and onto the floor.

“How am I doing so far?” He laughs, smirking as he lands backward onto his elbows, the light reflecting off of the clear coat of your arousal on his lips and beard.

“Jesus,” you start, unable to stop your body from shivering in the aftershock as he looks at you like that. “I mean… good, you’re doing good.”

“You’re not lying, are you?” He stands up from his spot on the floor and runs a hand through his hair, his erection more than prominent in his jeans as he approaches you.

Good god, you almost forgot about that part.

“No,” you admit, catching your breath as your muscles continue to shake. “Not after that.”

“I believe you.” He takes your hand and helps you up onto your wobbly feet, walking with you almost as if the two of you are dancing before picking you up and setting you down onto the dinner table in one fluid motion. Your weight pulls against the tablecloth, clinking the dishes together before Ari pushes them out of the way to make room for what he’s about to do.

You can’t help but keep your legs spread apart as he steps in between them, your palm finding its way down his chest and over his clothed cock before unfastening his jeans to finally reveal what’s underneath. “Holy shit.” Your mouth falls open as his dick springs up from the denim you pull down around his thighs, its length and girth more than matching the level of confidence he always seems to have.

“I told you.” He raises his eyebrows before leaning down to kiss your lips again, the tangy flavor of your cunt spreading to each and every one of your taste buds as he brushes his tongue against yours. You savor your own personal zest until you feel him smile and pull away, looking down and spitting on his palm to stroke himself. He grins as you watch him work on himself, cupping his head a few times before noticing your jaw dropping on the floor. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit.”

You laugh in utter disbelief as he lines himself up with your opening, gliding the head of his cock over your clit a few more times just to watch you squirm as a deep, guttural moan brews in his chest. He finally decides to push himself in, that moan leaving his lips in little more than a whisper as he begins to fill you up, stretching your velvety walls to capacity. His breath hitches as he disappears between your folds, guiding himself in deeper with more ease than you thought was humanly possible before he eventually bottoms out.

You whine as he holds himself there for a minute, glancing up at you to make sure you’re okay before taking his time to pull out and thrust back into you, giving your muscles room to adjust before he starts chasing his own pleasure. He lets go of himself as he rocks into you, cradling the back of your head as the wooden table beneath you creaks louder with each consecutive movement of his hips. He keeps his other hand on your hip, holding you in place as he drills himself into you, breathing heavily into your kiss as trails of sweat drip down his chest, soaking little droplets onto the fabric of his shirt.

He growls against your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in as close as possible as he feeds your body with a visceral pleasure you weren’t entirely sure existed until now. Keening against him as he continues to fill you up, your overstimulated flesh tightens around him in a rapturous wave that seems to flood your senses even more than it had before. You can feel it rush its way through you, seizing every muscle in your entire body as it squeezes the release right out of him, forcing him to twitch and spasm into your blissful heat. He grunts with his last push inside of you, grabbing onto your ass to get as deep as he can, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as he coats your inner walls with his orgasm.

He kisses your lips and forehead as he sputters inside of you, keeping himself between your legs as he memorizes how good the sensation of your muscles feels around him before slowly pulling out. “Did I…,” he runs a hand through your hair as he catches his breath, all the blood rushing up to his lips and cheeks. “Did I change your mind?”

“Yeah,” you manage to whisper, continuing to hold him close. “Yeah, you did.”

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weirdomellow · 2 months

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Buzzing Sensations

Pairing: Dad's best friend Ari Levinson x female reader

18+ MINORS DNI!

Summary: You and Ari try the remote vibrator at a family dinner. Things get buzz-y and the sexual tension increases.

[Reader is mid-20s, Ari is in his early 40s]

Personal notes: I wrote this as so many thots were floating in my head. I always loved the idea of being controlled by a somewhat more dominating older guy so this feeds into my fantasy. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut but no explicit sex mentioned, use of sex toy(s), very slight D/s dynamics, hints of blow job, age gap dynamics (younger bratty female, older dominating male, both of them are consenting adults), spanking and bondage mentioned, orgasm denial mentioned

You don't know how you ended up in this situation.

Well.. Actually you do. But you underestimated how much it was going to drive you insane.

You had been seeing your dad's best friend Ari for a while now. For months. Or in other words, he was fucking your brains out for months. It all started with you oversharing the hell out of your break-up with your ex to Ari and how your ex cheated on you. You were drunk, sobbing and just needed a shoulder to cry on. Next thing you know, you were sprawled along Ari's couch and forgetting all the sorrows and heartbreak as he pounded into you like the world was ending. You loved it the most when you two met secretly in hotels, fancy restaurants and even did sauna or spa evenings together. Those were the moments you cherished the most with him, and the "taboo" feeling excited you both even more.

Now

It was just going to be a nice evening with your family and family friends, which meant Ari was there and that called for trouble. But trouble always inclueded both of you. This time it was you who suggested a remote vibrator; you haven't had the time to have some intimacy together and so you decided to spice it up a bit. The fact that noone knew of you two made it even more dangerous and risky.

The way he smirked when he saw you clenching and your breath changing while he was controlling you made it even more electric. You were sitting across each other. "No panties" he texted you early on, causing that warmth and heat in your body rise.

Each time somebody tried to spark up a conversation, Ari was changing the frequency, causing you to shift in your seat. On top of it, the sneaky bastard had the audacity to bring this up.

"Is something wrong y/n? You seem restless today" asked Ari, while taking a bite from his food.

You were fuming inside and so riled up but hey, you had to play it cool. "Oh nothing Mr. Levinson, just had a very hectic week" you answered to him without trying to make eye contact. He knew your spots and how to turn on that switch. You continued, "Actually if you excuse me, I will go to the bathroom". You made your way to the bathroom as Ari cranked up the speed even more, causing you to wobble as you tried to hide it.

Fucking finally. You had some time to yourself as you sat on the toilet while the egg was still buzzing. You were so riled up and ready to come any second. You were about to send him a text but he was faster:

Babygirl, show me how wet you are

Now.

You answered: What if I don't? What if I leave you hanging there with a hard on.. :)?

You will have to bear the consequences. You choose your punishment. I was thinking of tying you and denying you your orgasm for one day. Remember what happened when we tried that last time?

You did remember that... crystal clear. Your pussy was so swollen that Ari had to pull out orgasm after orgasm after you the next day.

You answered: You are unbearable.

That's why you love me babygirl. Now, show me. I don't have much patience left.

You didn't have much choice left so you lifted your dress up, removed the egg, pushed your fingers in and took photos and videos of you playing with yourself and licking yourself clean. God, you were so horny and you needed him..right now.

Ari, I am so horny. I need to come.

Not now. You need to be patient.

You whined. This man... He was driving you crazy. You gently shoved the egg inside again.

When you came down, you tried to look cool and created excuses to "You ok?" and "Do you need some rest?" questions.

"Guys, I am fine. Actually I think I will head back to my flat. Maybe I do need some rest" you said as you stood up and started to gather your things.

"I can give you a lift home, I am also gonna head out soon". Ari said non-chalantly.

"Oh Mr. Levinson, thank you but that won't be necessary."

"Sweetie, it's dangerous this time of the night and Ari is the only one who hasn't had a drink. We would feel safer if you gave y/n a lift Ari" your mom said as she looked at you with worried eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "I am not a child mom, I can find a way myself"

"Let me give you a ride and next time you figure it out yourself, how about that?" Ari said. He was in front of you and towering over you. The electricity of the moment was insane. Thank god the remote was off.

"Alright." you sighed. You knew where this was going.

As you said your goodbyes to everyone, you got into the car and into the passenger's seat next to him as he started the car.

"Oh. Someone got all bratty and confident today." he said as he increased the frequency of the remote vibrator.

"So what now? You gonna fuck me here? Spank me? Or do I need to wait with this thing inside of me until we get home, I drag you with me and ride your cock all night long? Maybe I tie you up?" you said without looking at him.

"Fuck Ari!" you moaned.

"Is that it?" you said. You were testing his patience. You knew what was coming.

"Here is what we are going to do babygirl. We are gonna go to my place and you take off that egg. I am gonna give you sometime to calm down but I wanna see you on your hands and knees after that."

He started stroking your leg with his free hand.

"Yes sir" you said, smiling towards him. Your hand went into his half-erect cock under his jeans as you started stroking him. "You know what? I missed you too. So why don't you stop the car so I can show you how much I missed you first?" you said as you started unbuttoning his jeans. He stopped the car as you started sucking him off.

"I am planning to keep you up all night y/n. I don't care how tired we all become in the end. So get yourself ready. I missed you."

"And I am tying you up so you learn how to behave".

He moved his seat back to give both of you space. The night was just beginning as you both felt the tension rising... and well, it was gonna be a good and long one.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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I Just had a Baby with Chris

We all have our favorite Hollywood Chris so choose your favorite to have a child with.... at least fictional chose your favorite but I did write in Christopher Robert Evans name (I do not know him personally and this is an alternative Universe with how my version of Chris would act. )

Comments Welcome nd reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

18+ just in case as always language, mentions of breastfeeding a baby just hours of childbirth nothing graphic fluff a tiny tiny bit of angst because someone wants to hold thier daughter while the other- oh well you'll see but totally fluff:

"Hey look its Mommy she's waking up, say hi Mommy" Chris placed a gentle kiss to to his sleepy newborn daughter and waved her tiny hand. He was walking around the room with his shirt off and the baby just in her diaper

"Honey she's 12 hours old I think the skin to skin contact is-"

"Hey," he whined "you get skin to skin"

"Well I'm breastfeeding her, its inevitable."

"Let me have her now." He moved sideways half in possession had in teasing.

"Chris she's not going to automatically because a daddys girl just cause of that."

He pouted "I can try."

I smiled it was cute he's been waiting so long for this and all he wanted was just to hold her. But I didn't want her to get cold. But I guess Chris body heat helps. I looked at the time.

"Gimmie she gunna be hungrey"

"No she's fine." He gave her a few kisses on the side of her head."

"Christopher Robert Evans are you withholding our daughter from me?"

"No I-"

"Need I remind you who spent 18 hours of labor I. Want. My. Child." I growled because oh hell no "Dont you dare-"

"Ok, ok. Look Mamas all protective she loves you so much. Daddy knows better than to say no."

"You already did now give me my child." I don't know why but at this moment I was ready to kill him.

Then she started getting fussy and the started crying within seconds.

"Sweetheart now look what you did she's crying she needs her mother."

"She needs her father too."

"Don't make me throw this tissue box. Give me my child I will not ask again." She was full on crying and I need my child I was thinking of how I could kill him and not let our baby fall to the floor.

"Ok ok" Chris handed her over.

"Hi there baby" she was still crying

"I know Daddy doesn't listen to Mommy he loves you but Mommy know when you need food doesn't she." I cooed "yea I know you're Hangrey just like Mama"

She cried harder with a higher pitch, making Chris wince,

"Just like Mama," I smiled. She is definitely my kid.

I got my chest out and arranged to hold her and within seconds she was feeding and calming down. Frankly so was I.

I looked at him with an I told you so.

"How'd you know?"

"Chris she's been eating every like 4 or 5 hours- I just knew. I'm sorry I got aggressive I just." I sigh "I know how long you've wanted to be a Father for but I wanted to hold her I knew she was gunna be fussy I just knew. "

"Honey it's ok the doctor said your hormones will be a bit outta wack."

"Out of wack I threatened to hit you with the tissue box"

"I refused to give you or child."

"Ok your right I win." I smiled. He rolled his eyes- I wasn't going to argue when I already won.

And then looked down at our now sleeping and eatting angel.

Then I heard his camera phone.

"Chris I am half naked."

"Come in its a beautiful thing"

"Breastfeeding, my chest or our child?"

"All three." It sounded like half question half statement

"You learn fast. "

He chuckled. "I love you so much I didnt think I could love you any more than I do or did but seeing you bring her into this world giving me the family I wanted making it complete and then all this love I have for this little one all because of you l. You're amazing.?

"Thank you." I looked at our little bundle of joy and she truly was. I cannot believe is ours I can't believe I gee. I can't believe I pushed something this sized out if my body.

" I mean it I'm I don't have the words right now and all the thank you and all the "I love yous" in the world dont even begin to scratch the service.

" How about you get some sleep and let the nurses in the nursery take her for a bit hm?

You need rest. Its their job."

She grabbed my finger in her sleep.

"And miss out on these moments. No." He took another picture.

"Hmm yea she is a calm baby when she gets what she wants. Just like mama was wasn't she? No really tho I'd wake up half the nursery plus And we're doating over her. She knows already we're hooked."

There was a small knock on the door.

"Hey how are you two doing I brought some food I figured you'd both be awake.

How'd you know

"I was, our first born is always special.

"Thanks Ma" he deadpanned.

"Chris hasn't gotten any sleep he's very insistent on the skin to skin content I think the nursery should be fine taking care of her so we sleep after all we won't have help like that for at least 18 years. "

"I can always watch her when you get home if you need seep"

"Really? Oh you are the best mother in law ever"

I sigh, "Sorry I'm tired. I shouldn't be just had a nap but I am"

"You napped for 20 minutes darling. After 18 hours of labor you deserve sleep."

"Only 20 minutes? She's still feeding dont let me sleep."

"It's ok if you do"

"I just don't want to miss a second. Besides I bullied Christopher enough for her."

"Oh really" the grandmother smirked.

"Yea I knew she was going to want to eat and I wanted my daughter and he wouldn't hand her over...but I also threatened him with the tissue box. "

"Chris you knew better than to come between a mother and her child."

"I just wanted to hold her," he defended himself "Half that cute butt is mine."

"Yea her butt is cute. come'er on the side she's feeding just sit behind me can barely keep my eyes open. Just just in case."

"You sure"

"Chris its not like you haven't touched them before"

"Well you said you didn't want me touching you again."

I rolled my eyes. Thinking back to the l8 hours of labor where at one point I said i never want you to touch me ever again and then then damn idiot took his hand away the one I was holding onto for dear life, which I then yelled at him to give me his hand back and then he said "You didnt want me to touch you." I still don't know if he was trying to be a smart ass or if he actually thought he was doing what I wanted.

"Just make sure she's OK hold her. "

"Rest my love"he kissed the side of my head.

"I got her I got you both." He held his head just under her pillow and then I fell asleep at that.

Point of View Change

She the had comfort of knowing Chris has her back their daughter's back and head as well and she couldn't ask for more.

"You wouldn't give her her child?

"I was bon- you know she's half min too but me and her were bonding. I was telling her how she needs to let Mommy sleep and how I'd take care of her, she was so silent. I and I want to get skin to skin contact in as much as I can. I'm nervous about letting her out of my sight. It feels like a dream all the love I have for my two girls I just I never thought. I know how I felt when my neices and nephews were born but this this doesn't even compare."

"It never does Sweetheart. You will always love her that much and worry."

"I'm never going to sleep again am I?"

"Probably not. "

"You'll be a good girl for daddy won't you?" The newborn just flexed her hand and Chris took that as a yes.

He relax into the bed.

He fell asleep after a few minutes Chris hand was still holding the little newborn who still feeding. And then when she was done she had moved herself off and then onto her mothers chest as if it was a pillow for sleep, just like her mother said she was like as an infant. The new grandmother took some pictures of the sweet new family sleeping these were the best moment the kindest moments in parent hood. The child was safe and the parents sleep soundly knowing thier child was safe. But she knew this would end soon and they never sleep peacefully again. Knowing parents never stop worring about thier children.

Point of View Change

I woke up and was calm for about half a second before I realized she was in my arms when I feel asleep- I was suddenly in a panic

"Chris chris where is she-"

"I brought her to the nursey she's fine." The ran his hand over my hair a few times and kissed my temple as I I sighed in relief

"God I got terrified thought maybe I dropped her."

"Shh go back to sleep. Hmmm" he caressed my face and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Chris don't start that thats how we got here in the first place." I joke

"Oh and it's getting us here again. Now sleep."

"Only if you do."

"I did."

"Ok only if you sleep more than 10 minutes."

"Even Steven baby you keep waking up she's fine I promise. I'll wake you at the first thing."

"I love you Chris."

"I love you to more then I can say. Rest you need it, you deserve it my love." He said giving me a soft kiss before I fell back asleep.

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missacidburn928 · 7 months

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

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU

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

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

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

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

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

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

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

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halfrican-heat · 1 year

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Freakum (A. Levinson) (1/2)

SUMMARY: The reader has been seeing Ari Levinson-- her dad's best friend and her ex-boyfriend's uncle-- in secret. Lately, he hasn't been giving her the attention she needs. So, what happens when she cuts ties with her toxic ex and his mysterious uncle entirely? (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Curvy!Reader x DBF!Ari Levinson; Black!Reader x Ari Levinson

Warnings: Mild angst; Cursing; Age-gap (Reader is of legal age); Convoluted relationship; Toxic ex; Allusions to minor character death; AFAB body descriptors; Secret relationship

A/N: Hey, how y'all doing? Y'all good? Enjoy part one to this request I got for DBF!Ari. It's not exactly what I was asked for, but I do hope this suffices. Stay tuned for part two! Also, the time stamps on the phone are WRONG AF, I forgot to fix them. I'll remember for next time lmao. Beta'd by my bestie <3 -Lyv

Song Inspo: Freakum Dress - Beyoncé

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With a soft laugh, you set aside your phone. You were sure to get an earful from Tamisha in the car, but until then you were going to finish getting ready. Taking in your appearance, you swiped a pinky-nude across your lips before painting on a pink tinted gloss. Your deep brown liner blended with the softer tones and created a chocolatey contrast to the pink colors on your lips. Smirking, you started to pull your locs into an updo.

You had done a soft beat to your face, accentuating your eyes with deep browns and glittery gold accents. The liner you did was sharp enough to draw blood and you were living for it. Your lashes were sitting almost as well as your tits in the salacious little dress you had chosen for the evening.

You hadn’t worn this particular dress since your freshman year of college. In the four years since then, you had gained a little more weight. When you pulled the dress out, you weren’t even sure it would suit your new body let alone fit. Somehow, though, the little garment surprised you in more ways than one.

Short and backless, the cheetah print dress clung to your curves in the most sinful way possible. Cleavage spilled from the ruched, cowled neckline and the hem curved just below your bottom, accentuating the bounty you carried behind you. The heels you had chosen to compliment the dress did wonders for your legs, making them look as if they went on for miles.

Needless to say, you sex on wheels and ready to wreak havoc.

Your phone vibrated on the counter, probably Tamisha alerting you that she was waiting outside. Ignoring it, you finished tying up your hair and packed a small purse. Moments later, the phone vibrated again in rapid succession. Scoffing quietly, you shook your head at your friend’s persistence and snatched the phone up.

“This bitch,” You mumbled to yourself. “Not her tryna be on time for once.”

Another vibration rang out. You smacked your teeth.

“And then tryna rush me. No, ma’am!”

You prepared to shoot off a text telling your friend to “hold her damn horses” only to freeze at the name floating across your screen. Opening the messages, you bit your lip. A hot flush ran through your body as you weighed your options, uncertain of what to do. Annoyance as well as arousal coursed through you at his sudden interest after he ghosted you for three weeks.

See, Ari Levinson wasn’t exactly a man that could be ignored.

Levinson was a powerhouse in architecture. At the age of twenty-three, he started working for Milton Family Construction in Macon, Georgia. What was once just a family business soon became a fierce competitor in the world of construction. The addition of Levinson to the company’s team not only won them lucrative contracts with big name corporations but ushered in a new era of innovative thinking. Levinson’s ability to conceptualize near impossible blueprints and turn them into reality created various opportunities for the company to grow and expand their reach. It only made sense that when George Milton retired, he placed his company in Levinson’s care-- the first non-family member to inherit Milton Family Construction.

Eventually, Levinson set his sights on expanding the company to other parts of Georgia and surrounding Southern areas. Of course, however, Levinson’s constructional genius had people from all over the world seeking him out to spearhead various projects-- from commercial construction to abstract residential floor plans. By his late twenties, Levinson had become one of the richest men in the country and, now in his early forties, has finally decided to settle into partial retirement.

Yes, Ari Levinson was not a man that could be ignored. But your reasoning for such a thought was drastically different from those of the “construction” kind.

Simply put, Ari Levinson was a fox. A silver one at that, with grays in his hair and beard that made you weak in the knees. He had a megawatt smile that dazzled the socks off you and a sexy, rumbling voice that scratched an itch you never knew you had. He spoke with you, took an interest in the things you liked. He lit you up inside in ways you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

And he was your father’s best friend.

The two went way back, to a time before corporate architecture and multi-million dollar constructions companies. Childhood friends who grew up down the street from one another and happened to be in the same classes up until college. It was a tale as old as time. So, as a result, when your father settled down in Savannah to raise his little family, it only made sense for Ari to find himself a permanent home there as well. After all, your father was the only family Ari had left.

Aside from his pain-in-the-ass nephew, Darius. Who was also your ex.

Talk about convoluted, right?

But none of that mattered anyway because, as far as you were concerned, Ari Levinson and his dumbass nephew could burn in hell. One was a narcissistic serial cheater and the other…well. That was entirely too much for you to unpack in one sitting.

So, you decided to put all that shit behind you. All you wanted was to get stupid drunk and post a few thirst traps. No more, no less.

With a sigh, you put your phone in your purse and took one last look in the mirror. Ignoring your vibrating purse, you headed downstairs and paused at the bottom. You took a moment to observe your father. He was resting in his easy chair, watching a football game on the television. Well, more like sleeping through a football game. You smiled fondly, walking over to cover him with the afghan your mama knitted years ago. Your heart clenched painfully at the thought.

He startled a little before relaxing at your presence, humming quietly in acknowledgement.

“Don’t wait up, papa. I’m going out with Tam,” you said softly, kissing his head. “I’ma spend the night at her place.”

“Alright, shug,” He drawled, shifting slightly. “Be careful.”

“You know I will, pa.”

Patting his shoulder gently, you crossed over to the hall closet and grab a stylish jacket to match your outfit and defend against the cool, fall evening. Your father’s voice called out moments later and you felt your back to go ramrod straight at his words.

“By the way, Levinson asked ‘bout you a little while ago.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Your cheeks burned and you prayed your father couldn’t hear the nerves in your voice.

“Yeah. Just checkin’ in. Said he ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout you in a while. Wondered if you and that boy was still seein’ each other. I tol’ him that sonofabitch nephew o’ his could kick rocks.”

“Bet he got a hoot out of that,” You said awkwardly, shrugging your jacket on.

“Sure did. Laughed his lilly-white ass off.” Your papa replied. “He was just seein’ how we were doing with everything. Ever since, well, anyway. He was just checking in.”

You watched him for a moment as he fiddled with the afghan, his fingers delicately tracing the designs woven into the blanket. Another pang ran through your chest.

“Yeah...that was…that was nice of him,” You replied slowly. “Didn’t have to do that.”

"Yeah, well he was fond of your mother. She always made him feel like part of the family."

Silence hung awkwardly in the air. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling like your skin was being pricked by a thousand needles. Your father stroked the afghan, almost in a daze. You pulled the hem of your dress down self-consciously. He looked over at you, his eyes heavy and seemed to want to speak. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. He went back to quietly stroking the afghan muttering, “Yep. Good ol’, Levinson.”

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well, I gotta go! I see Tam’s headlights out the window. Love you, bye!”

Without waiting for a response, you dashed out the front door and into the cold air of the night. Of course, you hadn’t actually seen Tam’s lights through the window. So, you were standing outside waiting for her frequently late ass to show up. You huffed, taking a seat on the porch. That girl couldn’t get nowhere on time-- even if her damn life depended on it.

You pulled out your phone, checking to see if she had texted. Instead, you were greeted to several missed calls from Ari and two from Darius. At that moment, a new message from Ari popped up on your screen. Hesitating briefly, you opened the text.

You smirked at the message. You were riling him up, and when Ari was riled up...well, it always ended up rather interesting for you. Deciding to push your luck, you quickly responded before you could second guess yourself.

There was a brief lull in the conversation. A full minute passed, making you anxious. Then, he finally answered. Scoffing at his reply, you shot back your response.

Then, you turned your phone without a second thought. Pocketing it, you allowed a smug grin to overtake your face. The headlights of Tamisha’s car served as the spotlight for the devious plan taking center stage in your mind. If Ari wanted to ghost you, and come back three weeks later like he owned the place, then two could play that game. The next time you saw Ari, you were going to have him begging on his knees for you.

Little did you know that “next time” would be in a matter of hours.

A/N: It took forever to get these pictures formatted properly. I hope y'all enjoyed. Stay tuned!

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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Plants & Tantrums

Pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x toddler

Summary: Ari tries to pick out a Mother’s Day gift, but his child has decided to make it extra hard for him.

Word count: 907

Warnings: angst, fluff, upset toddler

A/N: Even though I’m in a sappy mood, my blog is still an 18+ blog. Do not interact with it if you are a minor. A little Mother’s Day drabble that got inspired by the relentless toddler in the shop yesterday. I don’t do baby/toddler speech in my writing. Big thank you to @wakingbeauty and @dreamlessinparis for keeping up with me and my endless rambles about Ari.

This is not beta-read, all mistakes are my own.

It had started as a fun trip, Ari having buckled in his baby girl. She happily sang along to ‘I Had a Little Turtle’. Her red rain boot covered feet bounced along to the beat of the song as her little chubby hands acted out the dance she had learned from a family member.

Ari smiled as he glanced in the rearview mirror. His mini-me with a hint of her mother's charm sprinkled into her little frame. Parking in front of the garden centre. He unbuckled the toddler placing her on his hip. His arm held her firmly against him.

“Let’s go get mummy a nice gift. Nola, are you going to help me?” The little girl confirmed by nodding her head a little and giving him a wide grin.

He grabbed the sippy cup from the cup holder and walked toward the entrance. The heat from the greenhouse dome welcomed them and immediately warmed up their skin.

“Pretty flowers.” The small girl seemed to be in awe of the colourful plants filling the space. Ari placed her on the ground, following the toddler’s steps as she went.

Ari slowed down as a few items caught his eye. His focus shifted away from the roaming toddler. Picking up a few plants as he went, eyeing the green item for a closer inspection.

He wondered if his significant other would enjoy this one or if there would be another one she would love more. The bucket with pink assorted flowers looked beautiful as well. Or would she prefer some fruit trees and vegetable plants for the produce garden she had set her mind on?

A loud tin sounded crash was heard and he immediately was brought back to his conscious mind. Eyes darting from left to right trying to find Nola.

“Nola?” He repeated a few times as he searched the centre. Heart pounding as he couldn’t find her. He would not be forgiven if he lost her while gift shopping.

Relief washed over him as Nola finally came in sight. Happily sitting amongst the tin frogs. Some had fallen, but it hadn’t seemed to interrupt her play. The bright green colour of the frog was almost blinding, but it only had attracted the toddler toward the welded garden object.

His baby bunny was the best little thing that had ever happened to him. With a smile, he approached the toddler. Cleaning up the fallen items and ignoring the scoffs and huffs from other customers.

“Daddy? Frog?”

“Yes sweetheart, a frog, now let us get everything cleaned up. Then you’re going to help me pick out a plant for mummy okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, helping the best she could placing the item back with the other. “Bye froggy.”

Ari’s patience ran thin when Nola started acting up. Though it was his fault that he couldn’t make up his mind. A rushed decision was made, with a vegetable plant and a small fruit tree in tow he urged the toddler towards the exit.

“Daddy, I want water.” The demand had been clear.

“Let’s go pay, then I can give you the cup,” Ari answered, not being able to reach for the cup hanging from his back pocket. Nola wouldn’t be able to reach for the cup even if she tried her best.

Waterworks started as Ari kept walking. The sobbing child stomped after him and suddenly screeched loudly clawing at his jeans. Fisting the material with her little hands.

Balancing out the two buckets of greens in one arm. He tried to lift Nola by her arm. She didn’t seem to enjoy the action and weighted herself down. Impressively strong for her age as she fought his grip.

The tears seemed to keep falling as Ari let go of her arm. Nola dramatically threw herself to the floor and rolled around. Ari sighed heavily placing the buckets on the floor and picking up Nola.

Heaved sobs coming from her chest as he grabbed her hot pink miracle cup that hang off his jeans. She grabbed the handle and threw it across the room.

“That’s it,” Ari spoke, setting Nola back down. Loud whales erupted once again as Ari walked away from her to get her cup.

With some quick effort, he set the chosen garden items on the counter. He turned to get Nola only to find her missing again. Her upset cries gave away her exact location. Making him rush through the aisles of the store.

With every passing minute, he applauded his partner more and more for keeping up with these tantrums. He took a deep breath to calm his irritated nerves, rounding the corner to find Nola hugging the welded frog-shaped garden statue. The yellow raincoat and red rain boots matched hers.

The small chatter of Nola warmed his heart. Appreciative of being gifted a child, a girl, from his favourite girl. Both had him wrapped around his finger.

“You want to have that frog don’t you?” He sighed, crossing his arms. He wouldn’t be able to say no to his baby bunny. Not when she was this upset with her tear-stained cheeks. The teary child looked at him hugging the frog even tighter to her chest. “Fine, let’s go get it and go back to surprise mummy!” He picked her up once more. Drying her cheeks with the leftover tears and kissed her head.

Shopping for Mother’s Day certainly had been an interesting one this year.

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theycallmebecca · 1 year

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18+ Drabble: Nighttime Play

I can always tell when I've been reading something smexy... because well it gets my muse riled up haha. So here is a little drabble for y'all using a prompt from @the-slumberparty for their May event.

Title: Nighttime Play

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: voyeurism, semi-graphic sex

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

It was still dark outside when Ari found himself roused from his sleep.

He fought against whatever had woken him, refusing to give in, but something wasn’t right.

Forcing his eyes open, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table and mentally groaned when he saw it was just after two in the morning.

Not wanting to wake you by getting out of bed, he focused his attention on the world around him, trying to figure out what had pulled him from his own slumber.

Then he heard it.

Not the deep, even breathing that he was used to coming from your side of the bed, but a stuttered, shallow breathing that reminded him of other activities that took place in your bed.

Glancing at your side of the bed, he made out the pile of blankets that you had clearly pushed away from you. Annoyingly, it had created a small wall between himself and you, specifically what you were doing to yourself.

Very aware that you could sometimes lose yourself in your desire, Ari pretended to shift in his sleep to see if you were aware of him or not. When you didn’t react, he knew you were gone.

Slowly, he edged the blankets out of the way until he could see your side of the bed. Your head was tipped back over your pillow, and you had one hand in your panties while the other caressed one of your breasts with your nightshirt tucked under your chin.

He grew hard as he watched you touch yourself, but he waited.

When he’d gone to sleep around eleven, you had been reading a book on your phone. A spicy one, you’d told him, when he’d asked about it.

From the glow on the clock on your side of the bed, he saw that your phone wasn’t on the charger, which likely meant that this had all started from whatever had been in that spicy book of yours.

As he waited, his hand drifted under the blankets and he touched himself, noticing almost immediately how the blankets moved with him. Was that why you had pushed the blankets back? To not disturb him?

Then he saw your hand leave your breast and he watched you pull your shirt to your mouth then bite down on it as your body shook as you came, your cries muffled by the fabric.

“We both know you can be louder than that,” he said into the dark.

Your body stiffened, but you didn’t say anything as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

While you came down, he pushed the blankets out of the way and scooted over to your side of the bed. Then he pulled the shirt from your mouth, letting it fall back onto your chest.

“Ari,” you whispered, your voice husky from your activities.

“Babe,” he replied, grinning down at you. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I- uh,” you stammered, gesturing to the general location of your phone. “Reading.”

Ari snickered then leaned down to kiss you. “You could have woken me up, you know,” he said as he placed a large hand on your torso. “I could have lent a helping hand or two.”

“You were sleeping so soundly,” you replied. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I’m not asleep anymore…”

Reaching up, you pulled his face back towards yours and kissed him.

You didn’t often feel the need to get yourself off after you finished a book, but the one tonight had been jammed packed with hot, titillating sex scenes that had left you desperate for release before you could even consider falling asleep.

Your solo play had contained the fire, but now Ari was fanning the flames again.

“On your back,” you ordered, pushing against his chest. “I want to ride you.”

He complied and rolled onto his back, his dick standing tall and proud.

“Just how long were you watching?” You asked, arching a brow at him. You knew he was always game for just about anything and quick to respond to your touch, but he’d never been that hard just from a few kisses.

“A while,” he admitted as he casually tucked one hand behind his head. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Neither could I,” you replied as you positioned yourself over him. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his member and lowered yourself down onto him.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned once he was fully inside of you. “Fuck.”

Placing your hands on his well-defined abdomen, you rocked yourself against him, adding a side to side motion every now and then to really drive him wild.

He let you pretend you were in control but you could tell his patience was wearing thin, you could see it in the tension in his arm tucked behind his head. He was biding his time, but he’d soon take control back, just like you wanted him to.

He lasted another thirty seconds before he snapped as he sat up abruptly.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he ordered. “Now.”

Thrilled, you scrambled off of him and onto your knees, bracing yourself with what was coming next.

He didn’t give you any warning before he plowed into you from behind. You lurched forward, but then his hands found your hips and his fingertips dug into the soft flesh there as he pulled back then slammed back in.

You cried out his name and curse words as he fucked you and soon it was all over. He slammed into you and you felt him jerk behind you as he came deep within you.

His release triggered yours and you shook as you came, your arms collapsing from exhaustion.

He stayed in you for a little longer before he pulled out and let your lower body fall to the bed before he collapsed next to you in the wadded up blankets.

The two of you laid there for several minutes, recovering, before he nudged you. “Time to clean up and pee,” he said.

You groaned, despite knowing you needed to.

“If I could pee for you, I would,” he said. “But I can’t.”

You forced yourself up and followed him to the bathroom. You did your business while he cleaned himself up. Then the two of you got back in bed and he curled himself around you.

“Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you, too,” he replied.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗲

this is a small drabble of our little farm.

warning - interspecies, oral sex, smut.

our little farm masterlist.

18+ only please, dividers by @royalsweetteaa

The sweet smell of apple pie wafts through the air and into Ari’s nose. He trots over to the kitchen window and watches as you place the freshly baked pie on the window sill. His cock hardens when he catches sight of your breasts spilling out of the tiny dress he convinced you were proper farmer wear.

Ari's nostrils flare as he huffs. His large hand travels down, wrapping around the base of his cock as he watches you exit the house. The dress clings perfectly to your curvy body. When the breeze blows the dress up, he notices you aren’t wearing anything underneath and groans. Ari slowly strokes his shaft and squeezes his throbbing base before picking up the pace.

He grunts, his balls tightening as you bend over, your glistening core on view for anyone to see. His half-lidded eyes focused solemnly on your puffy folds. His large hand grips his cock, jerking it faster and harder. Vast amounts of pre-cum leak out of his angry tip, and Ari’s head tips back as the pleasure begins to get to him. So lost in the feel of his end approaching, he doesn’t notice you turning around and your doe-like eyes zeroing in on his movements.

Your small form heads over to his area, eyes focused on watching the bull-hybrid stroking his massive member. Y/n’s mouth begins to drool as she imagines tasting him again, her tongue swelling around his tip before wrapping her plump lips around it and sucking the life out of him. Once she gets close enough, a small whimper leaves her lips, causing Ari to snap his eyes open and look toward her.

“Knees, now.” He grunts as you fall to your knees. The opening in the fence allows his member to slide through, “Open.” When your mouth opens, Ari pushes his throbbing member in and groans when you begin to suck eagerly, your tongue swirling around his slit, collecting the juicy liquid flowing out of him. “Such a good little slut.” The sight before him caused Ari to begin thrusting hard into your mouth, enjoying the sounds of you choking on his cock.

Drool seeps out of your mouth as you continue to suck, and your tiny hand comes up, massaging and tugging on his giant balls. The farm is filled with grunts and moans. Ari’s hand makes its way through the gap in the fence and grips Y/n’s hair. After a few more thrusts, Ari groans, his hips stuttering before he buries himself deep into her throat and cums.

Y/n moans, swallowing and licking every last drop of his sweet cum. Y/n’s lips wrap around his swollen tip, and she sucks until all of his cum is gone. Pulling back with a pop, Y/n looks up wide-eyed and gives a sweet smile. “Thank you, Ari.” She stands, licking her plump lips, not wanting to forget his taste.

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starryevermore · 2 years

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the road to the altar: the adoption day ✧ ari levinson

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | pinterest board | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

summary: liam becomes a levinson.

word count: 508

warnings?: not proofread

Days Since the Big Day: Four Hundred and Five

You held Daphne close to your chest, bouncing her slightly, as yours and Ari’s lawyer, Andy Barber, went through the process of Ari adopting Liam. Ari had initially been hesitant to Andy being the lawyer for the case. After all, Andy had liked you once upon a time. But the two of you became friends, and he’d offered to do it at below market rate for you too. And, well, that was an offer neither one of you could refuse.

The entire process had taken much longer than you’d wanted. In order for Ari to adopt Liam, the two of you needed to be married and Ari had to be a consistent part of Liam’s life for at least six months. Then, of course, came the harder part of getting Lance to relinquish his parental rights. He’d initially been unhelpful, avoiding signing anything, acting like he still had a chance. It wasn’t until Andy brought up that you all could still move forward by stating that Lance had abandoned Liam (which, of course, was true, but was a more difficult path for you to take since it took longer) that Lance finally waived his rights. After that, it was just a matter of getting a court date. And, by the time you finally got in court, Liam was 12, and that meant he had a say in the matter. Of course, he spoke very highly of Ari and said that he already considered Ari his dad, but it was still another step in the process that you had to go through. And, of course, there was the home inspection and background check. Then Daphne’s birth and your maternity leave delayed things a little bit more.

But now you were finally here, at the last adoption hearing, and the judge was about to make it official. And he did.

Oh, you could have cried when the judge approved the adoption. You knew he would, but it still worried you that he might not. And you knew it worried Ari, too, who tried to not show it, wanting to focus his energy instead in comforting you.

“I’m a Levinson now??” Liam said.

“You’re a Levinson now,” the judge confirmed. He looked over at your little family, smiling softly. “Congratulations to you all.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” you said. You looked at Andy, saying, “And thank you, too. We all appreciate it so much.”

Ari nodded, adding, “It means a lot to us.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Andy said. “Now, how about we all go out to eat, my treat? The first official Levinson lunch?”

You looked back at Ari, who nodded his okay with the plans. “That would be great, Andy. Thank you.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.”

And as you all walked out of the courthouse, you were as happy as you were on your wedding day. You finally had your family. And you couldn’t be more grateful.

Finally, finally, you had your happily ever after.

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vintageaesthetic20 · 1 year

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You can NOT tell me that you don't find him attractive.

P.s. Andy barber is a heartbreaker.

#chris evans #ari levinson #steve rogers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #andy barber #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans character x reader #chris evans characters #chris evans fan fiction #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #the avengers #knives out #lucas lee #andy barber fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfiction

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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March’s Author of the Month

@syntheticavenger is a talented writer on this site.

Her masterlist is full of daydreams.

Her stories take readers on a journey to remarkable places, and she's always creating something new and exciting.

She is constantly pushing the boundaries of storytelling and crafting unique and captivating stories that capture her readers' imaginations. She has a passion for exploring the depths of her characters and crafting stories that will stay with her readers long after the fic is finished.

There is a wide range of fics she has, ranging from sweet fluff to intense dark daydreams.

personal favorites:

Are you looking for the most beautiful Ari Levinson AU who adores you and just wants to make you happy?

The only thing I can recommend is to read it ASAP! This Ari is the dream!

Life in the Fast Lane

CEO! Alpha Ari Levinson x Mechanic! Omega Reader

The last thing you need is a distraction while trying to run a small auto shop. Ari Levinson is just that and more

Synth ability to weave multiple storylines and connect them together adds an extra layer of richness to her work, making it stand out from the crowd.

When I read Life in the Fast Lane, I noticed another character was mentioned, I saw Dark Alpha Steve Rogers had his own storyline.

Fragile, one of the best dark Steve fics I've read.

This story is crafted with exquisite detail, taking me on an emotional rollercoaster ride of highs and lows.

Read the warnings for this series.

Fragile

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Working at the Avengers compound is a dream come true. You have everything you’ve ever wanted until a small security breach reveals a secret that has Steve Rogers very interested in who you truly are.

The following are some of the fics I got to treasure to read around in March:

Manicure All You Need Drive Time to Run - Part Thirteen

Your One and Only So Close

Man or Monster (sequel to So Close) Good Girl

Steve murders your boyfriend (drabble) Mean!Steve (drabble)

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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A Happy New Year Indeed with Chris Evans

18+ just incase a lot of sensual kissing and fluff but thats it. It's very sweet.

Comments welcome and appreciated as are re blogs. No reports reprints or translations.

Chris twirls me around and pulls me in his arms

"I am so happy I met you, That you're here. That you're with me."

"I'm just happy that you chose me. I don't care if I'm he- well I do care I mean I'd rather be here then-" I looked into his eyes and I just get get lost- we're about 4.5 inches different in height so I can stare at his blue eyes anytime easily.

"Sweetheart"

"Yeah," I say not breaking eye contact

His hand reaches up to my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. I feel some texture on my skin from his hand-

"What is it?"

"Nothing "

"You're staring"

"Because I have something to stare at."

It's true his eyes were insane blue

"You're sure this is ok?" I ask.

He grasped my hand that I had on his chest.

"Everything is perfect there is no there place I'd rather be cara mia "

" Don't suck up to me."I love it when he talks Italian. I don't know why I think it's sexy on him…. Or from him.

"I mean it anytime you want to go-"

"Hey, look at me."

I look at him.

"I want this, I want you and me. My friends can I can't always see them but I can see them more than I can see you. More than we can see each other. And I just want to hold you so bad without having to care who sees us. I want to be right here. I want you in my arms. I want you to be with me. I want you get it through that thick skull of yours in falling in love with you and I want you in my arms as much as I can; ok. And this is how It can be. We just gotta take things in stride love. I love you nothing can beat this I want you here. I want to be with you. Just stay here in my arms ill show you," he smirks

"Nothing is better for you than me hmm.."

He starts kissing my neck

"nothing I want more than you...."

"Ok ok I get it you wanted me in your arms and you got it mister." I blush

"Good cause I'm used to getting what I want."

"What a spoiled little movie star."

"Oh you have no idea."

"I'm just saying if you want to go to the party you can dont worry about me."

"Sweeth-"

"I can go if you want or just stay behind I mean you-"

"Honey"

"I just know you-"

He pressed his lips to mine, effectively silencing me.

"Will you listen? I want some time alone with you they get it. I rarely get anytime with just you me and Dodger. I like it. Waking up and feeling you in my arms. God its the best feeling knowing the girl of my dreams is right where I want her. I mean come on. I just like this morning I was up early."

"Such a romantic."

"So I woke up and I was you were just resting your head on my chest with you hand on it and you took my breath away. I just smiled thinking I love you hoping i'll go to bed like this today and waking up like that tomorrow.

I thought God I'd love waking up to having the girl I love look at me like this."

"Everything is want. Everything I want. " he kissed me in my neck

I giggled shrunging my shoulder up and I could feel the side of lips curl up. But he never move his head across my neck

"That I think we should wake up like this everyday"

Kiss.

"Ya know how much I wanted you in that moment?"

Kiss.

"And how much I want you now"

Kiss.

"How beautiful you look."

Kiss.

"How i just want you to be mine forever."

Kiss.

"And how happy i'd be if that was my life every day."

Kiss.

"How much I cherish you"

Kiss.

"How I'd make sure you'd never want for anything"

Kiss.

Then from my neck he moved move up with his nose but giving me small kissed until he reached my head and could feel his hot breath on my ear

"And God how much I want you right now."

I was having trouble steadying my breath as one of his hands under my sweater just at the small of my back his nose brushes up against mine and nuzzle it then finally moved in for a kiss. It was sweet but passionate and I could tell he was holding back a bit. Not wanting to rush me but when we broke I nodded to him.

"You're sure?"

I nodded

Point of view change

He gave you opened mouthed kisses on you lips and had trailed down to you shoulders . He had giggled and as he sweetly kept saying "shhhh "

As Chris went to get on his knees he lowered yoj with him gently .

"I got you," he said so softly. Brushing hair away from your face as he lowered you to the floor completely, hovering over yiu body. Seeing his smile you can't help but smile too. His hand went to your face as the other hand one interlaced your fingers interlaced together

He gave you a kiss in the center of your neck so he can then tease you with his nose bringing it up to you Chris dragged his nose a bit reaching the top of your neck dragging you chin up with him as his nose moved up. Your breath quickened a bit. And he noticed

"Hey, I got you relax Baby."

"I"

Kiss.

"Would never,"

Kiss.

"Hurt you."

Kiss

"Trust me" he nipped on your jaw and an involuntary moan came out of your mouth Chris smirked at what he found. He started kissing you in your jaw

"Chris"

"Mmm??"

"Stop teasing"

"Yes my love," he put his mouth on yours. This time he moaned into the kiss making you somehow more relaxed and trusting and then the two of you made out like teenagers for practically and hour, only breaking when you needed hair. Neither one pg you exactly knew why you broke the kissing completely but you both were panting this then took a few moments before he rolled over on his back catching his breath

You leaned on your side putting your hand in his chest

"Well that was boring"

He let our a chuckle as his arm wrapping around your waist bringing you to him. You kissed his jaw

"Don't start that again I need to breathe. Franky so did you." Yiu were panting a bit more, nit used to the Chris Evans kissing treatment. Lying in front of the fire you two could just lay there in silence and it would be fine. Scratch that, it was fine.

Neither of you are sure you'd been there when you spoke up

"I'm getting hungry"

"Me too"

"Not like-"

"I know, I know I'm teasing. "

This is fun though

"Yea you think?" He chuckled

He wrapped both arms around you pulling you into him placing letting kisses where he found any skin

The heat of the fire keeping you both warm despite the large ceiling to floor windows

There wasn't any thing for either of you to say. But it didn't matter everything felt perfect regardless.

A bit later, once you both could breathe normally you two laid down in bed snuggled together. Dodger who was perfected at the edge of the bed and how moved in front of the fire making you laugh

"I uh think we took his spot."

You both snuggled together.

And you both had fallen asleep before you knew it. But you had woken up at around 3 am.

You blinked a few times and then looked up at him; so beautiful, so handsome his eyelashes, the small curls on his lips and how they were still slightly swollen from making out before and then you remembered it's officially the New Year and you're in love for the first time in your life. Truly in love. Even though it excited you your heart rate couldn't be more calmer. With him.

You closed your eyes again, with a smile on your face and then next time you opened them seeing Chris face smiling at you.

"Happy new year love"

A Happy new year indeed…..

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