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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Promises, Promises

Summary: Ari exacts a promise from you as a reward for his patience.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Needy Ari Levinson, Implied Smut, Light Oral Sex (fem rec), Allusions to Public Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for my sweet friend, @curls-and-eyeliner. Just a little Ari Levinson goodness. Not sure if it has a place, but for now it's going to fall in line with my Trio Series.

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“C’mon. C’mon.” You murmur as you try and fail yet again to maneuver the thin leather strap of your heel through the small silver buckle. “Almost – you little piece of shit!” While the shoes were wearing tonight paired phenomenally with your dress, you were starting to feel like the effort to fasten them just wasn’t worth it anymore.

Sometimes you really fucking hated heels.

Huffing out a breath, you allow your body to go limp before collapsing back against the chair in defeat. You’d been at it for the better part of ten minutes. And frankly, at this point, you’d much rather go barefoot than have to fuck with this shoe one more time.

Ari would just have to understand. Maybe if you asked nicely your man would get onboard with you rocking a pair of sneakers to tonight’s medal ceremony – even if they did manage to clash with your overall look.

“Ready to go, Bird?” Ari calls out from the bathroom. “I don’t want us to be late.”

“Almost!” Comes your frustrated reply, just in time for him to rejoin you in the bedroom. He gives you a thorough onceover, his soulful blue eyes darkening as he scans you from head to toe. Grinning, he runs his fingers through his already tousled chestnut brown locks.

Ari Levinson was virtually hopeless when it came to styling his own hair. The moment he got even a little remotely agitated or flustered he became unable to keep his hands out of it. Lucky for him, he somehow always managed to look positively sinful no matter what.

And tonight was no exception.

“Fuck, baby…” He rasps.

“I swear I’m almost ready.” You hurry to reassure him, thinking that he might be annoyed with you. “It’s this damn shoe, though. I can’t seem to fasten the stupid strap and it’s pissing me off.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with you?” He mumbles, seemingly to himself.

“Well you could either give me another minute or you could help…” You trail off when your beast of a man drops to his knees in front of you before plucking the offending heel from your grasp. It drops to the floor with a soft thud. “...me with this clasp. What–what are you doing?”

“How am I supposed to take you out now, looking like this?” His already deep voice lowers several more octaves. The comforting weight of his large palms go to rest on the tops of your thighs.

A sinking feeling enters the pit of your stomach. Perhaps you should’ve given your boyfriend a peek at your outfit beforehand instead of waiting until tonight. That way if he didn’t like it you would’ve had time to figure out a backup dress.

“What’s wrong with the way I look, Ari?”

“Absolutely nothing.” His intoxicating gaze bores into you, making you feel dizzy even as goosebumps raise across your flesh. “You look stunning, sweetheart. Like a vision and a wet dream rolled into one.”

“Oh.” Is all you can seem to manage, his whispered compliment taking you by surprise.

Although you’re not quite sure why. You could walk around wearing a pair of his boxers and a raincoat and this man would still be ready to bend you over the nearest flat surface and fuck you stupid.

“And honestly, as excited as I am to have you on my arm this evening, I don’t know if I still want to go.” One hand slowly trails down your leg, the slightly roughened pads of his fingers smoothing their way over your calf to gently grip your ankle.

“B–but…tonight’s supposed to be a celebration. And you’re the guest of honor.” You rasp, your mouth suddenly dry as Ari presses a tender kiss to the inside of your bare foot.

“So?” He gifts you with another kiss, this one accompanied by the faint brush of his tongue along the inside of your ankle. “You and this dress have me thinking about all the ways we can celebrate right here. From the comfort of our home.” You feel your pulse begin to quicken.

“We can’t.” You gently admonish as you try to pull away. But his hold remains steadfast. “Besides, if you stay down there much longer –” you gesture towards his position on his knees – “you’re going to wrinkle your pants, assuming you haven’t already ruined the crease.” Your big beast of a man quirks an amused brow in response.

“I’m serious, Ari Levinson.” You blow out a shaky breath, wishing you sounded more confident. “Now, you help me with this shoe so we can get out of here. At the rate we’re going, we’ll be lucky if we’re only fashionably late.”

“Is that right?” Ari’s eyes light up at your words, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “That an order, baby?”

“Uh huh.” Of its own accord, your hand reaches out to caress his freshly trimmed beard. Ari sighs quietly and leans into your touch. “You’d better believe it, Beast.” He growls low in his throat, the animalistic sound making your nipples pebble through the material of your bra.

“Well then I guess I better do as my lady says.” A hint of mischief creeps into his tone, coupled with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to upset my gorgeous girl now would I? But before I do that, I’m also thinking I’m gonna need you to make me a promise. Can you do that for me?”

Ari loosens his hold on your ankle only to drape your leg over one of his broad shoulders. And then his hands move to the hem of your dress, slowly rucking it up your thighs to stop just below your hips – revealing the lacy scrap of black fabric hidden beneath.

“Y-yes.”

“In return for being such a good boy, I’m gonna need you to promise you’ll let me fuck you tonight. And when I do, I want you wearing nothing but these heels.” He leans forward and buries his face in the sweet juncture located between your parted thighs.

“Okay.” You could definitely do that.

“I get to choose the time and the place. But don’t worry, baby. You have my promise to keep you wet and ready for me until I decide on the perfect moment.” He then inhales your scent, nuzzling his nose against the increasingly damp lace. A muffled groan escapes when he does it again. His grip tightens as his fingers dig into your skin.

Almost as if he��s already regretting his decision to agree to leave the house.

“Ari.” His name emerges as whimper, soft and pleading.

“Promise me, Bird. Promise you’ll reward me for being so good. For showing restraint.” Each spoken word feels like a heated lash against your panty-covered clit. “Please.” Ari sucks the bud into his warm mouth, making you cry out as your thighs clench around his head.

“Yes!” You hiss as he continues to tease.

“Say my name again.” He rasps, flicking the swollen nub with his tongue. “Say it just like that when you make your promise.”

“Ooh, Ari!” Your hips buck and writhe beneath his sensual assault. “Yes, okay? I promise!”

A primal sound bursts forth from his chest – a something between a snarl and a purr – as he forces himself to pull away. “Okay.” He grunts, his breathing slightly labored.

Ari doesn’t say another word as he goes about picking up your forgotten heel. He slips it on your foot and deftly buckles the strap as if he does it all the time. Your body is on fire as you prepare to sit up and fix your dress, only for your man to stop you with a hand on your belly.

“I plan to wear you out tonight, baby.” Two long, thick fingers hook themselves into the waistband of your panties. “Swear to God, you’re gonna feel me for days.”

The sight of your man’s feral grin is your only warning before the flimsy piece of lingerie is all but ripped from your skin, eliciting a shocked gasp from you. Ari rises and tucks the ruined lace into his pocket before helping you stand on shaky legs.

Ever a beast, he proceeds to haul you against his solid chest. And then your eyes flutter closed as his mouth descends over yours in a searing kiss. You melt against him as your hands fall to his biceps, holding on to him while he takes his time with you. His talented tongue dues with your own in short, playful thrusts. One of his hands slips to your ass, giving you a rough squeeze.

When it’s over, you’re both breathless. And the impressive bulge in Ari’s slacks makes it obvious that he’s ready for more. A clock chimes in the distance, breaking your reverie. It’s a not-so-subtle reminder that you two needed to leave soon. As in now.

“Guess we’ll just have to pick this up later.” You murmur, even though you have yet to move.

“Damned right we will.” Ari growls, his eyes glittering with unbridled lust. “So you’d better keep your promise.”

“And if I don’t?” You tease, finally finding the resolve to pull away. He lets you go before walking over to the bed to snag your clutch. Meanwhile, you busy yourself with fixing your dress.

“You will.” Your man hands it over before linking his fingers through yours and leading you down the hall towards the stairs.

"I mean, but what if I change my mind?" You tamp down a giggle. Now probably wasn't the best time to tease your man, but you just couldn't seem to help yourself.

"You won't." Ari assures you once more before halting his movements. He turns to face you again before tenderly grasping your chin in his hand. "You'd never do that to me, sweet girl. But if you did, I suppose I'd just have to remind you of what happens to little brats who break their promises to their men now wouldn't I?" His lidded eyes practically dare you to disagree.

"Y-yes." You whisper, swallowing thickly as he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. "I'll be good."

"Well, thank goodness for that. I'm so glad we have an understanding, baby." Ari purrs, allowing his hand to fall away as you resume your procession towards the door. "Because I'd be pretty pissed if I had to fuck you in the middle of the banquet hall in full view of everyone." He opens the door and ushers you into the garage, smacking your ass for good measure.

"But that also doesn't mean I won't."

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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slutty sunday, thinking abt daddy ari and brat reader

imagine bratty little girl just refusing to do what daddy says when he asks nicely and he starts getting pissed

he drags her to the bedroom without a word and starts punishing her spanking and overstim and whatnot

and all this while bratty baby is saying "no daddy why are you doing this to me 🥲🥲🥲" and she starts crying because she thought ari was literally mad at her and doesn't want her anymore

BUT AFTER HE SEES HER CRY immediately he becomes soft and babied her and explained the need for a punishment and reader goes back to "oh okay daddy!" and they continue 🥵brrr

-🦦

ari teaching you a lesson 😳 set the same verse as this drabble

"Why're you being so mean?" You weep, burying your face in a pillow and muffling your scream as his hand lands on your ass.

He laughs, roughly tugging the band of your panties before releasing it, letting it snap against your skin. "You know why."

Ever since he bought the restaurant you worked at (let's be honest, he bought the whole chain bc he's extra), he's been stopping by every day to keep an eye on you.

Today was a particularly bad day. Honestly, you just woke up feeling grumpy but couldn't call in sick again so you got dressed and went to work. Ari happened to walk right in as you were arguing with a customer, this was not one of those "the customer is always right" because is it your fault that they didn't clarify they didn't want stupid tomatoes on their stupid food? All of this, over fucking tomatoes?

Bad, bad day! You just wanted to sleep and put it all behind you!

At your silence, Ari turns you to face him and his features soften, "oh, my poor baby." He wipes the few tears on your warm skin, "am I really being too mean?" He gently manhandles you onto your back, cushioning your head with soft pillows before climbing over you.

"N-No... I don't think so."

"You know why we're doing this, right? You can't blow up on customers like that—even if they deserve it." He caresses your cheek, "You gotta be professional, or else I'll have to fire you."

You pout, "but you buy me whatever I want anyway! I don't need a job."

He laughs quietly, bending down to kiss your neck, tickling you with his beard. "I do. Is that what you want? You wanna live off me, suck me and my wallet dry?" He isn't complaining, he'd happily provide for you.

You're quiet for a few moments, "maybe." You gasp when his fingers trace down your clothed slit, nudging the small vibrator inside you.

"We'll talk about this later. First, daddy has to make sure you've learnt your lesson. If you're gonna be my baby, you gotta have good manners."

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biteofcherry · 7 months

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Bratty thot No15:

When Ari says in a warning tone that you're being a brat, reply with: "Takes one to know one."

#Eva's bratty thots #bratting away today #Ari levinson x reader #Ari levinson x you #Ari levinson imagine

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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months

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Hi! I love your fics so much and wanted to send in a request if that would be okay with you!!💗 could you please do a lifeguard!Ari Levinson x Tiny!reader where she brings him lunch while he’s at work, she’s wearing a bikini… obvi. When she gets there she sees girls flirting and staring at Ari and she gets really jealous, size kink… smut? 😁

hey honey! thank you so much, I'm sorry this took so long, and I hope you like it.

summary - you go to surprise your boyfriend and get jealous over the women hanging around him.

warning - smut, angst, jealousy, daddy kink, creampie, breeding kink, swearing, public sex.

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

You wanted to surprise your partner. You decided to make his favourite food, wrapping it in cute packaging before putting it in an adorable picnic basket and wearing the sexy bikini that Ari had gifted you. You were happy as you skipped up, excited to see Ari, but you began to regret it as you got closer. Your man stood with tall, good-looking women around him, their hands touching his biceps, and they seemed to be flirting. Was this what he does when he’s here? Did you not mean anything? Were you too short? Many thoughts flew around in your mind, causing the green monster to appear.

You can feel your inner brat begin to make its way to the surface. With a huff, you stomp your foot and angrily turn around, not feeling in the mood to have lunch with Ari anymore. You don’t notice Ari turning his head with a smile as he sees you, which slowly turns into a frown when he catches you walking away. He growls when he realises why. These stupid bimbos are always crowding him daily, and he’s learnt to zone them out, watching out for danger. They had known he was taken, but they didn’t care, and he wished he could drown them in the same ocean he was watching.

Ari pushes the women as he stalks after you, nodding to the other lifeguard to take over for him. “Baby!” Ari huffs, breaking out into a jog as he chases after you. “Baby! Goddamit woman! Slow down!” He growls, wondering how a tiny ass woman can be so damn fast. Ari finally catches up to you, quickly getting ahead and stopping before you. He sighs when he notices the look on your face, knowing he’d have to make it up to you. “Baby girl. Where do you think you're going?”

You roll your eyes, attempting to walk past him but feel annoyed as he stops you. “Ari, let me go. I’m not in the mood. Go back to your beach, bimbos.” You grumble, and a squeal escapes as you are suddenly lifted, your feet no longer touching the ground as Ari carries you to a secluded part of the beach. Your tiny fists hit his back, gasping as his large hand smacks your plump cheeks.

Ari plonks you down onto the ground and stands over you. “Now, baby girl. You know I love you, and I’d never cheat on you, so why let your inner brat take over?” His hands rest on his hips before he kneels and crawls on top of you, gripping your cheeks softly. “Did my little baby come to give daddy some lunch, hmm? Did you come here wearing my favourite bikini and then get jealous thinking I’d rather have someone else?” A moan slips past your lips as he rubs his prominent bulge against your covered cunt. “Why don’t I make it up to you, baby.” You whine when he slides your bikini bottoms to the side and takes his throbbing member out. Ari lines the thick cock with your entrance before slowly pushing in, grunting with how tight you are around him. “Fuck, baby!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your walls spasm wildly around his cock as he continues to push in deeper and deeper, stretching you open from the inside. Your hands fly to his back, digging your nails into his flesh as your head flies back. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh fuck!” You whine and moan, wrapping your tiny legs around his giant body. Your screams echo as he begins to pound into you, fucking you hard and deep, marking you, claiming you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. Why would I want someone else when I have you, huh?” Ari growls, holding your tiny body down as he destroys you, taking you apart underneath him. His cock splits you open, drilling into you until you wither underneath him, your back arches, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your arousal squirts out of you and covers him. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Squirt for daddy.” Ari’s hand slithers between you and plays with your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm. His balls tighten, and his cock begins to twitch wildly before thick amounts of cum spurt out of him and deep into you, stuffing you full of him. “Gonna pump you full of me, let everyone know your mine, and I’m yours as your round with my child.” You whimper underneath him, cumming at his words.

Ari leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, holding you close to him as he strokes your cheek. “I love you so much, baby. You’re my little doll.”

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flordeamatista · 9 months

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𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲

pairing: bodyguard!ari levinson x mafia!princess reader

concept: You intrigue me, moving on top of me, touching my lips here and there, and I am enveloped by more desire.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: bratty reader, desire, lust, p— in-v, edging, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, praise, mature themes, small gun violence at the night club, teasing, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

a/n: Thank you @sunshinebuckybarnes and @lookiamtrying for always being the finest menaces, and I know this is a few months late, but here it is.

lovely beta: Thank you so much @writing-for-marvel for listening to all the ideas I had for this story and for always lifting my spirits. @lunarbuck Thanks for always telling me it wasn't a silly dream and for always encouraging me. lots of love for you both.

the cute gif and moodboard/line divider made by me

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The sky burns higher and higher, love, is fire too scary for you

Stepping into the house, the sound of your designer red heels striking the marble floor blasts through the foyer like a raging fire storm. Your unyielding determination and boiling-hot rage shines through every step you take.

His eyes are dominated by a blue hue that seems to numb your energy.

He glares at you as if you are nothing more than air; as if he didn't intend to acknowledge your presence.

You want to reach out and rip that icy gaze off his face. No one ever ignores you in such a manner in this state, or anywhere else for that matter.

“You’re destroying my life!" Your voice reverberates through the walls as you throw anything within reach to express your seething hatred for him.

Ari can’t help but take a deep breath, feeling your shouts stab at his head like spears.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" You snarl through gritted teeth as you tear off your heels, aiming them at his face. “You know, I could hire someone to get rid of you."

For the one single night when all you want is freedom, he’s here trying to drag you out of the car. You tried escaping by hiding in the backseat of your friend's car, but you never got to the gate. You didn't have time to enjoy your freedom before Ari Levinson dragged you away.

Your humiliation reached its peak when he laughed, mocking your position as a mafia princess who has to beg her own bodyguard to stay away from her. The laughter sent ripples of anger and shame shooting through your veins.

"Do it, Princess." He smirks mockingly. “I would love to see them try."

Your nails dig deep into the flesh of your palms as you clench them tightly together. You scream at the top of your lungs as you ascend the stairs to your room.

Ari can still hear faint echoes of your cries drifting through the hallway until they slowly die away completely. His thoughts drift as he picks up your heels and walks up to your room, murmuring to himself, "This spoiled princess wants to be a brat."

Having no escape, no freedom, I will shake the world to get what I want.

There is something magical about dancing as rainbow-like colors illuminate the room around you, every move creating a small firework. As the music plays, the room fills with a sweet smell of sweat and perfume that only enhances the experience. Your arms move through the air and your feet bounce in step with the beat. Closing your eyes, you let go of everything else as you reach for the sky with wide eyes and a contagious smile in your heart.

The music plays, and you laugh to yourself, knowing he will probably kill you because of what you did.

“There she is!” You turn to see your best friend, Irnia. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she hands you a glass filled to the brim with sparkling golden liquid. "How did you escape that beefy dreamy bodyguard of yours?"

A smirk appears on your lips as you sip the drink. “He’s wet and trapped in a bathroom with a broken door knob."

Through careful planning, you managed to lock Ari in the bathroom and break his doorknob. You collected your phone, along with other items he had hidden to keep track of you, and escaped. Your only desire was to hear him grunt in anger when he realized you had outsmarted him. But his blue eyes had lost their intensity long ago; they could never keep up with his work.

The music pulses through the club's veins, coursing through the air and pushing people to dance and laugh. With joy, drinks are thrown back and mouths are wide open.

There is a flicker before the lights go out, plunging everyone into darkness. Screams of surprise echo off the walls. As panic grips the crowd, hands grasp each other desperately in search of an escape.

You suddenly realize, as you feel yourself being pushed by the crowd, that your exit plan is stuck at home because you had locked him in.

Chaos in your mind leaves you speechless, and words cannot describe how fear engulfs you and flushes out the light.

Your finger trembles at the trigger of your gun, and your heart races in anticipation. A cold bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and mingles with the night's warmth, washing away what remains of your sense of security.

You take a deep breath and lunge forward, gripping your gun tightly as if it’s a lifeline.

A frantic noise outside causes a chill to grip your body, so you raise your weapon and cry as tears slowly trail down your cheeks. A burning white light weighs down on you, making breathing even more difficult.

The burning white lights mock you with what they can't provide.

Safety.

If you close your eyes, all you can see are a pair of familiar ocean blue eyes.

Ari had insisted you carry a handgun strapped to your leg and taught you how to use it, although he kept a distance from you. “It’s either your life or theirs. These men will not hesitate to shoot. Are you prepared?" You suddenly feel as if he was protecting you with his advice.

Your gun is aimed at the door, ready to face whatever danger may arrive. It feels heavy, but you know it is worth the effort for the sake of your life.

You feel an icy chill run down your spine as the door of the club's restroom slams against the wall. Across the concrete floor, heavy boots stumble, their footsteps echoing like thunder in the darkness. One by one, the stall doors open, closing in around you and filling the room with the smell of sweat and fear.

You hear Ari's voice and you know you are safe, but still too far away from him. Gun in hand, you hold it tightly. It's just a matter of holding on so he can find you. An agonizing scream follows Ari's grunt and the thud of his fist hitting flesh.

Your heart races as terror washes over you and your throat dried up. You muster every ounce of courage to cry out for help, “Ari, I am in here, please! I'm sorr-y.”

I only know where I am, and anger is outside.

Rage coursed through Ari's veins when he heard you had disappeared on his watch. In his quest to protect you, he called every contact to trace your movements. In the club, he saw your ex-boyfriend marching toward you and felt a flood of desperation wash over him.

As instinct kicked in, he punched anyone who stood in his way with animalistic skill and ferocity. A body flew across the room with each blow, leaving the walls trembling. He heard your voice calling for help at that moment.

Ari surges through the crowd and slams the door of the stall. You stand there, trembling in fear, your gun shaking.

He immediately runs towards you, ready to take on any foe if need be. The gun falls from your hand and into his arms.

When Ari touches you, your knees weaken, and you feel at peace just seeing his crystal blue eyes. You embrace one another and time seems to stop as relief washes over you both. Tears of guilt roll down your cheeks as you apologize profusely for everything that happened.

While the stormy sky pours, I search for your caring touch.

A slow pounding of your heart fills the air as you tiptoe into Ari's bedroom. A gentle thunderstorm rages outside the window; the room smells like rain; the steady rhythm of the drops is loud in the background, providing some comfort.

When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see Ari's figure in bed. His long, dark beard frames his lips, adding a relaxed aura to his facial features. Moonlight and lightning flashes create an ethereal effect on Ari's face and body; his sculpted muscles move beneath the blankets, with a few chest hairs peeking out.

The protective wrap around his arm from when he saved you at the club catches your eye. He never spoke a word about it or blamed you. The contours of his body ache beneath your fingertips, but you remember what happened the last time you tried to get so close to him.

A lump forms in your throat as you slowly lay the blanket across Ari's chest. It had been a long night for both of you, and this man in front of you saved you without a hesitation.

You reluctantly turn around, ready to leave, when suddenly Ari grabs your wrist and pulls you onto the bed on top of him. His muscular arms wrap around your waist and hold you against his solid chest.

Your body relaxes in his embrace as you breathe in Ari's breath.

The sound of his voice rumbles as he searches for your eyes. "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" he asks in a husky voice as his fingers caress your skin.

There is a throbbing sensation in the pit of your stomach, as well as warmth spreading throughout your body. You are feeling the effects of his presence. Your heart races with tension and nervousness as you try to pull away, but there is an undeniable magnetism between you that won't let go.

You don’t want to show it, but a part of you wants to stay with Ari forever.

Looking for an excuse, you murmur "Away from you. Let me go." But it is too late, he knows you’re concerned for his health and doesn’t let go.

A smirk appears on Ari's face and he responds calmly. "Oh no, now you want to tell me what to do in my room? You were here for a reason, so why do you want to leave now? When I opened my eyes I saw you on top of me. Princess, I can touch whatever is in my room - care to tell me what brought you here?"

You reply firmly, your voice low. "Ari, you're injured and out of it. I just wanted to see if you needed anything. Now let me go, you idiot."

His smirk slowly fades away and is replaced by sadness. "Princess, there's only one thing that can heal my wounds.” He pauses, letting his words sink in. “Kisses from that bratty mouth of yours."

In one swift movement, he flips you over and hoveres his body above yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head and the other brushing and grabbing your throat.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he replies, "Kisses, Princess." With your face inches from his, you open your mouth to protest, only to have him shush you with a stern look in his eyes.

A mischievous gleam adorned his eyes as he whispered in your ear, "Let me taste those lips and a few other things I've been thinking about for months." He places his lips on your neck.

A part of him has always intrigued you which was why you couldn't leave him. You whisper softly, "Ari, you're insane," inviting him to stop you, but that is the last thing you want and he knows it.

Ari looks at you with lustful eyes. Teasingly, he asks, "Are you sure?". He glances downward to where your fingers are digging into his shoulders and groans. "The way you're touching me makes me think that you're not."

You bite your lower lip and throw caution to the wind as you push his shoulders, securing yourself back on top of Ari again. Your legs straddle his waist; you don’t want him to let go.

In a frenzy, you whimper yes, and his hands begin to lace their way up your body, unbuttoning your night top. Soon, you feel the cold air on your breasts and his thumbs touch your nipples. "You feel this, sweetheart?” Ari’s voice is a low whisper. “I’m going to make you mine."

For months, you've wanted to see him like this, to feel him. Now, after tonight, you’ll never see him again. Because of what happened at the club your parents deemed Ari unsuitable to be your bodyguard. It is your fault, and they said they would talk to him in the morning, but you had to see him now.

"I'm going to scream and you–," you whisper, trying to tease him.

The two of you lock eyes, and your lips part slightly. As his hands reach out for your face, he pulls you in for a kiss. Taking a deep breath, he breathes you in. When you feel his breath on your skin, it makes you shiver with need.

You feel like an invisible fire has been burning your bodies since the moment you touched him, a fire which has been burning for months without a way to slake its thirst. Moans and sighs of desire fill each other's mouths as your mouths collide desperately. When he touches your breasts, your heart skips a beat; every spot craving to be touched more. Ari tears your clothes off your body and you feel the sensation of him bare against yours.

“The screams will be my name and you moaning for me to keep fucking you, sweetheart.” He adjusts himself between your legs.

Euphoria erupting in your body and a pounding heart.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?"

He can also see how close you are to surrendering completely to his dominance. The teasing look in his eyes gets under your skin, so you lift your legs up and arch your back towards him.

You feel his cock against you again, teasing your needy pussy for him.

Your lips whisper, "Please, Ari." As he watches you squirm, Ari raises his hips as if he is considering whether or not to enter you. A coy smile spreads across his face as he teases you around the edges of your pussy. He seems to enjoy it too much.

The more he teases you, the more irritated you become. You bite your lip and moan, the excitement of danger heightening your lust. You watch as he looks into your eyes to see how much you crave him. “Fuck you, Ari," you beg, despite yourself.

You feel as if your bones have melted under pressure, and your legs shake with pleasure and anticipation.

"My princess really wants it." The words spin in your mind intoxicatingly and put a clenching pressure on your core.

Just outside of where you need him most, his cock strokes up against you. Is this teasing? It's driving you crazy, but with pleasure instead of anger. Your skin tingles just thinking about him, as if his touch has already molded itself over your soul.

You squint, begging him to stop teasing you without words. Before now, you have never asked anyone for anything.

His hard thick length felt foreign and hot as it slowly eases its way into your entrance. With an animalistic growl, Ari thrusts inside all the way in one motion, sending thrills through your body. His slow, precise movements inside you have you clutching desperately onto his neck, digging your fingertips into his skin.

You intrigue me, moving on top of me, touching my lips here and there, and I am enveloped by more desire.

Each time he rotates his hips, a different nerve ending is stimulated, causing you to moan uncontrollably. He pulls back slightly before pushing into you again. Dropping down on his forearms, he leans over you with his lips never leaving yours.

“You can’t control yourself,” he murmurs into your mouth. “I think I can already feel you coming.”

He smirks and pulls out almost completely before slamming back inside of you. Every muscle in your body tenses up in anticipation as he teases you with all the sensations he has been denying you for months. “Do you want more? Are you ready to come for me?”

Ari slams hard into you and pulls away, taunting you. In an effort to keep him inside, you grasp onto him desperately. The more you plead, the more he retreats, only to push harder the next time.

"My naughty princess," he whispers, "you love this so much." Take a deep breath! His rhythm is slow and shallow, fucking his cock in and out of you before speeding up. With each impact, he slides an arm under your waist and lifts you up slightly as he drives his body faster and deeper than ever before. "Look at you," Ari growls deeply as he pumps into you ferociously. The only thing stopping him is your legs holding him tightly around the hips while smacking your ass as the bed posts shake. The sight of you panting through gritted teeth thrills Ari.

"Let go," Ari whispers hoarsely as he seals a kiss of desperate longing on your lips, giving the command that calms all drives your body.

A fire of passion ignites beneath the moon's gaze, as he steals kisses from my body in a husk of passion.

The air in the room is hot and heavy, and Ari's sweat-slicked forehead glows in the low light. His lips find your forehead first in a gentle kiss that feels like a long-awaited release. As you lift his hair from his face, he grabs your hand and kisses it. His hand slips lightly through your hand before lingering on your face. “Did I still destroy your life, but now with my cock?” he asks with a hint of a smirk.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and you playfully slapped his shoulder in response. “Shut up,” you whisper back. “I still want to kill you.”

Ari chucks as he kisses your protest away and flips you so that you straddle him. He cups his hands around your waist, gently guiding you onto him until you both gasp at the sensation of being connected as one. “How about you ride me to death, Princess?” he murmurs.

It was black outside and thunder rumbled, but inside the room was hot, red, and heavy with lust.

When a thunderclap resounds this night, your hands grip his chest tightly. Whatever may happen now, he will always be by your side to protect your heart.

A hungry, filthy eye watches it as lustful desire ignites around every corner

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your-eternal-lies · 1 month

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT (AU masterlist)

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FEATURED PAIRINGS — Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Reader / Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Reader / Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Reader / Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Reader / Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Reader / Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Reader / Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Reader / Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reader AU INTRO — The local fire department, the famous and beloved Station 616, is just teeming with eligible bachelors... but not for long! Summers are for falling in love, after all.

CONTENTS AND WARNINGS — Modern AU, firefighter AU, crossover fic, language, fluff, mild angst, sexual content (ranging from mild to explicit), rom-com vibes, no use of y/n, each character gets their own Reader (not a poly fic), playboy tendencies, age gap, friends to lovers, workplace romances, enemies to lovers, allusions to divorce/troubled marriages, and possibly more as the stories are written.

NOTE — Each story is a three-part miniseries and can be read as standalones. I do not currently have any plans to write any more than what’s listed, but I will never say never. There is also no release schedule; I will post at my own leisure so please refrain from asking, thank you!

LAST UPDATED: March 31, 2024 STATUS: Coming Soon

PLAYING WITH FIRE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Photographer f!Reader

Ari is the dedicated fire chief of Station 616 who runs the show with an iron fist and a heart of gold, but the one thing he can’t seem to get a handle on is his personal life—until the Station is partnered up with a new bright-eyed photographer for this year’s charity calendar photoshoot. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

MOTH TO A FLAME _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Firefighter f!Reader

There are strict rules to be followed in life, otherwise the world would descend to chaos, right? You insist on never dating a coworker, while Bucky insists on not dating at all. Well, fortunately for the both of you, everyone knows rules are made to be broken. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

FIRE AND WHISKEY _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Bartender f!Reader

It’s tradition that the entire squad heads down to the same local hole in the wall for any occasion, no matter what it is, okay? It has absolutely nothing to do with Jensen’s insanely obvious crush on the badass bartender, capeesh? Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

COMIN’ IN HOT _ ╰┈➤ ft. Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Volunteer f!Reader

At just 5’4” and 95 pounds soaking wet, Steve is the scrawniest yet the most determined member of the 616 team. Often underestimated, he finds solace in a budding relationship with the part-time volunteer at the firehouse, who seems to see right through his physical appearance. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

BURNING UP _ ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Business Owner f!Reader

You are horrified when you head to work one day only to discover that your precious store has gone up in flames. And if that isn’t already terrible enough, it seems the crabby, unsmiling fire marshal assigned to your case is already convinced that you’re guilty of arson. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HEAT WAVE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Environmentalist f!Reader

Loki, the enigmatic and secretly sensitive member of the team, is dispatched to a scene across town, he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman from his past, chained to a tree, and leading an environmental protest that is quickly getting out of hand. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WARM BEDS _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Teacher f!Reader

Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HOT-BLOODED _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader

You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WORLD ON FIRE _ ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader

Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰

#ari levinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor odinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #jake jensen x reader #frank adler x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #firefighter au #au: heat of the moment #marvel fanfiction #chris evans character fanfiction

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Brat Taming: Part 12

“This looks okay?” His eyes met yours through the reflection of your mirror, the bed thrown apart in the search for your phones, a makeshift nest of blankets that he was lounging on, was captured in the image he sent Steve minutes ago.

“For work? I mean it’s not too-“

“Why are you so worried about what you’re wearing, bear?” Jake prodded with a tilt of his head, his mark from Ransom healed, fully sealing him to the rich playboy alpha as well as Ari.

Jake had Steve left, and you had two to go. It was a friendly omega bet that was coming to fruition before your eyes, with your intent to let Ransom be next, the plunge from single omegas to becoming a shared and tight-knit pack was well on its way to finishing.

“It’s the first day back to work since I was on my heat cycle and with Steve’s mark, I just feel…different.” Your hands rest against your stomach, fingers curling in the front of the light knit sweater you changed into.

You had been indecisive all day, and a part of you was anxious from the moment you had woken up entangled with Jake. It had been a sudden and brutal hit to your emotional, mental and physical well-being to have become so anxious so quickly.

“You look beautiful.” Jake’s hands slid along yours, his chin nestled on the top of your head as he hummed and swayed you back and forth delicately, the two of you so naturally wrapped up in each other. “And you’re going to have a great day back at work.”

“When did you become such a motivational coach?” You turned your head, looking back at him your gaze quickly wavering to hips lips and the temptation to coat yourself in his scent was heady.

“You don’t have to work with that irritating scaly-“

“-dragon woman?” Jake finished for you, slipping his hands away from yours to the curve of your hips and with a sudden jerk, turned you to face him.

“Ransom’s right you know.” You closed your eyes, breathing in your omega, and best friend’s, scent.

You couldn’t get enough of it nor could you overcome the feeling of completion since the two of you, bound and desperately in love with each other, had started to find yourself nestled securely in a pack with alphas.

“She doesn’t hate you.” Jake rubbed his hands up and down your back, a purr radiating from within his chest and throat. “Maybe she does hate you, but that’s only because you get dick from four gorgeous men and she’s jealous.”

“That’s a lot of dick-“ you felt yourself shifting away from Jake before you even realized what he was attempting to do, and even then it was too late to prevent him from digging his fingers into your side to tickle you.

“-good thing you have someone to share it with.” He growled playfully as you two fell back onto the carpet, a pile of limbs tangled again as he used his weight to pin you down, your squeals and shrieks from laughing radiating and echoing off the walls.

You two were so entangled and occupied with each other, so wrapped in each other, neither one of you was aware of the front door to your apartment opening or the scent of an alpha that had started to infiltrate your space. Neither of you had even noticed anyone else was here until you happened to catch a glimpse of long legs in the reflection of the mirror, and a moment of innate fear struck you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” Steve’s voice had come across thick and husky, seductive in its composure, both you and Jake feeling the same lightning strike of momentary desire. “Jake gave me a key, and you had a package-“

“What time is it? Shit!” You pushed Jake off of you and scrambled beneath his body, stumbling for your phone and pulling on boots, yanking both over the bottom cuffs of your jeans. “I’m gonna be so late-“

“Eh, just give the boss some head-“ Jake started to speak, immediately getting cut off with a pillow to the face and a stern purse of Steve’s lips.

“Not funny.” You threw your bag strap over your shoulder, stepping back toward the two boys.

First stooping low to kiss Jake tenderly and quickly, and then you stepped in front of Steve. You pressed your hands against his chest and stood on your tippy toes kissing the corner of his lips in a greeting and goodbye before you finally darted out of the apartment.

The return to work wasn’t as eased as you had first anticipated and despite Jake’s best motivation for you to enjoy your day and not let the other woman rag on you, you had been welcomed by the unsightly and uppity scowl of Ari’s first assistant and the degrading snipe at your heat cycle.

The woman who had been derogatory about your cycle and the extension of your week off because of your heat hadn’t been subtle about the workload resting on her shoulders in your absence.

Something along the lines of how nice it was to “have time off to take dick” had been mumbled under her breath in passing when she bristled past you to enter Ari’s office. The comment weighed on you, it bristled under your skin and afflicted you with anger that burned red hot. You immediately sat on your desk chair and yanked your phone from the drawer to your right.

Your immediate reaction was to text Ransom, the constant back and forth you’d had over this woman and her passive-aggressive comments were making you reach the end of your patience.

Ransom was almost more invested in this woman and her incessant need to be as irritating as possible, screwing with you in every grinding way imaginable. Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the keyboard in your messages, your brain and fingers working in tandem as you ranted and finally sent the message.

You give the man dick, you’d think he’d fire her — Sugar daddy

You snort at the message, chortling as his first assistant had come out of his office with a sneer and thinly veiled contempt for you. She walked around the front of her desk and sat on the same kind of leather office chair you had and after she settled herself she glanced your way and snapped her fingers, waving them in the direction of Ari’s office.

“He wants to speak with you.” She huffed, gritting her teeth and glaring at you, her eyes following you as you stood and walked around the front of your desk.

“Snap at me again,” you completed the action while you spoke, your temper flaring, “and I’ll cut your fingers off with the letter opener.”

She huffed again yet looked away, mumbling under her breath about you or your position but ultimately dropping any argument she could have made. You walked past her, looking at her over your shoulder before you knocked on the door and stepped into his office.

“I hate your first assistant.” Ari raised his head and an eyebrow in your direction as you flicked the lock before you sat in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. “I threatened to cut off her fingers with the letter opener. She kept snapping at me.”

“She snapped once-“

“I hate her, Ari. I hate her and she hates me. I hate her, and-“ You drew your mouth closed and looked away from him, your teeth grinding as you stewed in silence.

“I’ve debated moving your desk into my office but I’d spend more time with my head between your thighs than I would work.” His comment was spoken with such unwavering honesty, you had almost missed the direct heat and wanting desire that lingered within the consonants and vowels.

It wasn’t just the words he spoke that communicated heat and desire, it was the dark ring around his normally bright blue eyes that was informative of his true intentions. He had kept his gaze on you, neither one of you breaking until the phone rang at his desk, and only then had he broken eye contact to answer the person on the other line.

And still, he bid you wait for him by raising one finger, pointing to you and his lap, his lips stretching into a wicked grin.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, even when he was supposed to be watching the game playing on the field below, his eyes were captivated and held by his date.

He was nervous, almost uncannily so, to be here and out in the open with another man when his past wouldn’t have ever allowed him this liberty. Being here with Jake out in the open, being able to go on a courting date with the younger and bratty omega was like taking a deep breath to clear his lungs.

It was so easy being with his female omega, it was so easy to take a walk with you or go out to the movies, have dinner or spend a week away in New York while you were afflicted by your heat cycle. Steve had it easier when he was with you versus Jake because he hadn’t been given the opportunity before now to embrace and hold to his bisexuality.

In the past he was born and raised in, Steve would have never been able to court another male omega. He would never be allowed to join the army or have been turned into the hero he is if he was open about his bisexuality. Call it a stigma of his affliction, which is what he thought it was, but he was still struggling to accept himself.

This was the first step, this was the first real leap and bound he was making in his self-acceptance. Steve was crazy about you and Jake, he was undeniably drawn to the two of you. He had his time with you, he had marked you as his and staked out the very claim he was going to have with Jake.

This first courting date was meant to be easy and relaxing, it was meant to be the first step in taking Jake as his own. And for the most part, it had felt as easy as it was supposed to be, and then the light hit Jake’s face and Steve felt his focus shifting from the game he had taken his omega to, and placed it upon the delicate and beautiful features of his male omega.

Steve was caught staring more than once, he was caught enraptured by the crease of Jake’s lips as he pursed his flesh when a play was made that was particularly troubling.

Steve’s attention was held on Jake when the omega he came with reached out to touch Steve, and the simple action sent a tidal wave of vibrant desire to hit him square in the chest. He was hit with the velvety notion of flesh against flesh and the desire to brush his lips against Jake’s, just to see if he would whimper and whine.

Steve was staring.

Unapologetically so.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of his omega nor could he prevent the sting of possessiveness that flourished in his soul when another alpha walked by and took a second glance at Jake. The innate reaction to slipping his hand upon Jake’s thigh and the squeeze were almost debilitating, his hindbrain was beating like a drum with the need to show the world that Jake was with him.

“You’re good?” Jake questioned Steve, breaking the ultimate hold of Steve’s gaze with the squirted whisper. “You’re projecting.”

“I don’t like other alphas looking at what’s mine.” The growl that escaped his lips was more intense than he intended, and it was met with Jake’s soft laugh and a little chirp.

“You’re intense, no one would fuck around and find out.” Jake leaned in and his scent hit Steve with an unreserved intensity that caused the alpha to close his eyes and breath deeply, a vivacious sound that was cross between a purr and a sigh to form in his throat.

His breath had become tightly wound in his throat and the purr was replaced with a groan, the burly sound aiding the intense mix of his scent as alpha and Jake’s scent as an omega.

Steve had opened his eyes and dropped his gaze to the hand Jake placed on his thigh, Jake’s fingers slowly kneading his leg. The heat that radiated from Jake’s hand through his jeans to his leg carried a great weight that sent his blood pumping to the head of his cock.

“Brat,” Steve hissed, steadily growing impatient the further Jake’s hand slid up his leg, “not here. If I lose control-“

“Oops.” Jake grinned shamelessly and moved his down Steve’s leg to rest on his kneecap, fingers drumming rhythmically. He had shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if nothing had happened and as if his hand on Steve’s knee had done nothing to turn the alpha on.

Steve had lawn out a puff of air and let his head fall back, his blue-green eyes fixated upon the skyline and the almost seamless blue ceiling that was only briefly obstructed by a few feathery clouds.

He fixated his eyes upon the blue sea in the sky until he had calmed down enough not to have his erection caught by people around them. As he lowered his head and watched the game unfolding, Steve reached out and rest his hand upon Jake’s thigh, almost second-guessing the action until Jake placed his hand on top of Steve’s.

“I like it, leave it.” Jake flashed Steve a smile, reassuring and unbothered by the physical affection that Steve was still becoming accustomed to.

Steve was stuck in a cycle of bliss and insecurity, placated between the enigmatic clutch of Jake Jensen, 1 of 2 bratty omegas, and his vicious self-doubt. He was stuck in this back and forth until the game had ended, even beyond then.

When Jake had started to drag him to the nearest outdoor park with walking trails, Steve had finally been bolstered out of this rut when lips met lips. He was struck and shocked silent, as Jake poured everything he could into the blinding earth-shattering kiss that stole Steve’s breath.

His hands had remained at his side, his eye growing wide with wonder. Steve had seen a lot in his life, he had been through more than he could’ve ever truly given life through words, and now feeling Jake’s lips on his, he was transported back to the 1940s before the ripe age of 27 being kissed properly by an agent. It took Jake trying to pull away from Steve to get him to act.

His hands cupped Jake’s cheeks and Steve’s tongue brushed Jake’s bottom lip. The kiss had intensified as puzzle pieces snapped into place, Steve unabashedly giving as much into the kiss as Jake had.

Everything was falling into place; self-acceptance wasn’t fleeting anymore.

“We’re supposed to be taking a walk-” Jake had tried to pull away, he had turned his head to draw himself away from Steve.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Steve hooked his hand around the back of Jake’s neck, pulling him back to steal another kiss.

Their lips collided against each other, lips and teeth clashing in a passionate exchange of affection.

Nothing mattered more than tongues tangling and Jake’s arms slinging around Steve’s neck, the endearing exchange welcomed by both parties. Steve had dug his nails into the back of Jake’s neck, finally getting an answer to a question not asked when his omega whimpered and whined.

“Are you done with me now?” Jake pulled away, breathing heavily against Steve. “I mean I’m not-“

“No,” Steve laughed softly, stealing one kiss after another, “I’ll never be done with you.”

#alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader x alpha!ransom drysdale x omega!jake jensen x alpha!steve rogers #alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader x omega!jake jensen #omega!jake jensen #alpha!ransom drysdale x omega!reader x omega!jake jensen #alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader x omega!jake jensen #alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!Jake Jensen #Steve rogers x reader x jake Jensen #Jake jensen x reader x steve Rogers #brat taming series #brat taming masterlist #brat taming #brat taming part 12 #Ari Levinson x reader #ransom Drysdale x reader

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littlebabyyd0ll · 7 months

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mdni 18+! seriously pls go away if ur under 18! fall works for every day of october! some scary, some cozy, and almost always smutty. probably shouldn’t have called this ‘kinktober’ as not every day will be a kink, yolo. a lot of works will include ddlg themes, size kink, daddy kink, fem!reader and hyper feminine themes. you are responsible for your own media consumption. all pieces will have warnings at the beginning of their works. wishing you all the spookiest, ghoulish october ever! 🙀

masterlist ! navigation ! support my work

01. The Lion and The Lamb, Part One. (vampire!king!eddie munson x princess!reader)

02. Subdrop (dom!steve harrington x sub!reader)

03. Sapphic Age Gap (MILF!Nancy Wheeler x reader)

04. Trick or Treat (Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader) [plot has changed to a halloween party!]

05. First time parents (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)

06. Sugar Daddy (CEO!Steve Rogers x reader)

07. Size Kink (Daddy!Ari Levinson x reader)

08. Overstimulation (Bodyguard!James Potter x Princess!reader)

09. Age Gap (DILF!Joel Miller x reader)

10. Dacryphilia (Daryl Dixon x younger!reader)

11. Hot cocoa and kisses (Daddy!Ari Levinson x Little!reader)

12. Mommy Kink (Nancy Wheeler x reader)

13. Daddy Kink (Daryl Dixon x reader)

14. Dry Humping (Eddie Munson x reader)

15. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Two. (Vampire!King!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader)

16. Stockholm Syndrome (dark!rick Grimes x reader)

17. Make-up sex (Remus Lupin x reader)

18. Cock Warming (Ron Weasley x reader)

19. A/B/O (Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader)

20. Babysitter (Joel Miller x reader)

21. Serial Killers (Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Ghostface!Eddie Munson x reader)

22. Safe Word (Steve Harrington x crybaby!reader)

23. Body Worship (Joel Miller x reader)

24. On The Run (Psycho!Eddie Munson x Psycho!reader)

25. Dumbification (Daryl Dixon x crybaby!reader)

26. Stepbrother (Stepbrother!Peter Parker x Stepsister!reader)

27. Thigh Riding (Dom!Remus Lupin x Sub!reader)

28. Brat Taming (Dom!Eddie x Sub!reader)

29. Refrigerator light (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)

30. Pet Play (Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!reader)

31. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Three. (Vampire!King!Eddie x Princess!reader)

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biteofcherry · 10 months

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Bratty thot No9:

Use Ari's phone to text yourself with permission to do anything you want, then show him the message on your phone when he reprimands you for being bratty, proving that you've got permit from the boss.

#Eva's bratty thots #bratting away today #Ari Levinson x reader #Ari Levinson x you #Ari Levinson imagine

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔...𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌?

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!ari levinson x fem!pornstar!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Ari and you have been friends since before the Production was made, now you sleep with him regularly as a job with no feelings involved

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni., oral (f receiving), protected sex (pill), p in v – wrap it before you tap it, size kink, brat taming if you squint, choking a little, hair pulling, kinda praise kink

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is chaotic and it should be because the reader is chaotic and I hope this makes sense. If you’re only here for the smut, it's at the end. Follow @sstanhoe-updates and turn on notifications to always know when I post something!!! Reblog, comment and like!!!!

“You wanna do what?” you looked at your friends wide eyed. “Jellybean, we need the money to get through college and what better way than this!” Ari seemed to be very excited about the idea.

“Then go work at a restaurant or something!” His big hands took yours squeezing them, “jellybean no restaurant would give you such a salary and with the money we make we don’t need a student loan!” You watched Andy and Ari’s faces with furrowed brows.

“You do realise I’d have to sleep with you.” Andy who looked just as convinced of the idea as Ari grinned, “yes, we do, I mean we are friends so no feelings! Besides we wanted to ask Natasha for help.”

The way they acted and sounded it seemed like they had already figured everything out. Add to that they already counted in that you were a part of it.

“You Ari Levinson the man who wouldn’t let me go on a date with Chad because we had a horrible haircut in his eyes will let me fuck Andy – your best friend – on a regular basis and might even have a threesome. Also, there is a chance I’m gonna fuck Lloyd too….”

You watched Ari intensely as realisation downed on him, “oh, haven’t thought about that have you?” you mocked him with a smirk.

“I thought of that!” Andy chided in with pride, your heads turned to him making him continue. “We will use the traffic system, like green go, yellow slow down, red stop. Lloyd will do nothing you’re not comfortable with. Beforehand we will list your kinks to see what you will absolutely not do and so on.”

“As for the fucking together, I get that it will be weird however we are all friends! Meaning no feelings and after a while you will be used to it.” Andy really thought it through, and it made sense.

“Okay fine…what’s the payment mister know it all?” you asked with a raised chin. You were waiting to find a weak spot in this oh so great plan.

“It depends on the views of course but with normal clicks around 300 dollars-,” “in a month? That’s not very much.” Interrupting Andy with furrowed brows, a part in you was a little proud to have found a weakness.

“No, jellybean 300 dollars pro video we do. They should be at least ten minutes,” your eyes widen at his answer, mouth running dry. “300 dollars pro video?” you stammer repeating his words.

Ari nodded taking your hands in his, “will you be a part of this?” You were hesitating which was to be expected.

Making porn was a normal job like everything else but it was also weird. What if you developed feelings for each other? They said they wouldn’t, but sex always brings the feelings out. You needed to make a pro and con list, then you will decide.

“Maybe. I will make a pro/con list and then text in the group.” “If you say yes...Lloyd wants to rename it to corn stars, like the corn emoji and then stars the word.” Ari informed you at the mention of your group chat.

You rolled your eyes with a hint of playfulness you were annoyed but it was kinda funny and such a Lloyd thing to do. “Of course, he did,” you muttered shaking your head a little.

“Well, then good night…we will see you tomorrow,” Ari said nervously scratching the back of his neck. “You do realise we will see her in class today,” Andy cut in frowning at his friend who rolled his eyes in response, “yeah but what if she didn’t wanna come?” “Then she would probably tell you that she won’t come, you can’t just assume it.”

“Well, I just did Barber,” “oh god, are you serious?” a giggle rolled of your lips as you listened to their bickering.

“Enough you two, I need to make my list and you need to I don’t know anything so hush now,” you shooed them out of your flat with a smile. Ari raised his arms in an act of innocence as he stood up, Andy following him.

“I’m sorry we just dumped that on you,” “Andy there really is no way how you don’t dump it on anyone.” Andy mumbled a ‘right’ before following Ari out.

You sat back on the couch a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you let the events of the last fifteen minutes pass through you again. That lead you to grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen.

Taking a deep breath, you wrote down pro and contra. Now you had to think of things that would be against and for being a pornstar…,”okay. If I do it, then I would get a lot of money and it would easier to pay for the college but also, I only have like a year and a half left. However, I’m also in dept already meaning this way I could easily pay everything back!”

Quickly you wrote the things down, “now what else? Oh, well I would sleep with Ari, Andy and Lloyd which is not that bad actually. Like they’re hot but they’re my friends! Especially Ari but I always wanted to know what it was like to sleep with him, but what if feelings get involved? No why would we? We’re friends that won’t happen.”

Looking over your list you realised you had two points on the con and five on the pro. “I guess it’s decided, I mean there could be worse things than this right?” You shrugged not really able to believe that you were going to do that.

Grabbing your phone you opened the group chat, texting ‘okay, fine. I’m in.’. Immediately they boys responded, Lloyd renaming the chat, Ari texting he was relieved you agreed and Andy telling you he will give you the contracts at your class in an hour.

“Andy’s gonna make a great businessman well slash lawyer…,” you muttered.

Around an hour later you walked onto campus when suddenly an arm wrapped around your shoulders and pressed you against their chest.

“Hey there goldilocks,” Lloyd smirked at you, with a huff you softly nudged your elbow into his rips, “stop calling me that!” “Shouldn’t have worn the costume then…” “that was almost four years ago!” you argued with, but he just shrugged with an innocent smile.

“Anywayyyy goldilocks, now serious question. What do you think of my new group chat name?” His turned to face you studying your expression, nodding slightly you pressed your lips together.

“It’s definitely something, like you aren’t wrong but stars? We haven’t even done anything yet!” You chuckled at him while he shook his head in disagreement.

“Goldilocks we are gonna create an empire!” he said loudly making a wild gesture with his arm. “You’re pretty sure of yourself…”

“Why wouldn’t I be? The four of are the hottest people in this university and now imagine us fucking together! Andy the brain but sweet guy, bet he has a praise kink. Ari the gentle giant who looks like a rough guy, size kink just saying. And then there is me, Lloyd Hansen! I’ve got brain too however I’m also good for sex so it’s like a package deal, I have a thing for bdsm and some voyeurism.”

You had to take another breath after gathering all that information Lloyd gave you, wait what was bdsm?

“You don’t know bdsm?” “Shit did I say that out loud?” you cursed, Lloyd nodded with a grin. “Don’t worry I’ll give you a quick rundown-,” “but that will not be right now because we have class and remember the reason why we’re doing this!” A voice from the background said which belonged to Andy Barber.

The both of you turned around facing Ari and Andy, the lawyer to be promptly handing you a stock of papers. At your confused look he gave you a smile, “contract and list of kinks to know what you’re comfortable with.”

You nodded, you had feared that moment to be honest. It wasn’t like you had much experience on sex, yeah you have some, but they were always vanilla and nothing strange or wild.

“When do you need them back?” you ask looking up at him, “like next week Wednesday and when we’re all good we can start the following Monday.”

Swallowing you nodded again, today was Thursday which meant that it was only a week and a half away.

You needed to watch some porn – okay never thought I’d say that you thought.

The boys and you walked into the auditorium, sitting down on the last row.

While you should be listening to what the professor had to say the only thing on your mind was the kink list.

How were you supposed to know what you like and what not? Of course, you could research but Google couldn’t tell you if you liked to be choked. Yeah, some things you already know but with some not.

Ari noticed your thoughts drifting off, everytime you did your eyes fixed on a random point in the room while you rested your head on the back of your hand.

He wondered where your thoughts went this time although he had an idea. Ari understood your reaction because he had the same, Lloyd and Andy came around with the idea. Andy needed the money for his legal studies and Lloyd wanted to fuck in front of a camera.

It wasn’t like Ari didn’t have the same problems with money, but he had to admit the idea was crazy. As Lloyd and Andy gave him all the detail, he was impressed however still unsure. Not only did he show his whole body to the world, but he also fucked his friends which definitely had an impact on their relationship with one another.

After a they had explained everything, they came to the point where they had to ask you, you were the missing piece. While yes, they planned on asking Natasha, they didn’t trust anyone more than you.

Still Ari felt weird thinking about you like this, thinking of you naked, moaning his name. He would be lying if he said he didn’t think of you before, but he knew he shouldn’t and now?

The voice of the professor snapped you and Ari from your thoughts, “well then until tomorrow,” you muttered waving to your three friends giving them a smile.

They returned the smile and said their good nights before leaving too.

Back in your little apartment you read through the list Andy gave you and there were things you didn’t even know existed. “What the hell is a size kink? And brat taming, dumbification, manhandling and innocence? How can you get off on innocence?”

You had to get information, but from who? Lloyd would probably tease you, Andy was like a dad so it would be weird and that left Ari…”fuck it,” you whispered and took out your phone.

Ari picked up after the second ring, he didn’t even get to say hello before you started speaking. “What is a size kink?” Ari spit out his beer at your question, coughing loudly he asked “what?”

“Size kink, what’s a size kink?” Ari was at a loss of words, none coming past his lips. “Ari you still here?” “yeah-, yeah,” he stuttered.

“Well, a size kink is a sexual fetish that involves being attracted to noticeable differences in size between two partners. Genital size, hand size, height, weight, musculature etc. It can go any which way: the smaller person can have a distinct sexual preference for the larger person, vice versa, or both.”

You put the phone on speaker and laid it down on the table to take notes, “that sounds…wait do you have one? I think Lloyd mentioned something…,” you trailed off.

Ari on the other line had pearls of sweat running down his forehead, something about you asking and not knowing about kinks made him feel something.

“Okay, well moving on. Dumbification what’s that?” you went over to the next one, biting into your pencil.

The size kink did sound interesting, but you needed to experience it to know if you liked it or not. All the kinks you named and one or two others you were ready to try.

“Dumbification is the dumbing down of one’s intelligence. As a kink it would be making your partner seem “dumber” than they actually are.” Ari explained the next kink to you. That one you could have known yourself, you realized after hearing his definition.

“Isn’t that weird? Like come on, would you like it?” You questioned him and he got silent on the other end, “Oh! Don’t tell me you are! Ari you like to be called dumb?”

“No, Jellybean, I like to talk my partner down not myself...,” “like degrading but softer?” “you telling me you don’t know dumbification but degrading?”

“I- Well yeah but only because I uh, like it’s not my kink but I heard about it in- no at- no.” You stammered trying to find the right words. Ari on the other hand couldn’t hold back his laughter for once.

“Okay got it, next one idiot. I’ll give you a few right ahead. Brat taming, innocence, and manhandling.”

Ari sigh heavily as he heard about your next kinks you needed a definition of. “Remind me again why you couldn’t just google?” “What if an FBI is searching through my history? Besides I trust you.”

The confession that you trusted him caused a spark to erupt in his stomach, but you were his friend, so this was normal right?

“Fine, brat taming is within the BDSM culture, a brat tamer is a dominant who disciplines a naughty or disobedient submissive partner (also called a brat). This is a way for the dominant to regain power over the submissive if the submissive is not participating accordingly.”

Suddenly it was like a light went on above your head, Ari called you a brat a hundred of times when you were ‘misbehaving’. However, that didn’t mean he had a brat taming kink, though it did kinda turn you on thinking about it…no, no! You shouldn’t think about Ari that way.

“Innocence it’s like when your partner doesn’t know anything about sex or how to release themselves, their partner and so the other partner gets off on showing them. However, it could also apply on some certain things like kinks.”

“Lastly, manhandling is often bound with a size kink but basically it’s to physically dominate someone roughly and forcefully.” His explanation sounded appealing to you. You always had a little fantasy about having rough sex, but all the guys were being vanilla.

“Ari…how do I know what I like? I haven’t had sex like this before and while this all sounds interesting how do I know I actually like it?” You asked nervously.

He wished he could be by your side right now. Physically and not over the phone.

When he first started experience his sexuality he was alone wondering and questioning everything that came his way. Sometimes it was like no one wanted to tell him something and he decided to research on porn sites – which probably wasn’t the best idea, but it helped him get some skills.

But you didn’t have to go through that process, you had him after all and he could already be help to you which made him happy. Still, he wanted to help you more however the offer he could make you would sound absurd.

Ari takes a deep breath and a sip from his beer to build up a bit more confidence.

“If you want, I can help you find out. I mean we will probably sleep together anyway so why not try it out before? I would come over, show you what you want, and we can make some rules so you’re completely comfortable.”

You listened careful to Ari’s words it wasn’t a stupid idea however you weren’t sure if you should accept his offer. You trusted Ari fully meaning this wouldn’t be a problem, but he was also your friend…what if that destroyed your friendship? Though that wouldn’t matter because sooner or later you’d sleep with him anyway because of the production.

You wondered how much he was willing to try with you, “what would we do?”

Ari was taken back a little that you didn’t deny the idea immediately, “everything you want, sure if I wouldn’t like it then I probably won’t do it.”

Everything you wanted? There were a few thing besides the kinks you would try that no other had ever done with you, and you respected that Ari set a path to his boundaries.

“I could make you a list and send it over, that way you know what you know what you wanna do and what not.” You offered Ari as you grabbed you pen again to write down a few things for if Ari agreed to your proposition.

There really were a few things you never did or more like never had done to you. Sometimes college boys just weren’t as great as they were made to be and to be honest you were kinda embarrassed not having that much experience at 23 years.

When you had sex with boys, they thrusted their cocks inside you until they come and then as for foreplay it was mostly you sucking their cocks, they only rubbed your pussy as if they tried to warm their hands also, they never hit your g-spot or found the clit.

“I will send you a picture of the list right away,” you told him and snapped a pic of your list which included; size kink, dumbification, brat taming, manhandling, oral for the female partner and some more.

Ari on the other line was processing everything that happened in the last forty-five minutes. First, he explained to you kinks where some of them applied to him, too. Then, while explaining and hearing how you reacted, he got a little bit horny which he shouldn’t, you were one of his best friends after all. Lastly, he drunk enough to offer you something stupid but maybe also helpful and you accept that idea.

A second later, he got a notification that you sent him a picture. Reading through your list, he couldn’t believe no one had ever given you oral. Well, that was about to change.

“I’m okay with everything...if you want, we can start tomorrow evening or next week, give you time to prepare?” Ari muttered he didn’t want to put too much pressure on you. Although you told him you were okay with the idea, he knew you good enough to know that you would later lay in bed rethinking the whole conversation.

“We could start tomorrow,” you wanted to start as a early as possible – you might overthink that later tonight but it felt right at the moment.

“Then I will come over 8 tomorrow,” Ari trailed off to give a chance to change your mind. “8 it is, see you tomorrow!” With that you quickly hung up and released your breath which you unknowingly held.

Suddenly everything that happened crashed down on you. Falling back against the cushions of the couch you realised what Ari offered you which may could have been a bad idea. He was your friend after all, friends shouldn’t do things like that together.

Then yet again they also probably shouldn’t do porn together but here you are.

What if Ari didn’t like seeing you naked? What if he thought you were bad at sex or didn’t find you attractive? He had to find you attractive to do something like this though because if you didn’t find someone attractive you would never do it.

Wait did you find him attractive? Okay, stupid question Ari is hot and if he wasn’t your friend for so long you would have fucked him already.

However, it also takes a lot of courage to ask someone like Ari out. Women would probably kill for being in the same position as you.

You thought further down the future and realised another thing, you would also sleep with Andy and probably Lloyd. Huh, but a threesome with Andy and Ari as well as something with Lloyd? There could be worse.

You furrowed your brows. How much did you have to drink? Never would you have imagined that you would sit here on your couch thinking about sleeping with your friends. Before this incident you’ve never thought about your friends like this.

Thinking it was the best time to go to sleep you walked to your bedroom. You changed into an old shirt and took a sleeping pill. They were always a good choice when your mind wouldn’t keep quiet.

The next day you wouldn’t see Ari until your schedule meeting.

Friday was always a Lloyd and you day, while you two didn’t study the same your classes were the same. Lloyd always talked like a waterfall and yes that could be annoying, but you enjoyed it in a way.

The man talked in between classes, occasionally in the classes, over lunch and on the way to your apartment.

All of the other people at Harvard either hated Lloyd or were scared of him and that was boosting his ego immensely also a reason why he only had a few friends though Andy, Ari, and you were his closest.

Throughout the day Lloyd was talking your ear off on the new election for the President of the United States coming up. It was the most important topic in his politic class right now, well it should be as he was studying politics. His favourite part was complaining about Mitt Romney.

As the day came to an end your meeting with Ari came closer and closer. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You sat on your couch staring at the clock hanging on your wall while you fiddled with your fingers.

A knock on your door caused you to jump a little before racing to the door. Opening the door with a smile, “Hi,” you whispered as you met his ocean blue eyes, “Hey,” he copied.

You didn’t know why this was so awkward, you met plenty of times. Okay in the past you meet ups weren’t to have sex.

“Shall we talk about what you want to do today?” Ari came right down to business, nothing unusual. “Yeah, sure, of course. Where do you wanna do it?” The brunette took up on your nervousness and stepped inside putting an arm on your waist, “jellybean if you don’t want this then you can tell me….”

“Yes, Ari I do. I don’t want to be the only one not knowing anything and how can I give Andy that list when I don’t even know what I like,” you looked down not being able to meet his eyes.

Shaking his head, he moved his hand from your waist to your chin gently lifting your head.

“Jellybean, you don’t know nothing. You know things and it’s not a bad thing to have little experience, you’re only 23. No one said you had to, it’s normal.” Ari gave you comfort in ways no one else did, you felt save with him.

Wrapping your arms around his torso, “the only thing I ever did was suck dick, although someone did finger me…kind of, he rubbed it and well I think the longest time a guy lasted was three minutes,” you pressed your cheek against his chest.

Ari appreciated that you opened up to him, it was an important part in the future that awaited the both of you.

“Just know that whatever we’re about to do will be completely consensual and you can tell me everything, set your boundaries and I will do the same.” You nodded at Ari’s word, “then let’s do this,” you squeezed him before leading him to your bedroom.

With a cracked smile Ari followed you, he was just as nervous as you but tried to not let you catch on it.

“What do you want to start with?” “Uh, I don’t know maybe foreplay?” A sinister glint crossed Ari’s eyes, something you’ve never seen before but it made a tingle erupt in your stomache.

Ari pushed you down on the bed, his hands roaming down your body. “You wearing that pretty little dress for me? Wanted to be ready for me, like a good little girl.” He pushed the dress over your hips revealing your red lace panties, Ari’s mouth began to water at the sight of you.

His hand gently trailed up your thighs causing a shiver to run down your body. Pressing light kisses against your flesh which until he was eye to eye with your pussy.

One of his hands stroked over your clothed cunt, a shaky breath escaped your lips. Ari pulled your panties down and let out a groan when he saw your glistening cunt. “Look atcha already wet for me…,” his fingers dipped inside your hole, slowly he made his way deep into your spongy walls.

You squeezed your eyes together in a desperate call for more. Ari’s rough, thick finger felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. Rolling your hips slightly up you catched his attention and he gave you a smirk.

“What is it jellybean, do you need more? Aw but I gotta stretch you, look at how tight you already are for me with just one finger…imagine how hard it’s going to be getting my fat cock inside you.”

Ari was the devil in disguise, never had you imagined such filthy words from his mouth but what you didn’t know at this point was that he would get a lot filthier.

He slowly pulled his finger out and added another provoking you to press your walls together around them. A strained moan flew from your lips as Ari curled his fingers inside you.

“Let’s see what other sounds you can make jellybean,” he said before leaning his head down, his tongue darting out to your clit. “Fuck!” You cursed as he hit your bundle of nerves and curled his fingers at the same time. Never had you felt such a bliss before.

“Shh, good girls don’t swear do they?” You tried nodding your head at Ari’s question because you knew you wouldn’t be able to form a logical sentence.

A light slap against you thigh made you look down to Ari, “what, does a little fingering and my tongue make you already stupid? When I ask you a question you answerd it, jellybean this is all for you. Everything I do is for you, and I need your voice, I need you to speak can you do that for me?”

Taking a deep yet again shaky breath you opened your mouth, “ye…yes I c…can.” Ari gave you a proud smile, “good girl, but no you’re not a good girl….” That’s what he wanted, you missed his first question.

“No…th...ey don…don’t.” Ari’s other hand cupped your face, so big your head almost looked small.

With a satisfied grin Ari leaned back down, his fingers went back to curling inside you hitting a soft, sensitive spot over and over again while his tongue devoured your clit.

A tight bundle formed in your stomach that you knew all too well. Ari had realised how close you were as you squeezed your eyes shut and started to breath more unsteady with high-pitched moans coming from you everytime he hit a certain spot.

Lifting his head once again but keeping his fingers moving, he towered over you. Ari couldn’t wait to see how you looked coming on his fingers and tongue.

“Go on, come for me. Be my good girl again and come for me, let everyone know who makes you feel this good,” he said in a husky whisper against the shell of your ear.

The bundle snapped and you released a pornographic moan as your orgasm hit you.

“Ari, Ari, my god, Ari...that,” you panted as you cake down from your high. “I take it you like foreplay and praise?” He asked with a cocky grin. Reaching up you chained your arms around his neck, “I want more! Ari this was the best orgasm I ever had I want to try something else!” You felt pure excitement.

The man towering over you was taken back by your enthusiasm. He didn’t want to hurt you but he also couldn’t say no to you.

“What do you want to try Jellybean?” “Size, you’re so big, please do the size kink with me. Please, will you do it with me?” You whined almost pathetically. If Ari’s cock wasn’t already hard the moment, he started pleasuring you he definitely was now.

“Fine but don’t be mad at me that you’re sore tomorrow.” He stated and retreated to his full size standing up to unbuckle his belt.

“You’re gonna uh go right in there?” you mumbled causing Ari to chuckle at your big eyes. “Jellybean my cock is too big for me to just go in that tight little cunt.” Pulling down his trousers and boxers his cock sprang free, the tip hitting his lower stomach.

My god is he big and thick you thought. He was the biggest you ever had.

His shirt followed suit revealing his perfectly toned chest, sculptured like a god and god if you didn’t wanna run your hand over his chest....

Kneeling down Ari was again eye to eye with your juicy cunt. His two fingers entered you, sliding right in, “fuck jellybean, my fat cock could just slide right in there couldn’t it? So, fucking wet and that all for me.”

“All for you Ari,” you said in a strained voice as Ari finger editing you in a slow pace. It was tortures, it gave you pleasure but not enough to satisfy you.

A whine from you caused Ari to look up at you with a teasing smile, “jellybean I know you want more but we gotta prepare you or are you too dumb to understand it? Do I have to repeat myself again?”

Right, you remembered he said something like this, but it was all a little foggy. However, you never really believed things like this because why shouldn’t it fit? If a woman could press a baby out of her womb, then she could surely fit a cock. How wrong you were.

“No, Ari you don’t,” you quickly said as he almost stopped his movements. Then he lifted his upper body above you.

His hand retreated from your leaking cunt in response you bucked your hips up in hopes to get some kind of fraction. Ari made a ‘tsk’ sound and held your pelvis down easily. The hand which had fingered you prior now fisted his cock.

“Think you can fit my thick cock inside your little pussy? Think you can take my big cock like the good little girl you are?” Nodding desperatly you wanted nothing more than him.

Ari pumped himself before lining himself up with your entrance, barley having the mushroom formed head inside you let out a moan followed by a breathless ‘oh god’. Ari continued slowly pushing in until he couldn’t.

“Oh, my Ari…see that wasn’t so hard. I can adjust perfectly to you…,” you told him with a dreamy smile feeling full.

Leaning down to your ear he whispered, “little jellybean, I’m only halfway in and you’re squeezing me so tight that I can’t move.” Your eyes widened at the information, head shooting up you bumped against Ari’s causing you both to groan at the sting. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” “it’s fine jellybean.”

“Are you sure you’re, okay?” you asked again though it might have hurt you more than him. Ari cracked a laugh and cupped your head in his giant hand.

“Yeah, don’t worry I’m,” he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, he always did. Praising you when you passed a test with almost no mistakes, saying how good your cooking was or how proud he was you at least tried to cook.

It didn’t matter what you did, Ari always found a way to compliment and praise you.

“I hope it won’t bruise...,” “jellybean it was only a bump don’t worry you pretty little head. How about we get back to this,” as the word left his mouth, he rolled his hips against yours. A loud wanton moan broke from you lips as he pushed more of his cock inside you.

“God, you’re so tight jellybean. Still sure you can fit me?” you weren’t able to answer him as you were still adjusting to his size. “My fingers barley fit how do you expect my cock to fit?” Why was he like this now of all times.

He wasn’t moving at all but you needed him to. “Ari, I swear to god if you don’t fucking move, I’m going to do it myself!”

That was it. That’s what Ari was waiting for. You were everything but patient and if it didn’t go immediately like you wanted then you would turn into a brat. Well now you could also dip into a bit of brat taming.

Closing his hand around your throat he pushed himself inside you completely. Your eyes widened and a loud scream ripped through the room.

“You want to take me? Well then take it. You wanna act up like this then so be it but don’t say I didn’t warn you...or is your little brain ready to fucked out from my big cock filling this little pussy up so well?”

You were at a loss of words, your brain filled with nothing but the feeling of being stuffed by his cock. Ari was right the only thing in your brain left was his cock. The tip of his head hit the soft spot that pulled a sound from you, you thought you weren’t capable of, a high pitched, needy moan.

Ari picked up his pace, he went crazy over the way your walls squeezed him. You fitted him like a glove.

“Squeeze me, come on! Let me feel the way you squeeze my cock.” Your hands reached up into his hair for support gripping the roots tightly. Doing as told Air rutted into you like an Alpha in heat.

The tight knot in your stomach began forming again, Ari felt you pressing him tighter and realised how close you were. “Come.” That one word worked like magic.

You came, pulling on his hair again ripping a load groan from him in the process. Only seconds later Ari emptied his seed inside you, painting your walls white. You didn’t want him to pull out, it felt so good the feeling of fullness.

Ari sank down your chest, that was when he realised you were still wearing the dress. “Didn’t even get the chance to rip it off.” He muttered.

With a chuckle you stroked through his hair, “you better not its one of my favourites!” With a smile Ari closed his eyes, enjoying the moment as a comfortable silence fell over the both of you.

“So, this was a size kink?” You question after a while combing through his hair. “It was a light dip into it, not the full thing. We also did a tiny teeny bit of brat taming.” This was only a litter size kink? You were already exhausted after this, but you did have foreplay but then you also need foreplay but what of you mixed it with other kinks.

“I liked it,” was the only thing you said as you closed your eyes, “let’s do it again.” This being the last thing you said before sleep overcome you.

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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🎭⌎ 𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Ari Levinson x omega activist!reader (dark A/B/O college AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes/elements, A/B/O dynamics, 6’8” Ari, DARK!Ari, mean!Ari, manipulation, assault, some soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), breeding programs (heavily mentioned), omegas aren’t treated fairly, sexual tension, SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON, coercion, blackmail, college parties, size difference, major power imbalance, breeding kink, possessive & obsessive behaviour, jealousy, specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Being an omega made you a victim to cruel destinies, trapped in roles designed to keep you submissive and quiet. Alphas have been on their shiny, golden pedestals for far too long and the world needed to change, and if it had to start with you at a college notorious for being ruled by alphas, then so be it.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | n/a

𝗔/𝗡 | welcome to the Ari spin-off of 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 ! once again, I don’t know much about frats, but i’m trying. ari’s backstory will be explained in this fic, so you don’t have to read Steve’s but i would recommend it to set the scene !! this verse is quite big !! no update schedule. No gifs/photos belong to me, all credits go to the original creators. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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Underneath the City Lights, Part 3

Summary: It’s time for Ari to move

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, attempted non/con, physical abuse against reader, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.1K

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��And if you gentleman head this way,” Calvin leads a new group of investors to the club down the hallway, and towards the dressing rooms. “If we’re lucky we may hear our Candy Jane practicing. She should have a grand performance for you tonight. Completely…nude.”

Calvin fights himself to not be disgusted at the thought of you being nude, but you were being put up for auction tonight, even if you didn’t know it. Ari wanted to act like he had some grand claim on you, but Calvin would make it near impossible for Ari to pay if he had to. He was getting tired of the two of your games. There was something more going on, and he was going to put an end to it.

“What was that?” The businessman stops when a woman screams out, followed by the sound of broken glass. “What sort of business are you running here, Newton?”

“The one where the clients get everything they want. No matter what. Some people like things a bit rough. They enjoy their brats from time to time,” he awkwardly laughs, hearing another scream, this time from you. “Anyways, I think it’s time to get you men in your seats. Charles, make sure these gentlemen have the best seats in the house.”

Taking a deep breath, he waits for Charles to lead them down the hall before he heads towards your dressing room. Slinging the door open right as August backhands you across the face. Rita lays on the floor out cold, “What the fuck?”

“Calvin! Calvin, please I didn’t do anything!” Talking back receives a grab to your arm. His fingers dig into you as he jerks you to his body. “Calvin!”

“Shut the fuck up you fucking cunt! Your brother told me you were my problem to deal with,” your stupid brother backs himself out of your dressing room, leaving you to feel with August’s wrath. “Like I said. You want to be a fucking whore, I’ll treat you like one.”

When you scream no at him, he pushes you into the wall. Starting to stalk towards you, while you cower in the corner; pissed and scared at the predicament that you’re in. This isn’t at all what you signed up for. This isn’t what your father or mother would have wanted, and your brother didn’t even care. He was a coward.

“You,” Calvin snaps at a woman that was walking down the hall, flinching when she hears you cry out for help. “Let the DJ know that Candy Jane won’t be performing tonight.”

“Sir?” Gasping when she hears you cry out in pain.

“She’s getting what is coming to her. And if you were smart, you’d forget you heard anything,” he straightens his tie out, walking down the hall. He did tell August that you were his problem, but that doesn’t mean he had to listen to it. He had a goal, and that was to destroy Ari Levinson and his fucking mafia. Stealing from his family for years. Paying their dues. They didn’t need Ari.

“What the fuck is this?” Ari sits up, eyes flitting around the stage. This was your spot, but that was not you. “Jonathan, we have a problem.”

“I see that,” he snaps his fingers at the nearest waitress, and she bounces over to them. Batting her lashes at Ari, anything for extra tips. “Where’s the Candy girl?”

“Uh…she…sh-sh-she can’t perform,” she was told to forget what happened, and that’s what she should do.

“Why?” Ari growls out, standing up, and she backs away from him. “You tell me where she is, and I’ll make sure you never have to work another day here in your life.”

“August,” she squeaks out. Tears falling down her face. “She was screaming, and Calvin told me to forget. I’m sorry. I know she’s your favorite, but they’re…August wants her.”

“Pay her,” Ari demands, darting off towards the dressing rooms. He has studied The Dirty Martini enough. He doesn’t stop even when people start yelling at him. You had given him valuable information, and he was going to make sure that you were kept safe. Tonight was the night anyway. The jet was ready. All he needed was you in it.

It’s easy enough to find your dressing room with your piercing screams. The hallway was completely empty. Everyone was fleeing away from your cries for help. “You fucking bitch! Not only have you been stealing money, but that prick promises you a ride on his dick, and you start running your cock sucking mouth.”

“August stop!” One more scream, and he slams your head on the vanity, and your vision starts to blur. “Please, don’t,” whimpering as he kicks your legs further apart. “Don’t,” between the stars in your eyes, and your tears, you can’t see anything. With one hand, August holds you down, but he spits in the other. Your body starts shaking with your cries as you try to take your mind anywhere but here.

August never touches you, and your body does drop down on the floor. You scurry underneath the dressing table, hiding from whatever commotion is occurring around you. Pulling your knees up to your chest and hiding your face while Ari pounds into August’s skull. You look over at Rita who you just know is dead. You can’t see clearly enough to see if she was breathing.

Ari spits on August, and turns towards you. Holding you bridal style, and carrying you out of there, “Rita.”

“Dulce, I’m not worried about her right, sweetheart. Can you see?” Sniffling, you shake your head no. “I’m getting you out of here. Just keep those pretty little eyes open, and look at me,” your face is already forming bruises. Swelling every second. And Ari runs a bit faster. He needs you out of here. Things happen so quickly as he carries you through the building. You couldn’t even tell he was running.

He puts the both of you in the backseat of an SUV, and tells something to his partner, but you cling tighter to him. Your brother was allowing that monster to touch you in any way that he wanted. And August kept repeating how he was going to break you in.

“Dulce, eyes open, darling. We’re getting on the jet.”

“No. Rita,” you need to know she’s okay. Your eyes start to flutter close, and Ari gives you a tap to your cheek. “Ari?”

“Jonathan when we take off, I want you to make sure that Rita is the next one to be retrieved…well…just let me know what you find out. I’m going off grid for a couple of days,” Jonathan clears his throat as Ari gets the two of you out of the car. “I have to make sure she’s okay. Is there a doctor on board?”

“Yes,” Jonathan answers shortly. There isn’t time for Ari to be missing for a couple of days. He had a job to do.

“A couple of days. Give me that,” with that Ari walks the two of you onto the jet. Trying to sit you in your own seat, but you hold him tighter, “Dulce, I need someone to look at you.”

“Don’t leave me, please,” his hand cups your cheek, and he looks at you so sweetly. “Please, don’t,” whispering again. Ari’s glassy eyes look up at the doctor. He couldn’t. You need to be checked out.

“Ari, I can look at her while you hold her. No big deal,” she tilts your head towards her, shining a light into your eyes, and you try not to sob. Calvin allowed this. “Other than what I see, did he hurt you anywhere else?” You shake your head, and squeeze tighter to Ari. “Sweetheart, do you need Ari to leave?”

“No!” The idea of Ari’s skin not touching yours makes your body start to shake uncontrollably, and he pulls you closer to his body.

“Look at me, did he touch you? Did…did he…”

“No, Angie. I walked in before he was able to,” a kiss. The softest kiss is pressed on your temple. Slowly your breathing regulates, and the tenseness in your body starts to subside.

“Is that true?” Her voice was soft, and reminded you so much of your mother’s. “Honey, no one here will judge you. I just need to know.”

“No. He didn’t. Ari?”

“I’m right here. Can you give her something for the pain? Anything?”

Answering yes, she gets out of her seat, fetching her bag when she comes back, “Now, after your adrenaline has calmed down, I need you to get checked out again. Where you’re going, someone will know how to get in touch with someone to help. I fear that you may have fractures. I’m giving you a fake passport, and ID. Ari will be listed as your emergency contact, but try not to get lost. Your bruises are deep. But you survived.”

Ari softly lays you in a warm bed, walking over to a dresser, he pulls out a few things before heading back to you, “Dulce, sit up, darling,” you sit up, and he pushes back the robe off your body. Replacing it with a silk nightgown. His hands never touch your skin, but he is sure to pull it completely down your body.

“I’m going to lay you back down, and change your panties, okay?” Your eyes finally give up their fight, and start closing as you lean back. “Good girl,” Ari whispers gently. Every touch on you is with so much care. And then a thick duvet is pulled over your body, followed by a kiss to your temple.

Sleep starts to overtake you, and your body feels as if it weighs five thousand pounds. Stuck to the bed, and unable to move. It’s strangling. Voices. So many voices. Hands. Rough hands all over you. Blinding lights. Piercing pain. Blurry vision. Grunts. Force.

You jolt up in bed sweating, heaving as you look around you. You had never been here. Your body is so sore, and you have no idea where you are. “Ari,” you whisper. He had been with you. He saved you. Throwing off the heavy blanket, you start tiptoeing out the room you are in. Listening for voices, but there is none.

Your eyes look up and down the hallway, and only one door has a faint glow under it. It was worth the shot. Opening up the door you see his handsome face, sleeping calmly. His bed was bigger, and you didn’t want to be alone.

As you lift up the blanket, Ari sits up abruptly, eyes wide staring at you. A hand under his pillow, and you gaze at him owlishly, “Dulce, what are you doing?”

“I was having nightmares.”

“I should have figured. Here,” he opens the blanket, you and get a quick glance at his body. Gulping as you try and get comfortable. “What’s wrong?” He asks when you try to twitch around. “Darling?��

“Can you hold me?” He hesitates, and you know why. There will be nothing that separates him from you. He is completely nude, but he still pulls you flush with his body, and you start relaxing. “Thank you. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Get some sleep.”

Sleep. Would it ever be comfortable again? Before it was a way to escape your life. Now it was haunting. And every time that you feel August you wake up to Ari’s hands. His touch is gentle, and not demanding. It is soft and caring. Protective. Comfortable.

“Ari,” you whimper, spreading your legs a bit. It was stupid, but you think maybe if you had sex with Ari you would quit having visions of August trying to take. It didn’t make sense, and made total sense all the same, “Ari.”

“Dulce,” Ari responds, with less enthusiasm. Sitting up in the bed, and slinging his feet over the edge, opposite of you. His arms go above his head as he stretches out, yawning a bit. Standing to walk over to the closet, pulling out some clothes, and tugs them on, “You just going to stare at me, or are you going to get dressed? You remember where your room is?”

“Yeah, but,” you try to act sexy, biting at your lip. Already cursing yourself for trying. Ari does smirk at you, but shakes his head. “But…”

“Get dressed. I want to introduce to you my favorite woman in the world.”

Woman? Woman? What was his deal? You get out of the bed, and stomp back to your room. The nightgown definitely covered enough. But you were told to get dressed. Get dressed. Rolling your eyes you open the closet, and pull out the first dress you touch. He had a closet full of clothes for you. He slept in the bed naked with you, and he had a woman.

His favorite woman in the world. His dick was touching the back of your legs just now, and he had a woman. In this house? Or was he keeping you away from her home? Of all the stupid things, you trusted Ari with more than just your life. You were acting like a child. A fool. And one stupid enough to believe that you were a woman in his life.

“Are you decent?” Ari knocks softly on the door.

“Yes,” your answer is short, but Ari still smiles. “Where are we?”

“Tuscan,” well, he was full of words this morning. Get dressed. Meet my favorite woman in the world. Are you decent? Tuscan. You feel this rage of jealousy build up inside of you, and for what? Ari didn’t promise you anything. Nothing.

“Here she is,” he says brightly, giving a big hug to an old woman, “Dulce, this is Nonna. Nonna, this is…”

“Dulce Newton,” her smile is so large, her eyes completely close. Crinkles move over her skin, and you look at Ari confused. “I was the one that gave you that nickname. You were always so sweet. Followed Ari around like a lost little puppy. Sit down. I made breakfast. Got you some nice coffee, maybe it’ll help your throat. I trust the closet is good for you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ari pulls out a chair for you to sit in before he sits down beside you, demanding that Nonna sit down as well. “I don’t understand.”

“What is there to understand? You are here, as am I. I made breakfast, and coffee. Drink. Eat. Later you can go out in the vineyard. Go to the edge, look out at the ocean. Travel down to the docks. Stay away from too many people. Is that all the words, figlio? Ari has so many rules for me, and now you have them, too.”

“And you’re still alive, and living your dream on a vineyard,” he pulls his phone out of his pocket, giving it a glance over before his chair screeches on the floor.

“No!” Nonna shouts pointing at him. “You eat. Then leave,” you turn to look at him, fear laced in your eyes, and Ari places a calming hand on your thigh. “No point in arguing. Duty calls, but he will eat.”

“Dulc, I have some things I need to attend to. I’ll only be away for a few days, and then I’ll be back, and we will discuss what is going on. I pissed a lot of people off.”

“Language,” Nonna scolds him, taking a sip of her coffee. “I know you are a brute, but at this table, you will be respectful. Especially in front of Dulce.”

“Yes, ma’am,” his hand never leaves your thigh, but not much else is discussed. There isn’t much use. Nobody tells Ari what he is going to do. You just do it. You just do as you are told.

Ari stands up abruptly, and walks over to kiss Nonna’s cheeks, before he’s back in front of you. A soft kiss to your temple, just like the one the night before, “I will be back in a few days. I have things I have to take care of, and I need you here, and away from everything. Nonna knows the drill. Trust her. I”ll be back. Take care.”

He places another kiss on your temple before turning to leave. “There’s no point in worrying about this. But you seemed a bit upset. He called me his favorite woman again, didn't he?” You sit in silence, trying to work through your emotions. It had been a long night. And you have conflicting feelings.

“Hmm, how did you sleep? Considering your bed was empty.”

“I slept with Ari.”

“Sleeping slept, or the sexy slept?”

“He wouldn’t,” it wasn’t a lack of trying on your part. You guess that outside of the club, you are nothing to Ari.

“Good. Judging by those bruises on your face, neck, wrists, and I’m sure other places the last thing you need is sex. Ari’s a good man. If you didn’t mean anything to him, you wouldn’t be here. And he would have had sex with you. He can have sex with whoever he wants, but the ones he holds out on mean more than just a good lay,” she reaches across the table to hold onto your hand, and then stands carrying dishes to the sink, and you catch a glimpse behind her ear.

You don’t say anything, just tuck your legs up against your chest. Thinking.

“I don’t expect you to always talk, but you should always listen. You had a traumatic evening I gathered. Your brother is running your dad’s business to the ground. I’ve heard stories. The day Ari had someone bring in loads of clothes here for you. No one ever comes here. No one even knows this place exists except the people that were here, and two others. The one that brought your clothes, well she’s the only one that visits regularly.”

You look out the kitchen window. Sprawling vineyards cover the backyard. This is a piece of paradise. “Yeah, but if it’s Ari’s house, people will know. It can’t stay hidden for long.”

“It’s mine. Ari might have paid for it, but this is mine. It’s too big, but that’s how he is. He likes things to be grand, and make a statement,” she tucks a wisp of hair behid her ear, causing even more attention to that spot, and you can’t help but stare at it. “I wasn’t so different from you. Ari’s grandfather saved me. I was branded like cattle. Looks like you're branded in bruises. Did he touch you?”

You swallow bile as tears immediately cascade down your face. Shaking your head no. You knew what she meant. August didn’t get the chance. “He was going to though?” The tears come more rapidly, and Nonna moves to sit down beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, and pulling you into her. “There, there. You not only survived, but now you get to live.”

“I think he killed my friend. She wasn’t breathing,” Rita stepped in to protect you, and received a vase of flowers to the back of her head before August head butted her. “Ari left her.”

“Ari’s goal was to get you out of there. You’re of no value dead.”

“I gave him just a bit of information.”

“No. He wouldn’t have allowed you to sleep in his bed. My boy sleeps naked. If you were just information he would have fucked you. He wouldn’t have come back after you gave him the information. He’s a smart man, sweet Dulce. He came back for you, not the information. He left I’m sure for some unfinished business. Maybe to check on your friend. But there’s no point in crying over Ari’s business. You get used to the men going away. Coming back bearing gifts to apologize. They live hard lives, and want something soft to come home to. You’re safe here, but stay away from large crowds. Don’t leave the property until your bruises are healed. People ask too many questions, and you will lead them right to our sanctuary.”

“I didn’t want to be a part of this life,” Nonna kisses the top of your head, and stands up, heading back to the sink.

“You being here means you’re not a part of that life. If you were a part of it, Ari would have you on his arm. Showing off what he has that no one else does. He brought you here to give you a different life than the mafia games, and dealing in drugs and pussy. And you know it’s true. You’re not in that life. You’re in his. Why don’t you walk through the vines. They’re quite calming. Later, I can show you the wine cellar. Ari loves his wine. It’d be a shame to not have that pretty dress blowing in the wind. Heaven knows how much he spent on those clothes.”

Her weathered hands start scrubbing the breakfast dishes, and you stare at her burned skin a bit longer. She was owned, and someone had wanted everyone to know who owned her. “I didn’t know Ari was Italian.”

“He’s not. I am. His grandfather and I were never married. Never were lovers, but best friends.”

“He rescued you, and…”

“His grandfather and him are not the same person, Dulce. You still have that crush on my boy?” You shrug your shoulders, because you weren’t quite sure what you thought of Ari. There was a raw attraction to him, but to say that you wanted anything more than sexual comfort was silly.

“Hmm. Enjoy the sun, Dulce. Enjoy being able to get out and have some freedom. I’m sure that they kept you hidden and locked up. Controlled your outfits, your hair, makeup, even the way your body looked. This is your life now. Live it.”

“What you said earlier,” Nonna turns to look at you, giving you her undivided attention. There is something that has been bothering you. “Ari and I…we…he bought a private room to be with me. So I am…I’m just sex for him.”

“Mmm,” she takes a deep breath as she wipes her hands on her apron. Moving to sit at the table with you, “Isn’t that private room where you were able to give Ari some valuable information about your brother’s plans?”

“Well, yeah, but…it wasn't’ sex, but…”

“You mean, you were being a smart woman. Getting some enjoyment, while you gave him a bit of information while the cameras were on. They only caught you and Ari having some pleasures of the flesh. Dulce, I meant what I said. That was a different instance. What happened before is not now. You did what you had to do to get out of there. And when I tell you that you are more than just the wet cunt in between your thighs, it’s what I meant. I don’t — I don’t play games with you or my boy’s mafia. I know him. I half raised that man. He values you far more than you’re giving yourself credit for. So what if he tasted or felt your warmth. Things are at play. It’s best you keep your head down and stop worrying about what these boys are doing to keep their territories in check. It won't’ be long. Calvin and August will not overturn Ari’s power. Now, go enjoy your freedom.”

Squinting out at the horizon of the ocean, you watch as a few boats float into the dock. You still hadn’t gathered the courage to leave the property, but there is something so serene about watching the boats. The salty air hangs thick in the air, and the sun paints across your cheeks. The bruises had since faded, but the pain was still there.

A few days had turned into a couple of weeks, and there was no word from Ari. Nonna told you there wouldn’t be. He didn’t call here. He just appeared, and would leave again. You bring your knees up to your chest, circling your arms around them. This became your stance. No one else was here to hold you, so you hold yourself.

Things at the little countryside home were peaceful. And most impostly free. Free from your brother and August. Free from being put on stage as a naked dancing bear. Unfortunately it was also free of Ari. He lied. He didn’t return, and left no word for you to know if everything is okay or if he is even alive.

He didn’t get to see you in the kitchen with Nonna as she taught you to cook and bake her favorite foods. He never saw you mess up your bed, only to sneak into his bedroom every night. Making the bed again before Nonna woke, while you pretend that you had slept in your room. He didn’t know that you had sprayed his cologne on his pillows and your nightgowns to help you sleep. He definitely didn’t know that you sat at the edge of the property watching the boats and tide come in; listening to the seagulls caw, and hope that one day he would come back to you.

You were free from being property to whatever man paid enough. But you were trapped here longing for his return. Wondering. Worrying. Waiting. And every day that passed was another day of disappointment.

Ari steps into the kitchen. Could already smell Nonna preparing something for dinner. He says out her name, alerting her of his arrival and hopefully you as well. She gives him a swat to his arm glaring, “How dare you, Ari Levinson.”

“What did I do?”

“A few days.”

“It’s business, and you know it’s never a few days,” he apologizes as his eyes move to the smaller set of stairs. Not nearly as grand as the one in the front of the house. “Is she napping?”

“She’s where she always is, sitting and waiting on you. A stupid man with his stupid lies. Telling me a few days in one thing, telling a girl who trauma bonded with you is another. Stupid man. You’re smart enough to not sleep with the girl, and still too dumb to realize she needs her savior. You can allow your second to deal with some things while you get her settled.”

“She told you I didn’t sleep with her?” Nonna starts cursing at him in Italian, and Ari sits at the table, letting her berate him. “Nonna, I didn’t sleep with her because…”

“You like the girl. That’s why you couldn’t. You have this protective hold over her. You want to make sweet love with her in your mind, and your body is ready to devour her.”

“You gotta stop reading those trash books.”

“You like her, and she likes you. She did before that night, and then you stepped in and saved her. You told me she held onto you the whole flight here, and then you think you can just leave, you stupid man. Aye yi yi. What am I going to do with you two?” She starts talking to herself in her mother tongue, and Ari tries to piece together what she’s saying before interrupting.

“Taylor was missing,” Nonna stops talking quickly, and slowly sits down at the table. “We located her, and she is recovering from her injuries. Ready to tear me a new one because she doesn’t like outsiders involved. I couldn’t put my second in charge because I didn’t have a second. This is bigger than expected.”

“Hmm,” is all Nonna says as she goes back to her cooking. Ari hopes for her to respond to more, but she doesn’t. She starts humming a song that you had been singing, ignoring Ari.

“Are you going to tell me where she is?”

“Look out the window. Take that basket. I was going to take her some lunch, and now you can. Grab a bottle of wine,” Ari stands at the double doors, watching you. You looked peaceful, but sad. One of the many dresses that he bought you billows in the wind. “She sits there everyday. Looking out at the ocean, and waiting on you. Your sister is at the restaurant. She sounded angry. Maybe because her wife was missing?”

“I don’t care. Taylor has been located. I’ll visit with Leah later,” he grabs a bottle of wine from the cabinet, and the basket of lunch. Jauntily walking out to you. It had been far too long. This week was shaping up to be a bunch of women angry with him.

“Dulce.”

“Go away,” you answer coldly. You didn’t want to look at him. Looking at him hurt.

“Dulce, let me explain.”

“A few days, Ari. You were gone for nineteen days. Maybe next time you can tell me your definition of a few days is,” he joins you on your blanket. Leaning forward, he tries to get your attention, but instead you turn your head up and away from him. “I wait here everyday for you to return.”

“I’m here now.”

“I won’t be stuck here and be lied to about how long you’re going to be gone. I deserve to know where you are. How you are, and how much longer you are going to be. You come here with…with a picnic basket and wine, and you want me to just open up my arms and let you back in, and I…I worried about you everyday.”

“I know. And I am sorry, I truly am,” reaching for your hand, you flinch away, and he stops. Letting his hand rest on his own thigh. “I ran into some problems. My second in command was missing. She had to be located. She has been, she is now in charge for at least a week.”

“She?”

“My sister’s wife. Leah didn’t want to have anything to do with our world, but she fell in love with a girl that did. I wasn’t just locating my second in command. I was locating my sister-in-law. She is now safe, and recovering from minor injuries, and before you ask, it had nothing to do with The Dirty Martini. That is something entirely separate. Jonathan got Rita out of the club, and she’s…she suffered from injuries, and is in a completely different safe house. No one knows about this place. And I will continue to keep it that way. You got jealous when I mentioned my second was a she.”

You protest by shaking your head. Laying your hand on the blanket, you are not as angry now, and long for his touch. Even if he thinks you were jealous. You are not. It’s just insulting to think he was looking for a woman, while you are here. And even thinking it makes you realize how ridiculous you’re being. “Yeah, you were. What is there to be jealous of?”

“You…I…Ari, this is complicated.”

“No it’s not.”

“I offered to have sex with you, and you denied me. But at the club you…”

“I touched you, and tasted you, yes. I played my part just like you did,” he almost gets a chance to lay his hand on top of yours, but instead you cross your arms. “Dulce, please, stop. What happened in that private room, with cameras you can not bring out here.”

“You know what I taste like.”

“What is your point?” You will not answer. He is being an ass. Two can play that game. “That room was for you to survive. We did what we had to do for you to exchange information.”

“You enjoyed it.”

“If I recall, as did you.”

“Ugh,” you scoff, completely turning your body to where your back is facing him. “You paid for me before knowing who I was or what information I had to offer. You used me.”

“We used each other.”

“You…you had your fingers inside of me.”

“And they slipped in easily, because you were soaked.”

“You’re a pig,” this shouldn’t hurt so much. Clearly he is just a client. You can not get attached because you are nothing more than entertainment to him.

“And you were playing the part of a paid for whore. You’re not in there and I will not treat you as a paid companion now. Do you understand?” You slowly and dramatically exhale, and it only irritates Ari even more, “Do you understand? I am not paying for your time. I don’t need you grinding on my lap, and fucking my fingers, while you whisper how your brother and August have this half baked plan to overthrow my family. Dulce, no matter what you think, me not fucking you is being respectful. What do you want me to do? Lay you down flat on this blanket, and pull your dress up, railing into you?”

“I want you to want to do that.”

“Oh my god! I do want to do that!” You glance over your shoulder looking at him. His outburst is not at all what you had been expecting. “The only thing I have thought about every night as I was fucking my hand was sinking into you. But I don’t want just sex with you. You get it now? I brought you here to my family. Not my mafia family, but my favorite protected people. If you were only as good as the information you gave me, you would be in an actual safe house instead of my Nonna’s home. I chose this place because I wanted you more than just safety. Now, turn around, and have lunch with me, and quit practically begging me to fuck you. It just may happen, but it’s not going to happen right now.”

You do turn around, but you still don’t look at him. You still don’t say anything, just grab the picnic basket and pull out two plates. Laying out some cheese, grapes, and bread while Ari fills wine glasses. “You’re not going to talk to me, hmm?”

“I am still mad at you.”

“Be mad at me, but you could at least smile.”

“Can I sleep in the bed with you?”

“I sleep naked.”

“Then you better have the resistance of the strongest man alive because I already sleep in there every night. That is my bed. You can continue to sleep naked,” and you preferred that.

“I’ll be late,” it is already starting again. You throw your head back growling, and Ari laughs a moment, “Leah is demanding an audience with me. I have to wait until she closes the restaurant to do that. Okay? Just have on one of your pretty little nightgowns, and wait on me. I’m not leaving Tuscan. I’m just going into the city. I’ll wear a tracking device if you want me to.”

“No. But I want you back within an hour. And I want you to stop lying to me.”

“Fine. I won’t be gone longer than two hours, but it should be closer to an hour. Leah talks, I listen. She probably just wants to fuss at me for losing her wife.”

“Fine. Pass the Brie, please,” Ari nods his head with a smile, but passes the Brie. He has never been told what to do by a woman. And here you are making demands of him, and he isn't even angry. There is respect. But also it turned him on that you weren’t afraid to make such demands. He dreaded going to talk to Leah almost as much as he did talking with Taylor. Leah was well suited for this business. Too bad she hated everything about it. Except her wife.

Ari didn’t care what the business was, he was going to spend time here. Time with Nonna, his sister, but most importantly; time with you.

Ari reaches a hand out, placing it respectfully on your knee, and you actually allow him that touch. His thumb traces over the joint as he takes a bite. The two of you go into a less intense conversation than the one prior. Comfort. He was like a warm hug.

Nonna looks up through her kitchen window as she finishes her task of the moment. A smile creeps up on her face before she closes the curtains. The two of you are going to be okay. People never could stay mad at Ari, and you were proving to be no different. But from the looks of it, you had given him your boundaries. Just like she told you to. Ari hated to read between the lines. He always wanted to know. And it looked like you were going to tell him exactly what you wanted.

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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‘we’re gonna keep that plastic cock shoved up that tight little ass all day so i can slide right in when i get home. okay sweetheart?’

with ari 🥵🥵

Never Enough

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

Word Count: 1,020

Summary: You and Ari have somewhere to be that neither of you really want to go to but have to. You're a brat but Ari knows how to handle you.

Author's Note: Hey sweets! Well when this landed in my inbox I totally squealed! HOT and I love Ari and don't write him enough so thank you for this love! Hope you're enjoying your day and you enjoy this! HUGS! 🥰 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics Thank you love! 🥰

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic sort of, reader is bratty though, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, smut, anal play (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

“Do we have to?” you whine. Again.

“Yes princess. We do.”

You throw yourself onto the bed, the towel wrapped around you loosening and falling open.

“Ari.”

He’s buttoning his pants and turns to you, his blue eyes sparkling as they move down your body.

“You need to get dressed or we’ll be late.”

You sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed before settling back on your heels.

“I don’t know what to wear,” you shrug with a demure smile.

He steps toward you, taking your chin between his fingers and tugging your face up until his nose bumps yours.

“I already have something picked out,” he croons. “Now be a good girl and get dressed.”

He gives you a chaste kiss and releases you but you let out a huff and chase his lips.

“Ariiiiiiii,” you sing as you fall back onto the bed, putting yourself on fully display.

“Princess,” he growls and grabs your ankle.

He gently pulls you toward him and crawls over your prone body.

“Get. Dressed. Now.”

Your lips lift into a smirk and you look down, noting the way his belt hangs open at his waist. You grab each side and give it a tug, trying to yank him on top of you.

He doesn’t budge.

You let your legs fall open invitingly and dance your hands higher, through the trail of hair below his belly button and over his tense abs.

“Can’t we play first?” you purr

His hair falls in front of his face, brushing your cheek as he leans closer and brings his lips to your ear.

“Didn’t I fuck you hard enough in the shower?” he simpers before pushing himself up.

“I want more,” you pout.

When he doesn’t answer you sit up and let out a dramatic sigh.

“FINE!”

You stomp over to the dress that’s laid out on the chair and get your undergarments. After clasping your bra, you take your matching panties and start to put them on but before you get the chance he snatches the lace from your hand.

“These are mine,” he states and folds them neatly before sliding them into his pants pocket.

That makes you smile and you raise your brows. “Whatever you say Ari.”

“Oh, so now you’re agreeable,” he playfully scoffs.

You move closer to him, lightly scratching your nails through his beard as you cradle his face in your hands and kiss him. His hands settle on your hips and you wrap your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his long hair.

“I hate when we have to go to these things. They always make you tense and you’re no fun,” you whisper against his lips.

“No fun?” he repeats, looking appalled.

“You know what I mean Ari. I could help relieve some of that tension though…”

You wrap your fingers around his thick wrist and remove his hand from your hip, sliding it down between your legs. His fingers instantly curl and slide through your soaked folds.

“You’re a fucking brat,” he hisses, sliding two fingers inside you.

Your eyelashes flutter closed and you smile triumphantly.

“You love it Ari.”

He teases you with several pumps of his fingers before pulling them free and walking you back to the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he orders.

You do as he says, your feet hanging over the edge of the bed as he lines himself up behind you. You moan when you hear his belt unbuckle and his pants hit the floor. The thick head of his cock presses against your folds and he pushes in slightly before pulling back.

With each pump of his hips, he fills you more but every time he slides all the way back out. You whine his name and he smacks your ass hard, soothing the stinging skin before he does it again.

“You better behave the rest of the night princess…”

Without warning he grabs your hips and slams into you, filling and stretching you completely.

“Fuck Ari. YES!” you moan.

He’s relentless and when he angles your hips upward and pushes deeper you squeeze his cock with a strangled cry.

He goes harder, his grip leaving bruises on your skin and his cock throbbing inside you. He leans over your back and shoves your face into the mattress, somehow going deeper. Your release is quickly approaching and you chant his name like a prayer as it crashes through you.

Your walls clench around his cock and he finishes with a satisfied rumble before slowing his pace. With his cock still inside you he places soft kisses down your back, gently massaging your lightly bruised hips with his fingers.

“Princess,” he murmurs when his hand reaches your ass and he follows the soft curve. “Get. Dressed.”

He pulls out and helps you stand but not before his fingers catch his cum as it drips down your inner thigh. He brings them to your lips and pushes them into your mouth, watching with darkened eyes as you suck them clean with a moan.

“That’s a good girl.”

You try to catch your breath, legs wobbly as you go back to the untouched dress on the chair. You slip it over your head and stand in front of the mirror, smoothing out the material before checking your make-up and hair.

He slides up behind you, holding your gaze in the mirror as he twirls something between his fingers.

“Ari,” you breathe out, your teeth dragging over your bottom lip.

He lifts your dress and pushes your chest down onto the dresser, sliding the plug over your shivering skin as he parts your legs with his knee. He teases it between your legs, collecting some of the wetness before gently pressing it against your ass.

You clutch the edge of the dresser as he carefully pushes it in, whimpering at the stretch.

His breath caresses the shell of your ear as he whispers, “let’s see how long you can leave that in this tight little ass so it’s ready for me to slide right in when we get home.”

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cevansbrat0007 · 10 months

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Can we get a list of all of Ari’s rules for bird?

Maybe ask me again after the next few fics. I'd hate to reveal something that might spoil an upcoming story. Perhaps Bird might even get frustrated enough to make that so-called list for us.

Something tells me that might happen sooner rather than later. But the real question is...

How will Ari plan to punish her once he's realized that she is, in fact, breaking every single one on his list? Thanks for the ask!

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Brat Taming: Part 10

A/N: Smut in the first half, dom Steve/sub Reader, a little condescending Steve

His hand gripped the back of your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh as he pinned you down to hold you in place. Steve’s arm was stretched above his head as he held you in place on the bed, your knees teetering on the edge as he had taken his place on the floor behind you.

He had been there for nearly a half hour, his tongue, this mouth and his fingers working against your seeping core, your slick gushing from between the walls of your pussy.

Your heat was undeniably thick, it was heavy and you were affected by it from the moment it first struck, becoming a whining and whimpering mess on his bed.

He was relentless, he was becoming as insatiable as you and in his need to care for you, he had taken it upon himself and his tongue to keep you clean. Steve had slurped down your slick, swallowing every drop as if it was his life force while keeping you stationary so he could prepare you for the first and eventual thrust of his cock.

“Ready, ready, ready….” You muttered mindlessly, repeating yourself without a pause, grinding your hips against his tongue and his face as he feasted on your soaked cunt. “Steve-“

“Shh,” he returned the sentiment by muttering against your puffy pussy walls, shushing you before he pushed his finger into your aching heat, “you need more time.”

He had begun pumping his finger in and out of your pussy, pumping with vigour as you chased the impending orgasm, essentially fucking yourself against the exploratory digits. You whined and pleaded for more, only finding relief as he added another finger into your aching cunt that promised more desirable friction.

“I need you,” you cried his name and tried to rise to your hands, only to be forced back down by his strength, a sharp whine ripped from you when he smacked your ass, “Steve! Please-“

“You don’t know what you need, you’re completely driven by your heat. You would hurt yourself if I let you do what you want.” He stood while keeping his fingers in your pussy, he stood while he let you finger fuck yourself and then he leaned over your back and drew his lips against the shell of your ear.

“You haven’t taken a knot before have you?”

“Jake and I-“ You shuddered, grinding your hips as your mind shifted to the orgasm you needed to have, the need to cum and soak your alpha’s fingers was innate. “-Jake and I used artificial-“

“Sweet omega,” Steve crooned in your ear, adding yet another finger and then his lips were drawn into a smirk as you squealed in pleasure due to the added tension, “I know Jake is a big boy, he has a fat cock but it’s nothing like mine and my knot-“

“Please-!” You whimpered, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as he fucked you, as he drew out your first of many orgasms. “Alpha, please-!”

“Another two more, sweetheart. You’re going to give alpha two more orgasms before I’m giving you my knot. I need to know that you are well prepared.” Steve kissed your neck, drawing his lips down the expanse of your left shoulder to the back of your neck, and then to your right shoulder, effectively scenting you with soft affection.

When Steve felt your orgasm ceasing, he pulled his fingers out of your seeping pussy and lifted his fingers, studying your creaminess coating his skin. He slowly let you up, he let you roll over onto your back and as you raised your arms above your head to arch your back, all in a show to tantalize and seduce him into giving you what you wanted, Steve had hummed.

“You’re cute, kitten.” He smirked, his eyes overtaken by burning lust, and yet as you mewled and tried to goad him, his stalwart control had become reinforced. “You think you can flash your coated thighs and breasts at me and I’ll give you what you want?”

“Steve. Please….” You whined, whimpering as you dropped one hand to your chest and grasped a hold of your breast. “I need you…”

“I like seeing you play with yourself, honey.” He hovered above you, drawing his lips against yours softly, swallowing your whimper and drawing himself away before you could deepen the kiss. “But you’re a brat who thinks you can have your way because you look adorably fuckable.”

“Alpha…” You dropped your other hand to your cunt, playing with your clit as he watched you. “Don’t you want me?”

“You know I do, baby.” Steve hummed, looking you over as heat and sexual tension grew thick and heady in the room. “But you’re not in charge. I am, I’m in charge. You listen to your alpha.”

You whined and ground yourself against your fingers. You threw your head back on the bed, your hips rising as you pulled out every stop you could to make him crumble.

“I’m not going to give you what you want.” Steve had finally set his cum stained fingers upon your belly and drew his name across your flesh with your cum.

He marked his name upon your skin with your heady mix of cum and your slick, marking you as his.

“And since you want to be such a brat…” Steve finally drew himself away and moved to the armchair set in the corner, sinking to the cushioned top.

“You can fuck yourself on your fingers while I watch. Give me a good look at the desperate little omega you are. If you do a good job, bratty kitten…I’ll let you cum once more on my tongue before I give you my knot.”

The soft glow of the wavering fire behind the thick glass was casting shadows upon his face that had mirrored the warmth in his belly, the rising heat that would come in full force tomorrow. Tonight it was Jake and Ari, and Ransom, the three of them settling themselves upon the couch as a movie played out that no one was paying attention to.

Jake was nestled between the two alphas, his mind wandering as he stared at the television with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his knee bouncing and his fingernails digging into his thighs. He had been fairly quiet since Steve had called to tell them all that you were in heat and wouldn’t be leaving for the week to do anything much.

It was an announcement that Jake was waiting for, he had known it was going to happen to you just as it was going to happen to him yet the forewarning hadn’t stilled his mind any more than before.

If anything the thought of you being in heat while hundreds of miles away, even if you were with one of your alphas, was nerve-wracking to him even if you were in good hands. You would’ve been cared for and safe regardless of who was with you when you went into heat, and regardless Jake would have been unkempt.

He was worried about you as your best friend and lifelong love, he had and would always be worried about you, even from the root of your designations.

“You don’t have to worry about her, Steve is going to take good care of her.” Ari had given you an extended amount of time off, on the off chance that you needed to recover longer than expected. “You need to get out of your head.”

“I can’t.” Jake had swallowed thickly and then cleared his throat. “It’s the first real heat she’s having since…”

“You’re going to go into heat too, puppy.” Ransom had quipped, side-eyeing Jake with a rising smirk. “By this time tomorrow your ass will be full and you’ll be leaking cum from your mouth-“

“A little crass, but Ransom has a point.” Ari glared at the youngest of the three alphas in your pack, his ire for the rich playboy especially bold at this moment when Jake needed soft comfort. “This doesn’t have to be just you and Y/N anymore, Jake. We’re here for you.”

“I know but-“ Ari cut Jake off and reached for Jake’s hand, bringing it upon his chest to feel his heart beating through.

“Your fears are our fears, whether we acknowledge them or not. We’re a pack, we go through this together and your anxiousness about Y/N and Steve is valid. I imagine that if she wasn’t in her heat, she would be worried about you.”

Jake leaned into Ari’s side, pressed into his embrace and slipped one hand around his shoulders to the back of his neck while the other rest on his chest. He had closed his eyes and breathed in the combination of Ransom’s scent that had been disguised by his cologne, still as enticing as ever just not as natural as Ari’s.

There was stalwart comfort from Ari, secured and unwavering, and then there was the innate and powerful draw toward Ransom’s desire.

“My heat is going to hit me tomorrow, Ari already marked me.” Jake slowly opened his eyes, cast his gaze upon the fine line of Ari’s beard that was well taken care of and maintained, and then he looked back at Ransom.

His clean-shaven face was an obvious choice, but it was one that was riddled and rooted in his mother and father’s clear idea of how he should look. Ransom was expected to be clean-shaven and take the appearance of a man who was always put together.

Even if his world was imploding in on itself, Ransom was expected to be put together regardless. He was never allowed the room to breathe let alone make public mistakes and that kind of pressure had left Ransom with a carefully calculated image and defence that, once cracks had started to show, would undoubtedly cause some kind of breakdown.

“Ari marked me, it’s Ransom’s turn.” Jake breathed against Ari’s neck, his teeth grating against the scent gland that was pushing out the alpha’s scent to coat and cake Jake in the notes.

“I’ll mark you good, puppy.” Ari drew his hand down Jake’s back and up again, casting a look toward the clock on the wall and then he shifted on the couch. “Steve should be calling you soon.

“I’m leaving for the night to get a few things,” Ransom stood and drew his hand along Jake’s arm, watching goosebumps rise beneath his hand, “I’ll be back in the morning to fuck you as you deserve.”

“Alpha,” Jake preened against the touch, almost bashfully batting his eyelashes.

“Don’t look at me like that, brat. It’s making me wanna fuck you right now.” Ransom stepped by Ari and Jake, calling hungrily over his shoulder.

“Remember what we agreed on, Ari. Jake doesn’t cum unless we’re both here.” He grabbed his keys and shoved them into his pocket, and then he departed for the front door, only looking back once before he left.

“Steve’s going to be calling,” Ari slid his hand down the back of Jake’s thighs, squeezing all he could as he muttered in Jake’s ear, “you can use my office. I’ll wait for you upstairs.”

Ari let Jake crawl off his lap, as he disembarked and made his way to Ari’s private office near the front of the house Jake had felt the first few subtle jabs that were an indicator of what was to come. Jake had rested his hand upon his stomach, his hand fisting his shirt before he stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.

Jake had pulled the leather puckered office chair out from under the desk and sat on the cushioned top, drawing himself closer to the edge.

He had just managed to get himself settled and comfortable when the aforementioned phone call had come through. Jake had first rested his left elbow on the desk and then his chin in his palm before he switched positions and leaned back against the chair, his legs spread under the desk. He was trying to make himself feel and look casual despite how fast his heart was beating and given how excited he was for this call.

Jake had finally settled on sitting up, his knees bouncing beneath the desk. He had propped the phone up and answered the video call, the screen becoming illuminated with the natural glow of the skyline that poured in behind Steve. He appeared with a smile, something soft and warm as he crooned at Jake.

“Hey baby,” Steve leaned in, his blue-green eyes searching Jake through the screen, “I missed you.”

Jake giggled, for the first time in a long while he had giggled and chirped unhindered. His heart thrashed with uneven and cathartic beats, his entire body becoming overrun with heat that first started in his belly.

“Alpha,” Jake felt that familiar heat building in his face and he had come to realize that he was blushing, pink and red dusting along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “h-how are you?”

“I bet you smell so damn good,” Steve’s voice was thickened, husky while toeing the line between desire and affection, “have you been a good boy?”

“Oh yes,” Jake’s reply was equally sweet and soft, and heated, “I’ve been good. I’ve been really good.”

“Good,” Steve ran his hand down his face, massaging his fingers into his flesh, “you look ready for your heat. Are you close baby? Do you feel hot?”

Steve, akin to both omega’s needs and wants, had picked up on Jake’s heat almost immediately. Steve knew that Jake, and you, were synchronized with your heats. It was one and the same, with no true difference or time lapse between one and the other.

“Yes,” Jake shifted and squeaked, heat and lust shooting from his head to his toes, “yes I’m so hot…”

“I know, baby. I know you’re getting ready to be fucked full.” Steve leaned forward, he had captured Jake‘s full attention. “When I come home honey…it’s gonna be our turn for a courting date. Just you and I.”

Jake chirped, instantly.

“I knew you’d like that. I have to go, poor baby bear is ready for another round.” Steve had confirmed that you were like he was going to be, in the thick of your heat lust. “Be good for Ari and Ransom, sweet boy.”

The call ended, and Jake remained for another few moments, blushing and smiling goofily.

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