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The Wolf’s Den
Chris Evans x Black Reader
Summary: Chris throws a Halloween party and his costume leaves you wanting to wrap up the festivities early to have him all to yourself
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, smut: chasing kink, mask kink, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, a splash of size kink and a throat creampie finish
Word Count: 2.6k
Note: Writing this was so fun and also very hard not to turn the idea I had into a whole werewolf!chris monsterfucker fic lmao but that’s also definitely something I have plans to write about! I hope this is a sexy read! Let me know what you think!
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Anticipation filled your chest and made your heart flutter as you wound your way through the halls, hoping you’d somehow stumble and fall into Chris’ lap, your thoughts tonight very much occupied by him and his choice of Halloween costume. 
It was exciting how well your costumes paired side by side. 
His, a big and handsome werewolf. 
Yours, a bewitching little woodland fairy.
There was just something special and especially sexy about the two of you standing next to each other in all the fun pictures your friends and guests had taken with you tonight. 
Your favorite had been one where he’d thrown you across his shoulders as if he’d captured a prize and was proudly showing off the treasure, also seemingly ready to whisk you away to have you all to himself. 
How you wished that could be the case…but the night was still early, the party still going. 
It didn’t, however, mean you couldn’t let your eyes and thoughts wander to him as you talked with your friends. You caught a glimpse of him across the room, engaged in conversation, your gaze lingering when he took a long swig from the beer bottle in his hand. 
The red flannel and white tank he had on hugged his torso a little too well while the slash marks and fake blood splattered across the fabric did nothing to help your increasingly dirty thoughts.
A pity he had taken off the werewolf mask and clawed gloves that completed the look but he still looked the part. Something about the way he was carrying himself tonight made him look bigger, broader, more intimidating. The exposed forearms and sharp claws did you in and he knew it. 
Your gaze and distracted thoughts were pulled elsewhere as you focused back in on the moment and company around you, unaware of his eyes on you now that you were looking away, stealing a private moment to soak in your look for himself.
He was obsessed with the ornate wings of your costume, how the shimmer on them matched the light dusting of glitter illuminating your brown skin, the earthy color and ‘Tinkerbell’ style of your dress making his jeans tight.
If he didn’t know you any better he’d have thought you were ignoring him but he knew your distance was more out of restraint than avoidance, that you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if you got too close. 
And it’s not like you were making it easy for him either, twirling around and swaying those beautiful hips of yours to the music playing throughout the house. 
Chris had half a mind to discreetly sneak you away to your shared room and fuck you into the bed good and quick before people noticed you were gone for too long, but the idea of seeing how long his little fairy could stick it out was a far better option, making a deal with himself to reward you if you managed to keep up your patience till the party was over. 
For now, the sultry and wanting glances would have to suffice. 
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A few hours later, finally the last of the guests had cleared out, the house now empty, your heartbeat kicking up at the low wolf whistle that came the second the front door was closed. 
Taking your time, you slowly turned to face him, breath hitching in your throat at the way he was leaning against a nearby wall, a dark and hungry look in his eyes. 
“I’m surprised you held out the entire night,” Chris chuckled and raked his eyes over your frame, a teasing pout forming on your face in response. 
God, you were just so adorable and impossibly alluring, he was sure you didn’t truly know how much you affected him. Didn’t know how badly he wanted to ruin you at all hours of the day.
“Me either. Was I right in thinking I’d get a reward if I did?” you inched forward, closing some distance between you. 
You were behaving yourself yes but didn’t pass up the opportunity to bat your lashes cutely, hoping to entice him just a bit more. 
“You were. I’ll even give you a few seconds head start,” he smiled and revealed the wolf mask he’d been holding behind his back. 
Tension, thick and sticky, your body restless as you decipher what he’s saying, as you watch him fit the mask over his head. 
A surprised and thrilled little gasp left your lips at the realization. He was going to chase you. 
It was something you’d mentioned you might have had a thing for weeks ago, in passing, when he caught you smiling at the book you were reading and asked what had made you so giddy. 
The erotica had been much like what was beginning to unfold between you both now, a big bad wolf chasing down a beautiful maiden to have his way with, something you hadn’t realized would turn you on so much, something you hadn’t realized Chris would remember either. 
He was indulging a fantasy of yours and if you weren’t turned on before you certainly were now. 
Careful steps were made past him, your wings colliding with the doorway, jolting you a little, making you stumble as you distractedly glanced at him. 
You couldn’t see his face anymore but knew he was smiling, “Oh you’re so cute. You have ten seconds, baby.” 
The tone of his voice had dropped, a deeper rasp to it like there was when he was tired, the playful yet perfectly serious edge to his words finally getting your body to move. 
Most of the lights in the house had been dimmed, setting the mood perfectly as you tiptoed through the rooms, hiding behind furniture or ducking down to the floor when you heard the sound of his footsteps come near. 
Your heart raced, heat pooling in your core at the way Chris called out to you, 
“Come on out, my little fairy!” 
“You know I’m going to find you, sweetheart. Don’t be scared…” 
The kitchen was the last place you hadn’t been, making the decision to try and make it to the bedroom, everything going eerily silent as you padded your way to the kitchen island, trying to decide if you should hide behind it for a moment or keep moving when a pair of arms snatched at your waist. 
“There she is.” Chris laughed as you yelped in shock, squirming and giggling as he lifted you up and over his shoulder, strong arms locked around your thighs to keep you in place. 
Part of you had hoped you would be able to outsmart him here but the more less inhibited and incredibly needy part of you was glad to be caught, your desires taking full control now. 
Your squirming ceased as he carried you to the bed, laying you down against the plush comforter, letting you watch as he slid the mask and gloves off, and then the flannel, leaving him only in the ripped tank top underneath. 
It may have been biased but you had to admit your handiwork with the red food coloring earlier today to create the blood splatters across the white fabric was very convincing, your thighs clenching the longer you stared. 
The peek of his tattoos, the toned definition of his shoulders and forearms, how goddamn broad he looked standing at his full height above you…you wanted to feel, touch, have all that pressed against you, pinning you to the bed, giving you no other option but take what he wanted to give you. 
“Please, I want you so bad,” you whined at the lack of his hands on your body. 
“Aww I bet you do. Bet you’re soaked for me by now, aren’t you? How do we ask for what we want?” his jaw clenched as he watched you spread out for him, knees rising and parting just slightly as you lay on your back.
“Please, daddy can you touch me? Want you to touch me…” you whine again, not resisting the effect his words have on you any longer, unabashedly calling him the title your heart raced at the sound of.  
“There we go, of course I can, baby. Been wantin this all night too.” 
Your form hugging dress had bunched up around your thighs, giving Chris the slightest peek of the matching lace underneath, darkened with an unmistakable wet spot just as he thought there would be. 
He didn’t waste any time in teasing, there had been plenty of that already, his hands warm and firm as they caressed up your calves, and then your thighs, fingers giving you the slightest pinch before spreading them wide. Thick fingers caught the edge of the lace seam and tugged, moving the fabric to the side to display your aching and slick pussy. 
“Oh you really needed this, huh,” he hummed proudly at your whimpers and the needy motion of your hips as he explored the slick mess before him, two fingers rubbing your clit in small circles and then moving down to tease at your entrance before repeating the motion. 
Watching your body unravel and move with the pace his hand had set was mesmerizing, and the fact that you still had the fairy wings on made it even better. 
“Mhm, f-feels so good, daddy.” 
You had been watching what his hands were doing just as he was, the two of you practically in sync as your eyes connected, Chris cursing under his breath as he moved to kiss you, his fingers still rubbing. 
The heated kiss turned even more ravenous when your hands lifted from the bed to grip his arms, moaning at how you could feel the muscles working to make you feel good, all of it coming to a peak when he parted from your lips only to move down, to replace his fingers with his mouth, because you were dripping across his fingers and he couldn’t be asked to resist a taste of you. 
Not a chance.
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It was effortless, the way his tongue moved against your core, the ease to which he lapped at your clit just right a sign of how often he did this, how much he enjoyed it too, how much or how little he’d learned to give you. 
Your hands had tugged at his hair, scratched at his biceps and pulled at the sheets from how he’d buried his face in your pussy, bringing you closer and closer with ease, till you couldn’t deny the steep descent any longer.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, a tremble settling in your thighs as you concentrated on the feeling, keening at the encouraging hum and look Chris gave you, the eye contact and tightened grip on your thighs sending you over the edge with a strangled cry. 
“That’s my girl! You look so fuckin pretty when you do that,” came the shower of praise as you rode out your high, the sensation prolonged by his fingers resuming their earlier endeavors, not giving you any choice but to feel as much pleasure as possible. 
The little gasp of laughter and the hazy content smile you gave him had him throbbing even more, unable to get over how lucky he was to have you. 
You watched as he got rid of the rest of his outfit, pleased with his look of approval that you kept yours on and with the way you’d moved to lay on your tummy, dress bunched up around your middle and your ass tilted high in the air, hips circling just slightly to entice him and those goddamn fairy wings making you look ethereal.
“Please, fill me up, oh-!” your wanton words quickly turned to the prettiest of groans as Chris slicked himself up and nudged his way inside you slow and careful, giving you time to adjust, knowing you’d need a moment to get used to the stretch because no matter how often you fucked, he was still big, still heavy and thick and you were already a sensitive little mess. 
“Mm, I gotcha, baby. Promise I’ll fill you up all the way,” he growled out lowly against your ear, his hands find their home on your waist, one gripping your hip and the other fisting the fabric of your dress, aiming to use it as leverage to fuck you back onto him when you were ready. 
You let yourself melt into his hands, knowing he’d take good care of you as you just relaxed and focused on feeling good, needy moans slipping from your throat and growing louder as your body yielded to his slow thrusts. 
His hips grew less careful the more you could take, setting a steady pace, fucking you deep with every stroke, moving more on instinct now, knowing and following what felt good for you, his own groans mixing with yours at how snug you felt. 
The sound of his hips meeting your ass and the wet gush of your pussy with every thrust had you reeling, your face turned to the side, tucked against the bed as you gazed at him, the visual and auditory stimulation making your brain fuzzy. 
“Come on, little fairy, know you wanna cum again,” Chris smiled down at you, his grip on your dress forcing your body back in time with his strokes, your muscles burning and tense from the effort, from the building tension in your tummy. “Go ahead, do it, give it to daddy.”
You were so close it nearly had you in tears, his final words toppling you over that edge hard, pleasure flooding your senses, your fingers curling around the sheets, giving yourself something to hang onto as you creamed on his dick. 
His name was gasped almost in chant as you fluttered and pulsed around him, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, the sight of you making him approach his own orgasm steadily, and you could tell, judging by the sweat covering his chest and the clench of his jaw. 
“Want you to cum too, daddy. Wanna taste you too, want you to make me take it down my throat, please, please,” you begged, the heady waves of pleasure still rocking your body making you bold with your words. 
The image alone almost had him there, his brain taking a second to fully process your words, the muscles in his thighs tensing at how turned on it made him, you always got so dirty for him and he couldn’t get enough. 
A few more purposeful thrusts and he was there, cursing loudly as you scrambled up to sit on your knees, your eyes big and doe-like as you opened your mouth to wrap around his tip, your tongue stroking the underside of him as you inched your way down further. 
“Such a good girl, there you go. Gonna fill up that cute little throat,” Chris grit out, completely done in by the sight of you so beautiful and fucked out on the bed, your wings now sat lopsided, the glitter on your cheeks mixing with the stray tear or two that had spilled from how deep you’d taken him. 
His length pulsed against the walls of your throat as he came with a groan, your eyes rolling back as you swallowed him down, taking every last bit before you pulled off him with a satisfied smile. 
It took both of you several minutes to slow your breathing down, collapsing on top of one another, bodies slick and warm but unwilling to part from each other despite it. 
Chris ran his fingers soothingly across your thigh, peppering kisses to your forehead, more praise whispered low solely for your ears to hear. 
Your eyes met once again, the hungry look of his still mirroring yours and if that was any indication, you knew for sure another round would be had in the shower later that night. 
A very happy Halloween it had turned out to be!
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A/N: I can’t be held responsible for the nasty things this man makes me write lol
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (5)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!
Note: Thank you for all the love so far! It means the world!
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(The reader is nearing five months pregnant, it’s giving WandaVision speed lmao. Chris is a proud PAPAya)
You hadn’t spoken to Chris in a week, and it was another week he couldn’t see his child grow. It wasn’t like he was off in another state filming a movie. In fact, he was here in Boston filming Defending Jacob, so he had nothing but opportunities to see you and the baby. But you hadn’t wanted that, ignoring his calls and text. He knew he messed up asking your such personal questions. But he just wanted to help if he could.
So now on his day off work, he found himself walking up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a pack of ginger ale. He truly hoped you would accept his peace offering—he also hoped your love for ginger ale wasn’t conditional to your pregnancy.
Chris adjusted his hoodie and hat, coughing before he knocked on your apartment door. From the other side he heard stampering, and before he knew it the door flew wide open and so did his eyes. The girl before him looked just like you, only shorter and not pregnant. His eyebrow rose as she chewed on a Twix bar, pulling at the carmel that fell from the bar while she stared him down.
“You gonna say anything, or do you just stare?” She burped causing Chris’s face to scrunch up.
“Um?” He coughed, peaking at the apartment doors number, yup still 338. “Am I at the right apartment?”
“You’re at the right place.’ She looked Chris up and down. “Y/n just taking her thirtieth bathroom break of the day.” She turned, walking away leaving the door wide open.
“Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there like a pedophile?” She wandered into the kitchen.
Unsure, Chris stepped inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind himself. “And you are?” He asked, following behind the girl. He watched as she pounced onto the counter, digging into a pint of moose tracks ice cream.
She laughed, kicking her legs. “I’m, Sarah. Y/n’s younger sister. Who are you?” She pointed at him with her spoon.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah beat him to the chase. “Wait. Don’t tell me,’ she laughed, rubbing her chin. “You’re the baby daddy, Chris Evans. My roommates fucking obsessed with you.”
“Well, thanks.’ He chuckled awkwardly, placing the flowers down on the counter.
“Want some?” Sarah held her a spoonful of ice cream out in front of Chris’s mouth.
“I’m good.” Chris quickly declined.
“Your loss.” She jumped of the counter. “Y/N, GET OUT HERE—YOUR BABY DADDY IS HERE!” She shouted down the small hallway of your apartment.
Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, here brown eyes glaring at Chris’s blue ones as she emerged from the darkness of the hallway. Although he hadn’t known her long, her eyes always conveyed so much. And right now, they told him to get the hell out of her house. Which was nice by the way.
It was small and cozy, a blend of modern and almost Victorian style furniture with nice hints of pastels and neutrals blending together. A candles wick flickered in the background making the apartments living space smell immaculately . Chris was almost jealous of this place.
“What do you want?” You stuck your nose in the air, slouching back on her sofa.
Chris sighed, grabbing the flowers and walking around to your sofa. He took a seat behind you, placing the flowers on your dark brown coffee table.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for prying, it wasn’t fair for me to drop those questions on you. Especially without your permission.” He said softly.
“Yeah, apologize as you should.” Sarah leaned over the top of the sofa, staring Chris down. “Digging into our personal shit like you’re Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Have several seats, Captain Underpants.” She rolled her eyes.
“Sarah,” you popped your little sisters lip. “Go away.”
Sarah smacked your hand back in retaliation, and you could have sworn you hear Chris stifle out a laugh. You glared at them both.
“Go away.” You growled at her, watching her step into the kitchen. “Further.” You pointed in the direction of her bedroom.
“Sorry.” You rubbed your eyes finally addressing Chris. “What did you want again.” You yawned, snuggling into your heated blanket more.
Chris smiled, looking at your ever growing belly, glowing skin, and messy hair. He liked that you were still intact with the child in you, some of your hair strands being dyed pink. Even with this ordeal and everything you’d been through, you still had an innocence about yourself, and that was more than he could say for others he had met.
“Right.” Chris emerged from the trance you seemed to put him in. “I just wanted to give you these and apologize.” He pointed toward the flowers.
“I hate the smell of flowers.” You blurted. Chris sat dumbfounded, what kind of girl hated the smell of flowers.
“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,’ you got up and headed to the kitchen with your flowers in hand. “I guess they’ll make a cute center piece, until they die.” You plucked away at one of the red rose petals.
“Right.” Chris frowned, not sure how to take your response. He was walking on egg shells here.
“I accept your apology, by the way.” You flicked on the kitchen sink, pouring water into a clear purple vase.
“Really?” Chris beamed.
“Yeah,’ you trimmed the ends of the flowers, tossing them in the vase. “I guess you should know about how fucked up your child’s grandfather is, right?” You said. “How he almost killed me and the rest of my family.”
Chris’s heart pained hearing that. The thought that you could have been killed as a young girl, struck him deeply. How could someone who said he loved you do such horrid things.
“I’m really sorry about that, Y/n.” Chris grabbed your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.
“If you’re so sorry.’ Sarah’s head popped around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. “Cook us some dinner, I’m starved.”
You laughed, feeling your own belly rumble. “It’s only fair.” You shrugged.
“And we want pasta.” Sarah demanded.
Chris could tell the two of you were nothing alike. He shook his head, finally giving in to cooking for the two of you. Not that he had any other plans.
“Fine.” He smiled. “But I only know how to make Alfredo.”
Chris had been cooking for around thirty minutes, and you’d been staring at his back for the better half of it. And boy did he have a great back, but that wasn’t what most of your thoughts were consumed by. It was mostly consumed by the fact that he never rejected you, not even for a split second. You went through a denial phase of the pregnancy, wanting to end it all. But Chris never seemed to want that.
“Chris.” You spoke up.
He turned around looking at you, almost signaling for you to speak.
“Why do you want this baby so bad?” You bite into a banana.
Chris stopped stirring the Alfredo sauce. Putting the wooden spoon you had provided down. “Why do you ask?”
“What, i can’t ask thought provoking questions too?” You walked around the counter, standing directly in front of him now. “Why did you want this.” You pointed at the bump.
Chris shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve always wanted a family.”
“No, there’s more to that story. Everyone wants a family, a village to come home to.” You explained.
“Well maybe that’s just it.” Chris turned around, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m tired of coming home to an empty house, it’s been just me and dodger for the pass five years. Maybe I want more, Y/n.”
You sighed, and there it was. He was lonely. “I get that. Thank you for being honest.” You smiled.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled, turing back to the sauce.
“So you think this baby will be enough for you?” You asked.
“I know it will, and so will you.” He said back.
Your heart fluttered at that sentiment, you think you were staring to love your accidental family just a little bit more each and every day—and that included Chris.
Chris’s dinner was, interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t bad, but it was stellar either. Not that you were going to tell him that. But Sarah on the other hand. She had a mouth for anyone and anything.
“Did you season this?” She asked with a perplexed face
“Yes? Is it not to your standard, Queen Sarah.” Chris sassed her back.
Sarah scoffed. “Don’t get smart.” She frowned at him.
He put his hands up in defense, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Y/n? Your thoughts?”
You looked up, playing with the noodles. “Um, it’s cute.” You said quietly, hearing Sarah burst into a fit of giggles.
“Cute?” He said, narrowing his blue eyes.
“I mean,’ you stammered over your words. “Never mind, it’s great.” You lied to him, watching his face soften.
“Well, thank you,’ he coughed. “I actually have something to ask you.” He said.
“That’s funny,” Sarah interjected. “I was gonna ask you something to.”
Chris subtly rolled his eyes. “What is, Sarah?”
She smirked. “What’s it like to be famous? And what made you want to honker down and have this baby with my fabulous sister?”
“Being famous isn’t what everyone thinks. It’s not all glitz and glamour, it’s hard work too.”
“I bet.” She took a sip of her drink. “And my sister?” She nudged you.
Chris looked at you and then the baby, a glimmer of something you couldn’t explain was in his eyes. “I just—I don’t know I feel comfortable around your sister, and I’m in a position where I can take care of both of them. Relationship or not, I guess.” He mumbled.
“It’s not conventional,’ you gave his hand a pat. “But it’ll work.” You smiled.
“Aw, how cute!” Sarah said sarcastically. “So you know Sebastian?” She immediately changed the subject.
You giggled, spitting out your ginger ale a bit. “Stop.”
“No, don’t do that!’ Sarah laughed. “You should have seen what she was saying about him.” She told Chris
“You know Sebastian?” Chris grabbed his glass confused.
“No, I don’t. But after I found out who you were I kind of went on a stalking binge with Sarah on the phone, we found Sebastian. And I don’t know, he’s cute.” You smiled, before taking another sip.
alright, Chris didn’t know if he should be jealous. According to everyone he was just your baby daddy. But something about the woman carrying his baby finding his best friend ‘cute’ bothered him, badly.
“Hm, yeah well Sebastian’s a sweetheart.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Maybe he can be your next celebrity baby daddy, Y/n.” Now it was Chris’s turn to spit of his drink.
“Sorry.” Chris said as everyone’s eyes were on him, he wiped himself off with a napkin avoiding the girls eyes.
“You good bro?” Sarah asked, ripping off another piece of paper towel and passing it to him.
“Yeah.’ He coughed once more. “I’m fine.”
“But y/n,’ Chris carried on. “I was thinking we should plan for a baby shower.”
“Oh,’ y/n gasped.
“I mean if that okay with you?” He added.
“Yeah, it’s great. It’s just, I don’t have much family to bring. It’ll just be Sarah and Vada.” You told him.
“That’s ok.’ He smiled. “My family has been dying to you meet you.”
“Okay.“ you nodded.
“Good. When should we start planning?” Chris asked, pulling out his calendar.
“Are you opening your calendar?” Sarah laughed.
“Sarah, stop he’s busy. And next week should be fine, Chris.”
“Hopefully not too busy for the baby.” She grumbled underneath her breath, Chris hears her and glares.
“Never too busy.” He replied with a different look for both girls. “Next week is perfect Y/n.”
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The nights are tasteless without you ~ Ari Levinson Fic
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A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors
Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc
I want to thank the amazing @madbaddic7ed2pointoh​ for encouraging me to write this fic, helping me with few plot lines and making it progress. So far I have written 14 parts and see where the story takes me. Hope you all enjoy this, make sure to like, comment and reblog.
Ari rushed onto the platform, pushing the strap of his dark brown satchel back onto his shoulder. He found it hard to sleep last night; with all the traveling, checking his bags in, and trying to find his apartment, he only managed to get 4 hours of sleep. Ari cursed under his breath, seeing the time on his apple watch, and knew he would be late for his first day as Professor teaching Hebrew at the International University in Mumbai.
He squeezed his eyes shut, cursing once again as he heard the announcer say the train was delayed by 25 minutes. Ari wished he had gone with the first option of renting a car so he would get around Mumbai quickly. Now he had time to kill; he saw a bench near him and sat down, opening his satchel to grab his flask of coffee and notebook to read his notes for the day.
Ari took a few gulps of the hot coffee, looking at the university map, hoping not to get lost on his first day. It was such a large university, like in the Bollywood movie Mohabbatein he watched with his Indian friend back in Israel. After familiarising himself with the map, he folded it back into his notebook and went over his notes for the day. Ari had only four classes today, and each class had 15/20 students, which wasn't as daunting as he thought.
The silence got disturbed by a lady wearing a small jhanjhar on her feet which chimed while she walked. She looked confused, expecting the train to arrive. Ari just watched; a small smile appeared on his lips, looking at her outfit. She was wearing black trousers, a mock neck keyhole green blouse, and of course, green and white vans as she was a physiotherapist who was on the way to meet a few patients. Her hair was long and braided with a few flowers in between the braids; she had a black backpack on her shoulder with her water bottle sticking out.
The lady looked around, trying to find someone to ask about the train; most were watching videos on their phone or scrolling through social media. She looked across from her, Ari sitting on the bench reading his book. She walked over to him, clearing her throat to see him look up from his book and give her a big smile. Her body tingled, and she moved slightly away from him; the aftershave he was wearing lingered over her making her swallow hard.
“Sorry to disturb you while you're reading. I wanted to know if the train has left already,” she asked, biting her lip and looking at Ari with long brown hair. The look he spotted was dark brown linen trousers, a blue mustard short-sleeved checked shirt, and white Adidas original trainers.
“That’s ok, ma'am, I arrived at the platform 10 minutes ago, and the announcer said the train is delayed by 25 minutes,” he said, making her moan and curse in Marathi, having to grab her phone and text her patient that she will be late. Ari could see she was stressed, so he grabbed his flask of coffee and poured some in the lid, and handed it to her. “Drink this; it will keep you warm as you wait for the train,” he said, giving her the cup.
“No, no, it’s ok. I'll get one from the vendor outside,” she said, looking at Ari stretching his hand out, the vein popping on his arm as he offered the coffee cup.
“Please, I insist. It is a little chilly here; why don’t you sit next to me,” Ari says, moving his back to the other side of the bench. She takes the coffee cup and has a few sips, feeling the hot liquid go down her body.
She sat down on the space on the bench and looked at him with a smile, “Thank you for this; I was in such a rush and didn’t have time to make coffee or eat,” she said, looking at him grab his bag and rummage through it and gets out nutrition bar and hands it over to her to eat.
“We can’t have a pretty girl like yourself not to eat or have coffee in the morning,” Ari says, concerned; she frowns at him, looking very suspicious. Never has she had a man offer her food and drink and not want anything else?
“I’m fine,” she said, handing him the coffee cup and standing up, and grabbing her phone and headphones to play some music. Ari was bewildered; what just happened? All he was doing was helping her out in the most innocent way. He was about to walk over to her when the train had just arrived, and Ari saw her step into the fourth carriage from him and sit down.
He shook his head, not wanting to think about it right now as he had to meet the headmaster of the university. She was sitting on the seat, listening to music, when a Bollywood song - Muskurane, played, and she sighed, seeing Ari’s head pop in her mind, the wind blowing his hair. She was feeling guilty; it wasn’t intentional to give him the cold shoulder.
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adoreyouusugar · 2 years
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I really so badly need an Ari Levinson short story/series with the inspiration being the song Call out my Name by The Weekend!!!
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cevansbrat0007 · 7 months
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Off the Market
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Summary: Ari learns that you're not the sharing type. Which is fine by him, because neither is he.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Jealous/Possessive Reader, Oral Sex (mentioned), Discussions of Public Sex, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Polite Fat Shaming, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Be sure to check out the follow-up fic, A Man Starved. Not beta'd. Not beta'd. All mistakes my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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“So?” You ask before taking another sip of your milkshake. The thick and creamy treat goes down easy, which makes the amount of time it took to get to you well worth it. “What’s the verdict?”
“Not bad.” Your companion mumbles as he eagerly gulps down his own shake. “Not bad at all. But just so we’re clear, drinkin’ one of these isn’t gonna get you out of our deal.” He stirs the drink with his straw before plucking out the cherry and popping it in his mouth. “Remember you swore on it.” He holds up his pinky finger as a reminder.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.” You tell him as a smile flits its way across your lips. Without thinking, you go to feed him your own cherry. You find yourself giggling at the way he playfully nips at your fingers, his tongue lapping at the traces of whipped cream. 
There went your big Beast of a man proudly living up to his nickname, as per usual. Thank goodness you were the only couple dining outside today.
“Hey. How come yours tastes better?” Ari pouts suddenly, sending you into another fit of giggles.
“We got the exact same thing, honey.” You roll your eyes at him before returning your attention to the menu in your hand.
“Bird?” His growl comes out soft and silky. And it immediately has you on high alert. Because you recognized that tone. 
It meant you were in trouble.
“Um, yes?” You try ducking your head behind the oversized, laminated piece of paper. Maybe if he couldn’t see you anymore, he’d just let it ride.
“Did you just do what I think you just did?” 
“Well, I suppose that depends on what you think I just did.” You sneak another sip of your chocolate shake, doing your best to forget about all the extra unnecessary calories you’re putting into your body right then. After all, you and your man had a deal. And you aimed to see it through. 
“I think you just rolled your eyes at me.” Ari rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward on his arms in an attempt to get your attention. “Now, just because I gave you a pass back the boutique–”
You blow out an annoyed breath. “That wasn’t my fault! You kept making me model the most ridiculous pieces for you, even when I knew they wouldn’t fit.” You peek out from behind your menu long enough to scan the area for Stella, your waitress. Of course she’s nowhere to be found. 
Which, oddly enough, was fine by you. There was just something about the woman that seemed to ruffle your feathers a bit. Although you couldn’t quite put your finger on the reason why. 
“Except they did fit.” Your bounty hunter surprises you by yanking the menu from your grasp. He then tosses both yours and his onto a nearby empty table. “And maybe if you would’ve allowed me into the fitting room with you earlier, we could’ve scored you another bathing suit. I still think we should go back for that sweet little black and white number. That ass was made for it.”
“It was too small. Just like the other ones.” You counter, feeling your cheeks heat at the intimate praise. The burn only intensifies when you recall the way he’d simply let himself into the fitting room after you’d vetoed your third bathing suit. It had been his pick, which meant he felt that he was well within his rights to, as he put it, “see for himself”.  
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“Baby.” He said, chuckling softly. “If a woman expects a man to wait outside and do it patiently, then perhaps she ought to give him a little show.” When you balked he’d simply shrugged and picked up an ice blue monokini before handing it over to you, silently demanding that you try it on. With him right there in the flippin’ fitting room. 
And he hadn’t felt the least bit compelled to help preserve your modesty by looking away as you’d changed. Instead, he’d had the gall to take a seat in a chair that was tucked away in a corner.
“This is completely inappropriate!” You hissed, clutching the forgotten suit to your chest. “Wh–what if someone comes by?” 
“Then I expect you’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?” He held a finger to his lips, playfully shushing you. “That way it stays our little secret. Now, how about you model the pink one for me?”
“I’ll model whatever you want once we get back to your place.” You tried, your entire body had been practically vibrating with embarrassment. 
“Nah. I’m afraid that ain’t gonna work for me.” Ari had leaned back in his chair then, leisurely crossing his long legs over his ankles. “See, this Beast of yours is itchin’ for some instant gratification.” He’d locked his fingers together before resting them on his firm stomach. “And I ain’t leavin’ until I get it.”
“Guess we’ll be in here for a long time then, huh?” You’d responded rather snippily. “Because I’m not about to–”  
“You know, sweetheart, now that I’m thinking about it, I just realized you haven’t fed me yet today.” 
“I thought we were gonna grab a bite after..?” The knowing look that passed between you two had been enough to make you feel weak in the knees. “Umm...”
“You know how I get when you make me go too long without a taste.” His piercing blue eyes had dropped to your (thankfully) still panty clad pussy. “I’m gonna need a fix, baby. And soon.” You’d watched him cup his impressive cock through the fabric of his jeans. “Otherwise I might start gettin’ antsy.” The silky purr of his voice alone had been enough to have your thighs clenching.
“Don’t – ooh! Behave yourself, damn you!” You’d done your best to ignore the way your core had spasmed with need. “There will be no funny business in this fitting room. You are not getting us kicked out of this store, Beast!”  
“But I’m hungry now. Starving actually.” He’d pressed, a wolfish grin spreading across his features. “And all I can think about is sinking to my knees and burying my face in that gorgeous pussy. Right here. Right now.” 
You'd watched as he rose from his seat, his big body crowding your smaller one. “Wanna taste all that sweet, wild honey of yours when you cum on my tongue like a good girl.” You’d also squealed none-too-quietly when he pinned you against the wall. 
And although the man had seen fit to warn you of his plan, you still hadn’t been prepared for his boldness. Even less so when he dropped to his knees in front of you, his nimble fingers tugging at the edges of your panties.
“Ari…” You'd breathed, rising on your toes to graze your lips along his bearded jaw. “We can’t. Not here. Patience, sugar.”
“Like I told you, I’m about out.” He’d responded on the heels of a groan. “But I might be able to find some more. Maybe. But only if…”
“If what?”
“If you stay the night once we get back to Bell’s Creek. I wanna spend the rest of the evening getting all tangled up in you. Especially after I managed to work up such a sweet tooth.” Ari had brushed mouth over your covered mound, loving the way your nipples pebbled at his words - his touch.        
“I accept your terms.” You’d told him with a soft giggle as heat suffused your cheeks. “Now let me go so I can model these last few for you. It’s about time we get a move-on to our next stop -- no more kisses. Oh God, Ari! Be patient!”
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“I’m not trying on another thing after I stuff my face, honey.” You mumble as you take another sip of your drink. “We’ll just have to come back another time. Plus, you’ve already spent more than enough on me.” 
“You’re worth it.” 
“You should’ve at least let me pay for half.” You start to protest, feeling uncomfortable with being doted on in such a way.
“Already said no. And you ain’t payin’ for lunch either, so you’d best not get that pretty mouth all twisted up to ask.” 
“How about we–” You find your conversation interrupted by the arrival of your waitress, Stella. 
“Hey, ya’ll!” She chirps as she comes around the corner, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she finally makes her way to your table. “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. How are those shakes treating you, hm? Pretty good?”
“They’re great.” You and Ari respond at the same time. 
“I just knew you’d love ‘em!” She responds rather animatedly, her freshly manicured fingers lightly brushing over Ari’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to notice. But you do. Because it’s not the first time it’s happened. “Looks like you’re doin’ alright over there, handsome. Can I get you another one?”  
“No, thank you.” Your Bounty Hunter hums, his gaze locked on the menu as he works to make a final decision. “But I do think we’re ready to order.” 
“Yep.” You readily agree, even as your eye twitches. “We sure are.” 
Stella makes an innocent show of turning away from you, her gaze focused on Ari. “I bet a big, strapping fella like you would be interested in one of our steaks. Our beef is grass-fed and sourced locally. Which means it’s always fresh, never frozen.”
“Actually, I think we’re both gonna have–” You attempt to interject, only to be shut down without so much as a glance in your direction. 
“Did you happen to see our line of Skinny Gal Salads, buttercup? They come with all the flavor, but only half the calories. They’re listed on page two if you wanna take a gander while I walk your lovely friend here through tonight’s specials featuring our signature porterhouse.” 
Your waitress’ audacity hits you so hard you almost feel a headache coming on as an unexpected fury burns in your belly. A belly that could probably stand to benefit from one of those so-called Skinny Gal salads, but then again that would go against the deal you’d made last night.
Which involved you and your man enjoying a couple of worry-free milkshakes and bacon cheeseburgers. You’d promised that you would try to relax and not get so caught up in all of that internal calorie counting like you usually did.
So, like it or not, a deal was a deal and you aimed to see it through. Regardless of what your waitress had to say about it. And if the woman was smart, she’d take her hand off your man’s arm before something happened to it.
“Now handsome, did I hear you say you were visiting from Bell’s Creek?” Your waitress cocks her hip against the table while she ignores you in favor of cozying up to your Beast. “Because it just so happens that I have a friend there that I like to visit from time to time. Do you happen to know–” 
“Actually, I’ve heard amazing things about your barnyard cheeseburgers. So I think we’re gonna have two of those with bacon. Extra bacon. Please.” You tack on the last word, which is spoken through gritted teeth. 
Finally, Stella turns to you and offers a patronizing smile. “Can I interest you in a side salad with that, buttercup? It comes with a spritz of our homemade red wine vinaigrette.”
Ari sits back in silence, apparently content to watch whatever the fuck was transpiring between you and this bottle blonde heifer with a notepad. Which was fine. You were a big girl who knew how to take-up for herself when the situation called for it.    
“I want fries, sugarplum. But who knows, my friend might want one of those skinny ass salads to go with his meal. Does that sound good to you, baby?” While your eyes never leave hers, you manage to catch a glimpse of a smile from your companion. 
“I, uh, would also like fries.” He coughs. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh, which only serves to piss you off even more. “But thank you.”
“That’ll be all, honey.” You politely growl, snatching Ari’s menu from him before your waitress could use it as an excuse to touch him again. “We’ll let you know if you need anything else.”
“But you haven’t heard the specials.” Stella turns back to Ari, a soft pout gracing her plump lips. “It just might change your mind. You might find yourself wanting something…better.”
Oh, no the fuck she did not. Your man was fine with his choice. You. The burger. All of it. Be gone, bitch!  
“We’re good.” You snap, seething inwardly. “You couldn’t possibly have anything more special than what he’s already got goin’ on in front of him, right here. Right now.”
Your waitress stares you down, but you refuse to be the one to blink first. If your eyes gave up and fell out, you had faith Ari would collect them for you before safely guiding you home. Your man was a gentleman like that.
“I guess I’ll go ahead and get these orders in. Two burgers, heavy bacon, coming right up.” The smile she gives you now is much more brittle and it doesn’t meet her eyes. But you also can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.
This woman needed to remember to stay in her lane before you ran her off the road.         
“Thanks.” 
“Welcome.”
And then she’s gone. You find your glaring at her retreating form. You’re actually in the middle of fantasizing about what would happen if you took a pair of scissors to her annoying ass ponytail when you hear your name being called.
“What?” You snarl as Ari comes back into focus. And what the hell was he grinning about? Didn’t he realize that that pretty face of his was in slapping distance?
“You’re really something, baby.” He murmurs, his gorgeous blue eyes dancing with mischief. “You know that?”
“Meaning?” At the moment, you were in no mood for anyone else’s bullshit.
Ari leans forward in his chair as one of his big hands comes to rest atop yours. “I just meant…I’ve never seen you jealous before. It just surprised me a little is all.” He finishes with a shrug. “I didn’t expect for you to…to…”
“Didn’t expect for me to do what, Beast?” Your tone softens as you watch his head dip, his bearded cheeks tinged with red. He perks up when you give his hand an affectionate squeeze, flipping your positions slightly so you can lace your fingers through his. 
“Claim me.” 
Those two simple words are enough to send you reeling. Is that really what you had just done?
“It’s no secret that I like you, Bird. A lot.” His voice drops an octave as he works to explain himself. “Every time I see you, it’s like there’s something in me deep down inside me that screams mine. I guess I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me. Until now.” 
Was he being serious? Of course he was! This man had never struck you as the type to joke about any of this.
“I like you too, Ari. But what I didn’t like was watching our waitress flirt with you like I wasn’t even here. I almost fucked her up with my spoon for touching what’s mine.” Ari’s perfect teeth sink into his plush bottom lip, his nostril’s flaring as his mind works to process your admission.
“Say that again.” The command rumbles out from somewhere deep in his chest, compelling you to obey. “Louder”
“You’re mine, Ari Levinson. For today. Tomorrow. For however long this magical thing between us lasts – you belong to me.” You breathe, butterflies filling your belly. “You’re officially off the market, you got that?”
“I hear you, Bird. Loud and fucking clear.” The grin on his face soon proves to be infectious. “And you have no idea just how happy I am to hear you say that.” Ari opens his arms to you then, beckoning you forward.
The next thing you know, you’re up and moving before you’ve even registered what’s happening. All you knew was that your man needed you. Which meant you needed to go to him. Now.
“I always want you, Ari. Even when I shouldn’t.” You tell him as you gracefully slide into his lap, looping your arms around his neck as you do. 
“I know the feeling.” Ari murmurs, brushing his mouth over yours. “Which is why I want to do something special once we get back to Bell’s Creek. Before I have to leave again.” The startled look on your face has your Bounty Hunter rushing to finish his thoughts before you can verbalize your confusion.
“What do you–?”
“I’m only gonna be gone a few days, baby. Three, maybe four, tops.” One of his large, slightly calloused palms presses against the back of your neck, drawing you in closer to him so that he can take your lips again.   
“Oh.” Comes your lame reply.
“I’m coming back to you, Bird.” Ari rests his forehead against yours as you try to calm your racing heart. “You have my word. But I still wanna do something special for you – for us – before I go. Will you let me do that without a fight?”
“Okay.” 
“Okay.” Feeling content, Ari leans in to capture your mouth with his own once again. After behaving himself all day, it was time for his reward.
“Wait.” You place your hand on his chest, halting his advances. “You’re still mine wherever you go. I don’t care if it’s fucking Siberia.” You grab a fistful of his shirt, hauling him forward. “You’ll still be mine there too. You with me?”
“Fuck yeah I am.” Ari growls, using both of hands to cradle your face as he slants his lips over yours once again. The kiss is as passionate as it is raw. Your tongues dance together, both fighting for dominance. But this time your Beast lets you win.
Desire burns in your belly as you savor the sensual victory. You bury your fingers in his hair, tugging at the chestnut strands. Meanwhile, one of Ari’s hands goes to grip your hip, making you moan when he gently molds and kneads your curves. 
Jesus Christ! You suddenly felt as if you were wearing too many clothes. 
His lips skim along the column of your throat as you pant. You were always so fucking needy for him all the time. It made it almost impossible for you to resist him during moments like these.
You’re so lost in each other that you don’t even bother to look up when you hear footsteps approaching. “Will these be separate checks or…oh.” You hear your waitress stammer as she tries to collect herself. “I’ll, um - I'll just bring the one.”
Ari briefly pulls away, eliciting a soft whine from you. “Thanks. And while you're at it, we’ll be taking our food to-go.” 
“Bye, Stella.” You giggle as you give a little wave before playfully nipping at his jaw, not even bothering to glance over at the other woman’s face. You knew it was petty, but staking your claim on this man in front of your so-called rival felt so damn good. Especially after a day like today.
Frankly, the only way it could get any better was if you could make yourself utter those three magic words – the same ones you’d been practicing in the mirror last night. But right now they simply wouldn't come. They kept getting stuck in your throat.
Oh well. Guess you’d just have to try again tomorrow.
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Ari + pinned down + “Fuck, sweetheart, I love it when you whine so pretty for me.”
*incomprehensible screeching* ok ok calm down self no pressure 👀 lol but thank you Siri for this prompt! And all who read I hope you like what I came up with☺️!
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✨Pairing✨: ex!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader
Summary🪄: As luck would have it, your ex is there to save you from a creep. Some coincidence right?
🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, soft/dark-dark elements, mention of sexual harassment, violence (man-man), unprotected adult happy funny times (please be safe everyone!), fingering, breeding kink, mention of alcohol, a couple bad language words
Your once pleasant buzz has since been replaced by a dull headache as you sit in the middle of your ex’s king sized bed. One of his shirts - smelling a mix of his cologne and detergent - covering your freshly washed body after the small bar brawl left the front of your top and skirt soaked with beer.
Every few minutes your mind wanders back to that moment where the “kind” and charming stranger showed his true colors. His touches becoming unwanted while trapping you against the bar and ignoring your protests. If it wasn’t for Ari, quickly yanking the hazel-eyed man away from you before his fist was soon meeting his cheek, you’re sure you’d be stuck somewhere and missing for God knows how long.
Maybe even worse.
A light knock on the door has a small smile curling on your lips seeing Ari in the doorway. His muscular body nearly taking up the entire space standing in his black sweats and some worn looking band tee.
“Hey, you feel alright?,” he asks and you nod. “Need anything?”
“No, just tired.”
“Get some rest. I’ll be out here if you need me.”
You didn’t want him out there though. In your current state - emotionally vulnerable and unable to get the events out of your mind - you wanted him next to you. To not be alone for tonight at least.
“C-Can you stay? Please?,” you call after him halting any further movement out of the doorway. With that tilted smile you still loved, he was soon removing his shirt and joining you under his sheets.
“Of course sweetheart.”
His thick arm wrapped around your middle with your back against his front, it was like old times how instantly safe and comfortable you felt. How you fit together so well, it was as if you’d never even broken up in the first place. And when his nose bumps behind your ear barely touching one of your special spots, that familiar flip returns to your stomach as well.
“Goodnight.”
“Night Ari,” you whisper, but you already know sleep is a far off concept from your highly active brain still focused on the bar. Trying to force you into reliving every detail as if helping you study for your own exam.
So many minutes pass of just feeling the air from Ari’s nostrils against your neck and hearing cars run by that you’ve accepted you probably won’t be sleeping tonight.
“That pretty head’s going a mile a minute again huh?,” he asks slightly startling you thinking he was asleep this whole time.
“You can tell?” He nods and you can feel the gentle scratching of his beard on your skin.
“Your pulse is a bit high; not to mention your body’s tense. Not as relaxed as I know you wanna be.”
He was always so intuitive with you. Knowing how you were feeling or if you were off without you having to even say a word. It was honestly scary sometimes how he was there with what you needed before it could cross your own mind.
“Why am I not surprised? Spot on as always,” you softly chuckle.
“Because I know you sweetheart,” he replies placing a chaste kiss to that sweet spot behind your ear. “Know all about this body. What goes on in your mind.”
His voice in your ear as his hand slowly drifts from under you and down your abdomen to the front of your thigh has you beginning to squirm. An ache quickly forming between your legs you want him to erase.
His fingertips trace a slow circle just centimeters from that junction as his lips create their own steady path down the column of your neck to your shoulder. It’s a tortuous buildup you wish he didn’t enjoy so much.
“Let’s get you to sleep, yea?”
“Please,” you shamefully beg anticipating his touch where you needed most.
And he doesn’t disappoint placing your leg over his so you were spread wide for him. His middle finger immediately dipping in your needy core and dragging just right you couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled from your lips.
“Still so tight after all this time. We can work around that though can’t we?”
By the time he was done - having readied you with two orgasms - you were already in a mindless haze only capable of babbling incoherent noises, “please”, and Ari’s name.
Exactly how he wanted you as he pushed your thighs up against your chest keeping them in place with his wide upper half while his hands pinned yours over your head. You were now completely at his use as he slowly began to push into you with a low groan and silent curses how you gripped him so tight.
“Ari please,” you whined. Head lulling to the side to lie on your arm. “Need you.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, I love when you whine so pretty for me,” he finishes with a gasp finally pushing to the hilt. For your sake, he tries to start slow, but the feel of you clinching around him and all the sweet noises you’re making, it doesn’t take long for that rhythm to quicken. The squeaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping soon taking over your moans and panting.
“Mm don’t stop!”
He moans nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m the only one that can take care of you. Knows all your spots that make you dumb. Isn’t that right?”
Ari takes your whine as a yes, smirking as his mouth finds yours in a heated and numbing kiss.
“Because you’re mine sweetheart.” His pace quickens and you shriek as your release squirts to the sheets below. It only spurs him more moaning as he feels his own release approaching. “Always have been, shit, always will be.”
You want to whine and push him away with your new sensitivity and puffy folds that feel raw, but that blissed out cloud just keeps lifting you higher and higher that you don’t want to come down.
“And everyone’s gonna know it too seeing you with our little baby bump. Gonna be the best mama to our babies.” The thought of you carrying a mini version of the both of you pushes him over the edge moaning his release as you have one last one of your own feeling him fill you up with deep ruts wanting it to stick as deep as it could go.
Finally meeting that blissful high with you, a tired chuckle leaves his lips as he kisses all along your sweaty face. You’re pleasantly knocked out - mouth slightly parted - as he carefully lifts up so your legs can be stretched out again. Although soft, he doesn’t pull out; instead staying buried deep so none of him can escape.
Plus having you wrapped around him so snug, occasionally pulsing and clinching, it’s better than any blanket he could ever buy.
“Now, if only you weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this,” he whispers before leaving one last peck on your temple.
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So for those who’ve read my works over the years, this is definitely a bit of new territory for me (soft/dark-dark and smut) so hopefully it’s not cringe🫣. Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for this prompt and for allowing me to play☺️! Also sorry if this is longer than a standard drabble lol
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flordeamatista · 1 year
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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙚
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pairing:  soft dark!professor andy barber x reader
concept: Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: possessive Andy, hair pulling, dom Andy/sub reader undertones, age gap , edging, fingering,  fingering, oral (f receiving),pussy slapping,manipulation — soft dub con to be safe but reader is excited,  power imbalance, dumbification, praise, Professor kink, reader sent a nasty email to Professor Andy, Sir kink, dirty talk, spanking, size kink, rough sex, blowjob, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degrading, nickname- (love, princess, slut)
a/n: @sunshinebuckybarnes Now, have fun daydreaming hehe. Thank you for that beautiful ask.
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His path leads you into the darkness of blue but all you can see is the fire of desire
After he picked you up from the bar, you were cold and he was lustful, so it wasn't your fault.
As soon as you decided to go out, have a little fun, and were two tequila shots in, you sent him an email in the bar telling him that his grading system was terrible. You totally deserved that A in his human relations class and he needed to be more knowledgeable about the world. You were required to take Professor Barber’s class to finish your degree, and in doing so everything changed for you. 
It was Andrew Barber who gave you your new warmth and moans.
Now, who do you break your rules for?
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"Professor Barber..."
You turned your head, your lips hovering over Andy's. Your heart raced as you stared into his blue eyes. The normally bright blue shade darker than you’ve ever seen; nearly black as his pupils were blown wide with lust.
"Did I tell you that you could talk back to me, Princess?" He whispered, his voice grating your senses like gravel.
You shook your head lightly, feeling that you had just dug yourself a deeper hole. Now that he has read that email, he was picking up the pieces.
"I'm sorry, Professor."
"Turn around and read the email back to me," Andy commanded.  Compliant as if you were sitting in his class, your eyes drifted away from him to the laptop sitting atop his kitchen counter.
Your email glared back at you, taunting you :
Subject: Fuck You, Prof. Barber.
 The courage and vitrol that fueled your desire to give Professor Barber a price of your mind was astonishingly absent as you stood in his kitchen with his chest pressing against your back. Instead, seeing it filled you with dread and fear for what he may do to your academic career. Its heat pressing against your skin filled you with a desire you never knew existed, much like a coin has two sides.
Suddenly, you’re taken aback by the sensation of his hands sliding down your arms, then back up, enough to make goosebumps erupt across your skin, and for you to take a sharp breath.
You read the first line of the cursed email out loud, your voice wavering as Andy’s body heat intensified against your back. His reflection a shadow  staring at you through the laptop screen. You bit your lower lip to stem the tears that had begun to gather in your eyes, looking at the keyboard leaving your face raw and exposed to his punishment.
Andy wave his hand through the sweater and rubbed his fingertips against your nipple, and gently teased it. You felt your skin tingle in a frenzy of static as he pinched them.
A simple squeeze left you feeling as if your body was falling apart. 
As the warmth from Andy's center propelled you into overdrive, your tongue stroked across your lower lip. Andy laid light kisses over your neck, his fingers coming closer as he neared the center of your warmth.
In the palm of his hand, Andy swiped his thumb up, caressing the smooth skin with his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, he pulled back his hand and took your chin in between his fingers. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, his lustful eyes stared into  yours. Andy pressed his lips against your ear, and growled, "Repeat what you said in the email." 
Nervously, you swallowed.
How could you be so stupid to send him that email?
It wasn't your intention, but his grading system was out of date and he needed to fuck someone off to let his grumpy state see the light.
"Repeat what you wrote to me, word for word...don't make me ask again."
The thudding of your heart echoed in your ears. Each breath shook in your lungs. 
You mustered the courage you felt when you wrote the email and repeated, "Professor Barber, your way of living is sad, which explains why you are divorced and lonely—”
You paused.
Andy took his hand off your chin, gliding down your neck to the collar of the sweater. Pulling the collar away from your neck, he buried his teeth in your neck. “Did I tell you to stop reading?"
It was a new, fresh pleasure to wince in pain.
"N-no, Professor," you said shakily.
You felt Andy’s hand leave your neck and follow the curves of your body, stopping only when  it rested on your inner thigh. A tingle zinged throughout your body as Andy pulled your legs apart and revealed your lace panties that were soaked from your dripping cunt. 
"You insulted me, Princess," Andy growled.
Your lips curled into a soft moan as your eyes closed. Andy's eyes glowed with lust, his grin widening as he placed his palm on your wet pussy, forcing the lace aside to feel  the wetness that was his.
"Look at you," he beamed, “I've barely touched you and you're so wet for me."
You lost control from the  the warmth of his hand that rubbed your wet pussy. You believed  that you would stand your ground and he would change, but you were ── in his house, in his kitchen, wearing his clothes, half-naked- and his touch destroyed your strong aura as an independent woman. 
"You've been such a little tease all semester." He reached down to undo your lacy underwear, taking them off without any effort.
Was this an exam of desire?
"You are such a-"
Your insult cut short by a harsh slap. 
The harsh smack against your throbbing pussy left your body shaking, and you learned, in that moment, that he was holding the strings to your desire. 
"I don't hear you reading, Kitten." Andy’s voice slithered through the fog like a siren to a pirate.
But, instead of reaping your reward from a Professor knocked down, you walked willingly into his trap.
The second smack made your entire body tremble and your knees wobble.
"Are you getting quiet?" he smirked. When his hand smacked your throbbing, wet center again, your fingernails dug deep into the counter. 
Your voice quiet, you continued, “Your methods are ineffective, and no one is warming your bed with the ridiculous sweaters and ties you wear to hide your life and I bet your co—."
Trying to maintain your composure, your nails dug deeper into the counter as your body slowly reacted to the sudden change in events; as if you were stuck in molasses. One moment, you’re filled with a righteous indignation at his grading system that fueled your deep desire to have him know what you really thought of him and his course with no thought as to the consequences of your actions as you pressed “send”  The next moment, you are at his house, bent over his kitchen counter. You haven’t the faintest clue how you got here, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts of Andy.
You are sober but drunk with desire.  His desire. His attention.
You wanted to know how far this would go when you felt his touch. There was no doubt that you lied, but Professor Andy was a man.
A man who just needed you.
With ragged breaths, you tried to calm yourself, but your body rejected your silent plea for self-control as you fell back against his chest. Andy's fingers sped up, and as you trembled and instinctively tried to close your legs, you knew it was not possible to regain control from Andy.
"Mmm, Princess, let's talk about what you said about my manhood," Andy said softly as his lips met your cheeks, a soft kiss that contrasted with the strong smack he employed on your swollen clit.
In spite of your pleas for him, he ignored you and slowly inserted his fingers inside your body while he laughed at your squirming. With each movement you made, he slapped you again and again. Your moans were all that was heard and the feel of his fingers inside you with a slap to keep your mind from wandering.
His disciplined approach keeps you motivated and hungry for more as he leaves his mark on your body
"Princess, you deserve to be tortured the same way that you've tortured me all semester." Andy said as he swiftly pulled  his fingers out of you., Your eyes widened as he licked your juices off his thick fingers before turning you around to him. "You taste delicious and all dripping for me"
You gasped at his sheer strength, trying to push back against him. 
Andy held you down with his free hand as adjusted himself behind you. Knowing what was likely to happen, you moaned at the sound of his belt buckle rattling.
“Professor…”
"I won't leave you unpunished." He snapped his belt, making you shiver with arousal. "You don't want to be expelled from university because of your actions, now do you?"
“No, sir I will do anything” you pleaded as his fingers edged your heat. 
You screamed when he landed a stronger blow to your pussy before you could say anything further.
“Please…” you cried. The sudden intrusion of his middle and ring fingers in your body caused you to scream in agony as he didn’t allow you to adjust.
A steady rhythm of his fingers blurred your vision as you felt yourself edge toward your end; to the abyss of your orgasm.
“Oh, my God! Sir...” you cried. "I- I'm going to cu-cum..."
You were right there, right at the precipice of ecstasy. 
Andy ripped his fingers out begrudgingly and pulled you back from the edge of your orgasm. You squirmed and slowly cried out his name from the absence of his touch.
"I'm not going to let you off that easy, honey", Andy said condescendingly. He spanked you hard on your ass, then pulled you by the neck to stand straight.
“Take off the sweater, put it on the floor, and get on your knees.” 
You have taught me more about myself in your presence and reflection, his slut
Andy smirked and gripped the back of your neck, “What was the line you said about my cock?” You let out a soft moan when you saw his cock up close and immediately opened your mouth to let him use it.
Andy stroked your face with his free hand as he rubbed his cock's tip along your lips. "It’s time for you to learn your place and respect me,” He slapped your face and shoved his cock in your throat.
Tears fell from your eyes from the sudden intrusion in your throat. 
You felt the heat between your thighs increasing and wanted to please him. You enjoyed the gagging sensation his cock gave you in the back of your throat. You preened as you felt him tense up and his dick swell in your mouth.
Your ability to think clearly and to resist anything he did to you was gone. You were intoxicated s by his size, taste, attitude, and your own arousal. Your hand drifted between your legs to touch yourself at how hot it was.
Andy took a deep breath and tugged at your head, controlling your movements, your head bobbing down toward him when he saw your hand wander down your stomach. He pulled out of your mouth and pulled you upright by your hair. 
He smiled down at you as he reached down to grab your legs. He lifted you into the air, your legs wrapping  around his waist, as he carried you to his living room. Despite your behavior, the soft kisses on your hair remind you that he cares for you and that you are his princess.
The smell of his skin lingers on my body, and I crave more.
The soft cushions of his couch bounced when you landed. As he stripped off his clothes and got down  on his knees, his lustful blue eyes stared at you like a predator.
"Look at you lusting for me," he groaned. "Want to see what my tongue can do for my slut's pussy?"
He leant in as he listened to your desires, blowing soft air, inhaling your scent, and rested his nose on your pussy. 
His tongue came out and almost hesitantly licked your clit.
“I'm sorry for— the , please let me--” you moaned and grabbed hold of his hair, fists clenched tight. It was his tongue that reminded you he controls everything in your body. His beard burned your pussy and tickled your entire being. He gave you punishment so easily, you knew it wasn't even close to the end. 
You knew his game of seduction.
You moaned as you wrapped your body around his cool lips, and a smirk appeared on his face as he marked your legs beneath his fingertips and watched your breasts move with his rhythm.
“Andy, I’ve been so good for you, please... I promise I will do anything you ask of me, please fuck me up.” You cried, desperate to feel him.
The chuckle on his face was accompanied by a lick of his lips. Your hips jerked in anticipation of another kiss, but he stood away from you instead. In his hand, he spat, briefly stroked his cock, and then moved closer to your pussy.
“Oh, aren’t you so desperate for me?” Andy leaned over and roughly kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you tried to pull his tongue closer to yours. You were his needy little slut
The tip of his cock teased you as you pleaded for him to fuck you.
“What makes you believe you deserve this? ”
“Please…” you begged.
"Well... " he said as you groaned beneath him. "Since you asked so nicely, and I respect desire"
Despite your squeal, he pushed steadily inward. While working in your cunt, he groaned with satisfaction, knowing he would be the only one to touch it.
He pulled his hips back and, for a moment, you thought he was pulling out, but the next instant he slammed his cock deep, pounding hard against you. You squealed out your wants.
Andy stroked your pussy passionately, fucking it deeply. When your pussy squeezed Andy's dick like a fist, he knew you had the tightest pussy he had ever felt. "Look at your pussy welcoming me in, it is so good, damn it is so good, do you feel it" he groaned in your ear as he leaned forward to grow louder and louder as he rapidly thrust into the pussy as he knew that the cunt was meant to be fucked hard, fast, rough, and deep.
It was a blissful feeling as your hardened nipples scraped against his chest while he rocked against you in response to each grinding thrust. "It feels so good, Sir...don't stop." 
Andy bent down to capture your lips,pushing his tongue down your throat. “You are my new fucktoy now. Your only responsibility is to warm your professor's dick whenever he needs it, right? I will never stop fucking you, my princess. "
It was a struggle for you to respond as Andy thrust hard and fast into your sodden hole, moaning softly while unable to reply, "Yes, Professor.". 
Putting his hands around the top of your head and linking his fingers, Andy rammed you down brutally using his own hands to hold you in place.
"My pussy, my princess," Andy whispered with every thrust as he slammed his cock in you, planting sloppy wet kisses on your jawline.
A deep expression filled his face as he gazed into your eyes. "Who are you?" 
You couldn’t answer him.  You wanted to tell him you were his slut and his only. Your vision spun as Andy dragged out your orgasm. Feeling as if you might pass out, you dug your nails deeply into his back.
Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.
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The sweater was a reward for pleasing, and a punishment for looking gorgeous with it on. 
You sat in class, and awaited the professor's arrival. When you got a text message saying, "My sweater fits nicely on you and let me see my pussy," "you opened your legs so he could see it.
To know what is his, he needs to see it.
In front of you, Professor Andy was licking his lips and getting ready to begin his class.
Your ragged breath fills the air as I savor every drop, because we both know the fun is only just starting.
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venusstorm · 1 year
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a request where chris evans fucks his girlfriend ,reader inside his trailer
Imagine you’re his makeup artist too. Just picture the amount of sneaky bullshit the two of you would get up to inside of his trailer. 
Shake the Trailer
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Pairing: Chris Evans x makeup artist!Reader
Warnings: 18+, sex, grinding, humping, praise-kink, light degradation, creampie, spit kink
w/c: 963
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"Stop staring at me like that," you mumble, eyes locked on painting Chris' black ink tattoos with creamy foundation. 
"Like what?" He pouts. You don't even have to look up to know he's poking out his lip, that infamous puppy dog face of his fighting to reel you in. 
You're on your tippy toes, stretching to reach the top of his tall stature and Chris was loving every second of it. You looked so adorable with your furrowed eyebrows, tongue peeking from between your lips as you blended the beige foundation into his skin perfectly. 
"Let's take a break," he murmurs, eyes trailing down your figure. 
"Tapes start rolling in forty, Chris. We don't have time for breaks." 
"But, angel..." He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 
"But, nothing. And can you stop moving? It's already hard enough to reach you as is."
He releases a heavy sigh of defeat, his hand retreating to his side reluctantly. "I can sit if you'd like."
You smile, "thank you." 
You follow Chris to the loveseat in the back of his trailer, gathering your supplies and dropping them back onto the floor. He plops down on the couch, watching eagerly as you tower over him, oblivious to the way he was soaking up your presence. 
Fuck. You were just so perfect. His sweet little makeup artist and girlfriend bundled into one. Could you blame him for being insatiable? The moment your hands grazed his skin he could feel his cock stir, fighting the urge to shove you against the wall and make the entire trailer shake. 
Without warning, he pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your waist as your legs fall to his sides. "Better?" He asks, his voice deep with yearning. 
You shake your head in disbelief, fighting off the wide smile blooming on your face. "Just keep your hands to yourself, Evans."
Chris nods, the smirk on his face replaced by an expression of seriousness. "Of course. Wouldn't want my pretty baby to lose focus."
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"Angel, please," Chris grunts. His head is thrown back, lips parted as you grind into his lap. 
"No touching, remember?" You tease mockingly. 
His hands clenched into fists, your soft moans taunting him devilishly. "C'mon, sweet girl. Let me feel you, please, baby." 
You whine as his hips thrust into you vigorously, his clothed length poking underneath your skirt.
"I can't ruin the makeup, sweetheart," you counter, running your hands through his locks and pulling him towards your lips playfully.
"Screw the fucking makeup. You can redo it, C'mon, baby. Wanna feel your pretty walls, fuck. Makin' me so hard. Gonna fuck you so deep."
His cock is leaking beneath you, his spend sticking to his boxers. Chris ruts into you harder, his blue eyes glaring at you with need.
"Let me fill you up, angel. Dump all my cum into that tight cunt. I know you love being all messy, sweetheart. Cum dripping down your legs while I fuck my seed right back into you.”
You hold onto the sides of the couch for balance, the cushions hardly supporting you. You began to envision his burly arms wrapping around you, his arms trapping you against his warm skin. He always liked how small you were against him, your body in his full control. 
"We shouldn't even be doing this, we're working," you mumble, voice hazy as you felt his cock hit your folds. 
"Stop acting as if you care," he murmurs. "Just let me have you, angel. Cum all over my cock until you're fucking shattered."
You watch his eyes roll backward, his hands slipping underneath his boxers to jerk off. He strokes his cock quickly, his eyes struggling to stay focused on your movements.
More spend drips down his shaft, the wet spot growing larger until you can feel it against your thighs. "Oh, sweet girl, M'gonna cum, fuck M'gonna cum."
You elevate yourself, giving him room to slip his boxers off completely. His cock pops free, his tip glaring red and dripping. Quickly you push your panties to the side, guiding his member into your entrance and sinking onto his cock with ease.
Chris helplessly thrusts into you, moaning loudly as you grab his hands and place them around your waist. You muffle his noises with a kiss, saliva dripping down your chin as he cries out your name. 
Ropes of cum shoot inside of you, his movements never faltering. He fucks you through his orgasm, eyes rolled back and arms hugging you against him. He fucks you like a doll, using your cunt as his own personal fuckhole.
He always liked to hold you close, possessively gripping your waist, shoving your face into his chest.
"All. Fucking. Mine." He bounces you on his cock frantically, his seed seeping from your hole and messily covering his lap. Fuck, he was so thick, breaching your hole and stretching it wide without care. 
With one hand he holds you tightly, the other he cups your face, fingers slipping between your lips for you to suck on as he fucks his seed back into your tight channel.
You groan as he spreads your mouth open wider, a string of saliva dangling from his tongue and landing on yours before he embraces you in another kiss. 
Your body begins to convulse from the action, your moans growing louder as you grip onto his shoulders for leverage. 
"I've got you, sweet girl," Chris murmurs, his hands caressing your head into his neck. "I've always got you."
Your legs twitch as you squirt against him, liquid coating his groin and seeping downwards. Chris basks in your breathy moans, staring in awe as your lips part.
“Feel so good, angel,” Chris moans weakly. And before he realizes, he’s breaking down with you. His second orgasm meshes with your own until you're left clawing at his back. He shouts from the pain, his grip on you tightening as he empties his balls into you. 
He doesn't bother pulling out, instead, he thrusts himself deeper, resting you on his cock so he could kiss your sweet lips.
“Look.” His eyes trail down to his chest, amusement glimmering in his eyes. “Perfectly intact.”
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shotgunbunny · 1 year
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Anon who asked if you take requests here, i wanted to ask you if you could write a third part to lumberjack!ari because he doesnt want to leave my mind 😩 i read both fics yesterday and ive been thinking about him non-stop. If you want and can could you write a third part where he got his little wife pregnant, her period is late but doesnt wanna get him excited for nothing so she goes by herself in town to buy a pregnancy test. He finds out and goes home mad, ready to punish her but once he gets there and sees the positive pregnancy test all his anger goes away and all he does is kiss her and praise her for being such a good wife who will soon give him a baby
༻𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬༺
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WC:3.1k+ GIF by evansensations
{soft!dark!lumberjack!Ari x pregnant!reader}
{Warnings!! Soft!dark!Ari!! Ari being possessive!! Mentions of sex!! Mentions of abortion but like just the word!! Being pregnant!! Morning sickness!!}
Like real people do {part 1}
Eyes always seeking {part 2}
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Ari was much softer after that night in the hot tub. From his glaces at you to how he held you. It was as if he was trying to apologize for how rough he could be through his gentle affection. And you were loving every second of it. It was such a change from his usual character. You were used to sharp glares and steeled looks and now when he looked at you, you saw adoration swirl in his blue eyes and a smile on his face. His hands that once held you so firm, now cradled your waist as he burried his face in the crook of your neck to drink your scent in and leave gentle kisses.
You had no idea why he had changed but you couldn't bring yourself to complain as you adored bathing in his love. Everyday after work you would make dinner and he would eat every bite with a peaceful smile on his face. Followed by him asking for dessert which always resulted in you on the kitchen table with your skirt of dress pulled up and Ari feasting on your pussy until you coated his beard with your essence. He devoured you everytime and would ask for a kiss in return. Loving Ari got easier by the day, and he couldn't help but let himself drown in your love.
Ari had changed after that night due to the overwhelming love he had for you. You accepted his gift and thanked him endlessly making his ego sky rocket. He knew that it was a gateway for an attempt to escape yet you never even tried, the thought had never crossed your mind. The fact that you had never even thought about running away from Ari made him soft. You wanted him just as much as he needed you. Being so gentle with you was so simple and easy that he fell into it. He loved holding you so closely and ghosting his lips across your neck. It was as if the final jigsaw piece finally slipped into place and Ari felt complete.
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It had been a month since that night and Ari had made love to you nearly every night whispering sweet nothings to you while he wrapped his arms around you and showered you in his love. Every moment was perfect in the Levinson household now that things had changed and Ari had opened his heart to you fully.
You remember when you were laid across his chest listening to his heart beat, your head rising with his breathing. Your hand was interlaced with his after a night of love making. You stared up at him, mapping out his beauty so that you could forever remember his glory and write about it in a poem one day. He glanced down at you before holding your gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled making his heart beat faster causing you to blush.
"What are you looking at, little love?" He said it so softly yet his chest still rumbled almost like a purr. You kiss his chin and he hummed producing the purring noise again. "You. You're so pretty Ari. Thank you for giving me your heart." His ears turned red and he smiled so gently. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and brought them back to lay on the bed. "Pretty? I've never been called pretty, but I'm glad you find me so appealing little wifey," a beat passed and his arms tightened around your waist. "Thank you for giving me your heart first little wifey. It's my most treasured item."
You blushed and giggled, everything he said was like poetry and it made butterflies errupt in your stomach. "I promise to protect your heart forever my handsome husband." Ari grunted, his eyebrows knitting together causing him to frown. Your heart sped up and you couldn't help but fear you had said something wrong when he suddenly kissed your forehead. You looked up at him and spoke it a hushed voice almost as if telling you a secret. "You shouldn't protect my heart, my love. That's my job. I'll defend every bone in your body, I'll protect your heart and soul, and I'll always keep you safe." And just like that you fell further in love with him.
You cherished that memory so dearly, yet the next morning wasn't as romantic. You awoke feeling so ill and ran to the toilet, you were as quiet as possible as you left the bed yet Ari immediately felt you leave and his heart raced. He heard the sound of you heaving in the toilet and quicky approached. He stared, worry swirling in his iris's as he saw you with your head in the toilet bowl. He walked over slowly and caressed your back, before gathering your hair out of your face.
When you were done, you groaned and felt Ari's hands leave you before you registered him returning with a glass of water and some medicine, you smiled up at him and thanked him.
That should have been your first sign but you assumed it was the new takeout that Ari had brought you last night, and he assumed so too. When you threw up the next morning Ari remained asleep. And it kept continuing, you'd get up and be sick while Ari slept peacefully. You hated it so much, throwing up nearly every morning was causing your mood to change to fast that Ari didn't know what to do. He assumed that it was your period yet didn't mention it as he was scared of offending you or upsetting you.
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You had woken up to empty you stomach again, early in the morning. You flushed it away and brushed your teeth, trying to think of what could be wrong with you. You spat out the remnants and rinsed your mouth with water before heading back to bed. You cuddled up to the sleeping bed, needing his heat after running out of it and into the cold. You decided to keep your ill episodes secret, you didn't want Ari to change how he was with you. Logically you knew he would take care of you and make sure you were okay, but the otherside feared he saw you as a sick wife he didn't want.
You sighed and stroked a lock of his hair out of his face before heading to sleep too. You were awoken an hour later by Ari's soft lips pressing on your forehead and a whisper of 'I love you.' before he headed off to work. You hummed and cuddled closer to Ari's side, breathing his scent in. You relaxed and fell back to sleep, dreaming of Ari and him building a treehouse.
You slowly awoke again, much later in the morning and yawned. You reflected on your dream and smiled, Ari as a dad would be so perfect. One day you'd have your own but for now you were happy hogging all of his attention. You knitted your brows together. Thinking of pregnancy sent your mind racing until it lingered on the big question: When was the last time you had your period? You gulped. It must be late.
Yet the more you thought about it the more things made sense. Your increases sex drive which Ari was thriving off. The sickness you were enduring every morning. Even how your eating habits had changed. Your heart raced. You needed to settle your mind, with a determined huff you dragged yourself out of bed and remade your bed. You decided you needed to go to town and get a pregnancy test.
You put panties and sighed remembering how they felt. You hadn't worn any in such a long time because Ari often claimed he wanted easy access to his wife. You chose to wear a simple dress and glanced outside. It was sunny, so you'd skip the jacket. You smiled, you hadn't been to town in such a long time. You decided to do a bit of glam, and decided to do a cute look so that you didn't look overdone, but you definitely looked pretty. You grabbed your bag and stuffed your phone and purse in, before heading down the stairs.
You slid your shoes, you hadn't worn them in a while either. Ari hadn't let you leave the house, but why would you want to leave, everything was so beautiful here. And Ari had made so much of the furniture that you often marvelled at it. You grabbed the pair of keys that dangled on the side and headed out and locked the door. You decided to call an Uber to get into town. You smiled, maybe you'd go and see friends. You shut that thought down quickly remembering how Ari had told you what they were really like. You were so grateful for a man like him, he took such good care of you.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your Uber pull up. You checked that the door was locked and headed into town.
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Ari wiped the sweat from his brows after delivering another blow to the tree he was currently chopping down. He felt his phone buzz and he groaned before he pulled it out. He saw a text from his friend Richard, his heart started racing. Richard had agreed to help keep an eye on you, especially if you decided to wander.Suddenly all the heat he was feeling from the sun and his work disappeared, as he felt ice settle into his blood. There on his phone was a crisp picture of you in town.
His jaw tightened and his eyes fired up with rage. How could he be so stupid as to let his guard down. Ofcourse you'd wander, you're so curious about the world. He'd chain you down when he got you home. That was for certain, he'd teach you a lesson on trying to leave him. He dislodged his axe from the tree and threw it at the ground in a fit of rage before he stormed off to his truck and yanked the door open. He got it and slammed the door shut before speeding off home.
He'd wait for you at home, so you could do your walk of shame and give your shitty excuse as to why you'd even dare leave the sanctuary he had created for you. He parked his truck before unlocking the door. He practically kicked it open and closed. He stomped to the living room and sat brooding allowing dark cloud to linger over him and rain dark thoughts into his mind. He crossed his arms across his chest and he let out an angered huff. He'd wait for you.
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You were browsing the aisles with a shy look on your face. You kept your eyes down until you reached the feminine health section. You looked around and strolled past the pads and tampons, you swallowed. What if it was just a late period and you were over reacting? You sighed it was better to be absolutely certain rather than letting your mind torment you. You looked at the variety of tests. There were so many options. Your eyes glanced until you saw the named brands and you decided to grab 2 to be absolutely sure.
You headed to the self checkout with the clutched in your fist and scanned them both before pulling out your cash. You never remember having cash in your purse, maybe Ari put it in there. Your heart fluttered at his selflessness. He was such a good husband. Although you haven't had a proper ceremony yet, he did manage to get you both married with the forms. You cried tears of joy that day, you were officially Mrs. Levinson. But you couldn't help but ache for a beautiful church ceremony, and Ari had promised that soon he would grant your wish.
You put the tests in your bag as well as the receipt before heading out and ordering and Uber back home again. Your heart was speeding up at the possibilities and soon your hands began to shake both out of fear and excitement. Your Uber pulled up shortly and you began your journey back after a short trip into town. No one had really noticed you or cared.
And that was all thanks to Ari and his subtle threats at town meetings. How he had staked his claim on you in front of all the folks. How he had waved your certificate of marriage in all their faces and then told them if they wanted to keep their houses warm and their buildings etc. Then they'd obey his rules when it came to you. Ofcourse you were oblivious to him manipulating the whole town, and believed his every word when he claimed that they didn't care about you except him.
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You got out of the Uber and immediately noted Ari's truck parked outside. You were trembling, did he know? You had no other option but to bite the bullet. You sucked a breath in and slowly headed towards the door and opened it. You slid your shoes off and hung the spare key up. You turned around and jumped at the enraged look in Ari's eyes. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and before he could even utter anything mean out you babbled out, "I'm sorry! I don't know! But if I am we- we can have an abortion or something!"
Ari stopped functioning. His eyes went blank and his mouth went agape. He stared at you and your timid stance. Your eyes filled with tears and your bottom lip wobbling. You stared at him begging, pleading for any sign from him. Yet he was too busy in a loop of thoughts.
'Abortion.' That's all that echoed in his head. They are linked with pregnancies. And that would mean that you're pregnant. But that's impossible because you had your period. However Ari had been presumptions about it and when he thought you were, you had sex and there was no blood. Over and over his thoughts looped. His mind flashing with possibilities when he heard you voice sad and soft breaking him out of the inner discussion in his brain.
"I-I don't know if I am. I don't wanna get our hopes up." Ari immediately bundled you in his arms keeping you close. You weren't leaving him. You were potentially having his child. He felt his heart grow ten sizes, he pulled away and looked down, a stern look still planted on his face. "Why were you in town?" You gulped and reached into the bag pulling out the two pregnancy tests. Ari's eyes widened. His heart started racing suddenly coming to terms with the fact that he could potentially have gotten you pregnant. He might be a dad.
He gulped and looked down at you, "Have you taken them yet?" His voice was a whisper and you glared up at him. He was just too happy over what might be happening to realise how silly his question is. "They're still in the box. So no I haven't." You snapped at him. Ari felt more puzzle pieces connect. Your change of mood, the strange food you started eating. He stared down at you. "What are you waiting for? Take them."
You both ran upstairs, you went into the bathroom and Ari stood outside pacing, stroking his beard feeling every second drag on way longer than it should have. You came out and looked at him. "It takes about 2 minutes. I've left them on the side." Ari drew his eyebrows together before he headed towards you and gathered you in his arms. "Listen baby, all the sign point towards yes. But don't worry too much about my reaction okay. I'm happy if you're pregnant or not. All that matters is that you are okay and healthy." You stared up at him and nuzzled into his chest.
You felt safe, you felt loved. You both stood there embracing the moment not knowing what to do or how to act. You just simply stayed in each others arms where you knew it was safe and loving. Where nothing bad could attack, and nothing cruel could hurt you. In that moment you were just Mr and Mrs Levinson. And that's all that mattered.
When you pulled away, it had been way over 2 minutes. Ari looked down at you. You half smiled before heading into the bathroom and letting out a sigh. You looked down at both tests and tears gathered in your eyes. Ari felt his heart race at your watery eyes. You turned to him with a massive grin on your face holding both the tests. "I'm pregnant!" Ari had never moved so fast. He scooped you up in his arms.
He felt tears gather in his eyes. You were pregnant with his child. He was going to be a dad. He finally had a family. "You're pregnant baby!" You giggled wiping your tears and wrapping your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. He pulled back and placed his forehead against yours. "We're going to have a baby!" He whispered it so excitedly that you giggled. He put you down gently and you stared up at him seeing nothing but love reflecting in his eyes.
"We're gonna have a baby! You're gonna be a daddy!" Ari immediately began to smother you in kisses, making sure to kiss away all those tears. His anger from earlier melted in seconds, he was glad you went out. He pressed a kiss to your lips. Pulling away and swiping hair behind your ears, "You make so me so fuckin' proud mama. You're gonna have my kid! You're so fuckin' amazing!" You both smiled and laughed.
Ari looked down at you, his eyes returning to concern, "You haven't had morning sickness though?" You looked down shyly before gently saying, "I have. Every morning about an hour before you start work it happens. And I can't wake you because you look so peaceful when you sleep." You pouted. Ari immediately tilted your chin upwards, he stared down at you sternly, "Listen here wifey, I don't care how peaceful I look. You wake me up, you let me help you. It's my job baby. I need to take care of you. Got it?" You nodded and kissed him.
He smiled and his features softened up, upon feeling your lips against his. He was so happy in this moment, he couldn't stop kissing you and holding you. He admired every part of you. Feeling nothing but love fill his bones and his blood. You both stared at each other, drowning in adoration when Ari spoke again, his voice was a murmur and all you could hear was a rumble due to your head on his chest. "You're so perfect wifey, you're giving me a child! God I'm gonna keep you pregnant forever baby, that's a promise."
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to be his wife 🥰
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Mrs. Barber
Oh what a dream ♡ Let's imagine what it'd be like if after leaving his ex he met a lawyer that was his ideal match.
Pairing: Andy Barber x lawyer!reader
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, fluff, possessive!andy sprinkled in.
Word Count: 825
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From the moment he stepped into the courtroom and saw you were opposing counsel Andy knew he was screwed. The whispers of the woman that could rival him as a prosecutor moving to the district didn’t contain how beautiful you were.
Your stellar professional reputation preceded you, but your bewitching presence was a surprise that completely caught him off guard.  
Andy wasn’t one to get flustered under the pressures of the court, but when you looked at him, his speech briefly stuttered along with his heart. Your words flowed eloquently, and your confidence made him grateful that it was an open-and-shut case, because once court was adjourned he decided that a woman as brilliant as you belonged with him.
He pursued you until you gave in, but it was a lot harder than he anticipated. You weren’t looking for anything, yet his persistence ensured that you found it anyway. The man wore you down with his kindness, helpfulness, and those dazzling blue eyes always giving you his undivided attention. Despite your cynicism, you let yourself fall for the lawyer with the complicated past. 
Fortunately, Andy ensured that you didn’t regret it. And to further prove his commitment, he proposed after six months of dating you, simply because he needed you to be his, in every way possible. 
Just like he made you his, every night since you agreed to go out with him. You thought it might be a bit too early to sleep with him after your first official date. But as he helped you out of his Audi and walked you to your front door with your hand firmly in his, you knew exactly what was going to happen. 
“Tell me to leave, honey,” he mumbled against your lips after kissing you goodnight. 
“But I want you to stay,” you whispered before opening your door. 
He took care of you that night, worshiping every inch of your body, just like he wanted to from the moment his eyes laid on you. 
Your attraction couldn’t stay confined to just your places at night, and that’s how stolen kisses at work turned into making love behind locked office doors. But sex wasn’t always like that, sometimes he’d fuck you, quick and rough, just enough to get you both there. Other days, he’d take his time, dominating you hard and slow; whispering the filthiest words you’d only hear when you got him like that. 
“That’s it, honey. Go soft under me, fuck – this pussy’s so fuckin’ tight it’s like she wants to keep me inside,” Andy groaned against the shell of your ear, his beard grazing against your soft skin as he pounded into you. You felt him everywhere; his warm lips, his large hands, his hard length roughly sinking into you over and over again. Until you were screaming his name, barely able to hear him mutter how well you squeezed his cock and how pretty you were as you came for him. 
The two of you eloped on a weekend trip in Portland, and the main thing that changed once you were officially his wife was that his adoration and devotion became even more intense. 
Andy was a self-assured man, but now that you were his, you didn’t miss the way his possessiveness lingered whenever you interacted with other male colleagues. In fact, you loved the way he’d make it apparent that you belonged to him. You loved it even more when he took you home and reminded you that you were his Mrs. Barber – as if the ring on your finger and the hold on your heart wasn’t indication enough. 
His protective nature, the way he cherished you as a partner and always took care of you made you fall for him more and more every day. A few colleagues at work even mentioned that you changed him for the better. He didn’t hide the fact that he was once a workaholic that prioritized his job more than anything in his past relationship; instead he made sure that you knew that you were his top priority through his actions. You were his new beginning, a chance to do things differently, and he certainly made the most of that. 
Andy was the perfect husband to you, his wonderful wife. 
Because you were his ideal partner. You were the warm softness to his rough exterior – although you were strong when you needed to be and Andy really admired that. You were the one that he trusted to tear down the tall walls he’d built up over the years. He needed someone that didn’t judge him about his past, that actually appreciated him, and saw him for the deeply caring man that he was. It amazed him how you fit the bill in every sense; a fact he expressed gratitude for often.��
And now that Andy loves you, he can never stop. Because you’re his better half, his gorgeous and amazing wife, his Mrs. Barber.
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What You Need
Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader
Summary: When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need
Written for @dadplease’s 5k Stuffie Writing Contest! Love you, Eun and I’m so happy to have been able to write something for this!!
Warnings: 18+ONLY, DDLG dynamics, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety and stress, use of “daddy” and “little one”
Word Count: 1.4k
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By nature you were sensitive and soft and that’s exactly what Chris loved about you. 
How soft your heart was. You were just the most adorable thing and while you had learned to find strength in your softness, sometimes you just wanted to be taken care of, to be babied and told you were okay and loved and didn’t have to worry about a single thing especially when you were always expected to be the strong one. 
And that’s where Chris came in. Your Daddy. The love of your life and the man of your dreams who always did his best to make you the happiest because you were precious to him and deserved the world. 
Things had been going great with your boyfriend of two years, you had settled into your dynamic, and long gone were the days of shyly calling him “Daddy”, you said the title with confidence now, very much happy to be his Little. 
Lately, however, you were more stressed out and overwhelmed than you could handle despite wanting to admit it. 
You felt a little pathetic for not being able to handle everything on your plate with ease, from your responsibilities to things with your family and friends and with your job, you just felt swamped and frustrated that everything felt so difficult and that you weren’t good enough to do any of it right. 
Chris could sense your anxiety looming over you more than it should be and gently guided you to take breaks and made sure to give you extra love and care, he knew how much of your own needs could end up pushed to the side when you felt this way and most of the time you could get through the day but today was just one of your hardest. 
Bad news compounded by the stress of just trying to exist had you on the verge of tears all morning and by the time Chris came home for the day you were really struggling to keep it together. 
He called out to you like he always did when came home but you couldn’t answer him, in fact you were hiding under your blanket in your shared bedroom, afraid that you’d just burst into tears if you saw him. 
You just needed to hold it together that’s all, you had so much to do and you didn’t want to acknowledge how distressed you were in fear that if you did it would just never end. 
But Chris was always good at figuring out where you were at both physically and mentally and before long his soft footsteps and the patter of Dodger’s paws upon the floor could be heard getting closer. 
Two knock reverberated against the half closed bedroom door, “How’re you holding up, little one?” his voice was gentle and careful in that way that made you yearn for his embrace. 
There wasn’t any point to hiding your anxiety, all the little signs and unspoken things were there. You wanted his love and comfort and you had to give in and let yourself believe you deserved it. 
Slowly, you sat up, keeping your fuzzy blanket wrapped around you  tightly, your eyes reluctantly finding his. And that’s when the sniffles and tears started. 
“N-not good, daddy. I don’t feel good.” you whimpered, eyes bleary with tears oh so ready to fall to your cheeks below.
Chris came to your side immediately, the sight of you so upset making his heart ache. 
“Hey, hey, c’mere sweetheart. I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now, can I hold you? I’m right here,” he kept his voice real soft for you, the tenderness and concern in his voice making you sob even harder. 
You could only nod and reach out for him, letting him wrap you up in his arms tight.
What grief it was to be shown so much patience and care when you felt so broken. Chris saw your pain and worry and would move mountains to make it stop and to know that made you feel safe to fall apart and release all the panic weighing you down. 
“Shh shh, there you go. Promise it’s gonna be okay, baby, let all that out.” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head that was tucked into his chest, his hands rubbed soothingly at your back.
You were scared and the anxiety came in waves but it did feel good to let yourself cry and to be held through it, you felt so shaky and unsteady but Chris was right by your side and slowly but surely you allowed that to sink into your mind and provide a shred of stable ground to find your footing on. 
He rocked you in his arms a little, squeezing you just a little tighter whenever your cries got heavier until eventually there were more sniffles than tears falling. 
Nervously, you looked up at him and was happy to see his lips form into a soft smile, just for you. 
“Hey, there’s my girl. You know what I have that I think will help you feel better?” Chris whispered to you and leaned his head down to kiss your forehead. 
You tried to take a guess but shook your head shyly when you couldn’t think of anything and that’s when Chris started to move to get up presumably to get whatever he was going to give to you but you didn’t want to be left alone, you just wanted to stay in your daddy’s arms forever and forget about the icky thoughts in your head. 
A frantic whimper of protest could be heard as Chris stood up from the bed, his heart aching once again at the sound. You were just so precious and sensitive and he wanted to make this all better so he held his arms out for you. 
“C’mere, we can go get the special surprise together,” he grinned when you rushed to him and felt yourself being lifted from the bed, “Good girl.” 
Two words that never failed to make your heart melt like it was your first date all over again. 
The smell of his cologne and shampoo helped ease you further as you tucked your chin against his shoulder and held on till you reached the living room and even then Chris didn’t let you go, he simply positioned you around so you were sitting in his lap, your back against his chest. 
And then out of nowhere he pulled a lilac colored bag from the side of the couch and handed it to you. 
“I know you’ve been dealing with a lot of big feelings lately and hopefully this can bring you some comfort, you deserve it, princess.” 
You were still sniffling and your eyes were a bit swollen from crying so much but there was that tiny spark of wonder and excitement in them again that Chris loved to see so much and he watched patiently as you sunk your hands into the bag and gasped as you pulled out the gift. 
A soft, plush sand colored bunny rabbit stuffed animal with cutest floppy ears and crocheted pink sweater over it’s body was held in your hands! The same one you’d seen in that shop window downtown months ago! Chris must have noticed you eyeing it and your heart swelled as it sank in.
“Daddy! You really got me the bunny!” you squealed in delight, hugging it to your chest. There was a wide smile on your face and that’s exactly what Chris had hoped to see.
“Mhm, I remembered you talking about how adorable you thought it was for twenty straight minutes after we passed the shop and went on a hunt for it the other day.” 
Chris pressed another kiss to your forehead as you marveled over the plush bunny. It smelled like him and the little smile sewn onto his face instantly made you feel like you had a friend, like you’d get through this rough patch, like you had a sweet little companion to hold onto when your head became too anxious. 
“I love him, I love him so much already! Thank you for this, daddy. And for taking care of me and making me feel safe. Everything is gonna be okay, right?” your voice dropped down to that tiny whisper that told him you were feeling Little and vulnerable and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.
“Everything will be okay, little one, exactly right. I’ll always take care of you, that’s what good daddy’s do. You’re everything to me and you don’t have to take on anything without help. Me and Mr. Buns are right by your side.”
You laughed at the name he’d given your new stuffie and nuzzled his cheek, a few seeds of hope beginning to sprout in your heart. 
Maybe it really would be alright after all!
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Something short and sweet cause sometimes you just need some comfort! Sending love to anyone who needs it!
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some tags: @nsfwsebbie @babyyhoneyydarling @pipsqueakkitten @strawbeariefaerie​ @bitchinsinclair​ @honeystevie​ 
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (3)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
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(the reader is about two and a half months at this point)
Another school week had come to a close and you still hadn't been able to have a proper meal without the aid of ginger ale by your side. your advanced placement section had just left, and most of the high school was clearing out or joining their afterschool activities. You sighed packing your books and laptop away in your tote bag. Before you could shut off your desktop you heard a soft knock on your door.
You turned around and saw Aria Evans standing in your doorway with her basketball uniform on. She was not only brilliant at academics but in sports as well. Basketball in the fall, soccer in the spring. She was guaranteed to get into a stunning university.
"Aria.' You smiled. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I, um, I was just checking in on you. You know, from a few weeks ago." Her eyes wandered to your stomach which had started to grow at this point causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.
"I'm fine Aria, thank you." You smiled softly.
"Do you know who my uncle is?" She blurted.
you looked down at your shoes, you turned, and finished packing your bag. "No." You lied.
"I don't mean to be in your business, but I overheard my mom and him talking.' She played with the hem of her uniform. "I just wanted to know if it was true."
You sucked in a deep breath, shaking as you expelled it through your nose. "Aria, is this really an appropriate question for you to be asking me?"
"No, I guess not.' She kissed her teeth, walking towards your door. "I just thought you'd be honest is all."
You turned around to face her. "What is there to be honest about if you already know?" You dropped your arms letting your growing belly be on display.
Aria shook her head and pushed open your classroom doors, disappearing into the hallway. You sighed, throwing your hands over your face. Now that a teenager knew your secret you were certain everyone would soon after.
Chris was still shocked you had agreed to get coffee with him after last week's fiasco. This time he wanted it to be just the two of you. No managers, no lawyers, no drama—hopefully.
Chris had gotten a small corner of the cafe for you two to occupy. Now all he had to do was wait for you. it hadn't been long until he saw you walk in. You had your phone in your hand and you were bundled up in scarfs and a long coat, sporting a pair of boots that made your frame look slimmer.
You looked around the cafe obviously looking for him. He took the liberty to bring you to your table. Chris walked over to you and placed a gently hand on your elbow.
“Hi.” He said, a smile could be captured from underneath his Boston baseball cap.
“Hi.” You picked off a curl that hand stuck onto your lipgloss.
Chris smiled softly at you. “We’re over here.’ He felt you stiffen. “By we’re, I mean you and I.” He reassured.
“Right.’ You chuckled softly, following behind him.
“I didn’t know what you’d like. So I left the menu for you.” Chris groaned, sitting down.
“Probably just a ginger ale. I can’t stomach much else.” You explained, feeling a gaging sensation even now.
“That bad, huh?” He asked, feeling bad for you.
“Mhm.’ You nodded, focused on finding a waitress before you puked everywhere.
“Have you told anybody?” Chris sipped on his coffee that was already running cold.
“What?” You turned to look at him.
“About the pregnancy.’ He sat his cup down gently. “I wouldn’t want you going through it alone.”
“Um.’ You coughed to keep your vomit at bay. “Just my best friend Vada. My sister is at LSU, and my mom.’ You paused, not ready to go that deep with Chris yet. “Just my best friend.”
“But I know you’ve told people.” You said finally flagging down a waitress, begging for a bottle of ginger ale.
“How do you know that?” Chris’s eyes bunched together.
You pushed your lips together making them turn white, before opening them to speak. “I teach your niece aria. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a joy and one of my brightest student’s. But she did ask me if I was pregnant by you the other day.”
“God.” Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry about her, she must have heard me and my sister talking.”
“It’s fine.’ You smiled shortly, downing your first sip of ginger ale. “So what did you want to talk about?’ You burped. “Sorry.”
Chris stifled a laugh. “Just the baby, I suppose.” Chris had so much he wanted to talk about, but he wanted to take it slow with you. He could tell you were still holding back.
“What about the baby?” You asked, finally not feeling goosebumps when you said that word. You were finally bonding with your little ball of a mistake and you kind of liked it—just hoped it would stop making you sick.
“Well maybe we should set up an ultrasound, and get you some prenatal vitamins. Maybe even a home birth nurse, and a doula for after you give birth.” Chris rambled.
You took a sip of your ginger ale, laughing as your lips attached to the bottle. “Someone did their research.’ You chuckled, Chris doing the same. “I just can’t afford those things and I’m already paying high insurance for something unrelated.’ You sighed. “Let’s just start at the ultrasounds and store bought prenatal vitamins—and I’ll only have pizza twice a week.”
Chris looked you up and down, you really didn’t even think of him as an option in getting you those things. He wanted the two of you to be a team on this. He needed you to know you can trust him and he wants the best for you and his baby.
“Well, I mean I could always pay for it.’ Chris took a sip of his coffee, his blue eyes staring at you through the heat that seeped from his cup.
“Ha.’ You snorted. “That’s some really expensive stuff.’ You pulled out your phone typing away. “A doula alone is anywhere from eight hundred to twelve hundred a night.” You shook your head.
“Well I’m not on a regular salary.” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You folded your arms.
Chris sat his cup down, and leaned back spreading his arms on the cushion of the couch. “Just means if we want something for our baby, I can get it.” He said, with a rough low voice. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”
“We’ll see.’ You said, looking him up and down. “I’ll set an ultrasound for next weekend, with my new gynecologist by the way.” You rolled you eyes. “Have you done anything with Perez yet? I can’t afford to.”
“My teams working on something, she’ll get what’s coming for her. We’ll cover your butt too so don’t worry about it.” Chris said, not wanting you to stress about it.
“Right.’ You finished your bottle.
The moment got quiet for you and Chris and the air around you began to thicken as he stared at you with those ocean eyes. Reading you. Studying you. You shifted uncomfortably coughing and moving your eyes from his direct line of sight.
He spoke. “Do you still have the pills?”
You knew this question was coming. You knew how much Chris wanted this, how obviously he feared with one choice it could be over for him. It was your turn to read Chris and he looked worried, every part of his firm body softened praying your truth matched his want—his hope.
You swallowed, tucking your lips inward. “I flushed them.” You admitted.
You could hear Chris audibly gasp, it was a sound of relief. “Why?” He asked, feeling his hope rising as you spoke.
You sighed, crossing your legs the tip of your boot touching his knee cap. “Because I want this.”
Chris smiled brightly, almost too brightly. God, he wanted to hug you. But he wouldn’t. It felt like something he could maybe sneak in after you had given birth. But for now the relationship still felt professional.
“I’m so glad to here you say that.” His smile still visible under his hat.
“You really want kids?” You asked him.
“A big Boston family.” He said.
“Well I’m only giving you one, so cherish it.” You laughed a bit.
“Right.’ Chris laughed along. “And you?”
“Hm?’ You tilted your head to the side.
“Want any kids?” He asked.
“No, but I guess I do now.” You smiled somberly, rubbing your growing belly.
Chris sat up looking down at your sweater covered womb. He almost reached for it, but he didn’t want to violate. “May I?” He blurted.
Your eyes went wide. Did you let him touch you? You almost wanted to say no. But this was his child too. “Yes.” You said hesitantly.
Chris’s hand reached out slowly toward yours belly, as he gently placed it onto you lower abdomen. He couldn’t feel much physically— but spiritually he felt his child and he loved their first touch. He smiled as his eyes watered. Chris was really going to be a daddy.
“You can’t feel much yet.” You said, looking down at Chris’s large hand.
“I know. It’s firm though.” He moved his hand.
“It isn’t always like that, so I guess that’s something.”
“Why do you touch it? Your belly?” He asked.
You were starting to notice that Chris was full of questions. “Just a comfort, knowing I’m not all alone anymore. Someone’s here with me.” You were honest.
Chris nodded and the room fell silent again for you two. Mostly because there was so much both of you wanted to say but were just to afraid to say, and you’d already rested enough water for today it felt.
“I’m going to order my Uber.” You spoke up, breaking the ice.
“Uber?” Chris asked. “I can drive you.”
“No, no.’ You waved him off. “It’s fine.”
“Y/n,” Chris placed his warm hand on your knee it jump slightly. “I insist, Ubers aren’t safe anyways.”
“You don’t live too far from here anyways.” He said.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know where I live?” You lowered your phone.
Chris’s eyes went wide. Embarrassed he had let that slip. “Well when I needed to find you I hired a private investigator and I guess he went really private.” He said watching your face fold in confusion.
“You hired someone to find me?” You stood up, trying to keep your voice to a minimum.
Chris stood up too. “Well yes, how else could I have found you.” He justified.
“I’m gonna wait for my uber outside.” You shook your head, tucking your coat to your body.
Chris rolled his eyes. Boy you were a stubborn one. He followed after you catching the door you had slammed, not knowing if it was intentional or not.
“Hey,’ he jogged toward you. “Y/n, cancel it.” He sighed, holding his hands on his hips.
“Why?” You asked, not looking at him.
“Because I’m taking you home.” He pushed his Audis keys making the car light up from across the parking lot.
“You don’t have to take care about me because I’m pregnant.” You said, shoving a piece of spearmint gum into your mouth.
“I do care about you.”
You laughed, popping a bubble with your gum. “You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe I want to get to know you.’ He said, rolling his keys in his hands.
You let another bubble pop, looking him up and down. God he was mulish. “Fine.”
“Fine what?” Chris almost grinned.
“Fine you can’t take me home.”
Chris smiled. “Perfect.”
The ride had been quiet so far, neither of you know what to say to feel the void. Honestly your Uber would have been more enjoyment than this. You had to say his car did drive nicely, and was oddly clean.
You snickered as you looked out the passenger window, the Boston trees morphing from their summer shades to their fall ones.
“What’s so funny.” Chris asked.
“You.”
Chris looked over at you for a brief moment before focusing back on the rode. “And how am I funny, Ms. Y/n?”
“Your car, it’s just really clean.’ You picked the fuzz off your cardigan. “Does someone do it for you?”
Chris laughed, fixing his baseball cap on his head. “What you think I can’t clean my own car?”
“No, it just looks really clean, like really clean.” You expressed
“And your car isn’t?”
“I don’t have a car.”
Chris frowned. “Oh, I didn’t realize.”
“Wouldn’t call an Uber if u had one.”
“Maybe I can help you with that.” Chris coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
The car stopped at a red light and so did you heart. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Chris get whim off your financial short comings and wanting to fix everything for you. You didn’t need his help with anything but the baby.
“I can manage.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
Chris sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed a hand over his full beard. “I just meant I want to help out where I can.”
“I’ve been saving up from my other job for a while now.’ You said. “No need.”
Chris’s eyes bunched together. When him and his p.i had worked together they hadn���t found you had another job. And they out found almost everything about you. “You have another job besides teaching?” He turned into your small apartment complex.
“Yeah.” You felt the car jolt as he put it into park.
“Where? If you don’t mind me asking.” He turned his body slightly towards you.
You gathered your purse, pushing open his door. “A bar in downtown Boston. I work Saturday and Sunday nights.”
“Why?”
You laughed, holding your belly as you swung out of his low seating car. “Because not all of us can be multimillionaire actors like you.”
Chris swallowed hard. “Right. Well can you text me when you set the appointment, I want to be there.” Chris smiled.
You nodded. “Thank you.’ You said, fumbling with your keys. “For the ride.”
“Anytime.” He smiled. Watching you as you unlocked the door and entered the complex.
Chris released a heavy breath putting his car in drive and pulling off. He hated that you were working two jobs and had no car. He knew it wasn’t his place but he wanted your pregnancy to be comfortable and smooth sailing. Not filled with stress, he wanted to do something for you— a nice jester, he just hoped you didn’t take it wrong.
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ranveer--singh · 1 year
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The nights are tasteless without you: part 12 ~ Ari Levinson Fic
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A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  
Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc
Ari was the first to stir with the sun rays streaming in through the curtains and hitting his face. He turned over and stretched, sitting up in the nude and rubbing his eyes. He smacked his lips and looked over behind him to find Maddy sleeping peacefully with a smile on her lips. Unable to resist how cute she looked, he bent over and pulled down the covers slightly. 
Her neck and chest were covered in light bruises and Ari bit his lip as he remembered how he had put them there. She was lying on her side, with her boobs squished against each other and her ass popped out, hiding her beautiful pussy from his view. He kissed her cheek and left the bed, deciding to make her breakfast. 
He pulled on his boxers and scratched his chest as he yawned and walked towards the kitchen. He started the kettle for making tea and set the milk to boil. Then he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and found a spare toothbrush in Maddy's vanity. He hoped she wouldn't mind him borrowing it. 
He returned to the kitchen to finish making tea. He checked his phone and his eyes grew wide as he saw the time. 
He was already an hour late.
Quickly he dialed Andy's number. He picked up on the first ring. 
"Hi mate!"
"Hi Ari, what's up?"
"Listen, can you do me a huuuge favour? I swear I'll owe you big time"
Silence on the other end. "That depends. How huge?"
"The size of my dong"
"You mean the size of mine"
"Debatable but whatevs-" Ari spoke over Andy's protests of "hey excuse me" "-so I need you to tell the head of my department to give me the day off. I can't come in today. Tell him I'll speak to him first thing tomorrow and get all my classes rescheduled this week. I promise."
"Hold on. What happened? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah it's fine"
"Do you want me to swing by your place? I have a free period next hour"
Ari panicked because clearly he was not at his own home. "No no, there's no need for that"
Andy paused. "Ari. Tell me what's wrong?"
"Well it's uh, so I'm with Maddy"
"Shit. Is she okay?"
"Yeah she's fine. Well, better than fine. God she's amazing" Ari moaned the last part. Andy chuckled at that. 
"Yes I know that loverboy, but then what's wrong? Why aren't you coming in? I'm worried."
"You worry too much pal. Just chill. You need to loosen up and relax."
"What aren't you telling me Ari?"
"Nothing! I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Bye!" Ari said as he hung up quickly before annoying Andy asked him more questions. He knew he meant well but his lawyer friend could be very relentless with his questions sometimes. 
He returned to his task of making his girl some tea. Meanwhile he pulled out some eggs and bread and decided to make her French toast.
Maddy stirred in the bed when she felt cold. She woke up and stretched, feeling sore all over her body. She realized she was alone in the bed and her lip wobbled, thinking that Ari had broken his promise of not leaving her. There were tears in her eyes when she sat up and looked around for some clothes to put on. 
Her heart lurched when she saw Ari's crumpled shirt from last night on the floor. She was relieved to see it, because even though Ari was sexy, he wasn't cocky enough to go out in the streets shirtless. That meant he was still at her place. 
Maddy let out a cute squee as she shrugged on the shirt. It fell to her mid thigh and she had to roll up the sleeves to get her hands free. She giggled to herself as she inhaled his collar and she had to squeeze her thighs at his manly smell. Ari must spray his cologne at his neck because she could still smell it on his collar. She heard some sizzling sounds from the kitchen, and eagerly she walked there. 
She had to slow down her steps because it hurt down there if she took wide steps. She cursed her man mentally for doing a number on her body last night. 
Her man. She bit her lip at that thought. Ari was here. And he was hers. 
She stopped at the entryway to the kitchen, just soaking up the sight of his back muscles working as he cooked. He was just wearing his boxers so she had a nice view of his broad naked back. She bit her lip when she noticed some red scratch marks along his sides. She didn't remember putting them there, but she knew she was the cause. 
A part of her wanted to run up to him and hug him from behind, but she was scared to run lest she feel the twinges down there. The moment she took a few small steps into the room though, Ari turned around and her surprise moment was gone. 
"Hey motek, look who's awake! Good morning!"
"Morning Ari" she said as she rubbed her eyes. Ari had heart eyes the moment he saw that she was wearing his shirt. He frowned when he saw that she was walking gingerly and wincing. He immediately turned off the stove, ran over to her and picked her up. 
"Ari what are you doing?" She gasped but held him around his neck. 
"I feel sorry that I'm the reason it hurts you while walking, so I'm gonna carry you"
"Stahp, you're so cheesy Ari" she covered her face with one hand as she blushed. Ari frowned again when he saw she had tears in her eyes. "Motek, does it hurt that bad?"
"No. I mean, I'm sore," she blushed and hid her face in his neck at his questions. 
"Then why did you cry?" He asked as he helped her sit in a chair. 
"Noooo, I'm not telling you," she ducked her head and toyed with his shirtsleeve. 
"Why?"
"Because you'll think it's silly," 
"Nothing my cute little Billo does is silly for me, okay? Now spill or I'll tickle you" 
"Noooo, no tickles," she said as she squirmed. Ari knew that she was very ticklish so his threat was going to work. 
"Fine. I'll tell you. I thought you left. Okay? Happy now?"
"Awww, no, I'm not happy. I made you sad billo. And I'm so sorry. I should have told you when I left the bed but I didn't want to wake you,"
"It's just…. I always fear that men just want sex and then the next morning they're gone…I hate one night stands…that's why I didn't date much"
"Awww baby. I know it means a lot to you. You made me promise not to leave. And by the way, good that you didn't date much"
"Ari," she gasped, "why do you say that? That's mean," she slapped his chest. 
"I'm selfish, babe," he said as he gathered her closer in his arms. "If you had dated someone before me, I would never get a chance with you and that would have been so bad for me, right?" 
"You must be telling that to all the girls, hmm?"
"No. Only to the ones who touch themselves after seeing me just once"
"Ariiiii, you meanie," she whined and slapped his chest again. "Will you ever let that go?"
"Maybe. But not now. Now I want you to have breakfast with me. Alright?"
"But I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"
"Okay then I'll reheat it for you. Oh and by the way I used your spare toothbrush, I hope you don't mind."
"No. Be my guest." 
"Perfect" Ari stood up and started the stove again. He was making chai on one side and french toast on the other. He flipped the bread and then left the kitchen. 
"Ari, where are you going?"
"To run you a bath!" He shouted from a distance. 
"Can I help with the breakfast?" She yelled back. 
"No, you just sit there and look pretty." 
"Ari the egg is burning!"
"Shit, I'm coming!"
He ran back into the room to turn the stove off. He picked up Maddy again and carried her towards the bathroom. 
"You silly man. Don't you have to go to college?"
"No. I'm playing hooky today"
"Hawww bad boy! And what about me, hmm?"
"Well, why don't you call your patients and cancel their appointments and we'll hang out together?"
"Mmm sounds like a plan," she said as Ari lowered her in her bathtub. The warm water soothed her soreness and she sighed in relief. 
"Feels good?" Ari asked as he helped her unbutton his shirt. 
"Oh yeahhhh" she moaned. Ari could feel himself getting hard again. 
"Do you want to join me?" She asked him.
"I do. You sure?" He said quickly. 
"Yes. Come here," she said as she pulled on his hand. Ari took off his boxers and climbed in with her. 
She leaned her head on his chest. "This is so nice." She whispered and kissed his chest. Ari ran his hands along her back and slyly groped her ass. 
"You got a great ass baby, so spankable," he said as he smacked her lightly. 
"Stahp," she giggled. Her hand shyly touched his dick, which immediately stirred in response. "Oh! Does that hurt?"
"No, it feels good," Ari sighed and kissed her forehead. "Really good. You wanna touch me some more?"
"Mm hmm," 
"Well then, let me show you how to do it," he said as he gave his cock a squeeze and tug. 
Maddy watched him curiously and then batted his hand away. She tried to mimic him and her eyes went big. "Oh! It's so soft!"
"Yeah, it is," Ari chuckled at how she looked at his dick with wonder. As if she was seeing a dick up close for the first time (which was a fact though)
She started tracing his veins and the frenulum at the bottom of his head. She rubbed along his length with a closed fist and then teased his opening with a thumb. 
Ari's hips lifted up in pleasure so suddenly that he splashed some water out of the tub. Maddy didn't seem bothered by that as she continued giving him a handjob. 
"I know people take this in their mouth too, right? I want to try," she said as she leaned down to do the same. 
"Okay," Ari panted, but held her head in his hands."But not now, I don't want you to choke on water in the tub baby" 
"Okay, in bed then?" 
"Fuck, okay baby, sure," he said as one of his hands went down to her bottom again and squeezed her cheeks. He teased her pussy lips from behind and dipped one of his fingers in. 
"Ouch!" She winced. 
"Shit sorry babe. Is it tender?"
"Umm little bit, yeah," she bit her lip. Ari looked at her face and she looked aroused more than in pain. "But I want you to keep going," she pleaded with her eyes. 
"Okay billo, maybe not like this, yeah? Let's get you cleaned up and I'll do it in bed," 
"Mm okay," she pouted and Ari kissed her again. "Later you naughty girl. Let's eat now." 
They left the bathroom and dried themselves. Maddy wanted to stay in his shirt a little longer and Ari didn't object. "Besides, you look very cute in my shirt." 
Back in the kitchen he reheated the tea and breakfast. Maddy called her patients over breakfast to cancel her appointments while Ari listened to her talking in marathi. He smiled as he saw her making adorable faces, but when she was all done, she gave him a grumpy look and kicked him under the table. 
"Ow! Metuka, what was that for?" 
"I had to lie to my patients! And it is all because of you!"
"Bad girl. What did you say?"
She blushed at that. "Well. I said the half truth at least. I told them I can't come because I can't walk."
Ari looked smug at that but bit his lip to hide his smile. "Well that's not a lie"
"Yeah, but I can't tell them why I can't walk right? So I…said I fell off the bed and sprained my ankle."
Ari couldn't control anymore and burst out laughing. "Sorry babe but that's just so funny. And adorable."
"Whatever, you meanie. Forget about apologizing to me, because, you know, you're totally responsible for my problem, instead you're laughing at me."
"Aww I'm sorry kitten. I'll make it up to you in bed. How does that sound, hmm?"
Ari carried her to bed again. "Are you gonna carry me everywhere? You're spoiling me Ari"
He made a fake serious face. "Well, I have to pay the price for hurting you last night, which I'm doing."
"Such a drama queen you are!" She said as he put her down on the bed and crawled over her. He immediately claimed her lips in a deep kiss that made her toes curl. 
This time she opened her legs willingly for him because she was really eager to feel him in her pussy. She grabbed his hair and started pushing him down. Ari got the hint and decided not to tease her. 
"Uff Billo, so impatient,"
"Yeah I've been waiting, Ari," she moaned in a sultry voice. "Been waiting all throughout breakfast for this."
"Aww such a good girl," he said as he kissed her pussy lips. "But a very needy pussy, hmm?" He smacked her lightly down there, making Maddy squeal. 
"Did that hurt?"
"No, felt good, Ari," she whimpered. 
Ari started kissing and licking her, trying to recall the moves that she had liked last night. He started fingering her and she was lost in moans and whimpers. Suddenly she pulled him by the arm towards herself. 
"What? What happened billo?"
"Ari, I was thinking,"
"What metuka?"
"I think you should keep a box of condoms here" 
Ari's lips twitched again. "And?"
"And another box at your place,"
"Anything else?"
"Carry a box with you," she hid her face in her pillow. Ari started laughing again. "How much sex do you want to have baby? Gosh, I didn't know I had such a horny kitten on my hands."
"I love it, okay? Don't judge me," she whined. 
"Mmm if it makes you feel better billo, I love it too," he whispered in her ear and kissed it. 
Ari started rubbing his erection on her wet pussy making Maddy gasp and moan. She pushed his boxers down with her feet and started kissing him. 
Ari growled when his dick rubbed against her clit. He grabbed it and knocked the head against her entrance. 
"Baby, can I put it in? Just a little bit, please?"
"Yeah, why don't you put the whole thing in?" She said, already pulling his hips towards herself with her thighs. 
"Fuck, I want to, but I don't have another condom right now."
"Oh! So…what now?"
"I can't cum near you…"
"Shhh it's okay….pull out when you want to."
"God, Billo, you're killing me. Don't say things like that,"
"Why?"
"Coz it's too tempting" he said as he rutted his hips against her. 
"Mmm okay, just be careful. I don't have any protection."
"Okay, fuck, I'll try," he said as he rubbed his tip over her pussy lips. He put his tip inside her warmth and she squeezed her inner muscles, causing Ari to come dangerously close. 
"Fuck baby I'm close," Ari said as he pulled out and climbed out of bed. He started jerking off. Maddy followed him and came to kneel before him. 
Ari growled loudly and cupped a palm below his balls to prevent spillage. After he was finished, he opened his eyes and saw a pouting Maddy kneeling before him. 
"Umm babe, what are you doing?"
"Ari, I wanted you to cum on my boobs. Like they do it in porn,"
"Fuck Billo. You're naughtier than I thought. You watched porn huh?" Ari panted as he fetched a towel to clean himself. 
"Hey," she flipped her hair. "Virgin and innocent are two different things, mister. And by the way, do you think it's possible to remain either in today's times?" 
"Ah you've got a point there. Well, tell me about the first time you watched porn then," he said as he cleaned up and picked her up again. 
"Well the first time I watched it I didn't understand what it was…"
"Mm hmm"
And so they cuddled on the bed and chatted while they dozed off. 
Some time later Maddy tiptoed out of bed because she needed to pee. She was also feeling cold with just a thin shirt on. After she finished her business, she stopped before her dresser and grabbed her lotion. She rubbed the lotion all over herself and then decided to surprise Ari a little bit. She owned a cute and sexy babydoll which she had bought for bed, but with her newfound confidence she felt like it was perfect to tease Ari. 
She slipped the tiny translucent black number on, without any bra or panties. She turned around to tiptoe back to bed but let out a squeal when she saw that Ari was awake and checking her out. 
"Ari! Shit you scared me! I thought you were sleeping,"
"No, I'm not," he gasped. He was breathing hard too. Maddy was puzzled but then she saw movement under the blankets. 
"Ari, what are you doing?"
"Sorry Billo, you putting on the lotion was the hottest show I ever saw, I can't help it, fuck," he said as he jerked himself harder. 
Maddy was shocked but she recovered quickly. "That's not fair. I must punish you you naughty boy,"
"Really?" He smirked. "What do you have in mind?" 
"Well for starters, you're not allowed to waste your cream two times in a row."
Ari's cock jolted when he heard that. "W-what do you mean?"
"It means I'm going to practice giving you a blowjob, and you're not allowed to cum until I say so. Okay?"
Ari gulped. "Okay billo."
Maddy tied her hair back and got down to business. Safe to say that Ari came a little too quickly thanks to her enthusiastic virgin mouth on him but then he made it up to her by eating her out again. 
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adoreyouusugar · 1 year
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Anyone know that author of that Ari Levinson fix where he’s like the up and coming heir or his family business alongside another C Evans character I think Andy or Steve and the brother is in New York where the company is while Ari is in some small town at his cottage and he’s like the brood of the area and the read is a baker and makes the trek to his cottage and is naive and anywho he wants to marry her or does propose to her and they go to a farmers market and I think Peter Parker is flirting with her and he gets possessive and he’s thinking of how to tell her about how he’s loaded and how they’re gonna have to more to New York soon
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cevansbrat0007 · 6 months
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Risky Business
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Summary: Full Story! Ari doesn't like it when you take unnecessary risks. So tonight he's going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Brat!Reader, Punishments, Use of Restraints/Handcuffs, CMNF (Clothed Male Nude Female), Discussions of Safe Words, Light Degradation, Spanking (mentioned), Ass Slapping, Manhandling, Thigh Riding, Light Choking, Orgasm Denial, Cursing, Minors DNI.
A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you finish knotting the tie on your pink silk robe. Ari’s instructions about what he wanted you to wear had been very clear. And since he’d left your house in a rather sour mood, the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint him. 
Your teeth go to worry your bottom lip as you pick up your phone to reread your text exchange from earlier in the day.
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You could only hope that he had gone on to have a good day. Otherwise you had the feeling you’d be in for one hell of a lecture whatever he time he made it back to your place. With a sigh you turn off the light and decide to make your way downstairs. 
As much as you try not to, you find yourself replaying the events from this morning over and over again in your mind. Perhaps wishing that things could have gone down just a little differently. 
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Six Hours Earlier…
You knew you’d fucked up the moment you heard the slam of the car door. Freezing in place, you’d dared to look down, not the least bit surprised to see your boyfriend damn near sprinting across your lawn in the direction of your house.
“Hey, Beast! Be right there–oops!” You’d gone to give a little wave, only to let out a tiny screech when you’d nearly lost your footing. Which had only made you man move faster.
“Bird – hold on! Don’t move!” He bellowed as before skidding to a stop just at the base of the ladder propped against the side of your home. “Fuck!” 
“I’m okay!” You’d quickly tried to reassure him. “But I think my roof is missing a tile. Couldn’t quite tell by looking at it from there.” You’d vaguely gestured towards the ladder that Ari was clutching as if his life depended upon it. “So I figured I’d just come up to see whatever there was to see.”
“Right. But…” Ari’s fingers had gone to pinch the bridge of his nose as he worked to calm his breathing. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re up there.” His heart had seized in his chest as he watched you wobble for the second time in almost as many minutes. “C’mon and crawl back to me, sweet Bird. I’ll hold this steady, you just focus on not falling.”
‘Please.’ He’d sent a quick prayer up to his Lord in heaven. Just in case he’d found himself in need of a little divine intervention if things went south. 
“Uhh…” Slowly, you’d begun making your way over to the edge of the roof. Your pulse has kicked up when it finally dawned on you just how high off the ground you really were. “I think I might be a little stuck.” A nervous giggle bubbled its way out of your chest as you continued to creep along the slightly sloped surface. 
Ari had cleared his throat, wiping his increasingly damp palms on his jeans. “You’re not stuck, sweetheart. We’re gonna get you down the same way you got up there, okay? Just keep coming towards me.”
“And if–if I fall?” He just seemed so confident. Which let you know that you really should’ve thought this through a little better. Perhaps this was what you deserved for being so impatient.   
“Then I’ll just have to catch you then, won’t I?” Fat chance of that one happening.
“Or I’ll probably just end up crushing you.” You’d muttered aloud to no one in particular as you began to maneuver yourself backwards onto the ladder. 
“What was that, sweetheart?” Ari had squinted up at you, silently pleading with you to start making your descent.  
“Uh, nothing.” Sweat dotted your brow as you reached out your leg, your foot dangling awkwardly until it found the closest rung. “I–I think I’ve got it. I’m gonna come down now, okay?”
“That’s my brave girl.” He’d hummed encouragingly. “Careful. You’re so close. Just keep putting one foot after the other. Yep, just like that.”   
A minute later, you’d felt him grab hold of your shorts, effectively holding you steady until you’re firmly planted on the ground once more. And then you were in his arms, his nose buried in your curls while one of his large, warm hands gently caressed your back.
“You have impeccable timing.” You’d whispered shakily, your words coming out muffled as you snuggle deeper into his embrace. 
“I have what?” He pulled away from you, his hands moving to grip your biceps. “Better yet, what the fuck were you doing up there?” You could sense that your Bounty Hunter is doing his best to sound calm.
“Um…I was trying to clean my gutters.” You’d responded, confused as to why Ari seemed so angry.
“Coulda’ sworn I told you I’d take care of it.” He growled, his blue eyes darkening dangerously. “And that I didn’t want your ass anywhere near a ladder, let alone the goddamned roof.” 
“But that was like…” You’d trailed off, trying to recall when exactly your bounty hunter had made that promise.
“It’s barely been two days.” He’d hissed. “Just what the hell is wrong with you that you can’t wait more than two fucking days?”
“Nothing. I just-” You’d sniffed, not caring for the tone he was using. “What made you decide to drop by?”
“Left a couple files on your kitchen table. I need to pass ‘em on to the Sheriff, see if he’s got anything else that might be useful regarding Martin’s sister.” He continued to glare down at you, his ticking in annoyance. “But what do I find when I get here? You risking your life because you don’t know how to sit your pretty ass down for more than five seconds. Jesus fucking Christ!”
Ari must’ve known he needed a minute, because he’d turned away from you to make a beeline for the front of your house. Of course you’d been right on his heels, wincing as he shouldered his way through your unlocked door. 
“Are you mad at me or something?” You’d asked, frowning at the sound of his derisive snort.
“Or something.” He’d muttered as he scooped up the folders he’d left behind in the kitchen. You watched him drag his fingers through his hair before quickly sifting through each file to check the contents.
“I promise I’m okay.” You’d said, clasping your hands and resting them on your stomach.
“Don’t have time for this.” He’d mumbled, his eyes lighting up when he landed on the document he was searching for. “Found it.” Satisfied that everything was in order, he’d made his way back over to you.  
“Bird.” He’d rumbled, grabbing the front of your shirt to haul you close. “I’ll deal with you later. You can count on that. Now I gotta go. Please don’t make me regret leaving you here alone. And don’t do anything else dumb while I’m gone.” 
With that he’d pressed a hard kiss to your mouth and jogged back out the way he came. Leaving you by yourself to spend the rest of the afternoon replaying the day’s events while you waited for him to return.
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You perk up when you hear the front door open and shut, signaling that Ari had returned. Hopefully in a much better mood than the one he’d been in when he left. If you were lucky, that is.
“Welcome back, honey.” You breathe as a fresh wave of nervous energy hits you the moment he enters the room. “I took the liberty of ordering us some dinner from Holtman’s Diner. I, uh, remembered how much you said you liked their chicken pot pies.”
“Already ate.” His gruff response has you mentally kicking yourself all over again. 
“Oh. Well.” You turn to stare at the bag of food resting on the counter. “That’s not a problem. I’m sure it’ll keep just fine in the fridge until you decide you’re ready for it.” Offering him your sweetest smile, you hustle to put everything away. 
But he doesn’t return it. Instead he continues to glower at you, his piercing blue gaze following your every movement. And the silence is so uncomfortable it’s almost enough to make you want to scream. 
“There we go.” You chirp with a cheeriness you most definitely did not feel. “How did everything go with Sheriff Mitt? Was he able to give you anything on Martin’s sister or –”
“Did I ask you to touch the ladder?” His quietly snarled question takes you by surprise. 
“I mean…” You trail off, wincing at the uncertainty in your tone. Why did you get the feeling that you might’ve just fucked up again? “It’s not like you didn’t tell me to…not…touch it.” You shrug, instantly regretting how you’d chosen to structure that sentence. “In fact, I believe all you told me to do was keep my feet on the ground. Which I did the entire time I drug it back inside my garage.” 
You move to fish a glass out of a nearby cabinet. “Now, can I at least get you something to drink, baby? Pretty sure I’ve still got some of that whiskey you like.” You knew for a fact that you did. But only because you’d already checked.
“Afraid I’m not really the type to drink before handling business of this nature.” Your mouth suddenly goes dry when you notice the way his eyes darken as he lazily peruses your silkenly clad form.  
Heaving a small sigh you go about replacing the glass. “And exactly what kinda business are we handling here, Beast?” You ask, protectively wrapping your arms around your middle.
“The kind that occurs when a man needs to make a few things clear to his woman.” He gives a rueful shake of his head before running his hand through his chestnut locks. “Especially when she seems to possess more will than good sense on almost any given day.”
You wait for him to smile or wink, or do anything to indicate that he’s only joking. But it never comes. And while his cheeky remark chafes, albeit just a little, you decide to grit your teeth and let it slide. For now. 
So, instead you allow your hands to go to your hips before you force yourself to take a deep breath. Ari takes a step towards you then, the sound of his work boots is surprisingly quiet as he prowls closer to where you’re standing. Now ordinarily, this would be the part where you backed up so that you could put some distance between yourself and the surly bounty hunter.
But unfortunately, you just couldn’t seem to get your worthless jelly legs to move.  
Your man doesn’t stop until he’s directly in front of you – so close that you catch a whiff of his aftershave. The one you’d bought just for him. But that wasn’t the only thing you smelled. There was also a hint of something else.
Tobacco and cedar.
“You’ve been smoking again.” It’s a statement, not a question. 
“One. Maybe two.” Ari concedes, sucking on his teeth. “If anything, it was more of a stress smoke. Found it pretty hard to enjoy a single puff when all I saw when I closed my fucking eyes is you taking a tumble off that goddamned roof.”
“Dress it up however you want.” You sniff haughtily, your eyes rolling heavenwards. “It’s still a filthy habit, Ari Levinson. One that’s all but guaranteed to send you to an early grave.”     
Later, you would come to the conclusion that you must’ve struck a nerve. Because the next thing you know, one of Ari’s big hands is fisting its way into your curls, yanking your head back with just enough force to get your attention.
And turn you on at the same time.
“You’ve got alotta fuckin’ nerve, baby.” Against his better judgment, he slants his mouth over yours in a hard, unexpected kiss. “I’m sure you’re anxious for me to sort your shit out, but I promise tonight is gonna go a whole lot different if I catch you even thinking about rolling those pretty eyes at me again. One. More. Time.” The rough edge in his tone has you wanting to rub up against him in the best way possible. 
“Cat got your tongue?” Ari purrs when you choose to continue glaring at him instead of responding. “Or maybe…” He leans down to brush his soft, sensual lips over yours once more – albeit gently this time. “Maybe you think I’m bluffing. Is that it, little Bird?”
“N–no.” You stammer, your pulse flaring to life when his free hand comes out of nowhere to grab your ass hard enough to have you rising on your toes. 
“You sure?” He asks, sounding rather skeptical. “Because I’m more than willing to table this conversation if you think a quick trip over my knee might help you with that eye contact.”  
“I–I’m sure. Thanks.” You mumble, uncomfortable with the way your pussy flutters at the prospect of receiving a spanking from the burly man in front of you. 
Maybe you’d try your luck another time. Just to test it. See if he’d really be the type to follow through. But the real question was, just how disappointed would you be if he didn’t? Perhaps those kinds of scenarios were best left for the heroines in that stack of romance novels you kept hidden in the back of your bookcase. 
“Well, if you change your mind, you just be sure to let me know.” 
Flustered, all you can manage is a jerky nod once he finally releases you. All you can focus on is the erratic thrum of your pulse as you struggle to get your bearings. 
“I see it looks like you followed the directions I sent over earlier.” Ari muses, his nimble fingers brushing along the belt of your robe. “You’d better be naked and ready for me, sweetheart. Otherwise that spanking we just talked about is gonna be back on the table.” He grins at you, which is really more like a flash of teeth than anything else. 
“I am.” Comes your low, breathy response as your traitorous nipples pebble beneath the thin material of your lingerie. Wanting to please him, you decide to part the edges of your robe, giving him a glimpse of your calculated submission. 
“Good girl.” That’s all you hear before he gently takes hold of your arm and begins to lead you out of the kitchen. “Guess that proves you can listen if you think the stakes are high enough.” His lopsided smirk has you confused. “But tonight I’m gonna make sure you hear me.
“But wh–ooh!” Your poorly timed question ends in a squeal when he delivers a sharp blow to your ass. 
“Duchess.” Ari growls, his head dipping so that his lips dance along the shell of your ear. “I don’t wanna hear another fucking sound out of that sweet mouth unless it’s you choking on my cock. You with me?”
Stunned into silence, all you can do is nod. But thankfully it’s enough. This time when he lets you go, you scamper off into the safety of the living room without looking back. You find yourself grimacing as you attempt to rub the sting out of your butt. You’d do well to remember that your man had a hand like a flippin’ oak tree.
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Ten Minutes Later…
By the time Ari decides to join you in the living room you’re feeling beyond antsy. You gave up on sitting on the couch, preferring to hang out in the middle of the room. You perk up when he finally strolls in, only to wilt once you spy what he has clutched in his fist. They looked suspiciously like…
Handcuffs. 
Ari pauses by the doorway, allowing his hip to rest against the frame. He studies you, cocking his head to the side as reads the question written all over your face. 
“Go on and ask, baby. I know how much it’s killing you to hold it in.”
“And who are those for?” The words come tumbling out seconds after you receive permission.
“You.” He shrugs, holding the burgundy leather cuffs up to give you a better look at them. 
“Why?” Your hands fly to your hips as a fresh wave of defiance courses through your veins. “Because you found me on the roof earlier? Cuz’ I’ve gotta tell you, Beast, this is honestly starting to sound like some serious macho bullshit.” 
“Is that right?” He quirks a tawny brow as he waits for you to continue.
“Yep. I–I’m all for playing, but I honestly don’t see how I did anything wrong. In fact, I bet if I was a man you wouldn’t have had a problem with me inspecting my own roof.” Your eyes narrow as you jab a finger in his direction.
“Bird.” Your nickname comes on the heels of an impatient groan. “No offense, but if you were a man, you wouldn’t be in my bed. Just a statement of fact.”
“I just meant –” You start, only for him to cut you off.
“I know what you meant. And that was my answer.” He scrubs a weary hand over his bearded jaw. “But I also know you, baby. I know you're all riled up and ready to argue with me. So gimme what else you got, so we can go about getting you straightened out good and proper.” His dark tone is full of promise, making you shiver.
Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play this, then so be it. You had no problem calling out this kind of crap when you saw it.  
“Alright. But only because you asked.” You cross your arms over your chest as you raise your chin, meeting Ari’s stern gaze with an equally perturbed one of your own. “This is my house. That’s my roof, and those are my gutters. I’m responsible for their upkeep, otherwise I might not have a place to live.” 
You’re surprised to see him nod, almost as if he was agreeing with you. So you keep going, assuming you’re making at least some headway with this man.
“I would also like to point out that there are millions of women whose job it is everyday to–to climb ladders and patch roofs, they clean gutters. And, hell! Some of those women might even be the ones building the houses, and you’re upset with me for inspecting my own property?” You throw your arms up in the air for good measure. “Make it make sense!” 
“You done, baby?” He keeps his tone light, bordering on casual. 
“I…” And here you’d thought you were making some headway. “Yes, I’m done.” 
“Alright.” Ari slowly peels himself off the wall to stand at his height. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back for me.” You immediately balk at that, although he’s quick to shush you. “Duchess, I let you speak your piece. And I am gonna respond, but tonight is all about making sure you hear me.” 
“You can’t–”
“Sweetheart.” He gives an amused shake of his head as he playfully twirls the cuffs around his index finger. “Tonight ain’t the night to try and tell me what I can and can’t do with you. From the moment I met you, I knew you needed a keeper. You just don’t know how to let yourself be kept. Something I aim to fix.” 
You feel your core spasm when he begins to advance, your empty walls clenching around nothing. It only gets worse when you notice the smug grin that flits across his handsome features once he stops in front of you, the tops of his boots nearly brushing your bare toes. 
“And lucky for you,” his hand cups your jaw, his thumb lightly stroking along the curve of your bottom lip. “I’m not afraid to get creative when it comes to dealing with stubborn little birds. Now turn the fuck around before I decide I’m better off bending you over the arm of that couch and teaching you a different lesson entirely.” 
Licking your dry lips, you finally do as you’re asked and turn away from him. You honestly weren’t sure if you could handle something like that tonight. Even though the simple threat alone was enough to have your slick practically dripping down your thighs. 
“Well, would ya look at that? Guess my pretty girl is still in the mood to listen.” The slightly mocking edge to his voice has you feeling just a touch unsteady. A soft gasp escapes when Ari reaches around to untie the front of your silken wrap as his mouth hovers just above your pulse. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”
You shudder at the feel of his warm breath dancing along your skin, the heady thrum of anticipation causing you to break out in gooseflesh as you await his next instruction. 
“Take off the robe, Duchess.” Your eyes flutter closed even as sharp teeth nip at your throat. “Show me you understand that you’re not in charge right now, even if you haven’t fully grasped it yet.”
Gathering your courage, you allow the garment to slide down your body until it pools to the floor at your feet, leaving you naked and vulnerable.
“Hands next, please. There we go.” You hold still while Ari gently binds your wrists with the soft leather cuffs. “You’re doing so good for me. You really are.” He slowly tightens them, paying special attention to your body’s responses in case anything is too much.
“Are you wet for me, sweetheart? Huh?” He gives into the temptation to pinch your nipple, making you whimper. It’s a sound that goes straight to his cock. “Aww, it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer. You don’t have to.” A possessive hand moves to cup your drenched pussy at the same time as a deep purr rumbles in his chest. “I’m more than happy to see for myself.”  
You remain silent, content to focus on the erratic hum of your pulse crashing in your ears. However, it’s the next instruction that throws you for a loop. Simply because it’s not one you’re expecting. 
“I’m gonna need you to pick a safe word. One that you’re gonna remember to use if something we do – whatever we do – becomes too much. Now, for obvious reasons, it can’t be a word like “no” or “stop”. It needs to be something like –”
“Peppermint.” You whisper, catching yourself by surprise.
“Alright. Peppermint it is.” Ari agrees after briefly mulling it over. He drops a quick kiss on your shoulder before pulling away in favor of taking a seat on the couch, leaving you standing in the middle of the room.
Alone.
“Come here.” The command stirs something within you. Something that made you want to stop fighting and obey. “Come to me, Bird.”
So you do.
You don’t stop until you’re standing between his spread legs. Meanwhile, Ari makes a show of lounging on the sofa, his big body giving the appearance of being relaxed. But you knew better. 
This man was still every inch the predator. And right now he was in charge. A fact that you would do well to remember before it went and bit you in the ass.    
“Sit.” 
You move to crawl onto his lap, only to stop when he shakes his head “no”. You’re confused until he pats his thigh, letting you know what he really wants from you. Biting your lip you sink down you’re straddling his thickly muscled thigh, your bare pussy pressing flush against the coarse fabric of his jeans. 
Pleased with your submission thus far, Ari’s hands go rest on your hips so that he can gently knead and massage your curves.           
“But I don’t understand!” You whine when he pulls away after you lean in for a kiss. 
There was no way you could know just how hard it was for him to deny you like that. How much it hurt to tell you no, especially when you were pouting like you were now. But what good would it do to give you a reward when you hadn’t earned it? 
“Are you in charge right now?” He can tell his unexpected harshness startles you when he notices the way your bottom lip begins to quiver. Too bad he’s having none of it. “Aw, don’t you dare give me those crocodile tears, baby. Not when we’re only just getting started.” He gifts you with a loving smack to your ass. “Tonight you’re gonna have to earn my cock. And you can start by making yourself cum.” 
“Huh?” Your eyes go wide as your brain works overtime to process what he’s saying. You find it even harder to concentrate when one of his fingers begins tracing along the curve of your nipple.
“I see you’re still not hearing me.” His lightly calloused palms return to your hips so that he can begin slowly guiding you up and down his jean-covered thigh, creating the most delicious friction on your clit. “Which means tonight’s gonna wind up being a kind of punishment for us both.”
“But why–?”
“That’s enough outta you.” He grunts before politely jamming a pair of thick fingers into your mouth, gagging you. “You know it’s funny, I noticed you tend to listen better when this pretty hole is stuffed full. Now, how about we give this another try?” 
He waits to speak again until you give him a nod. 
“As I was saying, sweet Bird, you’re gonna have to work for this cock. Same goes for my fingers, for my tongue…” Ari chuckles at the sound of your pitiful little whimpers. “Since you wanna be so fucking stubborn all the time – so damned reckless – this is all you’re gonna get from me.” Your cunt pulses when you feel his thigh flex beneath you. “This right here.”   
“Mmpf!” You cry out, only to think better of it when he adjusts his grip on your chin, nearly choking you with his fingers in the process. It also didn’t help that you could feel your pussy was practically dripping, making a mess on his jeans. 
“Still ain’t your turn to talk, baby.” He reminds you, almost mockingly. “You gotta learn to be more patient. Otherwise we’ll be at this all night – not that I mind any.” He’s quick to tack on the last part when he notices the way your body stiffens in response. 
He suspected you weren’t a fan of being held captive like this. His suspicions are confirmed when you shimmy in his lap, calling attention to your bonds with the aid of an angry glare. 
“Oh, you wanna know about the cuffs.” He muses as he takes a moment to wipe away a bit of drool on your chin. “That’s to keep you from touching me the way you’ll want to when you’re busy grinding that needy little pussy on my thigh. I want you to understand what it’s like to have something you want be so close – I’m talkin’ right in front of you – and yet somehow so far at the same time. Kinda like how I felt when I saw you on that roof.”
This was about payback. You think as understanding finally dawns. You knew you’d pissed him off today, scared him even. But you’d had no idea that it would lead to this – you being naked and cuffed while perched on the bounty hunter’s lap.
“Earlier you accused me of being on some kinda macho bullshit. But that ain’t it at all.” His southern drawl grows more pronounced as a bold hand trails its way down the valley between your breasts. “Now it is true that there are women out there who build houses, clean gutters, climb scaffolding – so I’ll give you that point, sweetheart.” His hand is moving again, this time drifting lower until he reaches the softness of your belly. 
“However, the difference between those women and you is that they are trained for that. Whereas you are not. You got no clue what you’re doing up there or the danger you’re messing with.” Ari clears his throat, his sensual lips now set in a thin, firm line. “But even more importantly, those women ain’t mine.” For some reason, his words have your nerve endings buzzing with excitement.   
“You’re mine, baby. I’m not sure what it’s gonna take to make that penetrate, but it is what it is.” He shrugs before gently removing his fingers from your mouth. “I take care of what’s mine in this relationship. I already told you I would take care of those gutters, whether it was me doin’ it myself or finding you a professional, it was always gonna get done. If I was movin’ too slow then you shoulda said something instead of trying to tackle it yourself.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” You breathe as you lightly tug at your restraints. “I am. Now why don’t you uncuff me so I can show you how much?”
“I don’t think so.” Ari cocks his head to the side while he pretends to consider your offer. “Aw. Are we really back to pouting again just that fast, little Bird? Oh well. Guess it’s time you show me how you ride.”
“I can’t though.” You whine, feeling at turns both needy and frustrated.
“You haven’t even tried.” He fires back dismissively. “You manage to get yourself off using only my thigh, I’ll let you have as much of my cock as you can take. Now let’s get on with it. Time to give your man a show.”
With that he leans back, expectantly crossing his arms behind his head. And then he winks, signaling that he’s over any attempts to stall. 
You’re still glaring at him when you finally begin to move. Your toes dig into the plush carpet as you work to maintain your balance, but it’s not easy. You also learn that it’s damn near impossible to produce that same kind of amazing friction you’d tasted earlier without being able to bear down on his thigh.
You needed help. It was either that, or convince him to give you back the use of your hands.         
“Please.” You pant as you continue to grind against him, hating the way he chuckles when you fall forward against his chest. “It’s not working…” You struggle to sit back up, your breasts heaving as you wait to catch your breath before starting again. 
“You’re damn right it’s not working.” Ari agrees, running a hand through his already tousled locks. “Here I am being patient, waiting for you to make a mess on my thigh, and all I’m getting is complaining.”
The smug bastard then has the nerve to lightly jostle his leg, sending you sprawling face-first into his broad chest yet again with a muffled “oof”. And he offers no help when you go to sit up, instead he chooses to watch you struggle. Almost as if he finds it amusing.  
So you start over, this time determined to get yourself off. After that you’d make him uncuff you and then you’d kick his sexy ass out of your godforsaken house for the rest of the night.
“C’mon, baby.” He coos, leaning forward to lap up a single frustrated tear with his sinful tongue. “Don’t cry. We both know that greedy pussy of yours needs more than what you’re givin’ it right now.” 
“Ungh! Shut. Up.” You sob through clenched teeth as your head comes to rest on his shoulder. At least that seemed to make things a little easier. Sweet fuck that was starting to feel good! Now if you just moved a little to the left and – your movements are halted when Ari fists a hand in your hair before dragging you backwards. 
“Nooo…” You wail in protest as a thin sheen of perspiration covers your skin. 
“Tsk, tsk. No cheating.” Your bounty hunter chides.     
“But I can’t – it’s too hard.” You tell him, hating how small and whiny you sound. “I need…I need…”
“Help?” Ari finishes, pinning you with a knowing look. “Because if that’s the case – if that’s really what you need – then all you have to do is ask.” His warm, calloused hands find their way to your hips, holding you steady. “So…ask.”
“M–may I…” You blow out a breath as before starting over. “Will you please help me cum?” You feel your cheeks heat as the words come tumbling out.
“That depends, sweetheart.” He responds thoughtfully. “Are you gonna be my good girl and accept the help however I give it?”
“Yes, Sir.” You tell him. “I’ll be so good for you.”
That’s all Ari needs to hear, because this time when you move he stays with you. Helping guide your body as you work for your pleasure. He watches in awe as you ride him like the goddess you are, your tits bouncing as you writhe against him. 
“That’s right, greedy girl. Use me.” His dick grows harder with every breathless cry that spills from your lips as you follow his commands. “Fuck yeah.” He groans, capturing a pert nipple between his teeth before sucking as much of your ample breast into his mouth as he can manage.    
“S’good, baby!” You sob when he flexes his thigh. By now you’ve soaked your way through his jeans, not that he gives a damn. “YesYesYes!” 
If only because you were finally giving him exactly what he wanted.  
“That’s it, Bird.” One of his hands slides to your bottom, squeezing the tempting flesh before helping you adjust the angle of your ride. “Keep getting me nice and sloppy, otherwise I’m gonna have to tear this ass up. Is that what you want?” 
He delivers several sharp slaps, making you cry out even as you feel that invisible coil tighten in your belly. God, you were so fucking close. You’d never been made to orgasm like this before, but you knew you were only seconds from coming undone. 
“Nah.” He continues as he bites the underside of your breast, not missing the way it makes your pussy gush. “It might not be what you want, but it’s what you need. Right now my girl needs it rough.” He laves at the small hurt with his tongue. “And as your man, I always aim to give it however you need it.” 
“OhGod!Yes!” You keen as white hot pleasure threatens to consume you, your eyes rolling back in your head. “I–I’m gonna…oh fuck!” 
Sensing that you’re seconds from tumbling over the edge, Ari pauses to lift you off of his thigh in one fluid motion – effectively ruining your orgasm. Instantly you feel as if your entire body has been doused with cold water. 
“What’re you..?” Your eyes shoot open as he holds you suspended in the air, your abused cunt spasming in protest. “Why’d we stop?” You peer between your bodies, feeling both ashamed and proud of the sizable wet spot you managed to leave behind on his jeans.   
“Because I don’t think you’re ready to cum just yet.” He smiles when your mouth drops open to emit a strangled groan. “After all, they say a hard head makes for a soft behind. Or in your case I suppose, a tender pussy.” He surveys your poor, swollen clit peeking out from between your puffy lips.
“But I already said I was sorry.” You plead, wishing he would either set you down or at least touch you the way you needed. 
“And you’ll have the rest of the night to prove it to the both of us.” Ari muses, a small part of him taking pleasure in your obvious frustration. “In the meantime, I think it’s time you went for another ride.” He settles you back on his thigh once more before resting his arms behind his head.
“Now, show me what you learned.”
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